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I blocked Ran Xiuwan's hand and said, "Oh, auntie! You can't do it! You can't do it! It's all my fault! I got paid today, and when I got excited, I asked Fanfan to go out to play, and I didn't come back until now!"

I was also wondering, Xu Fanfan's mother should be working three night shifts at the factory today, why did she come back so early?

"Auntie, misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! It's all my fault! Come on, sit down, sit down!" I helped Ran Xiuwan sit back on the chair.

"Mom, it's rare to come back early, let's go to bed early." Xu Fanfan blushed half, brought a glass of warm water from the kitchen, and brought it to Ran Xiuwan.

"Yes yes yes yes!" I took the water glass and put it in Ran Xiuwan's hand: "Auntie, it's quite cold in the middle of the night, don't be exposed to the wind..."

Seeing Xu Fanfan half-covering his cheeks and turning back to his room to close the door, Ran Xiuwan looked at my face carefully and asked suspiciously, "Little cat, you didn't lie to me?"

"Auntie, I'm out of luck! What do you mean by extreme joy begets sorrow? I stumbled in front of the station, and you see I fell! Look, my face and arms! Fan Fan posted it for me! It really hurts me." I'm dead, I just came to my senses after sitting in a convenience store for a long time!" I said seriously.

Ran Xiuwan looked at me again, and finally saw the gap on my back, and said, "I fell hard enough."

"That's right! What's wrong with the scraping, I didn't slice off half of my meat." I opened my wallet while talking, and showed Ran Xiuwan a stack of hundred-yuan bills inside: "But I'll go buy a good one tomorrow."

Ran Xiuwan believed in acting and doing a full set, her expression relaxed, and she said to me: "Take it easy, don't waste money."

"No random flowers, no random flowers."

Ran Xiuwan looked at Xu Fanfan's room and sighed softly.

"Auntie, I'll go and see her. I persuade her that she has to say hello to her family when she goes out at night, so I'll criticize her now."

"Alas..." Ran Xiuwan smiled weakly, and said, "We kittens are all wage earners. Good! Take care of your health, don't always stay so late."

"You go!" She pointed to Xu Fanfan's room, moving her mouth lightly: "I'm going back to the room."

Ran Xiuwan knows that my house is only one block away from hers, and it's midnight, so if you want to stay, you can follow me.

"Hee hee, good night, auntie!"

Say goodbye to Ran Xiuwan, I turned off the light in the front hall, and sneaked into Xu Fanfan's room quietly.

Xu Fanfan turned his back, sat on the edge of the bed, and said softly: "What? Come to criticize me? I don't want your persuasion."

"You're eavesdropping again." I also lowered my voice.

"Does it hurt?" I sat on the edge of the bed and asked her.

Xu Fanfan let down his hair, so that it covered half of his red face, and said, "You can tell nonsense... Where did you get so much money?"

"Salary!" I said, "However, I can't hand it over to you, I can only lend it to you."

I took out Xu Fanfan's wallet from her bag, and moved all the Grandpa Mao in my purse.

"Little cat, what are you doing?" Xu Fanfan stopped.

I jumped to the door of the house and whispered: "Usury, compound interest, how to pay it back, I haven't figured it out yet! You can't pay it anyway, so don't pay it back!"

"Kitten!" Xu Fanfan's voice fell, and I had already closed the safety door for her house and ran down the corridor.

All the tumultuous nights end in barrenness.

I rushed back to the same deserted home in one breath, opened and closed the door.

Staying in the small living room for a while, I sat down at the desk, in the dark, letting sweat soak my whole body.

Nearly died...if he had a knife.

Calm down, this feeling of dread is hissing and roaring in my ears like flying mosquitoes, if there is nothing, it is extremely annoying.

Unscrewing the desk lamp, I rummaged around the table irritably, and found a withered big black wolf.

Randomly picked up the water glass at hand, poured lightly into the inkstone, rubbed the pen with the residual ink randomly, intending to swipe, but I stared at the blank paper, unable to draw a single stroke.

It turned out that I had forgotten that those splash-ink landscape paintings that I thought had merged with me, I could never paint again.

Today, I told a lot of lies again, saying "yes, I won't take the college entrance examination".

What to say "will not accept fate, will not fall into reality".

