Xiao Lang Jing

"Have you texted me?"

Zhao Meng still remembered that they were going to leave the hotel early in the morning, Song Qiran took his mobile phone to resume communication, and he suddenly mentioned the expression on his face when he sent him a message and didn't reply.

Song Qiran had an unexpected look on his face, and Zhao Meng also regretted his quick talk.I think it was a bit stingy to mention that sentence, like a small report after the fact.

Song Qiran's WeChat interface is very scary, which Zhao Meng did not expect.He watched Song Qiran quickly swipe down the unread messages on the screen, and felt that there could be at least thirty workgroups and discussion groups with only the two keywords of the project, and the message prompts of each group showed three digits in red. The whole screen was bloody, which was very shocking.

He thought at the time, no wonder Song Qiran couldn't see his message.Had he been in Song Qiran's situation, he might have heart palpitations when his phone vibrated.

But Song Qiran seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and kept sliding down with great effort, rummaging him out of the mess, and then found the unread message that hadn't been answered for a long time, and he suddenly stood there in a daze. In situ.

"You still want to give me something..." Song Qiran's eyes suddenly turned to him.

Zhao Meng was a little embarrassed.

He accidentally drank too much wine before, and asked Song Qiran if he wanted local specialties from their hometown. Now that he thinks about it, he is really abrupt and has no beginning or end. He didn't make it clear to Song Qiran, looking at that sentence now, it's really stupid.

But Song Qiran didn't seem to think so.After asking that sentence, he kept staring at the short line of text, as if he was confirming something repeatedly. When he raised his head to look at Zhao Meng again, his eyes dodged for a while, as if he was very embarrassed.It was not the kind of cute, shy embarrassment that Zhao Meng had seen before. At that moment, Song Qiran gave people a very rare clumsy feeling. Like a child who accidentally received a too expensive gift, I feel a little guilty and unsure.

"Thank you... Your parents specially entrusted someone to bring them from their hometown. They must be your favorite things." He said in a muffled voice.

Zhao Meng felt that his performance was too exaggerated.He leaned over to hug him, but Song Qiran grabbed his clothes.He was wearing a shirt, and there was a single pocket on the right that was usually used to store soft pack cigarettes. It was a place close to the heart. Song Qiran pinched the edge of the pocket with his slender fingers and pulled him forward. , Zhao Meng was puzzled, bent down to look at him, and met Song Qiran's eyes.

The eyes are clean and bright, and there is a touch of warmth.

He glimpsed his own reflection in it.

"Can you always be like this in the future?" Song Qiran looked at him intently and asked, "You can always be there when I need you, okay?"

Zhao Meng had never tried to practice various expressions in front of the mirror, and when he met Song Qiran's eyes, he realized that the way he couldn't help but giggle and nod at the same time was really creepy.

That creepy expression lasted the whole morning.

When Zhao Meng sat in front of the computer for the fifth time and started to lose his mind, the joy of knowing the taste had already destroyed the fierce temperament buried deep in his face on weekdays, turning them into a kind of sluggishness that seemed to be rapidly decreasing in IQ .

Zhao Meng is rarely in a daze. His eyebrows and eyes are too thick. He has been exposed to the sun for many years. There are thin and narrow lines between his brows and the corners of his lips. He was really in a daze, but it would make people mistakenly think that he was depressed because of something.

Little did he know that another colleague in a duty room had been peeking at his abnormal depression all morning.

"Damn, what's wrong with Brother Meng, has it been all morning?!"

"I used to think that his face was quite scary, but I didn't see him get upset about anything. You think so."

"No, there must be something wrong."

"Hey, you should give me one!"

The speed at which Ma Chao knocked on the phone could no longer keep up with the speed of his own brainstorming. The message was sent out for a long time and each reply was repeated. When he was anxious, he glanced at the position on the upper left. yawn.

"Ruan Honggang! Look at your phone!"

He couldn't help shouting.

Ruan Honggang is in charge of information technology in the institute. After work, he is usually a nerd. He picked up the thermos and hit him on the head.

