161【Twenty-five】

Before the elevator door was closed, the man suddenly reached in his arm and forced the elevator door back.

Tang Yi walked into the elevator, held her wrist with one hand, and pulled the suitcase with the other: "It's so late, where are you going?"

"I want to go back!"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow!" His tone suddenly became stern, "Don't you know what kind of security is in Chicago at night?"

After saying that, he dragged his luggage into the house without saying a word.

...

Jiang Fanxi took a shower and Tang Yi was not in the room or in the living room. The study room was on, and he seemed to be in the study room.

She walked to the restaurant and took a look. There were two plates of pasta and two steaks on the table, which were still hot. It should have been made by Tang Yi just now.

Although she was very hungry, she didn't want to eat anything. She also cried and her head hurt. She was afraid that Tang Yi would come to pester her again, so she hurriedly hid in the bedroom and locked the door.

As long as tonight, she will be able to go home tomorrow.

I want to leave this sad place as soon as possible...

...

Jiang Fanxi had a dream.

In the dream, Tang Yi did not let her go, trapped her in the apartment, tortured her day and night, and said that as long as she gave birth to a child, she would not be able to leave.

She cried and begged him to let her go. She wanted to return to China and she still had work to deal with... But gradually, she was powerless and could only sink into the feeling he brought...

She pushed him crying and kicked her legs hard, but the man's strength was really powerful, which made her breathless...

"Ahem cough cough..."

Jiang Fanxi was awakened by a cough. He subconsciously wanted to pull the table lamp, but what he touched was his warm chest.

The man pressed her slender arm down and whispered: "Do you want to turn on the light?"

It's Tang Yi.

Jiang Fanxi was shocked and struggled to sit up. Before his hand touched the desk lamp switch, Tang Yi pressed under him again.

Realizing what was happening at this moment, she felt humiliated in her heart, tears surging down, and her whole body trembled like a wounded little beast.

She whimpered quietly, and Tang Yi finally stopped moving, flipped off her, and carefully carried her into his arms.

In the darkness, she heard him say, "Let's go back together tomorrow and start over..."

They hugged each other tightly and felt the final negative distance.

...

——This is a sad dividing line—

...

Outside the window, there are sparse stars at night, and the rippling waves on Lake Michigan are reflected on the beige curtains.

Chicago in midsummer has beauty that Beijing does not have, but Jiang Fanxi doesn’t like this city that brings her sadness.

She wants to go back to Beijing soon...

Behind him, Tang Yi turned over and got out of bed.

And... the sound of TT being thrown into the trash can.

After shaking the mattress for a few times, Tang Yi felt it again and lay down next to her.

After a brief silence, Tang Yi turned off the table lamp, turned over, and took her into his arms again.

Jiang Fanxi closed his eyes.

In my ears, the man voiced tired: "Go to sleep, let's talk about it tomorrow."

...

Jiang Fanxi didn't sleep all night.

The morning light came out of the window, and the man behind him breathed smoothly.

Tang Yi slept very well and never woke up all night. I thought that he had a very bad sleep during the days at the police station.

Jiang Fanxi gently struggled out of his arms, got out of bed carefully, picked up the underwear and nightgown that he had thrown on the ground last night and put it on, and left the room with slight hands and feet.

Last night, Tang Yi pulled the suitcase to the cloakroom and put it in. Fortunately, Tang Yi didn't move the things inside. Jiang Fanxi changed into the outfit yesterday, changed his shoes, pulled the suitcase, and went out without looking back.

...

Tang Yi woke up.

When he woke up, Jiang Fanxi was gone except him on the bed, and the clock on the table showed 11:30 noon.

He quickly got out of bed, opened the door and rushed out, searching inside and out for two rounds.

All Jiang Fanxi's things were gone.

Realizing that she should have gone to the airport, Tang Yi put on his jeans and a T-shirt, held his car keys and cell phone, and headed straight to O'Hare Airport.

Although it is almost impossible to find someone who deliberately conceals his whereabouts at Chicago, the world's largest airport, Tang Yi searched every security checkpoint to Beijing, China.

Return without success.

Lake Michigan has changed from light blue to ink blue.

It's late at night.

Tang Yi called Jiang Fanxi's cell phone and prompted him to turn off the phone. He knew that she had already boarded the plane.

...

...

With a "click", the key turned and opened the door lock.

The next second, the gray-white iron door was opened from outside, the dim energy-saving lights lit up, and dust flew in the beam.

Tang Yi coughed lightly, raised his hand and waved the gray in front of him.

He walked into the storage room, took away the mountain bike placed horizontally in the center, then walked in, took down the cartons piled by the wall, and opened them.

Most of them are used books and newspapers that have no collection value and have been eliminated.

He was not sure if the letters were here or if they had been processed with the cleaning of the storage room two years ago.

"Ahem..."

There was too much dust, so he coughed twice and moved out the two boxes pressed to the bottom.

When I opened it, there were several bunch of bundled letters inside.

Tang Yi drew one.

On the light blue envelope that has been opened, it is written in a black water pen:

To:Mr.Han

From:France

Tang Yi bent his lips, put the letter back into the box, and carried the box back upstairs.

...

Study room, letters on the ground.

Tang Yi sorted it into a bundle a year according to the time, and it took more than an hour to sort it out. After counting it, he found that Jiang Fanxi had written more than a hundred letters to him over the years.

Some of the letters from earlier years have been removed, and some may have been read; the letters sent in a few years have been thrown into this box intact.

Tang Yi sat in the chair, looking at the twelve bundles of letters in front of him, and he really couldn't remember what was written in these letters and how they came to him. He had no impression of the person who wrote the letters.

Last night, Jiang Fanxi said that the photos and components were sent to him with letters. He remembered that there were indeed some letters at home before, but they were sorted out later.

The storage room was filled with miscellaneous items for many years, but in fact he had no confidence that the letters could be found, but he just went down to try his luck. However, he didn't expect that the letters would still be there.

It was not cleaned up back then, so I probably wouldn't be willing to throw my handwritten letter into the shredder...

As for the matter of funding students, I really have no impression of it.

I remembered that Jiang Fanxi said last night that it was Jing Qin who said that he was a sponsor. Tang Yi quickly called Jing Qin and asked him to turn off the phone there.

...

It's late at night.

Tang Yi was still looking at the bundles of letters in front of him, and tried hard to recall them for a long time, but he still couldn't connect the matter.

He leaned forward, opened the earliest bundle of letters, and picked up the first one.

This letter has been opened and must have been read before, but it has been too long and has been in the past twelve years and I have no idea what it is.

Tang Yi opened the envelope and took out the letter paper inside.

The pink letter paper has turned yellow and crispy. Take a look at the signature date: October 2006.

It's been twelve years.

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