After successfully getting on the train to Pengcheng, Yang Mucheng breathed a long sigh of relief, and then took out the "Red ****" that he chased for almost all night last night from his backpack. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although the electronic version can be searched on the Internet, Yang Mucheng still likes to read the paper version of the book when he reads.

However, although I opened the book, I was a little stupid because of what happened in the waiting room just now. As early as when he first woke up, after looking at the people in the waiting room one by one, he narrowed the murderer's target to five people. Moreover, the IT man who kept calling the device, he eliminated it at the first time.

Later, the middle-aged policeman Wu Changshan took the initiative to let him speak, and every time he said a paragraph, he would examine the changes in the expressions of the five locked people one by one. When he finished the second paragraph, he was basically locked on the two people. When he assured Wu Changshan that as long as he solved the case, he could leave immediately, so he completely locked the target on the waiter.

Although he is a murderer, Yang Mucheng can see from his clothes and the thick calluses on his hands that this is a hard-working, motivated, and very simple rural child.

At the beginning of love, the strong-blooded rural boy met ******** enchanting young woman who knew how to serve men best. Yang Mucheng can fully imagine how dependent and infatuated this rural child is on that young woman.

However, a scam is a scam after all. Beautify a thousand times, and uncover the cover of hypocrisy, and only ugliness remains. No matter how much the water-based poplar woman hides it, she can't give the dream and love in the heart of an innocent teenager.

Therefore, when the bubble burst, the young man's heart must also be broken.

In his narrow world, that woman used to be everything to her. Therefore, when her unhappiness and ruthlessness and deception were revealed, this young man who had not been deeply involved in the world obviously could not bear all this cruelty. That's why he thinks of destruction!

Thinking back to the waiter's hysterical shouting, Yang Mucheng always felt a faint chill in his heart.

If you do something wrong, you must be punished. What's more, this juvenile committed homicide, and it was natural to be punished by the law.

However, Yang Mucheng trusts his own judgment. He believes that the teenager was originally just an innocent rural child with a dream, but he only met the wrong woman at the wrong time, so he ruined his life!

"If I have the chance, I really hope I can do something for him."

Although he knew that this was just a useless fantasy of his own, Yang Mucheng still secretly reminded himself in his heart.

"Such a coincidence? Didn't expect you to be in this car too. ”

Just as Yang Mucheng put away his thoughts, calmed his mood, and wanted to read seriously, a female voice suddenly came from the side. When I looked up, I was actually the girl wearing red-framed glasses I met in the waiting room.

The girl stepped on red boots, wore a red skirt, a white top, and two somewhat retro braids on her head. Although it is very simple to dress, it feels extremely natural and cute. At this time, he took off his backpack with a smile on his face and sat opposite Yang Mucheng.

Yang Mucheng left quietly just now because he didn't want people to know about him, but unexpectedly, he still got on the same train with someone. What's even more coincidental and depressing is that this person is actually in the same carriage as him. And, sitting right across from him.

Not only that, Yang Mucheng looked at the girl's thin lips and overflowing smile, and knew that she must be a girl who loves to deal with people, all kinds of petty bourgeoisie and gossip. With her along the way, don't think about boring reading anymore.

"Hey, you're amazing!"

Sure enough, after the girl sat down, she immediately climbed on the small table of the train, quietly approached Yang Mucheng, and whispered. His eyes blinked, and they were full of curiosity and appreciation for Yang Mucheng.

"I said it casually."

Yang Mucheng deliberately accentuated his voice with some indifferent colors.

"My name is Song Xiaoyu, what do you call you?"

The girl also saw that Yang Mucheng didn't want to talk too much about the waiting room just now, so she changed the topic and stretched out her hand very enthusiastically.

Song Xiaoyu's complexion is extremely white, and his five fingers are slender, if you describe it as the five fingers like spring onions in the book, it is not too much at all. Seeing a youthful and energetic girl take the initiative to reach out to say hello, the middle-aged uncle sitting next to Yang Sicheng couldn't help but swallow and spit secretly, and when he looked at Song Xiaoyu, he also had a little more wolf grandmother's look.

Although Yang Mucheng was reluctant to communicate with Song Xiaoyu too much. However, he really can't refuse a girl who takes the initiative to greet and express friendship in front of others.

"Yang Mucheng."

Yang Mucheng politely shook hands with Song Xiaoyu and gave his name very briefly. The voice is low and the answers are stereotyped, like those middle-aged uncles in the movie.

If someone else saw Yang Mucheng greeting a girl like this, they would definitely scold him for pretending to be thirteen. However, because he saw Yang Mucheng's stunning performance in the waiting room, Song Xiaoyu almost grabbed Yang Mucheng when he shook hands.

Although Song Xiaoyu's hand was delicate and his skin was moisturized, Yang Mucheng quickly let go. Then, he continued to read quietly, but he wanted to interrupt the communication between the two people.

