Young detective case book

Bei Mingxue sniffed, and then secretly annoyed at this little ladylike and elegant little gesture.

Inside the entrance of the park, on the left side, there is an old woman who sells cold noodles.

She was wearing a blue plaid turban on her head and a fat navy blue down jacket, like an oversized cotton ball.

The table for baking cold noodles is a rectangular iron plate, shiny and oily, heated by a gas stove.

During this period of time, there were few patrons, and the gas stove was naturally not lit.

The old lady was sitting on the pony tie behind the iron board, with her hands in her cuffs, dozing off boredly, her head drooping bit by bit.

At her feet, there is a charcoal stove, pressing the charcoal fire, and a small iron pot is placed on it, and the pot is hot and sugar-fried chestnuts.

Bei Mingxue was worried that the old woman would fall onto the pot at any time, and it would be bad if she hit her head.

Shall I wake her up?Bei Mingxue is not a person who likes to meddle in other people's affairs, but it seems that it is not good to sit idly by when she sees that others are in danger.

During the time she hesitated, Jing Qi walked over without thinking, patted the old woman's shoulder lightly, and greeted kindly: "Mother, mother."

The old woman snorted, slowly opened her sleepy eyes, and subconsciously wiped the wet corners of her mouth: "Huh? Do you want to eat cold noodles? Wait for me to start the fire first. It's a cold pot and a cold stove, I guess we have to wait." a little while."

Jing Qi turned his head and asked Bei Mingxue: "Do you want to eat roasted cold noodles?" He glanced at the small pot with candied chestnuts under his eyes, "Or do you want to eat candied chestnuts?"

Bei Mingxue shook her head: "No, I just finished breakfast and I can't eat anything."

Straight black long hair, with her movements, fell a few strands, covering her face.

She raised her hand and brushed her hair back behind her ears.

Jing Qi was almost fascinated by her feminine movements.

Girls nowadays dye their hair in any color, some like a golden lion king, some like a smurf, some like a green turtle, some like a rambutan, and some simply make it colorful, It's a mess, don't know if it's like a palette or more wild/chicken/tail.

Hairstyles are also strange, some are high, like Mount Fuji, some are permed in a circle and piled up with a pile of burnt circles, and some girls with more personality simply shaved into a square inch - it is comparable to Mulan , the whole child is indistinguishable from male and female.

Instead, she has long, straight, natural black hair, which is rare to see.

When Jing Qi saw Bei Mingxue for the first time, she was attracted by her long, smooth black hair.

A poem popped up automatically in my mind: "Carving out of nature, hibiscus out of clear water."

In all fairness, Bei Mingxue is not considered a pretty girl, at most she can only be described as pretty, with delicate eyebrows and facial features.

But her beauty is natural, pure and real, without artificial carving at all.

Like a piece of grass in the forest, like a flower in the field, like a white and shiny pebble by the river—exudes fresh and natural elegance from the inside out.

After getting in touch with her later, he fell in love with her temper, nature, and her attitude towards people even more.

It is said that the children of poor families have long been in charge of the family, Bei Mingxue's parents died, and she grew up in an orphanage.Relying on work-study programs and student loans, I worked hard to go to university, and my usual food and clothing expenses are very simple.

She doesn't have the willfulness, arrogance or conceit, slack and other shortcomings common to girls of the same age, and she doesn't underestimate herself because of her bleak environment-this is especially rare.

She is always calm and gentle, with a kind of open-minded tolerance who understands the world.

On one date, because his ex-girlfriend came to make trouble, Jing Qi was late for more than 40 minutes, but Bei Mingxue didn't even complain.

Seeing him appear, he showed an obviously relieved expression, and said with a smile, "I'm worried because your cell phone has not been answered. Fortunately, nothing happened."

Knowing that he was being held back by his ex-girlfriend, she wasn't angry. Instead, her face was full of guilt, "She should still like you very much. When she proposed to break up, she might just lose her temper..."

Of course he knew that his ex-girlfriend was just acting coquettish and throwing a fit, because she broke up with her almost every ten days and a half a month, and he would only "give him another chance" if he had to coax him for a long time. ".

This is to prove how important she is to him, how much he can't bear her, and can't leave her.

Three or two times, as a small affair between lovers.What about five times, six times and seven times?Even his best patience will be worn out.

It is said that people are more dead than people, and goods are thrown away.

Compared with his ex-girlfriend who loses his temper at every turn and makes a fuss about his presence, Jing Qi feels that he has found a treasure.

Bei Mingxue is simply an angel, gentle, considerate and understanding, always soft-spoken, never saying anything serious to him.

Reluctantly looking away from her, Jing Qi raised his eyebrows and said to the old woman with a smile: "We are not going to eat, I am worried that you will fall in sleep, if you hit the stove, it will be bad."

