The reporters left Lucheng one after another.

Guan Hai and Lin Wei stayed for a day, Guan Hai wanted to take Mei Yu to eat some local specialties, so Zixuan and I invited the three of them to "Lost at Sea in 1843 Vegetable Boat" for dinner.

Lin Wei was in a much better mood, and Miyu, who was born in Japan, was full of praise for the hotel, saying that she would come again if she had the opportunity.

I said, "You and Guan Hai can come at any time in the future, we welcome it." ”

Miyu said happily, "Then what if I'm alone?" ”

I said, "I can't guarantee your safety." ”

Miwa suddenly laughed, and I looked at her strangely.

She stopped laughing and said, "Don't be kidding, I am a China expert, and Chinese people respect foreign friends very much." According to the news, a foreigner lost a bicycle in Wuhan, and Wuhan mobilized the police to find it overnight. You see, the Chinese people are very kind. ”

I was speechless.

Look at Zixuan, this guy pretended not to hear, and Lin Wei buried his head in a binge-eating meal, and the fish were only bones.

I secretly hated in my heart, so I had to say reasonably: "That's fake news, rumors, and the news also says that the Chinese are lost in Japan, and the whole island has mobilized to help!" ”

Unexpectedly, Guan Hai interrupted me and said, "Bullshit! You go and try, if you get lost, the first thing to see if you are a smuggler, the Americans have this treatment is about the same! ”

Once again, I was speechless.

After dinner, I sent Guan Hai and them to the airport, that day, the airport was windy, after the plane took off, Zixuan and I stared at the clear blue sky, the silver plane gradually disappeared in the afternoon sun, and an inexplicable sadness shrouded in our hearts.

It was late when I came home from the airport, and I opened the door with the key in the cool air, and suddenly found a dark shadow standing in the corridor, which scared me almost incontinence.

There were frequent robberies in Tianlu City in those days, and autumn came, and the robbers were also harvesting.

I'll run away.

"Summer Rain!" Someone called me.

I turned around slowly, Lao Tian came out of the shadow, his two thin legs swaying from side to side, listless like a ghost, I wiped my sweat, remembered that I had promised to lend him 30,000 yuan.

dragged him into the house, the old aunt hadn't slept yet, and was reading documents at the desk in the living room.

Lao Tian bent down to greet his aunt: "Wang Ju, excuse me." ”

The old aunt didn't speak, only nodded at him.

I stuffed the money to Lao Tian, he wanted to make an IOU, but I didn't let him, Lao Tian was so moved that he was incoherent, bowed to his aunt and left.

My aunt put away the documents and asked me about my recent work, and I said "uh-huh" twice, excused myself to be too tired and went to the bedroom to fall asleep.

I had a dream about a fiery red sunset, and the sky burned with blood-colored clouds, and the whole city was shrouded in a red light. I walked under the sunset, the blood around me was surging, flying sand and stones, countless unrecognizable demons roared everywhere, the scene was terrifying, I ran aimlessly, fell into the chaotic wilderness, the darkness hit behind, I couldn't get rid of it, and when I wanted to harm myself to thank the ghosts, Meng Xing appeared in a shiny police uniform, holding a beautiful pistol, firing the bow left and right, the darkness gradually dissipated, she smiled and waved to me.

The cacophony of the phone rings and makes it all nothing.

When I opened my eyes and looked out the window, it was dawn, and Lu Jiaqi urged me on the phone to hurry up for an interview.

On the way, I cursed Lu Jiaqi while recalling the dream.

After arriving at the office, Lu Jiaqi asked me why I looked so bad, and I replied that I went on a date with a female police officer and didn't sleep well, and asked him how about finding a female police officer to be his girlfriend.

His eyes widened and he threw out a few question marks in shock: "A date with the police?" You are crazy? Handcuff you to the toilet during a quarrel, and if you are found to be flirting with your sister one day, you will be castrated with one shot! ”

I glared at him sideways.

"Just in case, I mean just in case, of course you can steal her bulletproof vest to wear." Lu Jiaqi whispered.

The families of the fire victims slowly stopped their violent behavior, and no one knew how the city was appeased, and they certainly spent a lot of money, and the problems solved with money were always happy.

The deputy director of the Dongcheng District Public Security Bureau, who was in charge of investigating the fire accident, committed suicide, and the grapevine said that he was involved in a fire shootout, and legend has it that he was interviewed by a mysterious person before his death.

