the years when i was in heaven

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Qiu Hai temporarily changed his shift.

The plane landed smoothly at Toronto Pearson International Airport.According to the flight crew's rest regulations, intercontinental routes with a time difference of more than 8 hours need to have a continuous rest of not less than 72 hours in the local area.

Who wants to go back to the hotel to sleep like this, everyone in the crew car is discussing where to go for a while.Living in a foreign country, with different languages ​​and cultures, we are used to acting together.

Chatting in the car was in full swing, Qiu Hai sat in the first row behind the driver, looked at the buildings with completely different styles, and closed his eyes for a while.

at the same time.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off, please try again later..."

Mingli hung up the phone. There are not many people who can turn off their mobile phones these days.He put his phone in his pocket, shaking the coffee cup in front of him, "Call me when I'm flying, what's the notification tone?"

Zhuang Su'an pulled his head out of the computer screen, adjusted his glasses, "it seems...the number you dialed cannot be connected, please try again later."

Mingli said no more.

Soothing music is played in the store, and well-dressed girls are drinking and chatting, and there is often a mature and stable man sitting opposite, or three or four fashionable students.

Except for his cooking skills that can eat dead people on weekends, his restaurant is still good.Mingli looked around, and saw several familiar guests.

"Why don't you come on the weekend?" Zhuang Su'an tapped the keyboard, "I have encountered a bottleneck in coding recently, and I urgently need a meal from him to nourish me."

When it comes to meals, Mingli arrives suddenly, as long as there are weekends, he will always invite meals.Maybe it's because their family runs a restaurant chain, or it's a proper rich second generation. Everyone is used to handing over the task of paying the bill to him.

Even Mingli and him met for the first time because of a meal.

"Dididi." The meal card machine turned on a red light.

"Student, you only have [-] cents left in your card." The cafeteria aunt was about to take back the rice bowl for Mingli at the speed of light.

Mingli was extremely embarrassed. There was a long line behind him, with several heads tilted out to stare at him. The lunch break was very precious.

Put a card on the credit card machine, and the machine will automatically clear the amount. Ming Li stared blankly at the person standing beside him.

"Have you tried it?" The man said with a smile: "There is a gust of cold wind behind you, so hurry up."

The two found a seat by the window and sat down.

Ming Li was embarrassed, "Thank you, I will transfer the money to you."

"No, just come back tonight."

Ming Li was taken aback, "Okay, what major are you in?"

Weekend smiled gently, at this boy's generally arrogant age, his temperament was already very elegant.He casually put the car keys on the table, "Flight technology, junior."

How time flies, Mingli thought, everyone will be at this age in a blink of an eye.

"Whoa!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the back kitchen, and the guests turned their heads to look over, and several waiters came out to appease them.

Zhuang Su'an: "what's the matter?"

Mingli shook his head, "Go and have a look."

"I still don't admit that you stole it!"

The plates and bowls in the tidy back kitchen were broken, and several chefs surrounded a thin boy.The boy was wearing a stained white sweater, it was unknown whether it had been scratched before or just got it from the tugging just now.

To put it bluntly, whether this boy was with his classmates or his parents, he shouldn't be someone who appeared in this area.

"I didn't steal it!" The boy stared at the adults with stubborn eyes, "I saw that the door was open, and I wanted to come in out of curiosity. I didn't steal anything!"

The boy pointed to the half-closed iron door of the back kitchen.

"All of you have come in, can you not steal anything?" The head chef grabbed the boy's wrist, "Call the police!"

The boy struggled desperately, several cooks stepped forward to subdue him, and pinned the boy on the workbench.The boy's face was deformed, "Okay, just wait for the police to come and see who is wronged!"

The head chef is cursing.The chef, who was about to call the police, was held down by a hand on his shoulder. The chef turned his head and saw Mingli. Boss Zhou's good friend knew everyone in the shop.

"Mr. Ming, don't worry about this matter." The head chef said, "This is our shop's business."

"I don't care, and I can't control it." Mingli spread his hands and said indifferently: "It's just that arresting people requires evidence. You have no evidence, and it's hard to handle when the police come. Don't you have surveillance?"

