Capture the River

All the hustle and bustle went away, Qin Chuan seemed to have come to a quiet chaos, and a soft white light slowly lit up in front of his eyes.

Qin Chuan seemed to be caught by gravity suddenly, stepped on the ground, and asked three questions of the soul in a daze: Who am I?Where am I?what am i doing

It turned out that the white light was warm sunshine, and the ground was covered with an endless green lawn, and the red carpet stretched all the way to the gorgeous flower gate in the distance. On the lawn, there were long dining tables filled with all kinds of cold meals and snacks.

Countless familiar and unfamiliar faces were talking with smiles on their faces. When they saw him turn their heads one after another, none of them showed a surprised expression. Instead, they greeted warmly: "You are here!"

Qin Chuan lowered his head and saw that he was wearing an elegant black suit and white shirt, but the style was different from others. The dark patterns on the suit flowed into golden flowers in the sun, and he was wearing a bow tie instead of a tie.

Is this... Yan Xie's wedding?

Speaking of Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Yan Xie was wearing a formal black suit, which made her tall and handsome, but hurriedly walked over and slapped Qin Chuan on the shoulder, and said with the familiar meanness: "Old man!" Qin, why did you come here? You were attracted by Teacher Yui Hatano's class again?"

Qin Chuan's bickering with him had already formed a conditioned reflex that went deep into the soul. Although he was still a little confused, he opened his mouth and said, "Hey, you have Professor Jiang and you still don't forget Teacher Yui Hatano? Why are you so reluctant to part with East Asian culture?"

After all, I feel that something is wrong. If Jiang Ting is already an associate professor, what time is it now?

Yan Yan rolled his eyes: "Well, since today is your good day, let me save you some face. Why don't you go to the backstage to get ready?"

Qin Chuan was confused: "I have a good time? Why is your marriage a good time for me? Because the dog food is studded with diamonds?"

Yan Yan stared at him wide-eyed, then turned around and took a sneaky look at the handsome, elegant and graceful figure not far away: "Fuck you, don't talk nonsense, my Professor Jiang is sitting here, if he hears today's I have to sleep in the back seat tonight..."

Qin Chuan's eyes were wider than his, and his heart was full of disbelief, but he still asked cautiously with the last hope: "So, who is getting married today?"

Yan Xie gave him an affirmative answer: "I said brother, isn't this your reaction of preparing to run away from marriage? That man named Gong is a bit of a jerk, he cheats sex but not money, although you don't have much money, indeed only sex can cheat you." Yes...but not only did they donate several million to the Municipal Bureau for handling the case, but you even accepted the dowry early, so you just accepted it, right? Bao Chuan?"

Qin Chuan had a bad feeling in his heart: "Where did you get the dowry?"

Yan Yan pointed to the high platform not far away decorated with countless flowers and illuminated by eighteen spotlights at full power: "It is not the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation to collect money and not recognize people, well, isn't it?"

Qin Chuan looked at the nautilus cup that was placed in the glass cover, reflecting the colorful light, like the magical rose in the fairy tale of "Beauty and the Beast", surrounded by a magical halo, the corner of his mouth twitched wildly: "..."

Yan Yan, who was ignorant of current affairs, was still beside him: "What a good meaning, a cup, a lifetime!"

Qin Chuan couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped Yan Xie on the head: "What nonsense are you talking about! I don't know that prostitute surnamed Gong!"

Ma Xiang came over and said, "Don't call me a prostitute, Brother Qin, haven't all the misunderstandings been resolved? And it's now—it's today, Mr. Gong will only be able to prostitute you alone in the future." Already."

Qin Chuan was vigilant: "Wait, what misunderstanding?"

A certain little anti-narcotics police officer who was turned into a regular by him came over, with a baby face full of innocence: "Deputy Qin, I know you have been refusing to admit it, but everyone knows! Five or six years ago you were You were in danger during an arrest operation, and when you were in a helpless situation, it was indeed Mr. Gong who passed by who saved you! You are a lifesaver after all!"

Qin Chuan was confused: "What? He saved me?"

Another colleague also came over to fight for the surnamed Gong: "That's right! At that time, Mr. Gong got lost and asked someone casually, but he didn't know that person was selling pornography! Team Qin, tell the truth, he just Take you out of the undercover drug den, but you insist on bringing him back for the crime of disseminating books, videos, audio-visuals, and pictures according to the first and fourth paragraphs of Article 360 ​​of the Chinese Criminal Law, are you right? Seeing the beauty of Mr. Gong, no, the appearance is gone, oh yes, there is still money, so you want to make a promise with your body?"

Qin Chuan only felt that there were too many pitfalls to start with, and thousands of words turned into a mouthful of old blood in his heart. His lips moved for a moment, and tremblingly squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Fuck..."

Gao Panqing came over halfway to listen, and interrupted excitedly: "Tsk tsk Brother Qin finally admitted! He just wants to fuck, no, he wants to be fucked by Mr. Gong..."

Qin Chuan raised his arm tremblingly and pointed at the winking Yan Mao, at the gossip-looking Ma Xiang, and at the circle of City Bureau idiots, exhausted: "Get lost!"

