Silent Reading

After a weekend of fermentation, the attempt to jump from the sky above the sky exploded in the early morning on Monday, but Feidu had not yet walked out of the parking lot. He had been chased by two rounds of siege. Then he found that he was transformed and turned into a surprise. Internet influencer.

Mr. Fei held half a cup of "London Mist" that had been cold, and pondered in his office for a while. He felt that money could not be spent in vain, and people could not be red, so he beckoned a secretary and asked her to borrow the topic to play and find the marketing department Of people do a special project on corporate social responsibility in the name of the company.

The secretary took a note of his unexpected thoughts in his notebook. Before leaving, she stopped talking for a long time, her eyes became red, and then she carefully asked, "Fei Zong, what you said on the sky canopy. is that true?"

"Huh?" Fei Du turned his schedule at random, looked up, and revealed a sullen, pampering smile. "Of course not, the expert with suicide intervention prompts a line at the back. That kind of occasion is not. Let me play it myself-you take everything seriously, it's too cute. "

The blush of the secretary's eye circles immediately spread to his face, he snored, and turned away.

"Hey, wait," Fei Du called her with a smile, "Does the company need me to sell a meal today?"

The secretary who missed the mother's love wasted her eyes and rolled her eyes: "No, we don't need this precious intangible asset for the time being."

"That's good," Fei Du immediately snapped his suit jacket and laptop together. "Then I'll go out and call me if I need to."

After half an hour, Fei Du had picked up He's mother from the hospital and rushed to the municipal bureau together.

After all, Wang Xiujuan was seriously ill, and she was not too young. After going through such a great tragedy, she was left in the hospital for a weekend before reluctantly leaving the hospital to pick up He Zhongyi's body.

The death of a stranger in this way led to a major drug trafficking / drug case that shocked the country. The Yancheng City Bureau had to set up a joint working group with the Discipline Inspection Commission to work overtime every day and night.

In contrast, the case of He Zhongyi's killing has attracted less attention. Only Luo Wenzhou, Tao Ran and Lang Qiao, who took over the case from the beginning, were responsible for the follow-up.

The appearance of He Zhongyi's body had been sorted out, and instead of looking so horrifying when he was just found on the side of the road, his face was covered with the serenity of a makeup artist.

Zhao Yulong and several colleagues from He Zhongyi all came to help spontaneously. Ma Xiaowei also appeared under the supervision of Xiao Haiyang and another policeman.

Zhang Donglai didn't know if it was under pressure or something. He made a serious appearance midway, and saw Wang Xiujuan, who was assisted by Fei Du, far away. His boss shook his head uncomfortably, walked with the same hands and feet, and suddenly nodded at Wang Xiujuan. He said, "Auntie, I really didn't kill your son."

The others were tall and big, and Wang Xiujuan stepped back a little in fear.

Zhang Donglai thought again and thought: "But I did hit him ..."

Fei Du gave him a cool look, and Zhang Donglai blew his nose awkwardly, closed his mouth and didn't dare to say more, and made a gesture to He mother.

He mother Wang Xiujuan was very thin. Every time Fei Du talked to her, she had to bend her waist a little and seemed very gentle. He sent Zhang Dong with one eye, and said in his ear, "If you ca n’t do it, the rest I can do the following procedures for you. "

Wang Xiujuan shook her head hard. Then, she broke Fei Du's hand and walked a few steps forward, suddenly thinking of something, and she turned back and asked, "Did my loyalty make a mistake? Has he done anything bad? ? "

Fei Du stared at her, and for a moment, he said lightly and firmly, "No, aunt."

Zhao Haochang is very cunning, and he has made the concepts of sensational evasiveness and stealthily change. After listening to his statement, it only makes people feel that the whole society is a big mud pit, and only he is a white lotus that blooms untouched and blooms in persecution.

Only by relying on Lang Qiao's clues outside the court, coupled with Luo Wenzhou's continuous pitfalls, can he tell a little truth from his mouth and piece together a tattered context.

With hope and pressure, He Zhongyi came to the hustle and bustle of Yancheng from a remote mountain village. He saw the crowds of cars and horses, red men and green women, and young men and women of his age entering and leaving the campus youthfully. They could all walk on the street. Walk straight into the street.

