Hunting down the Northwest Wilderness

They talked about the case all night, and at the end of the talk, Fang Lingshu fell asleep holding the phone.

He is really tired.

In his dream, he heard the sound of rain in the distance. Is it raining in Chang'an, or is it raining in Kevin's place?

It was really going to rain, and it rained all the way to his eyes.

There are too many things separating them, nationality in the past, and now mountains and seas, day and night, separated by twelve hours that are hard to catch.

Many things are like the gap between yesterday and today, such as the gap between today and tomorrow. Once a choice is made, there is no turning back.

Mr. Zou’s name was dignified and elegant, and he was called Zou Rongze—she picked hibiscus in the river, and the orchids were full of fragrant grasses.This name is deeply rooted in his ancestors, but he himself does not value this Chinese meaning very much. Friends simply call him "Zou Kaiwen".

He is nine years older than Fang Lingshu and works for the FBI.This person is very talented, just like the FBI agent in the movie, he has a string of fancy degrees and titles, but all of them are real talents, not dazzling embellishments.His father ran several ranches in Texas and was also a leader among the local Chinese.

"Why did you leave your family business to do this?" Fang Lingshu asked him back then, "Your family is so rich."

"FBI, every American has a heroic dream." Kevin replied: "For my country, I dedicate my meager strength. Besides, if I met you as the son of a rancher, you probably wouldn't So easy to deal with me."

"Fart." Fang Lingshu laughed, "That's because you came to give us a lecture."

He is an out-and-out ABC, with the blood of the Stars and Stripes flowing in his bones, and he has never regarded himself as a descendant of Yanhuang.Huaxia only gave him the face of a yellow race, and it was impossible to assimilate his understanding of the nation.

But they look alike after all.Like many dewy love affairs during their study abroad, they came together because of similar skin color and the same major, and fell in love with each other because of common interests.

Fang Lingshu still remembers their first official date, Kevin took him to Los Angeles to watch figure skating.

Fang Lingshu was surprised: "How do you know I like watching this?"

Kevin didn't say how long he had been preparing, just smiled and touched his nose: "I think you must like it." He added: "This interest matches you very well."

In this line of work, if you can't even detect the hobby of chasing objects, you might as well go home and wash your feet.

Fang Lingshu also laughed. The two of them are criminal investigators, and they don't know where it fits with figure skating.

The game that day was worth the price of admission, but Fang Lingshu's favorite player failed to win the championship.He likes female contestant B, but it is female contestant A who comes out on top in the end.

Seeing his pouting, Kevin couldn't help laughing, "Are you B's diehard?"

"That's not true, it's just that A always disappoints me."

"Americans like A very much, and she is more popular all over the world."

Fang Lingshu glanced at him: "I think figure skating is a competitive sport in the final analysis, and then art. A's performance always pursues stability—for example, after she jumps, she will make an excited expression, but that Jumping is not difficult for her at all."

Kevin looked at him with a smile.

"It's obviously easy to do, but the performance is very excited. This expression is not sincere at all. But B's choreography is much better. Her jump is so difficult. After the dance, the audience also feels excited. That excited expression is The true feelings of the unity of man and nature are revealed." Fang Lingshu looked at the white ice rink from a distance: "I like pure things, and I don't like deliberate performances. A is like an actor to me, and I prefer to watch B's Performance, that's the art of sportsmanship."

"But A never makes a mistake."

"As an athlete, you don't even have the spirit to challenge mistakes. How can you talk about being taller, faster and stronger?" Fang Lingshu plausibly said, "It's like our profession. If you are afraid of death and difficulty, how can you talk about upholding justice? Woolen cloth?"

He talked here and there, talking a lot in eloquence, until he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He turned his head, and Kevin was looking at him the whole time, smiling so hard his eyes rolled.

"Sorry." Fang Lingshu felt embarrassed: "Sometimes when I talk, I can't stop the brakes—that is, I talk too much."

"No, no." Kevin approached him and hugged him suddenly: "You are cuter than I imagined."

Both blushed inexplicably.

Yes, in front of Kevin, he is more cheerful than ever, that is cheerful without a mask, and does not need to disguise himself for the comfort of others.He doesn't have to hide his sexuality, his hobbies, or pretend to be "normal."

To him, Zou Rongze is not only a good teacher and helpful friend, but also an object of admiration.

There is nothing more gratifying than being embraced and loved by the object of admiration.

The joy is yet to come.

They walked endlessly on the streets of Los Angeles that day, first talking about figure skating, and then inevitably turning to professional topics.They talked about all kinds of horrific murders, first in a coffee shop, then in a bar, and finally sitting on the side of the road.