A group of people were happy and not afraid, still joking and joking: "Oh, Brother Qin has a thin-skinned day!"

"Tsk tsk, why hasn't Mr. Gong come yet? The bride is blushing!"

When Qin Chuan heard the first half of the sentence, his mood suddenly fell, and an indescribable disappointment came from nowhere and rushed up like a tide, which washed away the excitement and joy that had just arisen from the frolic, and made him not even finish the second half of the sentence. Didn't hear it, murmured: "He won't come."

The colleague looked strange: "Brother Qin, Mr. Gong is not you, and he only wants to escape marriage."

Qin Chuan was still tracing his emotional traces, what was wrong, as if his memory and logic couldn't be coherent, he just retorted casually after hearing what his colleague said: "Why would I want to run away from marriage?"

"Oh, so you didn't think of running away from marriage?"

Qin Chuan suddenly raised his head, his face full of astonishment that had nowhere to hide!

Gou Ri, surnamed Gong, stood behind him with a smile. He was wearing a black dark gold suit and bow tie of the same style as Qin Chuan. He stands out among the crowd.

Qin Chuan had an inexplicable heartbeat, as if he knew rationally that he would not come, but he couldn't help thinking like a naive child, what if he would come, what if——

When he really came, the first reaction was to be surprised at how he was here, and at the same time, a little bit of sour joy steamed up.

He didn't know where this sourness came from. It seemed that all the good things this person gave him would have a spicy aftertaste, like a mermaid that would turn into foam when the sun rose, or a cake that would go moldy when it expired.

Before Qin Chuan had time to sort out his thoughts, he saw Fang Zhenghong snorted coldly and walked past.

Questions followed one after another, so he could only choose to ask the suspect who appeared first about the situation of the suspect who appeared later in a low voice: "The square team is also there?"

Mr. Gong looked at him jokingly, and pointed at Wu Yu who was eating custard buns on the dining table like a squirrel in the distance: "Don't you want to have fun? Well, not only Jianning, but also guests from Jinhai are here. "

Qin Chuan shuddered when he saw that cheating painter who was capable of fighting and making troubles, and then saw that the painter who made him frightened was also grabbed by the back of the neck one day, and that tall and stern figure was impressively captured by him. Bu Chonghua, the illustrator of two hundred catties of grief and five hundred catties of gratitude!

Qin Chuan felt a chill in the back of his head, turned his head and asked him weakly the only possible support at this moment, that is, the ruthless Mr. Gong: "They..."

Mr. Gong is observing his expression carefully: "Do you recognize them?"

Qin Chuan's brain was running fast, his eyes suddenly focused, and then he relaxed, and asked confusedly: "I don't know? Huh, sir?"

Mr. Gong showed a very smile of a vampire duke, and pointed to Yan Yan, who was busy instructing the waiter to brew the tea bags he brought to present to Associate Professor Jiang: "Amnesia? Then do you still remember your good brother Yan Yan? "

"It seems...a little impression?"

Mr. Gong nodded naturally: "It's good to have an impression. He sold you to me. From today onwards, you will be me—" He paused, and looked around the lively and warm venue, "Xinna's Tongfang Girl."

Qin Chuan: "..."

This mixed-race rogue surnamed Gong is a bit too good at learning Chinese, to be able to find out such a word so quickly and accurately to describe his status as a sex buddy and nanny who has to warm the bed and work, so as to satisfy his pervert psychology.

Qin Chuan's eyes regained clarity for a second: "I suddenly seem to remember again, Boss Gong just mentioned Yan Yan?"

Mr. Gong laughed, and then his eyes fell deeply on him: "Captain Yan said on the day of the wedding that the person who should give the gift money the most did not come. According to the Civil Compensation Regulations, he must at least pay me a fortune."

Qin Chuan remained silent.

Mr. Gong lowered his voice, and seduced Qin Chuan with a voice comparable to a vinyl record: "So you come with me, and I will pay for you, how about it?"

Qin Chuan was expressionless: "What's the difference between this and the prostitution you made up just now?"

Mr. Gong laughed loudly, but his eyes stopped when he reached the end of the red carpet, and he turned to look at Qin Chuan: "It's almost time, take me to see...father-in-law?"

Qin Chuan stopped talking.

From a distance of several meters, Qin Chuan seemed to clearly see his mother whom he had not seen for more than ten years. She was not as young as in the black and white portrait, but more lively;

The old bureau chief tried to straighten his shoulders at his owed son's wedding, but ended up hunched slightly.His gaze has been on this side, chasing Qin Chuan's figure.

Yue Guangping's expression was peaceful and even satisfied, but Qin Chuan seemed to see Yue Guangping's bloodshot eyes staring straight at him, which seemed to contain a thousand words that could not be expressed, including astonishment, regret, regret, nostalgia, nostalgia, and so on. I can't believe it, I can't believe it...but there is no hatred.

That is... the father in countless late night dreams and the mother in deep memory.

They sit there alive.

Qin Chuan's brain was in chaos, doubts and joys were frantically torn in his mind, and for a moment he didn't understand why there was a portrait of his deceased in his memory, why there was a picture of Yue Guangping lying on the ground and twitching violently.

