monologue

In the evening, Chu Xingmu brought the food out of the kitchen. Wen Ti sat on the sofa and concentrated on looking at the diary that Xia Ci brought back from Bai Xiaohan's house. He was busy investigating the case and didn't have time to read the contents of the diary carefully. Now the murderer has all been brought to justice. , Wen Ti brought Bai Xiaohan's diary home. There is one more thing that has not been answered yet. Does the note that Bai Xiaohan put in that "The Interpretation of Dreams" have any special meaning?

"0323, Bai Xiaohan." Wen Ti turned the book page by page. He focused on the number codes and pages in the book, which had nothing to do with "0323". He looked for clues from Bai Xiaohan's diary.

Chu Xingmu took off his apron and went to the living room, squatted in front of the sofa and picked up the diary that Wen Ti had turned over. The handwriting was beautiful and neat, "This girl even writes the diary so seriously."

Wen Ti said: "She is very serious about life. Her father must be a very gentle person. She wrote about her father many times in her diary."

Chu Xingmu put down the diary and said: "When Liang Guoping was her mentor, did she see the shadow of her father in Liang Guoping?"

"If it's just a guess, maybe it is." Wen Ti said.

Chu Xingmu said: "But she didn't expect Liang Guoping to be that kind of person, don't look, come over to eat first, Chu Daha is more active than you."

Wen Ti called Chu Daha, and Chu Daha immediately ran from the dining table to Wen Ti's feet. When Chu Xingmu walked to the table, he said: "Two little heartless."

"Three." Wen Ti sat down and corrected. There was also Wen Daju who only knew how to eat, sleep and be cute.

"What do you think Bai Xiaohan left behind?"

Wen Ti poked her chopsticks and thought about it and said: "Ordinary things, like a diary, didn't her mother say that Bai Xiaohan likes to write all the big and small things in the diary? This is also a way to relieve emotions, or to record Some social psychology experience."

Wen Ti put down her phone and said, "I have an appointment tomorrow night, so I might be late."

Chu Xingmu asked in a tone of checking the post: "Who do you have an appointment with?"

"Li Xiaowen." Wen Ti said.

The last time I had a few brief conversations with Li Xiaowen, Chu Xingmu was quite on guard against Li Xiaowen. He wanted to prevent Wen Ti from going, but he couldn’t restrict Wen Ti’s freedom. Chu Xingmu looked at him hesitantly, Wen Ti was in Waiting for his instructions, what time must I go home before the night, and the address is said in advance, and he will go to pick him up, etc., but after waiting for a long time, Chu Xingmu didn't say anything, Wen Ti blinked and asked: "I don't go home at night. Is that okay too?"

Chu Xingmu immediately said: "I am a lot more courageous. I have a family and a room, but I don't want to go home at night?"

"You can stay out at night with your family." Wen Ti smiled, very satisfied with her little prank.

Chu Xingmu: "..."

Wen Ti turned her head to look at the TV cabinet, and found that Chu Xingmu had hung the woodcut print on the wall, "Where's Cheng Bai's print?"

Chu Xingmu said: "The evidence is still in the bureau."

Wen Ti suddenly put down her job and walked to the TV cabinet, and took off the print. Chu Xingmu stopped his chopsticks and watched him bring the print. A very small number, Wen Ti said: "This woodcut board has no smell."

Chu Xingmu asked: "Let me tell you, the woody fragrance in Yule's office is quite strong, and the wood he used must not be so casual."

Wen Ti showed the engraving to Chu Xingmu, "When I asked Jennifer to get the wood engraving, Professor Yu told her that it was an agarwood wood engraving, but this board has no smell at all."

Wen Ti thought it was strange before, why Cheng Bai gave Liang Guoping a piece of "Four Horsemen". He gave the woodcut one month before Bai Xiaohan committed suicide. Could it be that Cheng Bai already knew about Bai Xiaohan at that time?Why did he give Liang Guoping this woodcut painting?If Cheng Bai is willing to tell them, they don't have to think hard.

"This was engraved by Cheng Bo, and the one in Liang Guoping's hand is the handwriting of Professor Yu Le. It is impossible for Professor Yu Le not to know who carved this woodcut."

"Yu Le knew that Cheng Bai secretly changed the woodcut and sold it to us by mistake?" Chu Xingmu asked.

