Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Way You Wish
When I returned to the courtyard from Hou Yu, it was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon.
As soon as I walked into the yard, I saw a familiar back.
Kong Wen and the visitor stood at the door and said something, smiling, and seemed to be talking very harmoniously.
Watching us walk into the courtyard, he raised his hand and waved excitedly, "Hi, Master, you're back!" β
With his words, the woman he was talking to turned around. The woman smiled shyly and waved her hand generously, "You're back." β
Looking at Xue Na who appeared again, I groaned slightly, "Well, is there something wrong?" β
"No, I saw that you were injured today, so I went to Dongshan to pick some mushrooms and loosen them." As she spoke, she lifted the basket at her feet and walked over to me, "How's it going, fresh?" β
Following her wishes, he glanced down, hesitated for a moment and took it, "Thank you." β
"No thanks, if you like it."
Looking at the cheerful expression on her face, and glancing at the empty smell of squeezing eyebrows, my heart did not fluctuate, and I limped back to the house around him, and closed the door with a bang, which can be said to be very rude.
When I entered the door, three pairs of eyes in the room looked at each other. Ignoring the movement in the room, he leaned against the door, listening intently to the conversation outside.
"Uh...... That's fine, my master is so cold, haha...... Miss Snowna, would you like to stay for dinner? "It's an empty story of talking nonsense with your eyes open and full of awkward laughter.
"Is that really good? That one...... Your master doesn't seem to like me very much. β
"Haha, how can it be, listen to me right, you don't know my master, if it's another woman, he may not even look at it, how can he speak, so you are too careful."
"Really? Then you're welcome. β
"Hehe, you're welcome."
"By the way, what does your master like......
"......" this stupid. Speechless, he left the door and sat down on the bamboo sofa.
Looking down at the mushrooms in the bamboo basket again, he decided to throw them away after thinking about it. But you have to wait for someone to leave before you lose it.
casually threw the basket aside, and looked up at Tang Youqi's meaningful gaze. I didn't have a good impression of Tang Youqi, gave a not very friendly look, and half-leaned on the sofa.
Reaching out and touching his pocket, he took out a box of cigarettes and took one out of his mouth, looking up at the bricks above his head in a daze.
Before it could be quieted down for a minute, a crisp lighter sounded, a heat source approached, the cigarette in his mouth was gently bitten, and a smell of smoke rushed into his lungs. hurriedly threw away the cigarette in his mouth, raised his head and stared at the culprit with an ugly face.
"What's wrong?" Tang Youqi shook the lighter in his hand and looked at me puzzled, "I saw that you would help you light it without lighting it for a long time." β
"Not really." Retracting his gaze from him, he picked up the fallen cigarette and put it in his mouth, and smoked it without hurry.
The smoke was smoky, blocking the view, shrouding the face, unable to distinguish between joy and anger, true and false.
"Hey, how did you go to Hou Yu today?" The couch next to him rang, and he found a comfortable position to lean in, and lit a cigarette to swallow the smoke.
"It's not good, but the big brother of the police came to save us." I wanted Ripple City, I smiled.
I really don't know much about Liancheng.
In my impression, Liancheng always wears a pair of silver wire glasses and looks sven. But after in-depth contact, you will find that he likes to joke, is not in tune, does not act properly, and is a fool, but he is very serious in his work and almost never makes mistakes.
He likes to study corpses, is the most professional forensic doctor in the serious crime team, and is also an expert in forensic science. And, in my memory, he has hardly left the bureau, so he doesn't know anything about his skills and force value, and as the deputy team leader, he doesn't need to fight and kill at all.
"Police? You borrowed a satellite phone from that stingy guy Hou Yu. β
"Sort of." I said perfunctorily.
"You're such a waste," he glanced at the mushrooms scattered all over the ground, and sighed twice, "The mushrooms that people have worked so hard to pick for you, you have wasted them like this, Miss Xuena is a big beauty, better looking than many Internet celebrities on the Internet, you are so cold." Is it frigidity or pretending? β
"I like to chase it myself." Rolled his eyes, turned to the other side, and silently puffed out the smoke ring. He didn't speak again.
Watching the smoke rings enlarge in the air and finally disappear, I can't remember how long it has been since I smoked, but not long.
Before entering the police station, I was still a gangster, smoking, drinking, gambling, picking up girls, nothing to do, of course, there is a little hobby is writing.
