murder begins in summer

Qiu Shili had a long time of leisure.Although he himself thinks it's okay to be tired, it's really useless to go out to fight and kill. The boys sent by Shi Zhanyang really watch him very closely.

I usually live in the office, and most of the scattered work is in the office. When I get bored, I go downstairs to a fast food coffee shop to meet new faces and all kinds of living people.

Anyway, it's his own building, and Qiu Shili can be regarded as the second landlord. He queued up among a group of sleepy office workers to buy drinks that cost no more than five dollars. He has to squeeze through the queue and rush up to monitor whether he only ordered "healthy drinks" without any caffeine, such as greasy banana milkshake, or orange juice with extremely unstable sweetness, even black tea is not allowed bump.

After several visits, the clerk got used to it and always responded with a smile. Qiu Shili didn't show any impatience about it. He not only cooperated with the inspection honestly, but also ordered a cup with a smile for the guy who cared about his diet every time. Same drink.

Although they are all bad, the guys still enjoy the subsidies from the sister-in-law very much—if the sister-in-law is still willing to admit that she is a sister-in-law.

It was probably a sunny weekend morning. The glass elevator was full of sunlight and was going up at a constant speed. Looking out, looking up, there was a cloudless blue sky.This elevator is semi-private. Building A is 36 floors high. There are 8 elevators in total. Only this one can lead to the 11th floor where Qiu Shili stays, and the 12th floor where Shi Zhanyang works. However, Shi Zhanyang is probably not there. Qiu Shili has noticed that in the past few days, I have left the elevator room, and I will use it after a few hours, but it is still waiting on this floor.He even started to go up regularly to check it out, anyway, he knew the codes of each house, as if he was hoping for some tiny traces to appear.

Bazai just made up for his proud yellow hair. In the sun, he has a dazzling golden head.Holding a glass of room-temperature lemon syrup, he suddenly asked Qiu Shili who was holding the same paper cup: "Third, third brother," he stammered nervously again, "How are you doing recently... Are you happy?"

Qiu Shili turned his gaze away from the sparkling sea in the distance, and cast it on Bazai's dazzling head, "Happy?" He smiled.

"Is there, is there any insomnia, how is the recovery, and so on."

"Brother asked you to ask?" Qiu Shili was still smiling, and as soon as the elevator "ding", he walked out, tilting his head slightly, "Just send me an email."

"No, no," Ba Zai hurriedly said, following him, the cup in his hand was deformed, and the water almost spilled out, "It's our brothers, I want to ask."

Qiu Shili was stunned for a moment, then recovered his relaxed expression, and walked briskly without looking back, "I'm fine, but I'm too bored," he said, "I'm going to go back to fitness in two weeks. "

After speaking, he smiled at the red-haired assistant waiting at the door, and then went into the room to observe the meeting.He didn't need to care about this kind of small meeting, and people didn't know that he was coming. Every time they sat in the corner, even if they didn't say a word, it would always make the whole room nervous.Qiu Shili felt that he was indeed boring enough, probably the kind of person who would be complained about in the smoking room in TV dramas.

In the same way, the question I asked Bazai just now can also prove my boredom. Qiu Shili thought silently, where did the blind self-confidence come from, which prompted him to say so much, so that his subordinates and himself were not embarrassed. Not awkward.Maybe it's because of habit, he subconsciously thought that Shi Zhanyang would at least ask a few questions. Although there are not many phone calls and no videos recently, the emails are still one after another, with title and signature, in English, You come and go, they are all very qualified work emails.

The reason why e-mail has endured for a long time is that it is convenient enough, it is concise and clear, and can effectively avoid the embarrassment of speech blockage, cross-eye embarrassment, and the risk of quarrels when meeting.This is probably the common need of human beings.

So why not just ask by email?I do not have insomnia.How am I recovering.I am not happy.Are these important questions?I don't know anymore.Qiu Shili pinched the rim of the paper cup and thought about it, the small curl was crushed by him, and he suddenly thought, this is wrong, it's not about the mail, but about whether to ask or not, the elder brother didn't ask, but the elder brother He must be very clear about what he looks like now, so there is no need to ask.

