54 A Misplaced Reunion | Heart for Heart

Jiang Yu wrapped his coat around Ning Sicheng's shoulders and let her sit comfortably in the back seat of the car.

Passing by the nearest police station, the police car lights flashed red and blue, making his profile look as cold as a knife.

He gave the police on duty an address and asked them to help send Ning Sicheng home.

Then he turned the steering wheel, and the car speed instantly soared to the limit, heading straight for Lin Weifeng's residence.

Here the engines roared and the rioting tires crushed the night.

On the other side, Lin Weifeng had left the North Bay City Museum a little earlier, when night had just fallen.

Xiao Xiao, the legal director of the North Bay City Museum, invited her to dinner. It was a private party that was not for public use, and she was about to go.

All the way, her right eyelid kept twitching.

Even stranger, it seemed as if she had hit every red light along the entire long street. No matter how hard she pressed the accelerator to save time, she was forced to stop at the side of the zebra crossing again and again. [Pretending not to know me.]

Jiang Yu's words appeared in her mind again and again, and were pondered over and over again.

Gradually, the backs of her hands, which were twisting the steering wheel, began to feel cold.

In the rearview mirror, the city neon lights are the same as usual.

However, her heart skipped a beat as she followed some unclear thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, she decided to leave here a day early.

She turned on her turn signal and made a U-turn at the next intersection.

The navigation destination changed from the hotel address to her residence, and she checked the nearest flight schedule while driving.

On the way, Xiao Xiao received the news that she would not be going to dinner, and out of courtesy and courtesy, she called her as usual.

"Lawyer Lin, has something happened? Why didn't you come suddenly?" Xiao Xiao's voice was soft, but also carried the director's usual sense of propriety.

Lin Weifeng initially simply apologized: "I'm sorry, Director Xiao, I did encounter something urgent."

When she noticed her voice instinctively starting to shake, she realized how much she needed this call.

Because she started to get scared.

The sound of Xiao Xiao closing the computer came from the receiver.

Xiao Xiao said: "Okay, let's--"

"Director Xiao," Lin Weifeng raised his voice, like grabbing the last piece of driftwood, interrupting Xiao Xiao's thoughts of hanging up the phone, "The contract you sent me today, is there any additional clause missing?"

She casually made up a professional loophole, and her throat felt like it was being rubbed by fine sand.

Xiao Xiao's keyboard clicked a few more times: "Oh - indeed, thanks for the reminder, I'll fix it right away."

"Okay, Director Xiao."

After a dozen seconds, the email prompt sound popped up.

Xiao Xiao quickly added the additional terms to the contract, and Lin Weifeng successfully accepted them.

This topic is over.

Lin Weifeng's mind raced as she said, "Director Xiao, I'd also like to see the official Local Chronicles compiled by the Beiwan Municipal Government."

"no problem."

Xiao Xiao acted quickly and the topic ended again.

Lin Weifeng's head was hot, and he heard his own voice continue: "Director Xiao, is your child in elementary school?"

"Yes, second grade."

"Eight or nine years old is the cutest time, right?" Lin Weifeng smiled so deliberately that even he himself was unfamiliar with it.

Xiao Xiao chuckled: "She was cuter when she was little, but now she destroys the house every day."

Lin Weifeng said, "I want to have a baby too. Can you give me some parenting advice?"

"Lawyer Lin, you're not even married, right?"

"Isn't it popular nowadays to get on the bus first and buy the ticket later?" Lin Weifeng's mouth could no longer keep up with his brain.

Her lies were outrageous, but Xiao Xiao smiled and replied softly, "Lawyer Lin, please stop teasing me. You are so outstanding, you must be born to be a mother."

Lin Weifeng wanted to say "No", but was interrupted by the brake lights of the car in front that suddenly stopped.

There was a car stopped ahead, and the sound of horns rose and fell on the road.

It was also at this time that Xiao Xiao realized that something was wrong with Lin Weifeng.

Then, Xiao Xiao suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "Where are you?"

Lin Weifeng looked up at the road sign: "Wenming Road Middle Road, from south to north."

As the words fell, blue and red police lights faintly lit up in his sight.

Xiao Xiao quickly checked the map and almost simultaneously gave the directions: "Lawyer Lin, turn left at the next intersection and walk 370 meters. It's the nearest police station."

Lin Weifeng opened his mouth and then slowly closed it.

At that moment, Lin Weifeng was like a balloon that had been punctured, and all his pretended calmness deflated.

Complex problems don't have simple solutions.

After being exposed, there was a hint of embarrassment, but more importantly, my heart was filled with restlessness.

