dead innocent

A small town in the south has just had a rain. The autumn rain is cold and continuous. The gap at this time is to pave the way for the reappearing rain curtain. The air is filled with a heavy layer of water vapor. When you reach out and wave your hand in the air, Can hold a handful of moist water mist.

The houses in my memory have been overturned, and this street has also undergone earth-shaking changes. The small courtyards of every household have disappeared, replaced by high-rise buildings, hospitals, squares, and storey shops.These modern buildings stand on the foundation of the land and are firmly rooted.It seems that they have existed here for a long time, so long that they cannot be recalled.It seems that this small town full of greenery and tenderness in the rainy curtain of the south of the Yangtze River has never experienced those days of occlusion and backwardness.

Time is like a hurricane, pushing down walls and breaking tiles.The wind whimpered and powerfully swept away all the land where blood had been buried and buried corpses, sprinkled a handful of seeds of peace in the soil, carefully cultivated the seeds to break through the soil and germinate, and grew wildly in the passing time, growing into a besieged city. The big tree, the thick shade under the tree is the heart shadow of the monster that inhabits it.

People inside the city can't get out, and people outside the city can't get in.

Those memories of disasters that accompany him like a shadow are easily abandoned by time and forgotten in the dusty and mossy corners.Like a wounded or dying old beast, crawling in a dark corner, lingering, waiting for the world to forget it, waiting for its bones to be turned into ashes, floating in the hurricane that changed the world.It's as if this world has never existed, and has never brought irreparable and irreparable pain and suffering to anyone.

'He' was so easily forgotten and forgiven.

Perhaps no one forgives 'him', but no one pursues 'him', no one remembers 'him', but this is the forgiveness of sins and the continuation of the suffering of victims.

That small courtyard has now been built as a small courtyard of a hospital, where he was imprisoned for more than a year.Although the appearance has been ruined and the foundation has collapsed, in his heart, it has turned into a swamp with rotten roots.

He Chengli was in the misty rain, holding a black umbrella, and the rain and fog wet his lenses, making his eyes look foggy and cold.

The small park opposite the yard has been turned into a square. There are still seesaws and swing stands for the children in the square, but the little girl who sat on the swing and swayed gently with him throughout the four seasons of reincarnation has disappeared. Like that person, it never seemed to show up.

He spent nearly two days alone with this swamp. Standing on the shore, looking at the invisible shore, he remembered again and again the lonely and desperate cry of that young man facing the dark night more than ten years ago, waiting forever. There is no dawn, no dawn in sight——

It wasn't until he set foot on this land again that he realized that he had been cruising in the abyss, wandering in the vast ocean, waiting for rescue day after day, and had never been truly free.

The light rain has been continuous and hasty. It has been falling since two days ago until today. It seems that after a short interval, it will break through and pour down.

He Cheng put away his umbrella, and stopped the taxi that happened to be driving beside him.

"where to?"

The driver looked at the well-dressed young man in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Holding the handle of the umbrella with both hands, He Cheng placed it in front of him like a cane, looked out the window at the Jiangnan street scene in the light rain, and said, "Songshan Welfare Institute."

On the outskirts of green forests, at the gate of the orphanage, He Cheng got off the taxi, looked up at the house number of Welfare standing in the rain, walked through the gate without opening the umbrella in the rain-soaked corridor Go up and walk towards the teaching building at the end of the corridor.

The dean of the orphanage learned that he had arrived from the old gatekeeper, so he led two or three teachers who were free to wait at the door of the teaching building. When he saw him go to the door, he walked down the steps to meet him, and greeted him enthusiastically. Hold his hand: "Mr. Chu is here, hurry up and take shelter from the rain inside, take shelter from the rain inside."

This mysterious Mr. Chu donated to them two days ago a sum of money that could quadruple the size of the orphanage. It is also the most emotional fund from caring people in society that the institute has accepted since its establishment, so the dean treated him Very enthusiastic.

He Cheng took his cold palm out of his warm one, smiled politely, and asked, "Where is Teacher Chen?"

A young girl led him to a classroom at the end of a hallway on the first floor and left.

It was the lunch break time for the children after lunch, so the surrounding classrooms were very quiet, as if there was no one there.

