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"Two 10 minutes? Okay, I'll go there now. Well, see you later."

Xia Bingyang stood on the side of the road talking on the phone, agreed with the other party on the time and place to meet, then hung up the phone, opened the door and got into the off-road vehicle parked on the side of the road.

Ji Zheng was still reading the book 'Dear Indus Tree', when he saw Xia Bingyang returned to the car, he turned the pages and asked, "Where is he?"

Xia Bingyang drove on the road: "At home."

"Aren't you going to work today?"

"He's on leave."

Ji Zheng stopped asking, turned the book forward, and turned to the title page with a photo printed on it. That photo was the original manuscript of this comic, just like the original manuscript he had seen in Wu Zheng's rented studio. Sky blue cover, title written in black marker.At this time, a word in the title of the original manuscript in the photo was covered by stains, it was Wu Zheng's blood.

Xia Bingyang glanced at the album in his hand, curled his lips, and said with a bit of self-mockery: "Sycamore tree, Davidia involucrata tree, Liang Xiaotong... I didn't expect it."

Ji Zheng touched the stain on the photo, as if he wanted to erase the sauce-brown blood that had been covered by ink, so as to reveal the real name of the sketch: "Don't blame you, blame me."

Xia Bingyang looked at him suspiciously: "Blame you? Brother, why did you say that?"

Ji Zheng lowered his eyes, and there was a trace of guilt in his eyes: "Did you see the stain on the drawing? It covered the word '珙' of Davidia involucrata tree, but you didn't know, you saw this stains, you will only think that what it covers is the word '木' of the sycamore tree."

Xia Bingyang said: "Susie deliberately covered up that word."

Ji Zheng said, "It's not Susie, it's me."

Xia Bingyang was surprised: "You? What's going on?"

Ji Zheng closed the book, put his left hand weakly on the cover, and said, "I saw the original manuscript on the night Wu Zheng died. The name of the original manuscript was 'Dear Davidia involucrata'. Blood was stained on the cover, and the drop of blood covered the word '珙' of Davidia involucrata. Later, Susie got the drawing, but the title of the book on the cover of the drawing could not be read clearly, and she didn't know that the real name was the plane tree. It’s still the Davidia involucrata tree. She took the drawing as her own and published it as Dear Indus Tree. If the name of the original manuscript you see now is ‘Dear Dove Tree’ instead of ‘Dear Indus Tree’, maybe You can quickly find out the relationship between Liang Xiaotong and this comic. You can suspect that the author of the comic is not Yao Zichen..."

He was right. The relationship between Liang Xiaotong and this comic is like the first card of a domino. When this card is pushed down, the evil and truth hidden on the back of the other dominoes will be triggered one after another.

Although Ji Zheng's analysis was correct, Xia Bingyang didn't agree. He interrupted Ji Zheng: "You are wrong. You are just a participant who was forced to get involved in this case, and so am I. We don't know that we are alone. What kind of consequences will be caused by accidental actions, not to mention that you are unintentional. No matter what consequences your actions cause, you cannot take responsibility on yourself, because you are passive and unintentional."

Ji Zheng smiled and said: "But I did destroy very important physical evidence."

Xia Bingyang said: "No, none of us know what is evidence and what is not. Wu Zheng's manuscript did not become physical evidence because you accidentally dripped a drop of blood. Until now, we have checked Yao Zichen's real identity and Wu Zheng's. The real relationship with Liang Xiaotong, it becomes physical evidence. You can’t predict the impact of this matter many years before you do something. So you can’t just because something you did triggered a series of possibilities. It's not fair to you to take the responsibility onto yourself."

Ji Zheng smiled and asked: "Are you comforting me, or enlightening me?"

At the intersection ahead, there was a long queue of vehicles in front of the red light. Xia Bingyang parked the car at the end of the convoy, leaned on the steering wheel and asked Ji Zheng with a smile, "Did I succeed?"

At this time, the sky cleared up, the sun slanted westward after the rain, and just sank outside the window of the car. The golden sunlight formed strips of gold along the outline of Xia Bingyang's face, casting faint shadows. Xia Bingyang smiled in the golden light and shadow .

Ji Zheng looked at him, stretched out his hand to touch his face, his voice suddenly became much lower: "Do you smile like this to everyone?"

