Lin Kang has always been a fast-reacting person, but for a few seconds he didn't figure out what he heard, and then realized that Wu Yu actually didn't have a "home" thing, and Xie Qianshan didn't have to say it.
As for the appearance of the two character identities "Wu Yu" and "Xie Qianshan"...
"Okay." Lin Kang uttered the word without hesitation and paused patiently: "After seeing someone, no matter where you want to go, can I send you there myself?"
"……forget it."
"how?"
"It's gone." Wu Yu finally got up from the chair, and Lin Kang also sat up with this action. The distance between the two of them who were directly facing each other just now stretched away again. He only listened to him tiredly: "I am early I don't want those things anymore."
Lin Kang was taken aback: "But..."
Wu Yu had stood up and nodded at him with his eyes down, "Thank you." Then he turned and walked out.
"Wait!" Lin Kang raised his leg, lowered his voice and said with a serious tone: "You may not know how many places will be vacated in the hall in the second half of the year. Two of them are quite good. Why can't you fight for it? I won't say. The fictitious prospects of honor, such as economic income and personal safety, are not better than the current day and night hard work, do you think?"
Wu Yu laughed at himself: "It's okay, my income from boxing is quite high."
"Do you think you are still twenty? What if you are beaten to death someday? Do you think the Bu Detachment will sweep the entire underground boxing market after discovering this?!"
Wu Yu did not answer.
"Wu Yu!" Lin Kang almost snarled, "You have been like this in your life, never want to restore your real name and identity, right?!"
The footsteps of the two stopped abruptly.
Turning in the corridor outside the lounge, a group of people suddenly came to face each other. When they met, they all stopped at the same time.
"..." Lin Kang reacted as quickly as possible and said in a deep voice, "Feng Ting."
A group of people on the opposite side were surrounded by the two old men. The one on the left was the original Feng Bureau of Yundian Province and the current Feng Ting. Wu Yu subconsciously wanted to step back and walk away, but as soon as he moved, he abruptly restrained him. He saw Feng Ting take three steps and then two steps forward, directly holding his hand, turning around and laughing while holding the reading glasses : "I want to introduce to you, this is Wu Yu, our police officer--"
Another old man wore a Chinese tunic suit, and his age was not very obvious. Although he also wore tortoiseshell reading glasses, his drooping eyelids lifted up, and his pupils were still hot and sharp, which were characteristic of public security personnel. He looked up and down Wu Yu. In a circle, he stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder heavily, and said with a smile:
"Relieve the police officer."
His eyes shot from all directions, focusing on Wu Yu, encouraging, admiring, surprised, sigh...There was also a trace of envy, like countless bright and clear mirrors.
Dismissing the police officer, Wu Yu seemed to have a giant clock reverberating over and over again in his mind.
Feng Ting explained something to the old man in a low voice. The latter laughed and seemed quite satisfied, but after a while, he sighed with emotion.
Dismiss the police officer.
Feng Ting held Wu Yu's hand tightly. He knows what he should behave, but in fact the touch of his hand is so strong that it drowns out all perceptions, the nerve endings are brushed and tightened to the extreme, and the palm is secreting a trace of cold moisture.
He can't control it.
He is sweating.
The old man turned his head and whispered to his entourage: "In our work, we really need to protect the comrades who have made meritorious services. Even if we ‘extraordin’ occasionally, try to solve their worries..."
"……no need."
The demon mirrors were shot again, Wu Yu could see the changes in the expressions of those people from the corner of his eyes, but he felt that his face should have smiled.
"I... that's good."
"Relieve the police officer?" The old man paused.
Feng Ting was anxious, and whispered, "Relieve the police officer!"
"..." Wu Yu smiled hastily again, raised his other hand, but paused in mid-air for a moment before raising his eyebrows to salute: "Serve the people."
He drew his hand from Feng Ting's palm, turned and walked downstairs, walking faster and faster.
The wind at the end of the sky blew over the tall buildings and streets, drowning out the laughter of the young people during exercise at dusk, and swallowing up the noise and school bells in the school gate across the street. He quickened his pace in the wind, his temples and horns were raised behind him, and he heard the young voice with longing: "If I can study, I will continue to read..." "The dream of being a criminal policeman is not all in white. Shirts?" "You must do meritorious service to climb up!" In a blink of an eye, they were overwhelmed by the laughter and arguing of the two, and circling up to the sky with the evening breeze, disappearing into the prison overlapped with gray high In the wall.