After all, Lin Weifeng felt Xiao Xiao's concern.

However, the meaning of this phone call was unclear. She couldn't let Xiao Xiao pay for her bizarre insecurity, so she couldn't continue the conversation.

So she said, "Okay, I'm here, don't worry, Director Xiao."

"Do you need me to come over?"

“No need.”

"I'm available 24 hours a day and I'm more familiar with North Bay. You can call me anytime if you need me."

Lin Weifeng smiled sincerely and said okay.

The night prolonged her fear.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Weifeng's car stopped for a while opposite the Wenming Road Police Station.

She leaned over the steering wheel, letting her breathing slowly return to normal.

The sweat seeping from between the fingers formed a layer of fog on the leather surface of the steering wheel.

In the silence, her cell phone screen lit up again, updating the caller ID, and the words "Wenling" came into view.

She stared at the two words, her knuckles tightening silently in the dark.

"Doctor Wen."

She answered the phone, restarted the car, and rushed to the hotel.

"What is Lawyer Lin doing?"

What are you doing? Lin Weifeng remembered Jiang Yu's childish yet serious question, "What are you doing followed by 'I miss you'." The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, but he answered in his usual steady voice, "I'm working overtime."

"No?"

"Um?"

"Your voice is muffled, it doesn't sound like you're in an office."

Lin Weifeng glanced at his red eyes in the rearview mirror and confessed, "Doctors are so smart. I'm not in the office, I'm in the car, but I'm still working overtime."

"Oh, I see." Wen Ling smiled.

"I ran into Uncle Lin at the hospital this afternoon," Wenling said, his tone more relaxed. "He made an appointment with Teacher Yang from the rehabilitation department. He said it was an ongoing condition and needed regular evaluation."

"Recover?" Lin Weifeng was puzzled.

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"Oh..." Lin Weifeng said, "I thought my dad would go to the rheumatology department. He has to go once a month."

"Not today," Wen Ling chuckled, "Teacher Yang specializes in spinal rehabilitation and strength training, and Uncle Lin said he wanted to practice some lately."

Lin Weifeng wasn't quite sure, and responded with "hmm" and "ahh".

It started to drizzle, and the wipers were drawing fan-shaped lines.

The topic turned to her, and Wen Ling said, "We talked about you. Uncle Lin said you were on a business trip."

"Yes, I'm not in Jingjiang."

"I know," Wen Ling lowered his voice, "that's why I called."

"What do you mean, Doctor Wen?" Lin Weifeng looked at the intersecting red and green lights at the intersection and responded casually.

Wenling: "I want to ask when you will be back and if I can pick you up."

Wen Ling's tone was sincere, and Lin Weifeng couldn't bear to take advantage of him.

But she really needed someone to talk to.

Lin Weifeng continued the topic and said, "But when I come back, it may not be convenient for you to pick me up."

"Lawyer Lin, are you competing with the doctor to see who has more convenient time?" Wen Ling teased her, and his other meaning was that as long as he wanted to pick her up, he would have time.

Lin Weifeng knew what he was saying, so he didn't keep it a secret: "If everything goes well, we can arrive at Jingjiang Huashan Airport tonight."

"What time?" He spoke in a gentle tone, but was determined to pick it up.

"It's not decided yet."

"Then tell me when you've decided, okay?"

Lin Weifeng hesitated for a moment, but in order to continue the call, he said "hmm".

Then she asked Wen Ling: "Doctor Wen, you are a doctor. Do you think people's premonitions are scientific?"

"Good or bad?"

“Not very good.”

Wen Ling smiled and said patiently, "In medicine, we call 'premonition' 'interoception.' Simply put, it's the brain combining fragmented signals from heartbeat, breathing, and gastrointestinal movements into a fuzzy puzzle. Interoception doesn't point to the future, but it reveals the present."

"Now." Lin Weifeng muttered the key words.

Wen Ling asked, "Lawyer Lin, did you see anyone you're worried about, or encounter anything that frightened you?"

Lin Weifeng hummed softly, and the wipers swept across the glass, making a slight rustling sound, which was amplified in his earlobes along with his heartbeat.

"A bad premonition—" Wenling continued, "is often a precursor to anxiety. Be careful. Anxiety is a prank of cortisol, causing the brain to magnify even the smallest risks into disaster movies."

"So," he paused for a moment and kindly reminded, "if your right eyelid, stomach, or any other part of your body is sounding the alarm right now, according to science, don't rush to treat them as actors in a disaster movie. Take a deep breath, lower your heart rate, and then decide how to write the script."

Lin Weifeng smiled silently, with a little soreness in the corners of his eyes.

