third missing person

◎Chen Sheng drove into an old residential area, found an empty parking space and stopped the car, he sat in the car holding his phone for a while, and still put it back into his pocket...◎

Chen Sheng drove into an old residential area, found an empty parking space and stopped the car. He sat in the car holding his phone for a while, then put it in his pocket again and got out of the car.

This kind of old community is like another world. When you walk in, you will feel as if everything has slowed down.Just after six o'clock, the smell of food was already wafting from every household. He walked up the stairs, smelling the fireworks in this world, stopped in front of an ordinary door, raised his hand and knocked twice.

It was Nan Yanyao who opened the door. It was unavoidable that he was surprised to see him, and he asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Leaving early secretly, I came here when I missed you." Chen Xing looked at the khaki apron around his waist and asked, "Are you cooking?"

"Yeah, come in quickly." Like his wife waiting at home, Nan Yanyao welcomed him in with an apron, helped him hang up his coat, and complained a few words: "Why didn't you tell me earlier, I didn't prepare anything. "

"I told you how to call it a surprise earlier." Chen Xing hugged him conveniently, his cold body just came in from the cold wind greedily absorbing warmth from another person: "What delicious food are you doing?"

"How about fat beef in golden soup? Is it suitable for this kind of weather?"

There is no sun outside the window, and it is gray and lifeless. I wonder if it will snow this winter.

Chen Xing stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of his nose: "I'll help."

The two of them got into the kitchen together, like a couple who just got off work, talking and laughing in the kitchen, washing their hands and making soup together, facing the trivial life together, ordinary like a speck of dust, but shining in each other's eyes Diamond shine.

After a while, the aroma wafted out, the food was on the table, the warm light in the restaurant was reassuring, and the two sat facing each other. At that moment, Chen Sheng suddenly understood why people should find a partner.

Mostly it's the warmth you get from the other person, it's hard to create for yourself.

Nan Yanyao handed him a wooden spoon, glanced at him and asked, "Did you have a hard day today?"

"Well, running around, jumping up and down, exhausted physically and mentally!"

"Hey, it's hard for Officer Chen to say so many idioms in one breath. How come there is a result?"

He shook his head and answered on purpose: "There is a long way to go."

The boy on the opposite side burst out laughing, and he laughed too, like two idiots.

Nan Yanyao suddenly remembered something, and teased him, "You know what? The first time I saw you, I thought this policeman was really unreliable."

"I'm unreliable? I don't know who slipped a note to me the first time we met."

"I don't have a choice." Nan Yanyao pouted and said, "I don't know other policemen."

"Did you feel that I was an excellent people's policeman later?"

Nan Yanyao stared at him as if thinking, after a moment of silence, he changed the topic and said, "At first, I suspected that you were from the school."

Chen Xing was puzzled, "Why am I from the school?"

"During dinner in the evening, I talked to you about school violence, but the principal asked me to talk to me the next day, asking all kinds of things, which meant to let me focus on my work and not mind my own business. I thought you talked to me all night He's telling the truth."

"I'm a little policeman, how can I get that kind of master?" Chen Xing shook his head with a smile, but he felt that this incident was too coincidental. There are other explanations, but coincidences can't explain it.

"I thought at the time, if you're from the school, it's not over. I'm always staring at you, but fortunately, your words and deeds don't look like that kind of person."

"Are you still staring at me?" Chen Xing thought to himself, the two of us may be staring at whom, he raised his eyes and couldn't help but ask, "How do you judge that I'm clean?"

"Who would run to the scene of a crime in just a pair of pajamas, and make himself so embarrassed?"

"Tsk, I'm concerned about the safety of the people!" Chen Xing waved his chopsticks, with a kind of boldness to reprimand Fang Qiu.

"Yes, you care about the safety of the people." Nan Yanyao looked at him. At that time, he thought to himself, the policeman who could get himself into such a mess and go to the scene in person at the first time must not be a bad guy, but He still didn't say it in the end, probably because he was afraid that the other party would be proud.

