Xiao Lang Jing

The Weibo account that Zhao Meng consulted last time has not been active in the past few days. Zhao Meng felt that he could not hang himself on a tree, so he naturally thought of another clue, the No. [-] Middle School of the city.

Speaking of it, it was also the place where Song Qiran spent his three years in high school, an important life stage. If he had the opportunity to go back and have a look and inquire about it, he might be able to recover some traces of the past.But the area where Zhao Menggang was an auxiliary policeman was also in the No. 11.4 Middle School of the city. Because of the [-] case, he had a little psychological shadow on that place, and he never went there again after so many years.

Hey, escaping is not the way to go, Zhao Meng hesitated for a while, found a name called He Miao from the WeChat address book, and decided to contact the child first.

He Miao was only 17 years old when he met Zhao Meng ten years ago, but he is no longer a child now.It’s just that he still insists on the habit of giving Zhao Meng red envelopes and blessings every year during festivals. Although people rarely come back after going to other provinces to settle down, he has never broken contact with Zhao Meng. According to him, after all, Zhao Meng Meng treated him as a life-saving kindness, and even if he hadn't met a few times in ten years, it would never be forgotten.

On 11.4 ten years ago, eleven students survived the art test class, and He Miao was the only boy in it.When Zhao Meng found them in the culvert, He Miao was still able to walk, but the rain was so heavy that the culvert had already started to accumulate water, so Zhao Meng first pulled the only male student up and yelled a few times, until He Miao sifted through the chaff. It was only after shaking like this that they barely regained their senses, and finally the two of them lifted the injured classmates out one by one.At that time, Zhao Meng had already suffered a gunshot wound, and half of his body was red with rain mixed with blood, which stained his face and also stained He Miao's shirt.The boy was terrified, prostration mixed with fright, making him move like a stiff puppet, and when the water level in the culvert had risen to neck depth, he suddenly fell down in fright at the entrance of the cave, his face as pale as ever. like paper.

Zhao Mengxian went over and slapped him on the back of the head a few times. He yelled at him, pulled him away from the overflowing hole, and dragged him under a tree where the rain was slightly less, together with other students who had lost consciousness. Then he pressed He Miao to sit down, patted his back, and hugged the boy who could no longer speak.After more than a minute, He Miao began to cry.He picked Zhao Meng's clothes as if he wanted to tear the fabric.Zhao Meng couldn't remember how long he had been crying. He lost a lot of blood, and his consciousness became trance after a while. By the time there were more fragments of memory, the city had sent someone to the ward to give him a commendation.

Zhao Meng actually felt guilty when he sent the message to He Miao.He knew that feeling himself, and he didn't want to bring the children who experienced the unfortunate incident back to the memory of that day, so he kept avoiding direct contact with them.Before inquiring about Song Qiran, Zhao Meng talked about it, deliberately avoided the topic, and finally asked He Miao if he could do him a favor.

He Miao replied to the message within a few minutes, her tone was very straightforward, and she agreed without thinking.

"I want to ask you about someone who is also from No. [-] Middle School. His name is Song Qiran. Do you know him well?"

The information came back immediately.

"We are in the same class."

"Is there still contact after the college entrance examination? Do you know where he went and what he did during the holidays?"

"Before the college entrance examination, he seldom came to the studio. The students in the class were busy preparing for the exam, and almost no one had any contact with him." He Miao replied, and after a while, he took the initiative to call,

"Brother, he's gay."

That sentence made Zhao Meng frowned.People always have subtext when they speak. He Miao is usually not a very direct person. He typed this line so abruptly because he was worried that Zhao Meng didn't know about it. A crucial piece of information and getting involved with someone who shouldn't be related, so he still has to say it even if it's unappetizing.As for the privacy of the parties involved, that is not within the scope of consideration.

Zhao Meng's mood suddenly became very bad.

"How do you know?" he asked.

"Who doesn't know. There was such a big incident in the class back then, and so many classmates left, he didn't even ask a question, and in the end he didn't even come to the studio. Maybe homosexuality is like this, and there is no real affection for people. You know He's been in a mental hospital, he's just a lunatic." He Miao typed and said.

