traces of all things

"No way!" Lu Zheng rummaged through his memory, and couldn't help laughing: "Could it be that you—that young master?"

The name "little young master" suddenly brought back Tang Shaoyuan's memories.

In a small alley near the High School Affiliated to Provincial Normal University.

"Hey, your leg is scratched too." After Lu Zheng helped Tang Shaoyuan up, he ran to the side and dragged a bicycle that had fallen on the ground, and patted the back seat of the bicycle: "Come on, I'll see you off." Are you going to the hospital?"

Tang Shaoyuan looked at the cushions tied on the back seat, and was so excited that he was about to faint.

This backseat!he knows!

It used to be Qin Han's exclusive seat!

Now he can actually sit down!

No, wait—

He doesn't have an ID card on him... and he doesn't have a medical record... If he goes to the hospital then, he will inevitably alarm his troublesome father again.

I don't know what happened, anyway, Tang Shaoyuan didn't really want his father to know about Lu Zheng's existence.

Gritting his teeth, he reluctantly refused, "...No need, I'll just go home and ask the private doctor to take a look."

Lu Zheng had a look of incomparable surprise on his face.

"Oh my god, what kind of rich young master are you?" After being surprised, he revealed an excited expression: "Are you going to call the extended version of Lincoln and Heichao's bodyguards now?"

Judging by his expression, he was both excited and curious, as if he really wanted to see him.

Tang Shaoyuan couldn't bear to let his secondary school hopes come to nothing, but Lincoln's bodyguard or something really didn't exist, and he couldn't change it...

The more he thought about it, the more he felt useless, so he raised his hand and slapped himself in extreme depression.

……Um?Fan again?

Lu Zheng was really a little unpredictable about the behavior patterns of rich people, so he pretended not to notice and coughed twice: "Okay——if you don't mind, I'll take you home by bike? Or call a taxi for you? "

Before he finished speaking, Master Routuan rushed to the back seat of his car with astonishing agility, holding the seat tightly, as if he was afraid of his remorse.

Lu Zheng: ...Pfft.

Tang Shaoyuan's home is really close to the school. Although he really wanted to secretly point the wrong way to extend the journey, but thinking of his own tonnage, he still gave up this dirty idea with distress.

Today's happiness is already so much, it's all full - he thought, sitting on the back seat of Lu Zheng, looking at the back of the boy in front of him, and the white T-shirt that was blown up by the wind, he couldn't help it. He leaned over and sniffed carefully.

When he realized what he had done, his face turned red instantly.

"Hey, I'm talking about you." Lu Zheng suddenly said at this time, and Tang Shaoyuan almost rolled out of the car in fright: "In case of such a situation in the future, remember to protect yourself first, and money is something outside of you—— arrive."

The road was very short, and he soon arrived at the gate of the high-rise community where he lived.

With a sound of "creak--", Lu Zheng braked gracefully and stopped, jumped out of the car, reached out to support Tang Shaoyuan to pick him up, took out the schoolbag from the car basket to help him carry it, He squeezed his fleshy cheeks.

"If you just want some money, give it to them first, and tell the police uncle quickly, don't try to confront these criminals head-on." He said with a smile: "You are much more valuable than them."

"I reported it to the police." Tang Shaoyuan said stupidly: "It's useless, and the police didn't care..."

Lu Zheng puffed up his cheeks, frowned and relaxed his brows quickly.

"That must be because the policeman you met was not good." He said decisively: "Most of them are very responsible—my dad, my mother, they are all very good policemen."

Speaking of this, he beamed with joy, looked very proud, and said with a small chest: "As for me, I must be a good policeman in the future."

The golden-red sunset gave him a halo of light, and he stood up straight, looking like an archangel on a church mural on TV.

Tang Shaoyuan was dumbfounded.

When he came back to his senses, Lu Zheng had already stepped on the bicycle again, stepping on the pedal with his toes: "Let's go! Take care of yourself, young master!"

Seeing Lu Zheng's bicycle moving forward lightly and about to leave, Tang Shaoyuan suddenly mustered up his courage and strode forward, shouting at Lu Zheng's back.

"Can you... can you leave me a contact information!"

After he finished speaking, he felt a little awkward again, and quickly added: "I want to thank you very much!"

