Xiao Lang Jing

When Wei Xiaolong entered the room, he only took one look at Song Qiran, nodded slightly at him, and put his hands on his shoulders naturally.And Song Qiran seemed to have known him a long time ago, and he never resisted such close physical contact, but raised his voice and called him "Brother Xiaolong?".Zhao Meng was completely at a loss.

Wei Xiaolong didn't say anything, he took Song Qiran back to the living room, and saw at a glance that the glass top had been shattered and only the metal frame was left on the coffee table, and Zhao Meng himself was still stuck in a pile of glass shards that had just been shoveled like an idiot Next to him, this situation made him frown suddenly, and he asked Song Qiran very vigilantly: "Did you quarrel?"

Song Qiran hurriedly shook his head.

"No, I did it."

Hearing this, Wei Xiaolong's brows sank even deeper.

"Have you stopped your medication?" he asked again.

"It's only been a few days since I stopped, I don't want to eat it myself." Song Qiran replied.

As soon as he finished that sentence, Wei Xiaolong's eyes pierced towards Zhao Meng. Zhao Meng had always felt that his eyes were very dark when he stared at people silently, and this feeling was even stronger. , as if he had done some big bastard thing, and he deserved to be nailed to the pillar of shame by that gaze.Fortunately, the emotions on Wei Xiaolong's body are always fleeting. Before Zhao Meng opened his mouth to defend himself, his complexion was already the same as usual. He just raised his neck and sniffed the smell in the air, and then revealed With a smile that was almost gone, he looked at Zhao Meng and said:

"You're not smoking here, that's good."

After finishing speaking, he lightly scraped his finger on the bridge of Song Qiran's nose again,

"You should smell less smoke, it's not good for your health."

His composed demeanor is too intimate, too like a big brother who is used to covering Song Qiran, and too like a man who doesn't take the bystanders seriously, Zhao Meng's heart suddenly surged with evil fire, and for a moment In the meantime, his face was so dark that he couldn't see the bottom, and he wished he could take a step forward and get him back from his side.

Where are you, the insidious villain who jumped out, Zhao Meng thought, and even pretended to be ignorant and drove him back once before. What kind of good thing can such a hidden guy be?Although I want to say this, I can't find any other faults.

From a glance, Wei Xiaolong is younger and better-looking than him, with a physique that has just been discharged from the army, just poking there is a masculine frame exuding youthful male hormones, even helping Song Qiran to wipe off the hop-scented sleeves like an old mother The actions of rolling up layer by layer did not arouse any impatience from the other party.On the contrary, Song Qiran was as happy as the elementary school student who suddenly opened the door to receive a surprise Christmas gift. He grabbed him and kept asking, "Where have you been since you graduated from high school? I haven't seen you for so many years. How did you find this place?"

Zhao Meng's shoulders slumped down.Well, they were still high school classmates, and they even knew each other so much earlier than him.

Wei Xiaolong didn't care at all about Zhao Meng's unhappiness, which was so obvious that it was almost written all over his face, he adjusted Song Qiran's sleeves and answered him: "Retired from the army, returned to Qinghe, and now works as a driver for your second uncle in the municipal party committee office. "

When he mentioned Song Qiran's second uncle, his expression suddenly became very peaceful. He patted Song Qiran's arm lightly and said:

"The secretary cared about you very much, so he sent me to the provincial capital to take care of you nearby. I heard that something happened to you tonight, so I called you immediately and asked me to ask you to borrow him for one night. I will arrange things properly, you can rest assured."

"Borrower?" Song Qiran looked at him suspiciously, "Borrower from whom?"

Wei Xiaolong raised his head to look in Zhao Meng's direction, stretched out his hand and pointed at his face, and replied without any ups and downs in his voice:

"he."

The smoldering fire in Zhao Meng's chest was choked back before it could come out.

"I know you have a lot of questions to ask. Don't ask them yet." Wei Xiaolong said as soon as he got in the car and started the engine. Now Wei Xiaolong has become the taciturn young man who felt cold and wild when Zhao Meng first saw him.

He drove all the way and took Zhao Meng to a nearby four-star hotel where the room had been arranged. The room was spacious and clean after the lights were turned on, and there were welcome cards and boxed chocolates carefully prepared by the room staff on the sheets.Wei Xiaolong opened a stool by the window and sat down first,

"Let me introduce myself first. I am a full-time driver of the Qinghe Municipal Party Committee Office. Qiran's second uncle, Song Xincheng, who is now the Secretary of the Qinghe Municipal Party Committee, is my superior. The call from the General Administration to Heping Bridge West tonight is I called under his mediation. But let me say something first, on the premise of obtaining the victim's understanding, turning the criminal into a civil case and closing the case does not violate the work regulations. Please don't have any unnecessary concerns about Secretary Song's work style. misunderstanding."

After emphasizing this point, he pulled away another chair opposite, nodded to Zhao Meng, and signaled him to sit down.

And Zhao Meng has already fallen into an unexpected shock.He had heard Song Xincheng's name before. He was the leader of the economic development work in Qinghe City. He had been featured in a lot of provincial commendations because he presided over the renovation of the new technology industrial park. Even people in the provincial capital knew his name. The province intended to transfer him from the local government, but Song Xincheng himself didn't express his opinion.

And Song Xincheng is actually Song Qiran's second uncle, Song Qiran's father...

"Yes, he is Song Xinmin's son." Wei Xiaolong replied as if he had guessed what Zhao Meng was thinking.

