The next day, at 9:00 am.

Si Sheng, who got up early to get a manuscript, left the study room after finishing the three-hour drawing.

After rubbing his eyebrows, Si Sheng took a glass of water, walked to the sofa and sat down.

The silent cell phone on the coffee table was bombarded with news, and the phone was almost out of power. After Si Sheng glanced at him, Duan Changyan's phone call came over again.

"how?"

She pinched her phone and answered.

"Uncle Master, if you don't answer the phone, I'll be in the community." Duan Changyan breathed a sigh of relief and felt helpless.

He is a handsome, elegant and elegant young man, and Si Sheng is just an old mother who is worried and chatting endlessly.

"What's up?"

"I'm sending you breakfast, you must have not eaten it." Duan Changyan was extremely confident.

“…”

I didn't eat it, I was a little hungry.

When Duan Changyan came over, Si Sheng hung up the phone and read the news again. Seeing that Ling Xize was also reminding her of breakfast, she calmly replied to the word "eat", and then mute her phone and put it aside.

He picked up the backpack that he threw from the sofa since entering the door, Si Sheng picked up the zipper and took out a transparent file bag from it.

Open and pull out the portrait of the character inside.

These portraits were painted by Qin Fan based on Zhong Yu's memory. She had scanned them to the computer and sent them to Duan Changyan, asking the Duan family to help keep an eye on them, but obviously, there was no progress.

They don’t know whether they are scrambling on the Northwest Line.

However, since they promised Zhong Yu, Si Sheng would definitely not be perfunctory and planned to check through some of her personal underground connections.

Scan the pictures one by one, Si Sheng passed these faces one by one, and painted the simple sketches into vivid human figures in his mind.

——Five years have passed, and many of these people have changed.

Hope is slim.

During the browsing period, when the phone rings, Si Sheng still thought it was Duan Changyan or Ling Xize. However, when he picked up the phone, he saw that it was the wood in Duan Changyan's mouth - Zheng Yongfeng.

"Old Zheng."

"I've arrived at the hospital, are you here?"

The sound is low and thick, full of magnetic properties, and the sense of steady flow is as long as the long-term extension of the flight section.

"How is his situation?"

"It's great, I can scream." Zheng Yongfeng's tone couldn't hear the turbulence.

Screaming?

Just as Si Sheng was puzzled, the sound of Shen Jiangyuan leaking into the phone's earpiece—

"I said, why are you so rude? Just throw soy milk directly on your body. What if you sprinkle it - where are you going-"

With the sound of closing the door, Shen Jiangyuan's voice disappeared.

Then, Zheng Yongfeng's irritable and fierce voice sounded from his phone, "It's so much."

Si Sheng imagined Zheng Yongfeng's black face at this moment and laughed silently, "In terms of 'thing', he must be unable to compare with our Young Master Duan."

"Duan Changyan..." Zheng Yongfeng paused for a moment, and asked, "Are you with you?"

With a light cough, Si Sheng guessed that Zheng Yongfeng omitted words like "grandson" and ignored his pause in that second.

"Send breakfast later." Si Sheng said, "Give me the address, I'll go downstairs now."

"Um."

Zheng Yongfeng was simple and straightforward to do things. As soon as he finished answering, he cut off the phone. In less than ten seconds, the detailed address was sent over.

The Second Hospital is not far from here, within half an hour's drive.

After glanced at the news, Si Sheng stuffed his phone and portrait into his backpack, threw the backpack on his shoulder, and then went out.

*

In the car, Si Sheng drank soy milk with a straw in his mouth, listening to Duan Changyan arranges "entertainment projects" for her.

As a painting dog who wanted to get a manuscript, Si Sheng didn't listen to a single word.

"Boss An said that the prices of the gadgets you made recently were too outrageous. I suspected that someone was deliberately raising the price behind the scenes. Maybe there was any conspiracy, so I stopped selling them for auction."

I don’t know how long I’ve been talking about it, Duan Changyan finally changed his topic.

"Um."

