to comfort the sun

When Sun Fuzhou fell from a wall more than two meters high, his mind was full of the life revolving doors of the previous 20 years. At the end of the flashback, there was only one question surrounding him.

Which grandson opened his head?

This end of the wall is a corner of the flower bed in the community, and there are lush bushes underneath, Shen Yuan dared to pull him to jump off without saying a word because of this natural cushion.

But no one thought that Sun Fuzhou was only a second late, and then his head was opened with a beer bottle by a gangster who climbed up the wall.

He had a long and fragmented dream.

Just the colorful white covered his dream into nothingness, not only his vision was covered, but also his hearing was useless. The experience of losing all five senses was nothing more than that.

He was in a dream, only felt that the road in front of him was dark and long, and there was only bright light in the straight ahead.

He ran desperately for a long time, and the figure behind him was getting farther and farther away. Finally, he closed his eyes and rushed straight into the turbulent sea of ​​people. He turned around again to confirm that he had shaken off his tail, and then he leaned on the wall and panted heavily. gas.He wiped off his sweat. He almost threw himself up after running just now. Fortunately, the person next to him handed him a bottle of water in time, so his delicate stomach stopped protesting.

He turned his angle of view, only to realize that he had already run to a pedestrian street. It was night, and the vendors on the side of the road were hawking hard. The crowd was crowded, and they were all walking in one direction.Only the man in front of him was panting in embarrassment like him, sweat rolled down from the corner of his forehead, and then scratched into his collar.

The man suddenly pointed him in a direction.

When he looked over, the specific appearance was no longer clear. The building was like a painting wrapped in a layer of oil-soaked white paper, which was vaguely engraved in his memory.

He realized that the man was inviting him, and the feeling of life and death that he was still fleeing together just now made him nod without thinking.

Even outside his dreams, he felt the passion was palpable.

Afterwards, the dream became more and more fragmented, paused and played frame by frame, and before he could see this scene clearly, the next scene flashed over.

Until the end, he leaned on the table with limp arms, and the scene in front of him became more and more blurred. Judging from the double image of a silhouette, the other party was in the same state as him.

He suddenly laughed foolishly and asked the man's name.

"Shen Yuan." The man said so.

From the moment this name appeared, the layer of oily paper that had always been covering the dream was lifted off with a bang, and the colorful white lights that dazzled his glasses disappeared, and the ears gradually became clear, and the eyes gradually became clear. The wine in the cup drank into his stomach, but it seemed to be poured on his head. The cold wine dripped down along his eyelids, and some of it touched the corners of his eyes, seeping into his eyes. It was sour and bitter. astringent.

"You have to remember me, my name is Shen Yuan."

At that time, this man who was only wearing an old white racer-back vest, with clean arms, a breezy, bright moon, and spring-white snow, was looking at him with red eyes almost begging.

Sun Fuzhou struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and unsurprisingly, he looked affectionately at the white ceiling. At this moment, his head suddenly went blank for a few seconds, and then in the next second, countless words flooded into him. memory.

Including how his one-day trip to Washing Foot City turned into an action movie scene.

"Old Liu—" Sun Fuzhou opened his mouth, his voice suddenly split in half, and he couldn't help closing his eyes.

Liu Chenglin was chatting with the police from the nearby police station about how to deal with the crowd fighting. When he heard his call, what he was saying stopped abruptly, and he let out a helpless short breath. He could only apologize to the police embarrassingly.

"What's the matter, lonely hero?" Liu Chenglin walked over and looked down at him.

"Water...water..." Sun Fuzhou spoke in a male voice, as angry as a dying patient, he himself was afraid that he would spit out two mouthfuls of blood in the next second.

Liu Chenglin bent down and shook the hospital bed, then poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Sun Fuzhou's mouth.

Sun Fuzhou gulped down a big cup, and finally came back to life. He licked his lips, twisted his neck and looked around, but found that this place was not like a hospital ward—the ceiling was very low, and the room was small , the window is only the size of a palm, and it feels stuffy and breathless when you look at it.

He glanced nonchalantly at the already dark night outside the window and asked, "Where is this?"

Liu Chenglin said: "Clinic."

