spirits in throat

Cao Lulu had been in prison for half a year for illegal loan sharking, and she had already assumed all the legal responsibilities that should have been borne. Wang Hui's death was not directly caused by her, so she was released after cooperating with the police investigation.

Cao Lulu didn't go home directly, but stood at the gate of the city bureau, sprayed some perfume on her body, took out foundation and lipstick to touch up her makeup, and poked her head to look inside.

"Officer Zhou," Cao Lulu called Zhou Ye who came out of the gate of the Municipal Bureau, and said with a smile as she walked over, "I've been waiting for you for a while."

Zhou Ye pointed to himself uncertainly: "Wait for me?"

Cao Lulu nodded her head, looked at Rong Zhao who was standing aside, who obviously had a bad face, and didn't dare to provoke her at all.

She whispered to Zhou Ye: "Can I take a step to talk?"

Zhou Ye didn't want to be pestered, he just wanted to go home quickly, so he walked to the side: "Hurry up, what's the matter."

Cao Lulu looked at Zhou Ye and said in a low voice, "I just want to ask, how can a general disappearance case be transferred from the branch bureau to the city bureau?"

Zhou Ye frowned: "Why are you asking this?"

"Your city bureau is very efficient, and it only took half a day to find out Wang Hui's identity," Cao Lulu continued, "My boyfriend has been missing for a long time, and the branch bureau keeps us waiting every day. It's been a year , There is no news at all, and I don’t even know if I am dead or alive.”

Zhou Ye explained as patiently as possible: "Whether it is the city bureau or the branch bureau, they will do their best to help the masses."

Cao Lulu turned her head and glanced at Rong Zhao who was standing by the side of the road, and saw that the other party was looking at the sunset in the sky, not paying attention to their side at all.

She straightened her chest, her voice became softer, and said in a low voice, "Just do me a favor, I can do whatever you want me to do." As she spoke, she stuck herself on Zhou Ye's body, the implication was obvious.

"Elder Sister, respect yourself," Zhou Ye stepped aside and sternly refused, "The people's police don't take this kind of thing."

Seeing Zhou Ye's gloomy face, Cao Lulu didn't dare to post any more, and said embarrassingly, "It's fine if you don't want to."

Zhou Ye raised his foot to leave, and asked casually, "To put it bluntly, you don't look like a loyal woman. Why do you care so much about a boyfriend who has been missing for a year?"

Cao Lulu put away the pretentious obsequiousness just now, and became like a pure little woman in love, her eyes shone slightly, and she said in a low voice: "Probably owed him in the previous life, I can't do it."

"I'm not dissolute. I just use my body to seduce others. I really can't do anything about it. I used to make a living as a loan shark, and I followed crooked ways. I can't think of any noble ways," Cao Lulu tilted her head. , pursed his lower lip, "Just now, I'm sorry."

Zhou Ye didn't have a good impression of Cao Lulu. Cao Lulu was not a participant in the Guan family extermination case, but she was definitely a promoter.

But we can't completely blame her, because even without her, Wang Hui would have looked for other ways of borrowing money.

In the final analysis, the most damned thing was Wang Hui who threw the inkstone at Guan Xu's father.

Zhou Ye walked up to Rong Zhao, and walked side by side towards the subway station.

Rong Zhao was dressed in black, and when he walked, he lowered his eyebrows slightly, quietly, as if he was enclosed in another world.

He didn't seem to be in a good mood. In the past, when Zhou Ye saw him like this, he always teased and flirted with him to see if he got angry or blushed.

At this time Zhou Ye didn't make a sound, just walked beside Rong Zhao silently, grabbed his wrist when crossing the road, led him across the zebra crossing, and then let go of him.

After getting off the subway, it was already dark, and the street lights in the alleys around Shilian Road were not very bright.

The alley in front of him was even narrower, only enough for one person to pass through. Rong Zhao walked in front with deep eyes, no one knew what he was thinking.

Zhou Ye walked behind, looked at Rong Zhao's back, wanted to go up to hug him, opened his arms and put them down silently.

Rong Zhao walked forward stepping on the shadow projected on the bluestone road, frowning slightly.Although Wang Hui, who participated in the massacre of the Guan family, had been burned to a charred corpse, this ending was actually unfair to him.

He didn't kill people with his own hands, nor was he subject to any legal sanctions. It's really disgusting that he died like this, and he lived and died with the Guan family's house.

Rong Zhao looked up at the dark and dull sky, as if he had a breath stuck in his chest, unable to swallow it or spit it out.

Zhou Ye walked to the door of the flower shop at the entrance of the alley, and the proprietress brought out an iron bucket from inside, and the brightest flowers were opened in the bucket.

The proprietress looked at Zhou Ye who was parked at the door: "I remember you, you are the policeman who came to arrest people before."

Zhou Ye looked among various flowers: "Is there any flower that can make people feel better when they look at it?"

Zhou Ye doesn't have any experience in love, the way to make his sweetheart happy is nothing more than cooking him delicious food, or playing lip service.

The proprietress said while arranging the flowers: "Is it for your lover?"

Zhou Ye nodded, and seriously repeated what the proprietress said: "Yes, send it to my lover."

The proprietress took out a red rose from the tin bucket: "Although roses are vulgar, bright red is the most common and cheapest, but nothing can represent love more than it."

"As expected of a flower seller, he can talk." Zhou Ye squatted down, looked at the bucket of flowers in front of him, and picked out a flower that was in full bloom.

The proprietress picked out a flower that hadn't fully bloomed yet: "You have to pick this one, take it back tonight, it will bloom tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and you can appreciate it for several days, like the one in your hand, it has already bloomed, and the petals will bloom tomorrow If it sags, it won't look good."