Si Sheng responded absent-mindedly, all his thoughts were on his phone.

She sent a photo of her breakfast to Ling Xize, but her photography skills were ridiculed by Ling Xize again. She is now forcibly winning over the screen of her mobile phone.

"I discussed with Mutou and wanted to take a few to our store to sell to see who comes to the door and whether it can lead to the mastermind-"

Si Sheng suddenly turned around and was quite surprised, "Your Majesty can discuss with you such a bad idea?"

"I asked him, he said yes, isn't this called negotiation?"

“…”

This is called "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."

Si Sheng asked: "Have you taken the store?"

"Um."

"Okay."

Si Sheng nodded and didn't care.

Except for the objects designed and produced by her, the rest of them were not passed through her hands. Even if Duan Changyan and Zheng Yongfeng were found, they could not find her head.

Although Si Sheng didn't care about "deliberately raising the price and having other plans", it would be the best if he could know "the other party's origin" and "why the plan was".

She doesn't like being passive.

"I also asked, and everyone in the industry said that your work is 'can't be copied', so many people are crazy and fascinated. Some merchants saw the market and wanted to find you to cooperate and buy technology, so they went through a lot of trouble."

“No market.”

Si Sheng replied to the news, but his eyelids didn't even lift him up.

The Luban lock on the market is probably similar to her interest. However, the Luban lock can be assembled by itself, which is more interesting. Most of her works can only be used as decorations and can only attract a very small number of people. It is basically impossible to open up a market.

Which businessman with a slutty eye would spend time on such a work to make a profit?

"Yes," Duan Changyan said 'tsk', "Thinking deeply about this matter, there is no reliable reason for standing up. What do you think about the people who are causing trouble behind the scenes? You can't be like you, you're so idle and want to cause trouble, right?"

Si Sheng said slowly: "As long as the master behind the scenes does not give up, the truth will always come to the surface."

Listening to her calm emphasis, Duan Changyan was convinced and held his forehead, "Why are you so calm?"

After beating Ling Xize, Si Sheng finally felt relieved. He fell on the back of the chair, lifted his eyelids, and his eyebrows and eyes fell into the bright sunshine were filled with smiles.

She asked back: "I'm not calm, who can I go with in a hurry?"

“…”

Duan Changyan blinked, and the scene when the sunlight passed her eyebrows was so stunning that it got stuck. He didn't know how to answer for a while.

I have known this uncle for four or five years, but he has not been used to her face that harms the country and the people.

...When God created her, the soul of the craftsman must have occurred.

When Duan Changyan was silent, the vehicle had already stopped at the hospital gate.

"arrive."

He threw down two words leisurely, Si Sheng carried the breakfast garbage and opened the door and got out of the car.

Duan Changyan quickly followed.

*

The hospital is the same everywhere, with people coming and going, shoulder to shoulder.

Si Sheng and Duan Changyan arrived near the inpatient department. Just as they were about to follow Zheng Yongfeng's ward number to walk in, they looked up and saw a tall figure near the green plants in the flower bed outside the inpatient department building.

The temperature is high in the morning and evening day and night. Even though there is the sun, the temperature at this point is only more than ten degrees.

The man next to the flower bed took off his coat and put it on his elbow. He only wore a white T-shirt on his upper body, with short-sleeved ones, and his arms were exposed. He had wheat-colored skin, clear muscle lines, and a sense of strength.

He is not particularly handsome, and has nothing to do with Duan Changyan's "handsome and exquisite". He is the one with low-key connotation. The contour lines are cold and hard, thick eyebrows and big eyes, straight facial features, and very attractive. There is a scar on the forehead, which is usually covered, and because of the messy hair, the scar is exposed a little.

At first glance, it looks very manly.

——Si Sheng once felt that the image of "zero" in netizens' minds was based on this one.

At this moment, this tough guy who was not afraid of the wind and cold and was willing to bask in the sun was standing idle, holding a cigarette in his mouth, swallowing clouds and fog, and his eyes happened to be coming to this side.

"Come?"
To be continued...