"Death can turn everything to dust." Lao Tian said to me privately.

The police officer committed suicide, I was worried that my aunt would also be implicated, so I asked Ran Jing on the side, Ran Jing's eyes widened and said, "What's the matter with my mother?" She is in charge of criminal investigation, just solve the case, there is a case to her, there is no case she is idle, it's as simple as that. ”

I said, "There's a deputy director dead, isn't that person her subordinate?" ”

Ran Jing said with a serious expression: "Everyone who is a reporter is so gossipy!" Do you have nothing to do? It's okay to fall in love or something, don't bother me here every day. Suicide is a private matter, can you still keep people from dying? ”

Reports of the fires faded away, and people got what they needed.

The climate in the north is like a child's face, and if the weather is good, it will change. As soon as the sun hid in the clouds, the sky darkened, and the wind shook the trees, and in an instant it could rain coldly.

Lucheng began to rain again, and there were generally no interviews on rainy days, and colleagues gathered in the office, enthusiastic, chatting, eating snacks, drinking coffee, and in a daze.

While everyone was there, Liu Nannan and Zhu Ning gossiped about Chu Qing's car accident last time.

Zhu Ning said: "A special report should be made, and the title is "The beautiful host was blackmailed, and her life was dying and in crisis again". ”

Liu Nannan said: "I should write "The Beautiful Host is Caught in the Mystery of a Car Accident", with the subtitle "Gangster Involvement, the Case is Confusing". ”

Speaking of fires, until now there is no find out who stole the fire information out, it is said that the power supply of the data room was cut off that day, and the monitoring was wasted.

He went to the director to review the manuscript, and saw that one of the people who came was sitting on the director's chair and the other was sitting on the desk, and the director was standing one meter away, sweating profusely, and his hands were shaking during the review, as if he was facing an execution on the execution ground.

Everyone cares about the director, he is our direct boss, and he has won the hearts of the people. People speculate wildly, there is no conclusion for a long time, and the thinking of journalists sometimes goes blank.

Later, we sent Liu Nannan to inquire about the news, Liu Nannan lingered outside the director's office for a long time, and rushed back to report the news: The person who came has left, and the director is fine, but the channel office informed me and Lu Jiaqi to go to the Propaganda Department tomorrow for questioning, and we were also notified of the rumors of "Everyone's Statement".

An ominous premonition came over me.

Early in the morning, I drove to the Propaganda Department.

Lucheng, which had just rained, was cold and bleak, the gloomy sky was low and oppressive, the plane trees on both sides of the street were trembling in the wind, and the remaining leaves fell from time to time, withering yellow. The car drove rapidly over the waterlogged road, attracting several screams from pedestrians on the side of the road.

I was nervous and hesitantly walked into an office of the Propaganda Department, and a middle-aged man received me, and my heart calmed down slightly, because he was a bald man, and it turned out that bald people are often my nobles.

He handed me a glass of water and kindly asked me how I went to the scene of the fire at the Dongzheng Hotel, whether the armed police or the public security were on duty at that time, who was in charge of filming and who was in charge of lighting.

Even knowing the lights shows that he is bald.

The bald head went straight to the point: "Young man, although speech is free, we must also maintain professional ethics and rationality." There were casualties among foreigners in this fire, and it was not easy for the government to deal with the aftermath, and as journalists, in addition to the responsibility of public opinion supervision, we must also have a sense of social responsibility. Some people say that the fire information was smuggled and sold to foreign media by your TV station personnel, and the foreign media spread it to China, what do you think about this? ”

I had a brain teaser and forced me to calm down, saying that I didn't know anything, I was very patriotic and not short of money, anyway, I didn't sell information, if I knew who the ghost was, I promised to report it as soon as possible and be a good citizen.

The bald man stared at me for a long time and was silent, and when my heart beat up to the point of collapse, he said: "You are a relative of the Wang Bureau, and the ideological consciousness and legal awareness of the police's family are very high, you go back, I believe in you." ”

I didn't expect the questioning to end so quickly, and I wanted to promote my patriotism again, but he waved at me, and I had to retreat.

When I returned to Taiwan, I learned that Lu Jiaqi and Wen Yan were still "thinking" about problems in the Propaganda Department. Hotline colleagues spent the whole day in confusion and anxiety.

