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Leaving the detention center, it began to rain lightly.Xia Bingyang stood at the door, looked at the rainwater dripping down the eaves of the door, sighed for a long time, and said listlessly: "It's raining, after a heavy rain, all traces are gone."

Now Tang Ying couldn't understand what Xia Bingyang was doing or what she was saying. If Xia Bingyang didn't explain to her, she didn't ask much.At this time, she heard Xia Bingyang's inexplicable frustration, and she didn't think about it at all. She just glanced at Xia Bingyang's sideways face looking up at the sky, and then went to the nearby office to borrow an umbrella.When she came back after borrowing the umbrella, Xia Bingyang had already left the house one step ahead, walking towards the parking lot in the rain.

"Tang Chu, we... why are we here?"

After waiting in the car for two hours, the two staff members couldn't help complaining to Tang Ying in a low voice.

Tang Ying stood in front of the car holding an umbrella, ignored them, and looked at Xia Bingyang in the opposite parking lot.Xia Bingyang stood outside the driver's car door, pulled the door a few times before remembering to find the car key on his body, but before he found the car key, his cell phone rang.He took out his mobile phone with one free hand, looked at the caller ID and frowned, as if he didn't want to answer it, so he answered the phone and said 'poor signal', then hung up.

He took out the car keys from the inner pocket of his jacket, got into the car and slammed the door shut with a bang.

"Tang Chu, where is Captain Xia going? Shall we continue to follow him?"

Tang Ying frowned, and said to the colleague, "You talk a lot." After speaking, she walked towards Xia Bingyang's car with an umbrella and sat in the co-pilot.

Xia Bingyang drove Tang Ying back to the police station, and explained to Tang Ying in the office the case involving Yao Zichen and Jin Tao, and the relationship between the two of them.Of course, at this time, he ignored the intractable diseases left over from six years ago, and only mentioned two murder cases and one kidnapping case.Because he knew very well that Tang Ying couldn't help him.

Xia Bingyang sat on the edge of the table with his feet on the chair, lowered his head and smoked, revealing a sense of decadence and depression from inside to outside.

Tang Ying didn't understand why he was depressed, because Shao Tong was still alive, the diamond was recovered, and Jin Taohe admitted that he killed Jiang Zhinan and Wu Zheng.All the difficult cases backlogged in Xia Bingyang's hands were all solved, and they were broken beautifully.When she chatted with her colleagues in the morning, she also talked about the three serious cases that Xia Bingyang solved in a short period of time. This is not a small feat.Xia Bingyang can completely advance to the next level with this contribution.It is very likely that he will be on an equal footing with Dang Hao.

This was a rare opportunity for him, but Xia Bingyang didn't see the slightest joy. On the contrary, he was very depressed, like a defeated general.

Tang Ying smiled lightly: "This is a good thing, at least the case in your hand has been solved."

Xia Bingyang forced a smile: "The case from six years ago was only solved six years later. It was too late."

Tang Ying said: "Although the truth will be late, it will not be absent."

When Xia Bingyang heard the words, his eyebrows furrowed suddenly. He remembered the evidence that Yao Zichen had sent to his door, Yao Zichen's coercion with death, and Shao Yunfeng who had been hiding underwater so far...

Xia Bingyang said: "There is no truth."

Tang Ying was dissatisfied with this sentence, and said: "What has happened is the truth."

Xia Bingyang looked at her, took a puff of cigarette slowly: "You are talking about history."

Tang Ying said: "History is the truth."

Xia Bingyang smiled and said, "There is no history."

Tang Ying frowned at him for a moment, then turned her head and looked out the window, giving up talking to him and arguing with him.Xia Bingyang is always like this. He is too smart and often analyzes all problems too deeply and thoroughly. He doesn't believe in all the truths that have been surfaced. He always thinks that there is truth beneath the truth. To find out the real truth.In his eyes, the public security law must be very stupid, because the public security law only needs one murderer to be responsible for a crime. What they want is not the real truth, but the truth that can mend the torn legal cloak.

But Xia Bingyang is different, what he wants is the real truth.So he is doomed to work hard, and the people around him will be tired too.

Although Xia Bingyang is very gloomy now, he is used to observing words and expressions. Seeing Tang Ying frowning, his face was obviously a little impatient, so he jumped off the table and said, "It's okay, I'll take you down."

