After a weekend of fermentation, the attempted jumping incident above the canopy exploded early on Monday morning, Fei Du had not yet walked out of the parking lot, and had been chased and intercepted by two groups of circles, and he found that he had become an Internet celebrity.

Mr. Fei held half a cup of "London fog" that had been cold, pondered in his office for a while, and felt that money could not be spent in vain, and people could not be white, so he beckoned to the secretary and asked her to use the topic to play and find someone from the marketing department to do a special project on corporate social responsibility in the name of the company.

The secretary took a notebook and crackled down his whims, and before leaving, she stopped talking for a long time, her eyes were red, and then she cautiously asked: "Mr. Fei, is what you said on the canopy true?" ”

"Huh?" Ferry

The flush of the secretary's eyes immediately spread to his face, smacked, turned around and left.

"Hey, wait," Fei Du stopped her with a smile, "Is there a dinner in the company that needs me to sell my hue today?" ”

The secretary who had wasted her mother's love rolled her eyes: "No, we don't need this precious intangible asset for the time being." ”

"That's good," Fei Du immediately pulled off the blazer he was draped over and closed his notebook, "Then I'll go out and call if I have something." ”

Half an hour later, Fei Du had already picked up He's mother from the hospital and rushed to the city bureau together.

After all, Wang Xiujuan was seriously ill and not young, after such a great sorrow, she was left in the hospital for observation for a weekend, and then she was reluctantly discharged from the hospital to pick up He Zhongyi's body.leenu/books/44/44055/

Lots of makeup.

The death of a teenager in a foreign land was linked to a major drug trafficking/drug case that shocked the whole country, and the Yancheng City Bureau had to set up a joint working group with the Commission for Discipline Inspection to work overtime day and night.

In contrast, the murder of He Zhongyi has not received so much attention. Only Luo Wenzhou, Tao Ran, Lang Qiao and a few other people who took over the case at the beginning were responsible for the follow-up finishing work.

The grooming of He Zhongyi's corpse had been sorted out, and it didn't look as terrifying as when he was first found on the side of the road, and his face was covered with the serenity of the makeup artist's far-fetched words.

Several colleagues of Zhao Yulong and He Zhongyi spontaneously came over to help, and Ma Xiaowei also appeared under the supervision of Xiao Haiyang and another policeman.

Zhang Donglai didn't know if it was due to pressure or what, he showed up solemnly halfway, and saw Wang Xiujuan supported by Fei Du from a distance, his boss shook his head uncomfortably, walked over with his hands and feet, nodded at Wang Xiujuan stiffly, and said: "Auntie, your son really didn't kill me." ”

Others are tall and big, and Wang Xiujuan took half a step back in fear.

Zhang Donglai thought about it again: "But I did beat him......"

Fei Du glanced at him coldly, Zhang Donglai rubbed his nose awkwardly, closed his mouth and didn't dare to say more, and made a gesture of invitation to He Mu.

He Mu Wang Xiujuan is very thin, every time Fei Du talks to her, he has to bend down slightly, looking extremely gentle, he sent Zhang Donglai with a look, attached to He Mu's ear and said: "If you really can't do it, I can do the rest of the formalities for you." ”

Wang Xiujuan shook her head with difficulty, and then, she broke away from Fei Du's hand, staggered forward a few steps, suddenly remembered something, and turned around and asked, "Has my family made a mistake in loyalty?" Did he do anything bad? ”

Fei Du lowered his eyelashes and looked at her, and after a while, he said softly but firmly, "No, Auntie." ”

Zhao Haochang is very cunning, sensational, smuggling, and changing the concept perfectly, after listening to his statement, it only makes people feel that the whole society is a big mud pit, and only he is a white lotus flower that is not stained by the mud and blooms under persecution.

Only by relying on Lang Qiao and them to pick up clues outside the court, coupled with Luo Wenzhou's repeated deception, can they get a little truth out of his mouth and piece together a tattered ins and outs.

With hope and pressure, He Zhongyi came to the hustle and bustle of Yancheng from a remote mountain village, and he saw a dazzling traffic full of red men and green women, and teenagers and girls of his age entering and leaving the campus with youthful youth, walking on the street, everyone could go directly into the street to shoot the camera.

And he is a newcomer, without relatives and no reason, he can only live in the most dilapidated house, stepping on the mud every day, accompanied by the smell of sewers to and from work and renting houses, except for the middle-aged people who are in the twilight, they are a bunch of bastards who don't learn well, and they are all kinds of bastards.

