Three days later, Zhao Hanwei came to the attic where his sister lived to help move.
After the Zhang Yu incident ended, Zhao Kewei's career as an artist gradually got on the right track. This is something worthy of celebration in the eyes of Zhao Hanwei, his younger brother.
But Zhao Kewei has been feeling a little depressed since she came back, although she still maintains her previous appearance when meeting outsiders.
But Zhao Hanwei still saw that his sister was holding on to something.
"Sister, why don't you find a better community? I went to see that community and I feel like the security is not very good?"
Zhao Hanwei packed his suitcase and said he was moving. In fact, Zhao Kewei had nothing to move. She had lived in this attic for three years and lived like a reclusive monk.
"Rents in other communities are too expensive," Zhao Kewei said.
“Too expensive…”
When Zhao Hanwei heard this reason, his chest was tight and he could not say a word.
After Zhang Yu was arrested, Cloud Media's attitude towards Zhao Kewei changed significantly.
But Zhao Hanwei still only has a bad impression of Cloud Media but not a good impression.
But Zhao Kewei's financial conditions changed from poverty to wealth after he returned to being an artist.
The bonus for the best singer-songwriter award alone paid off all the money the family owed to treat their father's illness.
When Zhao Hanwei heard that his sister was moving, he thought she was moving to a higher-end community.
This is very important for an artist. The security of the community can effectively prevent some paparazzi from approaching.
But the community that Zhao Kewei moved to was an old community that didn't even have an elevator, which Zhao Hanwei thought was too frugal.
"Although your sister's current salary is high, she still needs to save everything she earns."
Zhao Kewei looked at his brother's thoughtful expression and threw a suitcase to him to tell him to stop thinking.
This is not the way to save money! You still have to use money where it should be used!
When Zhao Hanwei was carrying his suitcase, he saw his sister sorting out a passbook.
Zhao Kewei went to the bank to apply for this passbook a few days ago. Zhao Hanwei initially thought it was his sister's salary card.
But when he thought about it, it didn't seem right. Considering Zhao Kewei's recent depressed state, by some strange combination of circumstances, he asked a question that made Zhao Kewei's expression freeze.
"Sister, are you saving for your dowry?" Zhao Hanwei asked.
"What is a dowry? How old is your sister this year?" Zhao Kewei packed up the bankbook in his hand and turned around, wanting to serve his younger brother with an iron fist.
"I am...seriously, sister, did you...break up with someone?"
Zhao Hanwei had the courage to ask this question about death. Zhao Hanwei knew very well the melancholy expression of a girl after a breakup.
Because he had comforted this kind of girl who was frustrated in love countless times, but he didn't expect that one day he would come to comfort his sister.
"Points... no." When Zhao Kewei was asked this question, his interest in beating Zhao Hanwei suddenly lost a lot. "Would it be better to say that it was over before it even started, or that it was over just after it started? I don't know."
"Ah? Sister, you actually have a crush on someone?"
As soon as Zhao Hanwei said this, he was punched in the head by Zhao Kewei. Zhao Hanwei was used to being beaten by his sister, but he could never imagine who his sister would have a crush on.
"It's not a secret love, it's your sister who dumped someone else in the most cruel way."
Zhao Kewei's words sounded like she was saying proudly, 'I dumped others first', but there was a feeling of reluctance and melancholy suppressed in her words.
"Then your dowry..." Zhao Hanwei still wanted to persuade Zhao Kewei to find a better community.
"Keep it." Zhao Kewei didn't want to refute that his brother had used this passbook as a dowry. "Although my career as an artist is now on the right track, when I receive the money, I always feel that it is not all mine."
"Qiuyuan?"
When Zhao Hanwei heard what his sister said, he immediately figured out who his sister was thinking about.
On the day when Qiu Yuan went on stage to sing an exaggerated song, Class 217 was completely in a rage over Qiu Yuan's performance on stage and his dispute with Zhang Yu.
The boys in the class, led by Zhao Hanwei, all supported Qiu Yuan and felt that Zhang Yu was really nothing. However, there were also die-hard fans among the girls, so the situation in the class got a little out of control and they started scolding each other on the spot.
If the counselor hadn't arrived in time, the situation would have been even worse. The most embarrassing thing is that one brother broke up with his girlfriend because of this matter.
In the past few days, the male students in Class 217 have been paying attention to Qiu Yuan's health, and at the same time comforting this male student who broke up for the sake of justice.
Qiu Yuan did something on the stage that he neither dared nor was able to do, so Zhao Hanwei still admired Qiu Yuan very much.
But when he heard that his sister actually liked Qiu Yuan, Zhao Hanwei's first thought was...
"Sister Qiu Yuan seems to have...
"I know!" Zhao Kewei first interrupted his brother loudly, and then repeated in a very low voice, almost whimpering, "I know..."
"Sister, what I mean is, are you really going to let go like this?"
Zhao Hanwei couldn't understand. He knew that Qiu Yuan had a girl he was chasing, but Qiu Yuan had not yet established a relationship with that girl.
Isn't it normal to snatch a man in this situation? And Zhao Kewei's conditions are not as bad as the girl Qiu Yuan is chasing now.
