Give a bellflower to the drowning ghost

88

Wang Ze tremblingly said, "Is it because you are the only one who has become his 'friend' that you are so open-minded?"

The ranger thought for a moment, and finally said, "Yes."

Wang Ze said: "But it may also be because he wants to use you to make you feel this way."

The Ranger affirmed, "No, I'm pretty sure I'm still his friend, even though the motives may not be pure."

Wang Ze gritted his teeth, his eyes were burning with all kinds of emotions, but his hands and feet were cold and numb.He showed a smile uglier than crying: "I'm so jealous."

The confidence of the rangers comes from the time they lived together.

In contrast, the communication mode between Wang Ze and the writer is long-term but not in-depth.When Wang Ze encountered a problem that he had nowhere to talk to, he would carefully sneak out of the school and put the letter in a nearby mailbox.As long as you wait patiently, the writer's personal letter will arrive, giving Wang Ze support and encouragement, and occasionally they will send each other some gifts.

However, the writer never took the initiative to send a letter to Wang Ze, except for festivals when gifts were required to prove their relationship.

As the ranger said, it was a one-sided friendship.

Is it because I always ask the other party for help with any trivial matter, so that the writer feels that even talking to himself is just a waste of time?

When does writer's depression start?When he received the letter? When is the No.30 letter?or earlier?

If the Rangers cannot bring the writer back, it is because the writer has long suffered from depression.However, the self-proclaimed close pen pal of ten years, obviously has so much time, but has not provided any help for the writer.

Even at this moment, it is difficult to even believe that "the writer is for his own good".

It's so dirty.

89

Wang Ze heard himself saying: "If you saw the letters he left behind, would you still be so sure?"

The ranger looked at Wang Ze with worried eyes. Wang Ze realized that he must be very embarrassed in the eyes of the ranger, but he still tremblingly said: "I got everything, whether it is written by a writer or already I have saved scanned copies of the letters of those who committed suicide and put them in a place that only I know."

He shouldn't have done it, he knew he was invading the deceased's privacy when he first saw those materials, but he was overwhelmed by his own delusions.

But now, for his own selfish desire, he wanted to give those letters to another person to read.

Just to shake the ranger's faith.

Just because of jealousy.

Wang Ze seemed to have returned to the chaotic state at the beginning. He went through the formalities of suspending school without telling his family, and frantically collected people and information related to the author, but he became deeply annoyed after he succeeded.Mingming decided to burn those words full of sorrow and helplessness in a remote place in order to protect the reputation of the writer and those people, but he couldn't help himself and took pictures one by one before lighting the fire.

Following the writer's trajectory, he pieced together the relationship between the writer and other people bit by bit. He was shocked by the writer's exquisiteness, and was even more frightened by the similarities between himself and those who chose to commit suicide.

"If you are still so confident after reading those things, then..."

So how?

Wang Ze opened his mouth, but felt his throat was dry and unable to speak.

The ranger continued calmly, "I'll see."

Wang Ze clenched his fist, his nails deeply embedded in his palm.

"Even if I read it, I will still be so sure." The forest guard broke Wang Ze's hand and stopped his self-harm: "Because what I believe in is the truth."

90

Three in the morning.

The ranger lay in bed, the hotel's air conditioner making the temperature comfortable, but he couldn't sleep.

He knew that Wang Ze on the other bed was not asleep either.

In the dark, as long as there is a slight movement, the dry bedding will make a slight but noticeable friction sound.

With good eyesight, the forest ranger saw Wang Ze pull out his hands from the fluffy quilt and gently cover his face.

91

At six o'clock, Wang Ze got up.He silently twisted a hot towel, put it on his eyelids, and then slumped on the sofa, only showing his beautifully contoured chin and tight lips.

The ranger turned over and got out of bed, opened the floor-to-ceiling glass curtains, and what came into view was the river view bathed in the morning light.

Wang Ze seemed to feel the warmth of the sun. He pulled down the towel, revealing a pair of red and swollen eyes: "...Actually, the writer's home is also in this city."

This is obviously information that Wang Ze only knew after the writer's death.The ranger remained silent because of the emotion in Wang Ze's words.

Wang Ze continued to talk to himself: "It's a small duplex apartment that looks very spacious for one person to live in. Now it belongs to the writer's father. His father listed the property for sale, but because of the rumors, it is also It couldn’t be sold, and when I went to buy letters, the room was empty and there were some big pieces of furniture left. As long as you contact the agent or the writer’s father, anyone can get in.”

Wang Ze whispered: "I wanted to take you to see it."

The ranger said: "It doesn't matter, anyway, people are gone, and there is no use going there."

"However," Wang Ze narrowed his eyes, "the balcony there is huge, facing south, and the sunlight is very good. He must have felt very warm when he lived there."

92

Wang Ze postponed his appointment and decided to take out those letters first.

But before setting off, Wang Ze refused the buffet breakfast offered by the hotel, and led the rangers into the alley with mottled trees.At the end of the alley made of bricks and stones, there is a roadside noodle shop with yellowed signs. There is a long queue in front of the shop in the early morning. Because the seats in the shop are limited, many students and white-collar workers are in the shop. Wait for packing.Wang Ze skillfully pulled out a folding table from the corner, let the ranger sit on the plastic stool, and then naturally joined the queue for breakfast.

The forest ranger was a little overwhelmed by the lively atmosphere.