"Like the case just mentioned, I always felt that his tactics could be more perfect. He killed too many people, and he was insane. Who can be blamed for being caught?" Fang Lingshu spoke nonsense.

"Yes, humility makes people progress, and pride makes people lag behind. This person is too arrogant, so he was finally arrested by the pig-like police." Mr. Zou was not to be outdone, and even the police in his home country also complained.

How should I say this, thanks to all the perverts who have killed so many people, have they found a common language?

No no, this is too bloody.

Passers-by walked around them, wondering if they should call the police, there are two suspected psychopaths on the fucking roadside.

In short, at the end of the talk, both of them drank a lot of wine, their voices were hoarse, and they sat on the side of the road watching the moon.

Kevin pondered for a long time, and asked implicitly: "Now I'll give you a question, I want to test your judgment ability."

Fang Lingshu turned his drunken eyes and looked at him with sparkle.

"Lingshu, take a guess, why did I bring you to Los Angeles?"

Fang Lingshu thought seriously for a long time, then he said with his tongue out, "I can't answer that."

"...Answer, be brave."

"No, if I answer, it seems that I am too unreserved." Fang Lingshu smirked: "If the answer is wrong, you will despise me."

"Then I'll give you a failing grade."

Fang Lingshu then grabbed him: "No, then I'll say it."

Kevin was also drunk, looking at him with a smile.

"What about you, take me to Los Angeles, there's no way, go back that night." Fang Lingshu put his head in his arms: "So it's too obvious, you want to fuck me."

The words were too rough and frivolous, Mr. Zou frowned.

He helped Fang Lingshu up, and squatted down on the asphalt opposite him.Like a criminal interrogation, he said seriously and rigorously: "You may be drunk, and here I should take responsibility for making you drunk. But what you are facing now is a very important conversation. Mr. Fang Lingshu, As a trained and future criminal investigator, I believe you should have the ability to clearly understand the conversation of others under alcohol paralysis."

Fang Lingshu realized that he might have said something wrong.Ashamed and sad, he stood up.

Mr. Zou held him down.

"You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say now will be remembered in my heart, and will become a forerunner and witness of our future life."

Both of them felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, Mr. Zou was concentrating on it, while Fang Lingshu was terrified.

Zou Rongze changed his mother tongue, and he stated aloud in an extremely solemn written language:

"Here, let me explain to you the motivation of my conversation—we have known each other for half a year, and today is the 180th day of our acquaintance. Young Mr. Fang, during these 180 days, I have deeply admired you, but Due to my status as a friend and the relationship between teachers and students, it is impossible for you to clearly accept my love. I am afraid that if tonight passes, I will miss a good opportunity, and I am afraid that confessing at this moment will be self-defeating.

A week before I asked you out, I was worried that you would decline this official date for various reasons.You not only promised me, but also dressed up carefully, which surprised me very much.To tell you the truth, even in the three hours we've just spent, I've been hesitating and thinking about a proper, foolproof way to confess my love.

Yes, I want to correct your imprecise statement just now, I am not trying to 'spot you', but I am solemnly courting you. "

As he spoke, he held up Fang Lingshu's hand.

"As the founding father stated in the Declaration of Independence: 'All men are created equal, and their Creator endows them with certain inalienable rights, including the rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.' Before love, we They are equal to each other and cannot be viewed as past lecturers and students. Therefore, I will exercise my natural human rights and pursue the freedom and happiness that you and I deserve."

Then, after thinking for a while, he was afraid that Fang Lingshu could not understand the most clear part, so he switched back to Chinese:

"I was born in Texas, and my folks are conservative, so the following request will not be offensive to you, but I still want to say-I prudently and sincerely request that you, from this moment on, be my constant and only partner, spiritually, And physically. You can simply understand it as a 'boyfriend', but I regard this relationship as a prerequisite for marriage. I hope you can accept my feelings with 12 points of sincerity. I make this invitation because I'm sure you feel the same way about me."

Fang Lingshu was stunned.

Kevin may have been tired from squatting, so he changed to kneeling on one knee: "Next, it's your answer."

"Kevin Zou, maybe you are sick?"

"...Are you rejecting me?"

"No, is it enough to just say that you like to miss the date? Do you have to make it so complicated? I fucking thought you were interrogating me!"

Also involved the father of the country, did the father of the country teach you to squat on the side of the road and make a long confession?Jefferson's coffin board is going to be unstoppable!

"No, don't make trouble first." Kevin hugged him: "You have to give me a clear answer, yes or no. Because I am in a drunk state now, I may not be able to control and want to have further relations with you. You Need to calm me down and make me understand what my next step is."

You are a fucking qualified FBI!