"Squeak-"

In the setting sun, the boy in white braked and turned around, smiled at him and waved his hands, revealing a deep dimple:

"If you don't leave your name behind when you do good deeds, just call me Brother Wuming! Hahaha!"

After speaking, he turned around and stepped on the bicycle again, and accelerated a few times while standing. His whole body was like a white arrow, and quickly disappeared from Tang Shaoyuan's sight.

**

"So you recognized me on the first day I came to the Provincial Office?" Lu Zheng also remembered what happened back then, couldn't help panting, and smiled with difficulty: "Oh, I'm really sorry ——My eyes are lame, and I didn’t recognize you.”

The corners of Tang Shaoyuan's mouth also raised involuntarily.

"You haven't changed..."

Not only the appearance, but also the voice, even the personality is exactly the same as the Archangel brother more than ten years ago, so happy.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I didn't expect... we two are so destined." Lu Zheng was already panting heavily at this time, his throat was full of blood, and he couldn't help but stop and throw Tang Shaoyuan on his body Trusted.

Because... I hope that in your impression, I will always look like this after becoming taller and handsome.

But this is also very happy.

Brother, he still remembers me.

Tang Shaoyuan lay on Lu Zheng's back thinking, feeling that his consciousness was slowly losing.

The sky in the east has become brighter unconsciously.

After a night of trekking, Lu Zheng finally saw the lights of the parked police cars at the foot of the mountain.

"Shao Yuan! Did you see it!" He whispered in great surprise: "Our people are in front! Hold on!"

"Pa-ta--", a flashlight fell to the ground, and the shell finally couldn't support it and broke into two pieces.

Tang Shaoyuan on his back could no longer answer him.

**

Lu Zheng already felt that he couldn't remember what happened next.

I only remember that some people ran over in a blur and helped Tang Shaoyuan off his body.

Later, the ambulance came and Tang Shaoyuan was carried up.

He wanted to follow, but the doctor in the white coat in front of him forcefully pushed him onto a stretcher as well.

"Wait! Wait!" He struggled a bit: "Captain Cha! I have... to report!"

"What's the matter? Let's talk about it later! You are not in a good condition now!" The white coat looked disapproving and wanted to carry him to the ambulance.

"Just a few seconds, just a few seconds—" Lu Zheng clutched his sleeve earnestly, and shouted at the loudest voice to Captain Cha Qing who hurried over: "Zou Deben is dead, and the murderer is... Brother Yan." Partner! On the mountain... there are two..."

"Yan...go check...check...my tracker...device..."

After holding Zha Qing's hand and saying these words with difficulty, Lu Zheng's eyes fell into darkness.

**

An unremarkable one-story house on the outskirts of Yuanbao.

There was a lot of noise in the outer room of this house, and there were several burly men sitting there, some of them were hanged, and they all looked a little resentful, and there were a few lying beside them who had passed away at first glance.

"What about Hu Liu and his brothers? Bury them on the spot?" A bald man looked at the corpses and spat out angrily: "If I had known, you wouldn't have stopped me, I have to whip that dead guy Corpse can't."

"Where's the third child and Ah Fei? It's been a long time, and I haven't seen them get in the car. I thought they left first. Why is there no one here?" Another calmer bearded man ignored the bald curse and said with a frown.

"Could it be that you lost your way in the mountains?" Another yellow-haired man who looked younger suddenly became serious.

"Damn! It's more than enough to succeed than to fail!" The bald head seemed to be impulsive, and when he heard this, he beat his knee angrily and got up to go out.

"Wait." The bearded man stopped his movements: "I'll go in and ask Brother Yan and the others first."

The bald head sat down reluctantly.

The bearded man stood up and knocked on a small door.

"Ok?"

A deep male voice came from inside the door.

"Brother Yan." The bearded man pushed open the door, stood respectfully at the door and said, "The third child and Ah Fei haven't come back yet, what should we do?"

The inner room is the same as the outer room, and there are almost no decorations. There are traces of dust on the sides of the kang head cabinets. At first glance, it is no different from all the surrounding farmyards.

There were three people sitting in the room, and the only piece of furniture that seemed a bit out of place was probably the stool that the person on the far left was sitting on. It looks very comfortable.

