Xiao Lang Jing

Zhao Meng's life is not good recently, very bad.Even the colleagues who were on duty with Heping Qiaoxi could see it.Zhao Meng no longer rushed to disappear after work. When he was on duty, his face was colder, his expression was more serious, and he was complained more times.For the sake of this month's assessment results, Ma Chao and Ruan Honggang found an opportunity to persuade him when he was about to get off work on Friday, but he forced him to go to the snack street of Hepingqiao to accompany him to drink and eat barbecue.I don't know what kind of barbecue they ate, and Zhao Meng drank all the wine alone. Chao Zi and Xiao Ruan stared at each other in frustration for a long time, but no one dared to ask first.

In short, Zhao Meng must have something in his heart, so he didn't run away.

The phone on the table vibrated and the screen lit up.The WeChat group chat that he hasn't participated in for a long time has not let him go, and he has been thinking about the topic between him and "Xiaolangjing" from beginning to end.

"Hey, have you noticed that Lao Meng hasn't appeared recently?"

"That's right after I said I was tricked by that rascal last time."

"Has the world really evaporated?"

"separated?"

"Is it possible that it can still be done?"

"I'm so anxious, what happened?"

Zhao Meng glanced at the phone and then turned off the screen impatiently.How, what else?What's going on between him and Song Qiran now, even he himself doesn't know.

After what happened that day, he didn't think about it carefully at all. He couldn't think about it, and when he thought about it, his chest felt tight and he was very depressed. He wanted to drag someone over to fight.The luggage that was moved to Song Qiran's house has not yet been picked up. Zhao Meng is still sleeping alone in his small single apartment, covered with the only thin quilt left, and has been woken up several times by the cold at night.But anyway, he couldn't sleep very much. When he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the conversations that day. Besides Song Qiran, he didn't know what else to do.

That's right, he spared no effort to hide from Song Qiran, it's been almost a week, the shift schedule has been changed, the original duty time has been disrupted and restarted, and he often rushed to pick up the police and the police didn't stay in the station.

Song Qiran had come to look for him, and Zhao Meng's WeChat also received a message from him every now and then.

"Are you still unhappy about what happened before?"

"Have you calmed down?"

"I want to see you, okay?"

They are all carefully crafted words of flattery.Zhao Meng didn't reply, but he would hold up his phone and look at it repeatedly, and sighed when he saw it.He felt that Song Qiran didn't need to be like this at all. The two of them stood together, and Song Qiran had the upper hand in everything. Normal people who manage such a relationship are not as cautious as Song Qiran, and put their posture so low.He thought it was love, but now he hesitates.

Song Qiran's last message to him was still a question.

"Do you still like me now?"

Zhao Meng stared at the phone in a daze for a long time, and endured it for a long time before he allowed himself to type out "I want to ask you this question too".

He sometimes thinks he's ridiculous, like a middle school student throwing a tantrum.But deep down in his heart, he actually knew very well that the reason why he couldn't let go was simply because Song Qiran was also the first person he liked to such an extent and wanted to take it seriously.He had a lot of good wishes about the two of them, even if he imagined them, he thought they were extravagant wishes, but no matter which one they were, they were far from the future Song Qiran had planned, too far away.

Zhao Meng thought, maybe they are really not suitable.

"Brother Meng?" Ma Chao patted him on the shoulder, waking him up from his solemn expression. The oppressive atmosphere at the moment forced him to swallow his saliva, and he dared to tap his finger on the tabletop.

"Well, Brother Meng, you have a mobile phone, you have a phone..."

Zhao Meng blinked, put down his beer glass and picked up the phone that had already been muted, only to find that it was a call from an unfamiliar number that he had never seen before.He answered, and a hoarse voice came from the familiar voice that was usually exciting when he heard it. Zhao Meng raised his forehead, and it was Song Qiran.

"What are you doing?"

That was an unusual opening statement.

"After get off work, I'm drinking with my colleagues."

After Zhao Meng answered that sentence, Ma Chao and Ruan Honggang, who were sitting next to each other and didn't dare to show their anger, exchanged glances silently.