After a pleasant meal, the dishes and chopsticks were put into the dishwasher, Chen Xing slumped on the sofa to thank the development of the machine, he turned on the TV and pressed the remote control in boredom.

But it seems that I haven't had this satisfying sense of boredom for a long time.

"Hello!" He called out to the owner who didn't know what he was doing in the kitchen and asked, "What do you usually do at home?"

"It's nothing, just listen to music, draw pictures, watch movies, play games, etc. Everyone seems to be similar." He poked his head out of the kitchen, showing a small furry head and asked, "Which one do you want, red wine or whiskey?"

"whisky."

Nan Yanyao held a bottle of wine in his right hand, pinched two square whiskey glasses with his slender fingers, a plate of freshly cut fruit in his left hand, and a bag of cornflakes in his little finger.

Putting all these things on the low table, he suddenly suggested, "Do you want me to teach you how to draw?"

"Okay!"

Holding a wine glass, he smiled and played a record, then sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and directed Chen Xing to set up the easel.

Chen Sheng also became interested. He has always been very curious about this art, and he tried it once or twice seriously, but he really didn't have any talent. Later, he realized that art was not in his life. The thing about cells.

Set up the easel, clip the drawing paper, and learn from the posture of holding the pen. First, draw some simple lines. Nan Yanyao demonstrates it easily, and a straight and light line crosses the paper when the pen is raised and lowered.And Chen Xing was trembling, a line was zigzagging intermittently, like a bug carrying all his belongings on a helpless big migration.

"No, you have to relax." Nan Yanyao put down the wine, probably drank two more sips, walked over with a blushing face, grabbed his right hand, and personally taught him from top to bottom: "Look at this Isn't it very simple?"

The body temperature of the other party came from the tightly clenched hands. Chen Xing's thoughts were no longer on the drawing paper. At this moment, he smiled and shook his head: "Sure enough, this kind of thing still depends on talent."

"Talent is only part of it. It doesn't have to be hard work. It's not that easy for us art students. Behind every art student there is at least one person's high-level drawing."

Chen Xing nodded half-understood, obviously he didn't have much talent in painting, but not necessarily in another.

Just like...

He threw the pencil away, held the hand that was still covering his right hand, turned around and brought the person into his arms, and sat on his lap, Nan Yanyao's face was blushing as if it was about to bleed, and he instinctively wanted to dodge But was held down.

The four eyes met, and the lights hitting the faces of the two of them at this moment seemed to be the witchcraft of some mysterious tribe, which made people unable to help being emotional.

He raised his head, clasped his hands behind his head, and slowly pulled into the distance, staring at his lips until they touched the softness.

A kiss exploded from my mind, the tip of my tongue shot out fireworks, and the scent of whiskey burned my nerves instantly, like invasion, like plunder, also like comfort, like protection.Emotions are like a pendulum, swinging from reason to madness and from madness back to reason.Chen Sheng was pulled by these two emotions and was about to be torn apart, half wanted to act recklessly, and half was afraid of hurting the other party.

Stretch your hands through the hem of the soft home clothes, feel the smoothness and delicateness of the skin, Nan Yanyao has a small frame, although it looks small, it feels surprisingly good in the hand.

The night outside the window was as dark as ink, and it was so silent that even the lights were stingy and noisy, as if everything was preparing for this moment, everything was waiting, looking forward to, this coming fierce battle.

But Chen Sheng didn't know that he would be wrong. A fierce battle was a fierce battle, but it didn't mean what he thought.

The cell phone rang sharply at the moment of intense love, and it was the piercing siren that made both of them wake up for three minutes. The brakes on the way made Chen Sheng even have reactionary thoughts. He could only let go of the boy in his arms temporarily. His wet eyes.

Grabbing the phone, he cursed angrily in his heart that it had better be something big, otherwise don't blame me for getting mad.

The phone was connected, and the voice of the boy was flustered and even crying.

"Chen...Officer Chen, Xu Zigui just sent me a message, he said..."

"help me"