Hunting down the Northwest Wilderness

Liang Xu stayed in the ward until dusk.

Unexpectedly, Zou Rongze would wait for him outside. Mr. Zou leaned on the corridor, holding a delicate picture album in his arm.Seeing Liang Xu coming out, he waved gracefully to Liang Xu.

"—Brother Zou."

This sound shocked Zou Rongze: "Brother?"

Liang Xu was also confused, so he called Fang Lingshu according to his seniority: "Uncle Zou?"

"OK, OK, let's be big brother." Mr. Zou said with shame: "Why do you emphasize my age like this?"

The classic double-standard dog, he calls others "young", but refuses to be called old.

The two couldn't help laughing, they walked side by side to the garden, and walked through the autumn scenery of Chang'an all the way.

"Do you feel your hand?" Kevin looked at his bandaged hand: "It would be a pity if you can't hold the knife because of it."

Liang Xu shook his finger slightly at him: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't use your right hand. I'm left-handed, and my father forced me to change my right hand to use a knife. I still use my left hand for operations and experiments."

Kevin felt relieved: "If you don't want to be a doctor in the future, do you have any other plans?"

"Maybe I'll be a veterinarian." Liang Xuping said calmly, "Xiaoning likes animals. It shouldn't be difficult for me to be a veterinarian."

——Very positive idea, after all, there is a long time for him to learn slowly, Zou Rongze believes that with Liang Xu's intelligence, it is easy to learn anything.

"We waited for you for many days, thinking that you would never come again." He smiled slightly, "Lingshu called you a cruel bastard in the ward."

Liang Xu lowered his eyes slightly.

"...how about the spirit pivot?"

"It's nothing serious." Mr. Zou said in a brisk tone, "It's just that his face was burned. I was worried that his liver would rupture, and I found out that he was fine when he was sent to the hospital."

——No serious problem.

— only the face is burned.

Probably only those who love each other very much can be so open-minded.

Liang Xu felt sad: "It's because I didn't protect him well."

"You've tried your best." Zou Rongze said with a smile, "He didn't care much about it, but instead clamored to take the opportunity to have plastic surgery. I help him choose photos every day—I'm afraid he will be a popstar after plastic surgery."

Fang Lingshu was extremely excited, fantasizing himself to become the male god of hundreds of millions of young girls every day, and even fanning the flames with Zheng Meimei-Zheng Zong heard that Fang Guifei's beauty was damaged, so he recommended a plastic surgeon attentively.

"This clinic is very powerful, and it is second to none in the industry - actress Qin Nong, you know?" Mr. Zheng offered a treasure to Concubine Fang: "It is said that her eyes were made there, isn't it very natural?"

Fang Lingshu could imagine his amazing day!

Mr. Zheng strikes while the iron is hot: "Brother Fang, you are not interested in acting, but you can leave it to us to incubate Internet celebrities, and you must sign with our company—if you want to act, it's easy, let Mr. Zou bring you money to join the group, and guarantee a Years of fire, two years of actor, three years of being a god."

Really good at making friends and relatives, this is where the "brother" comes in!

Mr. Zou made them laugh and cry. If Zheng Meili really wanted to succeed in her tricks, wouldn't China want to produce a demon king of the Republic?

Thinking of him, he smiled: "He also said that he envied your high nose, and thought his nose bridge was not good-looking."

But Liang Xu couldn't forget the burns on his back: "...do I have to wear tights for a long time?"

"The wound hasn't healed yet, but he first picked a peach-skin color for himself." Zou Rongze touched the corner of his lips: "Don't you think this color is cute?"

Liang Xu felt even more guilty, he raised his head involuntarily: "Brother Zou—"

"Ok?"

"Although Lingshu is very noisy and his mouth is not forgiving, he has a really good heart." Liang Xu said sincerely: "You must cherish him, and hope that you will be together for a long time."

