Chapter 78 seventy - seven

The sea is a dense fog, scattered with sparse raindrops. During the voyage, I lay quietly in the cabin, and I didn't even want to go on the deck.It's strange, after all the excitement, I seem to be tired of everything, and even the sea view, which I rarely touch, doesn't interest me at all. This is my second experience of life at sea.A few years ago, I went from Tianjin to Qingdao. The people who traveled with me that time, Yanan, Ziyun, Xiao Yudian, Shen Chao and Zhang Youhua. How are encounters, unions, separations, and separations in life arranged?In the cabin, I quietly pondered the answer to this question.One day, two days, until noon on the fifth day, when the ship sailed into the port, there was still a blank sheet of paper in my mind.

The first goal after going ashore, I drove to the hotel that my aunt told me about, got a room, took a rest, called a taxi, followed the address on the letter, and found Qiumen’s hotel. apartment. This is a noble residence in the mid-levels. The environment is very quiet and the terrain is high, overlooking the beautiful sea and distant mountains. I saw the house number clearly, climbed up to the second floor, and gently pressed the electric bell.After a long while, I saw a shining eye protruding from the small hole on the door. Who are you looking for? I'm looking for a Miss Mary!From the tone of my voice, I recognized the voice of a middle-aged man, and I smiled politely at her, hoping that she would open the door and let me in.However, she nodded expressionlessly, turned around and shouted loudly:

Miss Ma|ry, someone is looking for it! ah!Qiumen really lived here.I held my heart that was beating violently, and for a moment, I was anxious to myself in fear: what should I say to her. who is it?Sure enough, it was a young girl's crisp voice. I gathered myself together and saw a beautiful eye in the hole. It's me Tyumen!I was pleasantly surprised and said: You knew each other when you opened the door. The door opened, but standing in front of me was a mixed-race woman with blond hair and black eyes. I hurriedly said to her in English: Wrong; sorry, there is a Chinese girl named Ma Li here. Miss?

I am Mary and I am also Chinese. No!She is my cousin. She shook her head. So you know where Tyumen moved? She shook her head again. Is it because she doesn't want to see me? She stopped shaking her head, just looked at me with a smile and said: Sir, I don't understand what are you talking about? oh!Yes!I can't speak clearly, I should Look at you!That ferocious middle-aged woman, before I could say anything, gave me an impatient look, pointed to the sign on the door and showed me the private address, and she was stern. sorry!I held back my anger and anxiously said to the mixed-race girl: Miss!Can you tell me when you moved in?

Almost half a year! Six months ago, there lived a girl here, a tutor who taught piano, do you know her? She pondered for a while, and then said to me slowly: Is it a beautiful woman with a round face, short hair, medium build, but never a smile? Yes, it was her, she was Qiumen! But we never talked once, although I often heard her playing when I passed here. You don't live together? After they moved out, we built this floor of the house. Is there any way to find her? have!That cruel middle-aged woman waved at me viciously: You can go to the newspaper, report to the police station, and hire a private detective