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Chapter 27 Fish slipping through the net (1)

There is a photo frame on my desk, which contains the photos I took when I went on a trip to the countryside with my sister when I was just in junior high school.Looking back on that day, it was a miracle that I, who was not very good at using a camera, offered to take pictures of my sister.My sister readily agreed, and ran to the distance excitedly. When I looked back, I was standing in the middle of the green lawn. I pressed the shutter lightly, and my sister's extremely beautiful figure was frozen in the distance.

Her pony tail fluttered in the wind, a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, and her smile made people feel comfortable and relaxed.Perhaps because of practicing dancing all the year round, at the moment I captured the picture, my sister adopted a half-jumping posture.A long skirt floated over her knees with inertia, revealing her white and slender calves, exuding incredible vitality.

After the photo was developed, everyone who saw it praised her beauty with one voice.And I raised my head, clenched my fist, and proudly showed off to the adults that this was my work.It's a pity that such a perfect photo only appeared once. I don't know if it is related to luck. In the future journey, I have never taken such an amazing work.Therefore, my sister framed this photo and put it on the desk.

However, this photo was not selected for her sister's posthumous photo, and her parents decided to use her ID photo in her first year of high school as the last photo presented to everyone in the mourning hall.This decision made me very angry, but I couldn't refute my parents' words when I was young, so I had to hold my grandma's hand and cry secretly.

My parents work outside the home all the year round, and they fostered my sister and me at my grandmother's house.Therefore, my sister and I have always had a deep relationship. During the period when she just passed away due to illness, I often forgot about it.I am used to going out with my sister in the morning, and even after breakfast, I wondered what happened to my sister today, and she was still sleeping in.When I pushed open her door and saw the photo frame on the desk and a stick of incense next to it, I realized that my sister was gone.

After that, I took that photo frame into my house.After coming home from school every day, I always like to stare at her for a while.It seems that doing so can produce a little spiritual sustenance.But the more I want to heal the scars in my heart, the more difficult it is to restrain myself from missing my sister.

Until one day, I met a few girls who looked like my sister at the school gate.Those were the senior girls. They had just finished dancing and were chatting about something.Almost everyone wore ponytails and was slender and slender.When I saw them, I seemed to see a living sister.

Ah - yes!The older sister is the one who is alive, the one who can talk, and the one who has a warm body.Not a piece of paper in a photo frame that just shows a smile.After I understood this, I gradually transferred my longing for my sister to a girl who looked similar to her.This kind of longing gradually turned into a kind of obsession, which caused my behavior to change from watching to following.

The original intention was to watch them quietly from a distance.However, the reason why I did not continue to adopt this method is that if I was noticed to always follow these girls, my behavior would easily be suspected as abnormal.After all, no one would stop by these girls every day.This guy must be doing strange things——everyone who sees it should think so, right?

what can we do about it?

That's good, I mustered up the courage to make a decision, pick the one who is most like my sister, and then take her home and lock her in my sister's room.In this way, I have a living sister.

As I grow older, there are more and more people around me who look like sisters.After all, my sister died in her sophomore year of high school.At that age, there were tons of girls at my disposal to choose from.Finally, I found a girl in my class.When I saw her for the first time, I had an illusion, as if my sister was reborn in front of me.

It's a pity that during high school, the only phone call was sabotaged.Because of the precedent of being attacked, the girl was surrounded by layers of protection for a period of time afterwards.After graduating from high school, she disappeared completely without hearing from her.Now five years have passed.When I was about to give up on this person and look for another target, a piece of news came that the High School Attached to Jianglin City University where I belonged was going to celebrate its centenary!
Why not take this opportunity to post on the Internet and call back the classmates of the year for a reunion-the idea was born from this.

At this time, I was sitting in front of the computer desk, repeating the following three points in my heart: no exaggeration, the text should be smooth, and it looks as if I let it go, while carefully checking the post I just finished.

The general content of the article is as follows: On the occasion of the fifth anniversary of high school graduation, on the occasion of the centennial celebration, I specially invited my classmates to a party.

Of course, this is only on the literal level.My original intention was to find that woman who looked like my sister.Thinking of her made my breathing quicken.I knew in my heart that I was so infatuated with her that I couldn't give up.But it's not just me, this girl was the class flower back then, there should be many people who care about whether she will show up.

Thinking of this, I, who usually don't like to sweat, actually sweat profusely in such a cold weather.Maybe I'm still a little nervous, I habitually pick up the eraser at hand and rub it with my thumb - this is a habit I have since I was a child, as long as I am nervous, I will keep rubbing the eraser.

After appropriately soothing my emotions, I controlled the mouse and clicked send.

Next, just wait for everyone to watch.Since the current time is eight o'clock in the evening, which is at the peak of the Internet, presumably the alumni will see the post soon, right?
The waiter brought the drinks, 10 minutes after Yan Junhe and I came to the cafe.I ordered coffee, and he ordered herbal tea. During the conversation, he put three cubes of sugar into the teacup.I don't know what's going on, but I somehow feel that this behavior seems to be very consistent with his identity as an entertainment reporter.

Junhe’s signature smirk was almost the same as when he was in high school. He stirred the tea with a spoon, smiled and said to me: “Han Yi, don’t try to deceive me, kid. On the surface, he asked me if I would go or not. Class reunion. In fact, I want to inquire about Tan Ya's news from the side."

I was taken aback by what he said, and I was stunned for two seconds, then pretended to be calm and said: "Even if I deny it, will you believe it?"

Yan Junhe shrugged with a helpless expression.

"However, it's strange to say that according to the advanced network information now, how can you not even find the individual." I was referring to Tan Ya.

"That's right. Although they went their separate ways after graduation, some went to work in other places, and some went to study abroad, but there should be some connections. I remember that Tanya didn't get into her first choice at the time. It might be a re-reading."

I immediately dispelled Junhe's guess: "At that time, after I got the admission letter, I asked around. There was no Tanya in the repeat school."

"He also said that he didn't want to inquire about Tan Ya's news. It turned out that he had been looking after her since she graduated from high school."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"My face is red. I still don't admit it."

"It's because the coffee is too hot..." Although I was slightly annoyed at Jun Ha's persistent grip on what I said, I still maintained the style of denying it.

"Okay, I'll forgive you. But of course you have to ask those female classmates about finding women. What's the use of asking me out."

"It's not because you have the best relationship with girls." I told the truth.

"No way, no way." Junhe pretended to be modest, but I still saw a trace of complacency on his face.

I took advantage of the victory: "Have you seen the posts in the alumni log and the newsletter group? It said that everyone should try their best to find the classmates in the class and gather by the water pool in front of the main building next Saturday during the school celebration. Then they listed the whole class It seems that apart from a few classmates who went abroad, only Tan Ya has no contact."

Yan Junhe frowned and said: "Han Yi, it's not that I don't want to look for it. Tan Ya's situation is indeed a bit strange. Even the students who go abroad, everyone has contact with each other on the Internet. Except for communication software and email, Tan Ya can't be found on social networks. Ya’s registration information. Do you still remember the gathering the year before last, when many people mentioned Tanya, but none of the classmates had contact with her after graduation. According to my guess, there are only three possibilities for this situation.”

Before I could ask which of the three, he blurted out: "Either she changed her name; or she deliberately blocked her contact information and didn't want to get in touch with everyone; or... something happened, something happened."

Although Jun Ha's last sentence was rather tactful, I still froze for a few seconds, and then reluctantly put forward my own point of view: "Tell me, could it be because of that incident?"

"What's the matter? Ah, you mean..." Jun Ha obviously understood what I was referring to after asking the question.

(End of this chapter)