People in the headquarters, including Mengang, were naturally familiar with Meng Lanting, but this time, they did not let her in, saying that they had not received any notification or permission.
Now that I am no longer a night school teacher here, I would not enter a place like this on my own initiative.
Meng Lanting naturally understood and asked the other party to pass a message to Secretary Zhang on his behalf.
Although the gate guard refused to let her in, his attitude was still very good and he agreed immediately.
Meng Lanting waited outside the gate for a moment before he saw Zhang Kuifa coming out and hurriedly greeted him.
Secretary Zhang still had the same smile on his face.
He greeted Meng Lanting politely and admitted that he had sent the telegram.
But when she said she wanted to take a look, the smile disappeared and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.
"Ms.
Meng, it's not that I won't help you.
To tell you the truth, he just transferred from Nanjing two days ago.
I looked at the file and thought it was a bit like what you had published in the newspaper before.
I took a picture of my younger brother, so I tested Chief Feng.
I asked you to come and identify me.
He didn’t nod or shake his head, so I sent you a telegram.
I don’t know anything about it now.
I really can’t help you.
Make the decision.
You’d better go find Chief Feng.”
"Is he in there now?"
Secretary Zhang shook his head.
"Last month, I didn't see anyone for a whole month.
I just came once a few days ago, but I haven't come again in the past two days."
He laughed and said, "You know, I'm just a secretary and a manager.
How dare I ask about the whereabouts of the person above me?"
Meng Lanting suppressed his eagerness and worry, thanked Secretary Zhang, left the headquarters, turned around and immediately went to Feng's Mansion in the west of the city.
It was a long way, and when she arrived at Feng Mansion, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening.
Although the summer days are long, by this point it is already dark.
The mansion door was tightly closed.
A gust of evening wind blew by, and an old paulownia tree beside the road in front of the door dropped its seeds from its lush branches and leaves.
Meng Lanting got off the rickshaw and pressed the doorbell on the iron door of the mansion.
The concierge Zhang came out to open the door.
When he saw Meng Lanting, he showed a surprised smile and asked, "Miss Meng, are you looking for our eighth lady?
She is on a business trip and will not return until two days later."
"I'm here to see Mr.
Feng.
Is he there?"
"Ninth Young Master, he is not at home either.
If Miss Meng has something to do, you can come in and sit and wait for him to come back."
"Do you know where he went?"
"If you have something urgent, I will help you ask Ma Feng."
Lao Zhang hurried in, and after a while, Feng's mother ran out with a smile on her face and said: "I heard Lao Yan say that the young master should go to the big world in the evening.
The eldest son of Cui Mansion celebrated his birthday.
A few days ago, he repeatedly Invited.
Miss Meng, have you had dinner?
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Come in and eat."
Meng Lanting said she had eaten, declined, and asked: "Feng Ma, do you know what time he will be back?"
"It's hard to tell.
Come on, maybe you won't come back at night.
Miss Meng, if you have something urgent, just tell me.
I will tell you as soon as the young master comes back."
Feng's mother must be right.
In a place like that, it's normal to stay up all night.
"Miss Meng, I haven't seen you for a long time.
I heard that you have returned to your hometown.
What do you want to do with the young master?
Come in and sit down first."
Meng Lanting suppressed the anxiety in his heart, shook his head, thanked Feng's mother, and left Feng Mansion.
Now that she had arrived in Shanghai, she felt that she could not wait any longer and wished to see the man who was still behind bars right away.
Is he his younger brother who has been missing for two years?
If so, what is his current situation?
She hesitated for a moment, then called a rickshaw and asked the driver to take her to the big world.
A ten-mile foreign market, full of feasting and feasting.
Shanghai at night is like a mysterious beauty with gorgeous decorations and veils, attracting countless people and plunging into her, intoxicated and dreamy, ups and downs.
This time is the most lively time in the big world.
This five-story Western-style building includes bars, billiard rooms, casinos, dance halls and other most popular entertainment projects.
Across the street, you can see the huge sign with the name written in colorful neon lights that stands high in the night sky.
Meng Lanting got out of the rickshaw and walked towards the big world.
Before I could reach the door, I heard a burst of noisy and cheerful dance music coming from the door, hitting everyone's ears.
Inside the glass door, the lights are bright and there are people crowded.
You can faintly see the center of the hall.
On the stage under the huge dome decorated with stained glass, a row of fair-skinned blondes in red dance skirts dance to the dance music.
She has long legs and is dancing a soul-stirring fiery dance.
Meng Lanting stopped at the door and asked the Indian doorman Feng Kezhi in English.
The other party looked at her and said nothing.
Meng Lanting said: "I have something urgent to do with Mr.
Feng.
Please send me a message."
She handed over some money.
The other party accepted it and then said: "Mr.
Feng left with a group of friends about half an hour ago."
Naturally, he didn't know where Feng Kezhi had gone.
Three consecutive misses.
Hungry and tired.
Meng Lanting suppressed the disappointment that hit him like a wave, turned around and left again.