But I can't write, and I don't know where to start. How can I get into the Central Academy of Fine Arts?The Department of Traditional Chinese Painting is full of masters, one in a million.

In the final analysis, the painting in my heart abandoned me.

I also wanted to make amends, so I borrowed Xu Fanfan's Mustard Seed Garden painting book left by her father.Maybe, if I start over with one flower, one grass, one bamboo and one stone, and copy it well, the magnificence of the landscape will return to my heart little by little.If not, at least, I am still drawing something, like a sense of security.

Xu Fanfan's father is a lecturer at the Institute of Geology.He was born as a painter, and after he changed his career in the military, he drew countless outstanding geographical survey drawings.One summer when we were in elementary school, at the art performance before the summer vacation, one of my ink paintings and dozens of colorful contributions were hung at the end of the campus playground, randomly decorating the originally empty corner like a festival flag.This man stood in front of my small painting, looked at it for a moment, and said firmly to himself: "Whoever painted it, this one can be admitted to Central Academy of Fine Arts."

Xu Fanfan wrote down this sentence, but this was not the opportunity for the two of us to get acquainted.

In the first semester of the sixth grade, Xu Fanfan's father committed suicide by jumping off the building in the geological compound.Her father was suffering from depression, but in the mouth of the children, it was as simple as mental illness.

"Squad leader, don't be like your father, who is always overwhelmed and jumps off the stairs all of a sudden!" Between classes, when it was difficult to urge homework, the boy at my desk laughed and said to Xu Fanfan.

Xu Fanfan looked at the boy without changing his face, without being angry, and there was a plausible and gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

I think that at that time, I hadn't enlightened yet. In order to relieve the embarrassment of being close at hand, I laughed a few times in agreement, as if I didn't make any sound, and I was so awkward that I was going to die.

The school bell rings in time, or not at all, and the matter is over.

The next day, I overheard my classmates commenting: "Zuo Hang said that Xu Fanfan's father jumped off the building because of a mental illness, and Huang Xiaomao was still laughing beside him, which made Xu Fanfan so mad!..."

"Xu Fanfan! Xu Fanfan!" It was getting dark early in winter, and I called to stop Xu Fanfan in front of the teaching building. She was walking down the stairs talking and laughing with her classmates.

"Fanfan, do you know her?" a girl asked.

"Isn't that who?" Another girl said, "Huang Xiaomao, the first prize of painting in our district is all covered by you, right? Are you going to give me a way out?"

I was embarrassed and said: "Eggplant, what are you talking about, you paint oil paintings, I paint ink wash, it's not the same way at all..."

"Cut!" the girl nicknamed Eggplant said, "As soon as you win the award, I will suffer, and my mother will criticize me again! ... Hey, what are you looking for Fanfan?"

Xu Fanfan looked at me and didn't speak.

My heart was inexplicably frightened, and I said to the eggplant: "You care so much... Don't be late for the art class on weekends, you late king, be careful that Mr. Zhou will fork you with a painting shovel!"

Everyone around laughed, and Eggplant babbled and led the other three or five girls away, and did not forget to turn around when they were done, and made faces at me contemptuously.

"...Xu Fanfan, do you still remember me?" The wind was biting, and there were few people around. In the silence, I spoke first.

"What's the matter?" She was still standing on the steps, lightly resting on the high cement side railing with one hand.

"My name is Yellow Kitten."

"I know."

"Oh."

I think I'm procrastinating.

"What's the matter?" she asked again.

"Xu Fanfan, I'm here to apologize to you. When Zuo Hang said about your father, I laughed out of embarrassment. I'm stupid, and I don't know what to do. I didn't make fun of you. I actually didn't want to embarrass you too much, I I want to help you! I’ve been feeling very uncomfortable. I wanted to say sorry to you. But you really misunderstood me!” I finished speaking like a machine gun, and in this cold weather, my forehead was sweating, and I was so angry. There are also some who can't connect.

Xu Fanfan was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly: "Xiao Mao, this is a matter of the sixth grade."

"I think, I think...Although we are already in the second year of junior high school now, but, but...it's not too late..." Together with the white air I exhaled, I condensed into arsenic. Frost, ah no, Frost.

I went home alone that day.

A few days later, Eggplant came to ask me if I would like to go home together, and said that Xu Fanfan said that the few of us seemed to be together.