Why else is Brother Meng so abnormal these two days, just the phone call, check the post!Unfamiliar numbers and contacts have been deleted, and they may be breaking up!

It has to be said that even Ma Chao himself felt that his meticulous logical reasoning ability as a policeman was sometimes misplaced.He could tell at a glance that Ruan Honggang, a semi-socially handicapped patient, didn't appreciate the subtleties of this. He hooked Ruan Honggang's arm and pulled him back half a meter without any trace, and the two of them shrank at the other end of the table. , try to avoid listening to the conversation leaked from Zhao Meng's receiver.

Song Qiran laughed, it wasn't the usual playful chuckle, he smiled crisply, as if his patience had finally run out and he became bored with the boring conversation, he directly cut to the point.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"I……"

"Don't make excuses, I'm not stupid. Zhao Meng, you've been hiding from me for a week."

Zhao Meng was choked by Song Qiran's sudden sharpness on the other end of the phone, and Song Qiran asked again:

"You didn't lie to me when you said you liked me as soon as you saw me."

"No."

"Then promise me that you will be serious whenever I ask to see you and you will come back."

"Seriously."

"Then why can't you do what you promised?"

Zhao Meng was silent for a long time, as if a black giant bird was flapping its wings towards him, covering the sky and blocking out all the light, he let out a long breath, and lifted the collapsed city in his heart from the ruins. Down.

"I can do as I say." Zhao Meng replied, he finally decided to let go,

"If you want, give me the address, and I'll go find you within 15 minutes, but our relationship will stop here. I've thought about all those things you said last time, and I can't accept them."

This time the silent person was replaced by Song Qiran.He didn't know where he was standing, the background sound was very chaotic and noisy, even if he spoke, the sound seemed to come from far, far away, without any extra emotion.

"Liar," he said.Then the call was hung up.

Zhao Meng didn't know what his face was like now, but Chao Zi and Xiao Ruan, who were across the table, looked at him like a ghost.He curled his lips, put down his phone, come on, it looks like he really scored.

"Meng, Brother Meng, don't, there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world, right?"

Ma Chao's tongue was tied and he suddenly said this sentence, which made Zhao Meng wake up in a flash, dumbfounded.

"Brother Meng, at my age, I still don't understand this truth?"

Okay, okay, you know, Ma Chao slandered, just pretending to be free and easy like a dead family member, it seems that this month's spiritual civilization award will come to an end no matter what.Just as he was thinking, Ruan Honggang's cell phone rang beside him, who was buried in a plate picking peanuts to eat, followed by his own. , Changed their faces one after another.

Seeing their postures, Zhao Meng was very familiar with them. He swung his wine glass and asked, "Did something happen in the institute?"

Ma Chao trotted all the way to find the stall owner to pay the bill, and Ruan Honggang who stayed behind was responsible for packing his clothes, backpack and cell phone keys that had been left on his seat.

"A case has come, and there are not enough people in the office. Chaozi has to go to the scene first. They still need someone to help adjust the surveillance. I will go and have a look." After he finished talking to Zhao Meng, he gathered the pile of things into a hug Just about to leave, Zhao Meng threw down the bowl and chopsticks and planned to follow, the mobile phone on the table lit up again at the right time, he saw that it was still the phone, and it was the same number just now.

"I'm a bit busy right now and can't—" He picked it up, and before he could speak halfway, the other end roared angrily, almost numb half of his ear.

"It's me! Zhang Dachun!"

The designer who had a relationship with Zhao Meng now sounds very crazy, and the endings are broken a few times.

"What the fuck did the surname Song tell you with my phone just now! What did you do to him?!"

Zhao Meng could only hear the noisy movement on the other end of the receiver, but he didn't realize what Zhang Dachun meant for a while, so he interrupted in a dumb way:

"I don't care about him. Let's go for a while, I have to go to the police and come back and say it."

"I called the fucking policeman!" Zhang Dachun angrily stomped on the opposite side, "If you don't come here again, this lunatic really killed someone today!"