Wu Yu ran.
As if trying to chase something, he passed through the busy business district, the endless streets, and the bustling crowds. He passed through the lead-ash clouds and blurred water vapor in the rainy season, like a bird with its wings wrapped in a cloud of cold humidity, swooping down, toward the busy earth, with no return in all directions.
Beep
Beep!
Car horns sounded one after another, traffic lights changed, and people flooded the street.
He squatted slowly on the ground, exhaling hot breath, shaking his hands and fetching the key from his pocket, holding it tightly in his palm, after a long time he finally buried his head between his knees, making a hoarse, fearful, purely venting sound. Sobbing that no one can hear.
——Thunder resounded across the sky.
Jinhai.
"!"
Bu Chonghua suddenly woke up, and saw the clouds drooping outside the front window of the car. The squally wind before the onset of the rainstorm rolled the leaves, scratched the window glass in an uproar, and the cell phone in his pocket was buzzing.
"Hey?"
"—That's it!" The voice of his old classmate from the Procuratorate came from the cellphone. The background was a bit noisy. He was probably making a call while walking: "5022 homicide cases have been approved for investigation. The procedure will come to you on Monday. In the bureau, there is currently no legal opinion on whether the murderer Gao Baokang committed suicide or homicide. See if you can come up with follow-up evidence... Don’t say, your kid is really good. A mere bottle of transparent nail polish can reverse the entire murder case. I can see that my goose bumps are all up!-Hey, where are you now, are you still waiting at the gate of our courtyard?"
Bu Chonghua turned his head and glanced at the pedestrian hurried on the road, opposite the gate of Jinhai City Procuratorate.
"Well."
"Yeah? Then don't go. Let's get together in the evening. Last time, the store ordered a whole roasted lamb with two beer..."
"Stop eating, go home."
"Call Old Yang, Old Qian and some of them—ah? Where are you going back?"
"Go home," Bu Chonghua turned the key and started the car with a bang. The corner of his mouth was reflected in the side-view mirror outside the glass window: "Someone at home is waiting for food."
"Bu Chonghua——?! Has it come out to the west of hitting the sun? Are you a fucking liar?!..."
Bu Chonghua hung up the phone and threw the phone lightly at the co-driver's seat. The Wrangler turned his head on the street when the rain was approaching and drove towards the city center.
Boom
After the lightning, the muffled thunder rolled, and the sound of rain gradually rose in a short time, and puddles of various sizes were hit on the ground.
Under the gloomy sky, the lights of every household in the community have been turned on. The elevator door opened with a jingle, and the corridors of one staircase and one household were bright and magnificent. Bu Chonghua came out with two take-out paper bags in a gust of wind, and stood in front of his house.
He took a deep breath, looked at the vague reflection of the security door, and suddenly a strange thought flashed through his mind, as if he felt that his hair was messed up by the rain. Mobile phone\end remember one second "www.999xs.com" provides you with wonderful novels\read
He subconsciously raised his hand and stroked the handle, followed by another pause, making himself funny, coughing, clearing his throat and pushing the door open:
"I am back!"
The semicircular living room did not turn on the lights, and it looked a bit empty, and the heavy rain made thousands of marks on the French windows. Bu Chonghua looked up the stairs and put the takeaway on the open kitchen bar, raising his voice: "It's dinner! Wu Yu!"
No one answered.
"..." Bu Chonghua stood in the middle of the empty home and didn't seem to react for an instant.
"Wu Yu?" He whispered.
He went upstairs and opened the door of the guest bedroom. The room still had a messy appearance when he left yesterday morning. The bathroom door was ajar, and the towel Wu Yu used casually hung on the doorknob. There was no one in the gym next to the guest bedroom, nor did the master bedroom and the second bedroom downstairs. Outside the enclosed balcony was the city's wind and rain sky, and behind the rain, the radiance of the high-rise buildings in the city center was faintly changed.
Bu Chonghua's heart jumped messily, his steps became very light, as if he didn't want to disturb an indulgent and fragile dream.
He opened the door of the study room, and the other door connected to the study room was the piano practice room, with wall lights showing through the cracks in the door.
"..." His footsteps stopped unknowingly, and he looked at the glimmer for so long, and whispered to himself for a long while: "It's dinner, Wu Yu, come out."
Nothing happened.