Fang Lingshu looked at him like a criminal in love with a smirk: "Yes."

"You have to repeat—forgive me for being drunk now—is that all right?"

"can."

"Anything, is it okay? Including spending a good night with me?"

"Okay!" Fang Lingshu said with a smile: "You've finished talking, and you still want me to say shit?" Then he said: "What should I do, I'm so happy now."

Both of them giggled.

There was no one on the side of the road, and some people probably laughed madly at them.

They had a very long sweet kiss under the street lamp in the middle of the night.

Those nearly three years of studying abroad are very good memories.So much so that Fang Lingshu got carried away and felt that he could entrust his beloved man for life.

A good man is indeed a good man, and the bad one is himself, and he cannot be trusted for life.

He has things to do, and he has to remember why he came to America.He came with a belief that he could not marry and live in the United States irresponsibly.

In fact, this idea itself is quite irresponsible.If he is responsible for his ideals, he must not be responsible for love.

Before parting, Kevin asked him again: "Do you have to go back?"

"Yes." Fang Lingshu held back his tears and tried to relax his emotions: "I hope you can forgive me."

Kevin didn't keep him. After a long silence, he said, "I respect your choice."

If this is a romance novel, Fang Lingshu thought, they can throw everything away and go directly to the sweet finale, where the career line is just a matter of talking about it, and the police are just a gimmick, so that everyone can enjoy it .

But it is not a novel, but an unavoidable real life.Love plays a very small part in our lives.The more you pursue, the less room there is for love.

That night was extraordinarily long.They lay side by side, holding hands, talking a thousand words, and finally had nothing to say.

The next day, Kevin sent him to the airport.

"I hope you will keep in touch with me after you return home. Maybe I can be of some help to you."

Fang Lingshu didn't dare to contact him frequently.In fact, before returning to China, he was also hesitant, because the Jinchuan case had been silent for too long, and he might not get the chance to participate in it.

Unexpectedly, the opportunity finally came.It presented itself in front of him as a new murder.

If given the choice, Fang Lingshu would rather not have this opportunity.There is nothing worse than an old case followed by a new case.

For some unknown reason, he still contacted Zou Rongze.

This kind of behavior is really shameful. When he needs him, he can't help but want to contact him. At other times, he has to avoid him, so as not to rekindle his old feelings.He wanted to seek his advice, but he didn't dare to call him. He only sent a detailed and long email, and hoped that the other party would reply him by email.

The same is true for the other party. Before he sent this email, they had not communicated with each other for two months.

This is the mental retardation of love. They are far away from each other, but they are trying to avoid each other in a boring way.

And now, once they're connected, they're a little out of control.

"Tomorrow night, your tomorrow night, I'll call you again," Kevin said.

Fang Lingshu longed to hear his voice, it was like a relapse, once it started it couldn't stop.

On the other side of the ocean that he didn't know, Zou Rongze was also contacting his friends.

"I thought, I really need immigration."

"Is it these two years?"

"Yes... I'm almost at the end of my retirement."

The other party was not very surprised, but patiently persuaded: "Your status and occupation may not be convenient for immigration. The US side will think that you have the tendency to defect, while the Chinese side will question whether you entered the country as a spy."

Kevin laughed dumbfounded: "I'm not a big shot."

"It's not about making movies. It's because you are a small person that you are easily questioned."

"Questions are inevitable, so I came to you to discuss and seek a simple and fast process."

"Why did you mention this all of a sudden?" The other party scratched his head, "Just because of your babyface?"

"you can say it this way."

"You're too impulsive." The other party was speechless: "It's been two years, and you haven't found another home yet?"

"There is no next home." Kevin held his forehead: "I came to you for business, not for emotional counseling."

"Really, I can't figure you out." The other person sat down and motioned for Kevin to sit down: "China doesn't allow same-sex marriage, so what's the use of you going there?"

Kevin nodded: "If I don't even have the courage to go to him, why should I persuade him to marry me?"

The other side burst into laughter: "You are really a top-notch romanticist."

Kevin laughed too.

"Speaking of which, what about your father's property? Do you want to donate love to Texas for free?"

"My father is still in good health, and there is no need to consider the distribution of the estate for 20 years." Kevin disagreed: "If you ask him about the inheritance once, I'm afraid he will directly fight you."

"Well, you are right about everything, let me think of a way." His friend scratched his head and scratched his head: "It's really a gamble, does your babyface know?"

"You don't understand." After a moment, Kevin said, "I always feel like I'm going to lose him."

"You have lost him." The other side laughed.

"No, it has nothing to do with feelings, not that kind of loss." Kevin said slowly: "This feeling is very disturbing. I have to go to him as soon as possible."