Love is like melting

Chapter 315
"Sifeng, you are so beautiful! I really like the stories you wrote..."

She has listened to such words no less than a hundred times today, without answering a single word, but with a gentle and gentle smile in return.

The signing session lasted the whole afternoon, and Sifeng’s hand was sore when he signed the signature, but the corners of his mouth kept holding a faint smile, without a hint of impatience, and insisted on finishing the book signing of the readers at the scene beyond the scheduled time. Let them wait for nothing and leave with disappointment.

It was getting dark outside the window, the autograph session was finally over, and Rifeng could finally take a breath and have a chance to drink water.

In the evening, I reserved a box at Junding’s restaurant to celebrate the complete success of the autograph session.

Sifeng received a call from the editor asking her to go to the restaurant on the 20th floor, and almost everyone was there.

She cut off the phone, thanked the staff who were still cleaning up, said it was hard work, and then left.

When she reached the elevator entrance, there was an elevator coming up from below, but there was no one there. She went in and pressed 20.

The elevator slowly ascended, and the elevator next to it happened to come down from above, and the two elevators rubbed shoulders in the air.

While listening to Fu Qing talking about work, Xu Sizhe raised his wrist to look at his watch, and from the corner of his eyes, he inadvertently glanced at the elevator next door.

A woman in a white lace dress and waist-length hair, her hair was dyed a dark color. When he swept over, she happened to receive a call. She turned her head to talk on the phone, with half of her face covered by her long hair. I don't know the face, but just looking at the temperament, it should look good.

The two elevators were staggered, going up and down, but after a glimpse, Xu Sizhe frowned instantly.

I always feel that the figure from the back is somewhat familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

After a crisp "ding", two silver doors slowly opened, Fu Qing blocked the silver doors with his hands, but Xu Sizhe didn't get out of the elevator for a long time.

Fu Qing was puzzled: "Minister..."

Xu Sizhe came back to his senses, without even looking at Fu Qing, he immediately walked out of the elevator, and looked at the elevator next door, which stopped steadily on the 22nd floor.

Turn around and walk into the elevator again, pressing down on the 22nd floor.

Fu Qing was startled, not understanding what was wrong with the minister, "Minister...Minister..."

Before he got into the elevator, the silver door was already closed, and he caught the solemnity and anxiety on Xu Sizhe's face in the final gap.

Just like, two years ago.

The 22nd floor is the beauty parlor. I searched for each box and activity room, but I still couldn't find the familiar shadow, as if it had evaporated from the world.

Fu Qing caught up and saw that Xu Sizhe was looking for something like crazy, and couldn't help but said, "Minister, are you... Did you read it wrong again?"

Xu Sizhe's hand holding the doorknob of the box froze suddenly.

This is not the first time, nor will it be the last.

Since she disappeared out of thin air two years ago, the minister often mistook people who resembled her for her on the road!
Constant hope and constant disappointment, this vicious circle lasted for two full years.

Until now, the minister has never given up, looking for her.

It's just that there is no clue or trace. The world is so big, trying to find someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Xu Sizhe's hands slumped down by his side, his dim eyes stared at the closed door, his breathing stagnated, and after a while, a slight smile appeared on his thin lips.

"Fu Qing, is it my illusion? I think she is beside me, somewhere, I can feel it, but I can't find her."

Fu Qing's breathing was stagnant, because seeing the smile on the corner of his mouth, he felt miserable.

"Minister, it's time for us to go to the presidential palace. Otherwise, His Excellency Jin will have to wait for a long time. As for this..." The voice paused, and said softly: "I will send someone to check layer by layer. If she is really here , will surely be found.”

Xu Sizhe's clear eyes were dim, and he glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Can't find it.

It's very clear in my heart, isn't it!
It was inevitable to be drunk at the celebration banquet. Although some editors blocked it, they still couldn't stand the enthusiasm of the publisher. Rufeng drank a lot, and his head began to dizzy.

Fortunately, there was a call in the middle, and she answered the call and went outside to take a breather, and escaped a lot of alcohol.

"It won't be over in a while, you don't have to rush to pick me up, I can go back by myself."

"I drank, but not much, it's okay...well, I'll send you a text message when it's almost over, and drive carefully."

Out of the corner of his eye, Sifeng glanced out to find his editor, took the initiative to end the call, and followed her back to the box helplessly.

The celebration banquet didn't end until almost ten o'clock in the evening, and there was another one, but Rufeng tried his best to shirk it, because he was really tired and needed to go back to rest, and a friend had already come to pick him up, so it was not good to keep his friend waiting for a long time.

Walking out of the Junding Hotel, the evening breeze was cool, and the lace skirt swayed gently in the dark night. She took a deep breath, feeling relieved.

After waiting for not more than 2 minutes, a black car stopped firmly in front of her. The man got out of the car and made a detour to the door of the co-pilot. The gentleman opened the door for her, "Are you tired?"

The voice is gentle, and the concern is obvious.

Sifeng sat in the car, and seemed to be paralyzed on the seat for a moment, and said weakly: "The remaining half of life seems to be gone."

The man glanced at her, with a smile on his thin lips, and leaned over to fasten her seat belt. While starting the engine, he said, "I told you not to accept the signing, but you didn't listen. You're asking for trouble, who can blame you?" ?”

"Blame me?" She looked sideways at him with an innocent look on her face.

One second he was scolding her, and the next second he couldn't help feeling sorry for her, "Take a good rest these two days, and if there is any activity at the publishing house, I will block it for you."

"Thank you!"

Mo raised his eyebrows, seemingly helpless, "You are polite with me?"

She smiled and said nothing, she held her chin and looked at the colorful neon lights outside the car window. Under the dim light, her expression was faint and covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

The car slowly merged into the main road, getting faster and faster, without even noticing that there was someone following behind the car from the moment it started.

"Huo Yimo... Huo Yimo..."

Xu Sizhe followed the car, running continuously, his handsome face was full of shock and astonishment.

It's her, it must be her, it can't be wrong.

Just after returning from the presidential palace, Fu Qing went to park the car. He was going to get into the elevator, but he accidentally saw a beautiful figure at the entrance of the hall and got into the car.

In the blink of an eye, actions are faster than thoughts, and they have already been chased out.

The heart was beating continuously, as if it was going to jump out of the body with excitement.

He won't admit it wrong, it must be her.

Standing in the middle of heavy traffic, watching the car carrying her disappear in his eyes, a sense of powerlessness suddenly increased.

Just like when she disappeared.

The phone rang, and it was Fu Qing who called, asking where he was and why he disappeared in the blink of an eye. The matter of Zha Junding had been investigated, and there was no news of her.

"Fu Qing doesn't need to check Junding anymore..." Looking at the desolate night with deep eyes, a difficult voice slipped out of his throat, "You help me check someone."

Fu Qing on the other end of the phone was puzzled, "Who?"

Xu Sizhe gently closed his eyes, and also covered all the sadness and powerlessness, that white shadow kept flashing in his mind, his lips were lightly pursed, and he murmured two words: "Like the wind."

The next day, although Sifeng wanted to rest, the editor called and said that someone wanted to buy the copyright of "The Rest of My Life" and hoped that she would come over.

Sifeng repeatedly emphasized on the phone that the copyright of "The Rest of My Life" will not be considered for sale in the near future, but the editor strongly recommends that she go over, talk, and reconsider after meeting. If she really does not want to sell, she will not be forced.

In desperation, Sifeng had no choice but to agree, changed clothes hastily, and went out.

(End of this chapter)