to comfort the sun

As the Qingming Festival is approaching, many grave-sweeping returnees poured into the mountain, and there are finally a few young faces in the deserted small mountain village.

Occasionally, there were firecrackers on the hillside in the distance, echoing in the empty mountains, and finally slowly disappearing.

Sun Fuzhou lived here for a few days.

Living in a mountain village has many advantages, such as fresh air and beautiful scenery, but of course there are some troubles.

As outsiders, the villagers have different attitudes towards them, and most of them are not so easy to tolerate and accept, so there are some signs of secret speculation and speculation from time to time.

Fortunately, Shen Yuan's family is located in a remote location, except when necessary, they usually don't have much interaction with the villagers.

In addition, Sun Fuzhou saw the "connector" on the second day in Wang's house, and of course there were several other village committee cadres with him.

When they heard that there were guests in the village, they came to visit the next day. The young branch secretary followed behind the old cadres.

At that time, Sun Fuzhou was sitting by the window drinking tea - he tossed out a dirty rocking chair in the attic of Shen Yuan's house, rolled up his sleeves and washed it all night, it looked brand new, and placed it by the sunny window, Like an old man, he often sits for an entire afternoon.

But for some reason, the young village party secretary only said a few words when he entered the room, and didn't look at them seriously. He just stood in the room for a while, and left after the old cadre finished speaking.

The whole process is like a background cloth, there is no sense of existence at all, let alone any joints.

This is them in Sun Fuzhou's eyes, and in the eyes of that village cadre, he is also exploring them.The day before, he had just heard that a few young people had entered the village, so he wished to find out the reason for coming immediately.

Originally, there was a down-ranked village party secretary in the village who was already in a bind, but three more came, which made him wonder what kind of down-ranked "little leader" he was.

But this time when he visited, he felt relieved—a lame man, a deaf man, and a woman, what kind of water can they make?

...Besides, that cripple seems to belong to that boss?Looks like I'll have to make sure next time.

While thinking, the veteran cadre walked out of Shen Yuan's house with the young village secretary.

crackle crackle—

Another burst of loud firecrackers brought back Sun Fuzhou's thoughts of letting go.

He lowered his head, the tea in front of him was already completely cold, and the sunlight that originally fell on him had already quietly moved to his feet.

In the past few days, he lived like a retired uncle, not only him, but also Shen Yuan, the two of them were either basking in the sun at the door or wandering around in the village, as leisurely as they could be.

Of course, this state is only for the two of them.

It was just a few days of doing nothing, Qiu Yun felt like he was suffering from anxiety, he couldn't stay any longer, but he really had nothing to do, so he could only show his presence in front of his boss from time to time.

"Vice Sun, your tea is cold, I'll change it for you."

After saying that, Qiu Yun stretched out his hand to hold the kettle, this was the third time she said this sentence, she was not bothered, and Sun Fuzhou was tired of looking at her.

Before she took away the teapot, Sun Fuzhou intercepted the things and asked, "Are you free?"

Qiu Yun opened his mouth dumbly, first shook his head, and then nodded heavily.

She wasn't very free, and she didn't look like Sun Fuzhou was on vacation. She was accompanying her in the name of work. Although she didn't know the specific content of the mission, it was definitely not for sightseeing.

If she sleeps like this, eats, eats, eats and sleeps, she will be ashamed to get paid.

Sun Fuzhou shook the rocking chair: "If you are really free, go to the county to move a TV and come back to watch."

It took nearly four hours to go back and forth from here to the county, and only Sun Fuzhou could think of such things as moving a TV and climbing a mountain.Furthermore, the signal in the village is weak, and Shen Yuan's house is still an empty house that has just been powered on, and the occupants are barely able to live there, and they still watch shit TV.

Knowing that he was teasing him, Qiu Yun pulled a small stool and sat down in front of Sun Fuzhou with a face of frustration.

She subconsciously wanted to persuade him, but when she thought that Sun Fuzhou couldn't hear him, she had to swallow a lot of bitterness. In the end, there was only one complaint to herself: "When will you be better? To investigate the case..."

"What case are you investigating?"

Suddenly, a voice from behind her hit the top of her head.

The skin on Qiu Yun's body was taut, he turned his head stiffly, and Shen Yuan was looking at her steadfastly.

She patted her chest: "Why are you walking silently!"

There is a short distance from the door to the window, and if you walk in without making a sound, it can only be intentional.

Shen Yuan was wearing a plain long-sleeved hoodie, and was holding a basket of eggs in his hand.

The vice-captain who was clamoring for boiled eggs one morning finally cheered up and stopped lying lazily: "Have you bought it yet?"

Shen Yuan nodded, then put a basket of eggs into the kitchen, and when he came out, he had a gleaming kitchen knife in his hand.

Qiu Yun frowned: "What are you doing, killing people?"

"Isn't that so." Shen Yuan twirled coolly the hand holding the kitchen knife twice, and the metal light flashed twice in the air, "Do you want to punish me?"

One or two talked like a joke, Qiu Yun shook his hands exhausted physically and mentally: "Then you go there quickly, the charges have been confirmed, and Deputy Sun can't keep you."

Shen Yuan walked to the door with the knife, and handed the knife to the neighbor who was waiting outside to borrow the knife: "By the way, he and I are going to pick up a child from the elementary school in the next village. How about cooking tonight?"

Qiu Yun hurriedly stood up: "What child are you picking up? Why haven't I heard from Deputy Sun?"

"Why, are you afraid that I'll eat him?" Shen Yuan spread his hands innocently, "Why don't you see if he will follow me or not?"

After speaking, he made a gesture to Sun Fuzhou, motioning him to go out with him.

