Criminal Psychology

The next day, the weather was fine.

Professor Fu had to rush back to school early in the morning because he had elective courses to take on Sunday afternoon.

Before leaving, Lin Chen was dragged and preached by him for a long time. In the end, it was Xing Conglian who forcibly dragged him out of the car and sent him to the station.

"Senior brother, see you the day after tomorrow!" Fu Hao waved goodbye to them across the entrance.

Lin Chen waved his hand symbolically.

Fu Hao walked into the station reluctantly.

"Your brothers and sisters also have a really good relationship." Xing Conglian said so beside him.

"After all, we have known each other for too many years." He and Xing Conglian talked and walked back to the car.

"So you're going to Yongchuan to attend the class reunion the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes, the day after tomorrow is the old man's birthday."

"It must be very interesting for the old man to teach you and Fu Hao." Xing Cong even opened the car door.

"Yes." Lin Chen got into the car, "The old man is really interesting."

Instead of returning to Yanjiaxiang or the police station, Xing Conglian parked the car on a street full of flower stalls.

The car window was half open, and the gentle fragrance of flowers poured into the car in an instant. Looking at the endless flower stalls on both sides of the long street and the passers-by talking and laughing, Lin Chen was a little dazed.

Xing Conglian got out of the car naturally, opened the door on that side for him, put his other hand on the roof of the car, and said with a smile: "Sir, please get out of the car."

Although it sounds like he has never seen the world, but Lin Chen has never entered a flower shop, let alone came to a long street full of flowers, and personally selected those flowers that are suitable for planting in the season or for decoration at home. On the contrary, Conglian seems to be a veteran of all schools.

Lin Chen followed behind him, listening to him say hello to the owner of the flower stall, saying some terms that he could hardly understand. Not long after, Xing Conglian was carrying several plastic bags in his hand, which contained newly bought seedlings. It is said that It's daisies and geraniums.

"How did you come here to buy flowers?"

"To save Professor Fu from saying that our house is empty." Xing Conglian said, holding up half a bouquet of lilies and baby's breath, Lin Chen naturally took the bag in his left hand so that he could pay with his hands free.

Hearing what he said, Lin Chen couldn't help but laugh a little. The bare walls of the house had to be decorated with flowers, and he felt a strange sense of putting the cart before the horse: "It's really a hobby with a lot of interest in life." That's all he could say.

"Of course." Half of the mixed-race young man's face was covered by flowers, only showing his handsome side face and good-looking eyes: "My mother taught me, she said that boys don't know flowers, and they will definitely not be able to trick their wives back home in the future."

Xing Conglian's eyes are very green, and the sycamore tree behind him has just sprouted new buds, and its branches are stretching in the blue sky.Lin Chen trembled slightly in his heart. Although he knew that this was just a joke, and although he also knew that this joke had nothing to do with him, people were always easily moved by some sweet jokes, "It's a good thing you learned it seriously." He said.

Among the happiest things in the world, buying flowers must be included.After a while, their hands were full of flowers and plants, and the flower street was coming to an end.

Xing Conglian looked in front of his eyes, as if remembering something, he turned his head and said to him, "It's almost time to go back." As he spoke, he turned around quickly.

"Wait." Lin Chen also seemed to remember something, and stopped him, "I remember Wang Chao said, you erected a monument for me in the small cemetery at the end of Huajie, can you take me to see it?"

The weather is fine today, the river in the distance is quiet and peaceful, and the Taiqian Bridge can be seen in the distance.

Standing in front of his tombstone, Lin Chen thought it was a very strange experience, seeing his own tombstone even though he was alive.

The name on the tombstone is his, but other than that, there is no date of birth and death and no photos, which makes people feel very strange, not solemn enough, but too solemn.After all, before this tombstone, he and Xing Conglian had known each other for just a few days. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they met by chance. Buying land and erecting a monument for a person who met by chance, what is it if it is not too serious?

Xing Conglian stood aside, a little embarrassed: "This, I forgot to ask the administrator to remove it."

Hearing these words, Lin Chen came back to his senses. He half turned around, took out a bouquet from Xing Conglian's arms, bent down and placed it in front of his tombstone: "No, just stay here."

The lilies in front of the stele were still covered with dew, and Xing Cong smiled: "Don't you think it's unlucky?"

