My Dear People · Moon Evening

Every time we meet for the first time, it may be forever.

Every time you turn around, it may be a farewell.

-June 2016, 12

This year's Christmas, New York had a lot of snow in the anticipation of many people.

The whole city is immersed in the laziness and festiveness of the long holiday. Many small shops are closed, and only the luxury shopping malls are still carrying out all-night carnival activities.

After Chen Lu participated in the charity event, he left the scene under the protection of the security guards. The flashlight illuminated the air brightly, but could not reveal any emotion on his face.

After Leo disappeared with Lin Yilin, there was no news. The young master didn’t think about tea and food. He was not in the mood to appear in front of the public at all, but this activity was to help orphans find their families again. Xiao Linzi used to participate every year as a spokesperson, so in After the organizer kept begging, Chen Lu still came.

After all, when there is no hope, occasionally doing good deeds can give you peace of mind.

After being crowded all the way to the VIP parking lot where reporters were not allowed to enter, he was finally able to catch his breath, and asked while arranging his clothes, "Is there any news?"

"The police are still looking for and searching across the country." The bodyguard replied.

"Don't fool me with these bureaucratic accents." Chen Lu opened the door.

"Leo is known to everyone after all. He is not an ordinary wanted criminal. If he dares to show up, he will definitely..." The bodyguard tried to reassure him.

Chen Lu interrupted impatiently: "Really, that Fujii Hiroshi appeared in front of us countless times in different appearances, who could see it?"

The bodyguard was speechless.

"Forget it, it's meaningless." Chen Lu sighed while holding the car door: "Give him everything he wants."

"Yes." The bodyguard agreed: "The chairman invites you to have dinner."

Chen Lu hadn't seen Yan Qingwei since that day, and he refused after hearing this: "No, I'll go to the police station to have a look."

Unexpectedly, while he was talking, there was a sudden commotion on the side of the parking lot.

Chen Lu frowned and looked, only to see a somewhat familiar kid rushing in despite the security guard's obstruction.

"I have Mr. Lin's stuff for you!" He was still yelling while struggling.

"Tell him to come over." Chen Lu was stunned for a while, and raised his hand as a signal.

The kid was free in a moment, flapped his wrinkled coat, walked over with a smile and said: "You may not remember me..."

"I remember, you secretly took pictures of me and sent my wife to the hospital." Chen Lu said indifferently, "Your name is Fizz, and you are a paparazzi reporter."

Fizz scratched his short hair and said with a smile: "Let's let the past go, I'm here to give you something."

After finishing speaking, he took out an electronic key from his pocket: "I don't know which lock it is to open, but Mr. Lin entrusted me before, if something happens to him, I will give this to you."

Chen Lu didn't know how many other arrangements he had made during the days when he didn't meet Lin Yilin. After taking the key, he was a little dazed, and just said, "Don't joke with me."

"How is it possible? Mr. Lin helped me find a job in a newspaper office, and also helped me pay taxes and apply for social security." Fizz said: "So I always remember this matter, and I didn't tell anyone about it."

"Thank you." Chen Lu lowered his head.

In fact, he is very familiar with this key, because it was a gift he once gave Xiao Linzi.

But he didn't want it, he was afraid that what awaited him was a farewell.

"...An Asian man stabbed the audience in public at the New York Christmas Music Festival and has been arrested and interrogated by the police. Public security has been deteriorating recently..."

The anchor on the TV was still talking about the big and small things in the city every day with a serious face, but Ning Yun was the only one left standing in front of the TV.

He stared blankly at his brother's back on the screen, and took a sip of the beer in his hand: "Brother, your wish has come true."

There was still snow outside the window.

Ning Yun got up and turned off the TV and turned on the lights, put on sunglasses and a hat, walked out of the house with a simple bag, and rushed back to China with the plane ticket Ning Ze had prepared for him.

The elder brother said he wanted his younger brother to wait for him, but the elder brother never told a lie.

Ning Yun clenched his fists tightly, wondering whether his evasive trust would become regrettable in the future.

At Christmas, the police station also prepared some richer food for detainees than usual.

Fujii Hiroshi still huddled in the corner, picked up the cold sandwich on the tray, and slowly took a bite.

He misses Japan very much, misses the bento made by his sister, and misses the temple fair and stove during the New Year there.

It's a pity that such a beautiful world is gone.

Unexpectedly, when he was thinking wildly, the policeman on duty came back again, dragged the cold young man, opened the door and threw him in, turned and left without saying anything.

The young man's coat was still stained with blood, but there was no hostility on his delicate face. He found that Fujii Hiroshi was looking at him, and immediately straightened his back and smiled.

Fujii Hiroshi then looked away indifferently.

The young man carefully sat down on the iron bed opposite, his eyes fixed on Fujii Hiroshi's face.

It's not like it anymore, it's almost unrecognizable, even the outline has changed.

But he was sure in the first second that this was the person he had been looking for for many years.

"Hello." The policeman soon appeared again, opened the iron door, and put a large box on Fujii Hiroshi's bed: "This is from Mr. Chen Lu."

Fujii Hiroshi, who was originally listless, immediately got up when he heard this, and leaned over to open the box with his handcuffed hands.

A spotless white kimono lay quietly inside.

The moment Fujii Hiroshi saw it, his dry eyes immediately turned slightly red. It had been a long time since he cried. His eyes and throat were so painful, but the tears could not fall. He really wanted to touch his mother's wedding dress and see his dirty The dirty fingers retracted their movements again.

"This is the dress your mother wore when I got married. Your mother said that when you get married, you can change it and give it to the bride. Xiaohong, you must find a beautiful girl who is worthy of it."

Fujii's powerful laughter rang in his mind again.

Maybe it is a shameful and pathetic economic prisoner for others, but for Fujii Hiroshi, he is just a kind father, a father who didn't even come to say goodbye to his son.

The young man quietly looked at Hiroshi Fujii with a twitching expression, feeling unbearable.

He wiped the blood from his hands, took out a broken rose from his pocket, got up and walked over and said, "Merry Christmas."

Fujii Hiroshi raised his head in surprise, looked at Hana, at the handcuffs, and at his face.

The young man smiled enough to melt the winter snow outside the window: "Hi, my name is Ning Ze."