you are my tomorrow

When the two arrived at the orchestra, Zhao Rongzhen made an excuse to go to the bathroom. He just called his father and said that the orchestra couldn't go back temporarily because of something, and asked Zhao Qian to send him the killer information he found.

Zhao Rongzhen returned to the rehearsal room, but did not enter the room. He just quietly watched the left-hand melody being practiced next to the piano at the door. The lights were not turned on in the room. Only the two rows of spotlights above the piano shrouded the comet and the piano in a warm atmosphere. In the goose-yellow light, Comet did not sit upright, his back was slightly hunched, and his feet were lightly stepping on the rhythm instrument. Because there were some parts that he could not play well, his right hand was gently assisting on the keys without real effort.

This picture reminded Zhao Rongzhen of the photo of the comet that Oda took when he was in Japan, it was peaceful and warm, how much Zhao Rongzhen wanted to stop time, just stay in this moment.

As if sensing someone at the door, Comet turned back to look at the door, the corners of his mouth curled up just right, "Aren't you practicing? Didn't you say that you are not at ease?" Comet waved to Zhao Rongzhen, Zhao Rongzhen nodded, and walked towards the piano in a leisurely manner. go.

At that time, Zhao Rongzhen didn't know that he was also walking towards his future.

When people get busy, time flies very quickly. In a blink of an eye, Wednesday is here. Maybe it’s because Comet and Zhao Rongzhen are both very talented. In 5 days, the two of them have played one-third of the ensemble. This made Comet feel a bit miraculous. He had only heard of four-handed bombing, but he had never thought of collaborating in this way. He had to admire Zhao Rongzhen. Sometimes strange ideas that popped up suddenly could really come true.

When he was about to get off work, Zhao Rongzhen went out to answer the phone. It was Zhang Wei who reminded him not to forget to meet L from the K gang at 8 pm. He had already reserved a room at a Japanese restaurant next to "Green Fruit". Go with Zhao Rongzhen.When Zhao Rongzhen returned to the rehearsal room, he closed the keyboard cover of the piano, and Comeet, who was resting while drinking water, was a little surprised.

"Are you going to get off work normally today?" Comet, who had been working overtime with Zhao Rongzhen in the orchestra for several days, was a little strange, that person actually closed the piano cover.

"I'll take you home first. I have something to do tonight, so I might go back later."

"Oh." Comet put down the water glass, tidied up the sheet music on the piano, and went home with Zhao Rongzhen. Zhao Rongzhen changed into a little more formal clothes and went out again. With the sound of closing the door, the empty house opened again. Comet is left alone.

Zhao Rongzhen first went to the company to meet Zhang Wei. The employees who hadn't left work saw the sudden appearance of Zhao Rongzhen, who had been around for a long time, and got up and bowed to say hello, but Zhao Rongzhen didn't think about it, and just hurried into Zhang Wei's office.

"Brother." Hearing someone enter the door, Zhang Wei raised his head and saw Zhao Rongzhen walking in, put down his pen and stood up.

"Do you have any detailed information on the current 'leader' of the K gang?" Zhao Rongzhen sat down on the sofa opposite Zhang Wei. Zhang Wei lowered his head and took out a dozen documents from the drawer, got up and walked to Zhao Rongzhen.

Zhao Rongzhen flipped through the materials of the K gang, which also introduced the "L" they were about to meet. This talent was "promoted" to the position of Wu Bin's deputy in less than half a year after joining the K gang. "Not only is it a top-notch place in S City, but the volume is also very large, which has brought a lot of profits to the K Gang. Will the "Jesus Perfume" flow into "Green Fruit" and the informant report have something to do with this person? ?Has basically nothing to do with the K gang, did Wu Bin reach out to "Green Fruit" because he wanted to expand the market?

Zhao Rongzhen looked at L's information without photos, and his eyes sank.

According to the agreed time, Zhao Rongzhen and Zhang Wei arrived at the reserved restaurant 10 minutes earlier, ordered the food and waited for L to arrive, but at 8:20, L had not arrived yet, Zhao Rongzhen also felt a little impatient, he They are all people who are being waited on, and have never waited for others like this.

"Is the appointment at 8 o'clock? Is the address you told them correct?" Zhao Rongzhen asked Zhang Wei beside him, looking at the time on the phone a little impatiently.

"It must be true, his secretary confirmed with me twice." Zhang Wei also felt a little anxious, "Otherwise, I will urge him..."

