long shot

The shadows on the ground were intertwined, covering part of the colorful light outside.

The glass on the building outside the window reflected the setting sun, and it was golden everywhere, falling into Shi Jiu's eyes, making it impossible to see the expression of the person opposite him clearly.

I can only feel that this person's lips are soft and hot, not as fragrant as the toothpaste last time, but a very strong smell of tobacco instead.

Yan Xi changed from the initial refusal to approach, and the tip of her tongue became enthusiastic.

The two of them tugged and moved from the side of the bed to the side of the table.

One pressed the other on top, fingertips wrapped around fingertips, clothes stuck to clothes, and the people underneath stopped doing it again, turning around again in a vigorous effort.

The soundproofing of the office is not very good. Through one wall, you can vaguely hear the movement of people working outside, opening and closing the door, drinking water and talking, the door is not locked, and someone will come in at any time.

The two of them kissed secretly like this, huddled together in silence, neither one would accept the other, occasionally separated and whispered a few words to each other, and then kissed together impatiently.

Xiao Wang came back from the outside with a large pile of materials, first went back to his office to sort them out, and then picked out the ones that Yan Xi had specially asked him, and went to push Yan Xi's office in a daze.

After entering the door, the man froze for a while.

But it was discovered that there were customers in it.

A second later, Xiao Wang nodded to the man smoking on the sofa, and then put the materials on Yan Xi's table, "Brother Yan, what you want."

Yan Xi was standing by the window sill at that time, with his back to Xiao Wang, and he turned around when he heard what he said, "Oh, okay, thank you."

When he said this, he exhaled blue and white smoke from his nose, but there was no cigarette in his hand.

The man on the sofa stood up, biting a cigarette, taller.

Smiling, I always feel a little malicious,

"Okay, I have to go too. I'll show my face before I get off work. It's not good if I don't go back."

-

Jiang Yunqing didn't like playing mahjong very much, so he found a game of playing mahjong.

I couldn't find anyone else, it was the same group of people from before.

It's not that there are few people playing because of the strict arrest, it's that Jiang Yunqing's game is small, only [-] yuan a night. Under normal circumstances, Zhajinhua is a life-and-death card game with unlimited bets. If the bet is high, if the opponent is Biao, there are many people who lose hundreds of thousands or even millions in one night.

This group of people played relatively restrainedly, and none of them had much money. Basically, the amount they won or lost every night was tens of thousands of yuan.

The point of play has been transferred from Haitian to another hotel, so that changing places indefinitely will save the police from stepping on points and fines.

Since Jiang Yunqing returned the money, everyone was very polite when they met.

Jiang Yunqing didn't want to take Zhao Zilong there at first, but he couldn't bear the fact that Mr. Zhao was entangled with him. He just played all morning, and his mobile phone was like a shopping hotline, ringing endlessly. Jiang Yunqing pretended to be sleeping at home and pretended If you can't go down, you can only call people over.

Although the child was usually quite arrogant, he was quite honest when he came. He squatted next to Jiang Yunqing without saying a word of nonsense. The son almost killed Jiang Yunqing.

It is said that although Mr. Zhao usually plays with Jiang Yunqing, he is actually a novice, and basically has never participated in such an occasion. This is the first time.

Generally, novices are very lucky at poker. This kid sat next to Jiang Yunqing, like a god of wealth. Jiang Yunqing was unlucky, plus he was careful and courageous, and he doubled his gambling money in a morning.

Jiang Yunqing accepted it as soon as he saw it, and wanted to leave.

But it's only this morning, and if someone loses money, he will definitely not do it. I think if you are a rough man, I won't practice with you. How can it be a good thing for you to leave if you want to win money?

An old man came up and pressed Jiang Yunqing's shoulders to prevent him from leaving. His bowl-sized fist dangled on the tip of his nose, warning him that if he dared to leave, he would beat him.

This big fist made him dizzy in front of Jiang Yunqing, and he remembered that when he was hit in the eye a while ago, it scared Jiang Yunqing enough. After all, he didn't hit him like that last time, so now he can't hit his eyes with such a big fist. It's dripping soup.

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Yunqing's face turned pale, and he hurriedly raised the bet a little more and continued to play with others, but he agreed to play for a day and not to stay here overnight.

Mr. Zhao next to him saw that Jiang Yunqing was being threatened, and he was also very unwilling. He pushed and shoved him twice, and almost made a move, but in the end he was held down by Jiang Yunqing.

Someone was holding a small ice jug and starting to smoke for himself. The bubbles in the water were churning, cracking from the bottom, and light-colored smoke rose.

The person opposite took a sip from his mouth, and then let out a long breath,

"After playing for such a long time, Lao Zhang has lost all, let's change the deck."

-

The test results came out, Shi Jiu and Shi Yan's hematopoietic stem cells did not match very well, and it was necessary to find another bone marrow donor.

This is not surprising. Brothers born to a parent are not a 50.00% match. It seems to be a [-]% possibility. I and him are not born from the same mother. They just share a father. The probability is not necessarily higher. go.

Fortunately, the mayor's family is not short of money, and Shi Yan discovered it early. Finding a donor is not as difficult as it was earlier, so the problem is not too serious.

Lin Ke's case has already been published in the newspaper without asking.

He was sentenced to 20 years in prison and all his property was confiscated. Shi Jiu made the calculations for him. He is in his 40s this year, and he was in his 60s when he came out. He is also divorced and has no children.

I also forgot who told Shi Jiu that after he was imprisoned, only an elderly woman took care of him and sent food and supplies to him several times.

Shi Jiu knew it was his ex-wife without even thinking about it.