Sun Fuzhou turned his head, as if an awl had been dug into the back of his head suddenly, he couldn't help but gasped: "Fuck, why does my head hurt so much?"

Liu Chenglin didn't even bother to lecture him: "Can you stop the pain? I've had three stitches."

Sun Fuzhou could only try to move his stiff neck: "How did I get here?"

Liu Chenglin sat down on the stool wall beside the bed, and patiently answered his questions: "You and Shen Yuan fell into the community, and the police from the police station couldn't contact you, so he could only find a clinic near you behind his back."

Sun Fuzhou tried his best to turn his head, his memory after being opened was completely zero, and suddenly imagined the scene of Shen Yuan walking around the streets with him on his back, full of sense of disobedience rushed straight to his face.

Liu Chenglin stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him: "Why are you in a daze, the boy who opened your head is temporarily locked up in a nearby police station, and the others have not been caught. Do you want to go and see?"

Sun Fuzhou grabbed a corner of the quilt, and asked casually: "Later, where is Shen Yuan?"

Yoo Seung Rin said, "After treating the wound, I left and said I was going to a dinner party."

Sun Fuzhou was stunned for a moment: "Is he injured?"

Liu Chenglin nodded cautiously, found a video on his phone, and handed it to him: "The calf was cut."

Sun Fuzhou took the mobile phone suspiciously. It was a live video of a small dinner party. The lights in the venue were shining brightly. Said.

On the left side of the screen, Shen Yuan was just photographed talking with Chen Yu, the camera was zoomed out a bit, and it was impossible to see the expressions of the two of them clearly, let alone the content of the conversation.Soon, Chen Yu was invited by the host to give a speech, and Shen Yuan walked out of the screen holding a cup.

It was only a few steps, but Shen Yuan purposely made his steps very heavy and slow, different from his usual swift steps.

Sun Fuzhou returned the phone, and the wound on the back of his head was throbbing again: "I went to meet Dahei with Shen Yuan..."

Liu Chenglin took the bench and sat down beside his bed: "Did Chen Chen take the drugs from him?"

From the last "whisper", Shen Yuan said that he was the one who made the call to report on Luo Jun. When Huo Guang led the team to arrest Luo Jun, he was taking drugs, so he was caught.

Afterwards, specialized personnel analyzed and tested the drug that Luo Jun took. This type of drug has a strong hallucinogenic effect and is addictive. It has a single ingredient, is white powder, and is packaged in a snack bag. , is a new type of drug that has just entered the mainland market recently.

The amount of drugs seized at Luo Jun's residence was not large, and he never explained the source of the drugs. There is a high possibility that the goods in the hands of the seller are still being sold to every corner of Xicheng.

Sun Fuzhou nodded: "Basically, he should be a link in this drug trafficking line."

Liu Chenglin's brows, which are used to frowning tightly, are now widened, which is a sign of a good mood: "Then learn from him."

At this time, the doctor from the clinic came in and told him a bunch of medical orders, some of which he didn't have. The two of them were silent for a while, Sun Fuzhou listened absent-mindedly, and hummed within 2 minutes.

After the doctor finished the examination, Sun Fuzhou suddenly looked at him.

He asked: "Do you think Shen Yuan is trustworthy?"

Liu Chenglin shook his head hesitantly: "To be honest, I don't quite believe it."

In the Chaoyang Foundation Charity Dinner, Shen Yuan sat in a corner of the venue, trying to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible. The incision on his calf was not shallow, and he didn't have time to suture it. He only stopped the bleeding and bandaged and rushed to the scene quickly.

Fortunately, he was wearing a black suit, and the wound was bleeding. As long as he didn't make a sound, no one could tell.

"Boss Shen." A middle-aged man in a gray checked suit walked towards him holding a wine glass, "Why are you hiding here?"

The man has the common problems of middle-aged people, his limbs are slender but he has a big belly, his cheeks are glowing red, he doesn't know whether he is in good health and exudes energy or the smell of alcohol.

Shen Yuan smiled as if mixed with sugar, raised his hand to toast, and the rim of the cup automatically lowered: "Manager Zhao, look at you, you look so good, I even chatted with Dahei about you today, and said that you are now the same as Beichao The leader of the side, we all have to rely on you!"

