never forget [criminal investigation]

After chatting with the old man for a while, Xiang Hai first put away the dried clothes and folded them neatly.Then check the medicines that the elderly often take to see if they are almost finished and need to be supplemented.In the end, I told the old man again and again, remember to drink porridge, eat less meat, don't open the door casually, and call him if there is anything...

After leaving the old man's unit, it was already dark, and it was time for Wanjia to light up.

Xiang Hai lit a cigarette and walked towards the bus stop.

There are only three empty lunch boxes left in the backpack, which are so light that they weigh nothing.But his steps were not as brisk as when he came.

Probably because he didn't sleep well last night, after a busy day, his fatigue surged up at this moment.

May 25th is a special day for Xiang Hai.Sometimes I can't remember my birthday, but I can't forget this day.

After dinner yesterday, he took a taxi and went to the primary school attached to the Normal School more than 20 kilometers away.

He comes here almost every year around this time, like a ritual.To commemorate the day, many years ago, when his life was cut in half.

The Primary School Attached to Normal School is probably his alma mater. Although he failed to graduate, he still misses that short and vaguely happy time.

As a child, memory is like a goldfish. I wish I could forget what happened in the morning after school, such as the Chinese homework of the day.

But there are always some highlight moments that I think are awesome, which will be firmly imprinted in my mind, and can even accompany a lifetime.

For example, in a certain final exam, I scored [-]% in every subject, stood on the podium shining brightly, and was praised by the teacher in public so that I couldn't get off the stage.And one day, a few kids who thought they could see through everything came around and shouted loudly: "Hey Xiang Hai, let me tell you a secret! That XXX likes you!"

These single-cell brats can live a colorful life.

The school playground now seems smaller than when he left, but it is more beautiful.The management at the gate is also stricter, and there are security guards on duty at night.

Unlike 12 years ago, students and parents came in and out quite casually.Otherwise, how could my mother lead my uncle, walk in with a big face, and pick him up.

The reason why the date of May 25th is still fresh in my memory is because the whole grade practiced in front of the teaching building at that time.Under the scorching sun, the teacher shouted loudly, "Students, today is the 25th, and there is only one week left before the June [-]st sports meeting. Look at the queues you are walking in. Is there a row in line?"

"A few of you, who are you looking at? Just say you, are you still making trouble? Who was it just now? You all stood up!"

Now Xiang Hai thinks that those little brats are quite annoying.The more angry the teacher is above, the more noisy the students below will be.I don't know if this counts as a kind of reverse psychology.

He still remembers that the teacher always said "you just ignore my words", but it was really not true.They listened to what the teacher said, but it was precisely because they listened to their ears that these little brats became even more ecstatic.

Across the fence of the school gate, Xiang Hai looked at the open space in front of the teaching building facing the gate.At that time, the students in the class were standing in that place, lined up in a loose and twisted formation, receiving the lectures from the head teacher.He even remembered the saliva spewed out by the teacher because of too much force under the sun.

At that time, he told this "joke" to the boy next to him, and as a result, several people laughed together, you stab me, I kick you, and they can't stop.Thinking about that scene now, it was so boring, so...beaten.

Just when they were arguing in full swing, Xiang Hai suddenly saw his mother appearing next to the head teacher.At that time, he was so scared that he even thought at that moment, why did the teacher find the parents so quickly?What speed is this?

But the teacher didn't care about the troubles they made, but chatted with his mother for a while, then called Xiang Hai over, patted him on the shoulder, and let him go with his mother.He still remembered the envious looks in the eyes of the boys who fought with him just now.

His mother asked him to go to the classroom to pick up his schoolbag, and introduced him to the man next to him, saying that he was his uncle.So he obediently greeted the strange man.

His mother led him all the way home, walking the same way he went to and from school every day.Perhaps it was because it was still class time, and he always felt that walking on that road seemed different from the usual feeling.Maybe it's too quiet, without those elementary school students who are scattered all over the place, like bouncing beans.

After standing quietly for a while, Xiang Hai left the gate of the school and walked towards the destination along the road back then.The road is much wider and cleaner than in the past.Under the street lights, there are people who come out for a walk after dinner.

If he knew that this farewell would be forever, Xiang Hai felt that he would definitely walk a little slower, at least say goodbye to the teacher, and say goodbye to those friends who punched me and kicked me.Finally, I will say goodbye to myself as a primary school student in the primary school attached to the normal school.

Those classmates back then could hardly remember their names, they should have forgotten themselves long ago.

When I got home, my mother pushed out two big boxes that had been packed a long time ago, saying that he packed his clothes, books, and some toys, and told him to go back to the room to see if there was anything he wanted to take. Can be packed in a school bag.

Xiang Hai didn't understand, "Where are you taking it?"

His mother told him, "Xiaohai, mother has something to do, she has to leave for a while, and can't take care of you anymore, so you go to uncle's house first, and let uncle and aunt take care of you. There is a sister in uncle's house, you can play together."

Xiang Hai felt that this happened suddenly, and he couldn't accept it for a while.How could an uncle who met for the first time live in someone's house?What important matter does mother have, she must leave him behind, can't she take him with her?

"What about dad? He hasn't come back yet." He felt that if his dad came back and found that their mothers were gone, he must be anxious.

