A gentleman is not a group

Zhou Chi took a sip of his wine, looked up at the always shining moon in the sky, and said to himself, "Didn't you ask me what my name was before?"

"Ah?" Xie Jianmian looked at him in surprise, feeling that the turn was a bit fast, so he didn't react for a while.

Zhou Chi still didn't move, just said quietly: "Guanxu, my name used to be Zhou Guanxu."

"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

"Do you think I'm useless?" Zhou Chi didn't know why he said this to Xie Jianmian, he had been haunted by boredom for a whole day, and he desperately wanted to find someone to talk to.

But the man seemed to be thanking Jianmian again, "Many days have passed, except for digging out the corpses one by one, there is no progress at all. I haven't found out who the murderer is or what he wants to do. Even the strange doctor I didn't find any shadow of him." After Zhou Chi finished speaking, he took another sip of his wine.

he's drunk.After listening to Zhou Chi's words, Xie Jianmian's first thought was this. Zhou Chi in a fully awake state would never say such a thing. He restrained himself so much that no trace could be seen from the surface. He wrapped himself in In the impenetrable wall, the exposed part is extremely hard.

Xie Jianmian believed without hesitation that Zhou Chi's fragility had only been shown in front of him, and only he had seen that extremely powerful house arrester trembling and helpless like a child.

He thinks Zhou Chi, who is still drunk, is cute, at least more frank.

This opportunity is once in a lifetime, and if I miss it, I don’t know what year and month it will be, so Xie Jianmian made no secret of his desire to understand Zhou Chi’s thoughts: "It’s not just because of this, I don’t believe that such a case can make you so decadent , The Zhou Butou I know can handle a lot more than this."

Zhou Chi laughed suddenly, it sounded abruptly, and then disappeared immediately: "Don't use aggressive methods against me, I won't take this kind of trick."

It seems that he was not drunk enough, and he could tell that he used the aggressive method.

"Then which set do you eat?"

Zhou Chi smiled again, his voice trembling: "Please..."

Xie Jianmian stood up "teng" and turned around without hesitation: "No, since you don't want to say it, then forget it."

"Can't you be a little patient?" Zhou Chi grabbed him, and accidentally knocked over a wine bottle with his sleeve during the movement. The bottle rolled down the eaves and shattered on the ground with a thud, "You don't care if I'm so uncomfortable. I."

Xie Jianmian has a bit of a headache. When others are drunk, they either sleep or play crazy. Zhou Butou is really cryptic when he is drunk.

He couldn't stand Zhou Catcher's rare show of weakness, sat back down again, raised his hand to touch Zhou Chi's head, like comforting an insecure little animal: "Say it, I'll listen."

"You're right, I'm not just here for today's business." Zhou Chi stopped smiling, and he just sat on the roof, with the cold moonlight shining on him, separating the two worlds, "It's just this powerless The feeling reminded me of something else, something else that had been going on for years."

Xie Jianmian understood a little from his cryptic words, and asked tentatively, "Is it about the Zhou family?"

"Yeah." Zhou Chi's voice was light and light, and he seemed a little dissociated in the night, "For so many years, I have never dared to tell others that I am the poor young son of the Zhou family they said, who died overnight. The only survivor of the Zhou family turned into ashes."

Xie Jianmian looked at him intently, even though the eyes that concealed the pain did not meet him as usual: "Then why did you tell me?"

"I don't know, I don't know." Zhou Chi shook his head, his eyes were dazed, and he was really not sober, "I just feel like talking suddenly."

Xie Jianmian was still looking at him, taking into account even the subtle changes in his face, and guiding him step by step: "What happened back then? Why didn't you tell others?"

At this moment, Zhou Chi was like a marionette, the rope that controlled him was held in Xie Jianmian's hands. He followed the questioner without thinking, and opened a gap in his tight heart. There was a throbbing pain in my heart, but it was very real.

"You must have heard that when I was eight years old, everything was fine, but after that night, I had nothing.

I know a lot of people are guessing, and telling stories, and they're telling a lot of different stories, for all kinds of reasons, but I can't tell which one is true. "

Zhou Zhi laughed at himself, and continued: "Because I don't know why the whole house died in that boundless fire. It was my mother who hid me that night. Really cowardly, I could only listen to the desperate crying outside all night.

But I didn't dare to come out, I didn't even have the courage to come out and have a look at the murderer.So you see, retribution has come, and more than ten years have passed, but I don't even know who my own enemy is. "

Xie Jianmian was a little strange. It stands to reason that with such a big family as the Zhou family and such a big case of extermination, how could there be no movement from the government office, so he asked, "Did the government office not investigate?"

