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With the canopy, this year's Chinese New Year's Eve was not a good time for Mu Qingqing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the false alarm the night before, Ah Rat's body was found by Xiao Ke's side, as if to indicate that something happened to this criminal group, such as infighting, and the possibility of retaliation against her has also greatly increased, according to the general law, such a time, it is often the easiest time to find the other party's traces, whether it is revenge or escape, there will always be a little clue, but in the past two days, the silver tiger and his gang have evaporated as if the world has evaporated, and some clues that can be vaguely touched are broken in the air, Disappeared without a trace.

The case could not be solved, the Chinese New Year's Eve came again, the big guys were on vacation, she was like a child abandoned on the street, and her heart was empty. In fact, it's not mainly for the case, she doesn't have any friends here, everyone leaves one after another in the morning, she doesn't know where to run, can't she go home to watch a TV series, so throughout the afternoon, she sat in the empty office and sorted out the case several times.

In fact, of course, the entire public security bureau is not without people, but at this time, the person who arranged the duty is not a system with her, and she is not familiar with it before, and it doesn't matter if she gets together to play cards at this time, to put it bluntly, it is necessary to be reserved, especially in this kind of way, there is no need to let others find themselves alone in a foreign land as a stranger - quite a petty bourgeois mood.

So a person happily sorted out the files in the office until half past five, called the family and a few friends to greet the New Year, and then drove away, passing through the intersection that he passed every day to look at the vegetable market, under the gradually darkening sky, the streets were basically gone, and the lights were on in every household, and the small cart selling sugar fried chestnuts was still parked in the snow.

Should I tell him to go back......

Such a thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately shook her head, stepped on the accelerator and left, even if she ran over and said it, most of it was in vain, if she pushed his car away, she would have to risk being hit by a shovel, and it would be too difficult to meet him when he was a little more normal and able to communicate.

Listening to the other party's sudden opening the night before, after a slight hesitation, she first hurried up to ask, that is, the other party's name, sure enough, it still had an effect, listened to her inquiry, the fool hesitated at the door of the bedroom for a while, rubbed his forehead with his hand, and then said three words a little hoarsely, but after that, no matter how he asked, the other party did not respond, and returned to the world of contemplation, but this at least proves that the other party is actually not stupid, Rather, it should be some kind of mental illness caused by a headache.

When I think about it, the name is so simple and ordinary that I don't know how many people in China call it...... Gu Jiaming...... It's no wonder that I feel a little familiar when I hear it, I guess I've heard someone with this name before...... I got home all the way, changed my clothes, and took out all kinds of meat and vegetables that I had already stocked up on from the refrigerator. Chinese New Year, it was more ideal to make a small hot pot to eat alone, but the problem is that there is no stove for a small hot pot, and you can only give up, while watching TV and waiting for darkness to choose vegetables and wash vegetables, and then put the cutting board on the coffee table like that and chop, and prepare all kinds of things one by one when the Spring Festival Gala opens.

Then, the highlight of the night really came......

Turn on the gas, light the fire, put the oil into the pot before it is hot, she frowned, up and down like a puppy, this gas stove has not been used for a long time, the plastic pipe leaks gas, looking at the small bowls in the kitchen, she was dumbfounded.

It's a great night, I don't know if it's okay to stick it with plastic tape...... It's hard to describe the mood, she was busy in the kitchen, and then she went back to the living room to watch TV a little helplessly, looking at the instant noodles and ham sausages on the coffee table, the program in the Spring Festival Gala seemed to become more and more silly, and she went to take a shower at almost half past eight, and then changed her clothes and went out, holding a big bag of potato chips in her arms - she decided anyway, she would rather starve to death tonight than eat something that boiled water...... If you drive to the city, it seems that there are a few hotels to host New Year's banquets, but even if you have money, wouldn't it be more silly to eat that kind of thing, she carried potato chips, and walked in a few nearby neighborhoods, the streets were covered with snow everywhere, the street lamps illuminated the mottled shadows of the trees, the sky was alternately colored and the fireworks were endless, and groups of children with fireworks could be seen on the roadside. At the moment, I can only comfort myself in my heart, I didn't feel hungry much, and the more I ate potato chips, the more I felt that my stomach began to be empty.