She randomly bought a cake from a nearby roadside stall to satisfy her hunger, and decided to go back to Feng Mansion and wait for Feng Kezhi's return there.
She returned to the house, did not ring the doorbell again, sat under the shadow of the sycamore tree across the road, and began to wait.
The first-ripe sycamore seeds kept falling, filling the cracks in the brick floor around her skirt and feet.
She waited from nine o'clock in the evening until late at night.
At about twelve o'clock, finally, at the corner at the end of the road, two snow-white light pillars of cars appeared.
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A car drove back, stopped in front of the mansion, and honked its horn.
Feng Kezhi returned Seeing his side face sitting in the car flashed across his sight.
At that moment, for some reason, Meng Lanting's eyes suddenly became hot.
Deep in my heart, a kind of excitement suddenly emerged, but it was also mixed with a bit of timidity and a complex emotion of shame and uneasiness.
She wiped her eyes quickly to push back the tears in her eyes, stood up from the ground in a hurry, and walked quickly towards the door.
When Lao Zhang heard the sound, he ran out to open the door.
While holding the iron door open, he said: "Ninth Young Master, you came back so early tonight.
I thought you wouldn't come back.
Tonight, Miss Meng."
He raised his head and saw Meng Lanting's figure walking across the road, and he couldn't help but be startled.
Feng Kezhi's hand was still on the steering wheel.
He turned his head slightly and glanced at Meng Lanting, who had walked out of the car window.
He showed no expression and made no sound.
Meng Lanting suppressed the growing sense of uneasiness in his heart and whispered: "Mr.
Feng, I want to ask you for a favor."
Feng Kezhi glanced at her, from head to toe, without saying a word, turned his face and drove in.
Lao Zhang probably didn't expect that the meeting between the two of them would be like this.
He was stunned when he saw that the car had already driven in.
He glanced at Meng Lanting and hurriedly caught up with him.
Meng Lanting stood outside the gate, looking through the gap between the two doors as Feng Kezhi got out of the car and walked inside.
After a while, with the sound of tapping footsteps, Lao Zhang ran out, as if relieved, and said with a smile: "Miss Meng, Master Ninth wants you to come in."
Meng Lanting stood outside the door, almost breathless.
On the way here, she had actually prepared herself for the worst case scenario of being treated coldly by him.
But when I really faced this moment, I realized how shameful it was to ask for help from someone who I had repeatedly rejected or even severely offended.
But all this seems insignificant compared to the news about his brother.
No matter how unbearable it was, she had to face it.
She reluctantly pulled herself together, nodded to the obviously confused concierge, plucked up the courage, walked into the iron door in front of her, crossed the courtyard, and came to the door of the living room.
The lights in the living room are on.
Feng's mother seemed to have rushed to work in the kitchen.
Meng Lanting stood at the entrance of the hall and saw that Feng Kezhi had taken off his suit jacket and threw it on the back of the sofa.
His hair was oiled, he was wearing a well-tailored silver-gray suit vest, and the leather shoes on his feet were extremely shiny.
Just like last year, when she first met him on the street.
Meng Lanting walked in slowly, stopped, and stood in the middle of the living room seven or eight steps away from him.
After he sat down, he took out a cigarette from a cigarette case on the coffee table and lit it.
Then he raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly, as if he had just noticed her coming in.
But she never spoke, let alone asked her why she came.
He seemed to have drunk some wine again, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red.
Through the slowly rising green smoke, the face looked a little strange.
Meng Lanting calmed down, walked up a few steps, stood closer to him, and said, "Mr.
Feng, I received a telegram from Secretary Zhang and learned that there may be new news about my brother's whereabouts. .
I went to the headquarters in the afternoon, and Secretary Zhang said that if I wanted to see someone, I would come to see you."
She paused.
"Master Feng, can you let me see that person first?"
After she finished speaking, the living room fell completely silent.
There was a faint sound in my ears of the clinking of bowls and spoons made by Feng's mother while she was busy in the kitchen.
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He didn't answer, he sat and didn't move, he just looked at her like that.
The air between the two of them was also cold and silent.
Only the cigarette between his fingers continued to emit a wisp of smoke, curling up between the two of them.
"Young Master, the soup is ready.
Drink it quickly and wake up."
Feng's mother came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of soup and suddenly saw Meng Lanting.
The two of them were sitting and standing, and couldn't help but be stunned and stopped.
"Master Feng," Meng Lanting's voice trembled slightly.
She wanted to say "please".
"He is in a German hospital."
Before she could say anything, Feng Kezhi suddenly stood up from the sofa and said lightly.
"Lao Yan, send her there."
He yelled in the direction outside the hall again, put out his cigarette in the ashtray, turned around and went upstairs.
Meng Lanting stood there, stunned as he watched his back quickly disappear into the corridor on the second floor.
"Miss Meng, let's go.
I'll take you there right now."
Lao Yan appeared outside the living room door and called Meng Lanting cautiously.
Meng Lanting finally came to his senses, lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes, turned around quickly, and walked out quickly. gd1806102: