conspirator's love

After half an hour of the appointed time, a figure flashed in hastily, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Dialect, who was happily playing the game, shook his body and dropped his phone to his feet. "no problem, no problem."

As she said, she lowered her head to pick it up, and just happened to meet the person on the opposite side who also stretched out her hand. She raised her head, and the person in front of her was very energetic, especially a pair of eyes, black and white. He had a crew cut, and his hair was still a little wet. The skin is a healthy bronze, "Sorry, I scared you, here is your phone."

"Officer Xiao Qin?" Fang Yan asked.

"Call me Qin Mo." He snorted his hair, "I'm sorry, I have a temporary task, so I was delayed."

Dialect saw that he was not wearing a uniform, but was wearing a large gray T-shirt with letters and ripped jeans. He asked curiously, "What mission? Oh, if you don't mind, just say it."

"It's nothing. It's just that someone was drunk and made trouble. We called the police, but we couldn't control the situation and accidentally fell into the river."

"Did the drunk person fall into the river?" Fang Yan blinked, feeling that Qin Mo's expression was too succinct, and she didn't understand it at all.

"No, I was pushed into the river by a drunken rioter." He laughed a little awkwardly.

Only then did Dialect understand why he couldn't explain clearly, and couldn't help laughing.

She carefully looked at Police Officer Qin's eyebrows and outlines, bust and waistline, and the lower body was blocked by the table, so it was inconvenient to look at it again, and finally came to a conclusion: "I heard from Feng Lu that you lived in this district when you were young? I met you Is it? I don't have any impression."

Officer Qin has a wealth of experience in police operations. He has caught thieves and beaten hooligans. Facing her eyes like a B-ultrasound, he has no fear. Face in the river.

"Oh, in order to take care of my grandma, my dad applied to be transferred to the police station in the North District, so our whole family lived in grandma's house before, but after grandma passed away, my dad retired, so we all moved back." He scratched his head , "Does my appearance have no characteristics, so you have no impression. I do have a good impression of you."

"Uh, I heard, a runny-nosed crybaby." The dialect was full of black lines, and he felt that Qin Mo's taste was too heavy rather than his lackluster appearance.

"Did you learn to draw when you were a teenager?" Qin Mo looked at the dialect.

"I learned sketching for a while during the holidays," Fang Yan recalled that he was drawing shadows with plaster every day, and he was almost perfect in drawing, because it was completely different from the romantic painter he imagined, so he gave up after learning for a while .

"I remember you walked past my window all day with your portfolio on your back, with two braids hopping around your shoulders."

"Is that me?" Dialect guided him, "I remember Feng Lu was learning painting with me at that time."

"It should be you, you two have a big size and a small size, and you can tell from the back. I thought at the time that this is how a runny-nosed crybaby grows up, so I remembered it."

"Okay," Fang Yan thought to herself, how much love debts I have unknowingly incurred, it's not because I didn't report that the time has not come, but because I am too ostentatious, she poked the pear on her face with her finger Vortex, I wonder if this nest is not well-growth, too attractive.

Seeing her stupid look, Qin Mo felt relieved. It seems that she is not a female hooligan, but her brain is not good enough. "What else do you want to drink?"

"The mango juice here is very delicious. You can try it. I've already had a glass. Then I'll have another glass of iced Americano. No sugar or milk."

When the drinks came, the waiter put the mango juice in front of Dialect, and the manly-sounding Americano in front of Qin Mo.

"Wrong, wrong," dialect said hurriedly, "change it, don't separate men and women by drinks, OK" she made an exchange movement with her left and right index fingers.

The waiter was in a hurry, and finally finished the task and ran away with a sigh of relief.

Qin Mo leaned on the back of the chair, watching them busy with a smile on his lips.

"Are you familiar with Feng Lu? Have you ever participated in her future prediction group?" Fang Yan suddenly remembered this incident, and wanted to see if he could form a victim alliance.

"I'm not very familiar with each other, but we can talk a little bit when we meet. My mother and her mother-in-law often go shopping together. She told me about the future group and asked me to participate in their activities. But I'm too busy. , hasn't let her catch it yet. And I really don't believe it."

"That's right, your job is to pay attention to evidence, how can you believe things without evidence."

"However, sometimes we encounter some strange things. For example, I heard an old senior say that about four years ago, he was on duty at the unit, and the genius had just dawned. An old blind man stood at the window of his duty room and knocked on the window. After a while, he went to the window and asked the old blind man, 'What's the matter? What's the matter?'"

Qin Mo said in a rough male voice, and then lowered his voice to imitate the old blind man, "The old blind man said, 'Comrade, I will call the police, someone was injured in the forest, a man and a woman, one dead and one injured, you have to hurry over there Ah." So my senior asked him the exact location, and he was able to answer it. He also said that there was a charred black tree that was broken by lightning, and asked him how he knew it. Did he hear the call for help? The old blind man He stopped talking. He just repeated over and over again: "Comrade, go and save them. If you go too late, the little girl will die." At that time, it was still very cold on the mountain, and if you stayed for a long time, you might die. of."

The dialect was stunned to hear his imitation so vividly, "Then what?"

"Then, this senior went out to the police with another colleague who was on duty at that time. He first went to the forest management office, and then called a few people who were familiar with the mountain road to look for it. The old blind man stayed in the car, because although he I can tell the approximate location, but I can’t see the way, and it’s not convenient to take him with me.”

