Starting from you are my glory

After watching Yang Zhe casually take a pot of green plants to pay and leave, Wu Jia finally released the temporary control of his second personality on his body, touched the sweat on his back, and let out a long sigh of relief.

After taking out the recorder in his pocket and making sure that the conversation just now was in it, Wu Jia continued to pick up the scissors, moved the green plants and sat in the sunshine at the door, and continued to prune leisurely.

It seems that next time I meet Yang Zhe, I will know how he seduced Zhang Sicheng back then.

But judging from the dodge in his last look, there is a high probability that he will disappear after the next time!

Did I go too far just now? To make this devil's spokesperson and prophet's guide feel uneasy?

Forget it, no matter how much you think about it, it's useless. Finally, the fog that obscures the truth is about to dissipate. After you cross that hurdle, everything will be fine.

The final judgment is coming, and all the mysteries will eventually be solved. Although the delayed truth and justice are regrettable, in the end it is much better than being covered up!

......

"Now our investigation has reached a dead end." Lu Xingzhi closed the document in his hand, closed his eyes and began to review all the information related to this case, not wanting to let go of any detail. He was quite anxious 13 years ago. Wei Zhengrong did not even let go of a dead mosquito hanging on a spider web at the murder scene.

"Indeed." Wei Zhengrong on the side picked up the thermos cup that did not match his image at all and took a sip of water. "This imitation case came too unexpectedly. We have already checked the victim's interpersonal relationships, and now we can only It is said that it is locked on the QQ friend 'HB', but I still don't know where this so-called 'HB' comes from and what its intentions are."

"How about we investigate all the non-residents who entered Nandu City within five days, no, three days before Wang Nannan was killed?"

If there are no clues, we can only start looking for a needle in a haystack, forcing this mysterious 'HB' to reveal his true identity!

"The flow of people is too great." Lu Xingzhi pinched his brows tiredly, "This is no small job."

“You have to try it to find out.”

"And now we have no better way."

Wei Zhengrong was telling the truth. As long as there were any other clues, they would have a head start. Although limited by technological development 13 years ago, many modern crime-solving methods were not used, but the idea of ​​​​solving the case did not change. Back then, All the conceivable methods, identified suspects and possible clues seem to be no problem at present, so it is even more impossible to discover the mastermind and the murderer who is outside all the murders.

"I'm going to report to Lao Huo and ask him to mobilize some people from various offices to assist us."

After making up his mind, Lu Xingzhi did not hesitate and directly told Lao Huo what he thought and what he needed support for. Here are a few words from Lao Huo.

"Give me whatever you want!"

"As long as the case can be solved, if it is within my ability, I will solve it. If it is beyond my ability, I will go to the leader to solve it!"

"I have only one request." Lao Huo raised his right index finger in front of Lu Xingzhi. His eyelids drooped due to age and his cloudy eyes could not hide his sharp eyes.

"Catch the murderer, find out who is behind the scenes, and give the victims and their families a complete explanation!"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

......

"Hello, I would like to buy a bouquet of flowers."

Under the sun, Wu Jia, who raised his head, was inevitably stung by the dazzling light, and then his whole body relaxed. The feeling was very strange, as if he had soaked in a comfortable hot spring when it was cold, or when he was extremely short of water. Drink a cup of sweet spring.

This is a girl who exudes warmth from the inside out.

"What flowers do you need?"

Wu Jia put down the scissors, stood up and pointed at the flowers and plants in the store, "Who is it for? Maybe I can give you a suggestion."

"Give it to my mother." Lu Anning looked at the flowers and plants and asked, "What do you think is a good gift?"

"Birthday?"

"Forget it." Lu Anning stopped in front of a flower that he couldn't name, and sniffed it. The flower was very beautiful, but it had no fragrance. "My mother is a teacher, isn't it Teacher's Day in two days?"

"What kind of flower is this? Why doesn't it smell like flowers?"

"That's the Begonia flower." Wu Jia took a few steps closer and introduced, "The Begonia flower is one of the three most hated flowers in life."

"Three hates in life?" Lu Anning, who has always been obedient to school, said that this was the first time he heard this statement, and looked at Wu Jia curiously, "What are the three hates?"

"People have said many things about hate before, but the more famous ones are Zhang Ailing's three hates in life."

"First I hate that the crabapples are fragrant, secondly I hate that the anchovies are prickly, and thirdly I hate that the red building is not finished."

"Does the crabapple flower really have no fragrance?"

"I think this is an individual problem." Wu Jia's answer confused Lu Anning. What is an individual problem?

"The flower language of Begonia flowers is conflict and opposition."

