Seeing Yang Zhao's serious expression, Chen Mingsheng frowned slightly. He took her wrist and said, "Don't panic, speak slowly."
Grasped by his generous hands, Yang Zhao really calmed down slowly. She looked at Chen Mingsheng and said, "I have to find him."
Chen Mingsheng said, "He played truant?"
Yang Zhao was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes."
"Does he have a mobile phone? Call him first."
Yang Zhao nodded, took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers.
She quickly put it down and said, "He turned off the phone."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Do you know where he usually goes when he skips class?"
Yang Zhao thought for a moment, then picked up the phone again and made a call. This time she listened for a long time, just when Chen Mingsheng thought she was going to hang up again, she suddenly spoke.
"Hello? You are Liu Yuan, right?"
Chen Mingsheng couldn't hear the voice on the other side of the phone. He looked at Yang Zhao and frowned more and more.
"I ask if you are Liu Yuan? Is Yang Jintian with you?"
"Hello?"
"..."
Yang Zhao put down the phone and looked at it, Chen Mingsheng said, "What's wrong."
Yang Zhao said: "My younger brother often plays with this person. Last time he skipped class, I found him from him."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Didn't he tell you this time?"
Yang Zhao's eyes were fixed on the phone screen, and his fingers were crackling, as if typing a text message. She said, "He seems to be in a daze. I don't know if he heard what I said."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Drink too much?"
Yang Zhao said, "I don't know."
At this time, the noodles Yang Zhao ordered came out. The waiter put two bowls of noodles on the table, said please eat slowly, and left. Yang Zhao glanced at the shredded chicken noodles on the table and said, "I'm sorry, I have to go first."
Chen Mingsheng stood up and said, "Where did you find your brother who skipped class last time?"
Yang Zhao looked up at him and said, "It's in a karaoke hall next to his school."
Chen Mingsheng nodded and said, "Let's go."
Yang Zhao was a little surprised, "You want to go with me?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "Well, didn't you come here without a car?"
Yang Zhao originally drove the car, and her car was parked in the underground garage of the city library. She originally thought that she would go back to pick up the car after having dinner with Chen Mingsheng, but she didn't expect to encounter such a thing on the way.
"Then I will trouble you."
The two bowls of noodles were just placed on the table, and Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng left the noodle restaurant.
In the car, Yang Zhao didn't say a word. Chen Mingsheng occasionally turned his head to look at her, but she always looked out of the window with a pensive look on her face.
Chen Mingsheng knew the location of the Le Di Cabaret, so he quickly drove there. Yang Zhao said to him, "You wait for me here, I'll go in and look for it."
Chen Mingsheng looked at her and said, "Do you want me to accompany you?"
Yang Zhao remembered the scene of Chen Mingsheng struggling up and down the stairs just now, shook his head, and said, "No need, I'll be out soon."
The Le Di Cabaret is not very large, and it is not very formal. There are several people sitting in the hall, and the surrounding beer boxes are piled up to form a wall.
After Yang Zhao went in, he went straight to the counter. The waiters at the counter were two little girls with heavy makeup.
Seeing Yang Zhao, a waiter smiled and said, "Hello miss, what do you need?"
Yang Zhao said, "I'm looking for someone."
The waiter was taken aback, "Looking for someone?"
Yang Zhao said, "Do you have a radio here? I want to find my brother."
When the waiter next to her heard it, she burst out laughing, "Broadcast?" She looked Yang Zhao up and down, and said, "Miss, I'm sorry, we don't have a broadcast here."
Yang Zhao said, "Is there a record?"
Seeing that she didn't make a reservation, the waiter was a little absent-minded and said, "I can't find it."
Yang Zhao said, "See if there is a Mr. Liu who has booked a private room."
Seeing that Yang Zhao insisted on looking for it, the waiter clicked on the computer impatiently, and said, "There are several people with the surname Liu. Ours only displays the surname, not the first name. Who are you looking for?"