Several chefs looked at the upper left of the iron door at the same time, and the monitor flashed a faint red light.

The head chef was silent for a moment, "You guys watch him here. Mr. Ming, there is a rule in the store that you can't watch the surveillance without permission. You are a friend of my boss. Please testify for me."

"Very happy to."

Zhuang Su'an stayed in the back kitchen, and the security guard took the head chef and Ming Li to adjust the monitoring.

The monitoring equipment is in a very secluded house.The security guard opened the door with a key, a computer, and several screens showing the real-time dynamics of various places in the restaurant, one of which overlooked the entire back kitchen.

The security guard transferred the image to the computer, and the time was pulled back an hour.

At first several cooks were busy.Chef A stuffed the trimmed steak scraps into his mouth, looked left and right to see that no one was paying attention to him, and began to chew contentedly.Chef B looked as if he was singing ecstasy, he lost his grip and the pot overturned.

The head chef's face turned red and then turned pale, "Fast forward, fast forward!"

These little bastards!

Fast forward 10 minutes, the dining peak is over, and the back kitchen is gradually empty.The monitoring screen was black and white, and the last person left the monitoring field of view, and the image fell into a state of no one for several minutes.

The time in the lower right corner passed by second by second, and the iron door on the image suddenly moved.The three people in front of the screen couldn't help but move forward, especially the head chef, who felt that he could squeeze in every minute if he was given a chance.

The iron door was opened a crack, and the boy poked his head in, making sure no one was there, and walked in with a cat.After admiring it, he ate a piece of watermelon and wiped his mouth in satisfaction.

"What did I say, and you said you didn't steal it!?" The head chef looked like "catch the rape in bed".

Mingli was speechless.

When the boy was about to leave, he was caught by the chef who came in, and then he resisted and cleaned up with a crackling meal, and then everyone was caught in the camera.

The matter has come to this point, the truth does not need to be said.

The head chef didn't care about Mingli, and left with the security guards. Judging by his posture, it was estimated that the group of cooks would also be in trouble.

There was no light in the room, and the screen glowed white.Ming Li sat in front of the computer and was about to transfer the images back, when an unremarkable folder caught his attention.

The note of that folder is a word "sea".

He double-clicked to open it, the player automatically connected, and a full-screen video popped up.

The same black and white, the time is displayed in the lower right corner.Ming Li was taken aback, this was actually a video from six years ago.The back kitchen is a little behind than it is now, and many imported equipment are not yet available.

Suddenly, Mingli's pupils shrank.

The back that entered the mirror, just by looking at the back, knew it was Qiu Hai.He was doing chores, and then he covered his forehead and knelt on the ground with the workbench in his hands, looking very painful.

Not long after, another back view came into the mirror, he half-knelt beside Qiu Hai and got very close to him, whispering something to Qiu Hai, with an earring sticking out of his side ear.

Qiu Hai suddenly punched him, the man grabbed his wrist and kissed the back of his hand.

There was a "boom" in Mingli's mind, and the sky fell apart.

The iron door that the boy sneaked in just now was forcibly opened from the outside. The image was muted, but Mingli could see one deformed ax print on the iron door after another.

A swarm of police officers poured into the screen, separating the two.A man and a woman who came in again should be the parents of the weekend.Zhou's mother tightly protected her son's head, while Zhou's father stood aside without saying a word, watching the man in the white coat pull Zhou's mother away.

There was no resistance on the weekend, and a smile could even be seen on his mouth. He just looked at Qiu Hai, who was sitting on the ground from beginning to end, and no one greeted him except the police.

The scene was once chaotic and the surroundings were silent, but Mingli's mind was full of voices.

Zhou's mother's shouts, police roars, weekend laughter.

The image flashed a few snowflakes, and it was over.Immediately afterwards, the next paragraph appeared, as if someone deliberately put these clips together.

Still in the back kitchen, this time I could clearly see Qiu Hai's face, the scene was in a mess, and the person standing opposite him was holding something in his hand.