The temperature of Ji Zheng's palm is very light, slightly cool, but very warm. Xia Bingyang likes the way he caresses very much, very intimate and gentle.He rubbed his face against Ji Zheng's palm a few times: "Of course, I can't cover anyone's eyes."

Ji Zheng looked at him darkly: "Are you smiling like this at Tang Ying?"

Xia Bingyang was stunned for a moment, looking very surprised: "What did you say?"

Ji Zheng withdrew his hand, lowered the car window to let the evening wind blow in, and said, "It's nothing."

Xia Bingyang stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Brother, are you jealous?"

Ji Zheng looked out the window without looking back, and smiled lightly: "Is it obvious?"

In Xia Bingyang's impression, Ji Zheng has always been calm and indifferent, calm and self-sufficient, far more mature than him, and Ji Zheng has more emotional experience than him, so he will handle emotional matters rationally and calmly.Ji Zheng is more mature than the average mature man, and he has a tolerant and tolerant side in his character, so he always felt that Ji Zheng would not do stupid things that young people like him would do.For example, care about the other party's previous relationship, jealous of the other party's previous partner, and so on.

Xia Bingyang only knew that he had been jealous for Ji Zheng, but he didn't expect that Ji Zheng would also be jealous for him. He was surprised and very happy.He unbuckled his seat belt and leaned towards the co-pilot, hugged Ji Zheng's arm, and tried hard to see Ji Zheng's face turned out of the car: "She used to be my girlfriend, of course I have to smile at her. I'm so handsome , you can smile nicely at anyone, don’t you think so? Brother?”

Ji Zheng heard that Xia Bingyang was provoking him on purpose, which seemed like a provocation.He turned his head slowly, looked at Xia Bingyang's face in front of him, and calmly said: "This is the second thing."

Xia Bingyang wondered: "What's the second thing?"

Ji Zheng chuckled: "What you did made me angry."

Ji Zheng looked at him with deep and gentle eyes, but Ji Zheng's smile revealed a bit of malice and conspiracy.Seeing him like this, Xia Bingyang's heart was beating wildly, as if seeing him and Ji Zheng in the hotel, Ji Zheng forcefully and vigorously pressed him on the bed, his face was calm, but his eyes were fiery.

He was still in a daze, when Ji Zheng suddenly raised his index finger and tapped the tip of his nose, saying: "The light is green."

Xia Bingyang sat back slowly and drove honestly, not daring to provoke Ji Zheng for a long time.

Arriving at the community where Liang Xiaotong lived, Xia Bingyang parked the car under the apartment building, got out of the car and was about to enter the building, when the car door rang again, Ji Zheng chased after him, and said, "I'll go up with you."

Xia Bingyang hurriedly took two steps to distance himself from him, then turned to him and said, "Stay away from me."

Ji Zheng was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Xia Bingyang held his heart that was still numb due to the strong impact, and said, "My heart can't take it."

He walked into the elevator and saw Ji Zheng stopped outside the elevator door, he quickly blocked the elevator door: "Come in."

Ji Zheng said with a smile: "Didn't Officer Xia's heart be overwhelmed, so let me stay away from you?"

Xia Bingyang stared at him and stood quietly for a while, then suddenly took Ji Zheng's hand and dragged Ji Zheng into the elevator, and pressed the floor button hard: "You want to kill me, you!"

Arriving outside Liang Xiaotong's house, Xia Bingyang rang the doorbell without letting go, and Ji Zheng could hear the uninterrupted ringing of the bell through the door.Ji Zheng felt noisy standing outside the door, so he took Xia Bingyang's hand off the doorbell.As soon as the doorbell stopped, the door opened. Liang Xiaotong stood inside the door wearing a knitted coat, and said with an apologetic smile, "Please come in."

Seeing Liang Xiaotong, Xia Bingyang knew why he didn't go to work in the company today.Liang Xiaotong fell ill, and his fair complexion now turned an unnatural light red, which seemed to be the color of a fever, and the redness spread from the base of his ears to his neck.He looked listless because of his illness, his eyes were watery, and he looked more like drunk.

"It's a bit of a mess at home... just sit down, please."

