Hunt down

The class bell rang like a reminder after the lunch break, and the students in the corridor hurried to the classroom. Of course, there must be a group of people in this busy crowd who are calm and leisurely-the students on duty outdoors.

A small group of four or five people held brooms and garbage baskets, swayed at the back of the classroom, and took out the garbage leisurely. The one who walked at the end of them was the tallest and had a strong physique due to regular exercise. His loose school uniform was on his shoulders. The clothes on her body can't stop the youthful and healthy spirit that rushes to her face.

The tall man hooked the rope on the broom with his little finger, and swung the broom to sweep the ground lightly from time to time. He thought in his heart that in the first math class in the afternoon, the teacher would start to talk about the papers that he had tested yesterday in about 5 minutes, about half an hour later. Afterwards, he would skip to the part of additional questions, thinking about how long it would be appropriate to hang around, and just thinking about it vigorously, the slightly shorter boy who was walking in front of him walked up to him backwards, and whispered quietly.

"Hey, did you know that a celebrity near the school had an accident recently?"

The tall man said indifferently, "No."

"That's it, that Chuyang Group, have you heard of it? The chairman's residence is not far from your home. You won't be so closed in on this news!"

The tall man slapped the boy's buttocks, "Could such a rich person live near me! That's a rich area across a bridge, okay! Besides, brother, I am busy studying every day. Don't hear gossip."

The boy gave him a blank look, "Don't you want to be a policeman? You don't care about social news, maybe you will have to deal with these things day and night in the future! Why don't you hurry up and keep pace with the times, and stay on your own as a ghost !"

"Huh? You bastard—"

"Hurry up! The teacher will deduct our points later!" A beautiful girl with a high ponytail in front shouted at them.

"Go, hurry up! The squad leader is in a hurry!" The tall boy patted the shoulder of the shorter boy, "You have to run if you have short legs!"

"You——! Zhou Jiming! Are you a bitch!"

After listening to the short boy, he chased the tall one to call, and returned to the teaching building in a row.

Later, Zhou Jiming went to learn about the so-called "celebrity events".

Every day on his way home, he passed by the wealthy area where Deng Anguo, the chairman of Chuyang Group, lived, and then rode a bicycle across an overpass to an ordinary residential area before returning to his home.

On the day Deng Anguo was arrested on the way home from school, he saw many police cars parked on the side of the road, but he didn't know that the man handcuffed and brought into the car was Deng Anguo, he only knew that he was a rich man.

At that time, it was rumored that Deng Anguo was arrested because of embezzling the company's public funds, which made the company unable to enter normal operation, lost more than one billion yuan, and was almost on the verge of bankruptcy.

At that time, Zhou Jiming only thought that people must abide by the law, whether they are rich or poor, otherwise their families would be ruined overnight.

That day was Christmas Eve, Zhou Jiming rode his bicycle home after his evening self-study, and when he passed by a private elementary school not far from his middle school, he saw a lonely boy standing outside the closed school gate.

The little boy was wearing a blue and black school uniform, holding the hat in front of him with both hands, his body was straight, even though the cold wind was blowing in the night, the boy's neck was still straight, as if a straight piece of wood was tied behind him. Like a block.

The boy found Zhou Jiming looking at him, and lowered his head, as if he was afraid of being looked at by him like this.

Zhou Jiming felt strange. It stands to reason that it should have been three or four hours before the end of primary school. Why did no one come to pick up this child for so long, and the school teacher didn't care, so he just let him stand outside?

The 17-year-old Zhou Jiming is curious, but he is not a nosy person, so after seeing the child lowered his head, he stopped looking at him and went straight away on his bicycle.

After dinner in the evening, it snowed outside. This was the first snow this year, but it was very strong. After a while, thin snow accumulated on the branches.

Zhou Jiming's mother cleaned up the dishes, and she was talking about Deng Anguo's affairs, saying that the most pitiful thing was their child. I heard that he was only in elementary school, and that the child was sitting outside the gate by himself on the day his father was taken away. Wait, no matter how much his mother yelled, he didn't go back. In the end, he fell asleep on his stomach on the steps outside, and was carried into the house by his mother...

The mother's voice didn't stop, but the child standing alone at the school gate appeared in Zhou Jiming's mind.

"Mom?" Zhou Jiming interrupted his mother suddenly.

"Huh? What?"

"The mother of the child, will you pick up the child and go home?"

"Yes... yes..." his mother slowed down, as if she was remembering something, "but today I heard from the neighbor... that the mother of that family committed suicide... it is said that it was still in front of the child... ...Ah...poor child..."

Zhou Jiming looked at the heavy snow outside the window, which did not seem to shrink at all, "Mom? When I was in elementary school, I would go home by myself, right?"