At dusk, Lu Jiaqi came back with an excited face. Everyone asked him what the situation was, and he said that he had failed to get rid of the suspicion of betraying the people of Lucheng in the Propaganda Department. When he continued to reflect in the afternoon, he finally thought of how to explain, and it was a beautiful woman from the Propaganda Department who was in charge of the questioning at that time. He said passionately to the beauty: "I Lu Jiaqi grew up watching anti-Japanese war movies, and cultivated a strong sense of patriotism and love for the nation very early. How can a man like me betray the people and covet money. If the government doesn't believe me, I'm willing to die. ”

In the end, Lu Jiaqi hugged the beauty and cried bitterly, the beauty was deeply sympathetic, in addition to wiping his tears, he couldn't help but burst into tears with him, and it is said that he also wiped his nose with Lu Jiaqi's sleeve.

I am skeptical of Lu Jiaqi's statement.

When this timid man said that he would not betray the people and covet money, his eyes were still fixed on the beckoning cat piggy bank on the table.

In the drizzling late autumn, the TV station made a decision: to dismiss Wenyan.

It has been rumored that he secretly sold the fire materials to foreign media, causing malicious dissemination and hype, and causing difficulties for the government to deal with the aftermath. Some people also said that he had been wronged when he heard this, and that the Taiwan leaders had to communicate with him privately, and someone had to take responsibility.

I later understood the truth: among the reporters who entered the fire scene, I was a family member of the Public Security Bureau, and I could only win over and not offend. Lu Jiaqi's relationship background is unknown, and it is rumored that he was also greeted by someone when he entered the TV station. He entered Taiwan by examination back then, and he has come from the front line to this day by his own efforts, and he is "qualified" to bear this responsibility and consequences.

Wen Yan did not resist or explain.

When Liu Nannan told me the above news, Wen Liang was busy making me coffee. Just when I doubted his intentions, Wen Liang announced another notice from Taili: Lu Jiaqi and Xia Yu each handed in a deep inspection.

Liu Nannan comforted me: "Xia Yu, you are not very good at writing and checking, everyone can help you study, don't be polite." ”

Zhu Ning took over the conversation: "This inspection should write the level and characteristics of our hotline reporters, and it is recommended to hold a meeting to study it." ”

Wen Liang immediately scolded them seriously: "Get out of the way!" ”

Lu Jiaqi has not returned from the interview in the countryside, and after the fire, although he is suspected of prostitution, he is actually not well, coughing non-stop, and taking medicine.

"It's too unprofessional to hear the words, and if you want to sell information, you have to hide yourself, how do you practice your usual candid shooting skills." Liu Nannan said.

"We're good at secretly photographing, and secretly selling information is what agents are good at!" Gentle corrected her.

Hearing and daring to speak, the people are blue. This is a pennant given to Wenyan by the citizens of Lucheng.

Wen Yan has been a reporter and host in TV for more than 20 years. He has dedicated his life and energy to TV and has been paying attention to people's livelihood.

The fire left him with a reputation for being mercenary, betraying Lucheng, and taking revenge on society, and his life will be bleak from now on.

On that cloudy afternoon, the wind blew Wen Yan's clothes into a pile of grass, he carried a yellow bag on his back, I happened to come back from the interview, I saw him leave the TV station, no one sent him, a person went straight to the road, walked in the middle of the cars coming and going, attracted a lot of scolding, Wen Yan ignored this, walked across the road as if no one was around, turned a corner, and disappeared into the crowd.

Just as unlucky as Wen Yan was my classmate Li Jun. Li Jun was implicated by me, and at the last commendation meeting in Taili, I actually said that I would like to thank Li Jun, a classmate who broke into the police. This is over, and he was fired for dereliction of duty, law enforcement and other issues.

After Li Jun was fired, I regretted it so much that I wanted to apologize in person many times, and I called him, but my phone was turned off, which foreshadowed the tragedy that followed.

Li Jun's promotion to deputy captain of the district traffic police force was proposed by her, not because of my classmate relationship with Li Jun, but because Li Jun did have a prominent business, and was found by his aunt many times during inspections, and this coincidence was highly suspicious of the police.

These circumstances were revealed to me by Ma Hanyu, and I secretly thought that he might be the only policeman who suspected this matter, and he was also a criminal investigation leader, and I suspected that he had coveted his aunt's position for a long time, just waiting for the opportunity to fall into the ground.