Zou Kaiwen looked at him in surprise: "Young man, what you said sounds like you met him before. Is this a blessing from a girlfriend, or a demonstration from a man?"

One sentence made Liang Xu blush: "I didn't... I was... I was happy for him."

Facing life positively, then any problem is not a big problem.

"Okay, okay, I'm not joking with you." Kevin laughed out loud, and he handed the picture album in his hand to Liang Xu: "This is the Weibo book of Lingshu. He heard that you came to the hospital today. Let me print it, and ask me to bring it to you."

Liang Xu was a little confused, so he opened the album.

The page was Fang Lingshu's page, but it definitely didn't look like something Fang Lingshu would write.Fang Lingshu can only post photos of women's clothing and show cute routines, but the content in the album is very weird.

They are all ancient poems in textbooks, some of them are Jing Ye Si, and some are after graduation.

The time began when he said goodbye to Luo Xiaoning and Hong Qingshan, and it was fixed on the day when he surrendered himself.

The content of the last day is very long, and there are tens of thousands of curious and confused comments below. Fans are discussing "why brother Xiaoxiu switched to classical style" in a daze.

Liang Xu understood that it was not written by Fang Lingshu.

This is the only nineteen ancient poems that Luo Xiaoning has ever learned—among the nineteen poems, he couldn't learn that there is a room full of water, and he couldn't learn that there are tall buildings in the northwest. For some reason, only this one is very familiar.

——Do it again and again.

Liang Xu still remembered that he accompanied Luo Xiaoning to write this poem silently, and both of them danced happily.

At this moment, he couldn't describe the trembling in his heart, and subconsciously touched the ink on the album with his hand.

Walk and walk again, separate from the king.

There are thousands of miles away, each in the end of the world.

The road is obstructed and long, and the meeting is safe.

Huma relies on the north wind, and the more the bird's nest branches south.

The day is far away, and the day is slowing down.

Floating clouds cover the day, and the wanderer does not want to return.

Sijun makes people old, and the years are suddenly too late.

Don't give up and don't go back, work hard to add meals.

I don't know what kind of mood Luo Xiaoning was in, and wrote this poem stroke by stroke.

"Thank you, Brother Zou." Liang Xu held back his tears and hugged the album in his arms: "Thank you, Lingshu, for me."

Zou Rongze patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

"There is something I wanted to tell you a long time ago." Mr. Zou said softly, "You, Xiaoning, and Lingshu have different personalities, but the principles of doing things are very similar—always thinking about others, I seldom think about myself. But to torture myself is to make the one I love sad."

"In the days to come, think more about yourself, cherish yourself, and cherish other people's thoughts."

"Long and long, the prayer of the Chinese people." He looked up at the sunset in Chang'an: "This blessing is also for you."

There is a majestic sunset in the sky, which is the yellow sand in the autumn wind covering the sunset, reflecting the unique bronze sunset glow in the Northwest.

Qiuhong flapped his wings and headed south.

Parting is because I know that when autumn goes, spring returns.

——The road is obstructed and long, and the meeting can be known.

——Abandon donations and don’t go back to the road, try to add meals.

The day of the trial is fast approaching, and before that, all the wounded have received more or less medical treatment.Of course, the police should give meticulous treatment, and the defendant should also protect the basic right to life.

Luo Guishuang was also rescued, and the police sent him to the hospital with indescribable emotions. No one would let him die comfortably in the hospital.

He should stand trial alive to be shot.

Luo Guishuang suffered more from the days of treatment than from the trial, which may be another kind of subtle delay.

These are not enough to vent the hatred in everyone's hearts.Fang Lingshu had a bad stomach, and he instructed many criminal police officers to be interviewed in the hospital.

Luo Guishuang considers himself a legend. His only hope in the hospital is to get an interview to talk about his murderous thoughts. During the ten-day long treatment process, countless reporters flocked to his hospital, but no one came. to his ward.

——Of course the reporters had received orders from the General Administration and did not dare to set foot in the restricted area, but in Luo Guishuang's eyes, this was another matter.

