Xiao Lang Jing

Zhao Meng had a hard object in his mouth, not a cigarette filter, but a lollipop.It was really strange for someone like him to have that thing in his mouth. A few students who were carrying roller skates to the Children's Palace for class passed by him, took a second look at him, and were frightened by his menacing glance and ran away quickly.

In fact, Zhao Meng didn't have the hobby of intimidating elementary school students. The owner of the small shop picked a green apple and lemon flavor for him. He stopped for a while.

"Don't eat it in the future, it's creepy." He said when he came to the side.

Zhao Meng snorted him.You think I do.

He had caught Song Qiran smoking once when he was working the worst overtime before. Zhao Meng had been a smoker for more than ten years and never felt that there was anything wrong with it. Make up your mind to quit smoking first by setting an example.If it weren't for this, it would be really uncomfortable to stand and wait for someone to not have something in his mouth, and the devil would eat that thing.

But he didn't explain much to Wei Xiaolong.Thinking about the words of two people living a long life together, I feel a little embarrassed. I am a lot older, so I should still be reserved.

Wei Xiaolong was sent by Song Qiran to be a long-distance driver yesterday. He drove back and forth between the two ends of Qinghe, the provincial capital, and drove for almost a whole day. It was only after this meeting that he had time to ask Zhao Meng out to meet alone.Naturally, there is serious business.

When Zhao Meng returned to his hometown, he stayed in the provincial capital to check on Zha Yuelan's search plan.Yue Lan is very smart. She focused on the non-government organizations targeting Qinghe Rehabilitation Center in the provincial capital. That's why Song Xincheng of Qinghe never investigated them deeply.All the cadre-level members have never met in real life, and all information is transmitted through the Internet, and you can't even find the data packets exchanged between members in the background of the relevant social platforms.For some sensitive files, such as contact lists, they will even avoid easy-to-track channels such as online disk uploads.Wei Xiaolong managed to find a family who originally planned to participate in the class action, but then quit, and moved to the provincial capital from Qinghe, only to learn that the communication between members is in groups, and members in the group share an email account for communication. Rely on the encrypted mailbox draft box to upload messages, replies and attachments.The content of the mailbox will be emptied regularly, and the account number will be changed in a cycle, and the members of different groups will not know the identity of the members of the other group.In addition, the collective incident in the rehabilitation center has been concluded by the previous leadership team, and the case cannot be filed, nor can a search warrant be applied for. With the resources under Wei Xiaolong's hands at this stage, it is impossible to trace the IP address of the hard disk file uploaded by Yue Lan.

The only clue he can provide Zhao Meng is a small box.

Song Qiran spent his high school years in a middle school in the provincial capital. The Sixth Middle School had its own student dormitory, but the Song family had already bought a property for their son near the middle school. What Wei Xiaolong brought to Zhao Meng was that he went to Song Dynasty during the National Day. The items found and collected in the apartment where Song Qiran lived in high school under his family name.

Song Qiran received psychological counseling for the first time in the second month after Zhao Meng was admitted to the hospital on business. Between that time and when he officially entered the rehabilitation center after the college entrance examination, he had been living in that house.

There may be some clues hidden in the things left there.

As soon as Zhao Meng's hand touched the cardboard box, Wei Xiaolong said "I'm sorry" to him.He is a very straightforward person, and his apology is also straightforward, which makes people defenseless.

"I really didn't know about Qiran before. The secretary never told me. I didn't know that his admission to the hospital was related to you. I accused you of not taking good care of him on your own. It's taken for granted."

On the way to drive Song Xincheng to Qinghe for a meeting yesterday, Song Xincheng explained the whole story to him.Wei Xiaolong was as shocked when he first learned about it, not much less than Zhao Meng was at the beginning.

Zhao Meng believed him.He just wanted to confirm one thing.

"Regarding that matter, after you found out that Qi Ran had lost the relevant memory, what did you say to him?"

"Inappropriate treatment." Wei Xiaolong replied, "He only knew that his family could not accept his sexual orientation when he suddenly discovered his sexual orientation during adolescence, so he was sent to a treatment center for correction. I didn't tell him much about the rest. Ran’s parents always blamed themselves for their negligence in selecting medical institutions and wanted to make up for their son, so they doted on him very much. Qi Ran even regarded everything as the guilt of his parents’ desire to reform him. He had already moved to the hospital alone. Living in the provincial capital is far away from home, and I don’t want to further disintegrate the family, so I never ask about the details of the year. It’s just a medical malpractice.”

"So he didn't know that he actually agreed with the decision to receive treatment back then." Zhao Meng asked Wei Xiaolong that question for the first time, "So what if he remembered? How do you think he would feel?"

Wei Xiaolong didn't answer, he didn't know the answer.But Zhao Meng knew.

"He will blame himself," he told Wei Xiaolong, "including the estrangement from his parents over the years, and the decision to leave the family and come to the provincial capital alone. He will blame himself for blaming the wrong person, and he will regret that Try to keep me by his side. For him now, it is just to seek some warmth and sense of security, but when he thinks about it, he will realize that that decision is dangerous and willful, whether it is for For me, it is still for him. I even think that he will take the conflict that broke out between me and my family on himself, which is the last thing I want to see. So at this stage, my goal with you is Consistent. I don't want him to remember it right away. But it is his memory, it belongs to Qi Ran's life, and no one has the right to strip it without his consent."

Wei Xiaolong sighed.