Anyway, I've always felt ashamed of Li Jun. For a while, I even suspected that the traitor who reported Li Jun was Lu Jiaqi, and he was cold to him, he sat opposite and was stared at by me inexplicably, and he was restless, and he took money from the piggy bank to buy me cigarettes several times, and saw his painful and dying appearance after breaking his fortune, so I had to restore my friendship.

In those days, after work, I drove around aimlessly, often going to the white pigeon square in the suburbs, watching the children chasing in the square, lovers whispering, beautiful women wandering around bored, pigeons competing for food on the ground, a long-haired man playing the accordion by the fountain, a group of middle school students hugging each other to light cigarettes, the wind swirling around the trees, and the sun shining on the ground in a chaotic and disorderly manner.

Once, I parked my car on the side of the road, walked along the square to the outside of the city, and after ten minutes came to the bank of a river called Xujiahe, which was overgrown with trees and withered yellow grass, and the fields and hillsides in the distance were faintly out of sight.

It's the end of autumn, it's a little empty, and when you stand in the wind, you can feel the time passing by and you can hear the sound of time passing.

A yellowed steel-concrete bridge stretches across the river, rusty and abandoned railroad tracks stretch into the distance, weeds and stones crisscross the tracks, obscuring the dilapidated tracks.

It is said that there was a murder on the bank of the river under the bridge last winter, a seventeen-year-old girl was dragged to the embankment at night, beside the muddy water, she was raped and choked by the neck, she struggled, the withered grass staggered, the mud rose to dye the white skirt of the white skirt, she kicked off a shoe, both feet stretched weakly in the bitter cold, she had just passed her seventeenth birthday, the shoes were her birthday present.

The girl lay naked on the river embankment, her youthful skin bare in the ice and snow for three days. When the police arrived, her eyes were open, and her pupils were full of bright colors, looking like dolls in a glass window.

The suspect was a girl next door boy, three years older than her, and they had played together and grown up together. The girl's mother was in agony, but in court she asked for the murder lawsuit to be dropped. No one knows why. In the end, the boy received the punishment he deserved.

Many people have seen the girl's mother standing by the river sobbing with her birthday present for her daughter, the beautiful cotton shoes with mud and ice cream, but they still can't change their new and beautiful color, but life has been gone for a long time.

I walked up to the iron bridge, and the crickets and grasshoppers fled from my feet to the depraved early winter.

Walking to the other side of the riverbank, by the low grass, I suddenly found a long-haired girl in a blue shirt sitting by the river, looking into the distance.

In this weather, where only wild dogs occasionally pass by, I suddenly bump into a girl sitting alone by the river, thinking that she has bumped into a fox fairy or a wild ghost.

Thinking of the girl who was killed here last year, the scalp was full of electricity and tingling.

When I tried to make some noise for her to take the initiative, the girl turned around slowly, as if she was thinking about the past, she turned very slowly, her eyes were confused, and when we saw each other clearly, we were all stunned.

Chu Qing! My name is her.

Chu Qing still looked like she was thinking deeply after seeing me.

"You?" She frowned, stood up and looked behind me.

It was a coincidence that two familiar people appeared at the same time in the suburbs, by a small river, in front of a clump of dead grass on a cold day. Looking at Chu Qing's beautiful face, I even suspected that she was a fox demon and was waiting here in advance.

"It's just a coincidence, I didn't follow you." I say.

Chu Qing regained the host's unique calm expression, she patted the soil on her body and stood up: "That's maybe, unless you have GPS positioning in your head, I lurked so deeply, hiding in the grass and not moving at all, you found out, detective!" ”

Her cheeks were slightly red in the cold wind, the corners of her eyes were bruised, as if she had been in a fight, and there were bottles of whiskey on the ground.

Chu Qing picked up the wine bottle, shrugged his shoulders, and handed it to me, I shook my head and said, "You won't come here to drink, right?" Zixuan didn't come? ”

She turned her gaze into the distance and said, "I come here every year at this time of year to walk around and feel the nature." After saying that, he jumped on the grass a few times, closed his eyes, opened his arms, and took a deep breath.

"You can't get into the grass, a girl was killed here last year, it's not safe." I looked at the river and said.

She didn't speak, staring into the wilderness in the distance, where a few wild birds occasionally landed, foraging and frolicking on the riverbank.

