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In fact, there is a desk in Lu Wei's room that is usually used for office work.

It's not big, but it's practical.

There are drawers on the bottom and bookcases on it, which can hold a lot of materials, and you can reach them with your hands.

But at the moment, these materials, including Lu Wei's own laptop, were all "requisitioned" by Xue Han and brought to the living room.

Lu Wei speculated that it might be the "little thing" he said in the morning that completely annoyed the young master.

After all, the word "small" basically belongs to the forbidden zone of men.

"Everyone takes what they need, not too much, Officer Lu?"

Holding a stack of neatly bound materials, Xue Han lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at Lu Wei.

"Not too much." Lu Wei slightly nodded his head in a serious manner, which was considered to be his consent.

He thought for a while, and added: "If you want to find something about Zou Guoxiang, you don't have to."

Hearing this, Xue Han put all the things in his hands on the table, stepped forward and sat down beside Lu Wei, leaned forward and said with a smile that was not a smile: "Why? I can just ask you directly?"

Putting down the notebook in his hand, Lu Wei didn't answer his question, but directly narrated: "Zou Guoxiang is a retired prison guard. He remarried my mother more than ten years ago."

"As for Qin Bo, I didn't know he had such a relationship with Uncle Zou."

Xue Han said "Hey" thoughtfully, and asked, "Then why is your surname Lu? Does your mother know?"

Lu Wei glanced at him coolly, and wrote lightly: "I have been named after my mother since I was a child, and she probably doesn't know about it. She can't hide things, and if she knew about it, she would usually chat."

With your mother's last name?

Xue Han nodded clearly, and did not continue to ask.

"I always knew that Uncle Zou was not a simple prison guard." Lu Wei picked up his teacup and took a sip, and continued: "He is very familiar with the black forces in society, and he is also very well-informed."

"The girl next to Xing Laohei was the one who revealed it to me."

The boneless young man sat obediently for a few minutes, and gradually collapsed on the table as if he had melted.

He leaned on his arm and said vaguely, "What is that called...what is it called?"

"An'an." Lu Wei looked down at his soft hair scattered around his ears, and recalled for him: "A drug addict in a white dress."

Xue Han rolled his eyes teasingly, and looked at Lu from the bottom up: "Do you remember it clearly?"

Lu Wei ignored him, pinched his knuckles, and said to himself: "For so many years, he and my mother have lived a stable life, and gradually I don't care so much about these things."

He paused, and continued: "Until I saw your parents' photos on your computer."

Xue Han's arm stiffened visibly to the naked eye, and he sat up quietly as if with a premonition, and turned to support his head, but he didn't make a sound.

Nostalgia is a common problem among people, and Xue Han felt that he was a heartless person.

But even so, he still left a photo of the past, in case he suddenly couldn't remember what they looked like one day.

Lu Wei looked at his expression quietly, saw that Xue Han was just a little sleepy, and didn't mean to resist, so he said again: "When I was in high school, I once had a fight with my classmates, and I went home early, and saw a couple and Uncle Zou sat facing each other, and seemed to be talking about something."

He carefully recalled the scene that day, and described: "On the table are three cups of black tea, a basket of fruit, several velvet boxes, a stack of small paper bags, and a signature pen."

"Small paper bag?" Xue Han squinted his eyes halfway, and the end of his eyes curled up: "Let me guess, is it this size?"

He took out a tissue and folded it a few times.

Lu Wei took the small square, unfolded it without saying a word, and aligned the corners again.

Xue Han gave a "tsk" impatiently, and teased: "Officer Lu, really, go and see if you are too sick. At worst, I will pay for your medical expenses."

This is really boastful, now he eats and lives in Lu Wei's house, and even hides a Lu Wei's bank card, turning around and claiming that he will be Lu Wei's father.

However, the person involved didn't think it was a big problem at all, and while tidying up the tissues, he replied politely, "Which department is it?"

"Neurology."

"..."

Lu Wei put the tissue in his hand on the table, implying that this was the approximate size of the small paper bag.

In the end, I pressed it with my hands to make the already thin tissue more compressed.

"Photo." Xue Han said without thinking.

There are not many things that can be held in such a large paper bag, and the thin layer is not designed to hold a certain volume of objects.

Photos are the most appropriate answer.

Lu Wei was noncommittal.

The velvet box is hard not to think of jewelry.

So what does a retired prison guard and a married couple who own a jewelry business talk about over a few velvet boxes and photographs?

The two were silent, but they had already thought about it in their hearts.

In the notebook that Lu Wei turned over not long ago, there is a record written by Xue Han stroke by stroke——

"April 4: Bought a diamond-encrusted brooch from a Chinese in the United States and died.

June 6: Bought a diamond ring from the owner of the grain and oil store, with debts.

July 7: Bought a diamond ring from a casino dealer, Medusa.

July 7: X college students, ear studs, what they deserve.

July 7: Grocery tally, Guilty.

August 8: Cook, Evil.

August 8th: X company executives, chasing the murderer.

December 8th...

December 8th...

August 8th..."

The content is becoming more and more simplified, but the time is becoming more and more compact.

There are more than 40 such messages eloquently, extending until before the Chinese New Year this year.

That is something that Xue Han imprinted in his mind, thinking and exploring over and over every day...

……

One year ago, on April 4rd, the United States.

Coffee is a daily drink here, and large and small cafes and coffee carts occupy half of the entire city.

The only ones that can keep pace with it are the milk tea shops in the ancient oriental country.

