you are my tomorrow

At the end of February, after a snow fell in City S, that snow could almost be said to be the last snow of this winter. After that, the spring sunshine hung in the sky every day, almost melting all the snow accumulated throughout the winter. There is also a taste of spring in the wind.

It has been almost half a year since Han Qing joined the K-gang. Through Wu Bin's introduction, he got to know some underworld bosses in the drug business, big and small. The important thing is to avoid Wu Bin's suspicion. He told Wu Bin that he didn't want to reveal his real name to outsiders. He agreed, and he knew that if the drug business was successful, if other bosses were caught by the police, they would inevitably be forced to interrogate them, and it would be bad for them to confess. Except for his parents who have passed away, no one knows that his name and ID card are all fake.

Because Han Qing is a quick learner and gets acquainted with other bosses very quickly, the goods are naturally selling well. The various drugs of the K gang also occupy a certain "market" in Song's major nightclubs. To a certain extent, this It was all due to Han Qing, so Wu Bin naturally treated Han Qing differently, not only rewarding him with a house and a car, but also announcing to the K gang that the younger brothers would listen to Han Qing as much as they listened to him.

Wu Bin felt that he had read the right person. He had obtained such a "treasure" as Han Qing. He also gave Han Qing some ingredients and production "crafts" of some of the more "famous" drugs of the K gang, but he didn't know his past, and the investigation didn't help. No useful information was found out, so I didn't tell him the ingredients and craftsmanship of "Jesus Perfume", the best-selling and the root of K-gang.

"Jesus Perfume" is a transparent liquid extracted from a plant called "Beauty Plum" in the African tropical rainforest. After extraction, it is divided into 2ml brown bottles. "Beauty plum" only grows in humid and hot tropics, and Asia only grows in places with tropical rainforests such as Thailand and Vietnam. Its taste is not the same as that of temperate plants. It only takes 2 seconds for the aroma to reach the center of the human body. Nerves can make people hallucinate, or let people immerse themselves in the happiest time of life, as if entering heaven, so it is named "Jesus perfume".

Uncle Song asked Han Qing to investigate the drug "Jesus Perfume", because "Beauty Plum" is not produced in China, and the domestic production line generally has a low degree of purification. If Wu Bin purifies it in China, the cost will be high, so Wu Bin hardly produces "Jesus Perfume" in China. , to take into account the Asian market, but also to prevent being "one-pot" by the police, so he generally purchases raw materials from Africa, Thailand, and Vietnam, sets up a factory in Singapore for production, and then sends them to China and other Asian countries for sale from Singapore. I hired a factory director named "Lao Xin" to supervise the production in Singapore. The two seem to be in a supply relationship, but they are actually Wu Bin's people.

Han Qing knew that Wu Bin did not fully trust himself, because although Wu Bin let him manage some drugs of the K gang, he almost never let him handle "Jesus perfume". "Jesus perfume" is usually Wu Bin himself looking for customers, selling and After sales, although Han Qing already knew that "Jesus Perfume" was purchased from a person named "Lao Xin" in Singapore and Lao Xin's account, but Han Qing could not find Lao Xin's contact information, which was also the most troublesome thing for Han Qing things.

On the second day after the last snowfall, Han Qing, who had been busy all day, finally left the office building of Gang K when the hour hand pointed to 10:5 pm, because Han Qing recently sold a big list, and Wu Bin gave him [-] days off.

Being busy all the time, Han Qing got into the car and remembered that he hadn't gone to see Meng Qinghuan for a week, so Han Qing, who wanted to go home, started the car and drove to Meng Qinghuan's clinic.

After more than two months of acquaintance, Meng Qinghuan seems to have become an indispensable friend of Han Qing. Although it is not as close as Comet and Zhongyi, but when he is with Meng Qinghuan, he always feels that his world will never be purer than before. Heping, even if he and Meng Qinghuan don't say anything, just read a book quietly together, Han Qing will feel comfortable and comfortable, and he also likes Meng Qinghuan's eyes, there is always a world where there is nothing to contend with, as if there is nothing in this world All interests have nothing to do with Meng Qinghuan.