When he, Tang Ying and the people from the procuratorate went downstairs, they met Lang Xixi who was going upstairs. Lang Xixi looked at Tang Ying before saying, "Captain Xia, that—"

Xia Bingyang lit the cartoon character printed on Lang Xixi's casual jacket with half a cigarette held between his right fingers: "What kind of dog is this?"

Lang Xixi looked down at her clothes: "Snoopy."

"What kind of dog is the prototype?"

"...Dalmatians."

Xia Bingyang pondered for a moment, then said, "It's not like. Find out what breed of dog Snoopy is."

"Oh."

Xia Bingyang had just walked past her, stopped when she heard the words, turned around and flicked a finger on Lang Xixi's bang-covered forehead: "Oh? The leader sent you a task, and you just perfunctory?"

Lang Xixi stood up straight and said seriously, "Yes!"

Xia Bingyang patted the top of her head: "That's right."

Tang Ying, who was watching the two of them discussing a cartoon dog, looked at Xia Bingyang and Lang Xixi with incredible eyes, as if she was looking at two psychopaths.

On the way to send Tang Ying downstairs, Xia Bingyang asked loudly, biting a cigarette, "What kind of breed is Snoopy?"

The two people brought by Tang Ying glanced at Xia Bingyang, but remained silent.However, Xia Bingyang's accompanying subordinates seemed to be used to Xia Bingyang's nonchalant and leaping thinking and his coquettish and sharp topics, and expressed their opinions one by one.

"Black and white, husky."

"No, I think it's more like a bichon."

"Ears drooping like hounds."

"Small eyes, it's a Tibetan mastiff!"

Xia Bingyang gave a 'tsk', turned around and cursed: "Except for the small eyes, the fur on its whole body looks like a Tibetan mastiff? You also have small eyes, and your prototype is also a Tibetan mastiff?" He glanced at the three people headed by Tang Ying. A prosecutor, said: "Before speaking, think a few more times, don't let Tang Chu and the others see the joke."

The man said: "I made a mistake for Team Xia, it's not a Tibetan Mastiff, it's a Shar Pei!"

Xia Bingyang: "...This is reliable."

Tang Ying shook her head in her heart, walked a few steps quickly, and left behind those old men who were studying the prototype of cartoon dogs, looked outside inadvertently, and saw a man standing in the yard, wearing a navy blue toned suit, holding his hands holding an umbrella.

Tang Ying pushed open the glass door and defined Snoopy as a sharp-eyed detective who was a Shar-Pei. The second one found Ji Zheng, pointed at him and said, "Captain Xia, Shar-Pei, no, no, Doctor Ji!"

Xia Bingyang was reading the official information sent by Lang Xixi, and when he heard the word Doctor Ji, he subconsciously raised his head and looked forward, and immediately met Ji Zheng's gaze.Standing under the eaves of the door with the police badge hanging on it, Xia Bingyang stared at Ji Zheng through the curtain of water flowing from the eaves for a while, then suddenly rubbed the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the trash can, picked it up The mobile phone rushed into the rain curtain and trotted towards Ji Zheng.

Ji Zheng saw that he was drenched in the rain, so he took a few steps forward with an umbrella.

Xia Bingyang ran up to Ji Zheng, bent down and got under Ji Zheng's umbrella, because the space under the umbrella was small, so he stood very close to Ji Zheng.He ran in a hurry, panting heavily, while raising his sleeves to wipe the rain on his face.His sleeves were also wet, and he couldn't wipe them clean.Holding an umbrella with his left hand, Ji Zheng took out a few clean tissues from his suit pants pocket with his right hand, and gently wiped the water stains on Xia Bingyang's face.

When Ji Zheng was wiping his face, Xia Bingyang lowered his eyes and didn't look at him. After Ji Zheng stopped, he raised his eyes carefully to look at Ji Zheng's face, and finally met Ji Zheng's squinting gaze towards him, and then He turned his head like a thief.

Because there is no trash can by his side, Ji Zheng put the used tissue back into his pocket, and then took the umbrella in another hand. He inadvertently found that Xia Bingyang was looking at him sneakily, and when he found out, he hurriedly moved it away looked away.

Ji Zheng looked at him, with an indistinct smile on his lips, and felt that Xia Bingyang's hasty and nervous appearance was very cute.But he didn't know what Xia Bingyang was nervous about. He was so nervous that he didn't even dare to look at him, and he was even a little at a loss.