Liang Xiaotong pointed to the clean and tidy sofa, put away the pile of documents on the coffee table and put them on the glass compartment below, it can be seen that he was still dealing with business while sick.

Xia Bingyang and Ji Zheng sat down on the sofa. Xia Bingyang saw the opened antipyretics and anti-inflammatory medicines on the coffee table and asked, "Do you have a fever?"

Liang Xiaotong tightened his sweater jacket and said with a smile: "It may be because the temperature has dropped in the past two days. I suddenly started to have a fever last night. Does it smell like medicine? I opened the window."

He turned to open the window, Xia Bingyang looked at his back standing beside the bed and drew the curtains and said, "Don't be too busy, come and sit down."

"It's okay, what do you drink? Is the coffee from last time okay?"

He opened the curtains and entered the kitchen non-stop. Xia Bingyang saw his wrists shaking when he took the coffee pot from the refrigerator.Ji Zheng suddenly got up and went to the kitchen, took the coffee pot from him, and said, "I'll come. Where is the cup?"

Liang Xiaotong exited the kitchen and said, "There are clean cups in the cabinet below."

Ji Zheng poured two cups of coffee and a cup of hot water and brought them to the coffee table in the living room. Liang Xiaotong sat down on the sofa after the tea for the guests was poured.

Xia Bingyang chatted with him for a few words, then put the oil painting re-wrapped in kraft paper on the coffee table, and said, "I'm here today to return this to you."

Liang Xiaotong was indeed ill, his consciousness of illness was a little bit broken, and he had difficulty concentrating, so that he didn't see the painting that Xia Bingyang held under his arm when he entered the door. Now that Xia Bingyang put the painting in front of him, he still realized it was a little later. a picture.The painting was wrapped in kraft paper, and the inside could not be seen, but Liang Xiaotong seemed to have guessed what was inside. He looked at the painting with a blank expression, looking a little dull and dull.

Xia Bingyang looked at him for a moment, tore off the kraft paper, revealing the clear sky and green trees on the painting, pointed to the signature and log in the lower right corner, and said, "August 2007, 8, Wu Zheng. Is this Wu Zheng's painting?"

Liang Xiaotong stared at the painting for a long time, then suddenly woke up and looked up at Xia Bingyang, and squeezed out a stiff smile: "Yes, it is... Wu Zheng's painting."

It was very difficult for him to say Wu Zheng's name. It seemed that these two words carried too much weight and had been in his heart for too long, so it was difficult to take them out of his heart and say them out of his mouth.

Xia Bingyang asked: "Wu Zheng gave it to you?"

Liang Xiaotong lowered his head, holding the hot tea that Ji Zheng poured for him as if warming himself: "Yes."

"In [-], how old are you?"

"21 is old."

"Where's Wu Zheng?"

"26, he is five years older than me."

Xia Bingyang asked the information he already knew: "Are you neighbors?"

Liang Xiaotong also seemed to have forgotten that Xia Bingyang had asked him these questions earlier, and he still answered every question: "Well, he lives upstairs from our house."

"...did you get depressed when you were 14?"

Liang Xiaotong glanced at him before saying, "Yes."

As if chatting with him, Xia Bingyang asked with a smile: "This kind of disease is not easy to recover, how did you get out of it?"

Liang Xiaotong lowered his head again, holding the cup tightly with both hands, the hot air from the cup hit his face, he closed his eyes for a moment, and then said: "Wu Zheng is an art student, he will go to my house every day to teach me how to draw. Painting...slowly, it came out."

Xia Bingyang said: "I have seen your paintings, and you draw very well."

"......thanks."

Xia Bingyang looked at the painting left by Wu Zheng, and said, "Is this painting a Davidia involucrata tree?"

Liang Xiaotong opened his eyes, as if they had been steamed by heat, they were extremely soft and extremely sad: "He said that Davidia involucrata tree is strong, tall and beautiful, very much like me. There is another word tung in my name, so he made it for me drew this picture"

Xia Bingyang looked at the strong, tall and beautiful Davidia involucrata tree, his eyes were fascinated for a moment, and he said, "So you buried Wu Zheng under the Davidia involucrata tree."