"That's what the secretary meant too."

"Qi Ran's second uncle?" Zhao Meng was very surprised.

"The other purpose of my meeting with you this time is to convey his attitude on behalf of the secretary. If you think that cooperating with Yue Lan is the only way to help Qi Ran, then even if the other party offers to participate in the lawsuit as a condition Acceptable. When necessary, in order to avoid suspicion, the secretary is even ready to resign from public office. He is willing to give up everything at hand, including his own political career, but the only condition is that he hopes you can help him... …No, it’s not just about helping him, the secretary actually hopes that both of you can truly come out of the misfortune that year.”

"He really said that?"

Zhao Meng lowered his head and looked at the box of everything in his hands, the sketchbook after drawing, the middle school student's exercise book, and the desk calendar with various post-it notes on the art exam dates, as if holding A secret time of the old boy.He suddenly felt relieved, and even unconsciously made a joke with Wei Xiaolong.

"He's really interesting. He never said these things in person, and he actually asked you to speak for him. I think you and Qi Ran's second uncle are like a family. You are all the same. Even if you care about one person to the extreme, Hide it too."

Wei Xiaolong blushed.

And Zhao Meng smiled, and his expression became serious.

"But I am different," he said, "I like someone, and I will say it out. Only when I say it out, will my emotions have power. It is not only Qiran who has to work hard, but also everyone around him. "

That day he took the box back to Hepingqiao West, and stored the contents of the box in the personal locker of the police station.Inside, Zhao Meng found a lyrics book. Ten years ago, when smartphones were not popular, young people who liked to listen to music would copy their favorite lyrics into their notebooks, which was a common extracurricular entertainment among middle school students.

Opening the title page, there is a song that Zhao Meng has never heard before. The title of the song is "Flying White Waves".Zhao Meng had seen those three words before, and they were Song Qiran's ID in gay social software. Zhao Meng was impressed by that ID, but he didn't know it was actually a song at that time.

I want to count the white waves with you facing the blue sea

i risked it for you

in the past summer

We met unexpectedly after rehearsal and pretended to be casual

But I wish I could close my eyes

I kissed your side face secretly

How much courage does love need to be cremated into a shooting star

travel across light years

landed in the dreamland with you

All pride is discarded, all secrets are opened

timid still very hard

ride the wind and waves towards you

Zhao Meng wrote down the lyrics, entered them into his mobile phone, searched for the song, and listened to it with headphones.The melody was melodious, but also simple and catchy. He listened to it while driving, and when he got home, he had already learned how to sing it.

When he entered the door, Song Qiran was standing next to the oven and competing with two iron pans of cranberry cookies. He was wearing a white thin sweater, and the ties of his apron were wrapped in soft fabric, outlining his thin waist.Song Qiran squatted halfway, staring intently at the degree of discoloration of the biscuits through the glass door of the oven. The warm yellow light shone on his side face, quiet and soft.

Zhao Meng hugged him from behind, Song Qiran turned his head and kissed him.

"What did you eat?" He frowned, "It's so sour."

Zhao Meng smiled, he was really in a good mood, and subconsciously hummed the chorus of that song.

Song Qiran heard him hum two verses, and started to sing along with Zhao Meng's humming.

He had heard that song when he was in middle school, and he knew how to sing it.

I want to fly away with you

Flying over the sun, moon, mountains, rivers and sky

fly into your dream fly into your body

flying distance flying century

Fly to the night sky and the stars land on the ground

Even if it turns into a bubble and disappears

only hope you

captivated in sweet dreams

Zhao Meng was stunned.All the way home, he felt that the song "Flying Whitecaps" was eerily familiar, and he spent all his brainpower searching his memories, trying to recall whether he had heard or seen this song before on any occasion lyrics of.But it wasn't until this moment, when Song Qiran was adjusting the oven's heat up and down, while absent-mindedly singing a cappella one by one, that he finally remembered——

What I am familiar with is not this song.It was the voice, the voice of Song Qiran when he sang this song.

He heard it, on one of the most unexpected occasions in his memory, in the surgical inpatient department of the Army General Hospital, where Zhao Meng was hospitalized ten years ago because of the gunshot wound in the 11.4 case.

At that time, he was ordered to rest by the attending physician, and he seldom went downstairs. In order not to worry about his family members, he entrusted his colleagues to conceal the news of his injury, so he could only hang around in the ward all day long, and occasionally opened the window to look upstairs. The flowers and plants in the lower yard.At that time, he had heard people singing through the wall, many songs were sung, but the song "Flying White Waves" was the most sung. He always thought that the patients next door or upstairs and downstairs had this hobby. Seeing this patient's mentality is really good, and he didn't delay in entertaining himself after being hospitalized. The voice accompanied him for many days. Although it was thin, it was very pleasant to hear.

But that was just a small episode during Zhao Meng's recovery in the hospital. After he recovered, he was discharged from the hospital, and he forgot to go there.Now that he suddenly remembered it again, an inexplicable guess in his chest made his heart beat wildly.

He realized that his past self had overlooked many important details.

It is very possible that Song Qiran had already been to the inpatient department of the Army Hospital during the time he was recuperating and hospitalized.He went there specifically for Zhao Meng.

The author has something to say

The lyrics of "Flying White Waves" were adapted from Zhao Yibai's "Flying".After changing the first paragraph, I am too lazy to change the second paragraph (...) That's it.Please don't laugh at my elementary school student's law reform