After an unknown period of time, he finally reached out and gently opened the door of the practice room, and his slender and powerful fingers slipped silently from the air.
The heavy rain flooded the city, and the sound of thousands of water lines was deafening. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, it turned into a tidal distant and hazy sound.
I don’t know how long he stood, but Bu Chonghua finally turned around slowly, his brows and eyes were as calm as frozen, and his movements were very steady. He walked out to take out the takeaway and heated it up, and put it in the dishes he usually eats. , Just like it has been performed thousands of times by one person, sitting on the same high stool by the bar and starting to eat.
The spoon collided with the tableware, making a slight clinking sound, but it was difficult to hear it when it was submerged in the sound of heavy rain all over the world.
"Hey, I've always been curious, how much does it cost to buy such a big house in Jinhai?" The person on the other side asked in the light while steaming rice.
He heard his own voice as if from another time and space: "Look at the location, do you want to buy a house?"
"Just be curious about your loan repayment situation, after all, you are not like the kind of person who collects money for someone to get a bail pending trial."
"Why is it different? Don't you know that our leaders are all power, rent-seeking, corruption?"
"Haha—"
...
"My biggest dream," the man said while eating a steamed bun with mushrooms and bamboo shoots, his black eyelashes curved at the end of his eyes, and the inattentive expression on his face seemed to have some unexplainable attraction. It's hard to look away: "It's just to grow up on the sofa after get off work every day, to be a silent and peaceful uncle who slowly turns round."
"Say your dream is to slowly become round?"
Stepping on the stairs, the figure blew upstairs: "Dream is a dream, reality is reality!"
...
Bu Chonghua laughed, even though he didn't even notice the smile. The chandelier cast his lonely silhouette on the marble countertop, and the sky outside the window was dark and damp and cold; after an unknown period of time, he gently loosened his hands with the tableware and rubbed his face vigorously in the sound of clanging. , Bury the eyebrows deeply in the palm.
The sorrow, longing and yearning that could no longer be suppressed finally broke through the embankment, as if the overwhelming flood flooded all senses.
"I killed the people! One person does the job and the other person is responsible. It has nothing to do with Bu Chonghua!"
"They didn't embarrass you?..."
"Where is Bu Chonghua?!" The man in the confinement room kicked the TV screen, like a scarred beast with nowhere to go: "Where is Bu Chonghua!——"
Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand and held the phone on the desktop, almost deliberately blocking his brain thinking, without giving himself any time for hesitation, closed his eyes to unlock the interface, and pressed his thumb to the missed record Wu Yunna. Two words. He dialed the sound, and the moment he opened his eyes, his heart seemed to stop beating, and the world moved away abruptly on his side, leaving only the phone screen in front of him——
"Hello, the user you dialed has been turned off..."
Snapped!
Bu Chonghua patted the phone on the table, put one hand into the hair of his forehead, and then rubbed his red eyes. The shoulder and neck muscles under his shirt were tight, and the five fingers of the phone were pinched until the blue veins protruded, and the throat muscles were dry and spasm.
How could he just leave like this?
How can he not answer my call?
"Hey, Liao Gang," Bu Chonghua called another phone, his voice hoarse and hard to distinguish: "Wu Yu is still out of the office today. If he is away, send me his registered address...what?"
"Xu Ju has prepared a field service case and said that he was sent to another place, so he didn't come to work all day today." Liao Gang drove the car and said loudly amidst the whistle of the evening peaks. "I wanted to say hello to you, but you haven't come for a day, so...Hello? Hello?"
——Out of town?
As if pouring cold water down his head, Bu Chonghua's burning flame was boiled down, and the white smoke rose up, revealing a hint of cold and sober surprise.
Which field? What did you do?
With such a delicate and sensitive identity as Wu Yu, how could Xu Ju be dispatched to another place alone, and not to mention whether Xu Ju has enough authority, why would he, the direct leader of his immediate superior, not even hear the slightest noise?
unless--
Bu Chonghua’s brain seemed to be split into two parts. One part of the long-repressed emotions erupted, like magma covering the ground and burning; the other part was as clear and hard as ten thousand years of profound ice, enough to support him to figure out the cause and effect in a moment , Even the calm expression on the surface did not change the slightest, backhand another phone call to Song Ping, almost immediately connected:
"Hello, Chonghua?"
"Lin Kang brought Wu Yu back to Yundian, why didn't he say hello to me in advance?"
