Surrounded

In the past seven years, Lao Yang has never let go of his mission. He carried the burden of the past and moved forward, after all, he did not wait for the last moment when the will of the willows and flowers will be bright.

Zhang Xiuyuan just started and stopped talking. Knowing too much is not a good thing for Ye Shijian, and leaving blank space just enough is just right.

"I need to know the truth."

"The truth?" Zhang Xiuyuan stared at the young man in front of him who seemed to have grown up overnight, "When you are strong enough, go find the truth by yourself."

Huai Xu leaned against the car window and dozed off, Ye Shijian got into the car from the other side, and woke up the moment the car door opened.Ye Shijian kept his head down and didn't look at him, but he could see that he was in a bad mood after crying, so Huai Xu moved over and put his hands over his eyes, pressed him into his arms, and whispered, "You sleep In a while."

This way of covering his eyes to conceal his fragility made Ye Shijian relax. He slid down and buried his head on Huai Xu's lap, and asked him sullenly, "Did the police tell you anything?"

"Ask a few questions." Huai Xu replied, "Show me a few photos, and ask me if I've seen that knife, and if I recognize that person."

Cloudy and rainy again.

The mourning hall in the funeral home has been properly arranged, and almost all the colleagues from Lao Yang's police station have arrived, as well as the city bureau leader whom Ye Shijian is not familiar with.As soon as the generals are successful, Lao Yang died on the battlefield. It is a kind of righteousness, and it is also a warning bell. The bad guys are still at large, and there is a long way to go to eliminate evil and promote good. There is no shortage of sacrifices.

It got dark quickly, and people came and went.

Ye Shijian handed the key to Huai Xu: "You go home and rest, I will guard Lao Yang." Huai Xu took the key and was stunned for a long time, until he was pushed out by Li Fei, he walked a few steps and turned his head , and finally said the words that rolled down his throat a few times: "Ye Shijian, I have always been here."

Ye Shijian was stunned for a moment when he saw his back, his shoulders trembled imperceptibly, as if he was trying his best to restrain his gushing emotions.

Only Yang Ying and her husband were left in front of the mourning hall. Ye Shijian called his aunt and uncle, and then sat down a few steps away, unable to raise his strength any longer.

"Xiao Jian." Yang Ying hesitated to speak, because her voice was hoarse after crying for a day, her eyes were swollen and her face was haggard.

To them, Ye Shijian was just a little more familiar than strangers and not close enough. In the past, he could only walk around during the New Year and holidays, but after all, it was through Lao Yang's relationship, but now that Lao Yang is gone, the string is broken. up.

"Auntie, just say it straight, don't be embarrassed." Ye Shijian said bluntly.

Yang Ying took a sip of hot tea to moisturize her throat, still looking weak: "That Zhang Ju from H City is a friend of your parents, right?" Ye Shijian hummed, and Yang Ying continued, "He You mentioned it to me and said that you want to take you to City H, what do you think?"

"I'm not leaving," Ye Shijian lowered his head and stared at his toes, "I want to finish my senior year with peace of mind."

"That's right, you're already in your third year of high school." Yang Ying couldn't continue, "When my brother brought you to see us, you were still in elementary school."

Both sides were silent for a long time, and the atmosphere of the funeral parlor was cold and weird.

In the end, it was Yang Ying's husband who broke the calm. He said in a stuttering manner but with a clear meaning: "Xiao Jian, we have to take back your father's house. It was left by the previous generation and should belong to your aunt."

Seeing that Ye Shi's nose was sore and he didn't say anything, Yang Ying immediately added: "You can live in peace, and we will talk about it when you are admitted to university."

"No need." Ye Shijian bit his lip and looked up at them, "After the Qing Dynasty in our country, I will go through the formalities for living on campus, and I can live on campus."

"Xiaojian..." Yang Ying couldn't bear it after all, "You don't have to be in such a hurry, we..."

"It's okay, aunt," Ye Shijian choked up, "There are many classmates in the school, and the teachers are also very good, so you don't have to worry. I don't have many things, and the house will be vacated after the National Day."

"It's okay, but we don't worry about you alone." Yang Ying wiped away her half-dried tears, "Your father and mother have left you money, your father Yang has been saving it for you, and there will be many places to spend money in the future. Tell us about the difficulties, even with relatives, your father Yang also hopes that you will live well."

"Yes," Ye Shijian nodded, "Thank you, Auntie."

Yes, relatives, after all, strangers.

At 10 pm on October 5, Lao Yang was sent to the crematorium wearing a police uniform.Ye Shijian was in a trance all the time, and even at the moment when he pushed in, he was still fantasizing that Lao Yang would wake up, until the small square box was handed over to him, and finally buried in the mausoleum.

The seven-year father-son relationship came to an abrupt end.

In front of Lao Yang's tomb, Zhang Xiuyuan persuaded Ye Shijian for a long time, and the young man made up his mind.

"I will apply for the police academy. In the future, we will meet again as colleagues."

Whether it is seven years ago or now, all justice must be done, and all disturbed souls should be comforted. The road that my fathers have never walked, even if I am covered with bruises, I will walk on my knees.

Ye Shijian was very tired, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. The scene outside the car window gradually became familiar, but the emptiness in his heart became deeper and deeper. This feeling was like sailing in the sea, the compass failed, and the wind came from all directions. There is no lighthouse to guide the course on the empty sea.

After Lao Yang's accident, Ye Shijian never returned home. Although it was only a few days, it seemed like a century.Li Fei accompanied him all the way to the door. When Ye Shijian took out the key, he realized belatedly that the key had already been given to Huai Xu, but Huai Xu did not show up today. He must have been exhausted after staying with him all day and night. Alright.