"Wait another 10 minutes." Zhao Rongzhen pressed Zhang Wei's hand that picked up the phone.

Time passed by minute by minute. At nearly 8:[-], when Zhang Wei hesitated to call L, the door of the box was slowly opened. Zhao Rongzhen and Zhang Wei looked at the door at the same time. In blue jeans and a black casual suit, he looked like a person of the same age. He opened the door and appeared at the door of the box. Although he was not tall, there was a maturity in his eyes that did not match his age. Sophisticated, and his face made Zhao Rongzhen feel vaguely familiar.

"Sorry, I'm late. Hello, both of you. I'm L."

In the quiet private room, Zhao Rongzhen and Han Qing sat opposite each other. There was a sumptuous meal on the table, but it was almost cold, and no one touched a chopstick.

"I would like to take the liberty to ask, have we met before?" Finally, Zhao Rongzhen broke the silence. He always felt that L in front of him looked familiar, but he didn't remember where he met him.

"Of course not. Although the Tiger Gang and the K Gang had a little bit of a festival, we have never met." Han Qing seemed to be smiling faintly, but it didn't make people feel that he was really smiling.

"May I ask your real name? Maybe we've met before, I always thought you looked familiar."

"It's just a name for people in the rivers and lakes. Everyone calls me L. Over time, I get used to it. You should call me that too." Han Qing looked at the wine pot on the table, and was about to reach for it. But Zhang Wei picked it up before him, poured him a glass first, then poured a glass for Zhao Rongzhen and himself.

Zhao Rongzhen raised his wine glass, and Zhang Wei also raised his wine glass, "I respect you first, Mr. L."

Han Qing also raised his wine glass, and bumped it lightly with Zhao Rongzhen's wine glass in mid-air, but he didn't drink it immediately, just looked at Zhao Rongzhen, Zhao Rongzhen also understood what Han Qing meant, and drank his own wine first. After all, Han Qing drank his wine.

"The Tiger Gang and the K Gang have never had any friendship. I like to get straight to the point when I do things. This time, Mr. Zhao took the initiative to contact the K Gang. There must be something wrong." Han Qing put the wine glass back on the table, and Zhang Wei refilled another glass for him. .

Zhao Rongzhen lowered his eyebrows and smiled, "I like straightforward people like Mr. L. Since this is the case, let me just say it straight. You must have heard that 'Jesus Perfume' appeared in the 'Green Fruit' KTV under Lion Hall a few days ago. and someone reported it to Tiaozi, which made 'Green Fruit' still sealed and not open for business. The police station has often come to trouble me recently. Although the Lion Hall belongs to the Tiger Gang, but based on my comparison I hate drugs, so Lion Hall has never been in the drug business. "Jesus Perfume" is also a "specialty product" of the K gang. I also asked my younger brother, and some people said that the K gang sold it to the chief foreman of "Green Fruit". Yes, I don't know if you or Mr. Zhao signaled to do this this time? Also, is the person who told the note one of yours?"

Zhao Rongzhen's words seemed to be in Han Qing's arms, and Han Qing seemed to know what Zhao Rongzhen was going to ask, he sighed softly, as if he couldn't help him, "I have heard about this matter, but I will help you." I can't help you," Zhao Rongzhen looked at Han Qing in confusion, "Let me tell you this, although I am nominally Brother Zhao's most capable assistant, I do control 1/2 of the 'source' and sales volume of the K gang, but I don't own the right to manage 'Jesus Perfume'. Brother Zhao has always been in direct contact with buyers and factories. Only Brother Zhao knows where 'Jesus Perfume' is produced and who it is sold to. So you may I don’t believe it, but it’s true, so I don’t know what’s going on with the “Jesus Perfume” that appeared in the “Green Fruit”, and I don’t know who told the note.” Han Qing picked up his glass and drank his own wine However, Zhao Rongzhen and Zhang Wei didn't notice the cunning that flashed from Han Qing's eyes when he lowered his eyes.

"Then it seems that I have found the wrong person." Zhao Rongzhen shook his head a little "unfortunately", "I heard that Mr. Wu went to Singapore and hasn't come back yet. When will he come back?"

"Angkor is a bit busy recently. I heard that there is a batch of goods to be rushed, so he may not be able to be in China for a short time, but he knows that you are also a famous pianist, Mr. Zhao. You will hold your first concert in China at the end of this month. He is also a piano enthusiast. , specially asked me to book two tickets to support him, he should come back by then, if there is a chance, I can introduce you to each other."