Han Qing didn't want to break the peace of that "world", and he didn't want to be spurned by Meng Qinghuan. He never told Meng Qinghuan that he was in the drug business, let alone his real identity. He just said that the gang he was in was helping some Entertainment places charge protection fees, and sometimes there are beatings and killings. Meng Qinghuan doesn't want to know what Han Qing is doing. He listens to whatever Han Qing tells him. He never asks, and doesn't want to ask. Although he was a little concerned about Han Qing's "occupation", he just felt that Han Qing was not the bad guy he imagined. He knew that Han Qing was different, so forget it, Han Qing didn't come this week , he was a little worried that Han Qing's injury was real, he didn't know why he would think of Han Qing inadvertently, when Han Qing was just injured, he came here almost every day, and Meng Qinghuan had just learned about Han Qing's "occupation" , so he was a little bored, but after a long time, he slowly accepted it in his heart. If Han Qing didn't come, he would be a little worried, afraid that Han Qing would be injured again, but sometimes he would receive a call from Han Qing Or text messages, and feel at ease.

At 10:[-], Han Qing's car stopped in front of Meng Qinghuan's clinic. The light box in front of the door was off, and there was a faint light in the window. Han Qing parked his car and walked to the door of the clinic, knocked and locked it. There was no one answering the door, so he knocked again. Only then did the sound of someone wearing slippers come out from inside. The door was opened a crack, and Meng Qinghuan poked out half of his head. Seeing that it was Han Qing, he was a little surprised. , but still opened the door neatly and let Han Qing into the house.

"Come so late? I don't have any food here." Meng Qinghuan turned and walked into the operating room. Usually, if he was too late to go home, he would stay in the operating room. After locking the door, Han Qing took off his coat to the front desk. Also into the operating room.

"Am I an idiot? Do I only eat when I come to you?" Han Qing was a little tired. Seeing that there were medical books on one hospital bed and the quilt was covered by someone, he consciously lay down on another hospital bed.

"No, you have to eat every time you come to my place. It's so late, I've already finished my dinner." Feeling a little cold, Meng Qinghuan shrank into his bed, put the medical book on his lap and read it seriously, Han Qing lay down at an angle where he could see Meng Qinghuan reading a book. After thinking about it, Meng Qinghuan seemed to be right.

Han Qing didn't bother Meng Qinghuan who was reading seriously, but just looked at him quietly, and waited until Meng Qinghuan felt sleepy before putting down the book and turning off the bedside lamp. It was already past 12 o'clock.

"What book are you reading? So serious." Han Qing opened his mouth slowly when he heard that Meng Qinghuan was lying down. Meng Qinghuan was startled, he thought Han Qing had fallen asleep.

"I want to open a larger private clinic in the future, but I need a higher degree, so I want to take the postgraduate exam in internal medicine recently, and I will take the exam in mid-April, and I have to help the grandparents in the community to see a doctor during the day, so I can only rely on the evening review."

The corners of Han Qing's mouth curved upwards. He felt that Meng Qinghuan's decision was not sudden, as if it would happen sooner or later, "Then work hard, I believe in your strength."

"By the way, is the knife wound on your back completely healed? You haven't been here for a while, and I forgot to look at it for you just now."

"It's already healed, but when it's cold, the wound still hurts."

"Then let me take a look at it for you tomorrow."

"No, I'll arrange another 'task' for you tomorrow."

"Arrange for me? Another 'task'?" Meng Qinghuan was a little strange.

"Five days from tomorrow, I can take a vacation, let's go to Japan to have fun."

"You are so strange. You asked me to cheer up just now, but now you ask me to go out with you. If you don't go, I have to go to work and read at night." Han Qing heard the sound of someone turning over on the bed not far away.

"Anyway, the grandparents from the community come to you to see a minor ailment like a headache and a cold. So what if you have a few days off? Relax, reading is more efficient, I have experience."