Zhao Song was overjoyed by the flattery, although he was disdainful, he still did enough to save face: "Where is it, Boss Shen is a formidable young man, a young talent, who won such a big business for the Foundation at a young age , I can’t do it anymore, I’m too old!”

Shen Yuan tasted the aroma of the wine between his lips and teeth: "I was just lucky, but unfortunately, I messed up the clubhouse. If you had taken over at that time, you would definitely have done better than me."

Zhao Song's smile faded: "Young people are inexperienced, it's normal."

"What are you talking about?"

Chen Yu walked briskly, shaking the red wine glass in his hand, the bright red wine swayed between the walls of the glass, his head was like the swaying water in the glass, his eyes were filled with smiles, and he poured it along the road like he didn't want money.

"Brother Shen, whisper behind my back?" Chen Yu stretched out his long hand, hooked Shen Yuan's neck, and passed the wine glass in his hand to his mouth.

Shen Yuan sneered, and drank the wine in one gulp: "How could that be?"

Seeing their intimacy, Zhao Song felt a little disgusted, and his expression froze for a moment, but fortunately, he was very powerful, and in a blink of an eye, he stopped that kind smile again: "Young Master Chen, why didn't you see Sister Ling coming to the dinner? "

Chen Yu lazily leaned on Shen Yuan's shoulder: "She is a very busy person. After signing the contract, she was busy with the company. It was just a dinner party. Didn't I come here for her? Or did Uncle Zhao want old cows to eat young grass? This is something I can recommend.”

Zhao Song shook his head as if stepping on a switch: "No, no, no, my child is eight years old, the whole family is young, not like Xiao Shen, I have nothing to worry about."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Shen Yuan's face meaningfully, his expression became even more terrified.

Shen Yuan's spring-like complexion obviously changed because of his words, and then quickly cooled down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Satisfied with his reaction, Zhao Song raised his cup in the air, gave them a respectful salute, then poured the rest of the drink into his stomach with his head up: "You two eat slowly and play slowly, my wife is still at home Wait, I'll go back first, excuse me."

Zhao Song swaggered away from the brightly lit clubhouse. When he thought of Shen Yuan's last expression, he couldn't help but want to laugh heartily. Magnified countless times.

It's just a picky thing like a whore, and he still wants to come from behind, why should he?Anyway, the cooperation with the Chen family has been reached, and Shen Yuan's remaining use value is running out. After scrapping this rotten chess piece, his position is still stable!

Zhao Song grinned, and stuffed himself into the back seat of the car like stuffing cotton. His huge body bounced on the seat, and even the whole car sank.

The person sitting in the driver's seat was Dahei who was provoked by Shen Yuan in Xijiao City in the afternoon, he turned his head quickly: "Brother Zhao, have you seen that kid Shen Yuan?"

"Shen Yuan?" Zhao Song tilted his head on the back seat, his smile still undiminished, "What do you ask him for?"

Dahei hesitated for a while, then briefly talked about what happened in the afternoon, and finally mentioned Sun Fuzhou: "...Shen Yuan said that the man was Chen Yu's friend, but I thought he looked a little familiar. I just remembered that he is a policeman, from the Criminal Investigation Team of the Municipal Bureau, surnamed Sun, and he also investigated Huang Mao's case."

Zhao Song moved his ears and sat up a bit: "Which policeman?"

Dahei glanced at the rearview mirror worriedly: "I don't know why Shen Yuan got mixed up with the police, tell me, does he want to expose our affairs?"

Zhao Song half mocked: "That depends on whether the police believe what he said."

There was a red light ahead, and the speed gradually slowed down.Dahei turned his upper body and grabbed the seat and armchair: "Then we, do him?"

Zhao Song unbuttoned his suit jacket, his beer belly fell down: "Let's see what the police do first, and find a chance to find out the relationship between Shen Yuan and that policeman."

Dahei turned his head, the green light had already been turned on, and the vehicles beside him were flowing again.

Zhao Song opened the car window and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm: "Let's wash our hands and let that person do it."