November 13, 2013, 2:28 p.m., in the living room of Wu Wangjing's home.

Wu Wangjing shook the folding fan very incommensurate with this season, and asked me, "Are you here for Jiang Long's business?"

I looked at him in surprise and said, "You know?"

Wu Wangjing sighed and said, "Jiang Long bought your house and only paid the down payment, but he didn't pay the rest of the money for a long time, didn't he?"

I looked at the sales contract and said, "This house has risen by at least 30% in just a few months, and I really can't understand the reason why he didn't pay." I know you're good friends, and so are we, so it's a shame to come over and ask if it's a breach of contract. ”

There is one sentence I didn't say, our company is not short of this money, but I don't want to entangle someone like him with some underworld background.

Wu Wangjing sighed again, he obviously saw through my thoughts and said: "Although Jiang Long has something to do with his brothers on the road, he is a man who makes a promise, and now the house price is rising sharply, not falling sharply. He has been the head coach for many years, and it's not that he has no money, but he really doesn't need this house anymore. ”

I was puzzled and said, "It's okay to buy and sell it, why don't you want to change hands for hundreds of thousands?"

Wu Wangjing looked at me helplessly, and said slowly: "Because he is dying, he has no children and no daughters, and he is about to die, what is the use of buying a house? What is the use of asking for money?"

What seems to be a complex and difficult to explain problem is sometimes so simple from a different perspective.

As I sat in this position, it dawned on me what was missing in this room.

It's a painting that was on the wall behind the sofa on the left two days ago, and I can't remember it because the sofa has moved its position. In the painting, it is a rainy night, and a man in white pushes a bicycle to form a strong color difference with the old alley in the background, as if he is isolated from the world in which he exists. The man in white was wearing a white sweatshirt with his own hat, and the hat was erected to cover his head, and I couldn't see his face clearly.

I gave the painting a name, "Lonely Rainy Night".

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On November 14, 2013, at 2:08 p.m., the sky was a little gloomy, and the Meijia Youth Hostel near Avenida Guigang in Xuancheng.

It's only a minute or two walk from Wu Wangjing's home, and there is a small coffee bar in the front hall of the hostel, and you can clearly see the entrance of Wu Wangjing's neighborhood through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows along the street.

It is said that the coffee bar has three small tables and a few chairs, which is mainly convenient for guests staying in the hotel, and at the same time provides passers-by to take a nap.

The hotel front desk also served as a waiter, I ordered a cup of mocha, 15 yuan is not expensive. I originally wanted Mandheling, but there was no one here, and it was clear that the coffee bar was just a side hustle for the hostel, earning a little money to give bonuses to the employees.

It's afternoon, there are no guests, I paid 20 yuan, waved my hand to signal that I don't need to look for it. The waiter was a young man in his twenties, his attitude was very warm and ambiguous, he smiled and brought coffee and asked me in a low voice: "Sir is waiting for his girlfriend? ”

I shook my head politely, thinking of how I looked when I first entered the society as a customer receptionist, and I couldn't help but sigh that life was too short.

Putting my phone on the table, I lit a cigarette and found that there was no ashtray on the table, and now public places are divided into smoking and non-smoking areas. Looking up at the waiter, it should be the tip just now that has worked, and the young man quickly brought a disposable paper cup with some water in it.

At this time, an orange taxi stopped at the door of the hotel, and the secretary Xiaoji got out of the car wearing blue jeans and carrying a large yellow satchel, looking left and right, mysteriously.

"What to drink?" I handed the plastic one-page order list on the table to Xiao Ji and motioned for her to sit down and speak.

Xiao Ji's expression was a little uneasy, and he said softly: "Why don't you order it, there are many people here by the road, and it's not good to be seen." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly asked Xiao Ji here, she obviously misunderstood what I meant.

"That's just like me, Mocha. I greeted the waiter and asked Ji, "Would you like a mousse cake?"

