On the way back, Ping Yu has been silent, thinking and charming. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, she made a phone call, for her mother, and she consulted:

"Mom——, I'm a mediocre.

How are you and Tan Tan okay?

- I'm fine, Mom, I still have to ask you, the men and women in Daluzhuang here call me Mei Gui, what's the matter?

Don't you know, Mom—you'll always be my real mother, aren't you?

- Got it, okay, let's talk later!"

Hanging up the phone, Ping Xuan was even more silent.

She felt that her thinking was always giving up halfway when she couldn't take shape, and her mood became extremely bad.

After thinking about it carefully, he still felt that he would never be able to return to Tonghai City now, and he had to immediately go to the unit where Fang Sheng had stayed.

It is also necessary to discuss his doubts with the director of this big man.

So, Ping Yu dialed the phone again:

"Mom, it's still me, your most precious daughter!

I can't go home yet, I want to go to the Tuosi Peninsula first!

When I go back, let's talk in detail, it's too late!

I need to know now, please tell me one thing right away.

How, when, where, and first you saw me?

Tell me, you have to tell me, okay?

My—good mom!"

phone, but was decisively hung up by the mother.

Mom was sad and wept.

Hesitating and panicking, should I expose my background?

Pingxuan's soul also began to feel uncomfortable, and a strange and strange feeling came up, I really didn't expect that I would have such an alternative story.

Perhaps, she is a beautiful woman who is deeply rooted in Fang Sheng's soul and will never change, the only woman in her life from beginning to end, so she is so reluctant.

Perhaps, Fang Sheng didn't know that he was that Mei Gui at all, he just felt like that beauty, so he pursued March unswervingly.

Perhaps, he knew very well what he had done, so he deliberately sacrificed himself like this, so that Pingfu would also look for him like him, in order to have a balance in his heart.

Imagination. There are many doubts.

Suddenly, Pingyu's mobile phone rang, and when she saw it, it was her home phone number, and hurriedly answered:

"Mom——, it's me, well, let's talk, I'll listen......"

When Ping Yu hung up the phone in silence, her face was already full of tears, and her heart seemed to be boiling.

The facts told by her mother really made her feel relieved calmly.

It turned out that he was his father, a commander of an arsenal, who was picking up a girl on the side of the road when he passed by the mountains in this area after reporting from the PLA headquarters!

At that time, the beautiful girl was already an amnesiac girl.

The clothes are not wrapped in the body, the face is dirty, the lower body is bleeding, the bones are as thin as firewood, and they can no longer speak, only a pair of large, black eyes will occasionally or round, showing very pitiful, sluggish and clear.

When her mother saw her, she only had a pair of beautiful and slender eyes, and she was still complaining, as if she was telling one grievance or bitter story after another.

Therefore, her mother never asked others to ask about her life experience, and she never looked for her in the past, because her mother liked her, and she said that she was a daughter born when she lived in Chongqing in the past.

After he was born, he was raised by his grandmother.

Now the old man has passed away, so he has come back to live with his parents.

Maybe it's because the arsenal is stationed in the deep mountains and old forests, or maybe it's the majesty of my father's side, in short, no one knows where he was born.

Later, my father transferred his job to Tonghai City, a more unfamiliar place, so his inexplicable life experience was covered up seamlessly, and even he had no doubt, except for the vague memory fragments before the age of thirteen, which made people feel weird.

As for age, it is entirely estimated by the adoptive parents.

Her father made three trips to Chongqing to get her a hukou.

Since there is bleeding from the lower body, it means that he was sexually assaulted back then.

But why did I have virgin blood when I first met Fang Sheng in the hotel shady? Could it be that my mother, who is an obstetrician and gynecologist, had made up for herself?

Could it really be Fang Sheng-Tu Die who gave himself two physical and mental injuries?

Ping Shu called his mother again: "Mom-you, when I was young, did you have that kind of surgery to make up for any kind of membrane?"

- Really!

Oh - okay - okay - I see. Bye. ”

weird, the biological parents who always thought they were biological have become adoptive parents.

