After the beginning of winter, the sky is getting shorter and shorter, just a little more than five o'clock, the sun has already set most of the time, and the sunset on the horizon is red and gorgeous, as if someone has set a fire and burned the sky.

Song Huai was willing to turn on the lamp in the studio, holding a special magnifying glass with white gloves, and carefully examined the ornament on the table.

How long had it been since she had seen something so beautiful?

Thin gold wire around the mouth, judging the lines of auspicious clouds, vivid and delicate, there are nine delicate hollow golden phoenixes hovering on it, the head of the pearl, the beak of the pendant made of gems in series, has passed hundreds of years, even the gold is a little dim, but this gem is still shiny, like a pearl at night.

"Girl, open the door."

I was looking at it, but I was interrupted by the doorbell, listening to this voice, I didn't need to ask, I knew it was Zhao Cheng.

Since the end of the last case, she has fallen in love with that noodle restaurant, and has been taking care of it from time to time, since one time, she looked at the cold outside, and really didn't have the courage to step out of the door, and asked him if the noodle restaurant provided takeaway service, he began to deliver noodles to himself at every turn, sometimes every Sunday, without bringing the same kind every day.

Sure enough, he is a businessman! Will do business!

I know that I can't refuse to deliver it to my door!

She ripped off her gloves and went out to open the door.

Today, Zhao Cheng rarely didn't wear his iron-beaten leather jacket, and changed into a casual and loose cotton shirt, with a black turtleneck sweater underneath, and a pair of dark blue jeans and Martin boots underneath, which looked a lot more capable.

"Mustard and shredded pork noodles." He came in consciously, closed the door, skillfully changed into slippers, then folded into the kitchen, poured the noodles from the packing box into a bowl, and brought it to the dining room.

All movements are smooth and skillful, and they are done in one go.

"Thank you." She took out her mobile phone and transferred thirteen yuan to Zhao Cheng's WeChat.

At first, she was not very used to Zhao Cheng's uninvited habit, but gradually felt that there was nothing wrong with this, he would sit for a while from time to time and talk about the recent events, as well as the results of the investigation of those organs at that time.

For more than a month, nothing could be found.

Although there are a lot of clues, they are basically useless, and in the end, the bamboo basket is empty, and by now, Song Huaiyuan has no hope.

"What's it today?" Zhao Cheng sat in the living room and casually glanced at her studio, which was forever filled with all kinds of brushes, clay, carving knives and other inexplicable things.

However, today's messy workbench is exceptionally clean, with only a small headgear on it, which looks pretty beautiful.

"Jin Leisi Jiufengdiankou." Song Huai said casually.

"It looks very valuable, and it's also an appraisal?" Zhao Cheng asked again.

"No, this time it's maintenance, this kind of thing is easy to see from the workmanship and condition."

"Easy? Quite common? ”

"This kind of nine phoenixes is uncommon, it is generally worn by the queen mother of the Qing Dynasty, and the value is very high, and I have not seen this level a few times." Even if it was like her, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh." Zhao Cheng responded lightly, and there was no more follow-up, probably not very interested.

After Song Huaiyuan finished eating, he also went to the living room to sit with him, although most of the time he didn't have anything to say, but Song Huaiyuan still liked this feeling.

Zhao Cheng was the first guest she had since she moved here.

Usually she likes to talk about work in the café downstairs, and there are really not many people like Zhao Cheng who are so conscious and even cheeky.

Zhao Cheng sat on the sofa not far from her, looking at the mobile phone without a match, when he came in, he hung the cotton clothes on the hanger, at the moment he was only wearing a loose sweater, his shoulders were unusually strong, and the position of the collarbone of his shoulders was convex. up, especially obvious, when he looked at the phone, his eyelids drooped, his expression was serious, and the light reflected directly above him was extremely quiet, I don't know when, he hugged the pillow next to him in his arms, his chin rested on the pillow, and even with a little childishness.

