Xiao Lang Jing

Zhao Meng was on the night shift today, and he made an appointment with the Qinghe Rehabilitation Center to find the holder of the Weibo account who planned to manage it at a cafe near Heping Bridge West at [-] p.m.Before that, the other party provided him with a simple contact method, and Zhao Meng knew that the person in charge of the tracing project was named Yue Lan.

He saw Yue Lan herself beside a row of green plants by the window of the coffee shop, which was beyond his expectation. Yue Lan was wearing a pink computer bag and sitting on a teddy bear placed by the clerk. next to the doll.She is a girl.

"What's the matter?" Yue Lan smiled at him, and showed her ID card generously. This is the rule. Zhao Meng has already shown his own, so it's time to exchange, confirm each other's identity, and have something to say Also straight to the point.

"No, it's nothing." Zhao Meng coughed dryly, "It's not the same as I imagined, I didn't recognize it at once."

"Didn't expect me to be a girl?" Yue Lan asked him, she was very considerate, Zhao Meng's embarrassment of being exposed in front of her lasted less than three seconds, "You don't have to feel embarrassed, you are not the first to have this People who feel. My name is gender neutral. Besides, I have deliberately downplayed my gender image in all the text editors on Weibo. I did it on purpose. People tend to trust a male more Organizers and planners, you can’t change this preconceived stereotype, I’m just here to get more done, strategy is flexible.”

"No wonder you were so vigilant when I first spoke to you on Weibo," Zhao Meng said, "It seems that you are a thoughtful person."

"It wasn't before." Yue Lan replied, "No one is born to think more than others. We just suffered too many losses. At the beginning of the establishment, several unexpected blows almost aborted the entire search plan. The implementation of this plan is more difficult than you think. Many patients still cannot get the understanding of their families. They have been placed under house arrest and even punished for contacting us without authorization. In addition to the opposition of our families, we also have to bear the pressure from all walks of life .”

"Like?"

Zhao Meng couldn't figure out why a mutual aid plan for victims whose original intention was only good will encounter as much resistance as Yue Lan described.

Yue Lan sighed.

"There were police officers who pretended to be relatives of the parties who contacted us and tried to define the nature of our actions as illegal pyramid schemes. It was also that time that our promotional materials were collectively confiscated and our social accounts were canceled. From then on, all our offline mutual aid associations It was transferred to the Internet. There is always a force preventing us from investigating the accident that happened in the rehabilitation center that year, but I can't tell what it is. This is why I asked you to meet today, Officer Zhao."

Yue Lan suddenly called Zhao Meng in a different way. Zhao Meng took a tight breath and stopped stirring the coffee.

"You provided your identity information very frankly. I thank you for your frankness, but I hope you can understand that due to your special occupation, I may need you to provide more reasons to convince me that you are not from One of the external resistance."

Zhao Meng felt his scalp itchy.He knew that things would not be so simple after all, if it was, a person like Wei Xiaolong who did things with integrity would not be reduced to the point where he wanted to ask himself.

"I'm indeed a policeman," Zhao Meng first admitted generously. It's no good to find reasons to lie on this occasion. Besides, he admired Yue Lan's courage as an action initiator, and he respected her concerns.

"However, my establishment is attached to the Hepingqiao West Police Station. I have never been assigned to Qinghe City before, nor have I handled any cases outside the district. The person I want to ask you about is Song Qiran, who is from Qinghe. We live together now , he received three months of compulsory treatment in Qinghe Rehabilitation Center ten years ago. What happened in the rehabilitation center at that time, I wanted to see if I could find a breakthrough to treat his sequelae.”

"You said you live together?" Yue Lan asked, "Then your relationship is..."

Zhao Meng took a breath.

"We are lovers."

He replied, and added after Yue Lan on the opposite side showed a hesitant expression,

"Yes, he is a boy."

Yue Lan showed a clear expression.

This is the most effective solution at the moment, Zhao Meng thought.He quickly defined the relationship between himself and Song Qiran, eliminating the need for more speculation that may be caused by explaining the complex situation in reality, and also promptly exposed his sexual orientation to the other party, perhaps in a person like Yue Lan who organizes mutual assistance activities In my eyes, the homosexual minority status can effectively reduce the defense of the other party, thereby increasing the distance between the two parties.It's not to take advantage of Song Qiran.As if to reconfirm the legitimacy of his reason, Zhao Mengwu nodded himself.

Yue Lan thought for a moment, then stared at Zhao Meng's face carefully, and the moment she met his eyes, she smiled.

Zhao Meng didn't avoid her eyes.

"Can I see what he looks like? I have access to a lot of information, maybe I have an impression." She asked.

Zhao Meng nodded, lowered his head and pulled out Song Qiran's graduation photo from his phone.That was his appearance ten years ago, perhaps the most valuable reference.

"You look so good-looking." Yue Lan looked at the photo with a smile and praised, "The misfortune of a beautiful boy always arouses people's interest."

That sentence was weird, Zhao Meng frowned, but Yue Lan didn't give him a chance to delve into it.

"If according to what you said, he did receive treatment in the rehabilitation center, then yes, in principle, we only need a photo and a name, and we can provide what you want," she said.

Zhao Meng grasped the key point keenly, he heard correctly, it was in principle.

"Do you have any other conditions?"

"Of course there are conditions." Yue Lan replied, "The conditions are the same as those accepted by all those who join the search plan, join us to get help, and participate in the final class action, voluntarily become a witness at the trial stage, and come forward to provide own testimony."