Even though Song Ping was prepared, he was still choked by this sharp questioning method, and sighed a few seconds later: "You tell me, Chonghua, although I am not very in favor of this matter, I have no objection. Reason."
"..."
"Wu Yu, this person, was difficult to tell where Zhang Boming took Yundian from 13 years ago, and arranged to come to Jinhai from Yundian 13 years later. If Zhang Boming is not dead, Wu Yu may still be after the mission ends. Follow him back to his place of origin; but now Zhang Boming is dead, and Wu Yu's place of origin has been cancelled. He can only be attributed to Yundian. Only to avoid misfortune and other reasons, he temporarily arranged to come to Jinhai."
As if a needle pierced the eardrum, Bu Chonghua's pupils were slightly tightened.
"So if something happens, or if there is any urgent need, Wu Yu's ownership cannot be vested in Jinhai." Song Ping got up from the swivel chair, stood in front of the office window, and squinted out the window: "Now Do you understand it?"
In fact, everyone should have understood this. Why did Lin Kang rush to the Nancheng branch from the Yundian Provincial Department overnight when Wu Yu was locked up in the confinement room? Why was Feng Office separated by more than half of Wu Yu's resignation? A call from China to Song Ping. Even if Song Ping wanted to roll his sleeves and beat Wu Yu himself, and received a call from Feng Ting, who was at the same level as him, he could only wave his hand and easily stop.
——But whenever Bu Chonghua thinks of the scene of the confinement room that night, the first thing that comes to mind is Wu Yu who seems to want to look back at him again, but he doesn’t know what kind of force is stopping him, so he stops suddenly. That section of neck.
"I understand." Both ends of the phone were silent for a long time, and finally Bu Chonghua's low voice came, saying: "But Wu Yu's ownership does not belong to Yundian."
"He belongs only to himself."
Song Ping was slightly startled, and the phone was hung up.
"..." He slowly put down the phone, looked at the cloudy and rainy sky outside the window through the slightly distorted glass window because of the wet|wet, and took off his glasses for a while and rubbed the root of his nose.
The shrapnel left on his calf and the dozen or so steel nails hit on his arm and waist will still faintly hurt until the rainy day more than 30 years later, but no one would have expected this at the time, including the youthful spirit. Of himself.
Young man--!
Song Ping's feelings were complicated, and he sighed with a helpless smile, shook his head, turned and walked back to the big desk.
Bu Chonghua grabbed the umbrella, wallet, and car keys, hurriedly picked up his coat, strode out the door, and went directly to the garage from the elevator. He opened the SMS box while starting the jeep.
In recent years, even Song Ju has learned to use WeChat. The grandson surnamed Wu is still using text messages. As a result, Bu Chonghua’s text message box is neatly full of verification codes, and only the word Wu Yu hangs in the middle.
——【I am going to Yundian tonight. 】
The six words showed that the transmission was successful. Bu Chonghua turned off the screen of the phone and started the car. The Jeep turned around and drove out of the garage with a beautiful triangle. The rain poured down instantly, turning the windows on all sides into white.
The next moment, the wheels rubbed against the ground and made a sharp noise, and the jeep stopped abruptly.
The windshield wipers made fan-shaped water marks on the front window of the car, and the car lights penetrated the rain curtain, illuminating the square inches under the eaves in front of the building. Wu Yu was carrying two take-out plastic bags, not knowing whether it was cold or prostration, she was wrapping her drenched black jacket tightly, her hair dripping wet, turning her head towards the car lights that turned on behind her, and was stunned. .
The mist and rain enveloped the city of Jinhai, the Huadeng Coastal Harbor Bridge was lined with long lines, and a tiny lighthouse floated on the sea further away, and the sound of the tide rushed away.
"Have you eaten?"
"No, waiting for you."
"...What if I didn't come back?"
Bu Chonghua looked at Wu Yu without blinking, with complicated emotions hidden in his eyes, and patted the co-driver for a long time: "Get in the car, go home."
The sky was rising, looking down from a high place, the Jeep's co-driver's door opened and closed, and back to the garage of the building.
After a short while, the lights of the duplex apartment on the top floor were also turned on. From the gaps in the floor-to-ceiling curtains, tableware clanging, slippers, footsteps, and swaying silhouettes were revealed. Together with the hazy halo from the windows of thousands of households, they gathered together in a sea of lights. , Passing through the big gray rain curtain, the vague warm yellow is reflected in the sky.
