The red and blue police sirens flickered, racing along the evening peak street in the center of Jinhai.
Bu Chonghua held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand pushed Song Ping's eighteenth call, his gloomy brow was reflected in the rearview mirror. After a while, the off-road vehicle turned into the crooked alley, and stopped at the old-fashioned residential building on the familiar road. Step by step, turned off the key, pulled out the lock picking device from the glove box, stepped out of the car, and rushed straight up. In the dark and damp corridor, I didn't even have to knock on the door. I pried open the old wooden door directly: "Wu Yu!"
The room was empty, there was no one in the kitchen, toilet, or bedroom, and the dilapidated walls faced him silently.
Wu Yu did not come back.
Bu Chonghua raised his trousers, half-kneeled on the ground and looked under the bed. As expected, the thing he was looking for was no longer in its original position. There are no wardrobes, kitchens, cupboards, under the dining table, and behind the refrigerator. Bu Chonghua's face is sinking, and he has turned around twice in this cramped and low-lying room. His eyes suddenly fell on the toilet water pipe, only to see the rusty iron. The water pipe, the wall and the shower curtain formed an extremely concealed triangular space. He stepped forward and pulled the shower curtain.
——In the narrow corner that even the cat can't get into, there are several kraft paper bags stuffed.
It's cash.
Bu Chonghua stepped back a few steps, his back pressed against the wall, the hot breath finally released from his throat, only then did he feel his cold sweat soaked into his shirt.
The phone rang again. This time it was Liao Gang: "Hey boss, the airport, high-speed rail, and long-distance bus station have all sent back news. I did not find the entry and exit records of the Little Wu ID card. I also asked the property to see your house. People opened the door. Xu Ju asked me why you didn’t answer the phone and what happened. They said Little Wu was going to resign?!..."
"I know." Bu Chonghua interrupted Liao Gang, only to find that his voice was completely hoarse: "No need to look for it, others are still in Jinhai."
As long as the money is there, Wu Yu hasn't left yet.
He can break with Bu Chonghua without hesitation, but he will definitely come back to get the money.
——Where will Wu Yu go now?
Bu Chonghua slowly sat on the ground leaning against the wall, and suddenly realized that he actually didn't know Wu Yu. He doesn't know which takeaway Wu Yu likes to order, where to hang out, and whether he will go to the nearby library or basketball court; he doesn't know what Wu Yu's parents do, whether he has had a lover or friend before, so save food What kind of things do you save these money frugally in exchange for, or what kind of dreams you can achieve.
He called Wu Yu every day, but he didn't even know the name of that person.
Where else can he go to the huge Jinhai?
"...I don't know, and don't really want to know, don't tell me about your parents..."
"You and I are not people in the same world. I'm sorry to disappoint you...Sometimes I am disappointed with myself."
Bu Chonghua looked at the gray dust in the air and saw the figure staggering back under the hazy sky. His back almost hit the tombstone, and then he leaned against the tombstone and laughed, covering his face deeply with one hand, even his waist. Bend down.
But at that time he was scorched with rage, and he couldn't hear a laugh, full of unspeakable sadness and self-deprecating.
"...I'm just an ordinary little messenger, I just want to hide to death," he said with a smile, "at least I can live longer than your parents."
As if a flash of light passed through thousands of threads, illuminating the confused mind, Bu Chonghua's eyes slowly changed——
Is it possible that Wu Yu went back there alone?
If the Wu Yu who gritted his teeth and pushed the security officer to jump out of the window in the fire scene is real, if the Wu Yu who gritted his teeth and obeyed the order and threw the machete at himself during the riots in Fengyuan Village | Seeking help in despair, snuggling and kissing secretly late at night are all real...
Bu Chonghua staggered to his feet without even realizing it, feeling that he had grabbed a life-saving driftwood in the icy, suffocating river, and then put all his bets on it.
——He wanted to bet that Wu Yu did indeed go there.
He wanted to bet that Wu Yu was indeed someone he knew.