There is a string of numbers and names on the back of the woodcut, and Wen Ti plans to take it apart to have a look, but Chu Xingmu's main point is that Wen Ti spent more than 1 yuan to buy a fake.

"Professor Yu Le is helping Bai Xiaohan and Cheng Bai. Bai Xiaohan likes Cheng Bai. Two such outstanding people completely ruined their lives because of one Liang Guoping."

Wen Ti digged a few times at the back of the board, and suddenly a small piece of wood fell out. Although the board was not thick, it was more than enough to stuff a filling into it. Wen Ti pulled out a piece of bamboo paper with an address written on it. .

"Qingshui Road." Chu Xingmu took the bamboo paper from Wen Ti, "Qingshui Road-0323-Bai Xiaohan, this is the address, and the area of ​​Qingshui Road is a traditional craft place."

Wen Ti said: "Let's go and have a look tomorrow."

Chu Xingmu put the two notes into the book, returned to the dining table and said, "What do you usually teach in your studio?"

Wen Ti said: "Do you want to learn? But I have a request that students over the age of 12 are not accepted."

Chu Xingmu: "I don't learn to draw, why, children over 12 are difficult to discipline?"

Wen Ti denied: "I think their 12-year-old must be happier than mine. Although this is the standard, until now we have only accepted a 12-year-old child. Few parents send children over ten years old. At that time, they either went to summer camps or learned various musical instruments at home, and went to various cram schools.”

"Isn't your standard too strict?"

"It's because the standards for parents to choose hobbies for their children are too strict."

Chu Xingmu has no chance to understand the world of children, Wen Ti is just the opposite of him, maybe Wen Ti's childhood experience is too complicated, so he can understand the world of children better.

When Chu Xingmu mentioned painting, Wen Ti suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and looked at Chu Xingmu with explicit and ambiguous eyes. Chu Xingmu was eating and didn't understand what Wen Ti planned. He only heard Wen Ti ask: " Brother, I said earlier that I can paint on your abs, does that still count?"

Chu Xingmu put down his rice bowl and looked at Wen Ti. He almost forgot about it if Wen Ti didn't say anything. Now that he thought about it, he didn't even think about eating.

"Why don't you count? You can paint anywhere you want." This meal is too much to eat, and the two of them are thinking about other places. Wen Ti has hinted so clearly what kind of old face Chu Xingmu wants.

At around ten o'clock, Chu Xingmu came out after taking a shower, only wrapped a towel around his lower body. Wen Ti was lying on his side playing with the body paints he had bought long ago, thinking about what to paint, and Chu Xingmu returned The bathroom looked in the foggy mirror, without even blowing his hair. After coming out of the bathroom, he leaned against the door and looked at Wen Ti who was wearing a shirt and asked, "Am I standing or lying down?"

Wen Ti glanced at the door, and the paint box in his hand almost fell over. He covered the paint box calmly to prevent it from being knocked over because he was too excited. Wen Ti really wanted to draw a picture this time. He painted on the abdominal muscles and not anywhere else, why didn't Chu Xingmu even wear pants?

"Captain Chu, can you be so sexy every day?" Wen Ti stood up holding the paint box and brush, and saw the water droplets from Chu Xingmu's hair dripping on his shoulders, sliding down his chest into the towel , the figure is no less than those of those who have been exercising in the gym all year round, Wen Ti simply shifted her gaze elsewhere.

Chu Xingmu walked over: "I don't know if it's sexy or not, but I know exactly how you molested the police uncle eight hundred times a day."

Chu Xingmu looked at the prices of the paints on the ground, thinking that according to Wen Ti's way of spending money, his little fixed salary might not be enough for Wen Ti to squander.

Wen Ti asked Chu Xingmu to lie on the bed lying on his side. He squeezed the paint on the palette and fixed the sleeves with cuffs. Wen Ti stood in front of the bed holding a brush. Looking at him, waiting for Wen Ti's next move.

"I decide what to paint?" Wen Ti asked, dipping some red paint with a brush.

Chu Xingmu grabbed his clothes and said with a smile: "I am a canvas now, at your mercy."