Although Qiu Yun tried to stop him countless times in his heart, in reality, Sun Fuzhou still followed up with expectations.

Before leaving, Shen Yuan deliberately turned his head, as if to say: "Look, listen to me."

Because it was already in the afternoon, it took a while to go back and forth to the next village. If we set off early, we could get back before dark.

The two of them set off immediately without any delay.

After going out, Sun Fuzhou seemed to be able to feel that Qiu Yun's resentful gaze was about to be drawn to him, so he gave him a sideways glance speechlessly: "What are you teasing her for?"

Shen Yuan uttered two words noblely: "It's fun."

Sun Fuzhou read his mouth shape and expression, and immediately understood what he was thinking. He thought it was because of his bad taste, so he said "Huh" in a strange way: "You want to cuckold me?"

"Yes, yes." Shen Yuan walked out of the loess path, and when he reached the side of the concrete road, a middle-aged man with a shaved head was sitting on a motorcycle waiting for them, "...Sorry for the long wait."

"It's nothing to worry about." The middle-aged man got off the motorcycle, "I'm really sorry for you, I really can't leave."

Shen Yuan took the motorcycle key from him: "It doesn't matter, we are neighbors, just a favor."

This middle-aged man came back to his hometown because of the Qingming Festival. Not long ago, when Shen Yuan came back from a walk, he happened to be looking around at the door. The two houses were very close to each other. As soon as the man went out, he saw Shen Yuan, as if seeing a life-saving straw. He stopped him from speaking, and talked about a lot of the whole story.

In a nutshell, the old mother in the family suddenly became seriously ill and wanted to be sent to the county for medical treatment, but the child was still at school and couldn't pick him up, so he couldn't take care of both, so he could only ask Shen Yuan.

Borrowed a motorcycle by the way.

The man handed the two of them a cigarette, and casually said a few polite words: "You two are quite young, aren't you from the village? The leaders above?"

Sun Fuzhou was holding a cigarette with his wrist resting on Shen Yuan's shoulder.

Shen Yuan shook his head: "No, it's just for development."

He glanced sideways at Sun Fuzhou, who was smelling the smoke of an unlit cigarette.

After a few words, the man left.

After the man left, Sun Fuzhou couldn't help but joked: "I didn't realize that you are very helpful?"

In the afternoon, I borrowed a knife from there again, and came here to help people pick up their children. In a blink of an eye, I have perfectly integrated into the rural life and got along with people.

"They are all villagers who have returned to their hometowns. They stayed for a day or two before leaving." Shen Yuan lit a cigarette, and gave up his motorcycle to make room for Sun Fuzhou, "Also, don't you think there is something wrong with Qiu Yun?" ?”

Sun Fuzhou bit his cigarette and looked down at the sparks on his cigarette, and glanced at him indifferently: "Brother, I can't hear you."

Shen Yuan breathed a puff of smoke on his face: "Go ahead and pretend."

Sun Fuzhou was still puzzled.

Shen Yuan raised his hand to brush away the soot that fell on his clothes: "Really, don't pretend, three times, every time someone asks what we are here for, you will get nervous, the first two times I also thought it was an illusion - but just now Your hand on my shoulder, I feel it."

There is nothing more direct than physical contact. If you are nervous, your heartbeat will speed up, your breathing will slow down, and your body will tense up. The details cannot be concealed.

Of course, the most crucial direct evidence was that he accidentally broke a cup last night, and Sun Fuzhou was surprised in his sleep.

Explosive deafness is severe and can lead to permanent deafness, but Sun Fuzhou is not of this kind. To be reasonable, he will gradually recover within a certain period of time, but it seems that Sun Fuzhou is pretending to be deaf. Condition.

Shen Yuan inserted the key into the motorcycle: "You're just going to lie to Qiu Yun."

Sun Fuzhou, who was exposed, was a little disappointed, and planned to listen to what they said behind their backs, but he didn't expect to be exposed so quickly.

Sun Fuzhou didn't try to defend himself, he stretched his long legs, sat on the motorcycle handsomely, and then patted the back seat: "All right, all right, you're the chicken thief."

Shen Yuan finally sat on it: "So, can you answer my previous question?"

Regarding whether Qiu Yun has any questions...

Of course, Sun Fuzhou tends to be fine. As soon as this kid joined the police force, he followed him and Li Ru to handle cases. Although he was a newcomer, he had great potential and worked hard. In the criminal police team where women are men, he never complained. It is a talent.

"I didn't mean to provoke your relationship." Seeing that he was silent, Shen Yuan pinched his waist, and the gas pedal that Sun Fuzhou had just turned on almost turned off.

"...what could be wrong with her..."

The motorcycle rushed out, and the voice was scattered in the air.

There are several villages around Changmei County. The Chaoyang Foundation took a compromise position in these villages and built a primary school so that the children nearby can read books.

Not long ago, the elementary school received donated tables and chairs, and the banner thanking the foundation is still hanging in the teaching building.

Sun Fuzhou parked his car at the door, and all he could see were banners.

But exaggeration is exaggeration, this elementary school is really well-built, at least in this backward village, it is already considered pretty good.

There are no security measures in this elementary school, only the uncle sits at the door, and they wandered around for a long time without attracting a single glance.

Sun Fuzhou didn't see anything interesting at the door, so he had to go in: "What's that kid's name?"

"Wang Li, 13 years old, sixth grade, short hair, very white, sprained ankle."

This is what the man told him.

Normally, 13 years old should be junior high school, but it is normal for children in the village to go to school late, let alone girls, Sun Fuzhou didn't think much about it.

The two walked in while talking, and just when they reached the open space in front of the teaching building, which was also the playground, a girl suddenly rushed out of the teaching building and bumped into her head-on.