The kitchen where the sausages are made is completely open.The strong female worker uses a large spoon to scoop up the pre-ground powder slurry from the bucket, pour it into the stainless steel steaming plate, and then sprinkle pork, fried dough sticks and other ingredients on the steaming plate according to the order content, and cover it with cloth. Finally push into the stainless steel powder holder.Another female worker, in the billowing steam, opened the steamed noodles, scraped the thin noodles from the cloth to the plate, and finally cut the rolled intestines with two "dongdong" sounds. Open three sections, pour the fragrant cooked soy sauce, and serve it to the guests by the waiter.

Compared with the extremely high efficiency of the kitchen, the waiters are only doing the work of serving dishes and collecting dishes, and the garbage is still falling on the floor of the store in bits and pieces, but the customers don't care at all, and they enter the store quickly and quickly. Leave after eating and start a new day of hard work.

Wang Ze placed the order and sat opposite the ranger with a faded number plate: "How do you feel?"

The forest ranger said slowly, "...This is the first time I've seen real cloth sausages."

Wang Ze broke open the disposable chopsticks and skillfully scraped the wooden thorns on them: "This is the most authentic restaurant I have ever eaten at, and I chose that hotel because it was close to here."

"No matter how much you praise me, I won't forgive you."

A girl wearing a camouflage vest and hot pants sat next to Wang Ze. Wang Ze casually introduced: "The owner's daughter, I like to be called Ada."

Ada said angrily: "It's too plain. This introduction, after all, I am also the heir of a time-honored brand."

Wang Ze said, "You don't intend to inherit."

Even the forest rangers who are not very sensitive to the ways of the world can feel at this moment what it means that King Xiang is intentional and the goddess is unintentional.

Ada said: "But if I don't inherit it, you won't be able to eat the most authentic taste in the future."

Wang Ze carefully rubbed the two chopsticks against each other, as if trying to grind out two needles: "Anyway, you don't like this store, so there's no need to force it."

Ada rested her chin, and turned to the ranger and said, "Look, the workers in this store are all aunts and uncles, young people are not interested in working here, and a plate of sausage that costs a few dollars doesn't make much money. Where can I beat those chain stores..."

The ranger began to understand why Wang Ze was so indifferent to this girl.

Wang Ze said: "That's why I want to come here a few more times before the owner transfers the shop to someone else."

93

Ada was bored, so she took over at the cashier.

The steaming hot bratwurst was served immediately, the skin was crystal clear, thin and crisp, and the taste was so good that the forest rangers forgot the fatigue caused by lack of sleep.

Wang Ze chewed slowly and said, "It would be a pity if this taste is lost."

The ranger said: "But the heir himself doesn't feel sorry."

Wang Ze smiled: "You yourself are honestly inheriting your father's career, but you are on her side."

The forest ranger said: "I don't have as many choices as her. Don't be too strict." The cheap plastic stools, the store floor that can never be swept clean, and the hot air blowing against your face. The sausage shop is looking a bit dated.How could a young girl be willing to bet her youth on the feelings of more than ten years ago.

Wang Ze bowed his head: "It's just that she doesn't like the status quo, and she hasn't thought about how to improve it... That's all, talking about this will affect her appetite."

The ranger asked: "What about you? What is your plan at home?"

As soon as the words fell, he himself was taken aback. He didn't ask too many people before.

Wang Ze raised his head, and the expression on his face slowly disappeared like paint after being exposed to the sun.

94

The forest ranger has to admit that compared with the breakfast in this store, his diet on the mountain is indeed pitifully rough. It would be embarrassing if this traditional taste is broken.

After breakfast, they went back to the hotel and prepared to go to the parking lot to pick up the car.Wang Ze, who had regained some energy, said: "I stored those photos and scans in a mobile hard disk, and now they are stored in an automatic locker in the suburbs. Only I know the password, which is much more at ease than storing them at school or at home. .”

The ranger asked, "Does your family rummage through your things?"

Wang Ze said casually: "How should I put it...Actually, they don't have so much time to care about my affairs, but my mother is a person who pays more attention to the result than the process. If something catches her attention, she will achieve her goal." The method is destined to make me unhappy. For example..."

Wang Ze's expression froze and he stopped.

In the huge parking lot, there were not many cars parked here and there, so the two men in suits who suddenly appeared next to their car looked very unnatural.

The forest ranger recognized them as the two bodyguards of Wang Ze they had met at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing that Wang Ze had noticed them, the two uninvited men bowed to signal them.

Wang Ze showed a wry smile: "Why, what surprise did you bring me?"

One of the men pulled out a file bag, unhurriedly opened it, and took out a dark mobile hard drive from it.

The ranger was taken aback, and subconsciously supported Wang Ze.

Wang Ze gritted his teeth and stared at the two men.

The man said respectfully: "Master, please don't be nervous. We can assure you that neither we nor Madam have any behavior or intention to spy on your privacy. It's just that Madam hopes to have a talk with you after learning about your appointment plan. Talk, in order not to delay the young master's itinerary, let us first bring over the things that the young master is going to bring."

The bodyguard opened the car door and made a "please" gesture.The comfortable leather sofa chair in the carriage was as terrifying as an electric chair at this moment.

"Master, please don't keep Madam waiting."

After a while, Wang Ze said to the ranger, "Do you want to wait for me in the hotel?"

Despite what he said, Wang Ze's eyes were fixed on the ranger.

The ranger patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, I promised to accompany you."

No matter where you are going.