Ye Shijian raised his hand to knock on the door, and the door opened quickly, but it was the next door.

Xia Jun rushed out as soon as he heard the noise, he didn't even know that his slippers were put on backwards, he was obviously worried but when he saw Ye Shi's tired and numb face, he didn't know what to say.

"We all know about Uncle Yang." Xia Jun picked his pants with his index finger, "My condolences."

Ye Shijian knocked on the door with his head buried, and hummed in a low voice.

"You didn't bring the key?" Xia Jun said, "There should be no one at home."

no one?Ye Shijian turned his head quickly: "Huai Xu didn't come back?"

"I came back last night." Xia Jun said strangely, "But I haven't seen him all day today, so I thought he was looking for you."

Feeling uneasy, Ye Shijian knocked harder on the door, but there was still no movement inside.

not here?

Li Fei glanced at him, and tentatively asked, "How about I kick the door in?"

Ye Shijian acted as if he hadn't heard it, and suddenly said to Jun Xia: "Lend me your balcony." After speaking, he went straight to Jun Xia's bedroom.

The bedroom was adjacent to Ye Shijian's room, and the two balconies were separated by more than one meter. Before they stopped, Ye Shijian had already stepped onto the balcony railing and was trying to climb into his room.

"Fuck!" Li Fei's hairs stood on end, "You fucking come down, I'll crawl for you!"

Once you stumble and fall down this place, even if you are lucky enough to save your life, you will have to spend the rest of your life in bed.

Seeing that Ye Shi didn't listen to him, Li Fei didn't dare to act rashly. Fortunately, Ye Shijian was agile, and finally landed steadily, and then climbed into the room through the balcony window.

The room was lifeless and quiet, but there seemed to be something wrong. After scanning Ye Shijian for a week, he walked quickly to the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and finally Lao Yang's bedroom.

No one, no popularity at all.

Huai Xu was gone.

Ye Shijian finally realized what was wrong.The room has been moved, although it is not messy, but as the owner of the room, you can still clearly feel the changes.

The valuables are not lost, what are you looking for?What is Huai Xu looking for?money?

A few pieces of Lao Yang’s clothes fell on the floor, Ye Shijian bent down to pick them up, and caught a glimpse of a group photo scattered beside the bed, which was taken by Lao Yang on his 13th birthday when he dragged him to the studio to take photos, with a stiff smile Perfunctory.

Ye Shijian was stunned for a moment.

—I have no home.

This thought completely occupied his mind, like a five-finger mountain that weighed him down.

"Xiao Jian, you open the door." Li Fei leaned against the door to listen to the movement inside, and there was a vague sound, "What's wrong? You open the door!"

What happened?Li Fei was nervous for a while, is there anyone inside?No, could it be the murderer?

Fuck!

Li Fei didn't have time to think about it, and kicked hard towards the door.

With a bang, the old wooden door and the lock cylinder trembled and fell down. Li Fei grabbed the old stainless steel water pipe outside the door and rushed in. He was ready for a life-and-death struggle but stopped at the door of the bedroom.

In the room with the light on, Ye Shijian was sitting paralyzed by the bed, holding Lao Yang's photo, and crying loudly.

Tears flowed, and the teenager was so sad that his heart almost stopped beating.That is the home where he can take off all his armor, but he has no relatives anymore, that is Lao Yang who treats him as his own, but he can no longer be filial.

Li Feihong backed out with eyesight, leaning on the handrail of the stairs and smoking cigarettes silently, one after another.

When the cigarette case bottomed out, Ye Shijian ran out nervously, grabbed his hand and said anxiously, "Brother Li, do me a favor, right now!"

In the monitoring room, two pairs of eyes were fixed on the fast-forwarding screen.

There is no monitoring in the old community, only at the intersection of traffic lights on the street.

The murderer named Jiuyue has not been arrested yet, whether Huaixu's disappearance will be related to him, Ye Shijian dare not think about it, he is really scared.

At the intersection in the early hours of the morning, a familiar figure finally appeared. A young man with a bag on his back walked at a leisurely pace. He stopped at the crossroads, raised his head, and waved to the camera after a while.

It's farewell.

Fortunately, the dreaded thing did not happen.

Ye Shijian's eyes were red again, both relieved and disappointed.

The boy who said to take him to wander, finally returned him to loneliness.

"Do you need me to help you find him?" Li Fei asked him, "All the way to monitor and find him, I can find it."

Ye Shijian closed his eyes in relief: "No need."

The first day of the holiday ended with the first big sun in October, and the classrooms were still noisy. The stories in the small city spread quickly, but no matter how fast they were, they could not compare with the speed of circulating the answers to the test papers.

Wang Wenhao carefully looked at his gloomy deskmate, and whispered into Ye Shi's ear, "It's time to hand in your homework. If you haven't done it, I'll borrow it for you, or I'll copy it for you now."

"I did." Ye Shijian divided the homework into subjects and handed it to Wang Wenhao, English, mathematics, chemistry, physics, biology...

His hand flicked over the test paper and froze.

"Language." Wang Wenhao lowered his head and counted, "Hurry up, we still need Chinese."

Ye Shijian looked at the pencil sketch on the composition page, and took a long breath: "I didn't do it."

He stuffed the paper back into his bag and zipped it up.

Sunlight came in through the glass window, laying out a piece of warm light gold, he turned his head, and outside the window, the leaves of sycamore trees were rustling.

Summer is over and September is long over.

The author has something to say: The next chapter is eight years later