Zhao Rongzhen was taken aback for a moment. Although everyone knew that the prince of the Tiger Gang could play the piano, almost no one knew that he was the chief pianist of the National Orchestra. He wondered how Wu Bin would know, but Zhao Rongzhen still looked at Han Han calmly. Qing, "Okay, it would be great if Mr. Zhao and you can come. Then I will ask my assistant to invite you to the backstage. I must meet Mr. Wu..." Zhao Rongzhen didn't finish his sentence, Han Qing His mobile phone rang, and he looked at Zhao Rongzhen and Zhang Wei apologetically, Zhao Rongzhen made a gesture of "Please go ahead", Han Qing took out the mobile phone from his coat pocket.

"Hello...is that so?...well, I'll go back now, and I'll deal with it when I get back." Han Qing hung up the phone and looked at Zhao Rongzhen and Zhang Wei regretfully, "I'm so sorry, I have something to do in the gang right now. Go back and deal with it, I have to leave first."

"It's okay, if you have something to do, I won't keep you anymore, but please also convey my wish to Mr. Wu, that is, I ask Mr. Wu not to worry too much about the Tiger Gang's store. If he must expand on the Tiger Gang's territory In terms of business scope, I can give him 1 or 2 stores from my store as a gift, but please don't be in the 'Green Fruit', because 'Green Fruit' is one of the few stores in the tiger gang that does not have drug distribution. Now, Zhao also attaches great importance to this point, and I hope Mr. Wu can understand."

"Okay, I will convey it, then I will take my leave first." Han Qing nodded with a smile.

Zhao Rongzhen and Zhang Wei sent Han Qing to the door of the box, watched Han Qing leave and then returned to the box, the two sat opposite each other, Zhang Wei asked the waiter to remove Han Qing's tableware and replace his own .

"Brother, besides waiting for Wu Bin to come back, is there any other way?"

"I can only wait. Anyway, Tiao Zi goes to 'Green Fruit' almost every day, and there is nothing to do there. As long as the goods are processed before Uncle Song arrives, is it still Ren Qiang who comes every day? Foreman Li Stay alive, I don't have time yet, don't kill him, and don't let him commit suicide." Zhao Rongzhen picked up the flagon thoughtfully, and filled his and Zhang Wei's cups with wine, Zhang Wei It is also natural to see what Zhao Rongzhen seems to be thinking.

"Well, I see, it's that Ren Qiang who comes here every day, it seems that he wants to show you, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I'm not sure about some things, I'll tell you when I'm sure, that Ren Qiang is quite an eyesore... let's get rid of it as soon as possible." A trace of disgust flashed in Zhao Rongzhen's eyes, "The dishes on this table have not been touched. Come have a few drinks with me today." Sweeping away the obscurity just now, Zhao Rongzhen raised his spirits and raised his wine glass.

"You won't just take this table of cold dishes as an invitation to me?" Zhang Wei looked at Zhao Rongzhen with disgust, and then looked at the food on the table.

"Can't you?" Zhao Rongzhen looked at Zhang Wei with "disappointment", as if thanking him with this table of dishes.

"Of course not. When you can come to work, you can give me a vacation. You can thank me that way." Zhang Wei picked up the cup, touched Zhao Rongzhen's cup lightly, and the two drank it down in one gulp.

"That can't be done, I can't lose you as the 'right hand', I will give you a raise." Zhao Rongzhen said while pouring wine for Zhang Wei.

After seeing Zhao Rongzhen, Han Qing's tense nerves relaxed a little, because he was busy with the K gang and trying to find a way to meet Zhao Rongzhen. Since the last night with Meng Qinghuan, the two of them have never seen each other again. , Counting with fingers, it's been almost a week, Han Qing has been busy with the K gang and saving Comet, and for a while he forgot about Meng Qinghuan, and Meng Qinghuan didn't contact him.

Thinking of this, Han Qing gradually felt a sense of guilt. He went back to his room, locked the door, found Meng Qinghuan's number in the phone book, and looked up at the watch on the wall. It was almost 11 o'clock. After hesitating for a while, I still didn't press the answer button, but switched to the "information mode".

--are you asleep?

