"So, the city bureau has determined that he died by accident?" Huang An's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly, and his straight back slowly leaned on the sofa. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The male voice from the microphone said in a certain tone, "Yes, and Ding Xiangzhong took it over halfway, and then transferred it to someone else to be responsible, and there is no one in charge of this matter in the city bureau at present, it shouldn't be Zhang Changhe's ghost." ”

Huang An's fingers tapped lightly on his knees, Liu Xuemei's unexpected disappearance gave him great psychological pressure, and he almost couldn't sleep at night during this time, and even found that his hair fell down one by one.

"The body was found on October 4th, which means that she has been missing for nearly ten days, what was found in her residence?"

"After the report was made, the first batch of people from the city bureau were all veterans of the criminal police team, and the manpower on our side did not enter the house to investigate. According to neighbors, the woman was often seen walking on the embankment at night, and the flood was not small that night......"

Hanging up the phone, Huang An stretched out his thumb and slowly pressed his temple, although the facts were in front of him, he was still skeptical. If this incident was done by Zhang Changhe, then Liu Xuemei, a witness, would theoretically never have died, but the night before the incident, when all the preparations had been completed, she suddenly fell into the water and died, such an accident still made Huang An quite suspicious.

But for the time being, it can only be like this, although Feng Wei'an is allowed to take over as the secretary-general of the municipal government, but at least within the municipal government, Feng Wei'an has no right to speak, at best, he is a chess piece for Zhang Changhe to explore the way, Huang An sighed slightly, the coming day is long, let's take a look.

The autumn wind blows through the grove on the already bare campus from time to time, only a few maple trees in front of the teaching building still make a sound under the shaking of the wind, the golden leaves weave a natural and beautiful carpet on the ground, a few girls laugh and chase back and forth on it, and even a junior high school child rolls on it, amusing the teachers who pass by in a hurry.

Feng Yiming took off his gloves and stuffed them to Zhang Jingjing, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile: "Did you get what you wanted in this high school entrance examination?" Zhang Jingjing, whose English score has been suppressed by Feng Yiming, got a full score in the English test of the high school entrance examination this time.

The girl rolled her eyes and said hatefully: "I don't appreciate your affection, you wrote two whole sheets of English composition, and they were spread throughout the whole grade, otherwise it would be a tie at most." ”

The topic of this English essay is about introducing China to American students, Feng Yiming came to be interested, quoted scriptures and classics, and sighed with emotion.

Feng Yiming's introduction to classical Chinese culture, his satire on American antiques that are no older than 300 years, and his anger and accusations about the attack on the Yugoslav embassy in China just last year all gave English teachers a headache.

This is the first time that he has attracted a wide range of attention from teachers and students in the city No. 1 Middle School, except for the playground, Feng Yiming laughed a few times and said: "It's December soon, are you cold on the bicycle road? ”

"No, my mom said, now that there is more homework, the daily exercise has stopped, and cycling is also a good way to exercise. ”

"That's right, Auntie is right. ”

The girl sensitively noticed that Feng Yiming's gaze was revolving around her waist and legs, seeing that there was no one on the side, and she reached out and grabbed the boy's cheek in embarrassment, "What do you have in your head!

Feng Yiming slurred his speech, and begged for mercy with a hippie smile, saying: "I don't care about you, besides, I don't even know what I have in my head, how do you know it's dirty?"

Zhang Jingjing was angry, the boy begged for mercy loudly, looking at the red marks on his cheeks, the girl turned around softly, and the last glance seemed to be resentful, and the long hair fluttered, falling in Feng Yiming's eyes.

Watching the girl ride out of the school gate, Feng Yiming hurried home, in the past two months, all his free time has been lost to this aircraft carrier model, even if he has made a similar model in his previous life, but after all, there are no ready-made drawings, and it is naturally very difficult.

And not only do you have to avoid your parents, but you also have to deal with the headache-inducing blind commands of Zhang Miao and Ye Zizi from time to time, and it wasn't until a few days ago that the rough skeleton was released, and the rest was filled and the details behind.

As soon as a few fighter models were carefully set up, he heard the sound of the door opening outside, Feng Yiming packed up his things, opened the door, and saw that his father, who had not even entered the living room and went straight to the kitchen, came over, and said with a bored face: "Yiming, what time will you come back, it's been more than an hour after school, and you're doing your homework?" ”

Knowing that because he was too busy during this time and often didn't cook dinner, his foodie father had been dissatisfied for a long time, Feng Yiming said casually: "The results of the high school entrance examination this time are out, and I am the fourth in age." Dad, tell me, what kind of homework are you going to do with this grade?"

Since Feng Yiming's academic performance has skyrocketed, Feng Wei'an's sense of uneasiness has become stronger and stronger, and his son is less and less concerned about himself, and he is considered to be in the second place at home, that is, Feng's mother does not have pets, otherwise he will have to drop one place in the ranking, Feng Wei'an slapped the table angrily when he thought of this, and shouted: "I tell you Feng Yiming, you be careful not to fall into my hands." Dinner ...... tonight."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yiming had already lazily interrupted, "Mom said, eat corn paste tonight." ”

Feng Wei'an smacked his lips, feeling a little painful, the taste of corn paste is too bad, that is, it can fill his stomach. Since the resumption of the college entrance examination and going to college, I haven't eaten until the past two years, Feng's mother has to engage in some tricks of green coarse grains and healthy eating.

Feng Yiming didn't care too much, after all, after experiencing the poisonous milk and paper mutton in his previous life, he was full of yearning for the real green food now.

Half an hour later, Feng Wei'an stood at the door of the kitchen, looked at his wife who was in a hurry, and asked in fear: "Do you put salt? Do you want to put some vegetables?"

Feng's mother, who claimed that it had been completed and was scooping corn paste into the bowl, stared at her for a moment, and then woke up, "Oops, I forgot to put salt!"

After waiting for a while, dinner was on the table, just after eating the first bite, Feng Yiming chewed in his mouth for a while, and then swallowed it expressionlessly, the taste was rough This is no way, but the corn flour has not melted at all, it is still condensed piece by piece, obviously less salt, no taste at all, and the most important thing is that there is less water, too hard and too dry to swallow.

After eating the food that his son had cooked for nearly a year, and then looking back to relive the old dream, no, it was a nightmare, Feng Wei'an's eyes were faintly filled with tears, and he turned his head to look at Feng Yiming's gaze for the first time.