Is that right?That's right.

Suddenly enlightened, Qiu Shili felt that after spending time entangled in such trivial details, he had reached a new level of boredom, and another 30-second gap was the limit.Lowering his eyelashes, looking at his fingers that he just trimmed the night before, he suddenly planned to find time to buy a bottle of nail polish, BordeauxLust, he still remembers, Bordeaux red wine, but he just wanted to buy it, as if he wanted to go downstairs Buy fruit juice that doesn't taste right.

It's not because I think the nails are bare, it seems a little pitiful.

Qiu Shili didn't just talk about what he did, he did buy it that night, because he didn't want to shop online and wait.Of course the guys wanted to follow along, they were caught by Qiu Shili in a row and rushed back, and then they gave up.Once they were explicitly rejected, they would not sneakily force it. After all, Qiu Shili was not some fancy bird kept in a cage. Even if the injury was still there, no one could drag him out of his nest on the cliff.

Of course, no one expected that he was going to buy that kind of thing.

At the beginning of April, the evening in the seaside city is very pleasant, the boxy Union Square is lit up, and there are bustling people shopping and laughing.After parking the car, the shirt was slightly damp. Qiu Shili carried the airtight thin jacket in his hand. He was not interested in the bright billboards along the road, so he quickly found the TomFord store, adjusted his collar, and walked up. step in.

The storefront is very large, and at first glance, it is full of clothing. The clerk in a brown-gray suit greeted her. An elegant and amiable middle-aged woman with blond hair in a high ponytail walked with Qiu Shili with a happy smile. She was not in a hurry. Ask him what he needs.

Qiu Shili walked a little cautiously. He had been to many luxury stores. It was not that he had never bought a full set of cosmetics for himself in order to change clothes. At that time, he was in a hurry to buy at the airport. He gestured generously to himself, but for some reason, he was especially nervous this time.

Seeing that the men's clothing section was coming to an end, he asked, "Excuse me, do you have any nail polish?"

The clerk enthusiastically led him to the make-up area. Compared to the clothes, it was too small an area. There were quite a lot of lipsticks and perfumes. They were displayed under the warm light, and Qiu Shili could faintly smell a few traces of orange blossom oil. , I used to spray it often, and wanted to use the freshness to cover my blood, but now I don't need it.

The situation of nail polish is even worse, it is not displayed at all. When the clerk was picking colors in the drawer and seemed to be ready to take one of each, Qiu Shili said: "I want BordeauxLust."

The clerk nodded and smiled, "Okay, wait a moment."

After a long while, she said again: "Sorry sir, this color number is an old color, and the store is out of stock now." She turned her face and apologized, "Are you considering restocking? We will mail it to your address for free. Or you You can also temporarily choose other color numbers."

Well, it’s no different from online shopping. When Quan went for a walk after dinner, Qiu Shili thought calmly, “Let’s mail it, I’m sorry to trouble you.” He smiled at the clerk and went back.

Perhaps because of his politeness, the clerk became more warm and friendly to him afterwards, as if treating him as a friend for chatting. When filling out the mailing list, she said in a low and gentle voice: "If you have time, you can listen to my introduction." Check out this year's new colors, which are very popular with girls."

"Well, no need," Qiu Shili thought about the company's zip code, and wrote in a low voice, "Thank you."

"Bordeaux Enchantment is indeed a very popular classic," the clerk said softly, pouring him a glass of mint water with ice cubes, "Dignified and beautiful queen."

"Really? A friend of mine said it was Mrs. Yazhai," Qiu Shili wrote down his long list of addresses without looking up. "Mrs. Yazhai in China is probably equivalent to the eldest sister of the gangster." .”

The clerk laughed at his seriousness, "You are Chinese."