Lin Kang has always been a fast-reacting person, but for a few seconds he didn't figure out what he heard, and then realized that Wu Yu actually didn't have a "home" thing, and Xie Qianshan didn't have to say it.
As for the appearance of the two character identities "Wu Yu" and "Xie Qianshan"...
"Okay." Lin Kang uttered the word without hesitation and paused patiently: "After seeing someone, no matter where you want to go, can I send you there myself?"
"……forget it."
"how?"
"It's gone." Wu Yu finally got up from the chair, and Lin Kang also sat up with this action. The distance between the two of them who were directly facing each other just now stretched away again. He only listened to him tiredly: "I am early I don't want those things anymore."
Lin Kang was taken aback: "But..."
Wu Yu had stood up and nodded at him with his eyes down, "Thank you." Then he turned and walked out.
"Wait!" Lin Kang raised his leg, lowered his voice and said with a serious tone: "You may not know how many places will be vacated in the hall in the second half of the year. Two of them are quite good. Why can't you fight for it? I won't say. The fictitious prospects of honor, such as economic income and personal safety, are not better than the current day and night hard work, do you think?"
Wu Yu laughed at himself: "It's okay, my income from boxing is quite high."
"Do you think you are still twenty? What if you are beaten to death someday? Do you think the Bu Detachment will sweep the entire underground boxing market after discovering this?!"
Wu Yu did not answer.
"Wu Yu!" Lin Kang almost snarled, "You have been like this in your life, never want to restore your real name and identity, right?!"
The footsteps of the two stopped abruptly.
Turning in the corridor outside the lounge, a group of people suddenly came to face each other. When they met, they all stopped at the same time.
"..." Lin Kang reacted as quickly as possible and said in a deep voice, "Feng Ting."
A group of people on the opposite side were surrounded by the two old men. The one on the left was the original Feng Bureau of Yundian Province and the current Feng Ting. Wu Yu subconsciously wanted to step back and walk away, but as soon as he moved, he abruptly restrained him. He saw Feng Ting take three steps and then two steps forward, directly holding his hand, turning around and laughing while holding the reading glasses : "I want to introduce to you, this is Wu Yu, our police officer--"
Another old man wore a Chinese tunic suit, and his age was not very obvious. Although he also wore tortoiseshell reading glasses, his drooping eyelids lifted up, and his pupils were still hot and sharp, which were characteristic of public security personnel. He looked up and down Wu Yu. In a circle, he stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder heavily, and said with a smile:
"Relieve the police officer."
His eyes shot from all directions, focusing on Wu Yu, encouraging, admiring, surprised, sigh...There was also a trace of envy, like countless bright and clear mirrors.
Dismissing the police officer, Wu Yu seemed to have a giant clock reverberating over and over again in his mind.
Feng Ting explained something to the old man in a low voice. The latter laughed and seemed quite satisfied, but after a while, he sighed with emotion.
Dismiss the police officer.
Feng Ting held Wu Yu's hand tightly. He knows what he should behave, but in fact the touch of his hand is so strong that it drowns out all perceptions, the nerve endings are brushed and tightened to the extreme, and the palm is secreting a trace of cold moisture.
He can't control it.
He is sweating.
The old man turned his head and whispered to his entourage: "In our work, we really need to protect the comrades who have made meritorious services. Even if we ‘extraordin’ occasionally, try to solve their worries..."
"……no need."
The demon mirrors were shot again, Wu Yu could see the changes in the expressions of those people from the corner of his eyes, but he felt that his face should have smiled.
"I... that's good."
"Relieve the police officer?" The old man paused.
Feng Ting was anxious, and whispered, "Relieve the police officer!"
"..." Wu Yu smiled hastily again, raised his other hand, but paused in mid-air for a moment before raising his eyebrows to salute: "Serve the people."
He drew his hand from Feng Ting's palm, turned and walked downstairs, walking faster and faster.
The wind at the end of the sky blew over the tall buildings and streets, drowning out the laughter of the young people during exercise at dusk, and swallowing up the noise and school bells in the school gate across the street. He quickened his pace in the wind, his temples and horns were raised behind him, and he heard the young voice with longing: "If I can study, I will continue to read..." "The dream of being a criminal policeman is not all in white. Shirts?" "You must do meritorious service to climb up!" In a blink of an eye, they were overwhelmed by the laughter and arguing of the two, and circling up to the sky with the evening breeze, disappearing into the prison overlapped with gray high In the wall.