After 5 minutes, when Han Qing thought that Meng Qinghuan had already fallen asleep, the text message rang suddenly in the quiet room, and Han Qing took the phone——

——Not yet, I'm reading a book for the postgraduate entrance examination.

--Where?

--Home.

--I will look for you.

--Don't.

--why?

Another 10 minutes passed.

——The exam will be in mid-April.

Han Qing looked at the phone screen and burst out laughing with a "puchi", but a warm current flowed through his heart, and Meng Qinghuan's tangled expression appeared in his mind.

- I promise not to "do" anything before your exam, I still have something for you.

Another 10 minutes passed.

——I’m going to the National Library at 2 o’clock tomorrow afternoon. There are books about medicine on the third floor. I’m going to bed. Don’t disturb me.

Han Qing didn't send Meng Qinghuan any more text messages. He jumped out of bed, took out two tickets for Zhao Rongzhen's recital from the desk drawer, put them in his wallet, and put the wallet in his coat pocket. Back on the bed, turn off the bedside lamp, close your eyes, and smile involuntarily.

At this time, the lights in Meng Qinghuan's bedroom were also dark, and the corners of Meng Qinghuan's mouth curved into a beautiful smile, and the curvature of the corners of their mouths was very similar.

The next morning, Han Qing arrived at the company early, didn't even eat lunch, hurriedly finished all the work of the day, and finally walked out of the company's gate at 1:2, and the speeding car arrived at nearly 3:[-] National Library, after parking the car, he went to the library on the third floor. He searched inside, but there was no sign of Meng Qinghuan on the bookshelf or table. He must have not come yet, so he went to the door of the library. wait.

Sure enough, Meng Qinghuan was a punctual person. He appeared in front of the library door on the third floor at 2 o'clock on time. As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Han Qing strolling back and forth in front of the door. When he heard someone coming up, Han Qing also turned his head to look at the stairs. Sure enough, he saw the person he wanted to see. Immediately, a big smile appeared on Han Qing's face, and his eyes were also narrowed. Seeing such a smile, Meng Qinghuan unconsciously wanted to laugh, but just as he was about to grin the corners of his mouth, he stopped. Holding back his smile, he walked into the library alone. Han Qing followed Meng Qinghuan and sat down in a seat by the window. Han Qing asked Meng Qinghuan to find a book, and he occupied a seat for him here.

Meng Qinghuan came back with three books, and it was already 10 minutes later. I don't know where Han Qing hid the book "The Little Prince" that they read on the plane when they went to Japan. He lay on the table and read it carefully. Seeing that Meng Qinghuan was back, he patted the seat beside him with a smile. Everyone could see a big tail behind Han Qing wagging back and forth. After this seat, sit down on the seat next to the window. Of course, Han Qing would not keep the empty seat, and immediately moved to Meng Qinghuan. Meng Qinghuan gave Han Qing a disgusted look, and warned him to read quietly and not to disturb him. , Han Qing nodded vigorously, pointed to the "Anatomy" that Meng Qinghuan put in front of him, then pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from Meng Qinghuan's folder, and wrote a few words——

If there is anything you don't understand in this book, you can ask me when you go back, and I can explain every knowledge point in it for you.come on!

Meng Qinghuan glanced at Han Qing suspiciously, then shook his head lightly, subconsciously began to read the book, Han Qing saw Meng Qinghuan's gradually serious expression, the corners of his mouth also curled up, and then, Han Qing also shifted his gaze to his own. on the book.

The library was so quiet that only the sound of flipping books and the deliberately light footsteps of people getting up were left. The spring sun lazily shone through the window, enveloping Meng Qinghuan and Han Qing beside the bed in his arms, as if they were A thin layer of mist sprinkled in the quiet air. This quiet moment always reminded Han Qing that when he was home without work, it was also such a sunny afternoon. He and Zhongyi sat quietly on the sofa with coffee or red wine and listened to the piano music. When they were sleepy, they fell asleep with the sound of the piano. When they woke up, the sun had already set, and they were covered by someone Thin blankets, days like this have nothing to do with blood and killing, but only with peace and quiet.

At this moment, Ye Shang Han Qing occasionally had the idea of ​​leaving Uncle Song completely, doing something on his own, and not being a killer again.

Han Qing raised his head from the book, as if he hadn't heard Meng Qinghuan flipping the pages of the book for a long time, he saw Meng Qinghuan frowning tightly staring at a page of the book, and stopped the pen in his hand to take notes, Han Qing poked his head to look Look at the content of the written stay, it is about the spine.