The body, which I always thought was as pure as jade, was actually destroyed twice.

Past and present lives, fate.

Is this what is called love or bad fate?

But as an adult, Fang Sheng is at least a considerate man, right?

After all, he used to advocate relish, and orderly, and treated women more conscientiously and warmly, not like a despicable thug at all.

No, a pervert won't change his greed and tyranny.

It's just one set in front of the face and one set behind the scenes.

Tan Tan's birth was confirmed with ironclad evidence.

The so-called nature is hard to change!

It is difficult for a person to completely change personal preferences, living habits and cultural accumulation, especially whether men have traditional aesthetics and a sense of responsibility to society.

The spirituality of life is just this seed-like return.

It is only at the end that I suddenly realize the true meaning of life.

There are all kinds of signs that Mei Gui is Pingfu, but Pingfu does have no coherent and deep memory of the years before the age of thirteen.

I must say that there is, but it is just a fragmented fragment or picture, and it has never been annotated by her very seriously.

What misfortune did I encounter before? I was so miserable that I didn't know the existence of my biological parents, where are I now?

Chasing the train into the mountain that day, how did the young Mei Gui break up with Tu Die-Fang Sheng?

What's going on?

Thinking about it carefully, in this world, the thing that Ping Yu regrets the most is that she has never done anything filial to her biological father who she once thought she had, and her father gave up the world, almost giving her a chance to perform.

And that year, my father had just turned 60 years old and passed away forever.

Whenever Ping Yu thinks about it, she wants to cry, she wants to cry happily, for her loving father.

Pingshu's desire to cry was even stronger now, and her heart ached.

Just let her tears pour down until her throat choked. Choke with sobs. Choke with sobs.

Once, when she climbed the tree again, ready to pick red and sweet lychees to eat, her father's car came over, she was nervous, and she jumped from the lychee tree seven or eight meters high without having time to think about it, and as a result, her leg and foot were sprained and she couldn't walk for two months, but her father never blamed her once, but often rode or drove her to the health center for treatment.

At that time, my father actually had a smile on his face, jumped out of the car, walked to her side, picked up the lychees that she had picked, put on the ground, neatly placed, and had been red, and ate them deliciously, one after another, until more than ten crystal clear, bright red and beautiful little lychees were all killed, and then he stood up and said with a smile:

"Girl, happy and sad, right?

Let's go, let Daddy take care of the injury. ”

Because her father never ate anything delicious from her, and often brought her some particularly rare food and candy when he came back from a business trip, so in that era when the spirit and food were also poor, she has always been the most envied object among children, just like a little foreigner and rag doll who is especially liked by others.

Now that she thinks about it, those more than ten red lychees have become the only thing that Ping Yu has picked with her own hands to honor her father, how can she not remember it now without tears in her eyes?

I hated myself for being ignorant at the time, and I even slandered my father in front of my mother, making my mother laugh and scold my father:

"A man, a bit of an adult!

It's not a shame to grab food with girls!

Why don't you know to go to the doctor first!"

At that time, I often hung out with other boys.

When I came back, I was always covered in dust, which made the brand-new corduroy velvet red-faced and black-spotted clothes very dirty.

When my father saw it, he always pretended to be very angry, and seemed to be so angry that he grabbed her arm, pressed down her body, and then raised his right hand high, as if he couldn't beat you and wouldn't stop.

Unexpectedly, when my father's hand fell on his hips, it turned into a gentle pat of dust and elastic soil for her.

Her mother was more than stern and lacked humor, so she and her father formed a united front and often crowded her mother.

Once, for example, she took her mother's new sewing machine, which was a large family item that no one else had back then, and cut it with a knife on the brand new countertop, just because she and her friends were arguing or showing who was more daring.

As a result, it is conceivable that the friends were all beaten by their own mothers, but no one admitted their mistakes.

Only her mother did not beat her badly, because she thought that she could not have done such a bad thing.