Standing outside the door of the art room, He Cheng glanced in through the glass window on the door, and saw that there was only one female teacher who was nearly fifty years old in the spacious classroom filled with easels. An apron with colorful paints, sitting on the ground to pack up the children's paints.

Hearing the creaking sound of the classroom door, she raised her head and looked towards the door, then smiled: "I'm holding an umbrella in my hand, why are my clothes still wet?"

In fact, she is still young, less than 50 years old, and her figure is still slender and well-proportioned. It can be seen that she is taking good care of herself, but cheap cosmetics can't smooth the fine lines on her neck, forehead and lip corners, and time dilutes the freshness of her body There is only a faint layer of youthful breath hidden in the corners of the eyes.

It can be seen from her light and elegant, dark and melancholy temperament that her life is tight and lonely, but from her bright and melancholy eyes, it can be seen that she is struggling to get by in a life full of hardships, and her body is full of sadness With a breath of nostalgia.

He Cheng closed the door, walked towards her with an umbrella, then put the umbrella upside down by the wall, and said with a smile, "I'll return your umbrella."

Chen Jing glanced at the rainy day outside the window, and laughed like a loving mother, "Give me back the umbrella, how will you leave later?"

Standing on the suit jacket, He Cheng threw down the persistent raindrops, and said softly: "It's been raining for several days, this rain should stop."

"That will have to wait until tomorrow."

Chen Jing put on the reading glasses that fell on the tip of her nose, lowered her head and continued to sort out the scattered paint.

He Cheng unbuttoned his suit jacket, squatted down beside her, and helped her arrange the covered paints into the box, his hands passing by her pale and skinny fingertips every so often.

"You're not a local, are you?"

she asked.

He Cheng was silent for a while, and said, "No, I'm here to see a friend."

"You have a kind heart. It's rare for someone so young to donate such a large amount of money without leaving a name."

He Cheng curled the corners of his lips, and greeted her noncommittally: "Really."

Chen Jing nodded, and raised her hand to point to the east outside: "They plan to use your money to build another dormitory, and now the children live in too crowded."

"I left the contact information for the dean, and you can find me if you have difficulties in the future."

Chen Jing looked at him with bright sunny eyes and sad spring water eyes, and said with a surprised but gentle smile, "Then you have accumulated great merit."

He Cheng twisted a box of paint with lowered eyes, and asked lightly, "Do you believe in Buddhism?"

"letter."

Chen Jing said: "I believe that good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. Like you, there must be good rewards."

He Cheng silently put the last box of paint into the paint box, vigorously rubbed his fingertips full of color, bent his lips and said, "Maybe."

After speaking, he stood up, and then stretched out his hand to her: "I'll take you back."

He Cheng held an umbrella and Chen Jing walked out of the orphanage, took a taxi and drove to a residential area in the small town. Most of the old people living here were resettled by the government after the demolition of houses. Most young people think this place is remote and quiet. do not want to live here.

When Chen Jing got out of the car, He Cheng insisted on returning the umbrella to her.

"Are you still going to the orphanage?"

Chen Jing suddenly asked him just before the car door closed.

He Cheng looked at her peacefully, and asked her silently.

Chen Jing smiled and said, "I want to give you a string of Buddhist beads. Those who have been consecrated can keep you safe."

He Cheng was silent for a moment, and the hot air buried in his heart was slowly relieved, but it gradually cooled down on the way to the limbs and bones.

"We'll meet again."

He said.

The taxi driver drove to a hotel according to the address he said. He Cheng saw in the rearview mirror outside the car that a woman holding a black umbrella was standing on the side of the road watching him for a long time.

Back at the hotel, He Cheng went to the front desk and told the girl at the front desk to help him buy some daily toiletries. He was really not used to the disposable items provided here.

The girl at the front desk took notes one by one with a pen, and stopped him suddenly when he was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, Mr. He."

The girl raised her chin towards his back and said, "Someone is looking for you."

He Cheng turned around, and saw a tall man standing two steps away from him behind him.

The man was wearing a pair of dark and matte sunglasses, a black low-necked T-shirt, a rain jacket, and a pair of slacks with wrinkled trousers that were splashed with mud.The uppers of the sneakers were also waist-deeply stained by rainwater and mud, which showed how embarrassing this person was on the road.