In fact, it's not a hobby.,I just think it's easy to make money by writing.,No need to contribute.,At that time,Where would I write anything supernatural.,What I wrote was a little yellow book.,Until later.,When I met silver.,I couldn't drive it away.,I couldn't beat it.,And then I was forced.,Quit smoking.,Borrowed gambling.,I didn't dare to ask a girl.,Even was pulled into the serious crime team.γ
How serious it is now, how ridiculous it was in the first place. However, from beginning to end, no matter how much the guy beat me, I never hated him, and it was really a very good thing and a good experience for me, who was equivalent to an orphan, to be disciplined.
Maybe the past is unbearable, but is it the person who can't look back on the memory, or can't face the things in the memory, or can't face the lost past?
None of that matters, though, does it?
Breathing smoke, it seems that I have returned to the absurd times of the beginning, but there is no one who will come to take my cigarettes, no one will pull me to find a job everywhere to live, no one will learn to cook in order to save a meal, no one will pull me to squeeze the bus and refuse a taxi.
Everyone has a past, a past that you can never imagine.
The smoke is no longer tasteless, perhaps because it has been abstaining for a long time. didn't take a few puffs, but finally chose to snuff it out.
Some people may not be there, but those who are here should not waste the care of those who have left.
Seeing that I had extinguished the cigarette, Tang Youqi, who was playing a cigarette, looked puzzled and asked, "Why don't you smoke?" I think your cigarettes are pretty good, it's a waste. β
"It's never going to be wasted." He smiled and threw the whole pack of cigarettes in his pocket into his arms, "Give it to you, smoke out, there are children here." β
"Did you really give it to me? Don't smoke it? He looked at the cigarette again and again, and asked rhetorically, still uncertain, "This is still a good brand, six or seven hundred and one packs." β
"Well, quit, stop smoking." I don't play with it anymore, and, "This cigarette is not mine." "It's me, I touched a bag in the car of the eldest young master of Liancheng.
"Okay." Quit and tease him.
Tang Youqi showed distrust on his face, but he didn't politely put away his cigarette, and he didn't mean to go out. And I didn't want to care about him, and even stayed away from him to avoid inhaling second-hand smoke.
I'm not trying to live the way you want to be, I just want to live the way you want to be, safe and healthy.
Then, Yinzi, I hope you will live as I hope, and come back in peace, and my brothers are waiting for you.
In the past, those extravagant and absurd, glamorous and glamorous lives, although they were drunk and dreamed of death, how can they compare to the birth and death between brothers, and the fights?
Moments later, the door was pushed open, and Kongwen was the first to walk in.
He choked, coughed twice, and frowned, "Why are you smoking in the house, it's not ventilated, it smells bad, pay attention to the image, and there are women and children." β
βsorryγβ Tang Youqi pursed his lips and hurriedly extinguished the cigarette.
Xue Na poked her head out from behind Kongwen, glanced at the basket on the ground, paused, and barely showed a smile, and glanced at most of the cigarettes that she hadn't finished smoking: "Hey, Brother Jun, do you smoke too?" β
Xue Na didn't notice that because of this title, Kong Wen had a strange expression for a moment.
I didn't have time to accompany this woman to do tai chi, and I didn't have time to pay attention to this apprentice who was a bit of a second-hand, so I raised my hand and said, "You let me go." β
The two goods at the door stood to the side inexplicably, revealing the big brother Fengyu who was blocking behind.
Looking at Brother Fengyu's frowning brows and looking at him, I raised my chin at Tang Youqi, who was sitting next to me, and then said with an innocent face: "Brother Fengyu, is it time to change the medicine." β
"Hmm."
He pushed away the empty rumors that were a little in the way, and went straight to the suitcase to get the straps.
When he came to me with the strap, he still didn't give up and asked, "Do you smoke?" β
"How is it possible, I don't smoke, and you don't know."
"......" looks like Tang Youqi, who is deceiving people.
"You like to bring cigarettes, and the house smells of that guy's cigarettes in Liancheng." The cigarettes smoked in Liancheng are all good cigarettes, which are very different from the taste of ordinary cigarettes.
"That's because I gave it to Tang Youqi."
"Oh." He turned his head to look at the cigarette butt that Tang Youqi had just snuffed out, and said meaningfully to Tang Youqi, "Smoke less, smoke two at a time, the addiction to smoking is a bit big." β
"Uh, okay." glanced at me, and Tang Youqi admitted it dryly.
"And you, don't take it as an example." He turned his head and looked condescendingly.
ββ¦β¦ Oh......"