Wen Ti pursed her lips, Chu Xingmu was not serious and he was serious, Wen Ti thought about what to draw, just when Chu Daha and Wen Daju heard some movement lying on their sides, a cat and a dog stuck their heads in from the outside to look Seeing the two of them, Chu Xingmu stared, and Chu Daha ran out with a cry.

Chu Xingmu looked at Wen Ti triumphantly and smiled. Wen Ti changed a new brush and dipped some gray paint, moved the low stool to the side of the bed, and sat down.

"I'm going to start, try not to move."

Just as Wen Ti drew a stroke, Chu Xingmu sat up all of a sudden, and Wen Ti hurriedly pressed him: "Don't move, I will draw crookedly if you move."

"Are you painting or tickling? I've never seen you so unruly, on purpose?" Chu Xingmu lay back again.

"I just said that I want to paint on your abs, you don't even wear underwear, who is not serious?" Wen Ti put the palette aside with a brush, and pressed Chu Xingmu's hand with one hand. Chest, this posture is a bit bad, Chu Xingmu's lust is ready to move, he touched Wen Ti's face, Wen Ti slapped his chest twice, and said with a smile: "Captain Chu, you disturb my art Created, please be serious."

"Obviously Comrade Xiaowen is too attractive."

Wen Ti began to paint seriously, Chu Xingmu stared at his side face intently with his arms on the pillow, and even used it as a canvas for others in his lifetime. This is the first time Captain Chu has done such an exciting thing in his 30 years of life.

Within a few minutes, a Chu Daha lay on Chu Xingmu's stomach, and Chu Xingmu asked: "This is a rare opportunity, so you just draw this?"

Wen Ti put down the brush and said, "The feel of the brush is not very good."

Chu Xingmu seriously suggested: "You can paint with your hands." With Wen Ti's obnoxious cleanliness, she probably wouldn't agree to dip her hands in paint.

"In order to reflect a better artistic effect, I will try it with difficulty." Wen Ti threw away the brush, picked up the palette and dipped her finger in the paint, and it seemed that she was going to do it for real.

Chu Xingmu was half leaning against the head of the bed, Wen Ti's eyes never left his fingers, Chu Xingmu's eyes never left Wen Ti, Wen Ti's fingers scratched back and forth on Chu Xingmu's chest and lower abdomen, the fingers passed by A series of ambiguous color marks were left on the place. Wen Ti painted seriously, and Chu Xingmu seriously wiped excess paint on his arm. Wen Ti ignored his childish behavior, and the two of them painted like this for more than an hour.

Wen Ti put the palette on the cabinet behind her, and looked at Chu Xingmu's portrait extending from his chest to his abdomen with satisfaction.

Chu Xingmu got off the bed and walked curiously to the full-length mirror next to him. He glanced at the picture in the mirror expectantly, and touched the paint on his body reluctantly.

Wen Ti drew a little boy and a young policeman. He remembered that picture for nearly ten years. When the little boy grew up and the young policeman faded away, this painting brought back many memories of Chu Xingmu.

Wen Ti didn't hear Chu Xingmu's comments. He planned to put away all the paints. He was quite satisfied with this painting. The fate between the two of them ten years ago has continued ten years later. Everything has become completely different. Life is like this Dramatic, anyway, he never thought that he could fall in love with others, he thought he would not be moved by anyone.

Wen Ti put the small box of paint into the storage box, straightened up and turned around, her nose felt cold, Chu Xingmu picked out a piece of red paint from nowhere and smeared it on Wen Ti's nose.

"So I'm so important to you?" Chu Xingmu asked with his arms around Wen Ti's shoulders. He was afraid that the paint on his chest would rub off on Wen Ti's clothes. He loved cleanliness the most, and clothes were expensive as hell.

Wen Ti said: "At that time, I only had Bluebell. Mr. Lear passed away, and you were the first person to talk to me."

Chu Xingmu heard that Ti said many times about Mr. Lear. During the six years when Zhong Minglou was in Nanjia, several major events actually happened in Qingshi. At that time, Chu Xingmu had just started his internship. It was purely an accident that he met Wen Ti. Who knows that Wen Ti has remembered it until now, and he hasn't even forgotten the expressions of the two of them at that time.

Chu Xingmu's memory is so good that he can't even forget it, but he forgot the promise he made to a little boy - I will come to see you.