Bu Chonghua grabbed the car key, staggered out of the house, got into the car and stepped on the accelerator. There is no need to set up navigation. For so many years, he knew the direction from every corner of the city to the cemetery of the martyrs. He quickly got off the viaduct and went to the high speed, passing the familiar suburban wilderness, and stopped at the gate of the cemetery that he had just arrived yesterday Before-Jinhai Martyrs Cemetery.
At this time, the sky was very dim, and the layers of stone steps were not easy to walk. Bu Chonghua did not hesitate to step on the fluffy mud in his trousers and leather shoes, three steps in two steps straight to the southeast corner, turning countless rows. Lin Li's tombstones caught a glimpse of that very familiar corner--
The next second, his heart sank straight.
no one.
The stone tablet engraved with his parents' names was empty, and the last afterglow in the distance disappeared, and the evening breeze blew over the city and howled straight to the sky.
Bu Chonghua's heart finally slammed into the bottom of the abyss, his ears rang loudly, and he couldn't react when he stood there for a while.
At this moment, the phone shook in his trouser pocket, and it shook for more than ten seconds before he subconsciously took it out and glanced at it. The caller ID was not Song Ping or maybe it was Lin Kang.
Bu Chonghua's first reaction was to press it directly, but after a full ten seconds, the last point of reason was to force him to pick it up, hoarsely said: "...Hello?"
"Hey Bu Detachment, I just came out of the branch, I heard that you sent an internal association to find Wu Yu this afternoon?"
Bu Chonghua had a faint feeling in his heart: "Did you find him?"
On Yongli Street in the city center, the neon lights were already lit up early, and exciting electronic drum beats loomed in the bar. Lin Kang stood on the side of the road and smoked, then looked back at the iron-blooded bar with turbulent heads: "No, although I don't know where he is now, I know where he is going later."
"..."
"Retreat your people." Lin Kang's voice was still very gentle and said, "You don't need to intervene in this matter for the time being."
Bu Chonghua froze in place, the phone was hung up.
The weightlessness of emptiness spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Bu Chonghua slowly dropped his hands, stepped back and leaned against the tree trunk, exhaling heavily, and suppressing waves of sour heat in his heart that were more boiling than waves.
He lost the bet.
Only 24 hours ago, he thought he had all the trust and intimacy of that person, and the cold facts in a blink of an eye proved that everything was just unilateral wishful thinking.
Lin Kang knows Wu Yu better than him, he is just an outsider from beginning to end.
Bu Chonghua raised his head, he almost forced himself to stand up straight with his whole body strength, and walked slowly along the path towards the gate of the cemetery. The bushes were swiftly underfoot, the first-level stone steps were so long that there was no end, and the wilderness was only a gray outline in the twilight; he looked forward blankly, remembering that Wu Yu walked out at this level at this time yesterday. A person who always bends down and hunches through the tombstones of countless martyrs, but his back is so straight, as if some kind of lonely and desolate force is forcibly supporting his bones.
What was he thinking?
The smile he regretted and pityed himself, was it still there after turning around?
As soon as Bu Chonghua stopped, his chest fluctuated a few times, just like a gambler who didn't believe the opening result, suddenly turned his head and looked where he was.
The cool gray-blue breeze blew across the grass, ripples spreading like waves. Immediately afterwards, as if the dream suddenly turned into reality before his eyes, Bu Chonghua’s pupils slightly widened——
A figure appeared at the end of Lin Li's tombstone, bowed his head and walked alone, walked to the tombstone engraved with Bu Tongguang and Zengwei, and bent down and put down a bouquet of wild flowers in his arms.
It's Wu Yu!
"——Sorry, ah." Wu Yu clapped his hands, rubbed the soil from the root of his palm against his pants, and looked at the old black and white photo on the tombstone: "The flowers sold at the door are too expensive, so I dragged a few flowers on the road. Just watch it, don't dislike it."
Bu Chonghua took a few steps in a daze, staggering to a stop.
"I had a quarrel with your son here yesterday. It was not my intention. Please take care of it. I have not seen each other for many years. I have a fate. I didn’t expect to say goodbye when I met each other. The two are incense."
What did he just say? Bu Chonghua stood behind two rows of stone steles, and couldn't tell if he was having an absurd dream.