"And then," Fang Yan took a sip of his iced coffee, shivered and continued listening to the story.

"At that time, he also thought that the blind man couldn't see the way himself. How could he come to the forest at night and still see the trees, and he was worried that he was in a hurry. But he was holding it anyway, so he couldn't go back and talk about it. In case One is true." Qin Mo stopped and took a sip of mango juice, "It's delicious."

"Stop drinking, keep talking." Dialect interrupted him.

"Unexpectedly, it really happened to him. They not only found the scorched tree, but also found a man and a woman who fell down the mountain. They were father and daughter. The man fell down the mountain artery and was shot The stone was cut open, and the girl was only in her teens, and she also hurt her own leg. She just sat there holding her father's body all night. The girl was actually quite smart, and later told the police that she had done compressions First aid, but there is no way, in the barren mountains, the injury is an artery again, this person still cannot be rescued."

"Oh," Fang Yan opened his mouth, "it's so scary, if I were that girl, I'd go crazy."

"Who says it's not?" Qin Mo took another sip of mango juice.

"Then where is the supernatural power of your story?" Dialect didn't grasp the gist, and once again doubted Qin Mo's expressive ability.

"Oh, that old blind man was later taken to the police station to make a statement. When asked how he knew that two people had an accident in the mountains, he said he calculated it himself. No matter how you ask him, it's the same. He is really blind. He went to the mountains during the day. Everyone will get lost. Anyway, he is saving people, not harming them, so this matter will be settled in the end."

"Is it really calculated?"

"Then it's hard to say, but he did save the girl, otherwise it's hard to say whether she can walk out of the mountain in the end."

Dialect nodded, still recovering from the shock, he felt the need to give Qin Mo a compliment, so he said, "You really know how to tell stories."

Qin Mo was really proud, "My little story is nothing, our old Qin is a good storyteller, you and Feng Lu can go to my house for dinner some other day. Let my mother cook winter bamboo shoot stew for you. Dad drank wine with a stomach full of stories, but it was exciting."

Fang Yan yearned, and nodded vigorously.

She couldn't help wondering: "You are such a good young man, why are you still single?"

"I'm too busy with work, white plus black, five plus two, this is a common thing, I also sleep at home when I have time." Qin Mo looked at her, "You are such a good young man, why did you get divorced?"

Dialect was speechless.

She lowered her head and pondered for a moment, "Yeah, I didn't think about it either. My ex-husband and I met on a blind date, and our emotional foundation is not solid." She still didn't say a word in her heart, and she was afraid that I wouldn't be able to leave. married female fox.

"Then you still dare to come on a blind date." Qin Mo said bluntly.

In fact, she didn't dare, dialect murmured in her heart, didn't she dare to put ducks on the shelves, but she said something else: "Is this a blind date? I think it's a reunion of old friends. I'm still looking forward to hearing from Lao Qin The police officer tells a story."

Qin Mo grinned, and his white teeth were full of joy, "Well, you must come, my mother also has an impression of you, she and your father used to be an old colleague in the same unit."

"Okay, that's settled."

"That's a deal."

Fang Yan didn't take a car when he came out of the cafe. He walked along the road in front of the door and passed a small park in the middle of the street.Two big dogs were chasing the frisbee on the lawn, one was golden and the other was white, with long hair fluttering. The two dogs bit the frisbee at the same time and did not let go, pulling on both sides.

The owner of the dog was an old man. He walked forward slowly, grabbed the Frisbee, and let the dog talk.The golden one let go of the frisbee first, and the white one hesitated for a while, and then let go of the master's order.

Dialect sat on a park bench, feeling extremely relaxed at the moment.

The so-called love is nothing more than a dog fighting for a Frisbee. It is no use caring who bites first, and it must be returned to the owner in the end. The important thing is that the process of chasing the Frisbee is not happy.But a dog is a dog, you still have to fight, grab, and bite.

A slim figure sat on the other end of the chair.

Dialect didn't turn his head, "Are you targeting me again?"

"Well, your password hasn't been changed." Mo Jiaxin stretched back on the chair like a dialect.

Neither of them said anything.Just watching the sunset silently, watching the dog run on the grass.

After a long time, "Mo Jiaxin, you're an asshole." Dialect said word by word, scolding her so many times in my heart these days, but I didn't feel comfortable scolding her face to face.

"Dialect, I love you." Mo Jiaxin also said word by word.

Dialect said nothing.

"Mo Jiaxin, let's break up." Fang Yan gently said those four words out of his lips.

"Hasn't it been divided? Two days, 16 hours and 25 minutes."

"Mo Jiaxin, you are an asshole." Dialect repeated.

"Well, I know, this bastard loves you and only you." Mo Jiaxin said softly.

"Is love enough?" Fang Yan kicked her hard.

"Not enough, you go back and torture me slowly, just let me go like this, you are at a disadvantage."

"No!" Dialect said firmly.

"Okay." Mo Jiaxin agreed very simply.

After she finished speaking, she stood up and left without looking back.

The author has something to say:

The description of the two pigtails jumping and jumping on the shoulders is true.It comes from an old man's memories of his crush.

And that crush is my mother...

I want to eat winter bamboo shoot stew...

Give me the strength to come and comment.