his little warmth

Chapter 146 It’s wrong to leave

Ling Huan looked at Jiang Nuanxing's expression and understood at a glance what she was struggling with.

"Forget it."

Ling Huan took Jiang Nuanxing's hand and said seriously: "Nuanxing, stop thinking so much, we will accompany you to find him!"

"If you want to leave or stay, isn't it just a matter of one sentence! Then let's have a better time and ask him face to face!"

The sudden suggestion changed things too quickly.

Jiang Nuanxing was stunned for a moment, then said hesitantly, "But, I don't know where he is now?"

"Aren't there just those places where a person is often found? The four of us will look for it separately, and we will definitely find it!"

Ling Huan looked like this was nothing.

On the sidelines, Zhuo Fan and Yang Qianyi, who were inexplicably included in the [Searching Team]: "..."

"let's go."

While persuading Jiang Nuanxing, Ling Huan turned his head to ask Zhuo Fan and Yang Qianyi where Cheng Mu often went for distribution, as if he was in control.

Jiang Nuanxing was still hesitating with his head lowered, his mind slowly drifting away.

Then he suddenly remembered something, and took out a mobile phone with a pink and white shell from the belly of the table.

Turning on the screen, the message inbox was clean, Jiang Nuanxing frowned, and opened the outbox again.

He didn't reply to the messages that filled the screen.

The “unread” message displayed next to each message is even more irritating.

Jiang Nuanxing turned off the screen and took a small breath. His hesitant expression seemed to have been pushed by them, and even the hazyness in his beautiful almond eyes became clear.

"Huanhuan, let's go."

She wanted to go to him and make it clear.

No matter who it is for or what the reason is, it is wrong to leave without saying a word.

...

School in the afternoon.

The search team was divided into four groups.

Zhuo Fan went to Cheng's house, Yang Qianyi went to his brothers' houses, Ling Huan went to a common bar and game hall, and everyone went to the place where Cheng Mu was most likely to go.

The afternoon sun burns brightly.

Facing the sunshine, Jiang Nuanxing wore a solid-color baseball cap, her hair swayed slightly, and walked along the tree-lined path with small steps.

The air was hot and stuffy, and the slowly blowing wind blew through the hollow lanterns hanging in front of the door, adding an antique coolness.

Not far away, a retro small Western-style building of the Republic of China stands in front of you.

Jiang Nuanxing stopped at the edge of Qingshi Alley, his eyes hesitating on the ring of the wooden door.

This is the old residence of the Cheng family.

Zhuo Fan and Yang Qianyi said that Cheng Mu might be at the old man's place, so they gave Jiang Nuanxing the address and asked her to come here to find someone.

Jiang Nuanxing didn't think about it carefully at that time and agreed in a daze.

But when I came to the door, I looked at the building in front of me, with its red couplets, engraved rafters and painted pillars, as if every brick and tile was telling a story.

The little girl was inexplicably tense and nervous.

Stand in front of the door for a while.

Jiang Nuanxing repeated the reason silently in her heart, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to pat the animal-faced copper ring.

The sound of the wooden door and copperware clashing was retro and dull.

A few gusts of wind carrying the fragrance of flowers blew in the air, and the elegant fragrance seemed to pull people into the retro building in front of them.

Jiang Nuanxing waited for a long time, but no one answered the door.

"Is no one there?"

The little girl said to herself and knocked lightly on the wooden door again.

Suddenly, as if aware of something, Jiang Nuanxing stopped knocking on the door, paused for a moment, walked around the eaves of the wall, and walked towards the backyard.

The sound of the chess pieces falling was clear and ethereal.

Through the leaky window in the outer eaves, the scene of the confrontation between Mr. Cheng and Feng Yu on the chessboard can be clearly seen.

Mr. Cheng pondered for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and made a move confidently. Finally, he looked at Feng Yu triumphantly, full of confidence.

Jiang Nuanxing was standing outside the window, hesitating whether to interrupt.

The next second, the old man looked at her as if he was aware of it.

"..."

Jiang Nuanxing froze, her lips moved, and she was about to explain something.

A few seconds later, the old man was startled, as if he was thinking about something, and then he opened his mouth with a smile on his face.

"Ah, isn't this the little girl the brat knew?"

"Why are you standing outside? Come on, come in and sit down."

(End of this chapter)