He Cheng was startled for a moment, then his brows were filled with joy, and he couldn't help but approach him: "Why do you—"

Chu Xingyun took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of dark eyes with no light at all, he raised his arm and threw it towards his face without saying a word——

When He Cheng saw him raising his arm towards him, He Cheng stopped talking, and stayed where he was, waiting for his slap to fall, but Chu Xingyun's hand holding the gale stopped at the side of his face, It didn't fall down for a long time.

Chu Xingyun's complexion was as deep as a piece of pig iron, crackling sparks shot out of his eyes, he bit his back molars tightly, and his jaw kept twitching.

Suddenly, he clenched his raised right hand into a fist, slammed it into the air, grabbed He Cheng's wrist and pushed him into the elevator.

He Chengding's room was on the third floor, and the narrow and closed car wall quickly rose to the third floor. Before He Cheng had time to say a word to him, he was taken to the door of room 307.

"Open the door."

Chu Xingyun said.

He Cheng took out the key card and opened the door, Chu Xingyun stepped into the room first, walked to the window and closed every window in the room, and then drew the curtains.

The room was instantly plunged into darkness.

Standing in the living room, He Cheng took off his suit jacket and threw it on the back of the sofa, watching him turn around the apartment suspiciously,

Coming out of the bathroom, Chu Xingyun came back to him with sunglasses, his face was not much better than the evil ghosts who were demanding debts and lives, and he felt guilty when he saw He Cheng.

He remembered that Chu Xingyun wanted to attack himself just now in the hotel lobby, and at this moment he couldn't help worrying that if Chu Xingyun really attacked him, how many moves he could block.

Chu Xingyun looked at him with a gloomy face for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and pushed him back hard.

He Cheng staggered a few steps back and retreated into the bedroom.

"What did I tell you?"

Chu Xingyun followed him, pushed him back unrelentingly, and said with a frosty face: "I let you stay at the airport, I went to pick you up, but you treated me as a fart?!"

He yelled out the last sentence under his throat.

He Cheng retreated to the end of the bed and there was no way to retreat, but Chu Xingyun pushed him in front of his chest again, and immediately lost his center of gravity and fell down on the bed, with his hands propped on the bed and looking up at him,

Chu Xingyun grabbed his shirt collar, raised his legs on the bed and sat across him, lowered his head almost to his forehead, gritted his teeth and said: "Do you really think I dare not do it with you? I'm fucking dead Do you believe it?!"

Looking into his eyes, He Cheng felt as if he was being aimed at by a pitch-black muzzle. There were heavy sparks and bullets in the muzzle, which seemed to really take his life away at any time.

But he didn't want to hide at all, even if Chu Xingyun really pointed his gun at him, he would go up and give his life to him.

"Okay."

He Cheng smiled and said, "Then kill me."

Chu Xingyun's eyes sank, and he suddenly pushed him down on the bed, bent down and forced him in front of him, and sneered at the corners of his lips: "You think I dare not?"

He Cheng raised his hand to support his waist, facing the two fires that had started to burn in his eyes, he chuckled lightly: "You dare, but you won't."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because you said you would protect me and—"

He Cheng's palm slowly moved to the back of his shoulder, and suddenly pressed him down forcefully, attached to the ear he brought to his mouth, and raised the corners of his lips, "Don't you love me?"

Chu Xingyun turned his head slightly, avoiding the lips he moved to his lips, and asked with a sneer: "Do I love you?"

He Cheng seemed to have been splashed with a basin of cold water, his eyes turned cold, the smile on his lips quickly smoothed, he looked into his eyes and asked in a deep tone: "You don't love me?"

Being stared at by him like this, the fierceness and anger in Chu Xingyun's eyes quickly faded away, leaving only a layer of helplessness: "Since you fucking know that I love you, you still do this?!"

He Cheng's eyes trembled, and his eyes quickly warmed up like ice and snow melting. He raised his arms around his neck, buried his face in his neck, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I just want to know the truth."

"Oh, you never thought about me?"

"Time is too tight to make it in time."

Chu Xingyun cursed a fart, then pushed his arms away, straightened his waist, stared at him with lowered eyes, pinched his chin hard and lifted it up, and said with a cold face: "I warn you, He Cheng, never From now on, you have to listen to me in every move you make. If you don't want to listen to me, then I'm going to get out now, and you stay here alone to find the damn truth. I don't care if you want to find it. You are a bitch, do you hear me clearly?"