Xia Bingyang knew that Ji Zheng was looking at him, and indeed he felt nervous under Ji Zheng's gaze. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and then took them out, hugged his chest and put them down again, and finally put them stiffly into the pockets of his coat.After finishing this set of movements with a difficulty factor of [-], he suddenly felt embarrassed and ashamed of his current appearance, so he sighed dejectedly, took his hands out of his coat pockets, and slowly stretched out his hands to pinch Ji Zheng's suit jacket He still kept his head down and did not dare to look at Ji Zheng.

Ji Zheng didn't make a sound, waited for him to speak first, and waited for a while before he heard him call in a low voice: "Brother."

The corner of Ji Zheng's lips raised slightly, he couldn't help but want to laugh: "Huh?"

Xia Bingyang pinched the corner of his clothes, quickly raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his head: "Are you still angry with me?"

Ji Zheng was silent for a moment, and then suddenly realized that Xia Bingyang thought he still remembered their unhappy breakup last time.But Xia Bingyang worried too much, because he was never angry with Xia Bingyang from the beginning to the end.

He originally wanted to tell Xia Bingyang the truth, but seeing Xia Bingyang's apprehensive expression, he changed his mind temporarily.He didn't answer Xia Bingyang's question directly, but sighed in a low voice with ambiguity and meaning.In order to match the sigh, he deliberately showed a sad expression.

Sure enough, Xia Bingyang mistakenly thought that he was sad and disappointed, so he sighed.Xia Bingyang took another step in front of Ji Zheng, squeezed the corner of Ji Zheng's clothes tighter, and stammered: "I, actually, I didn't mean that... I didn't mean to blame you, I No...I'm not throwing my temper at you, I was very anxious at the time, so I couldn't speak...I couldn't speak my mind. I just want to stay with you for a while, who made you go in such a hurry. "

Ji Zheng was amused, and thought to himself, isn't Xia Bingyang admitting his mistake?How come you recognize it and become his again?

After Xia Bingyang finished speaking, he looked at him again, and saw that the light in his eyes was still gentle and sad.Panicked in my heart, I said anxiously: "Don't, don't be like this, I know I did something wrong, can you say something?"

As he wished, Ji Zheng spoke: "What else?"

Xia Bingyang: "...huh?"

Ji Zheng said: "Didn't you say that you did something wrong? What else?"

When Xia Bingyang heard it, he began to think seriously, lowered his head and reflected for a while, looked at Ji Zheng and said tentatively: "Always tease you and urge you to do things with me?"

The corners of Ji Zheng's lips twitched, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and said solemnly: "This doesn't count."

Xia Bingyang thought for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more courageous he became, and finally he even looked at Ji Zheng with some confidence and said, "Then it's gone."

Ji Zheng admired his self-confidence, but he couldn't see it, so he asked seriously: "Is it really gone?"

Xia Bingyang looked at him suspiciously: "What else? Just remind me."

Ji Zheng knew that Xia Bingyang's confused head gradually became clear, and he began to fight back.But Ji Zheng has a way to confuse him again.

Ji Zheng put his umbrella horizontally to cover him and Xia Bingyang, blocking the sight of people around him, raised his hand in the light rain to caress Xia Bingyang's face, and said in a low voice: "You apologize to me to calm me down. ,Is it right?"

Xia Bingyang didn't realize that Ji Zheng had changed the subject, and brought him back to the beginning of the topic, and gave him a purpose that he didn't presuppose.

He looked at Ji Zheng in a daze, and asked in a daze, "Then have you calmed down?"

Ji Zheng used his fingers to remove the drops of water dripping down his chin, and asked with a low smile, "Did you do anything to calm me down?"

Xia Bingyang looked at his rain-soaked face that looked like it was painted with a layer of cold and greasy white glaze, his eyes followed the moist and gentle floating light in his eyes, and he had basically lost his ability to think, his head was spinning dizzily: "Do you think What do you want me to do?"

Ji Zheng said: "You need to think about this question yourself."

After speaking, he put up the umbrella to cover the rain again, and smiled at Xia Bingyang: "Don't worry, just think about it slowly. I'll wait for you in the car."

He took out the car key from Xia Bingyang's coat pocket, put the umbrella into Xia Bingyang's hand, found Xia Bingyang's car in the parking lot, opened the door and sat in the co-pilot.

Sitting in the car, he saw Xia Bingyang standing there holding an umbrella for a while, and then walked towards the black sleeping car opposite with the word 'Prosecutor' printed on it.Xia Bingyang stood outside the car door, bent over while leaning on the roof of the car, talking to Tang Ying who was sitting in the driver's seat.

