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The little boy looked very pleasing, his complexion was very fair, and his little face was flushed red by the red cotton padded jacket, Zheng Jing liked it from the bottom of his heart.

Her family has few relatives, and there is only one aunt on her mother's side, and there are only one hand who can ask her for a red envelope.

Coupled with the fact that she was in a good mood today, she thought she would max out her credit card, but was pleasantly surprised that she only ate a delicious meal of grilled fish. Zheng Jing simply took out two Grandpa Mao cards from her pocket, but soon became worried again.

Seeing that the little boy's hands were still spread out, Zheng Jing squatted down in embarrassment: "Little brother, sister didn't bring a red envelope here, so I'll give you the lucky money directly, okay?"

It's a pity that the little boy didn't even look at the two pictures of Grandpa Mao. He shook his head again and again, but he still said the same two words: "Happy New Year, bring the red envelopes!"

This time the little boy's smiling eyes widened a little, and Zheng Jing got closer, feeling that the child's eyes were very dark, as if they could suck people in.

After thinking for a while, Zheng Jing raised her head and looked at Xia Qing beside her, only to find that she had stopped watching the fireworks, but frowned and looked down at herself: "Uh, Xia Qing, do you have any red envelopes?"

Xia Qing's expression was a bit weird, Zheng Jing looked puzzled, just wanted to ask again, but saw Xia Qing asked: "Where are the parents of this kid? If you give red envelopes to strange children like this, you are not afraid of anything happening. "

"..." Zheng Jing felt that she should be used to Xia Qing speaking regardless of the occasion, such as saying something unlucky during Chinese New Year, so she nodded after thinking for a moment, "You are right, give Children with so much money may not be a good thing."

Then, Zheng Jing felt that Xia Qing's dignified expression changed slightly, as if... she was despising herself.

Then Zheng Jing discovered in despair that she seemed to be used to Xia Qing despising herself.

In any case, she curled her lips and turned around to ask where the little boy's parents were and take him to find someone, but she didn't expect the little boy to disappear.

Without saying a word, without even hearing footsteps, the little boy just disappeared.

Zheng Jing stood up and looked around for a while, then turned to look at Xia Qing: "Did you see that child?"

"Go into the crowd." Xia Qing said it very indifferently, as if she didn't care about the child's safety at all.

"What if something goes wrong!" Zheng Jing was a little annoyed.

Xia Qing glanced at her, and looked at the children running and playing in the square: "Then do you want to ask them one by one, where are their parents?"

Following Xia Qing's eyes, he looked at the children around him. Most of them were playing around in small groups, and it was true that they couldn't tell whether their parents were nearby.

Zheng Jing also understood that her words were a bit unreasonable, so she just muttered: "I... I am still a child after all, and I am prone to danger."

"That's true." Strangely, Xia Qing actually affirmed Zheng Jing's words.

Zheng Jing glanced at Xia Qing in surprise, just in time to meet Xia Qing's eyes that had just been withdrawn from a distance, a big golden firework exploded in the air and fell like tassels, illuminating Xia Qing's face, her black pupils seemed to be There are stars twinkling.

Zheng Jing inexplicably felt a little hot on her face, and turned her eyes to look at the various fireworks on the square.

"Officer Zheng, how about we feed the pigeons?" Xia Qing's voice reached her ears, another strange remark at a strange time.

But Zheng Jing still nodded unconsciously, and followed Xia Qing to a piece of grass near the square.

There is no fireworks area here, and there is not much light, so no one leans here.

The laughter and hustle and bustle of the square not far away can be heard here, as if separated by an invisible membrane.

Xia Qing walked to the lawn, and Zheng Jing followed, and was surprised to find that there were really a lot of pigeons gathered here.

The pigeons were scattered all over, not afraid of people, they only made room for the two sudden intruders, and they didn't seem to flee in any panic.

"There are so many pigeons here." Zheng Jing couldn't help sighing.