The friends of the criminal investigation center also followed Fang Lingshu as a demon, and they acted outside the ward.Yue Pingping pretended to be a female reporter, carrying a video camera, stepping on high heels, and walked to the door of the ward. The handsome little doctor accompanied her to play tricks.

The little doctor was surprised: "Oh, reporter Yue, are you here to interview the murderer? I thought no one would come!"

Yue Pingping refused arrogantly: "What is there to interview? Please take me to Captain Ouyang Rui."

Luo Guishuang tossed and turned in the ward, who cares about him?The little doctor followed Yue Pingping, and everyone left with laughter.

This matter was known by Li Jianli, and the criminal investigation center was severely criticized.

"Boring! Low-level!" Li Jiancheng pointed at his nose and cursed: "I haven't finished a bunch of work! Let me vent my anger here!"

Although the young policemen were being scolded, they were secretly happy. Don't say that Fang Lingshu is reliable for doing bad things. This really hurt Luo Guishuang to death.

What tortured Rose Shuang was not the film kings of the criminal investigation center, but the twisted anxiety in his heart.

"We didn't accept the interview either, are we feeling uncomfortable?" Fang Lingshu said with a smile: "He wanted to add a play himself, blame us for acting?"

Sao operation, everyone called Fang Ge frantically.

——In less than two days, they were praised by Li Chengli with a blushing face.

Because of the unbearable suffering and no one to confide in, Luo Guishuang actually explained all the facts of the case in one go.

The facts of the crime he confessed, together with the testimony of Zhu Tongbiao and Liang Xu, constitute a conclusive chain of evidence, together with Luo Xiaoning's testimony to Feng Cuiying, the chain of evidence is complete.

Luo Xiaoning is indeed not stupid, he did not report alone, but forced Feng Cuiying to give evidence in front of the police, so the evidence is so conclusive that Feng Cuiying cannot deny it.

The seven homicides in the Jinchuan case have finally come to light, and public prosecution will be filed soon.

"You kids, if you want to do something next time, you have to ask the bureau for instructions first, do you understand?" Li Jiancheng was really helpless and confused: "Hurry up and work hard, take over my shift, I really can't take you , a group of live monkeys!"

With a clever strategy, everyone danced wildly in the WeChat group.

"Just ask you if I'm 6 or not." Although Brother Fang couldn't meet his comrades in person, he was able to brag coquettishly with his mobile phone in the ward.

The WeChat group was submerged in 6 characters, and the WeChat group was renamed "The Most Sixth Room Spiritual Pivot in the Universe".

Only Mr. Zou was so busy that he had to arrange a lawyer for Liang Xu, and at the same time contact Luo Xiaoning for medical parole.

The wife's order is like an imperial decree, Fang Lingshu said "Go, husband", and Mr. Zou acted with honey in his mouth.

On the day of the court session, the crowds were empty, but Kevin rushed back from the court to the hospital, bringing Fang Lingshu's favorite big cherries with him.

"You really bought it?" Fang Lingshu was surprised.

"There's a lot of wind and sand outside." Kevin took off his windbreaker in the living room, fearing that the dust would be brought into the ward: "It's like a storm in Texas. Oh, don't worry, it's clean after washing, and I'll help you pick out the core."

Fang Lingshu held his face and smiled: "Oh my mother, this is really the treatment of a noble concubine!"

Lying back on the hospital bed, he thought about his face again: "It's really hard to choose, I want to pad my nose and open my eyes!" He held up two photos of celebrities to Mr. Zou: "Which one is it? Zhong Yue or Zhong Yue?" poplar?"

Kevin looked back at him quietly, as if he wanted to see the scar across his cheek disappear without a trace.

"Chinese stars, I don't know much about them." He said, "This is fine now, you are too beautiful, I can't handle it."

Fang Lingshu glared at him.

Mr. Zou then touched his nose: "Both are very handsome, it's too difficult to choose."