Qiu Shili put down his pen, drew his bank card, and said nonchalantly, "Japanese."

The clerk was taken aback, but still put away the list, handed him the bottom list and a beautifully printed brand brochure, and sent him to the door, "Happy shopping. We will surprise your girl on time."

Qiu Shili had already stepped out of the store in half a step, then turned back and looked at her squarely, "It's not my girl, it's me. My friend said that color suits me very well."

The clerk didn't show any surprise, probably because of his professionalism. Qiu Shili put it lightly, but his heart was suddenly filled with a violent sense of relief. Then he relaxed all over, and strode in the bustling square. The atmosphere was pleasant, and the surrounding Everyone has nothing to do with him, but the wind is one by one, sandwiching him softly, as if hands are rubbing together, he feels that these are the most carefree few minutes in recent months.

This kind of comfort continued until he received the package and opened it immediately, and after he took a shower at night, he listened to Spanish ditties and painted himself. Perhaps at the second when all ten fingers were painted, Qiu Shili could feel There was a kind of emptiness, but he flicked it away with a flick of his wrist, and what followed was an artificial saccharine density of satisfaction and happiness—he was also good at applying it evenly and neatly, no less than Shi Zhanyang's previous level.Reflecting the dark and warm light in the bedroom, a few smooth pomegranate seeds adorned the fingertips, looking bright and warm, the pillows were warm, and the quilt was also warm. Spring had already arrived.

So I don't have to think about the sadness when I cut off the last red crescent a few days ago.

It cannot be denied that even though Qiu Shili sometimes appears cowardly and cautious, most of the time he is a very courageous person.With such nails, he went to work in the company, went to the hospital for reexamination, even went to the conference table to shake hands with people, and signed the cooperation list for the next few years.

What kind of colleagues, doctors and partners, even if the priest wants to see him, the president wants to see him, it doesn't matter.Qiu Shili didn't care about other people's eyes at all, because he didn't look at them at all, and he was perfectly confident and indifferent.

No one asked him, what's wrong with you, what are you doing with this, are you all right?

Qiu Shili became more and more convinced that he had a lot of room to continue to be so unscrupulous. He used these hands to wash his face and write emails to cook himself cabbage and bacon macaroni. The more he watched, the more he got used to it, the more he felt safe, even A little bit...felt free.What Big Brother calls "freedom".Sometimes I also think about it, what else can I do with these hands?

Like solving physical problems?Find some happiness for yourself, that is also a kind of freedom.In fact, he tried it, leaning on a corner of the big bed, his whole body tensed so that the sheets were wet and wrinkled, but he still couldn't get excited, just like before, doing it by himself was always tasteless.Not reconciled, he tried to touch the back again, pinning his arms in a funny posture, imagining that it was not his hand, imagining that the smell in his nose was not his own... so what would it be like?He was too stupid to remember.

Tears flowed out, as well as snot, which wet the pillow, and there were large swaths of moisture on the face.How ugly Qiu Shili cried was unprecedented.He even felt that the base of his neck was wet, maybe it was sweat, he didn't know, but fortunately, no one could see his embarrassment and embarrassment.That hand was still resting on the back of the waist, unable to move, it seemed useless, what else could it do?Why not kill someone!After killing someone with your favorite dagger, if you don't withdraw your hand quickly enough, the blood will be sprayed hot between your fingers, and your nails will also be red, more red and more airtight.

No... Qiu Shili was stunned again, unable to kill. Killing is ugly, wrong, and disgusting. Brother doesn't want to see himself kill. Killing is painful and sad.

He was in this chaos, his thoughts were like tears, like a fountain.

He wanted to see him so much.I really want to see him.I really want to see him.

God is always merciful in unexpected times.Qiu Shili saw Shi Zhanyang not long after. After a long silence on the 12th floor, it was still a sunny morning. Qiu Shili was discussing the issue of covering positions with several investment managers. It was mainly because others stated that he was here to make a decision, so he rarely said a word .