At this time, he only heard a click, and the lighter flashed red. It was Wu Yu who squatted down in front of the tombstone and lit a cigarette. He bowed his head and muttered for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh.
"I said yesterday that you died worthless. Although this is true, I think about it and feel a little bit overwhelmed when I go back. At least it is because you are such parents that you will give birth to a son like Bu Chonghua, otherwise today All the situations in the city should be different." Wu Yu looked up at the tombstone, this distance from his forehead was almost pasted on the vague old photo, and whispered: "Bu Chonghua is the most perfect I have ever seen in my life. Human, and the hardest idealist...because of this, I make him so angry."
He took a hard smoke, which seemed a little uncomfortable.
"But I also... there is no way. If someone will find out something in the future, I hope at least that person is not Bu Chonghua, because...because I really..."
Under the high slope, in the distance, the sea of urban lights is reflected on half of Wu Yu's face, but the other side is completely hidden in the dusky twilight of the overlapping mountains, gradually disappearing into an inconspicuous outline, only the eyes flashing slightly Light.
He bowed his head deeply, and his dark messy hair was heavily pressed against the stone tablet, as if with this force, he suppressed a certain painful emotion.
"...Because I really...like him..."
He closed his eyes, his voice became hoarse and distorted:
"I don't want him to be more disappointed in me..."
Bu Chonghua stood there, but he seemed to have lost his five senses, even his breath.
I really like him.
That sentence was like a sharp blade pierced into the chest cavity, twisting the heart and lungs into fragments, and then pulled out the flesh and blood, making him feel the last trace of oxygen from the body.
Do you really like me too?
Is it also from the moment I fell in love with you?
"I'm sorry, I have to leave Jinhai, maybe I won't be able to avenge you in my life..." Wu Yu buried his head in his right arm, convulsing too much to hold the cigarette, and finally he put the cigarette butt out in his left hand. In the palm of his hand, his voice was hoarse almost sobbing:
"Sorry, I have run very fast, but it's really... too late..."
Bu Chonghua's brain seemed to be filled with all kinds of thoughts, and it was empty without a trace of real feeling. Only these last words, like silent lightning, opened his mind, making him instinctively feel horrified before he had time to realize what it meant.
Too late?
What's too late?
Wu Yu tremblingly took a deep breath, burning from the nose to the respiratory tract. He remembered that on the night he fled from the village, he hid in the cart where the drug dealers shipped. Unexpectedly, the cars did not take the usual route to smuggle across the border, but turned to the other direction of the mountain road. After driving for an unknown period of time, the car suddenly stopped. He hid in a sack of opium frightenedly, thinking that the other party had discovered him, but who knew that the group of people got out of the car and smoked while discussing the next plan-to go to a certain "inspection" "Stand" to kill, the other party is a young couple disguised as a sliver, who wants to torture from their mouths who a certain "nail" is.
It was the first time in his life that he was so brave. To this day, he doesn't even believe that he can run so fast, but stepping on the rocky mountains and rocks is like riding a thousand miles of breeze. But he is really too skinny. He can't run the whistling wheels, nor can his fate fall along the established track; he just stepped into the courtyard wall a few seconds earlier than the group, and this time is not enough for him to wake up the adults, he There was only time to hold the child's mouth, and desperately told him to keep silent.
The moment when Bu Chonghua, who was nine years old, opened his eyes in the middle of the night, it was the first time in their lives that the two of them saw each other. All tragedies happened at that moment.
"I'm sorry," Wu Yu looked at the photo with red eyes and said, "I tried my best."
He stood up, finally nodded to the tombstone and paused. The ups and downs were full of sorrow and helplessness, and then he no longer looked at the smiling couple in the photo, passed the tombstone, and walked towards the entrance of the cemetery.
Bu Chonghua's mind was banging, and he followed the first two steps, just about to blurt him out, but there was some unspeakable force deep in his heart that forced him to swallow all the sounds and follow Wu Yu mechanically. Behind.
He didn't know what he was going to do, but there was an intuition in his mind, as if as long as he followed this way, he would discover some secrets he had never thought of. The layers of night air that shrouded each other well concealed Bu Chonghua’s trace. He followed Wu Yu step by step out of the Martyrs’ Cemetery. Suddenly the yellow light of the headlights lit up on the road in front of him, followed by the sound of the engine. Nearly, a black Mercedes Benz whizzed to Wu Yu's side, and then stopped shortly afterwards.