Ruan Hong just glanced at him, despised him with a look of "you are so boring", and finally replied to the message.

"What's the matter? Someone who can bother Brother Meng hasn't been born yet, who would dare? The leader doesn't dare to gasp in front of him when he comes to inspect us..."

After thinking about it, Ma Chao seemed to be right.

"What's the matter? Something happened at home?"

"I don't know. Brother Meng doesn't get too close to the rest of us, so he doesn't talk about family affairs."

"Then don't you care about it? If you don't, it can only be broken love."

"I care about it, but even if you break up in love, so what? What does it have to do with you?"

"you're so dumb!"

Ma Chao typed angrily, pressing the phone touch screen harder than usual,

"Brother Meng is broken in love, we haven't been in love yet! Isn't this a big deal???"

"..."

Ruan Hong just put down his phone and stared at him bitterly.Which pot is not open and which pot to lift, he gave Ma Chao the middle finger, put down the phone and turned his attention to the computer screen.

Ma Chao was in the middle of gossiping and didn't think of stimulating his friends who eat melons to run away. He was really itchy. He turned his eyes and opened the side cabinet of the desk, grabbed a handful of three squirrels, dangled them in his pocket, and wandered to the other side of the duty room. one head.

Policewoman Xiao Gao and Zheng Lili, who was in charge of the household registration camera, were huddled together by the window, basking head-to-head in the sun, fiddling with their mobile phones.Ma Chao offered snacks as if offering a treasure, and moved closer.

"Hey, have you heard that, has Brother Meng lost his love recently?"

Unlike Ruan Honggang, who has a more Buddhist style, Ma Chao is an out-and-out professional eater. He has been in various online forums all year round, and he can always lock in hot topics on Weibo at the first time. Check out various analytical posts on the Internet There were too many, and gradually his speech became a bit sloppy. As usual, if he continued to make such a sensational sentence, several lesbians in the institute must have joined the discussion with great interest.But today Xiao Gao and Zheng Lili still stared at the window, unmoved.Xiao Gao, who had seen through Mr. Ma Chao's exaggeration early on, impatiently gestured at him, telling him to be quiet.

Ma Chao was surprised, and followed their eyes to look out, and found a new car parked in the compound at the front gate of the police station.

Good guy, an all-black Ford Mustang, parked in the middle of the row of small broken cars at the door, looks very domineering and wild.Leaning on the front of the car is a little guy with a cropped cut and a cigarette in his mouth. He wears a black tight-fitting T-shirt in the open neckline. You don’t need to look carefully, the muscle lines alone are enough to bluff people. With edges and corners, there is nowhere that does not reveal a heroic and upright youthful air.

No one knows what that guy is from.

Xiao Gao and Zheng Lili thought he was good-looking, so they secretly took pictures of him here.Ma Chao was afraid that this person had some special background, so his first reaction was to run to find Zhao Meng.

Physique, boldness, and silent sense of oppression, in these things, Zhao Meng can be called Heping Bridge West Town.But Zhao Meng looked out of the window, "Hey!", and hit Ma Chao hard on the head.

"Are you afraid of veterans? Those who just got off the army are very well-behaved. People walk more upright than you stand in a military posture. Could it be a gangster?"

When he said this, the few present were a little confused.

"Brother Meng, how do you know that brother is a veteran? He is not wearing a uniform." Xiao Gao said first.

"Yeah, and you just retired, how did you tell?" Zheng Lili also asked.

"You haven't been in the army, have you?" Zhao Meng pointed to the man's coat, there seemed to be a small thing shining in the sun near the outer edge of the zipper, "National defense service badge, what did you do when you left?" You have to hand it in, and you can take that away. Generally, those who have just retired from the army will carry it with them if they have feelings. Besides, it takes eight years to get a Tongzhangzi. I don’t have one. The guy is only 25, sure He just retired when his term expired."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cut-cut guy had already finished smoking a cigarette.

