"How long will it take to be back?"

"What? In five days, I should be back in Bac Giang. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Mom, I miss you a little bit now."

……

Reluctantly hung up the phone, until there was a busy "beep" sound on the other end, Zheng Mao rubbed his sour nose and let out a long breath.

It's not the thick sound of the vicissitudes of life as I remember, but now it's light and pleasant.

The old mother when he was young is no longer the same in his memory, but more of that pale hair.

There were no lights in the room, only the light from the color TV screen was dimly lit, and the news broadcast was playing on the not delicate screen. The hostess's tone of frustration slowly echoed in the living room. In addition to this, there is the "hum" of refrigerator refrigeration.

It's peaceful after all.

There was no show to watch, Zheng Mao turned off the TV and pushed open the bedroom door in the dark.

The moonlight shone down the window, and on the desk, a glass was sitting on the desk, and the cigarette butt was already full. Smoke ash scattered around the cup.

And unlike the last time Xu Yun came, there were already a lot of convenience notes on the wall.

From top to bottom, many of them are things that Zheng Mao deserves to memorize deeply. There are names, possible events, some of which are exactly what year, month, and day, and some are very vague and vague.

This Saturday, Zheng Mao does have a lot to do, if he doesn't want something to happen; In other words, after experiencing a helplessness, he is now going to start doing something.

Even if you listen more carefully in class than anyone else, you have to complete your homework before anyone else. But his heart has never been in Nanzhou Middle School. Although the school is very constrained, it has also worn off the thorns on the thorns and isolated itself from the wind and waves of the outside world. There is the presumptuousness of youth, but there is no sinister of the world.

Zheng Mao is not as comfortable as his peers today, and his prophetic memory allows him to do many things that he was unable to do before.

Turn on the lamp, pull out the diary, tear off the sticky notes on the wall, and paste them on top in order. After getting it, Zheng Mao thought about it and flipped forward. With a slight pause in his fingers, he picked up one of them. Come to the eye.

It reads: In the summer of 2002, in the canopy of a banyan tree behind the public toilet in Bird Whispering Forest, the place where the gun was hidden, Qingjiang Park.

Afraid that something would go wrong, Zheng Mao once again remembered the news that shocked the whole country: the gangster Yang Jin, after killing a neighbor's family of five, committed more than ten crimes on the way to escape, and changed his appearance six times. or in the mountains and forests, or in the city, he hid for 17 years for anti-reconnaissance, and was finally killed by the police on the spot.

Many of the details reported in it are not clear to remember, but the one recorded on the post-it note should be correct.

Because this information comes from Yang Jin's own diary.

Yang Jin held more than a dozen firearms through open or covert channels. The dark one comes from the gray deal, and the bright one is snatched from the police who are chasing him. Bandits are not terrible, what is terrible is Yang Jin, a bandit with military cognition.

It is impossible to carry so many firearms with him, and Yang Jin has hidden places to hide guns in several cities with frequent activities.

Of course, for Zheng Mao, all he needed was a small pistol.

After all, he is a very ordinary person, and he doesn't want to do anything. However, Xu Yun is not ordinary, although her father's protection of her is already in place.

Zheng Mao just begged just in case.

Half-light and half-dark, his eyes were very bright and bright.

……

The bell rang for the end of the morning self-study, and the sound of reading gradually stopped, and Xu Xin was very hesitant.

Last night, he tested Font Ke, but the other party's tone was very tight, and he refused to say anything at all. However, the young man couldn't hide things after all, and when he talked about Li Quan, he looked at what the guy said, "Zheng Mao is going to be unlucky."

made Xu Xin know that his guess was only true.

Should you report to Zheng Mao?

I also feel that Zheng Mao seems to be very difficult to speak now.

It's so tangled.

Thinking about it, I saw Zheng Mao walk out of the classroom, and Xu Yun, who was sitting in front of him, was lying on the table, flipping through a romance magazine in his hand.

