The fourteenth arrondissement is in the west of the city of Mou.

Ye Ling grew up here.

She was born into a wealthy family, her parents were in business, and the business was going well.

Everyone said that the old house was well repaired and saved the fortune.

She also has a younger brother who has a good academic record, so she can play willfully and carefree.

"It is enough for a family to have a child with good grades." As an elder sister, Ye Ling thought so, and found an excuse for her poor grades with peace of mind.

She prefers to study the flowers that line the road.

She would watch boring documentaries on TV, feeling the growth and withering of those flowers.

When she went to middle school, she fell in love with the blue jacarandas at school.

"The most beautiful time for flowers is the moment they leave the branches, and they will use their short lives to pursue that confused future."

Ye Ling stood under the flower tree.

The flowers fell on her shoulders, on top of her head, on her school uniform.

She saw the boy under the flower tree.

That's her classmate.

Like is the joy at first sight.

She wanted to be there for a long time.

Those blue and purple flowers fell on her throbbing heart.

She excitedly held the bouquet of jacaranda flowers in her hand, happy like a butterfly spreading its wings for the first time, and suddenly discovered another beautiful world.

Afterward.

The male student dropped out of school.

There is a temple in the fourteenth district, and the temple is in the middle of nowhere.

Ye Ling hurriedly ran to the temple, perhaps under the influence of some TV series, the little girl decided to ask the Buddha for marriage.

When she returned to the city.

The home is gone.

After that day.

Love is buried deep in the heart, and the seeds of hatred thrive on barren soil.

The old abbot of the temple took her in.

The little girl stood outside the martial arts hall and watched those warrior monks practice martial arts, and she was fascinated.

She would practice her fists against the old trees, wiping away her tears in pain, she would practice whipping legs against wooden stakes, and the next day she would limp down the mountain to carry water.

"Hatred cannot resolve hatred, only compassion can resolve hatred."

The old host spent ten years hoping to dissolve the hatred in the little girl's heart.

But it didn't work out in the end.

On his deathbed.

The old host was lying in the meditation room.

Ye Ling's eyes were red and tears welled up in his eyes.

The old host said the Buddha's words for a lifetime, but when he passed away, he left such an ordinary sentence.

"The world is always unfair, but fortunately, there are scales in people's hearts...... Just do whatever you want......"

……

This drizzly and picturesque night.

No. 1 Li Jian closed the case.

Lu Wen and Xia Chuluo found a hotel to rest.

The next day, they drove back.

I didn't go back to the 13th district, but went to the 14th district first.

Xia Chuluo's expression was cold, his eyes were slightly downcast, like a soldier rushing to the battlefield, he went straight to the battlefield and walked into the executive board of the 14th district alone.

Six gunshots!

She emptied a magazine!

No one stood in the way.

On this day, a third-level executive officer died in District 14.

A very senior executive, in his fifties, has reached the age of retirement.

Xia Chuluo walked out of the 14th District Executive Bureau, leaving a silence behind her, and she returned to the car.

For some reason, she couldn't apply for an instrument to scan the pillars of the building, so she had to forget about those three numbers.

"Let's go."

From this moment on.

The No. 1 Li Jian case was completely closed.

"Go home, take a shower, change your clothes."

Girls still prefer to be clean.

Running around all day, never coming home for two nights.

But the car has just departed.

The call is coming again.

Xia Chuluo frowned and pressed the answer button.

"What, No. 5 Li Jian went to the Inland Sea? What is he going to do? ”

"A student? Invite him on vacation? Isn't he afraid of death, and he still runs around at this time...... What the? Who told him that the case was closed?! What does the news say? Why didn't you stop him? ”

"You went along? A herd of pigs! ”

"Grass (a plant)!"

At the beginning of the summer, Luo was angry, and he didn't know whether he was scolding his teammates or scolding those unscrupulous news.

She hung up the phone in a huff and almost smashed it out.

"Lu Wen, look up a phone number."

Xia Chuluo told Lu Wen about the student who was sponsored by No. 5 Li Jian.

Soon, the phone was found out.

Lu Wen hit it and pressed the speakerphone.

The call was answered quickly.

It's a very young voice.

Lu Wen explained the intention.

"What?" The other end of the phone was obviously a little stunned, "I didn't invite Uncle Li Jian to go on vacation, I've been busy with my thesis recently, I originally thought that after I was busy for a while, I would visit Uncle Li Jian." ”

"Okay, we got it."

Lu Wen hung up the phone.

Immediately dialed the number 5 Li Jian's phone.

"The number you are calling is not in the service area, please ......"

Not good.

It has been nine days since the death of No. 1 Li Jian.

According to the speed at which the murderer kills one Li Jian in two days, No. 5 Li Jian is afraid that he will be more than lucky!

"Turn around, go to the fifteenth arrondissement, by the inland sea."

"Call the executive officer who went with me, and I won't believe it!"

The 15th arrondissement is very famous and famous for its tourist districts.

There is a whole inland sea here.

There are countless undersea restaurants at the bottom of the sea, where people dine surrounded by a dark blue and surrounded by a glass with sharks swimming beside them.

……

The little painter sat on the street, his pale blue eyes reflecting the figure of people coming and going.

"What exactly is art?"

He fell into deep thought, and inexplicable depression welled up in his heart.

Suddenly, his phone shook.

He turned on his phone.

A text message to your account.

"One hundred thousand?"

The little painter counted the zeros several times, and finally made sure that he was not mistaken.

That's half the bounty!

The sorrow and melancholy in my heart suddenly disappeared.

The world brightened up in his eyes.

So he marked his paintings from 80 yuan to 800 yuan.

"You're all my brainchild." The little painter caresses his paintings, and he can eat enough, and he is not willing to sell his hard work at a low price.

Unexpectedly, after the price increase, more people bought it.

……

Machine repair factory, Yunyang is on duty during the day today.

Work clearance.

He checked the guest list for the wedding and made sure that none of the seven aunts and eight aunts were missing.

"Buzz—"

The phone vibrated suddenly.

He clicked on the text message.

The amount of 100,000 stretched his frowning brow.

"With this money, we can finally get together the bride price."

Yun Yang muttered to himself.

The pressure of life made this young man feel like he was stuck in a quagmire and couldn't break free, and now he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Sometimes he felt that he was too young to get married so early.

But the parents of both sides have already decided.

As for the bride, the girl who had only met a few times, Yun Yang occasionally asked himself, was it really someone he liked?

In the dead of night.

Yun Yang lay on the bed.

Looking out the window at the gloomy sky.

I think of those falling blue jacarandas.

I remembered the girl who confessed to him with a bouquet of flowers.

I heard that she later transferred schools.

I don't know where I am now.

A young person's self-esteem comes from low self-esteem.

He is just a child of a poor family, so why delay the youth of others.

"She must be doing well now."