When he first arrived, he had no family and no reason. He could only live in the most broken house. He walked on the mud every day, accompanied by the smell of the sewer between work and renting a house. In addition to the twilight middle-aged people, he was a bunch of poor students Boys, dipping together / gambling / drugs, all kinds of jerk.

However, he calculates the books on the book with his fingers every day, saves money and saves money, and ca n’t bear to waste a minute. He always wants to do more. He can pay off the money owed to others earlier, treat the sick mother, and occasionally fantasize. I will one day be able to establish a foothold in this city.

He has worshipped a man since he was a child. Although he strictly abides by the agreement with the other party and never tells anyone about his existence, he still can't help but want to get closer to him. Brother Fengnian was too afraid of him to avoid him. After thinking about it, He Zhongyi thought it might be because he was too poor. This is a big Yancheng, running around every day, who is easy? Of course, I don't want a poor relative who has three days and two heads to fight the autumn wind. He had to be cautious in keeping basic contact with that person, greeting occasionally, and then desperately saving money.

Greetings are necessary, even if others don't like to deal with him-because he borrowed money from others, there is no reason to break the connection.

He managed to save enough for his first money. It is 20,000 yuan. It is not enough for the young men to break a bottle of wine, but it is already the largest deposit in his life. He must be very careful to collect it, dare not show it, and dare not let anyone see, because there are always hands and feet Clean roommate. The money is not practical in his own hands. He Zhongyi always wanted to return early and rest assured, but Brother Feng Nian couldn't contact him. He had no choice but to find Zhang Ting—he happened to see her next to Brother Feng Nian.

He Zhongyi summoned the courage to talk to her, stutteringly hoping to hear her brother's whereabouts from her, unexpectedly scared the girl instead.

Because the attentive strange man is not terrible, the only terrible thing is poor and disrespectful.

The girl's fierce reaction brought him a stinky meal, which was nothing, but the person was watching beside him, calmly pulling the frame, and discouraging without looking up, as if he had never seen him. It wasn't until that moment that He Zhongyi reacted back and forth, that Brother Fengnian may not really want a fellow man like him.

They are not relatives or friends. They turned out to be more like a muddy idea, thrown on the spotless white shirts, and could n’t wash them off. Even if the other party shoved him a new phone very perfunctoryly afterwards.

He Zhongyi thought that when the money was paid back, he would not contact him anymore.

On one delivery, he saw Brother Fengnian and his friends talking and laughing in the distance. This time, he took the initiative to avoid them and did not approach them. He happened to hear that they were going to a place called "Cheng "Light Mansion".

He Zhongyi's body was covered with white cloth and was carried out. Wang Xiujuan's eyes were instantly congested, and her knees were softly sitting on the ground. Everyone rushed over and tried to put her up.

Her turbid tears flowed down the corner of her eyes, dipped into the white horns, and grabbed the cuff of a person around her: "I teach him to be good to others, to be real, am I teaching wrong?"

No one can answer this question, so they have to agree to silence.

Wang Xiujuan's cultural level is limited, and the appraisal certificate is basically incomprehensible. Tao Ran had to wait for her to calm down and ask her to sit down, read it one by one, explain it word by word, and after explaining the sentence, Wang Xiujuan nodded her head.

She didn't cry, she just sat silently, with long, unending tears.

Zhang Donglai bowed his head to Fei Du, kicked the pebble on the ground with his toes, and scratched his head and said, "Fei, Tingting asked me to ask ... Hey, what the **** is this! My uncle because of this We need to relocate and retire early. Is our family too old this year? "

Fei Du looked a few steps away, looking at Wang Xiujuan, and suddenly asked, "Have you found that gray tie?"

Zhang Donglai stunned: "What?"

"No need to find it, that tie is now in the city bureau," Fei Du said, "there is the blood of the victim He Zhongyi and your fingerprints. Someone picked it up from your car and reported it."

Zhang Donglai opened his mouth and froze for a while, and his rusty brain finally ran through a long reflexive arc, "Gala Gala", and faintly understood Fei Du. He stretched out his hand in a frantic manner and dangled his hair from his forehead. When I reached the back of my head, I gave a short and powerful emotion: "Fuck!"

Fei Du patted his shoulder: "Let Tingting stop asking, stop the loss in time."