"Do you have 'experience'?" Meng Qinghuan said in "surprise", and Han Qing immediately realized the meaning behind Meng Qinghuan's surprise, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

"Actually, I studied very well when I was a child, but I didn't study seriously after I went to high school, and I didn't go to university after graduating from high school."

Meng Qinghuan was silent for a while, "Anyway, I won't go, you can go by yourself, I'm asleep." In the dark, Han Qing pursed his lips, with a smirk on his lips.

The next morning, Meng Qinghuan got up on time, but there was no sign of Han Qing on the other bed. He thought that Han Qing had left first, so he didn't think much about it. Looking at the computer leisurely, drinking water, seeing Meng Qinghuan coming out, his eyes were narrowed with a smile, Meng Qinghuan "shuddered", he always felt that Han Qing seemed to have done something.

"My computer has a password. How did you unlock it?" Meng Qinghuan was already walking towards the kitchen, but suddenly remembered that the computer had a password.

"I just booked two tickets to Tokyo at 3:[-] p.m., and I'll go home later to pack up, so you should pack up, too. I've already put away your books for you. I'll pick you up for lunch at noon, and then Just go directly to the airport." Han Qing ignored Meng Qinghuan's question, stood up, put on his coat, opened the door and went out, Meng Qinghuan also ran out, but Han Qing got into the car.

"Hey! I haven't agreed yet. Besides, how did you know my ID number? How did you buy the plane ticket for me?" Meng Qinghuan stood by the car and motioned for Han Qing to roll down the window.

"Anyway, I always have a way to know. I have already told the grandparents in the community through emails and phone calls that you are sick today and will not open the door for 6 days from today. You should pack your things quickly after breakfast. Procrastinating." Han Qing was still smiling like a cat, he heated up the car, and drove away when Meng Qinghuan was in a daze, leaving only Meng Qinghuan stomping his feet in anger.

However, such "trivial things" as deciphering computer passwords and hacking the household registration system still can't trouble Han Qing, who "didn't study hard after high school".

The plane was flying in the clouds, and Meng Qinghuan's face was stinky from eating at noon to getting on the plane, but this seemed to be expected by Han Qing, so Han Qing didn't talk to Meng Qinghuan too much. Qing also changed Meng Qinghuan's seat by the window, and his own leaned outside. After boarding the plane, Meng Qinghuan kept looking out of the window, while Han Qing put on his earphones and took out a book from his bag to read. Sleepy and boring, Meng Qinghuan leaned back on the seat and fell asleep without looking at it for a while. Han Qing glanced sideways at Meng Qinghuan's sleeping face, which was still slightly open. Meng Qinghuan closed the cover and continued to read her book.

Meng Qinghuan didn't wake up until he was about to get off the plane when the notification sounded. He saw that Han Qing was collecting his earphone cable. On the small table in front of him was a book with the cover of "The Little Prince". I picked it up and flipped through it, only to realize that this book turned out to be the original document!Meng Qinghuan looked in surprise at Han Qing who was looking at him cheerfully. Han Qing took the book into his hand and put it in his bag. Meng Qinghuan began to wonder if the person in front of him had just graduated from high school.

The plane landed at Haneda Airport. The two of them pulled their suitcases through customs and walked out of the airport. It was almost 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was getting dark.

"Where are we going to settle?" Meng Qinghuan didn't know what kind of medicine Han Qing was selling in the gourd, so he thought that Han Qing had already planned it anyway, so he didn't think about anything more. Where are they going to live.

"I booked a hot spring hotel in Izu, so we need to transfer to go there now." Han Qing reached out to hail a taxi, put his and Meng Qinghuan's luggage into the trunk, then stuffed the stunned Meng Qinghuan into the taxi, and sat in the taxi. The position of the co-pilot, "Please take us to the train station." Han Qing's Japanese accent, which is almost equivalent to that of a Japanese, made Meng Qinghuan even more speechless, and could only comfort himself with "he just said this sentence better".