Hidden in a coffee shop on the corner of the street, the boss with an oriental face is huddling behind the counter and talking on the phone one after another.

—his resident saxophonist is sick.

This can make the boss anxious.

The blond saxophonist has added a lot of points to his coffee shop with his affectionate and charming skin. It's the weekend, and the customers who come here have begun to leave one after another.

As a last resort, the boss hoped to borrow a musician from the bar to save the scene, but no one came to take the porcelain job.

Understandably, no one wants to be compared.

The boss hung up the phone with a sad face, and his wife suddenly patted him on the shoulder hard.

"Old Yu Old Yu!! Look at that!!"

"What?!"

The boss called Lao Yu raised his head with a beard and staring eyes, followed his wife's fingers, and saw a young man with his back facing them in front of the small table by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out the window with his head propped up. Legs crossed, motionless.

The coffee on the table has run out, and there is a violin case at his feet.

Boss Yu's eyes lit up, he hurriedly stood up and straightened his hair according to the shadowy shadow of the desk clock.

Like a singer, he murmured "ahah" twice, found a sound that he didn't know why, and then walked across the hall and corridor to the young man's side.

"Ahem." Boss Yu deliberately emphasized his existence, and stood beside him and cleared his throat.

The young man didn't seem to hear, still looking out the window motionlessly.

"Ahem!!!!"

The young man's shoulders trembled, and finally he turned around slowly, with his cold eyes slightly raised, he turned his face sideways and glanced at the inexplicable boss, and dragged his voice, "Go and see if there is something wrong."

His deep voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for several days.

Can you beat your face and speak Chinese? !

This cognition made Boss Yu completely ignore the sarcasm. He thought he was quite friendly and smiled, and tentatively said, "The little brother is also Chinese? How do you call him?"

This young man's face was pale, and he was still very youthful, and he seemed a bit indistinguishable.

But such a gentle and harmless appearance became extremely thorny with his cold snort, and he turned his head away again, lazily said: "Not happy."

Boss Yu raised his eyebrows, and then lowered them ferociously. He raised the corners of his mouth like a cramp: "Little brother, the resident in our store is sick today. I think you have a violin with you. Let's see how you look." With a literary and artistic atmosphere, you must have quite high artistic attainments, right? Look..."

"No time." The young man interrupted Boss Yu's chatter without looking back.

Boss Yu, holding a "high hat" with no place to buckle it, took a deep breath, and continued to flatter him: "You think about it again? It's not in vain to trouble you, the items in the store will be within a week..."

He glanced at the coffee in front of the young man, um, it was the cheapest kind.

"Within one month! Order whatever you want within one month!"

Thinking about it, this poor boy doesn't know what to buy, so he just got rid of it with a cup of the cheapest coffee.

As long as he has this face and this figure, even a beginner who can pull two tigers can save the day.

Sure enough, the young man who had only shown him the back of his head in the last second turned around again, and there seemed to be a hint of teasing in his clear eyes, and he said with a half-smile: "Is this true?"

"This statement...???" Boss Yu frowned, wondering what era the conversation was in, but he still nodded in response: "This statement is true! It's too true!"

"Deal." The young man stood up slowly, picked up the violin and walked towards the bar.

Boss Yu finally heaved a sigh of relief, followed up swayingly, looked at the young man's clothes, and suggested, "Hey little brother, your outfit is too casual and plain, so, just wait, I'll give it to you." Get a... brooch, get a brooch for you to wear."

"Up to you." The young man shrugged indifferently.

Hey!This little devil is not good enough!

Boss Yu grinned secretly, and took out the velvet box that was pressed in the back of the cabinet...

However, when the first note was rippling in the small cafe, Boss Yu seemed to be able to stuff an egg directly into his mouth.

Elegant and graceful, lazy and noble, with every frown, smile and every move with precise arc.

Accompanied by the long violin music with a touch of unknown sadness, it amazes me for a moment.

……

"and after?"

Lu Wei asked while opening the freezer of the refrigerator.

"Later?" Xue Han leaned over from the other half of the refrigerator and scanned the various ingredients in the freezer, thinking about what to eat for lunch while recalling: "Well, I played the piano in his shop for a month later. , Whoring for nothing for a month."

"The boss originally wanted me to work as a long-term worker for him." Xue Han reached out to fish out a piece of vacuum-packed wagyu beef and looked at it, and said disgustedly: "The boss said that he couldn't afford me, and thought I was only expensive. "

Lu Wei's gaze slowly shifted from Xue Han's face to the evenly oiled wagyu beef in his hand, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he said quietly, "Fortunately, the boss is a cheapskate."

"Tch." Xue Han threw the piece of wagyu into his arms, lowered his eyes and said meaningfully: "He is generous, but it won't be long before he is generous. He will be extradited back to China after a month."

Lu Wei, who had already guessed the ending, looked indifferent, took out two small bundles of asparagus from the refrigerator, and asked casually, "Is he the first person and sweet phrase in your notes? 'Desperate'?"

"Yeah." Xue Han brushed his forehead thoughtfully, looked at his violin, and said slowly: "After I discovered it by accident, I spent a fortune to buy that brooch. But he wouldn't wear it at first. Such an unlucky thing, so the price is very cheap, but no matter what, I don’t want to tell me the meaning of the word ‘death’.”

Lu Wei glanced at him lightly, then looked away: "So you studied such a major in college?"

"Hmm." Xue Han leaned on the refrigerator, curling the corners of his lips.

So he's back.

For a truth.