The door opened, and a fat man with big round head and big ears got out of the car, carrying a steaming plastic bag in one hand and opening the rear door in one hand: "Hey my ancestor Wu, look at what time it is now! You! Have you eaten it? Why is your face so ugly? Ouch, I am so anxious..." The fastest mobile terminal of 999 novel update: https:/m.999xs.com/
Who is this?
Wu Yu's friend?
Bu Chonghua narrowed his eyes sensitively, and saw Wu Yu nodded tiredly not far away, only spit out the word "work" briefly, then lowered his head and got into the car door. The fat man squeezed the take-out bag to him uneasy, and then got on the car after a few more words, and then the Mercedes Benz drove at full force to the city, and the smoke quickly disappeared at the end of the road.
"..."
Bu Chonghua's pupils shook slightly, and he stepped back. He didn't want to turn around and rush to the off-road vehicle parked at the back door of the cemetery. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed Cai Lin's number.
"Hey, hey boss, I just got home!" Over the phone came the TV series background music and the clanging of tableware and chopsticks. Cai Lin shouted loudly, "I heard Brother Liao said that Little Wu is going to resign? What's the matter? Ah, don't it be fake?!..."
"Call the traffic control office to check a car, the license plate number is Jin CZ5859, it is a black Mercedes-Benz E320, immediately check the owner's identity, background and occupation information."
"Huh? What?"
Bu Chonghua banged the door closed, fastened his seat belt with one hand, turned the light to the end of the accelerator, and the off-road vehicle quickly turned around and rushed to the high speed.
"This car is now driving north along Taihua Avenue in the Hanshan District. It is estimated that it will be on the viaduct later. I want to know what the owner's name is, what he does, and—" Bu Chonghua looked at the dark blue horizon in the distance. , The faint light and shadow of the taillights in front of the highway were reflected in the eyes: "Tell me where it is going now."
The red and blue police sirens flickered, racing along the evening peak street in the center of Jinhai.
Bu Chonghua held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand pushed Song Ping's eighteenth call, his gloomy brow was reflected in the rearview mirror. After a while, the off-road vehicle turned into the crooked alley, and stopped at the old-fashioned residential building on the familiar road. Step by step, turned off the key, pulled out the lock picking device from the glove box, stepped out of the car, and rushed straight up. In the dark and damp corridor, I didn't even have to knock on the door. I pried open the old wooden door directly: "Wu Yu!"
The room was empty, there was no one in the kitchen, toilet, or bedroom, and the dilapidated walls faced him silently.
Wu Yu did not come back.
Bu Chonghua raised his trousers, half-kneeled on the ground and looked under the bed. As expected, the thing he was looking for was no longer in its original position. There are no wardrobes, kitchens, cupboards, under the dining table, and behind the refrigerator. Bu Chonghua's face is sinking, and he has turned around twice in this cramped and low-lying room. His eyes suddenly fell on the toilet water pipe, only to see the rusty iron. The water pipe, the wall and the shower curtain formed an extremely concealed triangular space. He stepped forward and pulled the shower curtain.
——In the narrow corner that even the cat can't get into, there are several kraft paper bags stuffed.
It's cash.
Bu Chonghua stepped back a few steps, his back pressed against the wall, the hot breath finally released from his throat, only then did he feel his cold sweat soaked into his shirt.
The phone rang again. This time it was Liao Gang: "Hey boss, the airport, high-speed rail, and long-distance bus station have all sent back news. I did not find the entry and exit records of the Little Wu ID card. I also asked the property to see your house. People opened the door. Xu Ju asked me why you didn’t answer the phone and what happened. They said Little Wu was going to resign?!..."
"I know." Bu Chonghua interrupted Liao Gang, only to find that his voice was completely hoarse: "No need to look for it, others are still in Jinhai."
As long as the money is there, Wu Yu hasn't left yet.
He can break with Bu Chonghua without hesitation, but he will definitely come back to get the money.