At that time, he was also silent, listening to the data intently. The door of the meeting room was opened, and he suddenly heard a sound.

There were footsteps, and the wheelchair rubbed against the marble floor. The electrodes in his ears were working diligently, and Qiu Shili would not listen.The sound was very soft, like an ant's sharp mouth gnawing on his heart, making his incisions itchy, as if returning to the days of recovery, it was extremely itchy.

It was getting closer and closer, so close, Qiu Shili turned to look.

It was Shi Zhanyang.There are several men and women by his side, Shi Zhanyang is alive after a long absence, and he is about to pass through this narrow door.This floor is dedicated to meetings, large and small are full of conference halls, it is not unusual for him to appear here, the half a second passing the door is too short, even passing by, he left, It's not surprising that he left.

But he turned his head, met Qiu Shili's eyes, and stopped the wheelchair for a few seconds.The people around stopped behind him like a gust of wind, giving way to his sight.What's in his eyes, surprise?Familiar with?Still unfamiliar, still interested and focused for a few seconds.Qiu Shili really wanted to bury himself in it, shrunk all his bones and sharp horns, and sank into a well, so that he could taste what could be caught under deep water, even if it was a handful of soil.He would like to believe that the soil is soft.

But he immediately stopped the stare at each other, picked up the broken train of thought, and continued to think about the problem of replenishing positions that cost billions.When Shi Zhanyang left, he didn't know, he couldn't hear clearly this time, he only saw his hand holding the report book, the dots were red, piercing the surface of the white paper like angry, it was too dazzling.

That night, Qiu Shili went to a convenience store to buy custard toast and nail polish remover.He sat on the ground, after wiping one finger, he threw a fiery red wet wipe into the trash can at hand, as if he wanted to completely strip away a shameful and unwilling thing to remember from himself.

After removing everything, his fingertips were still red, and he kept washing his hands in the small kitchen. He didn't go to the bathroom because he didn't want to look in the mirror.After washing for 10 minutes, he couldn't tell whether the redness hadn't come off or was bloody. He wiped it off and went to eat toast, leaning cross-legged on the sofa cushion. The toast should have a sweet taste. Biting it, Qiu Shili felt so bitter.

Could it be that the nail polish remover didn't wash off?He bit his thumb, thinking.

10 minutes, no way.he thought again.

Qiu Shili lay down on his side in vain, with his arms hanging on the side of the sofa. Thinking of that painting, "The Death of Marat", Shi Zhanyang took him to see it at the Royal Museum of Fine Arts in Belgium. If he remembers correctly, he was 22 years old at the time , It’s winter, the snow forms icicles on the treetops, and my eldest brother will get nosebleeds if he eats too much specialty chocolate.They were doing business there at the time.

He recalled slowly, and quickly saw what he deserved—too much money to spend, a smooth career, no need to work hard every day, and he could still find time to watch newly released movies.Can this kind of day pick a problem?Obviously there is nothing to be painful, but I just feel very painful, every day is painful, I can't grasp the reason, but it is very sufficient, as if life itself is like this.This is the most speechless and hopeless.

But so what?During the day, he didn't see his elder brother's ring finger clearly, but he felt like a clown because of the exposure of his red nails, so he cleaned himself nervously.Now, there seemed to be nothing else to do except sleep.

Qiu Shili is soberly aware that whether he wants to or not, he must find an outlet for himself, such as shouting in the street, cursing the weather forecast and the government.He thought hard about how to do this without looking too much of a psycho, and the opportunity came quickly.

As the U.S. Supreme Court just declared that the content of the Defense of Marriage Act that discriminated against same-sex couples was unconstitutional, and repealed California’s Proposition 8, which opposed same-sex marriage, in early May, there was a vigorous march in San Francisco.This kind of parade actually happens every year. The team starts from Castro, a famous local gay district, and grows all the way. In just one morning, the rainbow covers the whole city.

However, this year's parade was larger and longer than previous years. The basic human right of marriage was finally in the hands. Comrades used this method to celebrate their victory.

