Nowhere near it

Zhou Wei really wanted to meet You Yi right away.

It seemed like he was thinking more than any other moment before, especially when he was uncovering the scars he didn't want to be known in front of him.

Zhou Wei first went to You Yi's house. It was too easy to pick the locks in the old town. Zhou Wei opened the door of You Yi's house almost without such complicated means.There was no one in his house, and it hadn't changed at all from when he came here. It was a mess, no one had been there, let alone tidy it up, it looked like it had been turned over completely.

Yan Ye was standing behind Zhou Wei. He didn't know what happened before, so he stepped into the room in confusion.

"It's my first time here. I didn't come in at the door last time. It turns out that Uncle Ma's son lived in such a down-to-earth way that he didn't even want to change the floor. I only saw this at my grandfather's house." Yan Ye said high-grade Stepping on the cheap floor with his leather shoes, he scratched his face helplessly and said, "What happened here?"

"Someone came here to look for things." Zhou Wei, who confirmed that there was no one in each room and that the owner had never returned, came out and said, "But You Yi said that he didn't lack anything."

Yan Ye smiled.

"He's the kind of person who won't say anything unless you throw the evidence in his face." Yan Ye commented, "Be determined."

Zhou Wei glanced at Yan Ye dissatisfied, and said, "I'll find someone to clean up this place later."

Yan Ye sighed that what he just said was superfluous.

He felt that Zhou Wei's attitude towards You Yi was a bit strange.

There is no one at home, so Zhou Wei can only choose to go to You Yi's company, but the company does not have him.

During the period, I called You Yi's mobile phone, and the voice reminded the other party to turn off the mobile phone.

Zhou Wei sat in the car with some frustration and sighed.

Zhou Wei felt very uneasy that this kind of emotion that was about to come out could not be vented.

There was an injury on his shoulder, and Zhou Wei didn't care about it. He endured the pain and lit a cigarette, which was the brand You Yi often smoked. The smoke entered the cavity and chest cavity with his breath. The dullness in his chest was not relieved, but became more depressed uncomfortable.Zhou Wei called this feeling self-inflicted.

He suddenly began to feel that he was not himself.

Something is going off track.

Zhou Wei thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to Uncle Ma's first."

Yan Ye looked at Zhou Wei in the rearview mirror, and said, "Tell me, where else can You Yi go besides these two places?"

Taking a deep breath of his cigarette, Zhou Wei looked at the backed street corner outside the car window, and said, "I can't think of anything other than finding the person who stole his things in his hurry to leave."

Yan Ye was stunned, and gossiped: "What happened to you guys, I've never seen you like this before."

Zhou Wei glanced at Yan Ye coldly, but did not answer.

This remark was a bit over the top, Yan Ye himself felt it, and quickly changed the subject: "Then what do you think he was stolen?"

Zhou Wei still didn't say a word.

Well, Yan Ye felt that he should just shut up and drive.

Zhou Wei blew out a long smoke ring. In fact, he guessed early in the morning that it was impossible for You Yi to have lost something. The house had been turned into that. If he didn’t find something, the other party would not give up. It’s just that You Yi’s mouth is too hard. He refused to say a word.As for the lost things, Zhou Wei guessed that [-]% of them were You Yi's collection books.The mindless hiding method, and besides the account book, You Yi really has nothing valuable on him except his life, so the stolen thing is likely to be this.

When will you be able to speak your mind honestly?

Zhou Wei touched the still painful gunshot wound on his shoulder, and shook his head helplessly.

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When the car stopped in front of Uncle Ma's house, snowflakes suddenly fell outside.

Zhou Wei opened the car door and walked down, looking up at the snowflakes falling from the sky.

The day his mother committed suicide by jumping off a building was also a snowy day.

The pure white and thick snow was stained red by mother's warm blood. It melted and re-frozen, and solidified on the ground. Even the asphalt road was dyed red, which was dazzling.

Uncle Ma's house was brightly lit, and almost every room was lit, which was a bit dazzling.

Zhou Wei straightened his collar and walked in.

Uncle Ma is doing Tai Chi in the yard wearing thermal underwear. It looks like he has been doing Tai Chi for a while, his cheeks are flushed with health after exercise, and there are little beads of sweat on his forehead.

There were two people standing beside him, Mo Yao and his wife.

