Shen Shizhen

The first team received a burglary case that afternoon, and I heard that the target was quite famous.

House was not there, and both the captain and the deputy team were transferred to Lorena. Ji Chuan didn't know what they were thinking, but anyway, someone came up to invite him, so he went.

Before leaving, Walker appeared again and told them repeatedly: "You all have to be smart when you go, don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked, just go through the motions."

It was not until Ji Chuan arrived at the place that he realized that it was the mayor's house. When he entered the door, it seemed that there was really nothing serious about it. It seemed more like a household matter and had nothing to do with the police.

It didn't take a few words to make this matter clear. They had already figured out the cause and effect by themselves, and they just let the police to support the scene.

"Sellers, don't think these little policemen can scare me." According to the introduction of Mayor Sellers, the person who spoke was his wife.

"Don't deny what you did." This is... a close friend.

Ji Chuan said, this matter is not complicated at all, it is that the wife is obsessed with wanting to open the safe to get encrypted files to the seed contestants for the mayor election at the end of the year, but was caught by her husband and her husband's... close friend.

In fact, the whole process was just listening to the three of them sing. Ji Chuan and the others were sent off by Mayor Sellers without saying a word: "It's really hard work, everyone. I was angry at the beginning. After all, we are still husband and wife, so please trouble everyone." Help keep it secret, it's a family scandal."

Ji Chuan was about to leave after finishing his polite greetings, but he was stopped before he turned around: "Are you Ai Fan's friend? I've heard about it for a long time."

Ji Chuan was taken aback. He had never cared about the name of the mayor of Lance after he had been in Lance for a long time, but now the mayor has heard of it inexplicably?

As if seeing the young man's confusion, Cyrus smiled boldly: "I only found out later that the meeting happened to be Ivan's birthday on the Three Saints' Day, so I delayed his birthday and asked you to take care of the drunk at night." , Blame Walker for not telling me sooner."

To be honest, Ji Chuan is getting more and more confused. Why are so many high-ranking people hearing about him and Ai Fan, which can barely be regarded as "closed-door family affairs"?

However, with the experience of dealing with Walker last time, and now facing the mayor, at least Ji Chuan knows how to ask for something besides polite words: "You are serious, it turns out that Ai Fan was having dinner with you that day, it seems that I Don't blame him, he didn't even tell me that you guys actually have business."

"No, no, it's just a gathering of old friends. We have a deep friendship with Lao Mo. Now that he is gone, I want to help take care of him." Cyrus waved his hands repeatedly, "Ivan is also a good boy , it will definitely be terrible in the future, I heard that I was hospitalized recently, so I have to worry about you."

Ji Chuan was startled, and felt an inexplicable sense of awkwardness. He didn't realize it until he finally returned to the office. Thinking about it now, it seemed that whether it was Walker or the mayor Cyrus today, they were all concerned about Ivan's every move. If you know it well, Walker doesn't matter. After all, the relationship is a little closer, but if you say that even the mayor knows about Ivan's hospitalization, it is definitely not easy.

Moreover, Ji Chuan is certain that, hearing what Cyrus said, he must know that he has a special relationship with Ivan, and he might even know how he came to Lance.

If you want to find a reason for all this, then [-]% of it is because of Ivan's ability, maybe they also know that Ivan's eyes are blind because of him...

After staying here for a long time, Ji Chuan has completely put aside his previous thinking habits of more than 20 years, and began to subconsciously trace the source, and unconsciously attribute the root cause of all subtle movements.

For example, he felt that it might really be time for him to leave.

Some words are thorns, and they stick to Ji Chuan's heart all the time. Every time when he is about to get used to it, he will accidentally find that the anesthetic has failed and he will wake up from the dream.

"Anyway, you always have to go, and he still has to turn back."

"She dreamed that you were pinching Ivan's eyes."

"Then Ivan chopped off those hands himself."

"The best is not necessarily the one who goes to the end together."

"It's fine if it's just for fun."

"It doesn't fit anywhere, just say that he can give birth to a child named Benson?"

"This is not the life you deserve, it's not fair to you."

"He owes you a pair of eyes. You don't have to feel guilty about throwing him away, because this is the most correct choice."

"And after that."

"everything will get better."

……

Ji Chuan sat in the office blankly for a long time. He knew Ai Fan's habit of putting things away. If he really wanted to look for them, he would definitely find what he wanted in Ai Fan's unlocked drawer.

In fact, sometimes I really miss home.

Ji Chuan couldn't help feeling that all the grievances he was suffering now were inexplicable, and everything was due to the fact that he was just an "outsider". This strange environment is still him.

When he came back to his senses, it was already dark outside, and the police station was quiet, and Old Dick didn't come up to remind him. He just sat in his security hall and watched the void, smoking a cigarette. Ji Chuan was grateful.