Yang Zhao took out a notebook and a pen from his bag, and said to the waiter, "Which rooms are they?"
The waiter was a little unhappy, "You still have to look for them one by one, we are not allowed to talk about it."
Yang Zhao was taken aback, and said, "Are there any rules?"
In fact, there are no rules, but the waiters are unwilling to say. She nodded and said, "I can't tell you, Miss, please wait next to me if you don't want to make a reservation. We have other guests."
Yang Zhao put the notebook and pen back into the bag, narrowed his eyes slightly, and was about to speak when a figure flashed past in his peripheral vision. In the blink of an eye, Yang Zhao saw a figure walking into the bathroom from behind.
"You should give way." The waiter didn't notice, and just chased people away. Yang Zhao glanced at her, walked towards the bathroom without saying anything.
She stood by the bathroom door and waited.
That person just now... If Yang Zhao is not mistaken, he should always be with Liu Yuan. When Yang Zhao picked up Yang Jintian, he saw him leaving the school with Yang Jintian several times.
After waiting for two or three minutes, the man came out of the bathroom unsteadily. Yang Zhao wanted to go up and ask, but when he saw his face, he stopped instantly.
His eyes were swollen and red, his eyes were in a trance, his chest was swelling and he was panting heavily.
Drunk
Yang Zhao watched him pass by him in a daze, and walked towards a room inside.
Yang Zhao followed behind him.
The carpet in the corridor smelled bad, and there were empty wine bottles at the door of the rooms on both sides. When the man walked to the innermost part, Yang Zhao heard the deafening sound in the room.
He pushed the door open and went in. Yang Zhao took two quick steps, and when the door was about to close, he cushioned it with his hand.
She looked in through the opened door, and it was dim inside, and she vaguely saw six or seven people sitting side by side on the sofa. She turned her gaze again, and saw a person sitting alone on the small sofa next to her.
The man didn't drink or sing, he sat there alone with his head down.
Yang Zhao recognized at a glance that it was her younger brother—Yang Jintian.
She pushed open the door.
A loud song was playing on the TV, and everyone on the sofa was watching the screen intently, shouting and making noise from time to time, and at first no one noticed that someone had entered the room.
When Yang Zhao stood in front of Yang Jintian, and Yang Jintian raised his head to see her, and called out sister in surprise, all the people in the room turned their heads.
The singer also noticed, stopped singing and turned to look over.
Yang Jintian was still sitting, "... Miss?"
Yang Zhao's expression was very flat, Yang Jintian knew that she would always have such an expression. He didn't know if she was angry now, or how angry she was.
"Come with me."
Yang Jintian came back to his senses and looked in the direction of the sofa.
Yang Zhao followed his gaze and saw Liu Yuan sitting beside the sofa. But her gaze quickly passed him and looked at the person in the middle of the sofa.
He is definitely not a high school student, Yang Zhao looked at him. He was at least thirty years old, wearing a loose half-sleeved dress, and his body was very thin.
At this moment, he looked at Yang Zhao, raised his chin at Yang Jintian, and said, "Who is this?"
Yang Jintian whispered, "...it's my sister."
Yang Zhao said, "Sorry, I'm going to take him away first."
The man laughed, and Yang Zhao felt that his smile looked like an African wild bird, the skin on his face was wrinkled together. He leaned forward and said, "Sister, let's play with my brothers."
His tone was very frivolous, and Yang Zhao narrowed his eyes unknowingly.
"No need, Xiaotian—" Yang Zhao turned his head and said to Yang Jintian, "Let's go."
Yang Jintian seemed to be very afraid of that man, and he didn't dare to look at Yang Zhao, he hesitated and said, "Then Brother Feng, I'll go first..."
The man called Brother Feng immediately patted the table, and said earnestly: "Let's go, what are you going, come on—" He stretched out his hand to greet Yang Zhao, "Come on, sister, sit here." He pointed to the chair next to him. There was also a girl sitting there. Seeing him like this, he slapped him on the shoulder. Brother Feng gave her a look and reprimanded, "What are you doing, give up your seat to my sister."