Looking at it from Ji Zheng's perspective, he happened to be facing Tang Ying, and they could see each other through the transparent windshield at any time.Both Tang Ying and Xia Bingyang looked in his direction from time to time.

The clothes on Ji Zheng's body were almost soaked, and the cold compress was very uncomfortable on the skin.He took off his wet suit jacket and threw it into the back seat. When he unbuttoned his shirt, he saw an oil painting wrapped in waterproof kraft paper on the driver's seat.In his impression, Xia Bingyang didn't like painting, so the oil painting in Xia Bingyang's car surprised him a bit.The oil painting is wrapped in kraft paper, so you can't see what is painted inside, you can only see some colors from the corners.

Ji Zheng looked at it for a while, then looked away at Xia Bingyang, Xia Bingyang was still talking to Tang Ying, the two of them were very close, as if they were sharing some secret.Ji Zheng looked at them blankly for a while, feeling a little uncomfortable, and felt that it would be better to look at the tightly wrapped oil painting.

The painting seemed to be in harmony with him, and it suddenly fell from the bridge, and Ji Zheng caught it in time to prevent it from falling to the ground.But the kraft paper wrapping the oil painting collapsed, revealing the true colors of the oil painting.

Now, even if Ji Zheng didn't want to see no evil, he had no choice but to do so.And when he saw the painting for the first time, he was firmly attracted, because in the painting is a dense and beautiful dove tree, the dark green dove tree with heavy ink, growing in the blue sky Under the sky, there is no cloud in the blue sky, only pieces of golden sunlight sprinkled down, and golden mist appeared on the dark green branches and leaves of the Davidia involucrata tree.

Ten minutes later, Ji Zheng heard the driver's door being opened, and Xia Bingyang got into the car.He looked down at the oil painting and asked with a faint smile, "Are you done talking?"

Xia Bingyang stretched in the carriage: "The chat is over, and I finally sent the person away."

He casually picked up the lighter and cigarette case on the bridge, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and glanced at the painting in Ji Zheng's hand when lighting it up: "That's the painting that Dongzi brought back from the frame shop."

Ji Zheng: "Your painting?"

Xia Bingyang crawled on the steering wheel with his left arm pillowed, biting his cigarette and said inarticulately: "Liang Xiaotong's painting."

Ji Zheng slowly turned his head to look at him: "Liang Xiaotong?"

Xia Bingyang said: "I saw a painting in his bedroom, and there was another painting before that painting. I asked him, but he said that the painting was always hanging. He is lying, I think After finding out why he lied, I sent someone to take the painting back from the frame shop. What is the painting? Is it a Davidia involucrata tree?"

Ji Zheng stretched out his hand and scratched across the rich paper surface of the blue and green trees in the sky: "Well, it's a Davidia involucrata tree."

Xia Bingyang pinched the corners of his eyes with a headache: "Dove tree...what the hell does it mean?"

Ji Zheng pondered for a moment, and said: "I remember you told me that Yao Zichen published a comic book?"

Xia Bingyang opened the car drawer, found a book and handed it to Ji Zheng: "This is it."

Ji Zheng took it, and saw the title of the book on the cover at first glance: "Dear Indus Tree?" His heart sank, and he vaguely guessed something. He opened the book and read a few pages casually. The more he read, the more certain his guess was. .

A few minutes later, he closed the book, looked at Xia Bingyang very seriously and said, "Bing Yang, the author of this comic is not Yao Zichen."

Xia Bingyang bit his cigarette and sneered: "I know, it was painted by the genuine Yao Zichen, and it was later published by the counterfeit Yao Zichen."

Ji Zheng took a deep breath and said, "It's not Yao Zichen, it's Wu Zheng."

Xia Bingyang was startled: "Wu Zheng?"

Ji Zheng nodded: "I've seen the original manuscript of this comic, and it was indeed drawn by Wu Zheng." Then, he erected the oil painting, facing Xia Bingyang, and said: "Wu Zheng's original comic did not draw A child with autism, but a teenager suffering from depression. The title of the book is not 'Dear Plane Tree', but 'Dear Dove Tree'."

Xia Bingyang's eyes suddenly sank, as if sinking into the deep sea: "Liang Xiaotong suffered from depression when he was a teenager."

Dear Davidia involucrata, dear Liang Xiaotong...

Xia Bingyang seems to have seen the scene of seeing Liang Xiaotong for the first time in the mountains again - he stood under the Davidia involucrata tree, looking up at the branches and leaves climbing to the sky and the white pigeons looking at the sky, like another Davidia involucrata tree Tree.