"Keep it, in case I take a step ahead one day, it can still be used."

"Why do you have so little confidence in life?" Xing Conglian sighed.

"The world is impermanent." Lin Chen said casually, then turned and left indifferently.

"Be confident..." Xing Conglian put his hand on his shoulder and said so.

"Does faith work?"

"Yes, even if you don't 'believe', you can 'believe' me..."

Lin Chen stopped, looked at Xing Conglian's smiling face, and said lightly, "Okay."

……

In the afternoon, the sky is warm.

Lin Chen was sitting on the balcony by the river reading a book, the tea in the cup was very hot, and there was a small plate of biscuits on the coffee table.

Xing Conglian was only wearing his shirt, with his cuffs rolled up, and was rearranging the bare flower stand on the balcony.

The daily training of our police officers seems to be a bit too good. The captain of the prison is too good-looking, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. There is no trace of fat on his body. Strengthen your muscles.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling, so Lin Chen simply put down his book and concentrated on watching him plant flowers.

I have to say that for people of foreign blood, even if they don't know how to cook, they must know how to grow flowers, and they must grow beautifully.

Xing Conglian has four kinds of soil at hand. I saw him skillfully mixing the soil in proportion, arranging flowers and watering them in a clear and well-organized manner, like a gardener who is used to it. When the sun falls on him, the waves reflect on him On his face, his shirt is very white and his face is very handsome, which makes people feel very warm and calm.

For no reason, Lin Chen remembered the question he answered wrongly: Have you never liked anyone?

Xing Conglian put pots of daisies on the flower stand, clapped his hands, and suddenly heard a soft tune coming from beside him.

He turned his head and saw Lin Chen lazily leaning on the rattan chair, holding a water glass in one hand and a book in the other, humming something unconsciously.

The tune was a bit light and sweet, and Xing Conglian was a little shocked that Lin Chen could actually hum.

"What song is it?" Xing Conglian turned his head and asked amusedly.

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "I don't remember either, it seems to be related to planting flowers?"

"It sounds nice." Xing Conglian took out a cigarette and held it in his hand, as if he suddenly remembered something, he stopped and looked at Lin Chen: "You go to Yongchuan alone the day after tomorrow, is it okay?"

"What could be wrong?"

Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen several times from head to toe, saw the sleepy eyes from the soft slippers on his feet, and said: "I always feel that it seems impossible to go out without accident with your physique. .”

Lin Chen sighed helplessly, as if he didn't know how to answer the words for a while.

"You studied at Yongchuan University?" Xing Conglian sat down opposite him, talking to Lin Chen casually.

"Yes."

"Sure enough, it's Yongchuan University, that's really a talented student."

As a national cultural center, there are many colleges and universities in Yongchuan City, and Yongchuan University is the oldest private university in China.After several capital injections and the hard work of several generations, it is now one of the top three institutions of higher learning in China. It is not an exaggeration for Lin Chen to be able to graduate from the ace major of Yongchuan University.

"I'm just good at reading." Lin Chen replied seriously.

Xing Conglian has long been used to his straightforward style, so he didn't feel that there was any element of boasting in this sentence, but it was frank and cute.

He also sat in the wicker chair, lifted the teapot, refilled half a glass of water, took a sip, and put it down again: "I remember, Yongchuan seems to be the site of the Chen family?"

Hearing this, Lin Chen was startled.

Facing him, Xing Conglian was sitting upright, and his movements of pouring tea and refilling water were not pretentious, but rather chic and peaceful.Lin Chen saw him pouring water, and then he realized that Xing Conglian suddenly mentioned his trip to Yongchuan because of the Chen family.

In Feng Peilin's case before, the paranoid head of the Chen family specially sent his housekeeper here just to make him unemployed again. Lin Chen didn't know where Xing Conglian collected information about these aristocratic families, and he knew quite a lot .

"It's just a teacher's birthday plus a class reunion."

When Xing Conglian heard the words "classmate reunion", he couldn't help frowning, but he still said, "The Chen family seems to have some shares in Yongchuan University."

The meaning of this sentence is, even if it is to eat, don't go back to school on a whim.

"I'm just going to have a meal and stay overnight. It won't be a big problem, right?"

"That's not sure, anyway, call me if you need something."

"Hopefully there is no need to fight."