The sun in the provincial capital is very bright today, shining on the young man's dark face gave him a sense of determination and mystery. The young man looked up at the sky, threw the cigarette butt under his feet and crushed it, opened the car door, took out a file bag, and went straight to Came in the direction of the police station.

The huddled crowd by the window immediately dispersed, and in the shortest time they all returned to their respective positions, leaving only Zhao Meng standing at the door with a little smile in his eyes.

He didn't become a soldier, but he has a lot of affection for people from the army, and he always feels that they are all his comrades-in-arms, so he waited for that guy to see if he needed help.

I didn't expect people to go after him, Zhao Meng.As soon as he came up, he declared his family name, which was very straightforward.

"Qinghe Municipal Party Committee Office, Wei Xiaolong."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng was dumbfounded.Qinghe is a prefecture-level city next to the provincial capital. Although it is a prefecture-level city, it has set up a special economic zone in the province, various industrial parks and local industries, which have driven a large part of the province's GDP, and are highly valued by the province. point of economic development.But Zhao Meng didn't remember that he had any involvement with people from Qinghe.

He shook Wei Xiaolong's hand back, and looked at the file bag he was holding with his other hand.

"Is this...?" he asked.

"The documents from the Municipal Criminal Police Brigade. My roommate was there when I was serving. This time I came to the provincial capital to do business. I was specially asked to bring them for you."

Wei Xiaolong replied, he spoke quickly and concisely, to the point, without a single word of nonsense.At the end, I specially emphasized it to Zhao Meng:

"Personal relationship documents, remember to deal with them properly after reading them. In addition, my friend asked me to bring a sentence, you wait for the person who is arrested, they will catch them, and they will be in Qinghe."

Zhao Meng's eyelids twitched violently, and he understood a little bit.

He took the file bag and took out a typed manuscript and two photos from it.The manuscript is in the style of a newspaper article, but judging from the date, it should have not been published. He can hardly recognize the person in the photo. If it weren’t for the bold words on the manuscript to identify the identity, Zhao Meng might have forgotten the person’s appearance .

"11.4 extraordinarily large case of taking hostages with guns and wounding people?"

Ma Chao, who didn't know when he came to his side, read the line on the title, and immediately attracted the remaining few people who were watching secretly.

"11.4? That was the big case that shocked the province! It's in our provincial capital!"

Xiao Gao stretched his neck from behind the table, relying on Zhao Meng's presence, he dared to talk to Wei Xiaolong,

"What are you doing with Brother Meng?"

Wei Xiaolong didn't answer, he glanced at Xiao Gao, who retracted his neck again.

"It's nothing, this thing is what I want." Zhao Meng put the things away and explained to everyone, "I was in Luojiashan back then, and I also participated in this case. I ran away in the encirclement and suppression operation, and I didn't catch it afterwards. I told people, when they find someone, let me know."

Now even Ruan Honggang, who had been sitting in his seat drinking tea, had his eyes lit up.

"Brother Meng, you participated in the 11.4 siege? It's amazing! It was many years ago, and I was still in high school at that time. I heard that even the special police were dispatched in the provincial capital!"

Zhao Meng pouted.

"What are you thinking? I'm a small policeman. How could I participate in the siege?"

"Then why are you in Luojiashan!" Zheng Lili interrupted hastily.

"It was a Saturday. A few students from the Art Examination Class of the City's No. [-] Middle School went to the mountain to sketch. At that time, they had not been notified that the suspect was in the mountain. Suddenly, there was a thunderstorm and strong wind. I went up the mountain to find the students."

"What happened next?" Someone asked.

Zhao Meng got a lump in his throat, and subconsciously turned his head to exchange a look with Wei Xiaolong, who had never said a word. In that look, he could see that Wei Xiaolong, like him, knew what happened back then.

The matter was so involved that even the official media did not dare to write about it in detail.

Zhao Meng sighed, and in the blink of an eye, almost ten years have passed.

"I found it," his eyes turned dark, and he replied in a deep voice, "21 students entered the mountain, four of them died, and the remaining twelve were injured. After reaching the hospital... half of them were not rescued."