How are you doing in the factory lately?

Wei Ming has heard this sentence too many times this year, family members, friends, and even former classmates, more or less after knowing about Zhongchuang, they all called or said a few words when they met.

But among these people, only Wei Xiao will not appear. The number of times he talks to the other party in a year is not as much as that of Sister Zhao, who sells breakfast downstairs, and it has been counted since he moved out this year.

"Okay." Wei Ming replied with a snort, then thought about it, felt that his attitude might be too indifferent, and added in a loud voice: "After cleaning up today, you can leave." ”

Wei Xiao originally just plucked up the courage to ask with the mentality of investigation, but now he saw that Wei Ming's attitude had softened, but he didn't know how to continue the topic, and after a sigh, he didn't know what to continue to say.

The scene fell silent again.

Just when Wei Xiaodu almost wanted to say directly, "It's okay, you can leave", he heard Qin Zhao speak first: "It's really unpleasant this year, and it's not going well with the whole park." ”

After speaking, he let out a long sigh, his face was sad and his brows were furrowed, which was exactly the same as Wei Ming's expression, as if his own industry was also among them, and he was deeply affected by the fire.

The meaning of the greeting is very strong.

Wei Xiao looked at Qin Zhao's series of operations dumbfounded, and he couldn't react to what he wanted to do. Immediately after, she saw Qin Zhao glance at her, her lips moving slightly. Wei Xiao was speechless for an instant, what he said was: Fifteen thousand.

The so-called assessment period is to rely on one's own ability to solve all things, which naturally includes the investigation information in front of you.

Later, maybe there will be a more embarrassing situation than talking to Wei Ming.

Wei Xiao tried his best to suppress all the dissatisfaction and awkwardness in his heart, and followed Qin Zhao's words: "Well, the fire only came out this year, and it has never happened before." It's just that the emotions are so stiff that even the words she says seem dry.

Wei Ming glanced at her strangely, and said in a cold voice: "Eighteen years ago, I also lost fire. ”

Eighteen years ago.

"Don't you know this better than I do?"

"Huh?" Wei Xiao was silent for a short time, hesitated to speak, and said, "That fire, wasn't it twenty years ago?" ”

Wei Ming rolled his eyes and didn't speak.

"By the way, what is the name of the owner of the factory that caught fire last time?"

"Zhang." Wei Ming replied impatiently.

These messages, even after so many years, can be found on the Internet. The memory of the Internet is far more powerful than that of people.

Wei Xiao rarely didn't care about Wei Ming's attitude, but continued to ask again: "Then you, do you remember what the name of the person who died back then?" ”

Although Zhongchuang has been on fire several times this year, the strange thing is that no one has died once. But twenty years, no, it was the one eighteen years ago, but someone died. It's just that it's been too long, and as the topic of Zhongchuang Feng Shui is getting hotter and hotter, these things have gradually been forgotten.

Ordinary people usually have a comparative level of gossip, and the joys and sorrows of a person are often not as attractive as the stories of a group of implicated people.

Not to mention, it's better to convey joy than to talk about frustration, and everyone wants to be lucky instead of seeing negative energy all the time.

After a long time, it was gradually forgotten by more people.

The news records that can be searched now, when mentioning the events of that year, are only hastily mentioned, saying a few words about how much money the factory owner compensated the deceased at that time, and feeling that everyone is unfortunate in the event of natural and man-made disasters. It's just that no one even mentions the name of the deceased. It is as if it does not exist at all, or rather, the importance of existence is not greater than that of mass creation.

The industrial park is full of factories, and in order to facilitate the entry and exit of various transport vehicles, the road is to minimize unnecessary facilities, Wei Xiao and Qin Zhao went around most of the circle, and did not find a place for them to rest temporarily.

"Let's go forward," Wei Xiao looked at his phone and said without raising his head: "I remember that there is a tennis court in front of me." ”

Qin Zhao was a little surprised: "How can there be a tennis court in the factory." ”

"In the past, the owner of a factory liked to play tennis, and he thought that this sport was very fashionable and foreign, and he happened to see a court over there, so he started it."

"You know quite a bit."

"It's all when I was a kid." After Wei Xiao finished speaking, the hand holding the mobile phone became more and more uncomfortable.

She was searching for the time of the fire, and the year above was 18 years ago. However, in my memory, it is clearly written twenty years ago. Wei Xiao wanted to think about it seriously, but he couldn't think of more.

The more I think about it, the more vague I feel, and the memories of those two years seem to have some faults. It was the first year, but it was strange like the second year.

Or, not a fault, but chaos.

Qin Zhao, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, and Wei Xiao didn't realize that he hit him straight on the back, letting out a short exclamation.