On the ordering list, there are a total of 3 kinds of coffee, 2 kinds of tea and 1 kind of cake, and sometimes it is a simple happiness to not have a choice.

Xiao Ji shook his head and said, "If I don't eat, I'll get fat." ”

I looked at her petite figure and said, "You're not fat, you're not over 90 pounds, right?"

Xiao Ji put the big yellow satchel on the empty chair next to him, lowered his head and opened the zipper, and replied at the same time: "88 pounds." ”

"That's edible. I handed a 50 yuan bill to the waiter and said, "You don't have to look for a cake." The young man brought the coffee and happily took it back to prepare.

Life is like this sometimes, we don't think about how much the stock market has fallen today, and we don't think about why the teapot after boiling water is full of scale, but we are happy because we have taken an extra dozen tips.

Xiao Ji took out a telescope, a white mask, a nurse's hat, a notebook and a pen from his big yellow satchel, and put them all on the table, and the small table instantly looked crowded.

I laughed dumbly and quipped, "This hat for me?"

Xiao Ji blushed and said at a loss: "Didn't you ask me to prepare?" Looking at his delicate and angry face, I couldn't bear to blame anything.

I asked her to prepare these things and send them to the youth hostel because it was close to Wu Wangjing's residence for easy observation, and at the same time, she could order a cup of coffee and sit unobtrusively. The telescope is for observation, the notebook and pen are for recording, and once there is a situation, the hat and mask are used for disguise tracking, and the secretary Xiaoji will obviously be wrong.

People are always accustomed to thinking about problems from the perspective of their own subjective speculation, or it is not a kind of happiness.

I said, "I want you to bring me a hat, and remember to prepare a green one for me later." ”

Xiao Ji's cheeks were crimson, and he was uneasy again.

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On November 14, 2013, at 3:28 p.m., it was dark and about to rain.

In the binoculars, I saw Wu Wangjing hurriedly walking out of the community with a long-haired woman. Wu Wangjing was wearing a blue and black sports suit, and the woman's white skirt was covered with a mask covering her face. A taxi was parked at the entrance of the community without turning on the headlights, apparently by phone in advance, and the two got into the car.

I screamed badly, wrote down the license plate number, cocked up my collar and grabbed my mask, and rushed out.

Xiao Ji shouted angrily behind him: "Slow down, remember to take me with ......me next time Jinsha sings"

Fortunately, Wu Wangjing's car stopped at a red light at the intersection, so I stopped one in time, closed the door and said to the driver: "Thank you, follow the car in front of 5584." ”

On November 14, 2013, at 4:08 p.m., there was a drizzle in the sky.

I followed the taxi all the way, watching Wu Wangjing and the woman in the white dress get out of the car and walk into Xuancheng Jiuzhou Hospital.

While I was paying the fare, I thought of something, Dr. Jin was the chief doctor of Jiuzhou Hospital, and dialed his phone: "Hello Brother Jin, at work?"

Dr. Jin's voice on the phone was hearty and pleasant, and when he heard it, he was a northerner, and said, "Mr. Cao, in the hospital, is there something wrong?"

I said, "I'm having trouble with you again, I've been causing you trouble this time, I'll invite you to drink at night." ”

Dr. Jin smiled: "Friends are just used to make trouble, it's okay for you to say." ”

I quickened my pace, and followed Wu Wangjing and the woman in the white dress not far away, "Can you help me find out if there is a patient named Jiang Long in the hospital, it is Jiang Long from the Shangde Martial Arts Pavilion." ”

"Xuancheng Five Tigers?" replied Dr. Kim.

I was delighted, "That's him, you know?"

Doctor Jin paused for a moment on the phone, lowered his voice and said, "Count you, there are already four people inquiring about this Jiang Long today." Apparently, Dr. Kim had walked to a secluded spot and was careful to answer my question, "There's this guy who's in the intensive care unit right now." ”