That's right, Zhao Meng thought with a tingling scalp, Xinmin Group, the largest building materials business in Qinghe City.When Song Xincheng took office, news broke out because of the elder brother of the Song brothers' status as a private group business owner, questioning the fairness of the selection, but now that the younger brother has been in office for several years, the older brother is still only focusing on his own business. It seems that the two brothers have nothing to do with each other.But if that's the case—

He glanced at Wei Xiaolong.The latter lowered his head, took out a pack of soft pack cigarettes from his jacket pocket, put one in his mouth, and lit it, as if the person who taught Zhao Meng not to smoke more at the door of Song Qiran's house was not himself, and took a deep breath. He took a mouthful, then spit it out slowly, and waited for the smoke to dissipate before opening his mouth again.

That was the first time Zhao Meng heard so many words from Wei Xiaolong.

He said: "Qi Ran and I met in high school, in the same grade and in different classes. He was not what he is now at that time, and he was very nice to people. I never knew that he was the young master of Xinmin Group until the summer vacation of the third year of high school. His father sent him to the fourth treatment. We all know why he was sent there, but none of us, nor the person in charge at the fourth treatment, knew that he was actually Song Xinmin's son. The eldest brother’s business has just started on track, and the younger brother is officially starting to enter politics. It’s not good for him to say it. He is afraid that it will affect the career of the secretary, so he changed his name on the file, and all the information is false. No one expected. By that time, the internal operations of the Fourth Treatment Center had already begun to operate illegally, and the diagnosis and treatment center that was originally attached to the Department of Psychiatry of the People's Hospital was outsourced to the Shuguang Institute of Mental Health. It is a private institution. I think you have seen the relevant news However, it has exploded in the past few years and is already very famous.”

Zhao Meng's eyelids twitched.

"The attending physician in charge of Qiran's treatment took the lead and began to adopt compulsory desensitization therapy combining physical means and drug intervention on that batch of patients. The reports on the physical means have also been reported, that is, electric shock. Two years after the establishment of the treatment plan The government just launched an investigation, and the rehabilitation center was closed. Neither the secretary nor Qi Ran's parents knew about it at the time. By the time everyone began to notice something was wrong, Qi Ran's personality had completely changed into what it is now. In this way, he suffers from headaches and is very resistant to social contact with people. I went to see him once before enlisting in the army and barely recognized him. He still remembers me and smiles at me when he sees me, but I always feel that It’s not what Qiran looks like in my impression. After so many years, I can’t forget the feeling at that moment. Later, when I retired from the army and returned to my hometown, I met the secretary. Outsiders rarely have the opportunity to understand the secretary’s concern for Qiran. He has been in office for more than ten years, and he still has no sons and daughters under his knees. He regards Qiran as his own child. After the fourth treatment was reported and rectified, the secretary always blamed himself, thinking that his decision to enter politics back then caused Qiran to suffer. Over the years I have been trying my best to make up for it. He will find me, appoint me, and send me to the provincial capital, just because I care about Qiran as an old friend from high school. It can be said that it is all for the sake of his nephew. .even you—"

Wei Xiaolong paused,

"Do you now know why the news of the 11.4 suspect's arrest in Qinghe was delivered to you as soon as possible before it was released?"

Zhao Meng was stunned.He never thought that there would be so many stories behind this, whether it was the forced rehabilitation treatment mentioned by Zhang Dachun, or the attitude of his parents towards his personal affairs that Song Qiran himself mentioned, it turned out that they were not just as superficial. As simple as it sounds, they are mixed together to finally create the Song Qiran that Zhao Meng knows today.

"But, it's been ten years..." He heard his hoarse voice, speaking to Wei Xiaolong in a hesitant tone, "It's been such a long time, if his family really wants to help him, why did the situation change? Haven't gotten better?"

"You said to cure him?" Wei Xiaolong smiled wryly, probably because he had the same thought before, he quickly understood Zhao Meng's meaning, "It can't be cured."

"Why?" Zhao Meng was dumbfounded.

"Because he forgot." Wei Xiaolong replied, "I forgot everything. What happened in the treatment room, the memories before and after he was sent in the third year of high school, did not leave him a trace. It is like planting a The black hole sucks everything out, and even the cause of the disease cannot be traced to the root cause, so how can it be cured?"

There was a rare expression of emotion on his face, it was a sad look that couldn't be concealed.He has seen it with his own eyes, the treatment took away Song Qiran's memory, and at the same time took away his ability to be happy, angry, sad, and happy, like stealing part of the life in a person's soul, and no one can restore them.

"That's why the secretary sent me here to solemnly entrust him to you." His suppressed eyes turned to Zhao Meng, changing into a clear plea.

"Please?" Zhao Meng was stunned. He subconsciously pointed to himself, his eyes full of puzzlement and uncertainty.

Wei Xiaolong looked at him and smiled.

"Do you think that you and Qi Ran met by chance?" He asked Zhao Meng back,

"Qi Ran's situation is special. Anyone who wants to get close to him, regardless of background, background, health, and character, I will check them all in advance. If it is someone who the secretary thinks is inappropriate, it is impossible to enter that house. As for why you can, it may be because you think you are destined."

"Fate?"

"There's one thing you don't know. The Luojiashan hostage-taking case ten years ago, Qiran would have been there in the first place."

The moment after Wei Xiaolong uttered those words, Zhao Meng felt for the first time tonight the resonance of violent heart beating from the depths of his chest, as if his ears were drowned by a loud bang. Stopped, automatically gave up all thinking.

"Qi Ran is a student of the Art Examination Class of No. 11.4 Middle School in the city. He originally planned to go to the mountains to sketch on November [-]th, but he didn't go, so he became the only one who was missed that day." Wei Xiaolong stared at Zhao Meng eyes, said to him,

"You were the one who found those students ten years ago. You met him again ten years later. So the secretary wants to ask you, and I hope you can save Qiran the same way you saved those children."