Yang Zhao stopped looking at him, took Yang Jintian's arm, and pulled him up from his seat.
Yang Jintian broke free a little, but Yang Zhao didn't let go, and pulled him out.
The person who sang just now stood by the door, seemingly blocking the door. Yang Zhao glanced at him and said, "Excuse me."
The man was full of yellow hair, his clothes were open, and his eyes were a little loose. He took the microphone and yelled at Yang Zhao Ahdi twice. The voice was too loud, Yang Zhao took two steps back.
The yellow hair yelled twice, and felt that the effect was good, so he wanted to yell again. Unexpectedly, the microphone in his hand was suddenly taken away.
"Huh?" His reaction was a few beats slower, and he turned around twice before realizing that there was a person standing behind him—that is, at the door, holding his microphone in his hand.
Chen Mingsheng.
Huang Mao glared at Chen Mingsheng and reached out to grab it. His head was in a daze, his feet were not stable, and he almost slipped and fell to the ground as soon as he stretched it out.
This one staggered, and he saw Chen Mingsheng's legs.
Chen Mingsheng took off his prosthetic limb and was on crutches. He fastened a button on his pant leg and hung it in mid-air. The yellow-haired man was startled when he saw it, and then laughed again after he realized it.
"Hahaha—haha!"
He fell to the ground laughing, and he didn't care about the microphone.
Yang Zhao pulled Yang Jintian out of the door.
Yang Jintian also saw Chen Mingsheng, and he looked at him in shock, "You!?" He immediately turned his head to look at Yang Zhao, and at a glance, he dared not say anything.
Yang Zhao looked at him straight, his eyes were as cold as ice.
Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao and said in a low voice, "You guys go out first."
Yang Zhao led Yang Jintian away first, and Chen Mingsheng entered the room on his crutches, and put Mike on the table.
Everyone in the room was looking at him, and the two women frowned when they saw his legs, and buried their heads. That Brother Feng raised his chin and looked at him.
"What, brother, what do you want to do?"
Chen Mingsheng didn't say anything, he put Mike on the table.
"excuse me."
His tone was low, but polite. Brother Feng snorted, and gestured impatiently twice, meaning you should get out of here.
Chen Mingsheng left on crutches.
The moment he turned around, he glanced at the yellow hair whimpering on the ground, and the man who had been panting in the corner, and finally retracted his brows and eyes, closed the door and left.
Outside, Yang Jintian leaned against the electric pole, Yang Zhao stood in front of him, neither of them said a word.
Chen Mingsheng came over, Yang Zhao turned his head and said softly to him, "Excuse me." She and Chen Mingsheng passed by, and Chen Mingsheng saw her take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and he turned his eyes lightly.
Yang Jintian looked at him maliciously.
Chen Mingsheng also touched a cigarette and bit it in his mouth.
The cold wind blows at night, and the thin smoke has dispersed before it can float up.
Yang Jintian looked at Chen Mingsheng and said coldly, "Are you here to pay back the money?"
Chen Mingsheng narrowed his eyes in the smoke, but did not speak.
Yang Jintian recalled that day again, he had the same look in his eyes. He immediately became angry, and pushed with both hands, Chen Mingsheng raised his left hand, clasped Yang Jintian's wrist, twisted it behind his back with a little force.
"Fuck!" Yang Jintian cursed, "Let me go!"
Chen Mingsheng put the cigarette in his mouth, and let go of his crutches. He stood on the ground with one leg, pressed his right hand on Yang Jintian's face, covered Yang Jintian's lower eyelid with his thumb, and looked down.
"I grass your ancestor!" Yang Jintian struggled and pulled it out of Chen Mingsheng's hand. He rubbed his face, and raised his foot to kick Chen Mingsheng's left leg.
At this moment, Chen Mingsheng suddenly spoke.
He took the cigarette out of his mouth and said flatly, "You'd better not touch that thing."
Yang Jintian froze immediately.