Xiao Lang Jing

At the Qinghe Rehabilitation Center, Zhao Meng secretly checked on the computer when he was on duty, but found nothing.

Judging from the webpage information, it is just a rehabilitation institution established less than ten years ago. There are only a few reports about it in the local news, and the official website is full of similarities in terms of square footage, soft and hard conditions, and medical qualifications. Facing those pages with unclear semantics, Zhao Meng found it hard to imagine what Zhang Dachun mentioned about "compulsory isolation treatment".

Those six words were too terrifying even if they were just taken literally. Before hearing them, Zhao Meng had never seen any clues related to them in Song Qiran.When Song Qiran faced him, everything was very natural, so natural, Zhao Meng found that he couldn't connect the warm and lovely young man in his mind with the cold rehab center.

But because of this, he couldn't convince himself not to care about it.

Zhang Dachun was very secretive when he mentioned them, but he couldn't explain them in detail, and Song Qiran - as long as he didn't want to talk about it, Zhao Meng couldn't ask.

It wasn't until this time that Zhao Meng realized that he didn't know Song Qiran as well as he thought.

Although he has never been in a relationship, he still has basic common sense. The natural love relationship between ordinary people is always based on the familiarity between the two parties. Because of the familiarity, it is possible to further discover the attraction.But Song Qiran and him seem to have skipped this process. Between them, they have delivered their bodies very early, but they have not delivered their deeper hearts.Memories, hobbies, families, and each other's past growth experiences are never mentioned during the two people's communication.Song Qiran's enthusiasm covered up that impulsiveness. From the beginning until now, Zhao Meng has always been immersed in the great joy of "he can like me so much", that kind of joy is like a dream, which often makes him feel ecstatic, but also makes him He felt uneasy.

Song Qiran seemed to be too warm towards him.But why.

Song Qiran always said that he was the first one he met, but with Song Qiran's conditions, how could it be delayed until now to try to make contact with the same sex for the first time.

Those who are familiar with him have clearly said that Song Qiran realized his sexual orientation before entering university.So from the summer of the year of the college entrance examination to before they met, what happened between them.

The ever-expanding questions were like a vortex, they were entangled in Zhao Meng's mind dizzily.Beneath the vortex is a disconcerting void.

Zhao Meng took out his phone, and the interface after unlocking was still stuck in the previous conversation with Song Qiran.There was no prologue or greeting, not even the subtlety that ordinary couples sometimes have when they are passionately in love. The last message Song Qiran sent him was:

"You don't have to work overtime tonight, are you coming?"

Zhao Meng stared at his reply for a long time.Only one word.

"it is good."

Something is not quite right.

When it was almost time to change shifts, Zhao Meng strolled to the convenience store south of the police station to buy cigarettes. The soft Jinqiao he usually bought was out of stock. Zhao Meng frowned and thought about alternatives in front of the container. A cigarette was handed to him from behind his ear. before.

"Don't hate it? Try mine?"

Zhao Meng is a policeman, and when faced with such lines, he instinctively became vigilant. He put on a straight face and was about to refuse, but found that the person who was passing him cigarettes by the counter knew him. He had just visited him the day before yesterday. Wei Xiaolong from the Qinghe Municipal Party Committee Office.

Zhao Meng's eyelids twitched.Qinghe City.

He took the cigarette, glanced outside the door, and found that the black Ford Mustang was parked in front of the convenience store, that car was not here when Zhao Meng came just now, obviously Wei Xiaolong also just arrived, and met him by chance in front of the counter.

Although he bought Zhao Meng a cigarette for free, Wei Xiaolong is still the same as when he first met, except for necessary dialogue, he is always taciturn, giving people the impression that strangers should not get close.Because there is no smoking in the convenience store, after greeting Zhao Meng, he opened the door and walked around to the back of the trash can near the parking space, leaning on the fence of the sidewalk to light a fire for himself, and the smoke seemed to blend into the background when it was lit , No matter who passes by, don't take a second look.

Zhao Meng followed unconsciously.

"Thank you brother." He gestured to Wei Xiaolong, "Why are you back again? Are you working nearby?"

Wei Xiaolong didn't nod or shake his head, he didn't comment on Zhao Meng's politeness.

"Just finished." He directly provided the answer.

Zhao Meng took a puff of smoke.

"Then it's time to go back to Qinghe."

"No more." Wei Xiaolong replied.Zhao Meng raised his eyebrows to look at him, and found that Wei Xiaolong also raised his head.

"As entrusted by someone, I still have work to do in the provincial capital. The place where I do it is not far from here. We will meet again in the future."

He smiled at Zhao Meng, or rather, moved the corners of his mouth. He had a firm and sharp appearance, and his eyes were black and white, and when he did that, his pupils seemed to shine.

As soon as Zhao Meng's head became hot, he asked.

"You Qinghe, do you have a Qinghe rehabilitation center?"

Wei Xiaolong raised his eyelids upon hearing this.Zhao Meng felt his throat tighten before that movement.The topic was quite unusual, and he asked too impulsively, he didn't make up any reason beforehand, and was planning to bite the bullet and fool Wei Xiaolong's question of "Why are you asking this?"Unexpectedly, Wei Xiaolong just glanced at him and didn't ask any more questions.

"Those who don't live in Qinghe like to use that name." He told Zhao Meng, holding a cigarette, "the current rehabilitation center has been rectified, and it is not the same as the previous one. The previous one was divided from the Fourth People's Hospital Psychiatric Diagnosis and Treatment Center When it comes out, we call that piece what we used to call it when we were young, it’s called Sitherapy.”

Zhao Meng looked at Wei Xiaolong intently.

"What does the Four Treatments do?"

Wei Xiaolong snorted and extinguished the cigarette butt that was about to burn out on the edge of the trash can, then cleared his throat and threw a mint into his mouth for a moment.

"Shut up the madman."

Zhao Meng froze, his face that always had a rigid expression locked the turmoil in his heart at the moment, his intuition from dealing with people for many years told him that he could not ask any more questions, and it would be too suspicious to ask any more, but Zhao Meng The voice at the bottom of Meng's heart clamored to break through the blockage of the throat, and the picture of Song Qiran close at hand kept flashing in his mind. He remembered Song Qiran showing a kind of expression. Excited but puzzled, as if he never expected those good things to happen, as if it is something to be lucky to have someone fall in love with him the first time we meet.

Zhao Meng clenched his fists because of those flashbacks.

"Then, how are the people sent in treated?"

"Treatment?" Wei Xiaolong suddenly threw out a rhetorical question. It was rare for him not to answer the question directly. It seemed that the topic Zhao Meng raised also aroused his emotions. He stared at Zhao Meng with a look like the weather in his eyes. the haze,

"Why do you think the previous four treatments were banned?"

At that moment, Wei Xiaolong, a young man, felt a strong sense of oppression. He approached Zhao Meng and locked his cuffs at the moment when Zhao Meng instinctively tensed up in a defensive posture.

It was a very aggressive movement, Zhao Meng took half a step back to avoid it, but Wei Xiaolong easily picked off the almost burnt smoke between his fingers with one movement.

"You're listening too seriously. It's hot." Wei Xiaolong said to him, flipping the cigarette butt into the trash can with ease.After doing that action, the unexplainable tension between the two of them just now disappeared without a trace.He looked up at the still cloudy sky for a while, took out the car keys in his pocket, and raised his chin towards Zhao Meng.

"Are you off work, are you going home? May I give you a ride?"