Wu Yu ran.
As if trying to chase something, he passed through the busy business district, the endless streets, and the bustling crowds. He passed through the lead-ash clouds and blurred water vapor in the rainy season, like a bird with its wings wrapped in a cloud of cold humidity, swooping down, toward the busy earth, with no return in all directions.
Beep
Beep!
Car horns sounded one after another, traffic lights changed, and people flooded the street.
He squatted slowly on the ground, exhaling hot breath, shaking his hands and fetching the key from his pocket, holding it tightly in his palm, after a long time he finally buried his head between his knees, making a hoarse, fearful, purely venting sound. Sobbing that no one can hear.
——Thunder resounded across the sky.
Jinhai.
"!"
Bu Chonghua suddenly woke up, and saw the clouds drooping outside the front window of the car. The squally wind before the onset of the rainstorm rolled the leaves, scratched the window glass in an uproar, and the cell phone in his pocket was buzzing.
"Hey?"
"—That's it!" The voice of his old classmate from the Procuratorate came from the cellphone. The background was a bit noisy. He was probably making a call while walking: "5022 homicide cases have been approved for investigation. The procedure will come to you on Monday. In the bureau, there is currently no legal opinion on whether the murderer Gao Baokang committed suicide or homicide. See if you can come up with follow-up evidence... Don’t say, your kid is really good. A mere bottle of transparent nail polish can reverse the entire murder case. I can see that my goose bumps are all up!-Hey, where are you now, are you still waiting at the gate of our courtyard?"
Bu Chonghua turned his head and glanced at the pedestrian hurried on the road, opposite the gate of Jinhai City Procuratorate.
"Well."
"Yeah? Then don't go. Let's get together in the evening. Last time, the store ordered a whole roasted lamb with two beer..."
"Stop eating, go home."
"Call Old Yang, Old Qian and some of them—ah? Where are you going back?"
"Go home," Bu Chonghua turned the key and started the car with a bang. The corner of his mouth was reflected in the side-view mirror outside the glass window: "Someone at home is waiting for food."
"Bu Chonghua——?! Has it come out to the west of hitting the sun? Are you a fucking liar?!..."
Bu Chonghua hung up the phone and threw the phone lightly at the co-driver's seat. The Wrangler turned his head on the street when the rain was approaching and drove towards the city center.
Boom
After the lightning, the muffled thunder rolled, and the sound of rain gradually rose in a short time, and puddles of various sizes were hit on the ground.
Under the gloomy sky, the lights of every household in the community have been turned on. The elevator door opened with a jingle, and the corridors of one staircase and one household were bright and magnificent. Bu Chonghua came out with two take-out paper bags in a gust of wind, and stood in front of his house.
He took a deep breath, looked at the vague reflection of the security door, and suddenly a strange thought flashed through his mind, as if he felt that his hair was messed up by the rain. Mobile phone\end remember one second "www.999xs.com" provides you with wonderful novels\read
He subconsciously raised his hand and stroked the handle, followed by another pause, making himself funny, coughing, clearing his throat and pushing the door open:
"I am back!"
The semicircular living room did not turn on the lights, and it looked a bit empty, and the heavy rain made thousands of marks on the French windows. Bu Chonghua looked up the stairs and put the takeaway on the open kitchen bar, raising his voice: "It's dinner! Wu Yu!"
No one answered.
"..." Bu Chonghua stood in the middle of the empty home and didn't seem to react for an instant.
"Wu Yu?" He whispered.
He went upstairs and opened the door of the guest bedroom. The room still had a messy appearance when he left yesterday morning. The bathroom door was ajar, and the towel Wu Yu used casually hung on the doorknob. There was no one in the gym next to the guest bedroom, nor did the master bedroom and the second bedroom downstairs. Outside the enclosed balcony was the city's wind and rain sky, and behind the rain, the radiance of the high-rise buildings in the city center was faintly changed.
Bu Chonghua's heart jumped messily, his steps became very light, as if he didn't want to disturb an indulgent and fragile dream.
He opened the door of the study room, and the other door connected to the study room was the piano practice room, with wall lights showing through the cracks in the door.
"..." His footsteps stopped unknowingly, and he looked at the glimmer for so long, and whispered to himself for a long while: "It's dinner, Wu Yu, come out."
Nothing happened.
