Chapter 71:

Zheng Feiyu laughed at her: "No."
"Then you are ..."
"I and my Omega lived here for a while before. At that time, the air conditioner always did not heat up, and it was difficult to boil in winter. It took two people to hug and sleep to be warmer. Later he left me, and I miss him so, ... Can you let me in and see the house we used to live in? "
About Fei Zheng's image is too positive. It is far from the hooligan hooligan. The girl did not hesitate and flashed to the side to make way for him: "Just look, I haven't cleaned up for a few days, don't be confused Just fine. "
Zheng Feiyi thanked her and walked in.
The rental house is still in its original form and has not changed at all: the kitchenette is set up in the aisle, and the corners are piled up like mountains. With an area of ​​tens of square meters, no secret can be hidden, and you can see everything at the door.
This house is too small, just like Huarong Road in a dead end. Each cabinet and chair has its fixed position and cannot move. They freeze into a static memory, the only difference is He An.
Only He An is not here.
Zheng Feiyu stood at the junction of the aisle and the bedroom, and touched the cold gas stove. On those cold days and air-conditioning disrepair, He An had stood here and cooked a bowl of sweet Tremella soup for him.
He turned again and looked at the old cabinet next to him.
A piece of paint peeled off the corner of the cabinet, which he knocked over during the aggression that day.
and also……
An orange-red rag hung on a plastic hook by the pool, dirty and wrinkled, covered with sticky putty. When Zheng Feiyu saw it, his expression changed, and he lifted his hand and took it tightly into his palm.
This is He An's little blanket.
Whenever he left by He An and lost his sense of security, this small blanket would give him a brief comfort.
Now, the upper fluff has been spotted into strips, no longer soft and warm. And because of rubbing too many times, He An's taste was soaked by the lemon flavor of dishwashing detergent, and he could never return.
"Here, this is what I found under the bed. I thought nobody wanted it, so I used it as a rag ..." The girl saw him value the small blanket, and was a little nervous. "Is it his thing? I'll buy one for you No? "
"No need," Zheng Feiyu whispered, "I'll just take this one."
There are no substitutes for many things in this world. They are unique treasures, soiled, torn, and much better than missing.
The snow was dim, and a large swath flew across the front window. Zheng Feiyu sat in the car, stroking the small felt with a rough feel and pungent odor, and was gradually engulfed in despair.
Where else can he go?
Who is this small metropolis with a population of 20 million who is silent and dusty? Aside from an old photo and a small blanket, where else could he look for traces of He An?
Wait!
Between the flashlight and fire, he suddenly remembered a place—an apartment in the western suburbs of Yuanjiang.
He An lived there for three months. After people went to the building, the small apartment was bought by the spouse
he
. He did not change hands or rented it out. .
It's just that everything happened there, Zheng Feiyu dare not touch.
Like dangerous taboos.
He has retrieved all the memories of the spousal period. It is more like a movie. It is played in front of the scene, except that the cold winter night is different-there is no picture, only text, and the beginning and end cause and effect are stylized , Extremely boring. Because with a little touch-up, he couldn't bear it.
A lot happened that night.
He missed the annual Jiusheng annual meeting and drove to the western suburbs by himself. He An was nine months pregnant at that time, more or less a dozen days before the date of birth.
But that night, their daughter was born early.
On December 25, he slept all night in a small apartment in the western suburbs. In the dream, the snow is endless, the neon is bright, and the endless pure white is lined with a touch of bright red, just like the white wall of a hospital is lined with a lamp in the operating room.
Zheng Feiyu squeezed the small blanket tightly, his phalanx was rattling, shaking trembling one by one.
How dare he go?
The place where He An's life was sealed also sealed a nightmare that he was afraid to face.
But he had no choice.
Two hours later, Yuan Jiangxi suburban apartment.
Zheng Feiyu obtained the key from the property as the head of the household, stepped on half of the stairs, and walked towards the closed door. Insert the key into the keyhole, take a deep breath, and twist it to the left.