Speaking of Caijia, Meng Qianyang's eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.

Caijia saved money to buy a house, and she should be in a good mood now, but the money she was going to buy a house was empty, and it is likely to be used for investment — for example, to buy shares in the company.

You have to remind Sister Jia to slow down a little longer, and buy it while the boss is cleaning up Long Jie, so that you can buy it to the lowest point.

Meng Qianyang hurriedly turned around and went out to remind Caijia, but suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly trotted back and handed the envelope in his hand to Mo Chunshan.

"What is this?" Mo Chunshan took it and asked as he opened the envelope.

After a few seconds, he took out a few thin pieces of paper from the envelope inside, and read out three familiar words: "Who is He Wan'er?"

Meng Qianyang said meaningfully: "I've seen it four times, boss, you still don't remember people's names?"

Mo Chunshan tilted his head slightly, four times?

It seems that not only that, but it should be added again - if it was she who was the one who crossed the road in a hurry and was almost hit by his car on the sunset and bloody evening before the National Day.

Expressionless, he tossed the pieces of paper aside and said, "Take it." ”

Meng Qianyang blushed and shouted with an exaggerated expression: "Don't be like this, take a look! I've brought it all, I know you want to see it." ”

Mo Chunshan glanced at him, turned around and picked up his laptop, sat on the sofa next to him, and continued to read the information of the Zhuhai-Hong Kong-Macao Bridge.

Seeing that Mo Chunshan could not be persuaded to do so, Meng Qianyang simply picked up the information, coughed pretendically, and read it aloud: "He Guan'er, 29 years old this year, his mother is of Russian nationality, and his father He Shaoyang, Han nationality, ancestral home of Haidong Province, is a descendant of cadres who aid Tibet, and he originally did a good job in the criminal police brigade, but for some reason he was suddenly transferred to a police station at the junction of urban and rural areas, and died in the process of arresting a fugitive eleven years ago. ”

Meng Qianyang shook his head as he said: "When He Shaoyang died, it was just before He Guaner's college entrance examination, and then He Guaner was admitted to the police academy, it seems that he wanted his daughter to inherit his father's business, and later graduated as an outstanding graduate, and he also made a speech at the graduation ceremony." However, as you can see, she didn't act as a police officer and was refused to join the criminal police team. ”

Mo Chunshan had a look of surprise on his face, but he still didn't speak.

Meng Qianyang knew that he had successfully attracted his attention, and smiled triumphantly: "Before He Wan'er graduated, he had already decided to return here to join the criminal police detachment, but before returning to Gyeongju to join the company, he accidentally met a wanted sexual assault murderer. I don't know what happened, but in the process of arrest, she beat the person to serious injuries, both legs were crushed and fractured, and the head contusion left disabled. However, that person had four lives on his back, and he couldn't escape the proper death penalty, and he was executed less than a year after he was caught and tried quickly. As for He Wan'er's hurtful things, he did some Spring and Autumn penmanship to become infinite defense, and he was not investigated. ”

Mo Chunshan was silent, but his expression changed slightly when he heard the murderer.

Meng Qianyang was still chattering: "If something like this happened, of course she couldn't be a policeman, so she became a reporter again." After less than three years in the newspaper, he squeezed out his boss and became the editor-in-chief, which is a ruthless character. ”

After talking about his career, let's talk about He Waner's love life. There is an old saying that people should not be disgraced, He Guaner looked at Bing Qingyujie, in fact, there are many rumors. She had a boyfriend in college, who was said to be a talent, but before graduation, she dumped the man for her career and married a new love, and made a big fuss. As for her after she arrived at the newspaper, I made a preliminary estimate that there were at least a dozen or so scandals with her, all of whom had noses and eyes, and I heard that there was an ambiguous relationship with her teacher. ”

The more Meng Qianyang said, the more his interest grew.

He meaningfully twisted the thin stack of papers in his hand and pointed in the direction of Mo Chunshan: "With good looks, figure, ambition and ability, it is still a veritable disaster." Boss, it's very difficult, do you want to overcome it?"

"Have you finished speaking?" Mo Chunshan finally said.

"It's coming soon," Meng Qianyang stretched out his voice, "There are still a few small questions in He Wan'er's file that make me feel weird. First, she had a car accident and suffered from severe aphasia after the accident......"

