Fu Jingchuan drove directly to the community where Shiyang lived.
Having been here twice, Fu Jingchuan was already familiar with Shiyang's family.
After parking the car, Fu Jingchuan went directly to the 15th floor where Shiyang lived.
The door was closed as usual.
Fu Jingchuan rang the doorbell, but no one opened the door.
No response to knocking on the door.
Fu Jingchuan didn't know if Shiyang simply didn't want to open the door, or if she was not at home, or if she had moved again.
When he came to Zurich, she moved overnight.
After pressing the doorbell for the last time but getting no response, Fu Jingchuan let out a long breath, took out his cell phone and dialed Shiyang's number.
The call was put through, but no one answered.
Fu Jingchuan called several times, but no one answered the phone and there was no ringing sound in the house.
Apparently no one was home.
When putting away his phone, Fu Jingchuan calmly glanced at Maoyan's video surveillance, then turned and went downstairs.
The elevator soon stopped on the first floor.
When the elevator door opened, Fu Jingchuan looked at the unfamiliar corridor. His movements paused for a moment, but he still walked out.
He did not leave, but stood at the door of the entrance hall on the first floor, looking out at the community.
The environment of the community is quiet and quiet. It's almost noon. It rained just last night in Xicheng, which still has a bit of autumn coolness. It's very suitable for taking a walk to enjoy the coolness.
There are many people in the community, mostly elderly people with children.
Fu Jingchuan glanced at the crowd, who had already walked outside. As he walked, he took out his mobile phone and called Tang Shaoyu.
His car was parked outside the community, and there wasn't even a temporary parking place in the community on weekends.
On the way out, you have to pass a rockery and children's play area.
As soon as Fu Jingchuan walked around the rockery, a small pink balloon rolled out from the side.
Fu Jingchuan was walking fast and hurriedly, and he was also talking on the phone. He didn't pay attention to his steps. By chance, the balloon that rolled out fell under his fallen leather shoes. There was a crisp "pop" sound, and the balloon exploded instantly.
"..."
Fu Jingchuan lowered his eyes and looked at the soles of his feet. The pink balloon had broken into thin pieces.
Fu Jingchuan frowned and raised his head, and when he saw the little girl running hurriedly on the path next to him, his eyes paused slightly.
He recognized her, the little girl in Hanfu whom he met by chance in a restaurant in Zurich.
Today, she did not wear Hanfu, but simply wore a fake two-piece pink cartoon suspender skirt. Her long hair was combed into a small braid on her back with flush bangs. She was also holding a small milk bottle in her hand. Look. Playful and ignorant.
The little girl didn't notice Fu Jingchuan.
She ran after the balloon, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the body of the balloon that had been trampled under Fu Jingchuan's feet. Her little mouth suddenly shrank in grievance, and tears began to well up in her eyes, but she tried not to cry, she was just aggrieved. And whispered softly: "My balloon..."
Renye ran towards Fu Jingchuan. When he got closer, he seemed to be frightened by his height. He slowly stopped and raised his face to look at him aggrievedly and anxiously. He wanted to step forward to pick up the broken balloon, but he didn't dare. .
Fu Jingchuan's black eyes kept falling on her, a little distracted.
The cell phone he held to his ear was still on a call.
Tang Shaoyu on the other end of the phone couldn't hear his voice for a long time, and couldn't help but worry: "Old Fu, Old Fu?"
After calling twice, there was no response, and his voice couldn't help but grow slightly louder: "Fu Jingchuan, are you listening? Are you okay?"
The loud voice brought Fu Jingchuan back to his senses instantly.
"I have something to do now. I'll hang up now and call you later."
He said, then hung up the phone and looked at the little girl who was timidly looking up at him.
The child was obviously a little afraid of him, and pointed hesitantly towards his feet: "My...balloon..."
Fu Jingchuan lowered his eyes at the broken balloon and squatted down in front of her.
"The balloon burst." He said, "I'm sorry, uncle just didn't pay attention."
The child's mouth tightened even more, but he still said in a low voice: "It's okay."
But as soon as the words fell, tears started to fall down like golden beans in big drops, and no one could hold them back. With a cry of "Wow", he burst out crying, then immediately closed his mouth and tried to hold it in, struggling to hold it in. He looked aggrieved and funny.