He turned his head in a daze, surrounded by clinking cups of wine and laughter, those colleagues who he thought he had left behind and who had already gone the other way were blessing him from the bottom of their hearts.

What a happy and perfect picture, it is as complete as a dream, what is wrong?

However, the more he thought about it, the more he got a headache, his eyes shook, and even the face of Mr. Gong who was close at hand seemed to be out of focus. His face, but how ruthless is that smile... Even the eyebrows remain motionless, are the slightly raised corners of his lips mocking him?

Qin Chuan reluctantly turned his head in the violent shock of his spiritual world.

A gust of wind blew by, dark clouds covered the sky, and there were no wedding guests. The blooming rose petals withered, fell off, and melted into dust and mud at a thousand times the speed of time, and the bright green lawn faded into whitewashed old Unfolding, the countless stone tablets erected out of thin air are silent towards the sky, the mountains in the distance are stacked, and the swirling airflow is mournful like crying.

His elongated shadow was cast on the ground, parallel to the rows of gray-black steles, and it was impossible to distinguish each other for a moment.

Before losing consciousness, he looked down at the steles lined up in the martyrs' cemetery, and a strange thought unexpectedly crossed his mind: Is this... his destination?

Qin Chuan was kicked awake by someone.

Or rather, he woke up with a kick on a chair.

Yan Xie jokingly asked, "What are you dreaming about?"

Without even thinking about it, only one person in the city bureau would treat him like this, be willing to treat him like this, and dare to treat him like this, Qin Chuan, friend of women, deputy head of anti-drug detachment, Qin Chuan took off his glasses that were crooked on the bridge of his nose Rubbing his temples: "My surname is Yan, I just welcomed Teacher Maria Ozawa into the door, and I haven't had time to entertain her yet, why can't you be late?"

Yan Xie walked over and turned off the power of the projector in the conference room: "The case has been transferred to the procuratorate, so I have to go home and sleep."

Just as Qin Chuan was about to say something, he saw Yan Xie winkingly at him: "Or, is it because your family life is not harmonious that you work overtime at the Municipal Bureau for several days in a row?"

Yan Yan's facial features are tough, such a squeeze, the nose is not the nose and the eyes are not the eyes, not swishing, and I don't know what is going on with Associate Professor Jiang's aesthetics, but he can still kiss him, Qin Chuan only wished he could get the soles of his shoes The board continued to slap this handsome face: "None of your business? Don't judge others by yourself! Tsk tsk, those young men in the police academy are all young and young. No wonder Associate Professor Jiang doesn't come home from school meetings every day. By the way, yes Don’t students often give him gifts?”

Yan Yan frowned like a cat whose tail has been stepped on: "That's because of the end of the school term! My Professor Jiang loves the people like a child! Bah, he never tires of teaching! But——"

Yan Yan leaned over meanly: "Are you really hiding from that Gong?" He gloated and said hypocritically, "Even if he answered a phone call and left you at the family dinner last time Well, even if the following brother finds out that he is going to have a private meeting with a young man who is 1.8 meters tall and in a tailored suit whose face cannot be seen clearly, even if they spent an hour together in the private room, even if you are more than thirty years old Fading looks are not as good as the ratio of the waist and legs of the little fresh meat. Even if you are a public servant and don’t eat or drink for a year, you may not be able to afford a button, but it doesn’t mean anything at all! You see , doesn’t the surname Gong come to the gate of the Municipal Bureau to block you every day, no, to pick you up and go home? How sincere!”

The three courts and five sense organs of Qin Chuan's entire face were twitching at an irregular frequency. This childish ghost surnamed Yan was stimulated by the gift he said was given to Jiang Ting just now, and he was determined not to let Qin Chuan feel better. He forced him to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the meeting room, opened the curtains with a swipe, pointed at the door of the Municipal Bureau, and exclaimed: "See, the traffic police brigade is familiar with him. Hey, he drove Cullinan today? You What kind of business does Jialaogong actually do?"

Qin Chuan's handsome face was a little imperceptibly red: "What are you barking!"

Yan Xie didn't notice that Qin Chuan was about to become angry, staring out the window and sighing in admiration: "Look, the guy from the anti-pornography brigade has gone downstairs... It's the manager of the time when you insisted that people with the surname Gong be detained for distributing items." Man, he actually gave a USB flash drive to the surname Gong..."

Yan Xie turned around and glanced at Qin Chuan's waist regretfully: "Old Qin, I think you will be late tomorrow morning."

Qin Chuan punched Yan Yan in the abdomen without hesitation: "I'll tell Professor Jiang that the little girl who survived last time stalked your mobile phone number and said that she couldn't hear from you every day." I can't sleep because of the sound!"

Yan Yan looked at him incredulously: "Fuck?! There is no such thing as the latter, okay! According to the first paragraph of Article 240 of the Criminal Law, blatantly fabricating facts to slander others, and if the circumstances are serious, they shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years or criminal detention. , control or deprive political rights!"

Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows subtly and decently, with a triumphant expression: "That depends on how Associate Professor Jiang will sentence you."