The old woman put down the gas lighter, grinned her toothless mouth, and smiled: "Thank you very much, what a kind-hearted child."

Jing Qi was a little embarrassed by her praise, scratched his head blushingly, and suggested to Bei Mingxue: "Let's go to the maple forest behind the park. This season, the red leaves will be very beautiful."

"En." Bei Mingxue nodded in agreement.

Jing Qi took her arm and turned to the avenue on the left.

It was already late autumn, the trees on both sides had almost lost their leaves, and the concrete road was scattered with withered and yellow leaves.

The sun hanging in the air seemed to be covered with a veil, dim and yellow.

Jing Qi whistled loudly in a happy mood: "It's the first time I've discovered that Chaoyang is so beautiful."

"Is it beautiful?" Bei Mingxue tilted her head to look, "It seems that there is no difference compared to every day."

"There is no difference," Jing Qi said in a relaxed tone with real joy from the bottom of his heart, "but watching it with you makes me feel extraordinarily beautiful."

Still not quite used to such ambiguous feelings/talks, Bei Mingxue blushed slightly.

Jing Qi turned his head, quietly staring at her fair and delicate face, suddenly felt his heart beating a little faster.

He had a strong urge to kiss/kiss her, coughed lightly, and said, "Why haven't you been to the fourth reading room recently?"

The sweet and happy expression on his face faded away, and Bei Mingxue fell silent.

Jing Qi looked at her, with deep love and pity in his eyes, but no remorse, what should be faced must be faced, blindly avoiding it will not solve the problem, he asked gently, "What about Xi Ya, do you still have to deal with it?" Can't let go?"

A remnant dead leaf on the branch above the head swirled and fell, Bei Mingxue stretched out her palm, watched it slowly stop in the palm, and whispered: "How can I put it down?"

"If you can't let it go, you have to let it go. There are many things in this world that we can't change no matter how hard we try, such as birth, old age, sickness and death." Jing Qi comforted, "No matter how sad you are, no matter how sad you are, you can't change anything, and she can't either. Come back to life. Xiaoxue, if this is the case, why don't you learn to be kind to yourself? Everything must look forward, I don't want to see you unhappy all day long."

"..." Bei Mingxue remained silent.

Jing Qi sighed softly: "I know you have known each other since childhood, you are good sisters..."

There was warm liquid surging in the eye sockets, Bei Mingxue raised his head, blinked his eyes, forced it back hard, smiled sadly, and interrupted his words: "No, you don't understand."

"Little Snow!"

"You don't understand." Bei Mingxue murmured, her ethereal and hoarse voice seemed to come from a distant cloud.

She gently closed her fingers, and then opened them again. The crushed dead leaves slipped from her palm, and disappeared when the wind blew.

Looking up at the gray sky, her thoughts went back to many years ago—the past that she wanted to forget, but she still couldn't.

Bei Mingxue was born in City Z, thousands of miles away from City B. It was a relatively backward, agricultural-based, and underdeveloped small city.

It is said to be a city, but it is actually a county-level city. It is so small that it can walk from the east end of the city to the west end of the city in an hour.

Outside the city is a piece of land connected to each other, with criss-cross paths and ravines.Corn, rice, radish, sweet potato, potato, cabbage, green onion are planted...

Near the fields, there are dotted villages and villages, all of which are small in size, with a few families, a dozen families, and dozens of families.

Bei Mingxue's parents were born in one of the villages.

One year, the brick factory in the city was recruiting workers.

They went to sign up with many villagers, and were honored to be both recruited, and became regular workers who ate the country.

The couple are ordinary front-line workers with low wages and hard work.

But anyway, it is an iron/rice bowl, and I no longer have to rely on God for food. Compared with those who were not hired, I am quite lucky.

No matter how small a city is, it is still a city, and those who live in it are also called city dwellers.

There are no high-rise buildings in City Z, no criss-crossing overpasses, and the tallest building is no more than seven floors—it is said that elevators need to be installed if there are more than seven floors.

It was an era of great construction, and it was an era in full swing.

The efficiency of the brick factory is quite good, and the benefits are also good, although it is a quilt cover, thermos bottle, enamel mug or something... Bei Mingxue's parents are from the countryside, and they have never received a free towel. For those who live there, they are already very pleasantly surprised and satisfied.

The most important thing is that the factory still has public housing, which is rented out to employees and their families at very low rents—these public housing were later sold to residents at a price lower than the market.

Of course, that was years later.

Beiming's family was also allocated two public houses.

The public housing in the brick factory is a one-story house with uniform specifications and several long rows of red bricks and gray tiles.Separated into sections, a bit like train carriages.