Later, when he saw that his mother was going to continue to track down the saboteurs, and every household went to inquire, it was very likely that he would be beaten by his mother or father again.

"Mom, don't, don't, don't go to them!

It's me, it's really me who cut it!

I just want to tell them that I'm more daring than them~"

Later, the parents did it together in the summer night, and when they talked about this matter, they still laughed in unison when they mentioned these things:

"Ping's parents are too eccentric, and we all inexplicably beat up the children who admit or don't admit their mistakes, but they have never been slapped in the face!"

Ping Fu has a lot of thoughts, and his heart fluctuates. Her adoptive parents' home gave her too much love, too much affection.

Although blood is thicker than water, who can say that there is no essence in her blood.

The family environment, literacy and atmosphere of giving birth to children naturally create a person's personality, literacy and quality to a large extent.

Maybe forgetting the past events can achieve great things.

Heine once said, "The real madness is precisely wisdom itself, because it is tired of exposing the shame of the world all the time, and it wisely decides to become a madman." ”

No, some people describe it this way, that the madman is a defective product of nature, a mistake of God.

Prominent people are paying attention to and digging into human nature, such as García Márquez.

Madmen are making world history, like Napoleon.

Everything is in the past, starting from the beginning.

After all, life is short, and when life is about to end, you can hold up the base of your life with your heroism, or you can also write heroic deeds like others, achieve your own career and life, and make yourself a strange person, a master in the eyes of others, which is not unmissable.

Ping Fu comforted himself.

Or maybe he is a natural psychic, with particularly strong spiritual vision, as long as he concentrates, fantasizes, and fantasizes, he can meet and tryst with ghosts?

Ping Yu pondered, if it is really easy to meet the soul, then ask the ghost to come now, I want to know the truth.

A confident and adventurous shrewd woman, there are naturally many admirers around her, but Ping Fu finally understands that she has a soft spot for the only one in her life, the unsentimental Fang Sheng or Tu Die.

Perhaps, only by continuing to find Fang Sheng can it be possible to know everything and completely solve the mystery.

Ping Fu couldn't help but think of Fang Sheng's appearance, and his face began to turn pale.

Fortunately, none of the police officers at the police station in the same car noticed her unpredictable changes.

And Ping Yu seemed to be awakened to every cell of himself, and felt that every corner of the world might have a brilliant and brilliant golden wall, but also an anxious emptiness, cunning and cold.

Every life is just a lonely symbol, reverberating in its own idyllic scenery, unpredictable and unimaginable.

Men and women who have passed the age of thirty are really a precarious and uneasy age.

Career crisis, family crisis, physical crisis, psychological crisis, every hurdle is in dire straits, and every step of the road is bumpy, like a bottleneck, which must be coldly and desperately crowded through.

Okay, everything goes smoothly, it's better, it's worse, everything repeats the mistakes of the past, and everything is over.

People, people, are always so hard and toiling.

Life has to go on, and you have to walk on your own.

Ping Fu suddenly looked back and felt that he had actually come out of the workaholic crime-solving mania to find himself once.

Yes, who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going? The most profound philosophical questions that need to be pondered in life.

At this moment, it suddenly became clear.

Just be a woman who sticks to her beliefs, catch up with your own thoughts and judgments, and act quickly.

Ping Yu took out a thick black diary that she always carried with her, and asked her colleagues at the police station to sign and leave her phone.

This is a professional habit of hers, and everywhere she goes, she will leave the contact information of two colleagues in at least one place for future needs.

Who knows if there will be any more cases in the future that require the help of others? Moreover, this good habit and experience in the workplace always gives her generous rewards.

At the same time, she also warmly invited her colleagues from the police station to come to Tonghai City to find her when they have the opportunity or have a case in the future, and she will be warmly welcomed.

It's as if she's completely forgotten that a minute ago, she still has the heart to open up another world to gallop.

Maybe subconsciously, she will always be a criminal policeman.

After all, there are too many opportunities for criminal police officers to travel.

As a result, the criminal police in the world are one family, which has become the consensus of each other.