to comfort the sun

The tires ran over the gravel path, and the yellow dust floated in the air with the exhaust of the car. It was not until the car drove away that the floating and turbid dust settled again.

The bus wobbled from the city into the county seat, and from the county seat onto the highway near the sea.

Sun Fuzhou began to doze off when he got in the car, he overestimated his mental strength, he thought he could survive seeing Shen Yuan no matter what.

He hooked his head, his neck seemed to be boneless and connected to his head bit by bit, and he would install the windshield beside him from time to time as the body shook.

Sun Fuzhou opened his eyes in a half-dream and half-awake state. As soon as he raised his head, his neck started to hurt as if he had turned 180 degrees.

He stared blankly at the strange scenery outside the window, and pushed the person next to him who was as sleepy as he was in the dark: "Dude, where is this?"

The man raised his eyelids and waved his hand impatiently: "We've just arrived in Nanpu, it's still early for Xiashui!"

Sun Fuzhou wiped the dried hala around his mouth: "This is Nanpu? Isn't it already opened?!"

Just as he was looking out the car window, the conductor on the car began to announce the station in dialect: "Nanpu is here, Nanpu is here, hurry up if you want to get off the bus!"

Soon, a few passengers got off the car scatteredly. Sun Fuzhou walked in the front and had already adjusted his state, and his fatigue was swept away. It was cut very short, just like him in the Maotouboy period.

From Aokiji to maturity has never been a matter of a certain moment, but it seems that only one person needs to fall in love with a young man again.

Sun Fuzhou glanced at his distorted reflection in the car mirror by the side of the road, and suddenly smiled embarrassedly.

But just as he was arranging his hair, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

It's Liu Chenglin's call.

"Old Sun, aren't you home?" Liu Chenglin's voice was a little anxious.

"I forgot to tell you, I came to Linghai last night." Sun Fuzhou rubbed his nose and smiled, remembering that he didn't seem to have greeted anyone.

Since Liu Chenglin experienced the kidnapping of his wife and daughter, he seemed to be vigilant to a certain extent for the personal safety of the people around him.The psychological counselor in the team explained that it was only a temporary stress state.

However, the police officers in the team were very uncomfortable - the captain, who had always been cold and introverted, suddenly became so humane, which always made people feel a chilling sense of disobedience.

Thinking of this, Sun Fuzhou felt a little funny: "Captain Liu, you'd better maintain your aloof image, otherwise no one in the team will be able to shock those little bastards in the future."

On the other end of the phone, Liu Chenglin was still frowning: "Don't get cheap and act good. Let me tell you, Zhao Chong hasn't been caught yet, and the bureau is very busy. If you want to, come back quickly."

Sun Fuzhou pursed his lips: "Zhao Chong has been used to the businessman's rules these years, could it be that he is more difficult to deal with than Zhou Yang? Well, I will definitely go back, but I will bring Shen Yuan with me."

"Yes, hurry up—a document will be sent to you later, take a look before looking for Shen Yuan, it was given by Bureau Wu, it's mysterious."

"I know, I know."

After hanging up the phone hastily, the document Liu Chenglin mentioned was sent to his mobile phone.

It just so happened that the passenger next to him seemed to be leaving on an electric three-wheeler, so Sun Fuzhou didn't care about that end, and asked with a smirk on his face if he could give him a ride.

Fortunately, the bucket of the tricycle is big enough, you sat next to me and I sat next to you, leaving a space in the middle for Sun Fuzhou.

Sun Fuzhou thanked him repeatedly and climbed up.

The tricycle bumped on the road, and it was not the first time I saw Ling Hai's Haisun Fuzhou. It can be said that it formed part of his memory, the sunrise, sunset, clear sky, and rain, some of which he had forgotten , some he still remembers.

Sun Fuzhou carefully looked at every inch of the scenery in front of him. The sea bathed in the rising sun was peaceful and gentle. It used to have turbulent currents and turbulent waves, but it finally calmed down.

Boring on the road, someone accosted him: "Is the young man a foreigner? I haven't seen you in Nanpu."

Sun Fuzhou said, "Yes, yes."

The man asked again: "Is there something wrong here?"

Sun Fuzhou replied ambiguously: "Well, let's find someone."

"Looking for someone? Who? I don't know anyone in Nanpu."

"It's called Shen Yuan, do you know him?"

The man repeated Shen Yuan's name several times: "The name is Ersheng, does it belong to Nanpu?"

The person next to him reminded him: "Is the new cashier at the small supermarket surnamed Shen?"

"Oh, that's right, his surname is Shen. He has a cold temper and doesn't know anyone in the village well. Who are you?"

Sun Fuzhou considered for a while: "A very close person."

The man suddenly remembered Shen Yuan's weirdness, he responded casually twice, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

Three rounds drove them to the entrance of Nanpu Village and let them get off. Sun Fuzhou buried himself in the address written on his phone.

The salty smell of the sea breeze blows over.The fishing village is full of bungalows with white walls and gray tiles, and there are few redundant colors, but when the sun climbs out of the sea level, the whole fishing village is covered with a layer of intoxicating crimson.