Steam was still wafting from the mouth of the cup, Liang Xiaotong almost buried his face in the mouth of the cup, his eyes were reddened by the warm steam.He looked very calm, so calm that he didn't react at all.His shoulders sank, and the hands holding the teacup seemed to be struggling and trembling.All the strength in his body seemed to be drained in an instant.

Ji Zheng, who has been watching until now, looked at the man trembling with pain in front of him, and felt that this scene was very cruel, even crueler than seeing Wu Zheng's body with his own eyes.So Ji Zheng got up and left the living room, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked out.

Xia Bingyang glanced at Ji Zheng's back standing in front of the window, and continued to say to Liang Xiaotong with a ruthless attitude: "Secretary Liang, you owe me an explanation."

Liang Xiaotong's voice was choked and trembling: "Explain...what?"

"I know that you were not the one who killed Wu Zheng, but you were the one who got Wu Zheng's body. What's going on?"

Liang Xiaotong was instantly drawn back to the memories of six years ago. Scenes of the past flashed before his eyes. He hesitated for a moment in the memories before he said, "I lied to you. In fact, Wu Zheng contacted me after returning to China. We met in the studio on Chang'an Avenue. At that time...he already had a fiancée, and we had already broken up the year he went abroad. I don't know why he asked me to meet." He laughed, and the smile was special. Desolate: "Reminiscing about the past? Or telling me not to disclose my relationship with him to his fiancée? I don't know... I have no chance to know, because when I arrived at the studio, Wu Zheng was already dead. gone."

Speaking of Wu Zheng's death, his back collapsed again, as if sighing the last breath in his chest, his voice suddenly became weaker: "No, he was not dead at that time, he still had a breath. I want to save him , I had to save him, I drove him to the hospital, but it was too late... before I got to the hospital, he stopped breathing."

The teacup in Liang Xiaotong's hand suddenly fell to the floor, and hot water flowed out of the cup in the shape of a winding lake.He looked at his hands, as if he was hugging someone: "His wound was at the heart, blood flowed from his heart, and flowed all over his body. I hugged him, his blood was still warm, but His body temperature was already cold... I just held him like that for a whole night. Later, his blood also became cold, and he slept in my arms and never woke up again."

He smiled with a sour smile: "He is dead. But I cannot return him to Yao Zichen, nor can I hand him over to the police. In your eyes, he is just a corpse, but to me, he is not Corpse, he is my lover. Yao Zichen snatched him away when he was alive, and I can’t be with him. As a result, he died and turned into a corpse, so you don’t want him anymore... It doesn't matter, you don't want him, I want him, and I want him even after he dies."

He slowly turned his head to look at Xia Bingyang, his eyes were foggy, as if a heavy rain was coming: "So I buried him under that Davidia involucrata tree. In fact, he planted that Davidia involucrata tree for me, and he planted it for me. I asked my friend to spend a lot of money to buy tree seeds. On the night of my birthday, we personally planted the Davidia involucrata tree on the mountain. He said that the Davidia involucrata tree is a living fossil and can live for many years, just like my relationship with him. Who would have thought that two years later, our relationship was discovered by his parents, and then he was sent abroad by his parents, and we broke up. He no longer loves me, and our relationship is dead, but the tree is still there Alive, better than any of us... I hate him, but I love him more. I buried him under that tree, just to be with him forever."

Xia Bingyang remained silent for a long time, without seeming to be moved at all: "You have no right to dispose of Wu Zheng's body privately. Your actions misled the direction of the police's investigation, and you need to be responsible for your actions, so please follow me back to the police—"

Ji Zheng suddenly came back from the window, sat down beside Xia Bingyang, and pressed Xia Bingyang's left hand on the sofa to prevent Xia Bingyang from continuing.

Xia Bingyang looked back at Ji Zheng, but Ji Zheng didn't look at him. Ji Zheng took out a black exquisite wooden box from the pocket of his suit pants, and he put the wooden box in front of Liang Xiaotong, saying: "Secretary Liang, I think this should be It's your thing."

Ji Zheng finally said "excuse me" to Liang Xiaotong, then took Xia Bingyang's hand and led Xia Bingyang to leave Liang Xiaotong's house.

It wasn't until the elevator that Ji Zheng let go of Xia Bingyang's hand, but Xia Bingyang held his hand again.Ji Zheng turned to look at him, Xia Bingyang smiled at him helplessly: "Do you think I will really bring Liang Xiaotong back to the police station?"