Mo Chunshan was already impatient to listen, and his voice was slightly deep: "Shut up, don't hinder me from reading the material." ”

Seeing that he was about to get angry, Meng Qianyang finally became serious and didn't dare to laugh anymore.

It's just that he thought about it, leaned over and approached Mo Chunshan's ear, and whispered, "No." ”

"What?" Mo Chunshan glanced at him suspiciously.

"He Wan'er," Meng Qianyang's hand quickly moved down to the position of his left chest and heart, "She has no wounds here." ”

Mo Chunshan remained silent, but his eyelids trembled slightly.

Meng Qianyang continued: "The doctor I asked to give her an electrocardiogram before, let alone her heart, there are no obvious traces of knife wounds on her body. ”

That day, when he met He Guaner and fainted, Meng Qianyang sent her to the hospital, and the car was parked at the entrance of the hospital, and he got out of the car to call the doctor in the emergency room, but the moment he returned to the car and opened the car door, he wanted to poke himself blind.

He actually saw Mo Chunshan's right hand touching the bow on He Wan'er's neckline, and it seemed as if he was about to untie the bow.

He was startled at the time, first thinking that the boss was a man after all, and he would also be interested, but after a long time, he looked back and figured out what the problem was.

So he made his own claim and investigated He Wan'er's background without Mo Chunshan's instructions.

It's just that the results of the investigation show that He Wan'er is not the one who is, and I don't know whether this result is good or bad for Mo Chunshan.

"Brother Chunshan, if Xiaocao is as you said, then even if Xiaocao is still alive, she is not Xiaocao. Meng Qianyang was rarely serious, and his voice was quiet like never before, "However, after so many years, you should also let go." ”

A few minutes later, Meng Qianyang closed the door and went out, poured water for Mo Chunshan before leaving, and put the medicine he should take on the table.

Mo Chunshan still held his notebook, focusing on the computer screen on the winding and spectacular sea-crossing bridge. He grabbed a handful of medicine and put it in his mouth, took a large sip of water from the cup, and swallowed it.

Unexpectedly, one of them got stuck in the throat, and as soon as the warm water washed the medicine grains and dispersed, the medicine foam was stuck there, and no matter how much water I drank, it couldn't wash away the bitter taste.

The medicine is bitter, but it is really bitter to the heart. After a few minutes, the bitter taste dissipated, and Mo Chunshan picked up the computer again, but he didn't know why he didn't have the heart to work anymore.

The boredom in my heart became more and more intense, and my temples were faintly painful.

He closed the computer, rubbed his eyebrows lightly, and the emotions that he had been suppressing finally erupted, and the immature but deep outline of a girl surfaced in his mind.

After all, I listened to it.

Mo Chunshan smiled self-deprecatingly, and muttered: "Sure enough, where did it come from in this world." ”

The word "in case", the four paintings that add up to the simplest, can carry the unrealistic luck of countless people.

He thought he was the one who was sane and sober, and he was never afraid to face the bleakness of life, but that day He Wan'er fainted in front of him, he caught a glimpse of her unconscious face, saw her picturesque eyebrows, black sideburns, and strange red cheeks, because of high fever, shortness of breath, and violent ups and downs in her heart.

And that small tear mole is particularly conspicuous.

At that moment, the name he had been looking for for years appeared in his mind, and a question swirled.

What if, really?

In just a few minutes from C1 to the hospital, his reason was gradually eroded by memories, and when he came back to his senses, his fingers were about to touch the bow on her neckline, that is, Meng Qianyang saw the scene of his gaffe.

In fact, whether it is age, place of origin, accent, or identity and personality, there is no place where she and that name can match. To him, He Wan'er is a complete stranger.

Only the black mole on the ear and a small tear mole in the corner of the eye just match the person in the memory.

Of course it couldn't be her, he had long understood it - the greenhouse flowers that grew up in Gyeongju, although not lucky, could never be the withered weed in the depths of the desert.

More than ten years later, he can still see in his dreams that the knife pierced deep into her chest, crimson blood flowing out of her heart, saw the endless stream of blood melt the ice and snow under her and merge with the wasteland, and saw her sink to the bottom of the water, and her life disappeared with the flowing water.

You can even clearly see that when everything is calm, there is a strange pink on the thin ice on the river.

Mo Chunshan put down his computer and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the Quling River below.

It must have been too tired lately, so he was so fragile that he was knocked down by the virus, so fragile that he began to reminisce uncontrollably.