"Trial?" Zhao Meng was taken aback, he thought he heard it wrong.

"You don't think that the purpose of looking for a plan is just to post a few Weibo and tell a few stories?" Yue Lan tapped her finger on the coffee table, "Of course there will be a trial, all the work I have done, It is all for a class action lawsuit against the Qinghe Municipal Party Committee. Why did the medical plan of the rehabilitation center pass the approval, why there were illegal operations, and why the follow-up rights protection actions were hindered layer by layer. Every victim involved needs to Get an explanation."

"This kind of lawsuit is impossible to win." Zhao Meng said that the time span of the rehabilitation center's problems is too large. After two government leadership changes, the responsibilities cannot be traced and divided at all. None of them were convicted or arrested, and it would be a farce to go directly to the municipal party committee for accountability beyond the rehabilitation center.

The aura around Yue Lan sank.Zhao Meng looked at her inexplicably.

"You know? Then why try?"

"Because this is the only way. It's not about winning." Yue Lan replied, "Some pains can never be covered up but can only be compensated. Even if you can't find anyone to blame, the wound will always Existence, people must cry out at this time. For those who have received treatment in the rehabilitation center, most of them are not understood by this society. If they are not understood, they will not be accepted. If they are not accepted, they will not be accepted. It will not be recognized. So there must be a voice, this is a battle, and only the collective voice will be clearly heard by the public."

Yue Lan looked at Zhao Meng, she had a pair of eyes that were particularly deep, especially capable of intimidating people,

"The first time you found me on Weibo, you told me that you want to protect your lover and don't want him to be exposed to those bad memories. But you will understand one day, without shouting hoarsely, there are some wounds, It will never heal."

She opened the notebook, turned around and pushed towards Zhao Meng.The white light of the laptop screen was facing Zhao Meng's face, and the cursor was flickering in the center of the blank document.

"A photo, a name, all I need is these. You can take what you want at any time, think carefully about whether you want to join us."

Zhao Meng froze.He never expected that things would develop in this direction.He hopes to find a way to cure Song Qiran, there is no doubt about it, but when he was told that the forgotten experience of Song Qiran must be put into a louder voice and revealed to the world, he seemed to be suddenly The candle was so hot that he flinched.He didn't realize that he was asking that question just like Yue Lan who spoke to him for the first time:

"Why should I trust you?"

Yue Lan stretched out her hands, and gently held Zhao Meng's fists that were piled up on the table.She came closer, her voice was very soft, full of temptation.

"Because I have what you want. Those two hard drives that the rehab lost during the first government investigation, I have here."

Outside the glass window is the sidewalk, with a pair of eyes printed on it, against the light, blinking into the dark room.

"No! I object!" Wei Xiaolong yelled at him on the other end of the receiver. Zhao Mengcai just found the right time to call him, but he was vetoed by a vote before he finished talking. He sounded emotional and yelled at him. You're welcome,

"Why did you contact that group of people? Why didn't you discuss it with me first!"

"I didn't come here to discuss with you..." Zhao Meng was impatient.He had always disliked Wei Xiaolong's tough attitude on Song Qiran's matter, but he couldn't help it, it was a very important decision, and he couldn't agree on behalf of Song Qiran.

"You know who he is!" Wei Xiaolong taught him a lesson, "He is the heir of the Xinmin Group and the secretary's nephew! This identity cannot be let go by the media, it will only be magnified again and again, you should treat him like a zoo Is the monkey on display! And once the lawsuit starts, what identity do you ask the secretary to use! Relatives of the plaintiff or the defendant?!"

"But only if you agree to this condition can you get the data in the hard disk." Zhao Meng's forehead throbbed.

"Then don't take it!" Wei Xiaolong interrupted him resolutely, which was beyond Zhao Meng's expectation, "The only thing the secretary wants to ask you is to ask you to take care of him. Is this not good now? I have never seen Qi After living such a relaxed life, he only wants to be with you, so why bother with the past?"

"Are you kidding?" Zhao Meng suddenly became angry, "This is the only chance to cure him! He doesn't even know what it is like to like someone. You can't bear to see him live like this ?”

"He knew it before, so what!" Wei Xiaolong said suddenly, "Have you ever wondered why he was sent for treatment ten years ago? He fell in love with a man!"

Zhao Meng seemed to be poured over his head by a bucket of ice water suddenly.

What Wei Xiaolong said was reasonable, but he never thought about it. He suddenly realized that Song Qiran once liked someone else, and he liked someone very sincerely and firmly. He would rather send himself to rehabilitation for that love. center.Zhao Meng suddenly noticed a jerky bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.

"There will be other ways. Give me some time." After Zhao Meng's long silence, Wei Xiaolong finally calmed down his voice. You have clearly told me that no matter what, Qi Ran must not think of anything related to that man."

Zhao Meng was stunned.

The door of the duty room creaked.When the police station was on duty late at night, there was very little movement like that. Zhao Meng shuddered and put down the phone.He turned his head, and first saw Song Qiran's hesitant face. He opened his eyes wide, surprised at Song Qiran's sudden appearance at this moment, but just as he stood up from his seat, another picture he was familiar with appeared from behind Song Qiran. His face stared at him anxiously, as if he was asking for a crime.

"Your phone has been busy..." Song Qiran explained in a low voice.

But Zhao Meng was dumbfounded, lowered his hands and called out to the person behind Song Qiran: "Aunt San?"