Chu Xingmu wiped away the paint on Wen Ti's nose, and Wen Ti's hands were more colorful. He printed a colorful slap on Chu Xingmu's face, which was a response to Chu Xingmu's childish behavior.

"Is this paint edible?" Chu Xingmu asked.

Wen Ti said: "It's edible, but I don't know how it tastes, do you want to try it?"

Chu Xingmu grabbed Wen Ti's paint-stained hand, lowered his head and licked his index finger, Wen Ti shook his whole body, and wanted to pull his hand back, "You don't have to..."

"No need for anything?" Chu Xingmu knelt on one leg beside the bed, wrapping Wen Ti under his body, "There's no need to blame yourself? It's been so many years, I don't know if you've been discharged from the hospital, how have you been in those years? I don't know, I even took Chu Daha away from you, do you blame me?"

Chu Xingmu put his face on Wen Ti's hand, and said: "You are not selfish, you are selfish to me, you are so kind to others, I don't believe you are mentally ill, even if you are misunderstood by everyone, I will I will watch over you every step of the way.”

Chu Xingmu's confession was too sudden, he didn't drink alcohol, and he didn't say drunk words, but he had never said such affectionate words to Wen Ti before. The scene of Mu falling down the roof made his hands and feet cold with fright, his brain was thinking quickly, he had someone he cared about, he was not the emotionless monster that those people said.

"I lied to you." Wen Ti said.

"When we were buried under the ruins, what you said was to win my sympathy. Did you devalue your feelings? You deliberately let the wound bleed, deliberately did not let the wound heal, and walked every night. Going to this room with a paintbrush to plan how to kill people and speculate on the psychology of those murderers, and to provoke Cheng Bai with his own life? Aren’t you afraid when the blade doesn’t enter your neck? Or do you plan to let me know you in this way? A real lunatic?" Chu Xingmu knew it all, but he needed to find a time to talk to Wen Ti, Wen Ti could try to trust him, not like now, the two people get along day and night but guard against each other, he wants to know about the news He is also carefully maintaining Wen Ti's privacy and dignity.

"We can talk about other topics." Wen Ti turned her face away and said.

Chu Xingmu held Wen Ti's face and asked him to look into his eyes. He said, "When are you going to escape? Move out of my house, leave the criminal investigation team and go back to Wen's Group as you General Manager, don’t you want to keep in touch with me forever?”

Chu Xingmu's words are so blocked that Wen Ti doesn't know how to explain it. He really thought so before. He has been able to accept Chu Xingmu's carefulness towards him with ease. Chu Xingmu's worries are not superfluous. Wen Ti may carry a lifetime burden Unable to solve the knot, something must have happened in the seven years of life in the mental hospital, not the stories he told in a flat tone.

"This was my previous thought. The moment you fell from upstairs, I regretted it." Wen Ti put her arms around Chu Xingmu's neck, "I regret not coming to you sooner."

"Don't change the subject, I'm not as good at guessing people's hearts as Zhong Changxin and you."

They haven't mentioned these two things again in the past few days, but the feeling of fear is still there. Chu Xingmu glanced at Wen Ti's neck twice. The place where the knife was cut two days ago has subsided, but The imprint was still deep, Chu Xingmu kissed the wound lightly, Wen Ti didn't want the atmosphere to be so serious, he still felt that bickering with Chu Xingmu was more in line with their personalities.

Chu Xingmu blocked Wen Ti's mouth before he could speak, and the paint on his body rubbed onto Wen Ti's clothes. Wen Ti simply stopped struggling, although he didn't know how his painting stimulated Chu Xingmu, But such an appearance of worrying about gains and losses is not common in Chu Xingmu.

"Didn't you always think I had a purpose in entering the Public Security Bureau? I entered the Public Security Bureau for Zhongming Tower." Wen Ti confessed.

Chu Xingmu was not surprised at all and said, "I guessed it a long time ago."

From the day Zhong Changxin borrowed the dossier from him, he guessed the cause and effect. It was not accidental that Wen Ti and Zhong Changxin knew each other, and it was not just that Zhong Changxin wanted to grab some experimental results from Wen Ti.

The author says:

ah!I like Pippi's little news. I made up a lot of the scene of drawing on the abdominal muscles. I deleted and deleted and left these. Let's try the water first, and the future will last!