He was angry, and after all these years, the point was still sharp.Zhao Meng knew what he was thinking, he was stimulated, he was too scared, but there were always people who were not hurt.Emotions always need a gap, and all hurts always need an object to vent. For He Miao, it is unforgivable that the lucky one who stayed out of the matter from the beginning to the end is the gay. If you are harsh, why not blame the one who suffers the least.

"After that incident, I often thought why he didn't go that day. There were only two boys in the class, and he was the only one who fell ill. If he had gone that day, Lu Xue might not have died."

Zhao Meng remembered the name Lu Xue, he had seen it in the obituary, and there were photos, she was a very beautiful girl in the art test class, but unfortunately died in Luojiashan.He didn't expect that He Miao still remembered her after so long.Maybe Lu Xue didn't die, but Song Qiran died, that's what he meant.Thinking of this, Zhao Meng's throat seemed to be choked with something foreign. He reached out his hand unconsciously and touched the scar above the collarbone, which was left by the shot that hit him, and was left to save those children.But is he really doing it right?If he hadn't saved He Miao, He Miao wouldn't have harbored unreasonable hatred in her heart until now.Zhao Meng is a good policeman, even when he was only an auxiliary policeman, he often handled cases without his life, but now he can't help asking, is everyone really worth saving...?

"Okay, I see, thank you." Zhao Meng said.

"Brother, you don't need to say thank you, I owe you my whole life." He Miao replied, "But I just changed my job this year, and I don't have annual leave. Maybe I can't visit you during the Spring Festival, so I can only send you New Year greetings on WeChat."

"It's okay, work hard, it doesn't matter." Zhao Meng replied, and then ended the conversation.

He Miao didn't know anything about his relationship with Song Qiran, and still treated him with a respectful attitude, which made Zhao Meng very contradictory.

No, he still needs to be saved, he thought, human life is the same, He Miao's, Song Qiran's, if he really has that kind of thought, wouldn't he be no different from those unreasonable people?

He suddenly wanted to see Song Qiran very much.So I called him.

"I'll work overtime tonight, so don't wait for me to eat dinner." Song Qiran said as soon as he answered the phone, he thought Zhao Meng called again to ask him what he wanted to eat tonight.

Hearing his voice, Zhao Meng gradually calmed down from the weird feeling that had been going on in his heart.

"Okay," he said, "I also want to ask what time you'll be free this week."

Song Qiran thought about it.

"The company will receive a new car launch event for a new energy vehicle brand next month, and it will be busy from the end of the month. If I want to take a vacation, it will be this weekend, and I won't be free after that."

"Okay, let's do it this weekend. I'll take a rest." Zhao Meng said.

"Do you have arrangements?"

"I want to go to the No. [-] Middle School. I used to be an auxiliary policeman there. I have a few good colleagues. I want to go back and see them. Do you want to go out and relax?"

"Sixth Middle School?" Song Qiran raised his voice at the end, "I used to study there."

"Isn't that just right?" Zhao Meng said with a smile, "You must be familiar with the high school you went to, and you will take me for a walk then?"

Song Qiran held up the phone and didn't think much about it.

"Okay. I'll take you."

He hung up the phone, and Zhang Dachun, who was sitting on the other side of the conference table revising the PPT, gave him a look in disbelief.

"There's nothing wrong with you two, are you?" He said as if he couldn't stand it. "Going to high school on weekends? You and him are over 60 years old together. Can you stop playing young and young when you date, isn't it disgusting?"

Song Qiran frowned and turned on the projector.

"We're not a couple, why should we date?"

There was a "hiss" gasp from behind, and Song Qiran turned his head and found that Zhang Dachun had narrowed his eyes, shaking his head halfway while staring at him with a contemptuous look of "you are hopeless".

"Song, I really didn't mean you," Zhang Dachun sighed, "Do you know how scumbag you sound?"

Song Qiran didn't know, that's what Zhao Meng said, they were not considered lovers, and he was wrong again?Song Qiran squeezed the remote control in his hand to death, staring at the white light from the projector, feeling a sudden irritability in his heart.