After a few blocks, a drop of cold rain hit her nose, and the sky began to rain, and she wrapped her coat tightly and ran briskly to the eaves not far away. The rain is not heavy, but it seems that it will not stop at all for a while and a half, so I will run back and be drenched in soup, and now I really have a sense of powerlessness rising from the bottom of my heart, and I will celebrate the New Year...... Running along the eaves and stopping to the next street entrance, the light of the small cart in the distance was so bright in the corner of the vegetable market, she put a batch of coats, lowered her head and sprinted quickly, slamming into the cart, the man called Gu Jiaming sat behind and was looking up at the fireworks, and glanced at him slightly.

"Phew, you're really the only one who will be here on this kind of day, buy chestnuts."

"How much?"

"Whatever, eat until it's on fire...... Anyway, I can't tell if you're confused or sober like you......"

The roof of the car can shelter from the rain, she walked inside, the other party was originally sitting on an erected wooden box, and was loading chestnuts into the paper bag at this time, Mu Qingqing went over and beat the wooden box horizontally, divided half of it and sat down, and then patted the other half, indicating that there was still a place for him to sit.

After weighing the chestnuts and collecting the money, he stood there and looked at her for a while, and after a moment, he sat down on the other side of the wooden box, and Mu Qingqing spread his hands with his back to him: "I am homeless now." ”

"The gas pipe at home is broken, I don't even have a stove, I can't cook if I want to, and it rains when I run out, it's really ...... One of the bleakest Chinese New Year's Eve nights, I'm still talking to you here like a fool, and I don't know if you're listening......"

Holding his cheeks, Mu Qingqing said helplessly while eating, and when he turned around, he found that the other party just raised his head to look at the fireworks, and his expression was a sense of memory, and he sighed slightly, and only after a long time did he start to speak again.

"I remember you used to keep your head down...... However, I know the person in charge of setting off this fireworks, he has a relative in the municipal axe, there is a relationship, every year this kind of fireworks, hundreds of thousands, do a vote to rest all year round, a year ago he invited a group of people to dinner, I also went...... Well, there's a shark fin dish that tastes good......"

When it rained, the street seemed even more deserted, just the two of them sat on the box next to the car, perhaps because the other party didn't listen at all, Mu Qingqing ate chestnuts, occasionally said a few words, and talked about some messy past, such as teasing my sister when I was a child, a boyfriend I once had changed his mind later, and being transferred to Yujiang was actually framed, and so on, on such a night, the two were back to back, and the words were drowned in the fireworks and drizzle...... It was still ten o'clock to close the stall on time, the two pushed the cart through the streets with dappled lights and shadows, and when they returned to the front of the building, Mu Qingqing wanted to bring out the stove in the cart, but tried several times without success, and finally Jiaming brought it into the room, and just raised the fire in this way, Mu Qingqing began to stir-fry vegetables in the living room a little rusty, he cut chestnuts next to him, and the Spring Festival Gala was on the TV.

"Whatever...... It's finally been a ......."

The first dish came out of the pot, she was very happy, but the second dish was a little burnt, and when she got to the third dish, she remembered that the chili powder was forgotten in the kitchen and did not take it out, so she hurriedly ran into the kitchen to find it, and for a while she was in a hurry, rushed out of the kitchen, the flames rose in front of her eyes, and the dishes in the pot were thrown up smoothly. I saw the man named Gu Jiaming holding a spatula and stretching out his right hand towards her.

Slightly stunned, then handed over the chili powder in her hand, and in the following time, she watched the dishes come out one after another, and the room was full of aroma, although these dishes and ingredients were prepared by her, but due to poor communication, she couldn't do anything when she was next to her.