The person in the seat had already taken off the fisherman hat he was wearing on his head, and he had a beautiful baby face and an indifferent look.

A man in a vest in the room held a small thing that looked like a pipe in his hand, and pressed a lighter in the other hand, eagerly and intoxicatedly sucking the last bit of smoke in the glass tube, another sitting in the middle The tall and strong man, who was crossing his legs and playing with his baby-faced fingers, nodded slightly after hearing the bearded man's words: "Take a few people back to Daqiu Mountain to look for them, and don't let them be caught by the cops."

The bearded man responded immediately, and carefully glanced at the man in the vest who twisted and rubbed against Brother Yan after putting down his pipe, and quickly withdrew his gaze and closed the door.

The outside room immediately became much quieter.

"Haiyan, Haiyan, don't make trouble." Yan Qing frowned and pushed the person on him, the movement was not too big, but there was a trace of boredom hidden in his eyes: "Let's talk about Huiyuanbao."

The man in the vest named Haiyan didn't listen at all: "Say it again! You keep saying it every time! If you dislike me for being old, just say it!"

Yan Qing glanced at the baby face in a fisherman hat beside him with flattering and apologetic eyes, but unfortunately he didn't give him a look.

Seeing that Yan Qing was ignoring him, Haiyan became even more violent. He was already tall and strong with a lot of strength, but with such a twist, he actually tore a big hole at the hem of Yan Qing's short-sleeved work shirt.

With a clang, a thin metal disc fell out of the pocket of the torn work shirt.

Haiyan, who had been twisted into a flower, woke up instantly, squinted her eyes, and quickly knelt down to pick up the disc: "What is this?"

Yan Qing licked his lips, took the disc from Haiyan's hand, observed it over and over for a while, and suddenly a bloody face with blue eye circles appeared in his mind.

"Fuck! Tiaozi didn't forget to tease me when he was dying!"

Angrily, he threw the wafer on the ground, dragged the other two people in the room from left to right, and started to run out: "Go!"

As soon as the words fell, sirens suddenly rang out around the small farmyard, and alternating red and blue police lights illuminated the sky.

"It's too late." Babyface put on his hat calmly and stood up: "At least 50 people came."

The bearded man took several of them out just now in order to find someone, but now there are only six or seven of them in the yard, and it is impossible for them to be the opponents of this group of policemen with live ammunition.

Yan Qing got up in the same way, looked at the baby face in the fisherman hat with some reluctance, turned around and looked at the vest man Haiyan next to him, and said decisively: "Chengye, Haiyan, you two go hide in the old place, Come out when there is no one else, I will bear it here first.”

"Brother Yan!" Haiyan, a man in a vest, was so moved that tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes when he heard this, he gritted his teeth, and said impulsively, "I won't go, Brother Yan! I'll always be here with you!"

"Don't be self-willed, Haiyan." Yan Qing patted him on the head: "There can be room for two people, you two stay well, don't waste it."

"Then I'll stay!" the man in the vest called Haiyan said loudly, and turned to look at the fisherman's hat standing beside him with an indifferent expression. There was a complicated look in his eyes, maybe it was envy Still disgusted, he frowned and pushed the two of them towards the back door: "You two go, it's not a problem for me to stay here for a while."

"Haiyan..." Yan Qing showed a touch of emotion on his face: "Then it's hard work for you."

After he finished speaking, he took off the short-sleeved work shirt with a hole on his body and put it on Haiyan's body: "Wear it, your little vest can't block the wind."

Haiyan instantly clenched the army green cloth in her hand, watching the figures of Yan Qing and Rui Chengye disappear behind the door.

"Ho."

He looked down at the shirt, with a half-crying expression on his face, caressed the rough cloth surface, put it on, picked up the pistol on the edge of the kang, and loaded it.

"People in the house, please pay attention, you are already surrounded!...Don't make unnecessary resistance...Strictly resist..."

The siren kept ringing, and Captain Cha Qing's resonant voice came from the loudspeaker.

Yu Haiyan in the room seemed to be unable to hear, looked at the white and comfortable chair Rui Chengye had sat in with longing and jealous eyes, walked over and sat down on it, showing a satisfied smile.

Then he raised his arm, pointing the black muzzle of the gun in the direction of the door.