Zhou Ye shook his head and smiled: "He's not in a good mood today, I don't want to wait for tomorrow, I want to let him see the most beautiful and the most beautiful now."

Zhou Ye picked out all the red roses that were in full bloom in the flower shop, and picked 99 of them. They were not allowed to be bandaged, and asked the proprietress for a glass bottle, and put the flowers in it.

Before leaving, I saw a line of words written on the billboard in front of the store: "Valentine's Day flower orders are accepted."

Zhou Ye paused, Valentine's Day is almost here.

Rong Zhao had already gone home, and he didn't even notice when Zhou Ye disappeared.

He opened the door and went in, stood by the window and looked towards the direction of the half-mountain in the distance for a while, took a shower and went to bed.

Zhou Ye opened the door with a large bouquet of flowers in his arms and came in. He saw Rong Zhao lying motionless on the bed, facing the wall.

He put the flowers on the table, turned and went to the kitchen to cook porridge.

Soon, the smell of millet pumpkin porridge wafted out of the pot. With the addition of pear juice and rock sugar, the room was full of sweetness.

Rong Zhao sat up from the bed, still a little dizzy, the first thing he saw was a large bouquet of blooming roses, as bright and enthusiastic as fire: "Where did you get the money to buy flowers?"

Zhou Ye turned off the fire, took off the apron on his body, walked over and said, "Didn't I say that when I was in the casino, I won money to buy flowers for you."

Rong Zhao put on his slippers and walked to the table: "Isn't it to attract loan sharks, did you lose everything?"

While serving porridge, Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao through the dense heat: "I kept it secretly. I said I would give it to you, and I will definitely give it to you."

Rong Zhao took one out of the vase and looked at it in front of his eyes: "Then you mean what you say."

Zhou Ye came over with porridge: "Of course, I will do what I told you."

"In the ice room of the funeral parlor, I also said to take you to taste the roast chicken made by my grandma. When the time is right, I will definitely take you there."

Rong Zhao himself almost forgot about it, he took the spoon from Zhou Ye and sat down at the table.

Zhou Ye sat opposite Rong Zhao, he didn't eat it himself, while watching Rong Zhao eat it, he said, "When I was shopping for flowers just now, I saw that Valentine's Day is coming, do you have any plans for that day?"

Rong Zhao raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Ye: "There is no arrangement, so what should I do?" He didn't even know when Valentine's Day was.

Zhou Ye smiled: "It means, stay with me."

What Zhou Ye said is correct, whether Rong Zhao is at work or at home, he is always with him.

After Rong Zhao finished his porridge, he carried the roses on the table to his bedside table, went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and then lifted the quilt to go to bed.

Zhou Ye didn't bother Rong Zhao anymore, after taking a shower, he went back to his creaking bed, opened the hypnotic artifact "Dream of Red Mansions" that Rong Zhao had brought, and read it.

Rong Zhao was lying on the bed, looking up at a rose falling from a vase.

The whole flower is in full bloom, red like a ball of fire, and under the light of the petal table lamp, it shows a slight orange color, which makes it even more vigorous.

It was as if the night when the house was burned down, the flames lit up half the sky.Tongues of red and white flames devoured every plant and tree in the house.

The house is gone, but the flowers can bloom for a long time, just like the photo he hid in the pillow, which will never fade.

Rong Zhao stared at the bouquet of roses for a long time, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Only then did he realize that Zhou Ye had fallen asleep, and the "Dream of Red Mansions" was hanging by his hand, and it was about to fall to the floor.

Rong Zhao got up, put away the book in Zhou Ye's hand, and helped him pick up the kicked quilt to cover him.

He looked down at the person on the bed, this was the first time he saw Zhou Ye sleeping.

I found that he is much more handsome when his mouth is closed and not talking than when he is awake.

His neckline was slightly open, revealing the rough collarbone line, and the bite mark on his arm was only a faint mark, which would completely disappear within two days.

Rong Zhao returned to his bed, and took out the family photo from under the pillow.

He couldn't sleep, his mind was full of Wang Hui, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see Wang Hui grabbing an inkstone and throwing it at his father. That face was more ferocious than the burned face lying on the dissecting table.

Rong Zhao turned over several times, tossing and turning on the bed.

In the early hours of the morning, I was still sleepless.

Rong Zhao got up and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhou Ye who was sleeping soundly from a distance of three meters.

He got up and walked to Zhou Ye's bed, and lay down quietly with his back to him.

Not wanting to wake the other party up, almost half of Rong Zhao's body was outside the bed. Fortunately, Zhou Ye turned over and left half of the space for him.

Rong Zhao turned his head to look at Zhou Ye, who was sleeping soundly, and didn't even notice that there was someone else beside him.

Listening to the even breathing of the person next to the pillow, Rong Zhao slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know when I fell asleep, and I had no dreams all night.Like last night, I slept very soundly.

Rong Zhao seemed to have set a temporary biological clock for himself, waking up before Zhou Ye woke up.

He got up quietly, and although he was very careful, the bed creaked twice, but fortunately Zhou Ye didn't notice it.

Standing by the bed, Rong Zhao bent over, lightly flattened the folds of the bed sheet that he had laid out bit by bit, and tidied the pillows, pretending that he had never been here before.

He looked at Zhou Ye who was lying on the other side of the bed. He was still in the original sleeping position, facing the wall, and the position of his hands and feet had not changed.

Hearing the sound of Rong Zhao walking into the bathroom, Zhou Ye opened his eyes and moved his sore and almost stiff limbs.