At the train station not far away, Han Qing bought a train ticket to Izu from the ticket vending machine. Meng Qinghuan had learned a little Japanese by himself, but he never used it. Skillfully back and forth, and finally, when the two train tickets were held in Han Qing's hands, Meng Qinghuan had to look at the people around him with research eyes.

But Han Qing still smiled lightly, as if he didn't notice Meng Qinghuan's doubts.

After a 4-hour journey, the two finally arrived at the Izu train station. It was already 9 o'clock in the evening. There were no people in the small station. Meng Qinghuan, who was eating dinner, felt his stomach was growling with hunger, but Han Qing, who was eating a bowl of ramen in the car, seemed to be in good spirits.

After leaving the train station, there happened to be a car at the taxi stop. The two put their luggage in the trunk as usual, and then got into the taxi. Han Qing was still sitting in the co-pilot's seat, "Do you know Suqiu Hot Spring?" Han Qing Politely ask the driver.

"Not sure, do you know the way? If you know, can you show me the way?" The driver hesitated for a while and looked at Han Qing apologetically.

"I know the way. I can show you the way." Han Qing smiled politely, probably told the driver the direction, and the car started.

Meng Qinghuan tried his best to listen to the conversation between the two, but he only understood 1/5 of it. Hearing Han Qing's Japanese fluency, it didn't look like he had only learned it for a while. Meng Qinghuan had a completely different feeling, although he didn't know how much ink he had hidden in his stomach.

In less than half an hour, the car stopped in front of a traditional Japanese house, a small hot spring hotel with a small door.After getting out of the car, the two dragged their luggage and walked into the gate. As Meng Qinghuan imagined, this is a small hot spring hotel, basically a homestay. The owner sitting in the small front desk is a fat old man , about 70 years old, when he saw Han Qing coming in, he walked out of the front desk enthusiastically, and Han Qing hugged him firmly, and then the two chatted warmly, Meng Qinghuan probably understood the two people saying that they hadn't seen each other for a long time What's the matter, there are Chinese names like Comet and Zhongyi in the middle. Although the boss is a bit older, maybe the two are familiar. Han Qing didn't say honorific words to the boss, and the boss didn't seem to have any As if he didn't care, the boss also called out the proprietress, who was also a little older, but when she saw Han Qing coming, she also had a smile on her face.

After chatting for a few words, the boss noticed Meng Qinghuan behind Han Qing. He glanced at Meng Qinghuan, questioned, and then looked at Han Qing in a complicated manner. Han Qing smiled and glanced at Meng Qinghuan, "A friend." Han Qing didn't After introducing Meng Qinghuan too much to the elderly, Meng Qinghuan couldn't say anything, just smiled stylized, and then bowed to the two elderly people, "He is a bit hungry, can you help him get something to eat later?" Han Qing Pointing to Meng Qinghuan and looking at the proprietress with a smile, the proprietress gave Meng Qinghuan a kind smile, nodded, then turned and left.

The owner’s hot spring hotel has only 7 rooms, which may be the reason why spring is coming. There are only a couple of guests in the hotel, and the other rooms are empty. The owner gave the largest room for two people. Han Qing seems to be interested in this place. Very familiar, where the quilt is placed, the wardrobe, and the bathroom are all like his own home. After entering the house, Han Qing took a shower in the bathroom, and when he came out after wiping his hair, he had already changed into home clothes. He was still sitting in the middle of the ground with his coat on, but without a scarf and hat, and his luggage was placed two steps away from him.

"Aren't you taking a shower? Why don't you change your clothes? Isn't it hot? The proprietress will bring you some food later." Han Qing sat down not far from Meng Qinghuan, lowered his head and concentrated on brushing his hair.

Meng Qinghuan sighed softly, moved a little towards Han Qing's direction, lowered her body, and looked at Han Qing's drooping eyes because of lowering her head. Meng Qinghuan's sudden gaze caught Han Qing by surprise. also stopped.

Meng Qinghuan's bright eyes showed a serious gaze, which made Han Qing gasp, as if he would not vomit again, and his heartbeat became a little disordered.

"who are you?"

Han Qing was taken aback by Meng Qinghuan's serious question.