Beijing in winter is cold, crisp, not delicate or pretentious. Even the lights of the buildings in the night are warm and fresh, without a trace of frivolity or charm. The tall trees on both sides of the street have lost their leaves, revealing clear branches, concise, refined, and majestic, quietly presenting the tenacity of life.

Jian Fan leaned in front of the window of his office, and a light was reflected in his clear eyes.

"The vehicle was hanging upside down on a tree on the edge of a cliff and there was no one in the car. A large amount of blood was found at the bottom of the cliff, the document bag was scattered around, and the mobile phone was shattered. In terms of blood loss, the injured person was already very weak. In the harsh winter, the temperature on the mountain is very low at night, and the search and rescue team has been searching for three days and still has no clues, and the chance of survival is almost zero. ”

Jian Fan's mind resounded with the account of the accident rescuer, and he closed his eyes in pain.

My love, you really can't come back.

Was it just a simple traffic accident? Why did you drive to the mountains on the longest night of the winter solstice? Why didn't you notify me before leaving? There were no signs of other vehicles causing the accident on the mountain road, and the vehicle itself didn't notice the problem, so why did the vehicle suddenly rush down the cliff? The last call in the cell phone call log was made to my office at 7 p.m., reminding me not to forget to have dinner when I work overtime.

The Executive Office is exquisite and luxurious, using light mapping images to divide the space into multiple functional areas. Jian Fan wrapped his shawl tightly around himself and clasped his hands in front of his chest, but he still felt cold. Although the central air conditioner has been blowing hot air, Jian Cheng has never felt that this office is so empty. Jian Fan wiped away a tear from her eye socket, and the polish of her eyeliner smeared an ink mark on her beautiful cheekbones. Looking at his haggard and pale face on the glass window, looking at the ink like cat's claw marks. The corners of Jian Fan's mouth were tightly pursed, and her fighting spirit of never giving up was revived again.

This is by no means a simple traffic accident. Okay, come on. Those who should come are coming, and I'm ready to take it. I'm going to find out who's behind this. There are some signs that this man is right next to me, and I must tear off his mask of hypocrisy.

Jian Fan pulled up his shoulder-length short hair, as serious and solemn as a soldier tidying up his uniform.

When I first came to Beijing, I was still wearing a ponytail, and time passed so fast, that scene seemed to happen yesterday.

Back in 1999, summer.

"The terminal station of the train, Beijing Station, is about to arrive, please prepare to get off the train. ”

The train slowly entered the station, and Jian Fan moved his travel bag and suitcase near the door early. The right hand is pressed against the shoulder bag that hangs on the chest, which contains a bank passbook that can be deposited and exchanged. The passbook contains Jian Fan's salary for one year of work and 5,000 yuan of money funded by his mother before leaving, totaling less than 10,000 yuan. If he can't find a job before the money is spent, he must keep his promise to his mother and obediently go back to his hometown to continue working in the unit arranged by his parents.

Jian Mao didn't want to go back.

The work unit in my hometown can't be said to be bad, and I am at ease. But for Jian Fan, who graduated from computer software major, it is still useless as a hero. At that time, many people's knowledge of software was indeed limited to using computers to type, surf the Internet, and send emails.

Jian and 繁 really want to integrate into the daily work of the unit. He even applied to work in the processing workshop and worked with the first-line masters for ingredient processing. The smell of raw materials that fills my body after work every day, and the most unpleasant smell is the smell of iron, which smells like blood. I worked hard for a few months, in exchange for everyone's affirmation of Jian Fan's work. However, the content of this affirmation is only that this child can endure hardships, is willing to work, and has nothing to do with the major he is studying, and Jian Fan even feels very embarrassed by this praise.

Finally, after a year of work. Jian Fan decided to resign and go to Beijing. But Jian Fan never imagined that she would encounter this strong iron smell again in the future, which came from the blood gushing out of her fingers, and she was already panicked at the time, but instinctively wanted to cover the blood hole in the abdomen of the person in front of her. Maybe life is an accident after an accident, a cause after an effect.

On the one hand, the reason why Jian Fan went to Beijing was to apply what he had learned and make achievements in his major, and there was a more important reason - Han Cong.

Bustling, joyful. Jian and 繁 walked out of Beijing Railway Station with a group of outbound passengers. Looking back at the two chiming clocks on the building of the Beijing Railway Station, it is so kind. When I was a child, I didn't have many memories of coming to Beijing with my parents, but I vaguely remember these two big clocks that can sing and tell the time. Jian Fan stared at the big bell like a long-lost relative.

"Accommodation?" "Accommodation?" Many people with accommodation pick-up signs crowded to Jian Fan and asked.

"No, thank you. Jian Fan hurriedly grabbed his luggage and walked to the subway station.