Qin Zhao is in good shape, it is estimated that it is due to frequent training, there are a lot of muscles on his body, he belongs to the type of thin and unclothed with flesh, and it hurts a little when he hits it suddenly.

"Why did it stop all of a sudden?" Wei Xiao rubbed his forehead and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Immediately, she raised her head and froze in place.

The tennis court is surrounded by triangular plums, which are overwhelming, brilliant and red, and completely cover the vines and other greens. As far as the eye can see, you can only see a red patch. The yellow stamens in the middle of the triangular plum are dotted among them, like a yellow fire in a scorching fire.

Bright, brilliant, yet scorching.

Wei Xiao and Qin Zhao exchanged glances with each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

When they came over a few days ago, the triangle plum here was not so exaggerated!

The location of the tennis court is quite remote, and after several expansions, it is still on the edge. Moreover, because the time is so long, no one will come to the tennis court, and naturally there are no street lights around.

The light seems to disappear at the edge of the factory not far away, and here it is like two completely different worlds in contrast.

Last time, Wei Xiao and Qin Zhao could vaguely see that there were also triangular plums here with the light of the flashlight, but the breath of the moon spirit stone was too weak, so they didn't take it to heart and check it carefully. But I didn't expect to see such a spectacular scene when I came over during the day this time.

The color of the triangular plum here is much more gorgeous than that in any corner of the factory, and it is extremely lush, and it has faintly had a half-person high posture. The breeze blows, and the fiery red flowers are constantly tumbling up and down like red waves.

It is like a flame that soars into the sky, and it can completely engulf people the moment they approach.

Wei Xiao involuntarily took a step back, as if something flashed in his mind, Wei Xiao's eyes widened suddenly, and he pulled Qin Zhao back several steps in a row.

The expression on Qin Zhao's face finally changed slightly, and he spoke in a calm voice: "These are spreading!" ”

In the direction of the factory, it is spreading wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye! But Rao is like this, the aura of the moon spirit stone here is still too weak!

Wei Xiao glanced around, and after making sure that no one should come over here for a while, he threw off the tennis bag he was carrying on his shoulder, and took out the unwrapped Tang Zhi knife from under the tennis racket with great skill, uncovered the black cloth wrapped in the outer layer, and kicked the tennis bag slightly away from him.

Immediately, his hands were on top of the handle.

The whole set of actions is smooth and done in one go.

"See what?" Wei Xiao felt the sight that came from the side, raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Zhao and asked.

"Nope." Qin Zhao shook his head, retracted his gaze, and looked at the Triangle Plum in front of him intently, before he continued slowly: "It's just a little unexpected, your posture looks quite presentable. ”

Wei Xiao: "...... What is called a posture that looks decent, this is not a decisive battle at the top of the martial arts, and it is necessary to put a show in advance. Can't you be honest and admit that you think I'm amazing? ”

Qin Zhao pursed a smile on the corner of his mouth, took a step back, pointed to the triangular plum in front of him, which was still spreading outward, and said politely: "It can be, it's better to prove yourself directly with your strength." ”

"I don't want to do it now." Wei Xiao put the knife away, put it on his backhand, and said, "It's not a free show." ”

"Ten thousand twelve."

“……”

"I think you can really be a ......" Wei Xiao was just halfway through his words when he suddenly stopped.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a man coming from the other side of the factory, accompanied by a very rhythmic crashing sound.

The sound was not high, but it was rhythmic, like some ball being thrown on the ground.

Wei Xiao put the knife behind his back, Qin Zhao also put away his playful look, the two looked at the person together, the distance was a little far, but it could still be seen that it was a rather tall young man, who was slapping a fluorescent green tennis ball with a tennis racket.

And the handle of the man's tennis racket was tied with a very bright fluorescent blue ribbon.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Wei Xiao's mouth, and Wei Ming's words just now echoed in his mind.

"That person seems to be surnamed Wu, and he often brings his son over, and he plays on the tennis court when he has nothing to do."

"You still had a good relationship with that kid back then."

……

Was the relationship good at that time?

Wei Xiao was a little vague, but when she mentioned her surname Wu, she subconsciously thought of the golfer she met in Hejiangmen Square.

Obviously, she doesn't even know the other party's name.

Wu ...... Tong? Wei Xiao looked at the young man in front of him, and called out the name hesitantly but with great determination.

"Hmm." Wu Tong changed his usual smile, just looked at them silently, and said coldly: "Wei Xiao." ”

The color of the triangular plum is getting more and more vivid, and the speed of the breeze continues to rise and fall, as if it wants to burn everything here.

The barrier of memory collapsed, and along with the confusion, there was an overwhelming triangular plum.