Later, I discovered that Xu Fanfan and I have many similarities.

For example, none of us have fathers, living or dead.

For example, we all think that a woman who can raise her children alone is amazing.

For example, I like to draw, and she likes to watch me draw.

For example, I like to eat meat, and she likes to be vegetarian.

Well, this one doesn't count.

As another example, we all long to grow up.

"Not good!" When a drop of condensed ink fell from the tip of the pen to the white paper, and helplessness bloomed, I thought of the two mustard seed gardens locked in the locker of the police station.

The Mustard Seed Garden of Xu Fanfan's family is not a modern black and white photocopy, but a hand rubbing color copy handed down from the Qing Dynasty. Although it is not priceless, it is quite precious, let alone Xu's father's relic!

The more I thought about it, the more I missed it, so I simply grabbed the key, took the phone and went out.

My life is a bit chaotic at this point, I can't sleep anyway, so it's better to go back to the game and take the picture book home for me to feel at ease.

Just then, I glanced at my phone.

A new text message, the time shows three hours ago.

I'm going crazy, and if I delay anything in the game again, I will add to the crime.

[are you home yet? ]

Who knows, the text message is only one sentence.

The signature is...Cheng Luxue? !

[arrive.I have arrived.Thanks!yellow kitten]

I typed send excitedly, and regretted suddenly, it was the deepest night, will this wake up Cheng Luxue?

But it's gone, no matter how much you beat your chest and feet, it's useless, and tonight, there are many, many people who haven't slept.

When I was riding a bicycle and stopped at the gate of the City Second Branch, the police building was brightly lit in the cool summer night.

I changed into a new shirt and body protector, and there was nothing wrong with me except for a patch of plaster on my face.

Flying insects circled lightly under the cold halo of street lamps, tirelessly.

Stepping into the reception on the first floor, five of the six windows in the counter are full of people, and they are very busy; Men, women, old and young.

"Hello, family members, please register here." A young policewoman with slightly sweaty forehead said to me with a pen and paper in her hand.She was in good spirits, but her face was tired, and the white light of the incandescent lamp made the faces of all the people in the hall even less pale.

"Huang Xiaomao, why are you here?" Captain Pei Zhengpei's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Can't sleep?" he asked me.

"That's right." He nodded to himself, and said to the female police officer in charge of registration, "I'm on my team." Then he motioned for me to go to the big office with him.

"Two big cases happened to collide tonight. There are many people who have been questioned. The reception of the family members will take us all night." Pei Zheng said as he walked, his voice was very low, and he seemed to have said a lot: " You have to get used to this rhythm."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Write the report. If you're sleepy, lie down on the table." Pei Zheng stopped at the door of the big office, watched me go in, and then turned around and left.

Nuo Da's room was empty, with only two or three people sporadically concentrating on processing documents.

Messy desktops, occasional scattered papers on the ground, I think I may have missed the busiest moment.

Soon, a colleague got up to fetch water, and I found out after asking that the bar area was really not peaceful tonight.

Half a month ago, a dancing girl was murdered in another province. Two suspects were arrested in the eastern section of Bar Street tonight.As for our No. [-] Sub-bureau, it is the backbone member of a very large drug manufacturing and selling counterfeit gang that is in charge of and pursued.This person, who I jumped on the head earlier and poked his eyes, is now being interrogated upstairs in the interrogation room.

That's about all there is to say to me.The colleague pecked at the water cup in front of the water dispenser, moistened his dry lips, and then went back to the computer to type.

I absent-mindedly took a glass of cold water and sat back in my seat.

The first bureau caught the murder suspect, but there was a murder case here.

I can't get rid of the muffled sound of "bang" when the body fell a few hours ago.Suddenly a white light flashed outside the window, followed by thunder and thunder, and heavy rain.

"Stubborn...is the monitoring tuned up?! Let's see how long he can carry it!" The sound of trampling footsteps came from the corridor in the distance, and Lu Haixiao should be hurrying downstairs.

"Old Lu, look at you, Director Yang is still upstairs..." another voice discouraged.

Lu Haixiao and the others seemed very irritable, exchanged a few words quickly, and walked further and further away.

There was a lot of rain, and I vaguely heard the word "Director Yang", and my heart moved, and I ran to the elevator.

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