Sun Fuzhou walked towards Xiaguang, and at the end of the road, he saw the canteen he was looking for.

The dusty roller shutter door was only half-opened, and a trailer full of goods was parked at the door.

He didn't rush forward, but watched quietly from a distance.

This was what he had been looking forward to for a long time, the two of them would use their most authentic appearances - neither Police Officer Sun nor Boss Shen, only a meeting between a man named Sun Fuzhou and another man named Shen Yuan.

When Shen Yuanshi met Wu Changhai, who was still the deputy director at the time, at his teacher's funeral, he was dragged into a bottomless quagmire by an unclear proposal.

Until now, Sun Fuzhou didn't understand what had supported him for so many years.

belief?

That was too ethereal.

Just as he was in a daze, a man in a white waistcoat came out from behind the shutter door.

The sleeveless vest and black shorts stretched the man's figure to be slender and thin.

The man wore a pair of sunglasses on his face, which didn't match his simple attire, but unexpectedly matched the tattoo on his arm in a blink of an eye.

Shen Yuan's face seemed to be a little fatter, and the originally clear and clear outline seemed to be slightly blurred; at the same time, he was also a little darker, the sun in this city is fierce, and it doesn't take long for a person's complexion to be lowered by one degree.

He walked to the trailer and skillfully picked up two boxes of goods.The muscular contours on his arms reveal his physical condition.

In just one month, the changes happened imperceptibly.

Sun Fuzhou stood in the shadow under the shop, looking at him with squinted eyes.

But when his gaze became a little more blatant, Shen Yuan suddenly looked over sharply.

"What does the boy want?"

A questioning voice brought him back to reality.Only then did Sun Fuzhou realize that he had walked into the fruit shop behind him at some point.

The proprietress in the store is welcoming the first customer of the day with a smile, trying to make the first business of the day.

But obviously this customer was a little absent-minded - he watched him go to the counter where the durians were placed and patted the durians like watermelons.

The dull pain in his hand stimulated his nervous system slightly.

"You've been doing business here?"

"Well, I've been doing it for more than ten years!"

The proprietress didn't care much about his absent-mindedness-it's good to have someone to talk to.

"Do you know...that guy from Fukang Supermarket? The one with the tattoo on his arm."

"You said Shen Yuan? Of course I know him. He often helps me move goods, but he doesn't like to talk. He's a bit weird...you ask him what he does?"

"Oh, nothing, how long has he been here?"

"Not long! Just last month, but when I first came here, I was injured all over my body, my legs were lame, my eyes were blind, and my ears were deaf too, which shocked the people on our side. And that tattoo, If it wasn't for the village head who personally asked us to take care of him, no one would dare to approach him!"

The proprietress' description was vivid and vivid, as if she wanted to show Shen Yuan's entire face at that time.

Sun Fuzhou's heart skipped a beat: "What about now?"

"It's better now. Just last week, I helped in that small supermarket. It's because the owner of the supermarket is his landlord. Otherwise, no store would dare to ask him to scare away all the customers!"

Sun Fuzhou moved his hand away from the durian, and within two seconds, put it on it again and pressed it.

"Where does he live?"

The proprietress raised her chin and gestured to the opposite side: "Here, it's in the alley behind the small supermarket... the first one."

Sun Fuzhou looked out from the half-opened plastic door curtain, and he happened to be able to see a narrow alley next to the small supermarket.

"Is he usually active here?"

"Almost, oh yes, he often went for a walk near the lighthouse. At the beginning, he just sat for a day. Fishermen who went out to sea could see him every day."

This is probably why everyone thinks he is weird.

A man of unknown origin who suddenly appeared, with an appearance that was extremely inconsistent with this place and inexplicable behavior.

Sun Fuzhou found out what he wanted to know, and as a reward, he picked out a coconut to pay the bill.

He handed over the cash and was about to leave with his things when he suddenly remembered an unusual place.

"You call him Shen... Wish?"

It's not the Shen Yuan of the second tone, but the fourth tone.

Is it a misunderstanding of the accent?

The proprietress nodded: "That's right, Shen Yuan, what word is it... Wish like wish, we all said it sounds like a girl."

Shen Yuan... Shen Yuan...

Sun Fuzhou walked out of the fruit shop silently chanting these two slightly different names in his heart.

Not long after he left, a familiar figure walked into the fruit shop carrying a plastic bag.

When the proprietress saw him, she froze.

Shen Yuan handed her the things concisely: "Aunt Su, this is the chili sauce you asked for yesterday, eighteen."

Only then did Aunt Su come to her senses, she hurriedly wiped her hands and handed him the [-] just paid from the cash register.

Shen Yuan took the money, twirled the banknotes, and stuffed them into the small pocket that he carried with him.

He took out the change he gave her, but saw the woman in front of him looking at him hesitantly.

"?" Shen Yuan looked at him suspiciously.

Aunt Su hesitated for a moment: "Someone just asked me about you, did you cause any trouble?"

Shen Yuan's hand paused, and he raised his eyes stiffly: "Who?"

"I don't know him, he's a foreigner."

Shen Yuan pondered for a moment, put the change on the cash register, said a brief thank you, and left slowly.