"That's right," his mother wiped the plate in her hand, "You are brave and smart, you can follow me, so Mom never worries about you going home by yourself——eh? No, you are asking all the time what?"

"Dad hasn't come back yet?" Classmate Zhou still asked without thinking.

"Hmm..." Mom looked at the wall clock on the wall, "I'm probably on the way now, why, you still plan to—"

"Then I'll go out to pick up my dad." Zhou Jiming said while wearing a coat, and before his mother could answer, he rushed out the door, stepped on his bicycle and left.

Two street lights on the overpass were broken, and they were still blinking in the dying struggle. Zhou Jiming pedaled the car quickly, thinking about the pitiful look of the child he saw in the afternoon, he felt that he was really not manly enough to let others care about him , Not heroic enough, and he will become a policeman in the future, I guess the security guards are not good enough.

Zhou Jiming complained about himself in all kinds of ways.

After passing the overpass, the lights on the road are much brighter, and with the reflection of the snow, the things on the road can be seen more clearly.

It was cold and late at night, and there was no one on the road. Occasionally, private cars drove back from outside.While riding his bicycle, Zhou Jiming looked at the roads on both sides, for fear of missing the elementary school students who might be ignored somewhere.

But he didn't meet him on the road.

As he expected, the child was still at the school gate, but he was no longer standing, but huddled in a corner. When Zhou Jiming found him, there was a big pile of snow on his head.

"Little brother, aren't you... going home?" Zhou Jiming put the car beside him, knelt down and asked the boy.

He was too close to the child. The child may have been frozen for too long, and his reaction was a little slow. When Zhou Jiming wanted to ask again, he raised his head and stared at Zhou Jiming vigilantly, with cowardly hostility in his eyes.

The awareness of prevention is quite strong, Zhou Jiming thought.

"It's snowing too hard, tell my brother where you live, and my brother will send you back, okay, if you keep freezing like this, you will get sick." Zhou Jiming was extremely gentle.

The boy's hands were trembling. He looked at Zhou Jiming and seemed to be able to lift a hand to slap him immediately. He looked noble and unattainable, and he didn't talk to ordinary people, "I... I don't know you."

"I don't know you either. I came to pick up my dad. I saw you here on the way. If you want to be a good person and accumulate blessings for the college entrance examination, you should do me a favor!" Funny brother.

"I-don't-know-you." The boy strongly refused again word by word.

Zhou Jiming wondered why the child was so stubborn, whether the tutor was too good or too rigid, since he couldn't say it, then he contacted the doorman teacher, anyone in the child's family could be contacted.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jiming stood up abruptly. The boy was so frightened that he almost sat on the snow. He stood up and pushed Zhou Jiming's leg, and then ran as hard as he could.

But his legs were stiff, so he fell down without taking two steps.

Zhou Jiming quickly caught up with him and picked him up from the snow. The boy was so weak that he broke Zhou Jiming's fingers with his hands. Zhou Jiming had no choice but to worry about his own meddling.

The boy in his arms couldn't open his fingers, so anxious that he cried "Wow", yelling "Mom and Dad" while crying. Before Zhou Jiming could not help but start to comfort him, a car behind him slowly drove up.

The headlights of the car directly shone on Zhou Jiming, making it hard for him to keep his eyes open. A man got out of the car. The man in a suit and leather shoes rudely snatched the boy from Zhou Jiming's hands, with a soft and blunt tone.

"Master, why are you still not home so late?"

The boy just kept crying without being able to utter a word.

Zhou Jiming thought that it should be from his family, and he was afraid that he might be misunderstood. He wanted to explain, but before he could open his mouth, he was glared at him viciously, and then the man took the boy into the car and left.

After that; Zhou Jiming never saw that boy around again.

However, he remembered those stubborn, arrogant and fearful eyes for many, many years.

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Song Nai was awakened by the sound of branches falling to the ground. Outside the window, heavy snow was falling on the city. His heart was beating extremely fast. He slowed down his breathing, not wanting to disturb the sleeping person beside him.

This is the third year he and Zhou Jiming have been together, and also the third Christmas Eve they have spent together.

In the evening, Zhou Jiming deliberately didn’t work at the police station, and rushed back to spend time with Song Nai. He didn’t eat much, but he drank a lot of wine. Song Nai was very relaxed when he was drunk, which made Zhou Jiming stunned. He, until Song Nai asked him to let him go with a crying voice, the policeman backed out from the heat and bypassed him.

At this time, the room was still filled with a sweet and greasy smell, and Song Nai felt his back ache.

The arms around him tightened, and Song Nai pressed against Zhou Jiming's chest. Hearing the heartbeat at the same frequency as his own, the corner of his mouth lightly raised, and he raised his head to kiss the corner of his lover's lips. He said softly.

"Merry Christmas, Jiming."

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