"It's so fake, read a book and bring five bodyguards? Bah! I also bought a villa next to it, doesn't it mean that the school is in the city center, and this kind of thing is a very suburban place, right? Also, the heroine is great if she is rich, and the principal runs errands for her every day. I can't wait to declare to the world that her family is rich, so arrogant, no wonder I don't feel safe. Xu Yun sneered at her table and said, "I see that you always watch it with relish between classes, this kind of thing is too fake, right?" ”

The tablemate pushed the thick glasses and said, "Those rich people are like this." ”

"I don't know if I'm rich or not, I think it must be the nouveau riche." Xu Yun returned the romance magazine to her, and suddenly felt that there was a person standing beside her.

turned her head and found that it was Xu Xin, who she classified as the kind that needs to be recalled when her name is called. I haven't said a few words in normal times.

Xu Xin lowered his head and said straight to the point: "You wait a minute and tell Zheng Mao, last night for self-study, Li Quan's brother came to look for him." Maybe I'll come back today. ”

"Huh?"

A moment ago, Xu Yun was still criticizing the blind romance, and he was a little stunned when he heard the words.

"That's it," Xu Xin nodded, turning around and flashing.

However, Xu Yun quickly sorted out the cause and effect.

Zheng Mao returned to his seat and found that she had changed her normal and looked contemplative, and couldn't help asking, "Xu Yun, what's wrong?" ”

When the class bell rang, Xu Yun's eyelashes blinked like a small fan, grinned, and her teeth were white: "It's nothing, tomorrow is my aunt's birthday, I'm going to the capital, I can't play with you this weekend!" ”

Hearing the word 'aunt', Zheng Mao was stunned for a moment, until the teacher held the lesson plan and walked quickly to the podium, then nodded and said, "Oh, that's the case." ”

"Eun," Xu Yun turned around.

After all, she still couldn't hide it, and more than ten minutes passed in a daze, and suddenly she raised her hand high and shouted, "Teacher, I have a stomachache!" ”

As a girl, she has privileges in this regard.

With approval, Xu Yun made a round in the bathroom, well, there seemed to be no one.

She came to the door tightly, and pulled out her phone from her pants pocket, which was not easy to show at school.

Soon the phone was dialed, Xu Yun pinched his nose, and said to the other end in a very aggrieved tone: "Uncle Jia Qiang, do me a favor, don't tell my father......"

For Xu Xin, everything is really calm.

It's unusually calm.

said okay, what about the plot of beating my brother out of my brother? Until Lao Xu completed his language homework and announced a holiday.

Nothing happened.

One by one, small groups dispersed together, and Xu Xin and Wang Di went to the dormitory to pack their things.

Before leaving, he glanced at Zheng Mao, who was indifferent, and suddenly felt that he was very lucky. I was afraid that Brother Li Quan would have something, so I didn't come.

How lucky.

It is indeed an honor that Zheng Mao was assigned to clean today.

He was bringing a broom from the cleaning room, but he saw Xu Yun come over and say, "Maomao, I won't wait for you today." ”

"Is there something going on?" Zheng Mao paused.

"Yes," Xu Yun shrugged his shoulders with his schoolbag on his back, and explained to Zheng Mao in a fifteen-tenth manner, "My cousin came to pick me up, and he will go tonight." ”

As soon as her voice fell, someone shouted outside the classroom: "Xu Yun! ”

The two looked at each other, and the young man full of sunshine was standing in the corridor, seeing her sight, and hurriedly waved his hand.

Looking at the face that was not very sharp for the time being, Zheng Mao's eyes shrank suddenly, and the hand holding the broom tightened unconsciously.

Until the knuckles of his fingers turned white, Xu Yun said to him, "I'll go first"! Zheng Mao just woke up from his trance.

Afraid that Xu Yun would see something wrong, he nodded quickly and said, "See you next week." ”

"See you next week!" Xu Yun stuck out his tongue and whispered before turning around, "Maybe I'll go to you on Sunday afternoon." ”

"Uh......"

Zheng Mao nodded, watched Xu Yun's back out of the classroom, and disappeared from sight with the young man.

Subconsciously raised the broom, looked at it, and muttered to himself: "Zhang Chaofan." ”

Now, he still looks like a young man of seventeen or eighteen.