Mo Yao's clothes are very good, he looks elegant and gentle, he is a good-tempered gentleman of the Gu family in front of his wife, and a filial son in front of Uncle Ma, he can hardly pick out any shortcomings, but such a person, really It made Zhou Wei feel disgusted, full of sanctity, what he did seemed to be reasonable and understandable, but it made people retch.

"Zhou Wei is here?"

Uncle Ma stopped what he was doing, and greeted him kindly: "I called you here so late, didn't I disturb you young people?"

"I was afraid of disturbing your rest." Zhou Wei replied politely.

He couldn't help but look at Mo Yao behind Uncle Ma.

Uncle Ma followed Zhou Wei's gaze and looked behind him, as if he had noticed something.

He patted Zhou Wei on the shoulder, called him aside, and said with a smile: "The boss wants to open a branch in Huandao, and I'm helping him choose a site. After we finish talking, you can also help him. He has been working for many years. He is no longer in China, and he doesn’t know much about the form of land.”

Zhou Wei smiled and nodded.

Uncle Ma looked at Zhou Wei with satisfaction.

Zhou Wei did have certain similarities with Mo Yao.

Uncle Ma likes this resemblance.

"Don't worry about what happened a few days ago." Uncle Ma said with a gentle smile, "I'm old and always too cautious. Let Song Xin do that for peace of mind."

Zhou Wei shook his head and smiled, "I understand what Uncle Ma means, it doesn't matter."

"It's good to understand, you are a smart person, I don't need to go around with you." Uncle Ma smiled, walked a little farther along the flower bed in the yard, and said: "I called you here today because I have something to ask you, Lin Sen's Is something on the horizon?"

"He disappeared for too long, and it will take some time to find out." Zhou Wei thought for a while, and said, "Except for seeing him around the island for a few months, no one has seen him again. I still need some time."

Uncle Ma nodded.

"It's not that I wanted to see him so much that I asked you to find him." He smiled and said, "You don't need to meet people, it's okay to see corpses, they are all old friends."

Zhou Wei said: "I know what to do."

It doesn't take much brains to talk to smart people. Uncle Ma likes people like Zhou Wei.

While speaking, Mo Yao came out of the villa carrying Uncle Ma's calming soup.

"Dad." He said, "You should take your medicine."

Uncle Ma nodded, smiled, and took the delicate cup from Mo Yao's hand.

The temperature is right.

"It's already been aired." Mo Yao smiled and said, "It's cold outside at night, you go in and put on some clothes first."

The son's concern was very applicable to Uncle Ma, he stopped talking, drank the medicine in his hand, and walked back indoors with a smile on his face.

Only Mo Yao and Zhou Wei are left in the small garden. The older people all have unique preferences for vegetation, and Uncle Ma is no exception. A small half of the well-decorated gardens at the door are taken care of by himself. It's really limited, Zhou Wei can't see any other artistic forms besides flowering.

"Are you injured?" Mo Yao looked at Zhou Wei's shoulder and smiled, "Since you entered the door, your right shoulder has barely moved."

Zhou Wei didn't speak, but lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

In fact, you shouldn't smoke in Uncle Ma's house.

But Zhou Wei still did it.

He did it on purpose.

Mo Yao did indeed see the brand of his cigarettes.

"You Yi also likes this brand of cigarettes very much." Mo Yao said, "Did he also cause the injury on your shoulder?"

Zhou Wei turned his head to look at this dignified elder brother, and said with a polite smile, "What do you want to say."

"It's nothing." Mo Yao shook his head and said: "I remember that before going abroad, You Yi never smoked. When I came back occasionally, I felt that he was changing every time, and he became less and less like he used to be. Almost forgot who he was before."

Zhou Wei suddenly laughed.

He looked down at the gravel road under his feet, and looked at Mo Yao.

"Then why do you think he changed?"

Mo Yao was fiddling with the ceramic cup that Uncle Ma had just used up in his hand.

"What do you know." He said, "Did You Yi tell you?"

Zhou Wei smiled and said: "Although I didn't know him before, and I don't know what he was like before, but I like him very much now. The You Yi you know enough may only exist in your memory, don't take him from before. To judge him by the standard, not only he has changed, but you have changed too, it is not fair to him if you judge him like this.”

Mo Yao stared at Zhou Wei for a moment.

"I don't know what you know." He said, "But I want to tell you that I only made one correct choice. If it were you, you would do the same. Thinking is everyone's instinct, I can't do it, and you can't do it either."

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Happy New Year everyone!