"No, you used to be a chef when you got sick......

It was a little hard to believe, but it wasn't long before a sumptuous table of dishes was actually laid out in front of her, at least much more sumptuous than she had originally imagined, and it was only then that she hated why she had eaten so many potato chips and fried chestnuts with sugar just now. Pulling two cans of beer from the fridge, she handed one of them to the man who was going back to cutting chestnuts after brushing the pot, and dragged him to the couch to make an effort.

"Let's eat together."

Finally persuaded him to pick up the chopsticks, Mu Qingqing consciously grasped part of the trick of communication, and when he said soberly, he naturally had to try his luck, but as long as he was pushed to a certain position and held on for a while, he would also do something naturally, she estimated that this person was really a cook before, otherwise how could he catch the spatula so easily.

Approaching midnight, the Spring Festival Gala is also coming to an end, and several finale programs are often placed here, Mu Qingqing watched while drinking beer, she had doubts in her heart at this time, drank a few cans of beer, and occasionally asked the man next to her a question with a smile: "You must have been a chef before......

"Or maybe you want to be a chef......"

"I don't know where you're from......"

"It can't be the amnesia caused by a car accident or something, I used to read the newspaper that some veterans even have bullets in their heads, and they don't feel it for decades, just an occasional headache, will you be the same......"

"I didn't ask you where you were from that day, Gu Jiaming...... I thought I'd find a time to look it up for you......"

"Maybe you still have family, parents, relatives, friends, girlfriends or something...... Uh, but look at your stupid appearance, you don't look very handsome, and if you don't speak, you won't be able to get a girlfriend...... If you're not convinced, just say a few words if you're not convinced......"

"Uh, what's wrong with you......"

With a slight drunkenness, she suddenly found that the man next to her was trembling slightly, the blood vessels on his forehead seemed to swell, and he began to sweat.

"What's wrong with you...... Is it an onset of illness...... I'll find painkillers for you......"

"Shhh...... Knock ......" was the sound of his teeth chattering, and at the same time as Mu Qingqing stood up, he also stood up trembling slightly, the can fell to the ground, and his two hands covered his sweaty forehead, and then, Mu Qingqing watched him turn the sofa with difficulty and walk to the bedroom step by step.

"Hey ......"

After screaming a few times, naturally there would be no reaction, Mu Qingqing ran back to the bedroom, rummaged through the medicine box and found the medicine, took the hot water and ran over, only to find that the man had curled up in the corner of the bedroom, holding his forehead with both hands, bearing severe pain, she rushed over to feed the medicine, but the arm was as solid as a rock, she was a trained policewoman, and her strength was not weak among the male policemen, but at this time, she couldn't move at all......**

That night, she didn't sleep well.

The man's sudden pain lasted for about a quarter of an hour, and the medicine could not be fed, in fact, whether it was useful or not, it was estimated that it was between the two. As in the dangerous upstairs, after the pain, he went to wash his face, and then went to bed quietly. At this time, the Spring Festival Gala had also ended, and all kinds of things in the living room were in a mess, and Mu Qingqing was not in the mood to clean up at this time, so he simply went to bed.

The effect of alcohol made her fall asleep quickly, but soon after, the drowsiness was shallow, and she seemed to hear some small sounds in a daze, as if she had woken up once, and then fell asleep again, and when she opened her eyes again, she looked at the alarm clock, and it was only half past four in the morning, her mouth was dry, and she struggled in bed for a while, and finally got up.

When I opened the bedroom door, the street lamp reflected the light on the snow, shining in through the window, it was silvery, white and white, the living room was completely tidy, the vegetable bowls and ingredients had been cleaned up, the spatula and even the stove were gone, and the man named Gu Jiaming was sitting by the window, looking out of the window without moving. She crept over and crouched down beside him to see the side face.

"Find a time, I'll take you to the hospital, okay?"

(To be continued)