Fang Lingshu glared at him again.

Mr. Zou digs the cherry pit helplessly: "It's okay to say that celebrities are good-looking, and it's also okay to say that you are good-looking. Don't I have a third way?"

Fang Lingshu kicked him coquettishly: "Does your coquettish talk be eaten by dogs? You should brag about why you made it like this? You are much prettier than them!"

They looked at each other and smiled, put down the photo, sweetly, and went to eat cherries again.

"How is Liang Xu?" Fang Lingshu said softly, "Have you been prosecuted?"

Zou Kaiwen sat down beside him: "I hired a team of lawyers from Beijing for him, and he will definitely survive."

—in the high wall.

"He is still young. According to Chinese law, he may have a free life in a few years." Zou Kaiwen held his hand: "You saved him."

"One can only save himself," Fang Lingshu said, "but I should have met him sooner."

——If we could meet earlier.

No case is without wind and ripples, but to trace its cause and effect, there are always too many ifs.

If Luo Xiaoning could recover his memory sooner, if Liang Xu could trust Fang Zhengjun's promise, if Lu Shigang could understand that seeking skin from a tiger would bring disaster to himself, if Luo Guishuang could find out with every ounce of conscience.

Or, if Jinchuan County was not so poor, if the anger in Shachang Village could be properly resolved, if Luo Guishuang and the others had not embarked on the death journey to Burma.

Everything is a scar that time will never heal.It is full of the difference between good and evil, and also full of the mockery and tenderness of fate.

All the missteps and missteps paid for a fresh life that could never be revived again, the long-lasting blood cloud in the sky of Chang'an, and the distorted life of the Jinchuan case generation.

And good and evil are always wrestling in the gap between ifs. In the 15 years of bumpy progress, there are no ifs, but there is still faith and tenderness, love, friendship, family affection that bring hope, and a courageous spirit that never gives up. Chi.

People are always willing to imagine what if, life can be rewritten like a story, and there is a hand that can turn back the hour hand somewhere.

——if so.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the yellow sand is rolling in. Just today, at the other end of the city, the Jinchuan serial murder case opened for public trial.All the guilty and martyred will receive the judgment they deserve.

This bloody case full of life and death and hatred will eventually draw its heavy and sighing curtain.

The wind and sand filled the air, and it was difficult to hide the blue sky.

"Your father also went to the court just now, and he asked me about you." Zou Kaiwen gathered the cherry pits on the plate: "Ask what your plans are next."

"I plan to become a national male god and enter the entertainment circle."

Kevin smacked his head with a smile.

"He said that he will support whatever you choose, but you, Director Li, want to keep you very much, and are embarrassed to mention it to me."

"Let me be myself for the time being." Fang Lingshu stretched his waist: "When I can take the plane, I want to go back to Texas with you to play and see the willow trees we planted. Retire after finishing the work, the police I won’t do it, but if there are major cases in Chang’an in the future—”

"Are you still coming back to help?"

"That's what I said." Fang Lingshu cast his eyes on the sky filled with yellow sand: "I hope that from now on, there will be no second Jinchuan case."

——I wish there would never be a Jinchuan case in the world.

The autumn wind blows through their windows and the streets of this ancient city. This wind still carries the sand of the Han Dynasty and the soil of the Tang Dynasty, and flows through the former Suzaku Street, West Market and East Market, and the ancient city day and night.

The yellow sand comes from the wilderness in the northwest, and it buries countless traces of time, and it will also bury a lot of enmity and sin, a lot of love and sincerity, a lot of anger distorted by injustice, and a lot of truth that is patient for peace.

No matter how much pain and sorrow it is, it will eventually drift away with the rolling yellow sand.

But the axiom will never be buried by time and dust.

It is like the terracotta warriors of King Qin and the spring willows of Baqiao. One day, it will break through the ground.

The author has something to say: the trial results and interpretation are in the postscript, and 800 words are included as a bonus!

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