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Because a person as proud as Duan Yanqiu would not allow himself to sink deep into the mud.
Sure enough, they came here for whatever they were afraid of, and Tong Chunxia and the two found the Chinese restaurant in Chinatown.
There are mixed crowds in Chinatown, and there are people of all skin colors. The boss is a Chinese, and his Mandarin is extremely substandard, with a strong southern Hokkien accent.
The restaurant is not big, it is a standard Chinese restaurant, and the decoration is exactly the same as that in the photo.
When Tong Chunxia showed Duan Yanqiu's photo to him, the boss blurted out, "Isn't this the that short paragraph"
Tong Chunxia's stable mood along the way seemed to collapse in an instant, and she quickly asked, "Yes, yes, boss, do you know where he is?"
Seeing the two girls carrying luggage in their hands, the boss looked in a hurry, so he couldn't help being more wary, "whoareyou?"
Although Tong Chunxia studied English for a month, his spoken English was almost meaningless, so he could only dance and explain: "i'mhisfriend.ijustwanttoknowwhereheis. (I'm his friend, I want to know where he is)"
The boss looked sorry, "sorry, he is no longer working here. (Sorry, he is no longer working here)"
Tong Chunxia quickly asked as if struck by lightning, "where he is going on? (Then where will he go)"
"I don't know either. He stopped working here a long time agohe is disabledindividuals (his legs and feet are disabled), and it is very inconvenient for me."
The boss shook his head and threw the photo to Tong Chunxia. Tong Chunxia still did not give up and asked: "Then do you know where he lived before?"
The boss pointed upstairs, "He used to live in a small room in the attic. Oh, by the way, there are still a few investment books in the room. You can take them away for me by the way."
"Mayihavealook? (Can I see?)"
"whatever. (up to you)"
This is the first time that Tong Chunxia has been so close to Duan Yanqiu after nearly three years. Even in different time and space, in the same place.
The attic is very small, only about three or four square meters. There is a small glass window on the roof, and the light just falls down unscrupulously.
There was a desk and a very small single bed in the room, so small that Tong Chunxia had difficulty lying on it, and he didn't know how the long-armed and long-legged Duan Yanqiu curled up here to spend the day and night.
There are still mops, brooms and other things hanging on the corner of the wall. The smell is not very good. The wooden floor is a little old, and there are some creaking sounds when stepping on the ground.
Here is Duan Yanqiu's world.
Tong Chunxia's heart suddenly ached uncontrollably.
? Duan Yanqiu, who used to live in such a storage room of less than four square meters, used to stay out of the sun.
What would he think about those days and nights?
What he must be thinking about is his pride on the court, his glory in the city, and even thinking of her.
Will he see his disability, even give up on himself, and have the idea of ??giving up everything?
Just thinking of this, Tong Chunxia felt that his emotions were on the verge of collapse.
Lu Qinghuan sighed softly behind her, and only sighed with a deep heart, "Duan Yanqiu these years I'm afraid it's not easy."
According to the boss's instructions, Tong Chunxia carefully rolled up the basic investment book on the desk and took it away. Just as he was about to turn around, he saw someone write three words with a red ballpoint pen on the wall near the desk——
Tong Chunxia.
Tong Chunxia recognized it almost at a glance, it was Duan Yanqiu's handwriting.
She is too familiar with him. She copied so many of his homework in the third year of high school. She knew that when Duan Yanqiu wrote her name, the two o'clock in winter must be very far away. The font is long and thin, with a hint of elegance.
The red ink of the ballpoint pen faded as the wall fell off, but each stroke seemed to carry the strength of the person who wrote it, as if it was telling her the pain and struggle of those countless nights.
Tong Chunxia gently stroked it up with his hand, the wall was a little damp, and his fingers were moist.
She smiled slightly at Lu Qinghuan, her expression was indifferent, and there was a faint smile on her lips, "Look, this is Duan Yanqiu's words."
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Tong Chunxia did not expect that this trip to London turned out to be the last time in his life that he was closest to Duan Yanqiu.
Their itinerary in London was only a few days. During these few days, she also inquired a lot in the circle of Chinese overseas students, but after all, she found nothing.
In addition, they are not familiar with the place of life, if they want to live in such a big placeHow easy is it to find Duan Yanqiu in a big city?
In the following years, Tong Chunxia never heard of Duan Yanqiu again.
She left her mobile phone number to the Chinese restaurant owner who Duan Yanqiu worked for before, but he never called.
Everything is like a stone sinking into the sea, throwing a stone into it can't make a ripple.
The only gain is the few books that Duan Yanqiu left in the attic.
On the yellowed title page, there are the words Duan Yanqiu.
Those three words seemed to have become a scar in her life.
From then on, whenever she saw a disabled person with bad legs and feet on the street, she couldn't help but take a few more glances. It wasn't until the other person stared at her angrily that she realized her offense.
Tong Chunxia never gave up on looking for Duan Yanqiu. She joined a group of British students studying abroad. She often spoke in the group to show her face when she had nothing to do. Occasionally, she would post a photo of Duan Yanqiu. Contact yourself.
But no one has ever privately messaged her. In this world, there is no one who looks like Duan Yanqiu.
The Duan Yanqiu who she thought was studying in the UK, now seems to have evaporated from the world, and is nowhere to be seen anymore.
Tong Chunxia doesn't know what kind of life he is living now, he has inconvenient legs and feet, so he must bump into walls everywhere.
What's more, his character is still so arrogant.
Throughout the long years, as long as Tong Chunxia thought of the three words Duan Yanqiu, he always felt empty in his heart.
After graduating from university, Tong Chunxia's biology major was quite difficult to get a job. He said that biochemical environmental materials, unless the family is very rich, try not to touch one.
This sentence was finally fully reflected when Tong Chunxia graduated and was looking for a job.
She, a biology major who graduated from a bachelor's degree, seemed to have no other choice except to be a biology teacher in a middle and high school in a remote place. The slightly better Institute of Biology also started at least as a graduate student of 985 or 211. Like her, the other party didn't even want to read the resume.
Let's go to graduate school, she feels that reading has never been her interest and strength.
Let's be a teacher, Chun Xia is not willing to go to a remote place.
The so-called high-sightedness and low-handedness refers to people like Tong Chunxia.
? Of course, it's not that you can't find a job. Lu Qinghuan's family is a big company, and he put down his bold words that if she really doesn't have a company, the position of cleaning girl in the family company will always be reserved for her. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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