But he counted the accounts in the notebook with his fingers crossed every day, saving money, and was reluctant to waste a minute, always wanting to do more, so that he could pay off the money owed to others as soon as possible, treat his sick and crooked mother, and occasionally fantasize that he would one day be able to gain a foothold in this city.

He has admired a person since he was a child, and although he strictly abides by the agreement with the other party and never tells anyone about his savings, he still can't help but want to get closer to him. Brother Fengnian avoided him, He Zhongyi thought about it, and felt that it might be because he was too poor, this huge Yancheng, running around every day, who is easy? Of course, I don't want a poor relative who comes to fight the autumn breeze twice in three days. He had to carefully maintain basic contact with the man, occasionally greetings, and then desperately save money.

Greetings are necessary, even if others don't like to talk to them - because they have borrowed money from others, there is no reason to cut ties with them.

He managed to save enough money for his first time. 20,000 yuan, not enough for the young masters to spoil a bottle of wine, but it is already the largest deposit in his life, he has to be very careful to put it away, he doesn't dare to show it, and he doesn't dare to let anyone see it, because there are always roommates with unclean hands and feet around him. The money is not practical in his own hands, He Zhongyi always wants to be at ease early, but Brother Fengnian is not easy to contact, so he has no choice but to find Zhang Ting - he happened to see her by Brother Fengnian.leenu/books/44/44053/

Immortal Shao, we'll see.

He Zhongyi mustered up the courage to talk to her, and stammered hoping to find out the whereabouts of the eldest brother from her, but he didn't expect it to scare the girl.

Because a strange man with a courteous attitude is not terrible, only poor and undignified are terrible.

The girl's violent reaction drew him a stinky beating, which was nothing, but the man watched from the sidelines, calmly pulling the frame and dissuading him without raising his head, as if he had never seen him before. It wasn't until that moment that He Zhongyi realized that Brother Fengnian might really not want to have a fellow countryman like him.

They are not relatives, nor friends, and they are more like mud ideas, thrown on other people's spotless white shirts, and they can't be washed off. Even if the other party stuffed him with a new mobile phone very perfunctorily afterwards.

He Zhongyi thought, when the money is repaid, he will no longer contact him.

Once, during the delivery, he saw Brother Fengnian and his friends chatting and laughing not far away, this time, he took the initiative to avoid them, did not come forward to ask for suspicion, and accidentally heard that they were going to a place called "Chengguang Mansion" to warm up.

He Zhongyi's body was covered with a white cloth and carried out. Wang Xiujuan's eyes were instantly bloodshot, and her knees were soft and she sat on the ground, and everyone hurriedly came over to set her up.

Her muddy tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, soaked to the gray sideburns, and grabbed the cuffs of a person next to her: "I taught him to treat others well and be real, did I teach him wrong?" ”

No one could answer the question, so they had to remain silent.

Wang Xiujuan's cultural level is limited, and the appraisal book is basically incomprehensible, so Tao Ran had to wait for her to calm down a little, ask her to sit down, read it to her one by one, explain it word by word, and after explaining one sentence, Wang Xiujuan nodded her head indifferently.

She didn't cry, but sat quietly to the side, shedding long, unending tears.

Zhang Donglai lowered his head and rubbed to Fei Du's side, kicked the pebbles on the ground with his toes, scratched his ears and cheeks, and said, "Fei Ye, Tingting asked me to inquire...... Ahem, what the is going on! My second uncle is going to be transferred because of this and will retire to the second line ahead of schedule, is our family too old this year? ”

Fei Du looked at Wang Xiujuan a few steps away, and suddenly asked, "Have you found that gray striped tie?" ”

Zhang Donglai was stunned: "What? ”

"There's no need to look for it, that tie is now in the city bureau," Mr. Fei said, "and there are traces of the victim He Zhongyi's blood and your fingerprints, which were picked up from your car and reported." ”

Zhang Donglai opened his mouth, dumbfounded for a long time, his rusty brain finally ran through the long reflex arc, vaguely understood Fei Du's words, he stretched out his hand in a daze, brushed the hair that came out from the front of his forehead to the back of his head, and let out a short and powerful sigh: "! ”

Fei Du patted him on the shoulder: "Let Tingting stop asking, stop the loss in time." ”

"Wait, wait," Zhang Donglai waved his hand a little dazed, "You mean that...... Then who, stealing my tie and killing someone, will be planted on my head? Is that what you mean? ”

Fei Du glanced at him non-commentably.