After an unknown period of time, he finally reached out and gently opened the door of the practice room, and his slender and powerful fingers slipped silently from the air.
The heavy rain flooded the city, and the sound of thousands of water lines was deafening. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, it turned into a tidal distant and hazy sound.
I don’t know how long he stood, but Bu Chonghua finally turned around slowly, his brows and eyes were as calm as frozen, and his movements were very steady. He walked out to take out the takeaway and heated it up, and put it in the dishes he usually eats. , Just like it has been performed thousands of times by one person, sitting on the same high stool by the bar and starting to eat.
The spoon collided with the tableware, making a slight clinking sound, but it was difficult to hear it when it was submerged in the sound of heavy rain all over the world.
"Hey, I've always been curious, how much does it cost to buy such a big house in Jinhai?" The person on the other side asked in the light while steaming rice.
He heard his own voice as if from another time and space: "Look at the location, do you want to buy a house?"
"Just be curious about your loan repayment situation, after all, you are not like the kind of person who collects money for someone to get a bail pending trial."
"Why is it different? Don't you know that our leaders are all power, rent-seeking, corruption?"
"Haha—"
...
"My biggest dream," the man said while eating a steamed bun with mushrooms and bamboo shoots, his black eyelashes curved at the end of his eyes, and the inattentive expression on his face seemed to have some unexplainable attraction. It's hard to look away: "It's just to grow up on the sofa after get off work every day, to be a silent and peaceful uncle who slowly turns round."
"Say your dream is to slowly become round?"
Stepping on the stairs, the figure blew upstairs: "Dream is a dream, reality is reality!"
...
Bu Chonghua laughed, even though he didn't even notice the smile. The chandelier cast his lonely silhouette on the marble countertop, and the sky outside the window was dark and damp and cold; after an unknown period of time, he gently loosened his hands with the tableware and rubbed his face vigorously in the sound of clanging. , Bury the eyebrows deeply in the palm.
The sorrow, longing and yearning that could no longer be suppressed finally broke through the embankment, as if the overwhelming flood flooded all senses.
"I killed the people! One person does the job and the other person is responsible. It has nothing to do with Bu Chonghua!"
"They didn't embarrass you?..."
"Where is Bu Chonghua?!" The man in the confinement room kicked the TV screen, like a scarred beast with nowhere to go: "Where is Bu Chonghua!——"
Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand and held the phone on the desktop, almost deliberately blocking his brain thinking, without giving himself any time for hesitation, closed his eyes to unlock the interface, and pressed his thumb to the missed record Wu Yunna. Two words. He dialed the sound, and the moment he opened his eyes, his heart seemed to stop beating, and the world moved away abruptly on his side, leaving only the phone screen in front of him——
"Hello, the user you dialed has been turned off..."
Snapped!
Bu Chonghua patted the phone on the table, put one hand into the hair of his forehead, and then rubbed his red eyes. The shoulder and neck muscles under his shirt were tight, and the five fingers of the phone were pinched until the blue veins protruded, and the throat muscles were dry and spasm.
How could he just leave like this?
How can he not answer my call?
"Hey, Liao Gang," Bu Chonghua called another phone, his voice hoarse and hard to distinguish: "Wu Yu is still out of the office today. If he is away, send me his registered address...what?"
"Xu Ju has prepared a field service case and said that he was sent to another place, so he didn't come to work all day today." Liao Gang drove the car and said loudly amidst the whistle of the evening peaks. "I wanted to say hello to you, but you haven't come for a day, so...Hello? Hello?"
——Out of town?
As if pouring cold water down his head, Bu Chonghua's burning flame was boiled down, and the white smoke rose up, revealing a hint of cold and sober surprise.
Which field? What did you do?
With such a delicate and sensitive identity as Wu Yu, how could Xu Ju be dispatched to another place alone, and not to mention whether Xu Ju has enough authority, why would he, the direct leader of his immediate superior, not even hear the slightest noise?
unless--
Bu Chonghua’s brain seemed to be split into two parts. One part of the long-repressed emotions erupted, like magma covering the ground and burning; the other part was as clear and hard as ten thousand years of profound ice, enough to support him to figure out the cause and effect in a moment , Even the calm expression on the surface did not change the slightest, backhand another phone call to Song Ping, almost immediately connected:
"Hello, Chonghua?"
"Lin Kang brought Wu Yu back to Yundian, why didn't he say hello to me in advance?"
