On the second day of staying in Jiangcheng, news came from the salvage team.
At that time, Fu Jichen was puffing away in the hotel suite. Lu Yanzhi was sitting on the single sofa with his laptop in his arms, with the computer on his lap, doing some official business.
The room was filled with smoke and smoke. Lu Yanzhi, a long-time smoker, could hardly bear it. He coughed twice, leaned over and picked up the tea on the coffee table to moisten his throat. His fingers were still resting on the keyboard, and he glanced across the room. One glance.
Within three days, his friend seemed like a different person. His deep eyebrows and eyes were severely sunken due to lack of sleep, and there were red bloodshot eyes. His three-dimensional facial features became more distinct, his face was thin, and his lines were sharp. There was light blue stubble on his chin. I don't know if he didn't look in the mirror or if he saw it, he didn't bother to care.
He changed his clothes, wearing a dark black shirt and casual trousers underneath. The hem of the shirt hung casually and was not tucked into the waistband of the trousers. Compared with the formal and upright style before, he looked slovenly.
After smoking a cigarette, he threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray.
Lu Yanzhi opened his mouth, but before the words of persuasion came out, his phone suddenly rang.
He leaned over and glanced at the call note on the screen. The words "Salvage Team Captain Xu Ting" stood out. He tightened his fingers on the handle of the tea cup and felt his heart lift.
The captain of the salvage team called and explained that there was news about Shen Jianian, but he was not sure whether it was good or bad.
Before Lu Yanzhi could make any more guesses, the phone was picked up by a hand with sharp bones, and then he heard the hoarse voice of the man opposite: "Hello."
Lu Yanzhi couldn't hear what the person on the phone said clearly. He only saw that Fu Jichen seemed to have been cast a restraining spell. His whole body was frozen there. He didn't move for a long time, and there was no expression on his face.
Seeing him like this, Lu Yanzhi's bad feeling became stronger and stronger.
Could it be that... Shen Jianian's body was found?
"Fu Jichen." Lu Yanzhi tried to call him, instead of calling him "Fu Da" in a joking tone like usual.
That sound brought back Fu Jichen's lost consciousness. He took off the phone, his pale lips tightened, and his Adam's apple kept rolling, as if he was trying to suppress some emotion.
When people face a tragedy, their first reaction is not to believe it. Even if all the evidence points to an answer, they still refuse to accept it.
It's like, as long as you don't believe it, it doesn't exist.
Otherwise, there would be no word "self-deception".
Fu Jichen felt a stinging sensation in his eyes, as if he had been hit by the smoke in the room, and turned his head to look at the blue sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
The weather is so nice, will Jianian sit down and bask in the sun?
The screen showed that the call was still in progress. Lu Yanzhi couldn't calm down and took the phone from Fu Jichen's hand on his own initiative. He put it in his ear and asked, "Captain Xu, have you found it?"
Xu Ting heard that there was a different person on the other end of the phone, so he gasped and repeated what he said: "We found Shen Jianian's belongings in the lower reaches of the Songli River, and her ID was inside."
He did not use the word "relics" because he was afraid of causing a heavy blow to the family, even though everyone knew what it meant to find personal clothes in the river.
Lu Yanzhi exhaled slowly, but also couldn't say a word.
"Sir, are you listening?" Xu Ting asked.
Lu Yanzhi licked his lips, put one hand on his forehead, pressed it hard twice, and whispered: "Let's do this for now. I'll go over and get something later, please excuse me."
A figure passed in front of him, and Lu Yanzhi raised his eyes. The man stood up and walked to the window. His back was straight. If you look closely, you can easily see that he was holding on.
Lu Yanzhi put his cell phone on the coffee table, closed his computer and walked over, standing silently beside Fu Jichen. He turned to look at him without making any big movements, but he caught the wet traces dripping from the corners of his eyes out of the corner of his eyes.
A man doesn't shed tears easily.
In all the years he had known Fu Jichen, he had never seen him cry. Not to mention crying, I have never been sad or frustrated. He was born in a family like the Fu family, a wealthy family with a distinguished background. He is truly the proud son of heaven, and thousands of people support him. He is very capable and ruthless in his methods. No one can tolerate his anger, he is the only one who tries to exploit others.
Before there was any news, Lu Yanzhi could still persuade him not to be too pessimistic. Now, with the facts in front of him, he could not say any deceptive words to comfort people...
The sun was gradually setting towards the west, and its warm orange light spread on the glass, and the figures reflected on it seemed to turn into sculptures.