"No, it can't be, right? Am I not interesting enough to him, Zhao Haochang? Why can they get on board with your family? It's not all introduced by me! Tingting took him home, and my parents didn't have a problem with him, and they treated him as a new aunt and treated him thoughtfully-what am I doing to get in his way? ”

Fei Du thought for a moment and replied, "Gasp." ”

Zhang Donglai: "......"

Zhang Donglai thought about it for a long time with his limited brain, still in disbelief, and muttered, "It's impossible, I still think it...... Is Luo Wenzhou's goods reliable? How could he ......"

"If Luo Wenzhou's goods are unreliable, the murderer who is now locked up in it and waiting to be prosecuted is you.leenu/books/44/44054/

Unscrupulous fairies. Luo Wenzhou himself slipped behind them at some point and nodded Zhang Donglai, "Young master, let's have a snack." ”

Zhang Donglai was a little afraid of him, when he saw Luo Wenzhou, his legs and stomach turned first, and at this time, he said that the person behind his back was listened to by the main owner, and he didn't even dare to let go of a fart, so he ran away with a frightened face.

Luo Wenzhou slowly came to Fei Du's side, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at the parting of life and death not far away: "What will she do in the future?" ”

"The boss of the Economic and Trade Building took the opportunity to take advantage of the popularity," Fei Du said, "to take the lead in launching a 'Rural Foundation for the Elderly Who Have Lost Independence', which has already been issued, and should be able to cover her future treatment and living expenses." But ......"

But the money can be given, but the people can't come back.

Others can care for her materially, but no one can give her a son back.

"By the way," Luo Wenzhou took out a few photos from the Wen Jiàn folder in his arms, "I'll show you something." ”

The photo shows a fountain pen in the evidence bag, and the texture of the fountain pen can be felt through the lens, and there is an engraved word "Fei" on the lid of the pen: "One of Zhao Haochang's collections, is it familiar, is it yours?" ”

He was expecting to see a little surprise on Mr. Fei's face, but Fei Du only glanced at it, and said without surprise: "It turned out that he was there, and he lost it on Christmas Day last year." ”

Luo Wenzhou: "......"

The date is exactly the same as Zhao Haochang's record, and what he doesn't know can be assumed that it was given to him by Fei Du.

"When I can't find something, I usually know where to put it after a little recollection," Fei Du shrugged, "I can't find it again, it can only be taken away by someone - but there were many employees and guests who came in and out of my office that day, and I didn't say anything for fear of causing unpleasantness." ”

Luo Wenzhou: "Don't you want to know what the label is?" ”

Fei Du shrugged, his gaze fell on the pen photograph - the lens was pulled a little farther away, and it was photographed into the corner of the floor lamp in Zhao Haochang's basement, and the specimen-like tree lamp was quietly lit, like a gaze from far away time and space, forever following the rural youth who changed his name and surname that year.

"I don't really want to," Fei Du said, "I don't have to return it to me after the trial, it smells burnt, I don't want it." ”

After settling Wang Xiujuan, Fei Du didn't say hello to others, left quietly alone, and drove straight to the suburbs.

It was just after evening, and it was a little cloudy, and the cemetery was full of shadows, crows and birds were flying low, and the smell of moist earth was reflected from the ground, and the sleeping dead were watching the living people coming and going.

Fei Du carried a bouquet of lilies, and walked in the footsteps of his seventh year with ease, and came to a somewhat old tombstone. The woman on the tombstone was pale, her eyes were melancholy, and she was enveloped in a fragile beauty, and she looked at him with an unfading color.

Fei Du looked at her for a while, rolled up his sleeves, wiped the tombstone with a fine soft cloth, and then stretched out two fingers, kissed it gently, and printed it on the tombstone, showing a little relieved smile in front of her for the first time.

It was as if the coffin that had been pressed in his heart had finally been pushed out and placed in the empty grave, and the dust had settled.

Luo Wenzhou watched him leave from a distance, and then walked over like a thief, put down a handful of feverfew, and bowed to the woman on the tombstone.

He communicated silently with the owner of the tomb for a while, and was about to leave, when suddenly, his face was cold, and it rained in the suburbs without warning.

Luo Wenzhou didn't bring an umbrella, "tsk", and was about to cover his head with his arms and run out in the rain, but as soon as he raised his hand, a black shadow opened on his head.

Luo Wenzhou was taken aback, and turned around suddenly-Fei Du didn't know when he went and returned, and he was holding an umbrella, looking at him with a somewhat complicated expression.