Before coming to Beijing, Jian and Mao did his homework. It can't be said that Jian Mao took the initiative to do it, it was instilled in Jian by Han Cong with a phone call a day. Don't talk to strangers casually after getting off the train, get on the subway quickly and transfer to Xizhimen. It was close to Han Cong's school. When she arrives at Xizhimen, she will call Han Cong, and Han Cong will come to pick her up. Han Cong's phone calls were too frequent, and his mother was very nervous. Mom is not against Jian Fan's boyfriend, but Mom hopes that Jian Fan can find a safe boyfriend in his hometown, or Han Cong will be able to share in the city of Jian Fan's hometown after graduating from graduate school in the future. But Jian Fan knew very well that even if Han Cong agreed, she would not agree. Not to mention that she herself yearns for the outside world, even if she doesn't go to Beijing, why would she force Han Cong to give up a better future.

Jian Fu confidently squeezed onto the subway. The subway car was very crowded, the air was not very circulating, and it was summer, and the smell of sweat from many people hit me for a while, but these did not affect Jian Fan's excited mood, thinking that he was going to see Han Cong, Jian Fan's happy heartbeat accelerated.

Jian Fu arrived at Xizhimen smoothly.

As soon as he got out of the subway station, Jian Fan was a little confused. Under the scorching sun, there is a construction site in front of you, and it is not at all the high-rise buildings that you hope for. Later, Jian Fan learned that the reconstruction and expansion project of the Xizhimen overpass was underway here. Jian Fan bought a calling card at the newsstand, and he didn't want to delay for a minute, so he immediately paged Han Cong. Soon the call came.

"Is it simplified?"

"Yes, you are?"

"I'm Jiang Shuai, Han Cong's classmate. Han Cong went to investigate and flew to Guangzhou this morning. He left the pager to me and let me wait for your news. Where you are, I'll pick you up right away. ”

"Okay, thank you. ”

Jian Fan described his location to Jiang Shuai, as well as his dress.

Jian Fan put down the phone and looked at the sky in the distance, and the scorching waves of air pressed down from the sky. Jian Fan was a little disappointed, but soon regained his spirits. is like a little bean sprout, squeezing out of the soil timidly, a new vision, a new situation, waiting for her is a novelty that she has never experienced, how can she not be full of energy.

At an altitude of 1,500 kilometers from Beijing and 9,000 meters above the ground, the plane flew smoothly and passed through the clouds.

Han Cong sat in front of a window with a good view. Jian Mao should be in Beijing. Han Cong regretted a little that he accepted the task assigned by his boss (as he called his graduate supervisor) this morning, but he was not too relieved if he sent someone else to take over the demand research work. Since the eldest brother Wu Bo turned against his boss and left a messy project that could not be finished, Han Cong began to work intensely and never stop like the never-ending large-scale computing machine in the computer room.

"Sir, do you need some drinks?" Stewardess Yao Fei leaned forward in a standard and elegant posture, sending a white, tender and sweet face into Han Cong's eyes.

"Oh, thanks, a cup of coffee. ”

Han Cong glanced up at Yao Fei and noticed that Yao Fei's eyes were big, watery, and very smart. Han Cong couldn't help but think of Jian Fan's eyes, which were also so big, but the corners of his eyes were upturned with a pair of Danfeng eyes. Compared with the flight attendant in front of him, it is a little less sweet, but a little more heroic.

Yao Fei smiled and walked towards the tail pantry, and after stepping out of the sight of all the passengers, she rolled her eyes mischievously to her colleague Yan Min and whispered, "Hehe, that handsome guy is so handsome." ”

"You're hunting again?"

"If there was love at first sight, I feel like that's how it feels today. ”

"Save it, Yao Daqianjin. It's time to get to work. ”

"Really, really, Yan Min, go take a look. I just like this genre. Thin and tall, delicate and handsome, is this the Yushu Linfeng described in the novel?"

"It's time to get to work. I also know the word 'little white face'"

Yao Fei touched Yan Min hard with her elbow, "Tear your mouth." ”

Yan Min glanced at Yao Fei. Looking at Yao Fei's back, Yan Min's eyes suddenly revealed an inscrutable insidiousness.

"Sir, your coffee. ”

Yao Fei stared at Han Cong's hand serving coffee, his fingers were slender, and the wrist that leaked out of the cuff was thin and white, revealing a strong bookish anger.

"Thank you. ”

Han Cong sipped his coffee and looked out the window.

It's almost time to arrive at Baiyun Airport. I prepared the materials for the night last night, and I wanted to sleep on the plane to recuperate, but my mind was full of simplicity. It's really tiring right now, and a cup of coffee is just the right thing to pick you up.