"Is there anything you don't understand?" Han Qing leaned close to Meng Qinghuan's ear and asked in a low voice. The gas from his breath made Meng Qinghuan's ears itch, and Meng Qinghuan unconsciously backed away.

"Well, if you suffer a serious trauma, will it really kill you?" Meng Qinghuan pointed to a vertebra marked "C5" on the spine chart. Han Qing lowered his eyebrows and glanced at it. Information about this vertebra They were also listed in Han Qing's mind. When he first learned martial arts, he learned about the "function" of this bone.

"When this bone is severely injured, people will be instantly paralyzed, and will suffocate to death in a few minutes. Therefore, many professional soldiers and qualified killers will look for opportunities to use it to kill their opponents with one blow." Han Qing recalled the past, This is how he killed several of his "targets".

Meng Qinghuan looked at Han Qing suspiciously, "How do you know?" Han Qing regained his composure and looked at Meng Qinghuan with a smile.

"I guess, I'm not too sure about this."

"Tch, you still say you know everything..."

Even though the two had lowered their voices, Meng Qinghuan still aroused the dissatisfaction of the person opposite. He glared at the two, and they lowered their heads obediently and continued to read their books.

When it was dark, Meng Qinghuan and Han Qing walked out of the library, "Let's go to dinner, I treat you, and then I will take you home." Han Qing held Meng Qinghuan who was going to the bus stop not far away. In fact, Meng Qinghuan I was also a little hungry, but looking at Han Qing's smiling face, the Han Qing of that night always appeared in my mind—the person who made me fall into the abyss, and after I met him, I had someone to look forward to.

Meng Qinghuan felt that if this continued, her life would become more and more out of control.

"No need, I want to go home." Meng Qinghuan thought for a while, but still said the words of refusal. He gently shook his arm and broke away from Han Qing's hand.

"Then I'll take you home, and you cook for me." Han Qing felt Meng Qinghuan's faint sense of distance, but he wanted to reject this sense of distance, so he held Meng Qinghuan's arm again, and Meng Qinghuan looked down at Han. Qing grabbed his hand.

"I don't have anything good to eat at home, I will only cook ramen when I go back..."

"Ramen is also fine, but my family doesn't even have ramen."

"I only have one bag of ramen left at home."

Meng Qinghuan raised his head and looked at Han Qing with some precautions. Han Qing also slowly put away his smile and let go of Meng Qinghuan's arm. He lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "Okay, so... I don't need to see you off." Are you going back?"

Meng Qinghuan looked at his watch, "The bus is coming soon." Han Qing nodded, took out his wallet, took out a ticket to Zhao Rongzhen's concert and handed it to Meng Qinghuan.

"At 3 p.m. on March 31, that is, nine days later, I will pick you up. If you are at home or in the clinic, please let me know in advance."

"I……"

"If you want to read a book, you still need to relax. The effect will be better." Meng Qinghuan looked at the ticket, and Han Qing saw that he also wanted to refuse, so before he could speak, he blocked Meng Qinghuan's words, and Meng Qinghuan didn't I couldn't refuse, so I had to put away the tickets, "I was busy a while ago, and I might be busy at the end of the month, so I won't go to you for now, you should read the book." Han Qing didn't want Meng Qinghuan to say no. If I went to find him by myself, I would first say whether to go to him or not.

"Oh." Meng Qinghuan nodded, but felt a little disappointed. At this moment, a bus slowly drove into the bus stop.

"Hurry up, the bus is here." Han Qing pointed to the bus station, and Meng Qinghuan looked back.

"I'll go first, you be careful." Meng Qinghuan glanced at Han Qing apologetically, then turned and ran to the bus. When he got to the bus, the door was already closed. He knocked on the door again, and the driver opened it again. After getting in the car, Meng Qinghuan found a seat by the window and sat down. The car that had just left the station slowly passed in front of Han Qing. Han Qing still looked at him with a smile and waved to him.

When the bus drifted away and Han Qing became a dot, Meng Qinghuan sat upright and looked away. He lowered his head and bit his lip.

Seeing the bus gradually disappearing from his sight, Han Qing returned to the car, took out a cigarette and lit it, the fire flickered on and off in the spring night wind, and bursts of white smoke flowed from the car window Han Qing's car slowly drove away from the National Library and joined the evening rush hour traffic...