This is all Song Huaiyuan has never seen, and he never thought that he would have such a side.

Looking at it, Song Huaiyuan felt that his behavior was a little inappropriate, and quickly retracted his gaze, "You said before that you suspected that the heart was sent by someone inside the police station, is there any evidence?" ”

Zhao Cheng sat upright, pulled his sweater casually, and returned to his usual grim appearance, "First of all, there are a lot of monitoring probes in the police station, if someone enters the police station, it is absolutely impossible to be unaware, and secondly, we guessed at the time that this person is likely to be afraid of violence. Lu, that's why he quietly put things over, who would be afraid of violence in front of the police. What about revealing your identity? Of course, it's your own people. Third, if it is an outsider, he can completely put the things outside the police station, or in other more secure ways, and put them in the office of the criminal investigation team, which is too risky and unnecessary. Fourth, what kind of person do you say that can be accurate and know that this case will be received by our criminal investigation team here? Of course, it's also my own people. ”

"Oh." She replied in a low voice, "You know, why are we both involved in this case?" ”

Zhao Cheng was stunned by her question, of course he knew, and not only knew his own, but also knew her.

Song Huaiyuan looked down at the magazine that had just been removed from the shelf, his hair hung down beside his face, and his face was cold and pure, Zhao Cheng looked at it in a trance for a moment, and then shook his head, "I don't know." ”

"Yes." Song Huaiyuan seems to believe it, but it doesn't seem to be.

She never expressed her emotions intuitively.

At this time, the mobile phone next to Song Huaiyuan suddenly vibrate, and she reached out to pick it up, "Mr. Yao, the things have been maintained, and I will help you fix some broken places, you can come and pick them up tomorrow." ”

When she spoke, the clouds were light and breezy, and she was not alarmed.

I don't know what was said over there, but after she answered twice, she hung up quickly.

"And business?" Zhao Cheng asked.

"Well, I said I'd come and pick it up tomorrow, and then by the way, let me help identify a new object." She replied.

"Antique dealer? So often. In order to forget the topic just now, Zhao Chengyou chatted with each other.

She looked down at the magazine again and replied casually: "No, it seems to be a real estate agent, and I don't know very well." ”

She seldom inquired about them, and only had business with them.

If she could, she would have liked not to say a word, they would give the money and ask for it, and take the things themselves and leave.

She is too lazy to have too much to do with others.

Zhao Cheng sat here for a little longer today, and after sending him away, looking at the deep marks on the sofa and the empty hangers, he felt a little indescribable for a while.

When it came to the back, she realized that it was loneliness.

She had always been alone before, and she never knew what loneliness was and what loneliness was, until someone broke in and left her empty world.

Song Huai was willing to take a hot shower, wrapped in a thick sleep, and nestled on the sofa boredly changing TV channels, originally trying to find out what archaeological or criminal investigation programs were, but finally stopped at a recently hit idol drama.

She remembered the advice that Zhao Cheng gave her before - don't always watch criminal investigation dramas.

Thinking of this, she looked at the cabinet at the door, the scarf she bought for him last time had never had a chance to give, not that she didn't want to give it, but she put it in the cabinet after she came back, and then she forgot about it.

She picked up her phone, clicked on Zhao Cheng's chat box, and quickly typed a line of words, "Will you come tomorrow?" ”

Zhao Cheng over there had just soaked in the bathtub, and when he saw that it was a message from Song Huaiyuan, he immediately replied: "Hmm." ”

"I have something for you tomorrow, if I forget, please remind me, thank you."

"Okay."

Give him something?

The corners of an old uncle's mouth unconsciously raised.

He turned off his phone and tossed it aside to calm down. Hot emotions and his whole person slippery. Got into the bathtub.

After replying to the message, Song Huai was willing to put his mobile phone aside to charge it with peace of mind, and watched the TV series intently.

- If someone reminds me now, I shouldn't forget it.