Wu Jia caressed the crabapple gently with his hand and explained: "Because of its cold and drought tolerance, the flower grower has given the flower a gentle meaning. In fact, it is easy to grow."

"But look at it." Lu Anning followed Wu Jia's finger and looked at it. The flowers swaying due to the light touch of his fingertips were even more delicate and beautiful.

“You come in and see so many flowers, and you’re just attracted to it.”

"In fact, most people are like this, so Begonia has been given a title by those who love it, called 'National Beauty'."

"The country's country is gorgeous."

"So from this perspective, the flower language of Begonia is also called beauty."

"Both of these are good, or positive connotations."

"Then what's the bad thing?" Wu Jia said slowly and calmly, but Lu Anning was at the age where he was getting to the bottom of it and had a wild temper, so he couldn't wait to ask: "What's the bad thing?"

"In ancient poetry, wanderers often used begonia to convey their sorrow of separation, so separation is also the flower language of begonia."

"Finally, the Begonia flower has another name, it's called Heartbroken flower."

"Heartbroken Flower?" Lu Anning muttered subconsciously, "This name is not pleasant to pronounce."

"Yes, generally speaking, it is love that cannot be achieved, and lovesickness until heartbreak, so it also has the flower language of bitter love." Wu Jia shrugged indifferently, "I have always felt that the little dragon girl in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in the Valley of Heartlessness Love Flower Poison has a bit of Begonia flower in it."

"So what you're saying is that whether crabapple flowers have a fragrance or not, or what their meaning is, all depends on the mood of the person who gives the flowers?"

"That's what I mean." Wu Jia said and laughed, very happy and beautiful.

"Why are you laughing?" Because the smile was a bit inexplicable, Lu Anning couldn't help but ask, "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, I just suddenly thought of something happy." Seeing the curiosity in Lu Anning's eyes becoming more and more intense, Wu Jia had to clear his throat, and before explaining, he specially warned: "I really just suddenly thought of it, nothing else. mean."

"Have you read Mr. Wang Zengqi's prose?"

"I've read it." Lu Anning nodded, "I want to eat the essay he wrote about wild vegetables every time I read it!"

"He wrote in "Human Plants" when he justified the name of his favorite gardenia."

Wu Jiaqiang suppressed his laughter and spoke faster.

"Gardenia flowers are thick and large, white in color, slightly green near the pedicle, and extremely fragrant... so fragrant that I can't even brush them away, so refined people don't take them because they think they are of low quality." Gardenia said: Damn it, I just want it to smell like this, it smells so good, do you fucking care? ’

After finally finishing speaking, both of them burst into laughter, happy for this carefree and unpretentious old naughty boy.

"You're right." Lu Anning wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Do you have any gardenias here?"

"I bought a bouquet of gardenias for my mother."

"That's really unlucky. The flowering period of gardenias has just passed." Wu Jia spread his hands helplessly and said, "That's why there are no gardenias in the store now."

"If Auntie is a teacher, then why not just follow the crowd and buy a bunch of carnations."

"Then I will match you with a few flowers of other colors to ensure you get a good gift."

"Okay, if my mother thinks it doesn't look good, I'll ask you for a refund!" Seeing Wu Jia wrapping a bouquet of carnations in just a few simple steps, Lu Anning was satisfied and said at the same time: "Don't Thinking of running away!"

"My name is Wu Jia." Faced with the little girl's pretended concerns, Wu Jia said frankly: "Owner of this flower shop, if you are not satisfied with anything, you can come to us at any time to return or exchange the goods!"

"I will remember your words!"

"My name is Lu Anning!"

The gears of destiny do not fluctuate or change due to the thoughts and will of any individual. We can only shine and shine in the given destiny and choose a way that makes us happy to live this life, but the general direction is, however, It’s all from birth to death. No one can escape it, but it’s also fun.

Seeing Lu Anning jumping away, Wu Jia scratched his head. I had given up going to Ye University where Lu Xingzhi's wife was, so how could I still meet their daughter?

One of the victims of the serial murder case 13 years ago was Lu Anning, Du Mei's daughter and Lu Xingzhi's adopted daughter.

Speaking of which, Yang Zhe seems to be the childhood sweetheart of Lu Xingzhi's wife, and then Zhang Sicheng's wife, and I, Wu Jia's mother, Bai Xiaofu, are also Wei Zhengrong's childhood sweetheart.

"Tsk, if you keep cutting it, it's still messy!"

"Just don't call it the light of the dark night, and don't call it Thirteen Years of Dust, just call it."

Wu Jia thought for a while and said a particularly long name, "Let's tell the stories of the victims who were affected by the struggle between childhood sweethearts and Suspension from the Sky!"

Although the name is smelly and long, it is still very practical when you think about it!

......