The day of the parade was Friday, and Qiu Shili went to work quietly for the whole day. When it was getting dark, he took off his suit and put on a white T-shirt and blue jeans, drove his Maybach to catch up with the parade, and found a parking space on the side of the street. After parking, Qiu Shili stuffed the car keys in his trouser pocket, and joined the colorful queue ahead.

Although the end is near, no one is in a slump.Qiu Shili walked from the tail to the line. Naked men and women can be seen everywhere, not to mention those hugging and screaming. Men with ten centimeters high heels danced in a crowd, with a microphone between their legs, they sang Madonna.

Qiu Shili was very happy. He applauded the passing wonders sincerely, shouted slogans together, and whistled.There are so many signs that are held up high, with exciting, straightforward, and hopeful words written on them, and Qiu Shili was stuffed with one piece, so he also raised them up high, shaking in mid-air, and the red sunset in the west was on the building. The end of the street in between is ostentatious, the surroundings are in a mess, the originally neat road is broken into colorful jigsaw puzzles, just like the sunset on the day of the end of the world.

In this strong color, Qiu Shili's white and blue are too clean, he looks like a gentle and delicate Asian young man, with a harmless expression and kind eyes, it's hard not to attract attention.The young man who gave him the placard just now has been walking side by side with him. He should be Latin American, with wild eyebrows and deep eye sockets, at most the age of a high school student.After staring at Qiu Shili for a long time, he noticed the copper ring on his left hand. He didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved. He asked, "Where's yours?"

"What?" Qiu Shili's voice cut through the noise.

"Your—mate?" the boy said formally, gesturing to his hand.

"Oh," Qiu Shili still looked ahead, "I can't find it!"

The young man understood this to mean that they were dispersed by the parade crowd, and comforted him intimately: "When the parade is over, we will definitely find them," he said in a long voice, "Just make a phone call—"

Qiu Shili just smiled.

He didn't think it would be better to make a phone call.When the parade was over, it was already dark, and the white T-shirt was painted into a rainbow with various colors of paint. Qiu Shili sat back in his luxury car hungry, and put the rainbow flag in the small tube for the water cup. Dial out the phone, and add another point of displeasure to the sender of the ring, and a ton of blow to yourself.

Just drove back to the company.

When the secretary knocked on the door, Qiu Shili had just put on his slippers, and his body was still colorful.The other party was taken aback by him, carefully delivered a package for collection, and left quietly.

It was heavy in the hand, no wonder the little girl could only push it on the ground just now, Qiu Shili couldn't help laughing, and took out a dagger from the back of his waist to scratch the cardboard box, the handle of the knife was stained with red paint.Suddenly seeing the words "Happy Birthday" on the surface of the box, he realized that today is May [-]th.

It's birthday.

Who sent it?Who else will remember his birthday, who else will give gifts.

Who else's characters, one dot, one fold, one stroke, one stroke, one horizontal and one vertical, look like this.

Qiu Shili could only see the light spot reflected on the tip of the knife shaking, because his own hand was shaking.Holding my breath hard, I cut the tape away with concentration, my eyes were faintly red, no wonder, no wonder it was this kind of weight-a whole box of nail polish, a whole box of BordeauxLust!

Whether Shi Zhanyang is crazy, or he is crazy, Qiu Shili doesn't know.All he knew was that it was more than that. He didn't believe it. He inserted his hands into the pile of hundreds of glass vials, and he carefully touched them inch by inch.

Sure enough, I touched the paper.It's not thick, it's an A4 size envelope.

Torn it apart, the cuts were messed up, and Qiu Shili saw a pure white card: enough for you to unload for a lifetime.An ugly smiling face was drawn next to the words, and Shi Zhanyang's own personal seal was stamped in a serious manner.

There is another piece of paper under the card.It was a plane ticket. When Qiu Shili regained the ability to read, he looked closely and found that the date was tomorrow.