Ming Li squinted his eyes and leaned in front of the screen.In order to take care of the whole picture, the monitoring is not very clear about the details, and it is black and white equipment from six years ago.No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see what the weekend was holding in his hand, but it was obvious that this thing was a contradiction.

The scene changed again, and it was a woman throwing things, and the pots and pans were smashed to pieces.The woman's long hair was loose, as if that wasn't enough, she kept banging her head against the iron stove.

Qiu Hai rushed in to hold her down, and the woman resisted in his arms.

A few more people appeared on the screen, all of whom were shouted out by Qiu Hai.The woman's hands were torn apart by the debris on the ground, she didn't know it, and resisted Qiu Hai's contact with all her strength.

There was black stuff all over his face and body, and Ming Li knew it was blood.

I can't tell whose blood it is.

Weekend also rushed in, together with Qiu Hai, pinned down the woman.

Qiu Hai suddenly picked up the wine bottle at hand and hit the woman on the back of the head, the woman fell silent.Qiu Hai hugged her and fell to the ground, his face deeply buried in her neck.

Weekend hugged Qiu Hai, the picture was frozen, only the hand on Qiu Hai's back moved on weekend.

"What are you looking at."

Mingli froze.

Behind him, Weekend leaned against the door with his arms folded, his smile became more obvious, but his voice became colder, "Huh? What are you looking at, Mingli."

Toronto is the most famous big city in the world, and it takes more than three hours to drive to the outer suburbs.

Qiu Hai was driving on a country road, and the heavy metal rock music of an unknown band was playing in the car. He felt annoyed, and when he turned off the sound, he felt empty, so he simply turned it on again.

A white walled building appeared in front of my eyes, and it was an Asian-faced woman who stood at the door to greet her. She said she was Asian-faced, but she had a snow-white complexion and sexy red lips.

After exchanging a few simple greetings, the woman brought Qiu Hai in.

The entrance is a garden. A few old men in white loose dresses are standing among the flowers. They have haggard faces and stooped figures. They stare straight at the visitors as if possessed, as if they are about to pounce on them in the next second.

"These are stable patients, don't worry," the woman said.

Qiu Hai also seemed to be used to it, and didn't show any discomfort.

"She's had sudden ups and downs recently." The woman continued: "Mr. Zhou came to visit once. He was very troublesome and paid a lot of medical expenses."

"I will pay as much as I need, and his money will be returned to him."

The woman glanced at Qiu Hai who was following behind, "I thought you two were..."

"No."

The woman stopped talking.

They passed through the general ward, passed through the ICU, and finally stopped outside a three-story western-style building behind the yard.The western-style building is also all white, without windows, and the overall glare is reflected in the sun.

As soon as you enter the door, you will find a deep corridor. There are two locks on each white iron door along the way.The woman's high heels stepped on the ground with a crisp sound.

When passing through a door, a pair of bloody and pale hands suddenly protruded from the darkness between the welded railings.

"Why don't you leave?" The woman turned a blind eye, turned her head and saw Qiu Hai stopped, as if talking about the weather, and said, "Our safety measures are guaranteed. This patient's family does not plan to continue treating him. He has been quite irritable these days." .”

The sound of iron chains colliding hit people's hearts, and Qiu Hai continued to walk forward.

There are several independent small houses behind the western-style building, which can only be reached through the western-style building.The scenery here is more beautiful than any place in the yard, and the feeling is comfortable. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a paradise.

The woman took him to a certain house, "This is it."

In the dead of night, Ming Li stood on the balcony smoking a cigarette.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off, please try again later..."

There was another cigarette butt in the ashtray that was about to overflow, and he clicked on WeChat.

Plain and simple: where have you been?

Mingli didn't expect Qiu Hai to come back, but within a minute, a message appeared on the phone with a "ding".

Fat Dahai: The phone is out of battery, don't worry, I'm fine.

Fat Dahai: I love you.

Mingli looked at these two messages, his heart seemed to shrivel up into a ball, and tears dripped down on the screen, distorting the words.