"Stop talking, my current situation is completely different from what you think."
Zhao Kewei hurried her brother out of the attic. It seemed that she didn't want to talk any more about this issue.
"But sister, how long do you plan to keep that passbook? You should find an opportunity to give it to Qiu Yuan, right?" Zhao Hanwei originally wanted to say dowry, but he changed his mind midway.
"When I can go find him." Zhao Kewei was not sure when he could go find Qiu Yuan.
Could it be that her contract with Cloud Media has expired and she has completely retired from her career as an artist, or has Qiu Yuan completely given up on Lin Wanxiang or Bai Xiaoyu?
But the situation that Zhao Kewei desires most and is the most contradictory in her heart is for Qiu Yuan to come to her...
In the past few days, she had been fantasizing about Qiu Yuan desperately chasing her back.
If that day really comes, Zhao Kewei feels that he will desperately choose to be with Qiu Yuan.
The key is, will Qiu Yuan really do this?
………………
Of course Qiu Yuan will do this, but the premise is to get this new woman first.
After lying in the hospital for almost three days, Qiu Yuan was finally discharged from the hospital. The first thing he did after being discharged was to contact Lin Wanqiu to discuss studio matters.
But Lin Wanqiu seemed to have disappeared suddenly. No matter whether Qiu Yuan sent her a WeChat message or called her mobile phone, there was no response.
So Qiu Yuan took the risk of being questioned by Lin Wanxiang and asked Wanxiang where her sister had gone.
Wanxiang's response was also worrying: "She couldn't contact her sister for three days."
Missing? Run away from home?
Qiu Yuan had a premonition that Lin Wanqiu would have trouble with her family, but what do you mean by having trouble with your parents and hanging up the phone on me?
I'm not your father...
Qiu Yuan found Lin Wanqiu's doorstep with a lot of questions.
The community where Lin Wanqiu lives is not as exaggerated as Bai Ya, but it is also a type of high-end community. When Qiu Yuan entered the community, he explained to the security guard for a long time before the security guard was willing to let Qiu Yuan in.
"No response?"
Qiu Yuan stood at the door of Lin Wanqiu's house and pressed the doorbell for a long time. No one in the house came to open the door.
Qiu Yuan rang the doorbell for almost three minutes but there was no response. At first, Qiu Yuan thought Lin Wanqiu was not at home, but there was a bag of takeaway food at the door of Lin Wanqiu's house.
This takeout bag contained a bowl of white fungus soup and preserved egg and lean meat porridge. The takeout order number showed that it was delivered at eight o'clock in the morning.
Maybe the delivery person waited at the door for a long time like Qiu Yuan and didn't respond, so he had to put the food next to the door.
"What will happen to the woman?" Qiu Yuan glanced at the time on his phone.
It was already one o'clock in the afternoon. If Lin Wanqiu was not at home, there was no reason to order takeout so early.
The only possibility Qiu Yuan could think of was that something happened to Lin Wanqiu, which made her in no mood or unable to get takeout at the door.
This made Qiu Yuan ponder for a while at the door, and finally took out the key that Lin Wanqiu had given him before.
Qiu Yuan had the idea that the key was useless when he got it, because once he used it, he would feel a little unreasonable when talking to Lin Wanqiu.
Now Qiu Yuan didn't care so much anymore. Qiu Yuan inserted the key into the door, twisted it, and then gently pushed the door open.
"Excuse me." After Qiu Yuan whispered to the room, he saw the layout of the room clearly and experienced the cunningness of this woman Lin Wanqiu again.
Her residence has two doors. The door Qiu Yuan opened can only lead to the entrance. If you want to go inside, there is a second iron door.
That's why Lin Wanqiu could hand over the key to the first door to Qiu Yuan with such confidence, and then she could laugh at Qiu Yuan behind the iron door and say, 'You want to see me so much?'
But this woman seems to have been negligent. When Qiu Yuan entered, the second iron door was also open, and the decoration in the living room could be seen through the iron door.
The curtains on the windows in the living room were drawn, which caused the lights in the entire house to be dim.
Lin Wanqiu was probably at home, and Qiu Yuan saw the high heels she wore when she came to the hospital thrown carelessly into the corner of the living room.
The layout in the living room was also a bit messy. The unfinished takeout lunch box was placed on the coffee table and no one had cleaned it up. The windbreaker she was wearing was also thrown on the sofa.
Locked room murder case?
This atmosphere made Qiu Yuan very uneasy. He always felt like a little black man with a knife would pop out from somewhere.
"Sister Wanqiu?" Qiu Yuan called her name in the living room, but no one responded to Qiu Yuan.
Qiu Yuan gave a tentative shout and checked the situation in other rooms. When he reached the master bedroom, Qiu Yuan finally saw the woman Lin Wanqiu.
She closed her eyes tightly and lay on the bed in pain, her breathing seemed a little rapid, her long highlighted light red hair was stuck to her forehead due to cold sweat, and her face looked very pale.
Qiu Yuan never expected to meet Lin Wanqiu in this way.
This bad woman, who was normally arrogant, was so weak due to a serious illness that she lay in bed unable to move at all.
