In his sleep, the phone rang, Qinglin opened his eyes slightly, looked at the hazy sky, and thought about how everyone likes to call while sleeping, and at the same time he got up from the bed as if he was resigned to his fate.

Holding his still sleepy body, he combed the tips of his slightly curled hair with his hands, walked to the telephone, picked up the microphone, and said, "Hey."

"That's... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you to sleep... It's just..."

"It's already, let's make an appointment. ”

"...", perhaps because he didn't think of something he hadn't asked yet, the other party answered, and he was speechless all of a sudden.

"Miss Amy, did you hear that?"

"Ah, I hear you, so it's the same time and place..."

"Got it", Qinglin hung up the phone without hesitation, looking at the dull sound of the ancient clock sitting in the corner of the living room, feeling like a statue that had been dusted for countless years, in this dim space, the bell of centuries ago still echoed, and the aristocratic man stood in front of him, looking at himself.

"You know, it's satisfying for me to be able to watch you like this all the time..."

As he spoke, he wanted to raise his hand to touch Qinglin's face, but Qinglin didn't want to hide, just looked at the aristocratic man in front of him. Just when the somewhat pale hand was about to touch Qinglin's cheek, he still froze, his face became a little painful, and the hand he withdrew clenched tightly.

Turning around and walking to the chair in front of him, he held the back of the chair with both hands, and as the strength increased, the tendons of his hands bulged out. Qinglin looked at the emaciated figure in front of him and could only sigh.

"Hey", with Qinglin's sigh, everything in front of him disappeared without a trace, as if the scene just now was just a dream, and disappeared in his mind the moment he woke up, and only the remaining part of the memory filled every corner of his body.

After standing in the living room for a few minutes, the sky was almost dawn, but even so, the whole house still did not light up, as if it was covered with a veil, waiting for someone to lift it.

At this time, Qinglin didn't want to indulge the light, "It's too bright to dream...", said and walked back to the bedroom, went to bed and fell asleep again, the eyes that had been closed suddenly opened, but thinking that I had to go to work today, I slept with peace of mind, I really don't know if it's to rest assured that no one bothers me, or...

The eyelids that slowly closed brought darkness and a trace of dreams, and with even breathing, Qinglin fell asleep again.

On the other hand, I pushed open the door of my house and welcomed my own day. Driving the car, blowing the wind, I feel like I'm back to the old days, and I'm in a good mood.

People always meet at the intersection or at the door of their place of work, and when they look at the car they are familiar with coming from the corner, they feel from the bottom of their hearts that this is the right place for them.

drove to the parking place together, and the people in the car got out of the car together, "Morning, Bai Wen!"

"Haha, it's been a long time since I've seen you still so energetic", he said and walked over from the car, put his arm around my shoulder, "How are you doing, boy".

"I'm not small anymore", said Wu Zhong and looked at the big man next to him a little angrily, "I'm okay..."

"It's not like what you kid said, say it again!"

Looking at Bai Wen with a serious face, Wu Chong suddenly laughed, "Haha, I'm fine, really good."

When Bai Wen heard this, he really patted me hard, "That's right, let's go up."

I feel this kind of care, and my heart is very full. Bai Wen is a partner who handles cases with him, always takes care of himself, and when he entered the police station, he was also brought up by Bai Wen, although he is very big, but his mind is very delicate, and he can always comfort himself when he is frustrated.

"A special sense of security?", I thought inexplicably to myself.

As soon as I walked into the hall of the police station, I felt a special sense of tension, and everyone was busy.

"Brother Wuzhong, you're here"

"You're back"

“…”

There were a lot of greetings, but no one really stopped to talk to me. Wuzhong couldn't help frowning when he looked at this atmosphere, but he didn't know who to ask.

"Isn't this a continuous incident for a long time, it's just this thing" seemed to see my incomprehension, and Bai Wen explained on the side.

"Continuous?"

"You haven't been here, so you may not know that since that big casualty tanker incident, there have been a series of casualties..."

"But doesn't it matter?

"This is still unknown, everyone is just a little nervous about the frequency of recent incidents, and they are ready to go out at any time. ”

"Well...", I also took a look at what happened recently, most of them were injured by two people, and a wide range of fires broke out in residential buildings in the next three days, except for the fuel tanker. No matter how you look at it, it's a very ordinary event, how can it be so taken seriously... That is not true In fact, there are more events that have happened than imagined, and I who suddenly reacted looked at Bai Wen beside me.

And Bai Wen on the side saw Wu Chong, who suddenly looked at him, and nodded heavily with his eyes looking at Wu Chong, as if Shi understood the meaning of Wu Chong. Looking at Bai Wen's reaction, I frowned heavily, this kind of thing...

"Now that you've found out, let's work together!"

"Has the minister already given the task?"

"En", Bai Wen looked at Wu Zhong meaningfully, and took Wu Zhong to the minister's office without saying a word.

On the other side, Qinglin woke up listening to the sound of the bell, although there would be a sound in the gap between his mouth, but when his eyes opened, his brows were twisted, as if announcing that the dream just now was not easy at all, like a nightmare. Looking at the dim room, it took a while to slowly get up, get dressed, and go downstairs.

After washing, eating the baked bread slices, the book about Amy next to it, the hot gold font is printed on the dark book cover, and the unique texture reflects the heavy feel. Qinglin touched it slowly, feeling the weight of the material, the weight of the book, and the weight of memory...

Qinglin didn't like his secretary, and he wouldn't open it again after he finished checking it, but would only look at the appearance of the book like this, silently feeling the temperature of the master's memory coming out of the paper.

Turning around and looking at the time, it was time to go out, so he packed up and went out with his book. Just opened the door, the sunlight pierced into Qinglin's eyes, Qinglin squinted his eyes uncomfortably, covered them with his hands, and walked out of the door completely when his eyes gradually got used to it.

Along the way, in addition to the young girls who still cast their eyes, it is the warm wind and the chirping birds, in addition to these natural things, Qinglin seems to ignore everything and feel it comfortably.

When she walked to the fountain, Amy was already waiting there, looking at Amy, who was dressed a little fancy, as if she had been dressed up on purpose. Qinglin walked over and called Amy.

"You... Here we go" in the intermittent sentence, there is some unnatural shyness.

Qinglin looked at Amy, naturally knowing why, and did not answer Amy's words, "Let's go."