"He's out to play."

Brief, but perfunctory.

It is equivalent to telling the two of them: Even if I know Qin Fan’s whereabouts, I will not give you an answer.

Si Sheng was not surprised, narrowed his eyes, his voice was cool and indifferent, "Save this to say to Grandpa Qin."

When talking about Qin Rong in vain, Song Qingming was slightly stunned.

Si Sheng simply made it clear, "Either say you know, or we will ask Grandpa Qin to make it clear in person. Should we call the police or something, and then make a decision."

Song Qingming is usually silent, but he is definitely not a person who can easily threaten him.

If he didn't want to say that even if he made their dormitory building look upside down or overturned the entire Fengda, he wouldn't blink for a moment.

Rumors, to him, are nothing.

If it is related to Qin Fan, only Qin Rong can suppress it.

As her eyelids drooped, Song Qingming looked at her calmly and said, "You won't say anything."

Si Sheng glanced at Chu Luo with a faint glance, "I don't know, she may not."

"I don't care."

Chu Luo's expression was slightly cool, and he quickly took over the conversation and expressed his opinion.

Song Qingming paused, his eyebrows flickered, and he felt a lawsuit all over his head.

According to Qin Fan's words, things must be hidden, but if you can hide them for a day, you will be hidden for a day. Si Sheng and Chu Luo are not in good condition recently, so there is no need to make things difficult for them at this time.

But Si Sheng was born to be his nemesis, and he could easily hit his fatal hole in a few words.

They all know each other very well, and they can grasp each of them accurately.

The only thing that cannot be said about this is the two Qin Rong who really thought that "Qin Fan was just traveling far away".

"Go over there and say."

After thinking for a while, Song Qingming made a decision and took a look at the secluded place near the car.

Chu Luo and Si Sheng were not so anxious that they could not even walk these few steps. They looked at each other and walked towards a remote place.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes watching the show were originally looking forward to the good show breaking out - such as scumbag being scolded, beauties making tantrums, triangle relationships and other bloody scenes, but when they waited for such a quiet and harmonious scene, they were suddenly disappointed, and felt that the good mood of the early morning was spreading in such boring scenes.

The three of them came to the car.

There were people in the past, but they couldn't hear their conversation clearly.

"He went out to play, nothing happened." The morning breeze blew his face, his hair was rising lightly. Song Qingming finished speaking, and then added warmly, "But he may not come back."

Chu Luo frowned, "What does 'I'm not back' mean?"

As her eyes brushed across her, Song Qingming said in a faint voice: "It means literally."

A feeling of sadness surged into his heart, with a little annoyance. Chu Luo wanted to step forward, but Si Sheng grabbed his wrist and pressed it down.

With his eyes raised, Si Sheng calmly asked: "What about it?"

Looking at the two, Song Qingming paused for a moment, and a breeze passed by, causing his steady voice, "He is sick."

Chu Luo opened his eyes in shock, his eyes shining black and full of disbelief.

However, Si Sheng paused a little and then took the conversation, "What disease?"

"Amyotrophic cervix."

"What?"

Chu Luo was shocked when he reacted, stepped forward half a step forward, leaning forward slightly, as if he didn't understand what he said.

With his hand slightly raised, Song Qingming habitually wanted to push his glasses. He realized that he was not wearing it in the middle, so he gave up, put his hand in his pocket, and explained clearly: "Abstract cervical uterine sclerosis, scientifically known as amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, also known as motor neuron disease."

“…”

Si Sheng didn't say anything, glared at Song Qingming, indicating that he didn't need to explain.

Song Qingming was quite inexplicably, and when he thought about it, he didn't say anything.

Chu Luo was stunned, shocked and confused, and his face turned slightly pale.

He stretched out his hand, Si Sheng supported her, and asked Song Qingming at the same time, "Is he diagnosed?"

"Um."

Song Qingming nodded affirmatively.

With a gentle frowning, Si Sheng's unexcited voice finally felt a little irritable, "If you don't treat it properly, where do you want to run?"

"Walk everywhere. He is the only child in the family. For so many years, he is afraid that Grandpa Qin and the others will be worried, so he dare not have any trouble or go far, so he simply..." Song Qingming spoke slowly, without any emotional ups and downs, and calmly, "Go out and take a look now."

“…”

Si Sheng remained silent.

Qin Fan was indeed careless and didn't care about four or six, but he kept making small mistakes, never made big mistakes, and never involved dangerous things. Even when he was a child, he just yelled and said, "If you really fight, Si Sheng was the first to take the blame. If Song Qingming could force himself, he would definitely shout "Come on, fairy."

He has been afraid of something wrong since he was a child.

When it comes to "Cherishing life", Qin Fan can also be among the best among the people Si Sheng knows.

Because he is the only one in the family, after his parents and sister passed away, his grandparents regarded him as more precious than his life. Once something happened to him, the two elders would lose any reliance.

He was also unrestrained and unrestrained in his nature, but for more than 20 years, he had followed the rules under the eyes of the old man. The only thing he did was to open a tattoo shop.

Taking a breath, Chu Luo's clenched fists loosened, calming the trembling voice, "Where has he been?"

"I don't know." Song Qingming paused slightly, and glanced at Chu Luo's eyes, thought for a while, and added, "He won't tell me."

Chu Luo approached half a step, gritted his teeth, and said again: "That night, you took him home, and what you said was a collusion, right?"

"yes."

"He broke up with me because he was sick?"

"yes."

"He has planned to help me fight for my family property and settle the Chu family?"

"yes."

"When did he get diagnosed?"

"After a week of dating you."

Song Qingming answered Chu Luo's questions one by one.

But as he asked, Chu Luo suddenly felt sore in the tip of his nose and couldn't ask anymore.

After dating her for a week...

She could not see anything unusual about Qin Fan, except to treat her well with every means.

After a long time, Chu Luo looked up and asked, "Did he leave nothing?"

Song Qingming said truthfully: "He said there is no need."

"let's go."

Chu Luo turned around, finished talking to Si Sheng softly, and then lowered his head.

Si Sheng heard the last sound of "yes".

This time, Chu Luo did not sit in the co-pilot, but chose the back seat.

Before leaving, Si Sheng turned his head and glanced at Song Qingming, frowned slightly, but he saw Chu Luowu from the corner of his eyes, and he didn't ask anything after all.

"Go away."

After throwing down two words, Si Sheng turned around and car.

Song Qingming stood there, watching the two get on the bus, and then watched the car leave quietly.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes slightly.

These ones and two will only say "leave" to him, turn around freely, and never see them turn around.

*

Nothing to say along the way.

Before Si Sheng could speak, Chu Luo didn't say anything.

The atmosphere in the car was quiet and silent, and there was clearly a wind blowing in, but the air in this area seemed to solidify, and even breathing was more or less heavy.

Si Sheng drove the car downstairs of Chu Luo's unit building.

At that time, it was not yet nine o'clock in the morning.

Si Sheng looked at the sky outside the window. The continuous rainy day finally came to an end. The wind was bright and the sun was shining. The sky was white clouds rolled, and the blue sky was blue.

The sun shines on the ground golden and covers the skin. The temperature is just right and warm.

"I won't invite you upstairs today."
To be continued...