Even though Song Ping was prepared, he was still choked by this sharp questioning method, and sighed a few seconds later: "You tell me, Chonghua, although I am not very in favor of this matter, I have no objection. Reason."
"..."
"Wu Yu, this person, was difficult to tell where Zhang Boming took Yundian from 13 years ago, and arranged to come to Jinhai from Yundian 13 years later. If Zhang Boming is not dead, Wu Yu may still be after the mission ends. Follow him back to his place of origin; but now Zhang Boming is dead, and Wu Yu's place of origin has been cancelled. He can only be attributed to Yundian. Only to avoid misfortune and other reasons, he temporarily arranged to come to Jinhai."
As if a needle pierced the eardrum, Bu Chonghua's pupils were slightly tightened.
"So if something happens, or if there is any urgent need, Wu Yu's ownership cannot be vested in Jinhai." Song Ping got up from the swivel chair, stood in front of the office window, and squinted out the window: "Now Do you understand it?"
In fact, everyone should have understood this. Why did Lin Kang rush to the Nancheng branch from the Yundian Provincial Department overnight when Wu Yu was locked up in the confinement room? Why was Feng Office separated by more than half of Wu Yu's resignation? A call from China to Song Ping. Even if Song Ping wanted to roll his sleeves and beat Wu Yu himself, and received a call from Feng Ting, who was at the same level as him, he could only wave his hand and easily stop.
——But whenever Bu Chonghua thinks of the scene of the confinement room that night, the first thing that comes to mind is Wu Yu who seems to want to look back at him again, but he doesn’t know what kind of force is stopping him, so he stops suddenly. That section of neck.
"I understand." Both ends of the phone were silent for a long time, and finally Bu Chonghua's low voice came, saying: "But Wu Yu's ownership does not belong to Yundian."
"He belongs only to himself."
Song Ping was slightly startled, and the phone was hung up.
"..." He slowly put down the phone, looked at the cloudy and rainy sky outside the window through the slightly distorted glass window because of the wet|wet, and took off his glasses for a while and rubbed the root of his nose.
The shrapnel left on his calf and the dozen or so steel nails hit on his arm and waist will still faintly hurt until the rainy day more than 30 years later, but no one would have expected this at the time, including the youthful spirit. Of himself.
Young man--!
Song Ping's feelings were complicated, and he sighed with a helpless smile, shook his head, turned and walked back to the big desk.
Bu Chonghua grabbed the umbrella, wallet, and car keys, hurriedly picked up his coat, strode out the door, and went directly to the garage from the elevator. He opened the SMS box while starting the jeep.
In recent years, even Song Ju has learned to use WeChat. The grandson surnamed Wu is still using text messages. As a result, Bu Chonghua’s text message box is neatly full of verification codes, and only the word Wu Yu hangs in the middle.
——【I am going to Yundian tonight. 】
The six words showed that the transmission was successful. Bu Chonghua turned off the screen of the phone and started the car. The Jeep turned around and drove out of the garage with a beautiful triangle. The rain poured down instantly, turning the windows on all sides into white.
The next moment, the wheels rubbed against the ground and made a sharp noise, and the jeep stopped abruptly.
The windshield wipers made fan-shaped water marks on the front window of the car, and the car lights penetrated the rain curtain, illuminating the square inches under the eaves in front of the building. Wu Yu was carrying two take-out plastic bags, not knowing whether it was cold or prostration, she was wrapping her drenched black jacket tightly, her hair dripping wet, turning her head towards the car lights that turned on behind her, and was stunned. .
The mist and rain enveloped the city of Jinhai, the Huadeng Coastal Harbor Bridge was lined with long lines, and a tiny lighthouse floated on the sea further away, and the sound of the tide rushed away.
"Have you eaten?"
"No, waiting for you."
"...What if I didn't come back?"
Bu Chonghua looked at Wu Yu without blinking, with complicated emotions hidden in his eyes, and patted the co-driver for a long time: "Get in the car, go home."
The sky was rising, looking down from a high place, the Jeep's co-driver's door opened and closed, and back to the garage of the building.
After a short while, the lights of the duplex apartment on the top floor were also turned on. From the gaps in the floor-to-ceiling curtains, tableware clanging, slippers, footsteps, and swaying silhouettes were revealed. Together with the hazy halo from the windows of thousands of households, they gathered together in a sea of lights. , Passing through the big gray rain curtain, the vague warm yellow is reflected in the sky.