Lu Yanzhi thought about it secretly and broke the oppressive silence in the room: "I'll go find Captain Xu and get the things back."
"I'll go myself."
Fu Jichen's voice changed. Compared with the hoarseness, it was more calm and calm.
He may not have accepted this reality yet, but on the surface he has built up barriers to protect himself, preventing others from peeking into his true emotions.
Not trusting him after all, Lu Yanzhi followed him.
Qu Mo drove the two of them to the lower reaches of the Songli River.
Xu Ting closed the team and just got off the boat. He took off his diving equipment and sat on the river bank to smoke. He went into the water to salvage several times a day and his body was exhausted.
Three men got out of the car and came over. Xu Ting saw them from a distance, took the cigarette butt from his mouth, inserted it into the sand, stood up and patted the gravel on his pants.
Before they could ask, Xu Ting pointed to an oatmeal-colored handbag and said, "That's it."
The wind on the riverside was strong, causing the short hair on the top of my head to fly around like weeds. Qu Mo and Lu Yanzhi stood motionless while Fu Jichen walked to the wet, mud-covered handbag.
The wind blew the man's clothes up and down, and he knelt down and opened the zipper of his handbag.
There are only three or four pieces of clothing for this season, a toiletry bag, and a storage bag, all of which belong to Shen Jianian.
Looking at these familiar things, Fu Jichen closed his eyes. The expression on his face did not change much, making it impossible to feel his emotional fluctuations.
He took out the storage bag and opened it. As Xu Ting said, it was Shen Jianian's ID. Her ID card, household register, passport, and a few small two-inch ID photos taken at an unknown time, which should have been extra from previous documents applications.
Fu Jichen held one of the photos with his fingertips and his eyes fell on the small face. The girl had thick black hair hanging on her shoulders. She was wearing a blue shirt with a delicate bow ribbon tied around the collar. The broken hair on the side is tucked behind the ears, revealing the complete ears. The facial features are bright and the temperament is pure.
It was probably Jia Nian when he was in college. He looked like he had never seen her before.
Fu Jichen rubbed the photo with his fingertips, as if caressing the girl's cheek. His tightly pressed thin lips relaxed slightly, showing a slight smile.
The people around him watched this scene without making any sound to disturb him. Even though many years have passed, looking back, I still feel heartbroken. The president of Junshan Group has a thin figure, kneeling on one knee on the sand, holding a small photo in his hand. There is a smile on his lips, but his eyes are full of sadness. The afterglow of the sunset falls on his broad back. No matter what, it couldn't shine into his heart.
Fu Jichen stood up slowly and held the handbag in his arms. He ignored the stains on it and soiled his clean shirt. Before leaving, he said to Xu Ting: "Keep looking. I can add money. No matter what, I want to see you." she."
Xu Ting understood what he meant. He wanted to see people alive and saw their corpses when they died.
That evening when he returned to the hotel from Jiang'an, Fu Jichen developed a high fever and collapsed.
He didn't want to go to the hospital, and Lu Yanzhi couldn't just watch him become ill, so he had to call a doctor to treat him in the hotel.
The man with a fever of almost 40 degrees began to talk nonsense, and the name came over and over again.
Shen Jia Nian, Jia Nian...
Lu Yanzhi felt uncomfortable after hearing this. It was at this moment that he truly realized that Fu Jichen's affection for Shen Jia Nian was unimaginable.
On the night of departure for Switzerland, Shen Jia Nian came to the airport to see him off. He could see that Shen Jia Nian was also sincerely attracted to Fu Jichen.
However, she died when Fu Jichen loved her most. I am afraid that he will not be able to forget her for the rest of his life.
*
The illness lingered for a week. When Fu Jichen fully recovered, his whole body had lost a lot of weight.
Lu Yanzhi returned to Yicheng. The company had something to do and there was no delay. He couldn't stay any longer. Song Fang was sent back to Beicheng by Fu Jichen as early as noon on the second day after coming to Jiangcheng to stabilize the situation for him at the group headquarters and follow up on several large projects.
There was no more news from Xu Ting, whether it was good or bad.
Qu Mo booked a flight back to Beicheng at 2:30 in the afternoon and came over to talk to the boss.
When Fu Jichen heard this, he simply raised his eyelids to show that he understood. He was holding something in his hand, and Qu Mo glanced at it casually. It was Miss Shen's ID photo that was salvaged that day. (End of chapter)