——Where will Wu Yu go now?
Bu Chonghua slowly sat on the ground leaning against the wall, and suddenly realized that he actually didn't know Wu Yu. He doesn't know which takeaway Wu Yu likes to order, where to hang out, and whether he will go to the nearby library or basketball court; he doesn't know what Wu Yu's parents do, whether he has had a lover or friend before, so save food What kind of things do you save these money frugally in exchange for, or what kind of dreams you can achieve.
He called Wu Yu every day, but he didn't even know the name of that person.
Where else can he go to the huge Jinhai?
"...I don't know, and don't really want to know, don't tell me about your parents..."
"You and I are not people in the same world. I'm sorry to disappoint you...Sometimes I am disappointed with myself."
Bu Chonghua looked at the gray dust in the air and saw the figure staggering back under the hazy sky. His back almost hit the tombstone, and then he leaned against the tombstone and laughed, covering his face deeply with one hand, even his waist. Bend down.
But at that time he was scorched with rage, and he couldn't hear a laugh, full of unspeakable sadness and self-deprecating.
"...I'm just an ordinary little messenger, I just want to hide to death," he said with a smile, "at least I can live longer than your parents."
As if a flash of light passed through thousands of threads, illuminating the confused mind, Bu Chonghua's eyes slowly changed——
Is it possible that Wu Yu went back there alone?
If the Wu Yu who gritted his teeth and pushed the security officer to jump out of the window in the fire scene is real, if the Wu Yu who gritted his teeth and obeyed the order and threw the machete at himself during the riots in Fengyuan Village | Seeking help in despair, snuggling and kissing secretly late at night are all real...
Bu Chonghua staggered to his feet without even realizing it, feeling that he had grabbed a life-saving driftwood in the icy, suffocating river, and then put all his bets on it.
——He wanted to bet that Wu Yu did indeed go there.
He wanted to bet that Wu Yu was indeed someone he knew.
Bu Chonghua grabbed the car key, staggered out of the house, got into the car and stepped on the accelerator. There is no need to set up navigation. For so many years, he knew the direction from every corner of the city to the cemetery of the martyrs. He quickly got off the viaduct and went to the high speed, passing the familiar suburban wilderness, and stopped at the gate of the cemetery that he had just arrived yesterday Before-Jinhai Martyrs Cemetery.
At this time, the sky was very dim, and the layers of stone steps were not easy to walk. Bu Chonghua did not hesitate to step on the fluffy mud in his trousers and leather shoes, three steps in two steps straight to the southeast corner, turning countless rows. Lin Li's tombstones caught a glimpse of that very familiar corner--
The next second, his heart sank straight.
no one.
The stone tablet engraved with his parents' names was empty, and the last afterglow in the distance disappeared, and the evening breeze blew over the city and howled straight to the sky.
Bu Chonghua's heart finally slammed into the bottom of the abyss, his ears rang loudly, and he couldn't react when he stood there for a while.
At this moment, the phone shook in his trouser pocket, and it shook for more than ten seconds before he subconsciously took it out and glanced at it. The caller ID was not Song Ping or maybe it was Lin Kang.
Bu Chonghua's first reaction was to press it directly, but after a full ten seconds, the last point of reason was to force him to pick it up, hoarsely said: "...Hello?"
"Hey Bu Detachment, I just came out of the branch, I heard that you sent an internal association to find Wu Yu this afternoon?"
Bu Chonghua had a faint feeling in his heart: "Did you find him?"
On Yongli Street in the city center, the neon lights were already lit up early, and exciting electronic drum beats loomed in the bar. Lin Kang stood on the side of the road and smoked, then looked back at the iron-blooded bar with turbulent heads: "No, although I don't know where he is now, I know where he is going later."
"..."
"Retreat your people." Lin Kang's voice was still very gentle and said, "You don't need to intervene in this matter for the time being."
Bu Chonghua froze in place, the phone was hung up.
The weightlessness of emptiness spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Bu Chonghua slowly dropped his hands, stepped back and leaned against the tree trunk, exhaling heavily, and suppressing waves of sour heat in his heart that were more boiling than waves.
He lost the bet.