"I checked. Of course I checked." Zhou Chi said hollowly, "This incident caused a sensation in the entire Jinzhou City at that time. Helped the man in black night clothes to move all the valuables of the Zhou family, and then disappeared without a trace. In the end, the only result was that the Zhou family tree was very popular, and the thief killed people for money. This case has become a case since then. There are unsolved cases, and there are also people in Jinzhou who talk about it after dinner."

"What about you, have you checked yourself?"

"I also checked. But it was a long time later. I was too young when the incident happened. I had neither the ability nor the means. I didn't even have a person who could talk. Until these few years, I entered the government office and accumulated a lot of money. It was only after some connections that I began to slowly get in touch with that incident back then."

Zhou Chi looked down at the shadows reflected on the roof, and felt that they were like dark holes, pulling people in. "You can guess, but I still haven't found anything."

Zhou Chi stretched out his legs and stepped on the shadow a few times irritably. Seeing that the dark thing was not affected at all, he snorted depressingly.

In Xie Jianmian's eyes, these actions only made him feel that the person in front of him was childish and cute, and he wanted to make fun of it.

But those muffled words just now made him feel distressed and unable to speak. The drunk Zhou Chi was so frank that he had the illusion that he was very close to Zhou Chi.

He also finally realized that he seemed to understand why Zhou Chi was so sad: "Are you blaming yourself for this?"

"I don't have the face to blame myself." Zhou Chi buried his face in his palms, his voice sounded muffled through the cracks, just like his mood today, "So many lives are looking at me, not only have I failed to help them recover To be fair, I'm still complaining about myself and drinking away my sorrows, how can I have the face."

"Then why didn't you ask anyone else for help?"

Zhou Chi was obviously stunned for a moment, as if this question had touched the most fragile part of his heart, he was silent for a long time, until Xie Jianmian thought he had fallen asleep, then tremblingly said: "Because... I dare not..."

"Don't you dare?"

"Yeah, I don't dare. I don't know who the murderer is, how powerful they are, and whether they came here purely for money or some other kind of hatred. I'm afraid that they will find out that there was someone who slipped through the net that day." Yu, it turns out that the young master of the Zhou family not only did not die, but also became the head of the government government. He swaggered and dealt with all kinds of people every day. I was afraid that if they found out, they would come to seek revenge on me, so that I would not even have the live head that I stole. "

Zhou Chi said it harshly, and he didn't show any mercy just because the person he slandered was himself.

But Xie Jianmian knew that he was punishing himself in this way. He forcibly pulled the pain onto himself, and made the memory unable to retreat through the pain, even if he was tortured.

"It was like that night 17 years ago, and it's still like this now. Because of my cowardice, I was greedy for life and afraid of death. I didn't dare to climb out to see the executioner's appearance, and I didn't dare to expose this matter to the sky. I could only let it go. Forgotten by the world, the prefect of Jinzhou has changed two, no one will contribute to the events of the year, just because I am afraid of death, the people of the Zhou family died in vain."

Zhou Chi's voice became lower and lower. Although there was no sign of choking, Xie Jianmian knew that he was crying.

But how could it be his fault? Even if an eight-year-old child stepped forward, it would be of no use except to die in vain. For so many years, Zhou Zhi kept silent.

But he must have put a lot of effort behind it, and then he was disappointed again and again. Every time he was disappointed, he deepened his guilt. Over time, these guilt imposed by himself became a mountain, pressing on this young man.

He needs a vent too much, otherwise he will go crazy one day sooner or later.

Xie Jianmian didn't know how much Zhou Chi had tried to shape himself into such a strong and unruly appearance. No one could see what he was carrying, and only when he was drunk could he reveal a clue, and only Xie Jianmian knew.

He patted Zhou Chi on the back, as if he saw the child who lost everything standing in front of the ruins 17 years ago: "Don't say that about yourself, I know you are not greedy for life and afraid of death, you want to find out the truth too much, so let alone Keep yourself busy.

Because once you have an accident, no one will really remember the sea of ​​fire that year.You allow yourself to live well, which is the greatest respect for the dead. "

Zhou Zhi's disdainful voice came: "You know?"

Not only was Xie Jianmian not angry, but his clapping hands were even softer, and even his voice was unbelievably gentle: "I just know."

Zhou Chi finally removed his face from his palms. At this time, there were no tears on his face at all, only the lingering redness at the end of his eyes revealed the fact that this man had just cried. He raised his head to meet Xie Jianmian's gaze, serious and sincere.

A gust of wind blows, the fragrance of wine is scattered, and a heart seems to be drunk, soft and intoxicated.

After a long time, Zhou Chi said thank you very lightly, so lightly that Xie Jianmian thought it was his own illusion.