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Jiang Ming was already half an hour late when he arrived at Mugang restaurant.

It was gloomy and stuffy all day today. At four o'clock, the rain finally came down, the traffic was jammed and the roads were slippery, and horns were honking loudly.

Jiang Ming didn't step on the first step and almost slipped. After he stood still, he cursed secretly: "Fuck..."

When he got to the door, he still didn't forget to turn his head. The marble washed by the rain had a cold face, as if to say: "Don't fucking look! You are not the only one who is unlucky!"

Last night when Jiang Ming received Yang Ziwen's call, it was almost early morning, he was sound asleep at that time, as soon as Yang Ziwen opened his mouth, Jiang Ming knew that she must be drinking, and kept saying the same thing over and over again, finally Jiang Ming promised her to meet tomorrow and hang up phone.

A drunk woman is a completely different creature, and Yang Ziwen has mutated completely.

As soon as Jiang Ming entered the restaurant, he attracted many people's attention, especially women's. He quietly tore off the siren on his left chest and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Here." Yang Ziwen swung the fork at Jiang Ming twice, as if he was aiming at the target, and then he was ready to stab him at any time.

Jiang Ming knew the position of the window without looking at it. Yang Ziwen had claustrophobia, and it happened intermittently. Others said that she would die if she saw the light, but she would die if she didn't see the light. . . . . .

Jiang Ming once asked Yang Ziwen like this, "Why do you still want to be a flight attendant when you are claustrophobic?! Aren't you afraid of jumping off the plane?"

At that time, Yang Ziwen replied very meaninglessly: "As long as I see handsome foreign men, I will be fine from all diseases."

This is not a disease, it is clearly "doing!"

. . . . . .

Jiang Ming patted the rainwater off his body, strode towards the window, but before he could sit still, Yang Ziwen started nagging, "It's really stubborn, I'm always late when I come back, I even made an appointment at the door of your unit and you're late , then why don't I go to the avenue to rob you before I find you next time, and then lock me in!"

Cursing, Yang Ziwen still threw the mineral water on the table to him.

Jiang Ming unscrewed the bottle cap, gulped down half of the bottle, then raised the back of his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and said flatly, "The female prisoner is next door."

"How dare you talk back?!" Yang Ziwen's knife for cutting beef almost cut off the plate.

"I rushed here before I even had time to change my clothes. Why don't I get arranged by the leader before I get off work?"

After Jiang Ming finished speaking, she glanced at Yang Ziwen, and she just looked at him in the leisure time, her eyes were full: "Continue to make up!"

"How many times have you seen me come out in police uniform?"

These words seemed to have moved Yang Ziwen, she looked away and began to focus on the medium-rare steak.

"How long can you stay here this time?"

The conversation was finally put on the right track by Jiang Ming.

"I missed two flights, plus the annual leave... I can take [-] days off." The relaxed tone couldn't hide the joy of the vacation.

Yang Ziwen is 26 years old, majoring in English at Beijing Foreign Studies University. His mother is from Xinjiang. She was beautiful when she was young, and she passed all these genes on to her daughter. She has big eyes, a high nose bridge, and moderately thick lips, which are even more sexy after wearing lipstick. , so Yang Ziwen has been beautiful since childhood.

Although Jiang Ming didn't think so. . . . . .

But the men who met Yang Ziwen all gave a consistent evaluation, that is, "this woman is poisonous"

Love flower poison.

After graduating from university, Yang Ziwen followed the orders of her parents to take the English teacher exam, but she resigned after working for two months, saying that she had no passion in life, and then took the flight attendant exam. After passing the exam, she flew all over the world. He came back three or four times, and every time he came back, apart from accompanying his parents, he spent most of the time hanging out with Jiang Ming.

In the western restaurant, the piano music is flowing like water waves, like the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves.

Jiang Ming leaned back as if his whole body was exhausted, with a look of unrequited love on his face, "Fifteen days..."

Yang Ziwen knew what Jiang Ming meant, so she deliberately cast a wink at her, and said in a coquettish voice, "I'll ask Police Officer Jiang to take care of me for half a month."

Jiang Ming swung his hand, wiped his neck, and said, "If any brother can give me a knife now, Jiang will be very grateful!"

Yang Ziwen smiled, showing his standard eight teeth, and said, "How are you doing?"

"Me?" Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows, "It's the same as before. When I'm on duty, I follow the prisoners to bask in the sun in the courtyard.

"Have you been promoted?"

They really poke each other's sore spots. . . . . .

Jiang Ming snorted and said, "No, I've only worked for a few years, and you also know that I'm not interested in official career. If the old man didn't force me to force me back then, how could I go to the police academy?!"

Yang Ziwen crossed his arms and began to make serious afterthoughts, "I said long ago that your face is not suitable for a prison guard, but at first glance you look like a pretty face, which prisoner would be afraid of you?"

Little white face?

Miss Yang, please pay attention to your rhetoric.

Jiang Ming squinted her eyes, looked at Yang Ziwen, and in the next second she seemed to have an epiphany, and said, "I praised you, I can't tell."

The meaning of flattery is obvious.