Xia Qing chuckled: "Officer Zheng probably spends all his time on the case."

Zheng Jing scratched her head, thought for a while and then smiled: "It doesn't count, we also have vacations."

Xia Qing didn't continue talking about this topic, but just took out a bag from her bag.

There was a grain the size of a rice grain in the bag, and Zheng Jing couldn't figure out what it was because they were all red.

Zheng Jing came all the way with Xia Qing, but she didn't see when she bought anything. Obviously, this bag was originally brought by Xia Qing in her bag.

She planned to come here to feed the pigeons from the beginning?With weird red rice?

Zheng Jing was dumbfounded.

But Xia Qing's actions seemed to be just that.

She took out a handful of red "rice" and sprinkled it out.In an instant, those pigeons flew up, fluttering their wings back and forth at low altitude to compete for food, and Xia Qing continued to sprinkle red rice until the bag was completely empty.

The lawn became lively.

The pigeons kept flying, some accidentally bumped into one piece, shed a few feathers while struggling, and some rushed to the lawn early in the morning to search.

Zheng Jing just looked at it like that, and inadvertently felt an unusual taste of the year.

She looked at all kinds of pigeons with great interest, but she didn't realize that Xia Qing glanced at the string of wooden prayer beads her grandmother gave her on her wrist.

Of course, she didn't even know that the excitement of the flock of pigeons in front of her was completely different in Xia Qing's eyes.

In Xia Qing's eyes, what she sends out is actually a kind of red envelope from the underworld, and those who are constantly scrambling for these red envelopes are some ghosts who have never left this world mixed in their respective groups.

At this time, a child in red clothes ran all the way from the other side of the square. Seeing that he was about to step into the lawn, he suddenly stopped and looked at Xia Qing and Zheng Jing in surprise, hesitating and daring not to come in.

Zheng Jing found the little boy and waved to him with a smile: "Come on, there are many cute pigeons here!"

There was a flash of struggle in the little boy's eyes, and finally he shook his head and retreated step by step, turned around and ran towards the crowded place.

Zheng Jing looked at Xia Qing in confusion: "Did I scare him just now?"

"I think he actually likes you quite a bit." Xia Qing glanced at the bloody footprints left by the little boy when he ran back. The footprints were obviously much deeper than the ones he saw before. It seems that the little boy was in the crowd just now. He got the "red envelope" he wanted.

"..." Zheng Jing felt that Xia Qing was so different from others.Do you like her to turn around and run away?

"Okay, it's a bit cold, let's go back." Xia Qing clapped her hands, threw the empty bag into the trash can on the edge of the lawn, ignored the ghosts rushing towards the trash can, and walked towards Zheng Jing explain.

Zheng Jing is still a little short-circuited in her brain, so she unconsciously asked: "Uh, shall we? Where are we going back?"

As soon as the words came out, Zheng Jing realized that she seemed to have said something that could be misunderstood. Before she had time to explain, she received Xia Qing's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and she shivered behind her back.

"Officer Zheng...you want to be with me—" Xia Qing bit the word "with me" emphatically, "Where are you going back?"

What Zheng Jing is most afraid of is when Xia Qing shows this kind of expression. Every time Xia Qing shows this kind of expression, there is nothing good. She shakes her head hastily: "Uh, of course... everyone goes back to their homes."

Xia Qing didn't express her position, she just looked Zheng Jing up and down, and when she saw that she was feeling hairy, she suddenly walked towards Zheng Jing, and stuffed a triangle made of red paper into Zheng Jing's pocket: "Officer Zheng, after you go back Press this under the pillow, it will make you sleep well~"

At this time, Xia Qing was very close, and Zheng Jing felt that her breath could almost touch her face when she spoke, and her heart became inexplicably nervous, and she nodded repeatedly before she could understand what she heard.

Xia Qing smiled knowingly, took two steps back and beckoned: "Then we have a chance to see you again, Officer Zheng."