Only 24 hours ago, he thought he had all the trust and intimacy of that person, and the cold facts in a blink of an eye proved that everything was just unilateral wishful thinking.
Lin Kang knows Wu Yu better than him, he is just an outsider from beginning to end.
Bu Chonghua raised his head, he almost forced himself to stand up straight with his whole body strength, and walked slowly along the path towards the gate of the cemetery. The bushes were swiftly underfoot, the first-level stone steps were so long that there was no end, and the wilderness was only a gray outline in the twilight; he looked forward blankly, remembering that Wu Yu walked out at this level at this time yesterday. A person who always bends down and hunches through the tombstones of countless martyrs, but his back is so straight, as if some kind of lonely and desolate force is forcibly supporting his bones.
What was he thinking?
The smile he regretted and pityed himself, was it still there after turning around?
As soon as Bu Chonghua stopped, his chest fluctuated a few times, just like a gambler who didn't believe the opening result, suddenly turned his head and looked where he was.
The cool gray-blue breeze blew across the grass, ripples spreading like waves. Immediately afterwards, as if the dream suddenly turned into reality before his eyes, Bu Chonghua’s pupils slightly widened——
A figure appeared at the end of Lin Li's tombstone, bowed his head and walked alone, walked to the tombstone engraved with Bu Tongguang and Zengwei, and bent down and put down a bouquet of wild flowers in his arms.
It's Wu Yu!
"——Sorry, ah." Wu Yu clapped his hands, rubbed the soil from the root of his palm against his pants, and looked at the old black and white photo on the tombstone: "The flowers sold at the door are too expensive, so I dragged a few flowers on the road. Just watch it, don't dislike it."
Bu Chonghua took a few steps in a daze, staggering to a stop.
"I had a quarrel with your son here yesterday. It was not my intention. Please take care of it. I have not seen each other for many years. I have a fate. I didn’t expect to say goodbye when I met each other. The two are incense."
What did he just say? Bu Chonghua stood behind two rows of stone steles, and couldn't tell if he was having an absurd dream.
At this time, he only heard a click, and the lighter flashed red. It was Wu Yu who squatted down in front of the tombstone and lit a cigarette. He bowed his head and muttered for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh.
"I said yesterday that you died worthless. Although this is true, I think about it and feel a little bit overwhelmed when I go back. At least it is because you are such parents that you will give birth to a son like Bu Chonghua, otherwise today All the situations in the city should be different." Wu Yu looked up at the tombstone, this distance from his forehead was almost pasted on the vague old photo, and whispered: "Bu Chonghua is the most perfect I have ever seen in my life. Human, and the hardest idealist...because of this, I make him so angry."
He took a hard smoke, which seemed a little uncomfortable.
"But I also... there is no way. If someone will find out something in the future, I hope at least that person is not Bu Chonghua, because...because I really..."
Under the high slope, in the distance, the sea of urban lights is reflected on half of Wu Yu's face, but the other side is completely hidden in the dusky twilight of the overlapping mountains, gradually disappearing into an inconspicuous outline, only the eyes flashing slightly Light.
He bowed his head deeply, and his dark messy hair was heavily pressed against the stone tablet, as if with this force, he suppressed a certain painful emotion.
"...Because I really...like him..."
He closed his eyes, his voice became hoarse and distorted:
"I don't want him to be more disappointed in me..."
Bu Chonghua stood there, but he seemed to have lost his five senses, even his breath.
I really like him.
That sentence was like a sharp blade pierced into the chest cavity, twisting the heart and lungs into fragments, and then pulled out the flesh and blood, making him feel the last trace of oxygen from the body.
Do you really like me too?
Is it also from the moment I fell in love with you?
"I'm sorry, I have to leave Jinhai, maybe I won't be able to avenge you in my life..." Wu Yu buried his head in his right arm, convulsing too much to hold the cigarette, and finally he put the cigarette butt out in his left hand. In the palm of his hand, his voice was hoarse almost sobbing:
"Sorry, I have run very fast, but it's really... too late..."
Bu Chonghua's brain seemed to be filled with all kinds of thoughts, and it was empty without a trace of real feeling. Only these last words, like silent lightning, opened his mind, making him instinctively feel horrified before he had time to realize what it meant.