Jiang Ming didn't say anything else, picked up the knife and fork on the table and started cutting beef. He still couldn't figure out what to eat with this thing, but even though he didn't like it, he still had to fill his stomach, otherwise he would have to cook it when he got home. Noodles are out.

"I asked you to ask for leave, did you ask for it?"

Jiang Ming said "Hmm", "Please, but it hasn't been approved yet. I'll ask the leader at work tomorrow. I've been working on commuting my sentence recently. It will be handed in at the end of May, so I'm a little busy."

"Then let me know when the vacation is approved, and I will book a plane ticket"

Jiang Ming's thinking couldn't keep up with her, "Have you decided where to go before you book the ticket?"

Yang Ziwen tapped his head with the handle of the knife in his hand, a childlike smile flashed across his face, and said, "I want to go to Qinghai."

Jiang Ming nodded, "Okay, let's go to Qinghai then."

He has no objections at all.

"By the way", Yang Ziwen leaned over and took out a bag from left to right in his bag, "This is for you"

Jiang Ming looked down at the packaging bag thrown by Yang Ziwen, "Calvin Klein", and he knew what the gift was with just one glance.

"Open it to see the size, right?"

Jiang Ming bit his lower lip resentfully, left the bag on the chair beside him, and replied angrily, "Eat your meal!"

The rest of the time is reserved for Yang Ziwen to wow those anecdotes from all over the world, which flight has the longest legs, and which flight has the most bitches. . . . . .Or she had an affair with some other superstar.

Jiang Ming is very serious about being a listener. This is the secret to keeping their friendship fresh. She is responsible for speaking and he is responsible for listening.

Having known each other for more than ten years, this tacit understanding is still there.

After eating, Yang Ziwen paid the bill first. From Jiang Ming's point of view, this woman has only one advantage, that is, she is generous, and she is very generous. Maybe she has too much money to spend.

Outside, the rain wasn't about to stop, Yang Ziwen drove Jiang Ming to the entrance of the alley near his house, the inside was a bit narrow, even if he drove in, he couldn't get out with Yang Ziwen's driving skills. . . . . .

Jiang Ming waved his hand at Yang Ziwen and said, "I'm going back first, please drive slowly."

After walking two steps, he suddenly remembered something and turned around, "By the way, I remind you to wear a condom when you are ons (one night stand) with local men."

A word "Get out!" floated out from the crack of the window that was about to be rolled up, but it was submerged by the rain before it could reach Jiang Ming.

Uncle Li's grocery store in Yuhui District.

Different from the store on the street, this grocery store is on the first floor of a residential building in the community. The door on the left side of the balcony is changed behind the window. The base of the wall is full of flowers and plants raised by Uncle Li and his wife. It can be regarded as a community. An integral part of greening.

Since the sensor was installed at the door, Uncle Li can watch a group of old men and women playing mahjong in the back room every day with great peace of mind, instead of guarding the front room dryly.

After saying "Welcome", Jiang Ming walked into the shop.

He waited for about five seconds for the door of the inner room to open. Uncle Li stepped forward with one foot, but without turning his head, he gestured with one hand, and said, "Old Litou, I just said that you can't play that one, click on it." Black cannon!"

"I advised you so much just now, I didn't listen to the old man at all..."

Uncle Li murmured a few more words, and then he heard old Li's voice sighing, he probably lost a lot in this game.

Jiang Ming couldn't help pursing his lips and laughing when he heard that, he suddenly thought that he would live like this when he was old, drinking tea and playing cards at the same time, but there is a problem that he still doesn't know how to play that.

"Yo! Is Liushui off work?"

Liushui is the nickname given to Jiang Ming by Uncle Li. Because the radicals of his name are two three-dot waters, he became "Liushui". Even in the work unit, he was not immune to being called "Shui elder brother"

Jiang Ming was secretly grateful to his father who drove west of Hexi a few years ago, if his old man's knowledge was more profound, Jiang Ming would probably become a vast ocean by now. . . . . .

He tilted his head and glanced at the shelf of cigarettes behind the cash register, and said, "Uncle Li, come and pack Zhongnanhai, order 8"

"Liu Shui has been smoking a bit frequently recently, you are young, please smoke less." When Uncle Li said this, he was also swallowing his breath, squinting his eyes to look at Jiang Ming, and the posture of the person who came over was very high High.

Jiang Ming smiled, put the money on the cash register, quickly tore open the cigarette case, took out a cigarette from inside, lit it directly, then shook the cigarette in his hand, and said, "Let's go, Uncle Li."

"Hey! Liushui walk slowly"

After coming out of the grocery store, the rain still didn't stop. On rainy nights, the smell of lilacs was strong and ambiguous. This city has such a scene every May. Jiang Ming has long been used to it, so he is not in the mood to stop and admire it.

It's just that after walking a few steps, he heard a noise, accompanied by a few swear words, and the sound of bones colliding, which was obviously a fight.

Jiang Ming stepped on the rainwater and continued to walk forward.

Maybe it was the police uniform that was causing trouble, or maybe he was fascinated by the half glass of red wine for dinner, so he turned his head and took a look.

In the dark alley, there were no street lights, a group of people gathered together, and Jiang Ming could vaguely see someone lying on the ground.

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