He Cheng wanted to laugh, but his jaw was tightly clamped by him, and it was difficult to show any expression, so he could only say: "It's clear."

Chu Xingyun clicked his tongue, frowned and said impatiently: "State your position."

"I listen to you, and I listen to you in everything."

"That's what you said, if you continue to act alone behind my back—" He lowered his consonant and said in a sinister tone, "I'm really going to kill you."

There was a smile in He Cheng's eyes, it seemed that Chu Xingyun was not threatening his life, but telling some sweet words.

Chu Xingyun gradually lost his temper when he looked like Xiaoman doing something wrong and lying on the back of his feet begging for mercy and submissiveness. His anger was relieved, he picked up the pillow and threw it on him hard, gritted his teeth and said: "I really want to bring you a Lock you up in handcuffs and hide in the cellar for 200 years!"

He Cheng opened his eyes and was in a daze, as if he was seriously thinking about the feasibility of his words, when he suddenly got out of bed, sorted his clothes and walked towards the door.

"where are you going?"

He Cheng quickly chased after him, blocking the door and asking.

"This time when I came out, Lao Yang almost went to the airport to intercept me with a knife. I only have two days at most, and I must make a quick decision. Before I came, I had already said hello to the police station here, and asked them to help me find that girl from back then. mother."

After finishing speaking, Chu Xingyun wanted to push him away, but He Cheng blocked the door and remained motionless.

Seeing that he was frowning impatiently, looking angry as if he wanted to curse, He Cheng hurriedly said, "You mean Chen Jing?"

Chu Xingyun's eyes were fixed, and he looked at him: "You know?"

He Cheng said: "Then you don't need to go to the police station, I know where she lives."

"Have you looked for her?"

"Ah."

"What's the question?"

After a moment of silence, He Cheng asked back, "What do you want to ask her?"

Chu Xingyun looked at him for a moment, then said softly: "Chen Yunan, Yuan Pingyi."

Chen Yunan is Chen Jing's daughter and the victim, while Yuan Pingyi is the murderer and the perpetrator.Chu Xingyun came to the victim's family for these two people this time, which is tantamount to inflicting pain on Chen Jing no less than that of the past.

In fact, visiting the families of the victims, especially the families of the victims of old cases, is more heartbreaking for the police than entertaining the family members who come to identify the corpses. Recalling the old saying is equivalent to tearing the scars healed by time again, revealing Bloody pain and memories.So Chu Xingyun didn't want to take him there, and he didn't want him to experience the feeling of guilt and guilt despite being innocent.

He Cheng was very calm, without any ripples in his pure and penetrating eyes, and said to him, "I'll go with you tomorrow."

Chu Xingyun couldn't help picking his language problem: "Why wait until tomorrow?" He raised his wrist and looked at the time: "It's only four o'clock in the afternoon."

He Cheng stretched his hands behind his back, locked the bedroom door, then took a step forward and stuck in front of him, put his arms around his waist and lowered his head, "Because you can't get out now."

Seeing his hot eyes, Chu Xingyun was also a little hot, but he still stubbornly wanted to break his arm from his waist: "Don't make trouble, I told you that time is very tight."

He Cheng hugged his waist and refused to let go. He buried his head in the crescent of his neck, licking and biting him like a dog gnawing on a bone, and said heavily, "It's raining so heavily outside, why do you go out?"

In order to verify that what he said was true, God made a loud bang, a flash of lightning cut through the gloomy sky, and a torrential downpour of rain fell on the ground, shaking the ground it struck.

The rain came suddenly, Chu Xingyun looked at the noisy rain curtain outside the window like a broken string, and was a little distracted for a while.He Cheng suddenly bit his neck hard, which made him frown slightly, raised his head and let out a muffled snort.

He Cheng's lips moved back and forth on his lips, and he dropped a few kisses of different shades like wanting to refuse or welcome, with a heavy breath, he said: "I miss you, during the few days when you are not here, I miss you every minute and every second." thinking of you."

Chu Xingyun's heart was hot, and his mind was extinguished. He raised his hand and hooked his neck to kiss his lips——