Too late?
What's too late?
Wu Yu tremblingly took a deep breath, burning from the nose to the respiratory tract. He remembered that on the night he fled from the village, he hid in the cart where the drug dealers shipped. Unexpectedly, the cars did not take the usual route to smuggle across the border, but turned to the other direction of the mountain road. After driving for an unknown period of time, the car suddenly stopped. He hid in a sack of opium frightenedly, thinking that the other party had discovered him, but who knew that the group of people got out of the car and smoked while discussing the next plan-to go to a certain "inspection" "Stand" to kill, the other party is a young couple disguised as a sliver, who wants to torture from their mouths who a certain "nail" is.
It was the first time in his life that he was so brave. To this day, he doesn't even believe that he can run so fast, but stepping on the rocky mountains and rocks is like riding a thousand miles of breeze. But he is really too skinny. He can't run the whistling wheels, nor can his fate fall along the established track; he just stepped into the courtyard wall a few seconds earlier than the group, and this time is not enough for him to wake up the adults, he There was only time to hold the child's mouth, and desperately told him to keep silent.
The moment when Bu Chonghua, who was nine years old, opened his eyes in the middle of the night, it was the first time in their lives that the two of them saw each other. All tragedies happened at that moment.
"I'm sorry," Wu Yu looked at the photo with red eyes and said, "I tried my best."
He stood up, finally nodded to the tombstone and paused. The ups and downs were full of sorrow and helplessness, and then he no longer looked at the smiling couple in the photo, passed the tombstone, and walked towards the entrance of the cemetery.
Bu Chonghua's mind was banging, and he followed the first two steps, just about to blurt him out, but there was some unspeakable force deep in his heart that forced him to swallow all the sounds and follow Wu Yu mechanically. Behind.
He didn't know what he was going to do, but there was an intuition in his mind, as if as long as he followed this way, he would discover some secrets he had never thought of. The layers of night air that shrouded each other well concealed Bu Chonghua’s trace. He followed Wu Yu step by step out of the Martyrs’ Cemetery. Suddenly the yellow light of the headlights lit up on the road in front of him, followed by the sound of the engine. Nearly, a black Mercedes Benz whizzed to Wu Yu's side, and then stopped shortly afterwards.
The door opened, and a fat man with big round head and big ears got out of the car, carrying a steaming plastic bag in one hand and opening the rear door in one hand: "Hey my ancestor Wu, look at what time it is now! You! Have you eaten it? Why is your face so ugly? Ouch, I am so anxious..." The fastest mobile terminal of 999 novel update: https:/m.999xs.com/
Who is this?
Wu Yu's friend?
Bu Chonghua narrowed his eyes sensitively, and saw Wu Yu nodded tiredly not far away, only spit out the word "work" briefly, then lowered his head and got into the car door. The fat man squeezed the take-out bag to him uneasy, and then got on the car after a few more words, and then the Mercedes Benz drove at full force to the city, and the smoke quickly disappeared at the end of the road.
"..."
Bu Chonghua's pupils shook slightly, and he stepped back. He didn't want to turn around and rush to the off-road vehicle parked at the back door of the cemetery. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed Cai Lin's number.
"Hey, hey boss, I just got home!" Over the phone came the TV series background music and the clanging of tableware and chopsticks. Cai Lin shouted loudly, "I heard Brother Liao said that Little Wu is going to resign? What's the matter? Ah, don't it be fake?!..."
"Call the traffic control office to check a car, the license plate number is Jin CZ5859, it is a black Mercedes-Benz E320, immediately check the owner's identity, background and occupation information."
"Huh? What?"
Bu Chonghua banged the door closed, fastened his seat belt with one hand, turned the light to the end of the accelerator, and the off-road vehicle quickly turned around and rushed to the high speed.
"This car is now driving north along Taihua Avenue in the Hanshan District. It is estimated that it will be on the viaduct later. I want to know what the owner's name is, what he does, and—" Bu Chonghua looked at the dark blue horizon in the distance. , The faint light and shadow of the taillights in front of the highway were reflected in the eyes: "Tell me where it is going now."