Although Yang Mucheng no longer spoke, Song Xiaoyu's face was even more adoring when she looked at him, and the three words of Yang Mucheng were chewed repeatedly in her mouth.

In Song Xiaoyu's eyes, everything about Yang Mucheng is good. She felt that the "man" in front of her, who was about her age, was a tall mountain and a mysterious lake.

Looking at the book Yang Mucheng reads again, I am even more amazed in my heart. This is the young and promising potential of the new era. It's like a boy of the same age, who either plays games every day, or asks his family for money to buy a car to show off his wealth. It's okay anymore, it's just what to use WeChat, Momo, and all kinds of online appointments.

When Song Xiaoyu looked at Yang Mucheng again, he felt that he was a white swan in the sky. And the boys her acquaintance with her were a bunch of crows, sparrows, dogs, tails, grass.

"Student Yang, where are you going to get off the bus?"

Half an hour later, after Song Xiaoyu confirmed that Yang Mucheng was really studying seriously, completely ignoring her, and was not ready to talk to her, he finally couldn't help but speak first.

"Pengcheng."

Yang Mucheng knew that once Song Xiaoyu had a chance to speak, he would definitely talk to him in various ways, and without waiting for her to continue to ask, he smiled politely, and then got up and said, "I'm sorry, I'll go to the bathroom." ”

After getting out of Song Xiaoyu's line of sight, Yang Mucheng went directly to the place where the carriage was connected to breathe. Looking at the scenery outside the window speeding all the way, Yang Mucheng's thoughts also flew a little.

He was born in a remote mountain village in the Zhili region of Hebei Province, which is not a small village, but has a simple and beautiful name - Lihuagou.

In addition to the pear trees planted in the village, Lihuagou also has a large number of craftsmen. Engraving, porcelain, famous throughout the country.

Because of the promotion of carving and porcelain, as well as the development of tourism, the quaint village of my childhood has almost become a new type of small town, except for most of the pear trees.

Although Lihuagou is becoming more and more prosperous, Yang Mucheng's heart still misses the dilapidated but vibrant and happy Lihuagou in his childhood.

When he was a child, he would go to his grandfather Chen Danqing's porcelain workshop with Chen Duyang to steal porcelain dolls, break his grandfather's nine-turn plum blossom vase and flee to Guo Qizhen's house to prevent disasters.

Wang Hu would encourage a group of people to watch the female students go home at the intersection of the school, and then play all kinds of hooligan whistles. Lin Gun's stuffy oil bottle was always watching from the side, without any expression at all, and grinning was a happy smile.

Zhao Changhe and Shang Fan are a pair of resentful families, and they will never be bored with them. A classic liberal arts student who has been holding the four famous books since he was a child, reading Tang poems and Song Ci, met a mathematical genius who won awards in the province.

Of course, in addition to a few of them, there are two beautiful lawless beauties. Tian Yuxuan, who was exiled to the village to experience life by his father, the secretary of the county party committee, and Chu Xiaoxiao, who was engaged in stone import and export business at home.

With the two of them here, no matter how big the disaster is, someone will clean it up. Even if Yang Mucheng took them to severely injure a few ruffians who came to the school to intercept the beautiful teacher, Lin Gun used a kitchen knife to cut off a finger of Chen Dagou, who sent a love letter to Chu Xiaoxiao, and in the end, it was all gone, and even the medical expenses were not paid.

However, as everyone went to different high schools, they were all separated. Fortunately, now that transportation and communication are developed, and the relationship between them has been good since childhood. Although the distance is separated, the feelings have not diminished at all.

"Hey, why are you avoiding me? No matter who you are the rich second generation of someone's family, or the second ancestor of the official family, I take the initiative to chat with you, and I won't even have the qualifications to make a friend, right? ”

Just when Yang Mucheng was still recalling the past of his childhood and hometown, Song Xiaoyu's voice suddenly came from her ears, but she waited for Yang Mucheng for a long time and didn't return, so she came to find him at the junction.

"You misunderstood, I just came out to take a breath."

Looking at Song Xiaoyu in front of him frowning, pouting, looking at him unhappily, Yang Mucheng smiled apologetically.

"Breathe? Excuse! ”

Song Xiaoyu looked directly at him and said, "Since I met you in the carriage, every word you said was very polite, and people couldn't find fault with it." However, every word you say is to reject me and prevent me from continuing to talk to you. Don't think that you're a little clever and a big hero when you help the police solve the case in the waiting room, and I'm just here to make friends with you. Tell you, I'm not a nymphomaniac! ”

After speaking, Song Xiaoyu didn't wait for Yang Mucheng to answer, glared at him fiercely, snorted and went back to the seat of the carriage.

inexplicably offended a beautiful woman in the same car, and Yang Mucheng also felt a little innocent. However, thinking about Song Xiaoyu's personality and how many times she took the initiative to speak, she was indeed too cold. Shrugging his shoulders, Yang Mucheng didn't go back to the carriage in order to avoid embarrassment, took out the book from his backpack and stood up to read it