"Slow, wait," Zhang Donglai waved with a dizzy head. "You mean that ... who stole my tie to kill someone and plant it on my head? Do you mean that?"

Fei Du glanced at him without comment.

"No, it's impossible? I don't think it's interesting to him-Zhao Haochang? Why did they get to your house with that little broken law firm? Not all of them were introduced by me! Tingting took him home My parents didn't have any opinion on him either. It was thoughtful to treat him as the new aunt—what's the matter with me? "

Fei Du thought for a while and replied, "Pant."

Zhang Donglai: "..."

Zhang Donglai used his limited brain to think for a while, still unbelievable, and muttered, "Impossible, I still think ... Is Luo Wenzhou's goods unreliable? How can he ..."

"If Luo Wenzhou's shipment is unreliable, now it's you who is locked up waiting for the prosecuted murderer." Luo Wenzhou himself did not know when he slipped behind them, and ordered Zhang Dong to come, "Master, have a snack."

Zhang Donglai was a little scared of him. When he saw Luo Wenzhou, his legs and stomach turned first. At this time, he was told that he was being listened to by the host. He didn't even dare to put a fart, and ran away in shock.

Luo Wenzhou slowly came to Fei Du, standing with his hands on his shoulders, watching life and death far away: "What will she do in the future?"

"The owner of the economic and trade building took the opportunity to take the heat," said Fei Du. "It is necessary to set up a" Rural Lost Elderly Foundation for the Elderly ". The draft has been issued and should be able to afford her future treatment and living expenses. But ... "

But money can be given, but people can't come back.

Others can care for her materially, but no one can give her back a son.

"That's right," Luo Wenzhou drew a few photos from the folder in her arms, "show you something."

The photo is a pen in an evidence bag. The texture of the pen can be felt through the lens. The cap is engraved with the word "Fei": "One of Zhao Haochang's collections, I don't know well, is It's not yours?"

He had expected to see a little surprise from Mr. Fei's face. Who knew that Fei Du had only glanced and said without any surprise, "It was with him, I lost it on Christmas Day last year."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

The date is exactly the same as Zhao Haochang's record. What he didn't know was given to him by Fei Du.

"When I can't find anything, I generally think about where I put it when I think about the mental state before and after," Fei Du shrugged. "I can't find it anymore, but it may have been taken away-but I came in and out of me that day. There are a lot of employees and guests in the office, and I didn't say a word because I was afraid it would be unpleasant. "

Luo Wenzhou: "Don't you want to know what a label is?"

Fei Du shrugged, his eyes fell behind the pen photo-the lens was pulled a little farther and shot into the corner of the floor lamp in Zhao Haochang's basement. The specimen-like tree lights were quietly on, like betting from a distant space. Coming eyes always follow the rural youth who changed their name and surname that year.

"I don't think so much," Fei Du said, "I don't need to return it to me after the trial.

After settling Wang Xiujuan, Fei Du didn't say hello to others, left quietly by himself, and drove straight to the suburbs.

Just after the evening, it was a bit cloudy, there were many monuments in the cemetery, the crows and birds flying low, and the moist earth was reflected from the ground. The sleeping dead watched the living creatures coming and going.

Fei Du took a bunch of lilies and walked his way for the seventh year. He came to a somewhat old tombstone. The woman on the tombstone was pale, her eyes were melancholy, and she held a fragile beauty, and never looked at him with discoloration.

Fei Du looked at her for a while, rolled up his sleeves, wiped the tombstone with a delicate soft cloth, and then stretched out two fingers, kissed gently, printed on the tombstone, for the first time in front of her There was a smile of relief.

It seemed that he finally pushed the mouth of the coffin pressed into his heart and put it into the empty grave, and the dust settled.

Luo Wenzhou watched him leave from a distance, then came over like a thief, put down a small white chrysanthemum, and bowed the woman on the tombstone.

He communicated silently with the owner of the tomb for a while, and was about to leave. Suddenly, his face was cold, and there was no rain in the suburbs.

Luo Wenzhou didn't bring an umbrella, and he uttered a bang. He was about to run out with his arm covering his head and rain. As soon as he raised his hand, a dark shadow spread out on his head.

Luo Wenzhou was taken aback, and looked back sternly-Fei Du returned without knowing when he was going, holding an umbrella, looking at him with a complicated look.