Ji Zheng pressed the floor button and said: "I understand him."

"Liang Xiaotong?"

"Ah."

"why?"

Ji Zheng said: "If you are taken away from me by others, I can do what Liang Xiaotong did."

And, more than that.

The elevator door opened with a 'ding' sound. Ji Zheng led Xia Bingyang out of the elevator. Xia Bingyang was in a daze until he walked out of the unit building and was hit by the sunset rays slanting from the gaps in the tall buildings before he suddenly regained his senses.

He looked at Ji Zheng's back and said with a smile, "Brother, so you care about me so much."

Ji Zheng didn't look back, and said in a steady voice: "Isn't it obvious enough?"

Xia Bingyang stopped suddenly, stopped, let go of Ji Zheng's hand, and slowly squatted down covering his heart.

Ji Zheng turned around and squatted in front of him: "What's wrong?"

Xia Bingyang covered his heart, frowned and said in pain: "It's over, it's over, my heartbeat is about to die suddenly."

Ji Zheng laughed, pulled him up and continued to walk forward: "I talk nonsense all day long."

On the way back, when Ji Zheng was driving, Xia Bingyang asked him where the wooden box he gave Liang Xiaotong came from and what was in it.

Ji Zhengdao: "I picked up a business card of a jewelry store in the studio. I went to the jewelry store and asked. The people there said that Wu Zheng had ordered a pair of rings just after returning to China. I paid the final payment in the name of Wu Zheng's friend. , took out the ring."

"How do you know that Wu Zheng gave Liang Xiaotong the ring?"

Ji Zheng smiled slightly, and said: "A pair of men pair rings, and one of them is engraved with the word 'Tong' of Liang Xiaotong."

Xia Bingyang was silent, looked out the window and sighed: "It seems that Yao Zichen is really not Wu Zheng's fiancée, Wu Zheng may return to China for Liang Xiaotong."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hands, looked at his ten empty fingers, sighed deliberately, and then took a peek at Ji Zheng.

Ji Zheng saw it, pretended not to see it, drove across the intersection, and suddenly parked the car on the side of the pedestrian street.

Xia Bingyang asked: "Why stop?"

Ji Zheng looked at Xia Bingyang with a look that made Xia Bingyang feel strange. Although his expression was still calm, his eyes were very oppressive. Xia Bingyang's heart rate suddenly rose when he stared at him like this.

Ji Zheng asked, "Are you hungry?"

Xia Bingyang felt nervous for no reason, swallowed his saliva and said, "Not hungry. Are you hungry? Then let's go down to eat."

As he said that, he wanted to push the car door, but it was locked by Ji Zheng with a 'click'.

Xia Bingyang's heart beat faster, and he looked back at Ji Zheng: "What are you doing, brother? Don't scare me."

Ji Zheng's next question perfectly answered his doubts. Ji Zheng asked in a steady and low voice: "Go home or go to the hotel?"

It is impossible for Xia Bingyang not to know the meaning of this sentence, and now he really almost died of sudden heart rate, he couldn't resist Ji Zheng's direct inquiry and such revealing eyes, and hurriedly looked away: "All, all It's all right, it's all right."

Ji Zheng smiled: "Then listen to me?"

"Hmm, listen to you."

Ji Zheng unbuckled his seat belt: "I'm going to go shopping, you wait for me in the car."

Xia Bingyang's IQ ran away from home, and asked stupidly: "What to buy?"

Ji Zheng smiled and looked at him, looking at him leisurely.

Xia Bingyang met his eyes, and the roots of his ears turned red instantly: "Ah, ah, shopping, yes, yes, shopping, then I will go shopping."

Ji Zheng asked: "Do you have experience and know what to buy?"

Xia Bingyang fiddled with the door switch in vain: "I know, no, no, no, I don't know...damn I don't know, I know or not!"

Ji Zheng smiled and said, "Stay in the car and don't move."

He opened the door and got out of the car, and walked to the adult goods store across the road.

Xia Bingyang sat in the car with his knees in his arms and looked at Ji Zheng's back crossing the road. His mind was spinning wildly. It was hard to believe that he and Ji Zheng were going to consummate their room tonight.