Ji Chuan: "You get off work, I'm sorry."

The time for the guards to change shifts is the time when the last person on the fourth floor walks out of the gate of the police station. I don't know who made the rules.

Old Dick nodded, and waved his hand to signal him to go first: "My wife won't let me smoke. I'll leave after smoking this one."

Ji Chuan remembered that the wind blew up that night, and he unconsciously wanted to hug himself tightly. He also remembered that he took a long detour to eat noodles in a very remote old neighborhood that day, and then started to find his way home .

Maybe he passed the Pavey Bridge, or maybe he didn’t. Ji Chuan can’t remember clearly, but he remembered seeing a street performer singing by a fountain that day. Ji Chuan couldn't move anymore.

There are quite a few street performers in Franks, whether it is a bustling urban area or a deserted street corner, you can always meet a few from time to time, but this is the first time Ji Chuan has heard Chinese.

Every note hit his heart clear and shallow, dull and bitter, but not heavy, and the melody and voice were in a strange harmony. Ji Chuan didn't understand music theory, but he could understand the words.

"Stubbornly singing bitter songs

Hear him drowned in the noise

you pick up the glass and say to yourself

A cup to the morning sun, a cup to the moonlight

Awaken my yearning and soften the cold window

So you can fly against the wind without looking back

Not afraid of rain in my heart and frost in my eyes

A cup to the hometown, a cup to the distance

Keeping my kindness urges me to grow

So the road from north to south is no longer long

The soul no longer has nowhere to rest"

A series of simple whistles made Ji Chuan finally remember where he was. There were many people passing by, but most of their eyes stayed on the colorful fountain behind Ji Chuan.

"A toast to tomorrow, a toast to the past

Support my body with heavy shoulders

Although I never believe in the so-called mountains and rivers

Life is too short to forget

A toast to freedom, a toast to death

Forgive my ordinary and dispel the confusion

Well, always scrawled out after dawn

Sober people are the most absurd

Well, always scrawled out after dawn

A sober man is the most absurd"

When the song was over and the man was about to leave, Ji Chuan immediately caught up with him and stopped him. This was one of the few times when he couldn't speak out of his head: "Aren't you going to sing?"

The man simply carried a guitar on his back and shook his head to leave.

"Sing two more songs." After Ji Chuan finished speaking, he realized what he had said.

He looked at his hand on the man's sleeve helplessly, he knew he shouldn't do this, but he couldn't do it, he felt as if as soon as he let go, something would never come back.

The man was finally willing to turn his head and look at the Chinese who was holding him back, and suddenly let out a nasty smile: "I'll sing again, what if you cry to death here."

Ji Chuan touched his eyes subconsciously, and the warm and moist touch made him froze in place immediately, and it took him a while to see the appearance of the man in front of him clearly.

A tall and thin man, wearing a peaked cap on his head, under the brim is a pair of thick jewel-like black eyes, and his sharp facial features are somewhat childish. Only then did Ji Chuan realize that what he saw in front of him was probably just a child .

"you……"

The boy looked at the gentle and harmless Oriental in front of him, and suddenly became interested after a few laps: "Why are you crying?"

Ji Chuan choked for a long time before he said, "Why do you know how to sing Chinese songs?"

The boy replied nonchalantly, "My dad is Chinese."

Ji Chuan tentatively switched to Chinese, completely unaware of the trembling in his words: "What's the name of the song you sang just now...it sounds good..."

The boy also spoke Chinese, but it was far from the standard of his singing pronunciation, but the words were very straightforward: "Just because you cried?"

Ji Chuan didn't mind the boy's bad attitude at all: "Can you tell me the name of this song?"

"It's only July [-]th now, and you'll find out by the end of July." The boy's mouth was full of childish naughtiness, not at all like the person who sang just now.

And the boy didn't seem to want to let him go easily: "Hey, you haven't told me why you are crying."

Ji Chuan shook his head in a daze.

The boy's sly eyes sparkled with interest: "If you tell me the reason, I will sing it to you again."

It’s not that Ji Chuan doesn’t want to say it. After all, it’s much easier to tell a complete stranger than to confide in an acquaintance. It’s just that he can’t say why: “I don’t know... maybe I’m homesick. ..."

The boy crossed his arms and was not satisfied with the answer, so Ji Chuan had no choice but to continue: "Lyrics, your lyrics gave me... the goosebumps haven't gone down yet, did you write the lyrics?"

The boy shook his head, looked at the oriental man who was about to burst out of his eyes with sadness, and finally took off the guitar he had memorized, and said leisurely: "I didn't write it, I just borrowed it, I'm here today I've been singing this song all night, and you're not the first to stop, but I should be the one to wait."