"Little girl, who are you looking for?"

Fortunately, the guard at the entrance of the Public Security Bureau knew Lu Anning. After a few chats, he showed her the way to Lu Xingzhi's office. However, the walk was quite winding, especially the pictures posted on the whiteboard from 13 years ago and a few years ago. The photos of the murder scene were all taken at the scene, without any mosaic or blocking.

The victim's frozen expression and the aura of death in his dull eyes made Lu Anning, who boasted that he had watched many horror movies, feel a chill down his back. He was about to leave when he was stopped by a policewoman.

Anyone who sees a little girl in school uniform, with a confused look on her face and holding flowers in her arms, appears in the public security bureau must ask a question.

"I'm looking for my dad, his name is Lu Xingzhi."

"Army! Your daughter is here to find you!"

Lu Xingzhi, who was discussing the case with Lao Wei in the office, heard the shouting outside. He didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but he ran out the next second. With such speed, Lao Wei was gone in the blink of an eye. When I found that the person in front of me was gone, I thought I was hallucinating because of my age!

"Peace!" Lu Xingzhi saw his daughter in front of the whiteboard at a glance, rushed over, held her shoulders with both hands and pushed her towards his office.

"Why did you come to daddy all of a sudden? Didn't you tell me in advance?"

"I called you, but you didn't answer."

Only then did Lu Xingzhi realize that his cell phone was out of battery, and he hurriedly apologized: "Dad, my cell phone is out of battery. I didn't receive the call. I'm sorry."

"Is this An Ning?" Wei Zhengrong watched An Ning walk into the office with a kind smile on his face, "I haven't seen An Ning in more than ten years, and they have grown so big."

"My name is Uncle Wei." Lu Xingzhi helped her put the flowers on the table, "Why did you suddenly buy flowers?"

"Hello, Uncle Wei."

"Hey, hello An Ning!"

"Teacher's Day is coming soon. I bought it for my mother. It would be too easy to be discovered if I leave it at home. I might as well leave it here with you. I will call you on the holiday and you can help me deliver it to keep it confidential."

"As expected of the child of our police." Wei Zhengrong raised his hand to praise, "This awareness of confidentiality is really high!"

"Peace." Lu Xingzhi thought about his recent work plan and decided to tell the truth to avoid any mistakes. "Dad has been busy recently. There is no problem in leaving the flowers with dad, but there is a possibility that dad will not have time to send them over. ."

"Still busy." As a child, he always expresses his innermost thoughts easily, "How long have you been busy this time?"

"You didn't even go to Grandpa's death anniversary last time."

"How long has it been since you visited me and my mother?"

"Ignore you!"

His temper came quickly, and as soon as he finished speaking, Lu Anning turned around and ran away. Lu Xingzhi didn't know what to say, so he could only trot her out of the game before turning back.

"How long has it been since you visited her and her mother?" Wei Zhengrong is an old detective who is best at finding abnormalities in people's facial expressions and language. Lu Anning just said a few words and immediately asked him Problem found.

"I divorced Yang Man in 04. Now my child lives with her and I live alone."

Lu Xingzhi just put down these words and began to look through the files again.

Wei Zhengrong moved his lips, but finally said nothing. He just slumped his shoulders and looked at the white hair on his apprentice's head. He thought of 13 years ago when he and Zhuang Zhuang's mother were worried about the trivial matters in life and Bai Xiaofu's concern. The conflicts that arose have led to divorce.

In the end, no one expected that Bai Xiaofu's death also extinguished the fire in his heart, allowing him to completely wake up, return to his family, and fulfill his responsibilities as a father and a husband.

But 13 years have passed and I have not divorced. Unexpectedly, my apprentice has divorced!

Who would have thought?

Wei Zhengrong sighed silently and looked at the flowers swaying in the breeze. It was like that night 13 years ago, when he thought he had almost lost his son. His wife rushed to the station and saw that a quarrel was about to break out, but his son took it out of his schoolbag. He took out a packaged hamburger and said he bought it for him to bring to his wife.

Children sometimes have very simple and pure thoughts. Do they just want harmony between their parents and a happy family?

Zhang Sicheng back then, and Zhang Shanshan who almost took the same path later, now changed their names to Wu Jia.

The influence of parents on their children is in all aspects. Throughout a person's life, what he sees, hears and feels in his childhood will determine the direction of his later life. This is an existence that cannot be denied and cannot be separated.

Thanks to Wu Jia, he broke away from Zhang Sicheng's influence in a decisive way.

Thanks to Zhuangzhuang, who used his poor acting skills again and again to make himself understand his importance to the family.

Soon, Lu Xingzhi would start to thank Lu Anning.

It’s great to have a child like this!