I think this person is really interesting, it's enough to make a fuss, but in the end the person who takes care of him is the person he kicked away first.

After Shi Jiu heard about this incident, he was very moved. If it were him, he might find someone to harm his grandson in prison. It would be nice to give him daily necessities instead of explosives.

But I am a man after all, maybe all women are so soft-hearted.

When Shi Jiu thought about this, he was eating at the dinner table, and he didn't swallow the soup for a long time, and Shi Jiu's mother, who was annoyed, had three brains collapse on her forehead.

Shi Jiu wanted to get angry at first, but when he saw his mother, he immediately paid attention.

Stirring the chopsticks in the bowl twice, Shi Jiu picked up a vegetable,

"Hey, Mom, I want to ask you something."

Shi Jiu's mother finished her meal, and she was sitting next to her and drinking soup. The whole spoon was slowly stirring in the soup bowl. When Shi Jiu spoke, she lifted her eyelids and stared into his eyes, "What's the matter? Are you looking for someone?"

Shi Jiu curled his lips, "It has nothing to do with me, I just want to ask you a question, if the mayor is in jail now, would you go and deliver things to him every day?"

Shi Jiu's mother snorted coldly,

"Send it, I must send it. I send a pennant to the People's Police every day, and a letter of commendation every day, thanking them for spreading baldness to the society."

Shi Jiu felt a little uncomfortable,

"What do you mean, you think that if a person has a problem with his character, just discuss the matter as it stands. Why do you have to attack him for having short hair? Do you know how uncomfortable it is for a person with thin hair?"

Shi Jiu's mother laughed when she saw Shi Jiu like this, lowered her head and drank a spoonful of soup,

"Okay, which silly girl did this kind of thing? Could it be that you have a crush on her?"

"I said it has nothing to do with me... How much do you want me to find someone..." Shi Jiu frowned. Ex-wife..."

Shi Jiu's mother lowered her head to drink the soup, her expression remained unchanged.

"Ah, the oilfield leader who was in the newspaper was corrupt, isn't he Lin Li? I know him. I didn't expect him to be corrupt now."

Shi Jiu's jaw almost dropped to the table,

"Ah... how do you know him..."

Shi Jiu's mother gave Shi Jiu a pair of chopsticks and kidney beans,

"I met him a few times when I was young. It's not considered acquaintance, but just knowing. When I met him, he was not married yet. He was as thin as a bean sprout. I read the newspaper two days ago, why did he become so fat... How much feed did you eat to make it like that, so you will grow fat and turn into a pig in your next life."

Shi Jiu thought for a while,

"How did you know him, through the mayor?"

After Shi Jiuma finished drinking the soup, she got up to clean up the dishes,

"Well, they used to work in the same unit, but Shi Miao was the leader at the time, and Lin Li was the worker."

Shi Jiu remembered the photos he saw at the mayor's house,

"So the mayor has a good relationship with Lin Li, so why don't you help suppress the matter?"

"What's the matter with them, they're not on the same level, they can't say a few words," Shi Jiu's mother raised her hand to pick up the curtain, and came out of the kitchen, "Anyway, when I knew Shi Miao, he never talked to him. People like Lin Li were just playing around, but they had a good relationship with the head of their unit at the time, what was that person's name... Sigh, it's been too long and I forgot... I just remember that the guy was pretty good .”

Shi Jiu stopped talking, and lowered his head to clean the rice.

Shi Jiu's mother came up and nagged, "Eat all the food, don't you come back every now and then, I can't finish eating by myself."

Shi Jiu finished his meal, put down his chopsticks,

"Hey, mom, do you know Xi Yibei?"

Shi Jiu's mother continued to clean up, suddenly realized,

"Oh, he is Shi Miao's buddy."

"Didn't you say you don't remember?"

"I remembered."

For a while, Shi Jiu had many things in his mind,

Thinking of Yan Xi's book, he paused again,

"Then who is his son? Or he can be his son... Do you know him?"

Shi Jiu's mother put on a straight face, "Then I don't know. After I gave birth to you, I just fought with Shi Miao, and I don't know much about his gang anymore."

"Do you know someone who is strict?"

"I don't know, it's been decades, who remembers, why are you asking so many questions?"

Shi Jiu shut his mouth, wondering if he was too idle,

I haven't figured out my own affairs, so I have nothing to think about what these revolutionary seniors are doing.

But having said that, if the mayor hadn't been secretive and Yan Xi was sneaky, with so many intersections and coincidences, Shi Jiu really didn't like to bother.

The mixed information in his mind gradually became clear, and there were a few Dian Shijiu who knew very well that these people had something to do with each other when they were young, the mayor didn't like to mention the past, Yan Xi knew these people now, but he didn't People in this small circle.

The only intersection between them is this guy named Xi Yibei.

From Shi Yan's words, it seems that he has been dead for many years.

Shi Jiu thought for a while, and felt that the hairs all over his body were blown up, and it didn't feel like a good thing.

But just as he was hesitating, the phone rang.

When he picked it up, Jiang Yunqing's voice was crying,

"Shi Jiu...something happened..."

It was almost seven o'clock in the evening when Jiang Yunqing called.

After saying a word, I hung up.

Shi Jiu's eyelids twitched, he held the phone for a few seconds, and then called Jiang Yunqing again.

No one answered the phone.

Shi Jiu could probably guess what Jiang Yunqing was doing, but he couldn't guess where he was.

The light in the kitchen was softly on, Shi Jiu's mother was standing in the room washing the dishes, and the TV in the living room was broadcasting the news.

Everything seemed peaceful, but Shi Jiu only felt that the waves were undercurrent.