Once again, the two of them went to the experimental middle school and went straight to the archives.

A middle-aged woman with glasses took Wen Qiao's police officer card and looked at it for a long time, carefully comparing the photo with the real person, as if she had to see something greasy before she would stop.

Wen Qiao was a little uncomfortable with her, and finally impatiently withdrew the police ID card from her hand and asked, "Where are the student files for 2003?" ”

"03 years? No, our school was only established in '05, where is there any information about '03? ”

Another one caught off guard.

Liu Mengwei was only slightly stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted, pulled Wen Qiao and asked, "No, I remember the high school classmate we met you that day, didn't he say that the school has a predecessor, what is it called Middle School?" ”

Wen Qiao shook his head, his mind was completely outside the five elements that day, and he didn't hear what they were talking about at all.

Liu Mengwei saw that he didn't remember anymore, so he turned his head and asked the middle-aged woman, "Sister, do you know what the name of this school used to be?" ”

The woman heard Liu Mengwei hear her call "sister", a hint of surprise and shyness appeared on her face, and her attitude instantly eased: "It seems to be called Yingde Middle School, this is a newly built campus after 05, and after moving to a new address, it has changed its name." ”

"That's right! Yingde Middle School! Liu Meng smiled gratefully: "Did you move the files of Yingde Middle School together?" ”

"I really don't know this, I only came here to work in 08, and I didn't know much about it before that." The middle-aged woman replied truthfully.

"That'...... Are there any teachers in the school who have been teaching since the stage of Yingde Middle School? ”

The woman thought for a moment and said, "Yes, there must be, many teachers over the age of 40 should have learned from Yingde, but I can't be sure who they are." ”

"Sister, please help me think about it, does anyone know where all the files were put before the school moved over?" Liu Mengwei was extremely sincere, and the woman was embarrassed to refuse.

"Why don't you ask Director Huang, he is a veteran employee of the school, and since his retirement this year, he has mainly managed logistics and archives, and he should know this best." The women gave them an idea.

At the end of the conversation, they walked out of the archive room, and Wen Qiao couldn't help but look a little impressed at her.

"I called my sister, and I took the person down."

Liu Meng raised her eyebrows slightly: "What can be solved by calling my sister, what reason is there not to call it?" ”

"It's really smart, no wonder even those guys in the police station have been deceived by you." Wen Qiao's words were prickly, but Liu Mengwei seemed to be used to his attitude now, with a look of "what can you do to me", looking at him proudly.

"Who the hell are you?" Wen Qiao didn't hope to get an answer, but he still asked.

Liu Meng's eyes were like silk: "If you call me a good sister, I'll tell you." ”

Wen Qiao was slightly stunned, but finally took the lead in avoiding her gaze, turned around and left to find Huang Yang.

Liu Mengwei followed behind him and said angrily: "Look, you just don't call my sister to solve the problem, and in turn blame me for playing tricks, I have never seen such an unreasonable person as you." ”

……

Huang Yang was actually in his own office. Liu Mengwei and Wen Qiao knocked on the door, and he took off his reading glasses and sat precariously looking at the visitor.

He seemed to still have an impression of Wen Qiao, and got up to greet him: "Is the police officer still here to investigate the case today?" It's been a hard work, do you come to me if there's anything you need my help with? ”

Wen Qiao liked his straightforward style, so he said directly: "We need the school's student files before 05." ”

Huang Yang was a little caught off guard when he heard this request: "Can I ask what it is for?" ”

"I can't." Wen Qiao said coldly: "We only need to provide it to us to see, and we will not make any kind of records." ”

Huang Yang hesitated for a moment and then said, "Okay. Some of the previous files are still stacked in the warehouse, and if the police comrades want to see them, then I will definitely cooperate with you. ”

They came to a small, locked room next door to the archives. As soon as the door was opened, a heavy smell of dust and mildew mixed with the smell of ink came to my face, and it seemed that few people came to this small warehouse on weekdays.

"Since the construction of the new campus, some of the data files of the old school have been piled up here, and I have always wanted to take some time to sort it out, but I was too busy with work when I was on the job, and I didn't have the energy after retirement." Huang Yang sighed.

Wen Qiao had already walked into the rows of bookcases and started to search, but Liu Mengwei chatted with Huang Yang without hurry.

"What subjects did Mr. Huang teach before?"

"Physics."

"Physics?" Liu Mengwei opened her mouth in surprise: "I have always been very accurate in looking at people, I originally thought that Mr. Huang taught liberal arts such as Chinese, but I didn't expect to look away today." ”

Huang Yang couldn't help but smile when he heard her say this: "I do like literature more, and I have communicated with the Chinese teachers in the school. ”

"I see." Liu Mengwei looked suddenly enlightened.

Huang Yang also took advantage of the opportunity to talk to her: "What is the surname of the police officer? ”

"My surname is Liu, but I'm not a police officer," Liu Meng smiled, "I am a companion with Teacher Huang." ”

"Really?" Huang Yang said in surprise: "Officer Liu...... No, then what subject does Mr. Liu teach? ”

"Criminal Psychology."

Huang Yang's expression froze: "Criminal psychology? No wonder you're working with the police. ”

"Teacher Huang used to teach physics at Yingde Middle School, right?" Liu Mengwei asked.

"yes, it was 15 years ago, and time flies." Huang Yang sighed softly.

"What is Officer Wen looking for? Do you need my help? Huang Yang asked.

"Leave him alone, let him go alone." Liu Mengwei deliberately said loudly in the direction of the row of bookcases, and then continued to chat with Huang Yang: "The students who went to school in Yingde Middle School at that time should all be children from the nearby village. ”

"Yes. Yingde Middle School was originally in Tohozhuang, about five or six kilometers away from us. The main thing is to take in children from Tohoso and nearby villages. "Boxwood was a little absent-minded.

Liu Mengwei didn't seem to notice his abnormality, and continued to ask, "Are there any students here who particularly impressed Teacher Huang?" ”

But before Huang Yang could answer, he saw Wen Qiao come out of the dusty bookcase bush, and he also held a booklet in his hand.

He walked up to the two of them and said to Liu Mengwei: "When I talked about Yingde Middle School just now, I thought that I seemed to have seen the name of this school somewhere. ”

He flipped the pamphlet to a certain page and handed it to her, Liu Mengwei took it and looked at it, and the cover read the 8th issue of the inaugural issue of "Flower Dynasty Poetry Society".

On the page turned was a small poem entitled "Flower Dynasty"

March in the spring / The plum blossoms have just thanked / The jasmine has not yet bloomed / The white horse has a flower crown / The yellow warbler sings and dances wildly

March of the Flower Dynasty / The peach blossoms are delicate / The bamboo branches have been green / I stepped on the white horse to chase / The yellow warbler no longer sings / You keep looking up at the moon

More than ten years ago, computer typing and printing were not as popular in schools as they are today, and sometimes teachers wrote a test paper by hand first, and then went to copy, not to mention this kind of campus poetry magazine written by students spontaneously.

On the cover, the color of the watercolor pencil drawings has faded by three points, and the pages are wrinkled with moisture and then dried again. But such a simple school journal condensed the efforts of every author at that time. They use immature brushstrokes to depict the unique state of mind of youth at that time.

The author of the poem is Qin Nanzhu, and her delicate and neat font is exactly the same as the words on the insurance policy.