"Why don't you let Zixuan accompany you, the hot lover is strolling on the river beach, romantic and nostalgic." I continued.

Chu Qing shook her head unconsciously. We stared at the sky and were silent for a moment. A plane passed by in the sky, drawing a white line in the clear sky.

Chu Qing threw the whiskey into the grass and said, "How did you come up with this?" ”

I smiled and said: "Today I suddenly feel that it is too noisy anywhere, and I want to find a quiet place to stay for a while. If it weren't for the murders, this would be a great place. ”

Chu Qing seemed to have just cried, and there were tear stains solidifying on her eyelashes, "Interview? The girl who was killed? She asked.

"Yes, I heard that Liu Nannan also followed the trial later."

"In the end, what is the result?"

"It's just an ordinary rape and murder case, Liu Nannan sent a few messages."

"Ordinary?" Chu Qing sneered, and her tone was a little mocking.

The two then fell silent again, after which she said she was going home.

She came out by taxi, I drove her home, she got in the car and fell asleep, the weather was a little cold, I put my coat on her, she shook and didn't open her eyes.

When the car drove to Chu Qing's house, she was completely asleep, and I didn't wake her up, so I got out of the car and smoked by myself.

Half an hour later, she woke up and found me staring at her outside the car, a little embarrassed, cut her hair and said thank you, got out of the car and walked away with her back to me.

After that, I chatted with Liu Nannan and talked about the murder of Xu Jiahe.

"Chu Yue, that girl's name is Chu Yue, and she is Chu Qing's cousin." Liu Nannan said with a heavy expression, "Also, the murderer's father is very powerful. Chu Qing once knelt at the door of his unit in order to severely punish the murderer, and was beaten by the security guards by dragging his hair. ”

I froze, not knowing what to say.

Zixuan called and said that he wanted to get drunk.

The sky was drizzling again, the weather was very cold, the north wind made a harsh sound from time to time, the branches and leaves of the osmanthus trees in the yard of the TV station withered, and the lingering fragrance that could be smelled a few days ago was washed away by the rain.

Zixuan stood under the laurel tree in the back garden and waited for me, he didn't have an umbrella, his body was almost soaked, and his glasses were also stained with a layer of fog.

In Lost place, I didn't mention meeting Chu Qing in the suburbs, Zixuan kept drinking one cup at a time, his face was crimson, and he sighed. I asked him what was on his mind, and he just stared at the clear glass.

A Russian beauty came over to talk, Zixuan was half-drunk and half-awake and whispered to her in English, and at the end of the chat, the Russian beauty stretched out her middle finger to Zixuan and broke up unhappily.

At night in that northern city, after the rain stopped, the streets were cold and cold, and a clear moon hung in the sky. We supported each other and sobbed, like two brothers, singing in the streets, jumping in the square, the night shrouded in the dim street lamps, everything seemed erratic.

We walked into a deep stone alley on the edge of Wutong Square, which was paved with pebbles of various sizes, and the walls were covered with green vines, and thick moss could be faintly visible under the green vines. At the end of the line following the imprint of vines and moss, there is a small restaurant made of wood and grain grass called "Aoki House". The lobby of the Aoki House is erected with copper-inlaid wooden pillars, on which are hung several chandeliers in red, blue, purple and white tones, and the proprietress wearing a flower apron is called Yueniang, who is a clean, enthusiastic and charming southern woman.

On the cyan stone table, Zixuan and I ordered steaming stew and two cups of hot wine, and the proprietress chatted about the good memories of her hometown in the south while embroidering.

Some days, the time on the finger, whether prosperous or sad, left only to know that the original has been covered by the years, and when it is re-raised, only to find that the destination has been overgrown with wild grass and green moss.

In the quiet of midnight, time seemed to stand still, only the wind penetrated through the cracks in the wooden house, the grass on the roof made a rustling sound, and the crescent moon flowed through the clouds and into the distance on the deep canopy outside the window, which was the first time since leaving Beijing to see such a bright and clean moon in the night sky of the city.

Sleep slightly cold, plum blossoms on the sideburns. Where is the hometown, forget unless you are drunk. When the water is lying down, it is burned, and the incense and wine are not eliminated.

Zixuan muttered Li Qingzhao's poem indistinctly when he was drunk, with endless sorrow on his face.