She said, "Doctor Wen, it seems you are good at turning comfort into a diagnosis."

"Occupational disease." Wen Ling also laughed, his voice so low it almost touched her ear. "The last line on the diagnosis is usually: If you still feel uncomfortable, be sure to come see me for an appointment."

The sound of rain suddenly became heavier.

Lin Weifeng tapped his fingertips on the steering wheel.

"Wenling," she said softly, "Thank you, but..."

She just said the word "but" and Wen Ling interrupted her: "If... I mean if, I really show up at the airport arrival gate tonight, will you give me a favor and send you home?"

Lin Weifeng thought about it.

"Today," she replied without any embellishment.

"That's all, Lawyer Lin."

Lin Weifeng said: "Doctor Wen, I have a qualifier, it's today."

"Medical students are trained by studying book after book, good doctors are trained by performing surgery after surgery, and the opportunities that come your way also require repeated efforts."

Accompanied by Wenling Voice, Lin Weifeng arrived at the hotel safely.

She exhaled, and the wipers just swept across the last streak of water, and the world suddenly became clear.

She said generously, "Then wait for my news."

Wenling said, "Okay."

The phone was hung up, the screen went dark, and the last blue light of the navigation system flowed quietly in the car.

She bought a plane ticket and sent it to Wenling.

Then, she opened the chat box with Jiang Yu, intending to say to him: "Good evening. When it comes to pursuing girls, you've met your match."

However, it always feels like he is facing a stronger opponent.

This opponent is so powerful that they have to pretend not to know each other.

Lin Weifeng couldn't figure out the specific reason and let out a sigh of relief.

No matter what, we should go back to Jingjiang first.

She told Jiang Yu: [I'm going to the airport.]

Bullies can receive, but they can’t reply.

While driving, Jiang Yu discovered that there were several cars following him openly.

Turning or going straight, you can't get rid of it.

I think Miao Zheng skipped the investigation steps. Wherever Jiang Yu went, they would go there to look for the "better candidate".

Therefore, Jiang Yu neither went to the hotel where Lin Weifeng was, nor did he change route to the airport.

He was just wandering around aimlessly, trying to protect Lin Weifeng from getting on the plane.

Lin Weifeng arrived at the airport safely.

At that time, the big screen in the hall was broadcasting the local breaking news in North Bay.

Something strange happened, Zhushan Orchard caught fire.

Scarlet subtitles scrolled across the large screen:

[Sudden wildfire! The fire front in Zhushan Orchard is approaching the main forest area, and the firefighting helicopter has taken off!]

The flame icon on the screen shrank and expanded, and Lin Weifeng's heart suddenly tightened.

She immediately called Tian Yusu.

Tian Yusu told her, "There is indeed a fire, and it's a wildfire. It's coming up from the southwest slope around the cold storage. The firefighters and police are here."

Lin Weifeng asked: "Are you all okay?"

"Fortunately, we're all still in Zhushan," Tian Yusu said, lowering her voice and covering her mouth. "Dajiang told us not to move, especially Qin Zhi."

"Jiang Yu?" Lin Weifeng gripped the metal rod of the suitcase tightly.

"Well," Tian Yusu added softly, "He said it's safest to stay in the orchard. I don't know why he's so sure, it's clearly here that's on fire..."

Wildfires can distract police forces, and Lin Weifeng has a premonition that something terrible is about to happen.

She asked anxiously, "Where is he? Is he in Zhushan?"

However, Tian Yusu said, "Sister Breeze, to be honest, I didn't even know Dajiang came to Beiwan."

For the first time, Lin Weifeng experienced what it meant to be "out of one's body", even though nothing had happened yet.

Later, Wenling replied to her with "OK", followed by a little bear emoji with its head tilted and making an "OK" gesture.

Lawyers are exploring the impact of recent housing provident fund policies on home loans.

[New Housing Provident Fund Policy! First Home Loan Interest Rate Reduced by 10bp!]

How to implement the retroactive clause of "transferring second home to first home"?

Rain of emoticons, voice messages, screenshots... all in full swing, connected together.

The lively WeChat interface.

Only the bully can't reply.

The self-service boarding machine spit out the boarding pass with a "swish". She put her luggage on the conveyor belt and watched the suitcase slide into the deep metal tunnel.

The facial recognition channel was winding. She was at the end of the line, moving slowly forward with the crowd, but looking back frequently.

Maybe she was expecting Jiang Yu to show up suddenly, or maybe she was waiting for a message of safety on WeChat, or maybe she didn't want to leave him alone in the turbulent North Bay.

But behind her there were only interlaced lights and a surging crowd, but no him.