"Didn't I tell you that Dad is on a business trip and may encounter some difficulties. Mom just goes to him and helps him."

"Oh." It's much easier to understand Xiang Hai in this way.

But, do we have to go to this uncle's house?How long will this go?

He looked at his mother again, thinking that this matter might still need to be discussed.It's not that he didn't stay at home by himself before, and he was fine for three or five days.But mother turned her face away from him.

So he had no choice but to go to his room, put a few comic books in his schoolbag, and a set of high-end colored pens that hadn't been unpacked, grabbed a few more packs of snacks, and finally packed a spare red scarf. up.

Just as he was about to zip up his schoolbag, he suddenly remembered his "cornucopia".

It was a tin box with a pattern of Mickey Mouse left over from the chocolates, very delicate.It contains the New Year's money given to him by his parents, as well as some pocket money left over from time to time.

When giving him the New Year's money, his parents said, "Our Xiaohai is one year older again, so use this money to buy things you like." , nothing is missing.Then save it first.

The "cornucopia" is on the bookshelf, sandwiched between a pile of extracurricular books.He only opened it when he put money in it, and he didn't count how much he had saved.

Although it is not clear what to do with the money, Xiang Hai still put the tin box in his schoolbag.

After leaving home, mother, and everything that belonged to him, Xiang Hai followed his uncle in such a daft way.

Originally, he didn't have any idea about his uncle's house, he always thought it was somewhere in this city, maybe even in another neighborhood a few streets away.But when his uncle led him onto the train, he realized that he was going to leave Dongjiang.

Until then, Xiang Hai was a little panicked.He began to regret that he shouldn't have agreed to his mother so easily, at least he could make a fuss, at least he should cry.

Although his parents have always praised him as a good boy, he is their big baby son.But it's already at this time, what's the use of being obedient or not?Parents are gone, so who will you show me?Who can come to baby him?

So he wanted to get away from his uncle, and ran back to tell his mother that he still decided not to leave, and that there was going to be a sports meeting in Liuyi School, and he had signed up for the competition.But his hands were tightly held by his uncle.

In this way, on May 2005, 5, he changed from one Xianghai to another Xianghai.

At this time the bus came, and Xiang Hai got on the bus with several passengers.At this time, there were not many people in the car, so he picked a window seat and sat down, took out his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat.

For most of the day, there were more than one hundred unread messages displayed on the WeChat icon.Click in and see that there are many avatars with large and small red numbers, which cannot fit on one screen.There are more muted groups with larger numbers.

Xiang Hai looked over, picked out some relatively important messages, and replied.

One of the WeChat accounts called "Death Concrete" sent a message, which surprised him a little.The content is to ask him if he is free in the evening, and I want to invite him to dinner, but after the evening self-study.

Xiang Hai immediately agreed, and asked the man what he wanted to eat.

Killing Concrete said that he hadn't thought about it yet, and that he would go to Binjiang Road at night to talk about it.

After making an appointment with the concrete, Xiang Hai continued to flip through the new news.After reading the last one, I have changed to another bus.

This time he sat in the last row, still by the window, and there was no one around.

After scrolling through all the new news, slide your finger down again, and it will be Xing Yue's profile picture.

He clicked on the dialog box between the two, and there was only one photo in the chat history, which was the group photo he forwarded to Xing Yue.

Xiang Hai enlarged the photo a bit.

The messy background is full of students, in all kinds of poses.

Some forcibly stuck in a favorable position, arranged their expressions, and waited for the shutter to be pressed.Some are quite far away, but desperately squeeze their heads into the middle of the lens.Some simply stood outside the circle, taking selfies with him and Xing Yue in the background.

Xiang Hai couldn't help laughing, he remembered Xing Yue's comment, "What the hell kind of students are these?"

But even in such a noisy photo, Xing Yue is still very conspicuous, so that people can see it at first sight.

The red-faced Deputy Director Wang stood on the right side of Xing Yue, his slightly bald hairline was a bit reflective, but from his expression, it could be seen that he was very devoted.

He himself was standing on Xing Yue's left hand side, smiling happily.The distance between the two was squeezed almost to the limit by the surrounding students.

But Xing Yue in the middle didn't have a smile, and the impatience on his face almost overflowed the screen.Frowning slightly, he stared at the camera, as if a second later, the student responsible for pressing the shutter would be in danger.

"How tall is he?" Xiang Hai couldn't help thinking.

Xiang Hai felt that he was not short, but from the photos, he was still half a head lower than Xing Yue.

In fact, he noticed it before class started during the day. Maybe it was because he had been a policeman for a long time. Xing Yue's figure was very upright, tall and straight, and his figure...is also very good.It's the kind of person who can easily guess the occupation even if he is wearing the simplest T-shirt and standing still, and he can imagine himself in the uniform.

It's just that people are a little more serious.

Although Xing Yue did not seriously answer a few questions from the students throughout the class.Except for the one who asked how tall he was, there were many questions that Xing Yue didn't answer.Including the last question that almost made him explode on the spot, there is no answer.

"Interpol officer, do you have a boyfriend?"

"This kind of question can't be answered..." Xiang Hai leaned on the flickering car window and thought.

But he still liked the legal education class with a slightly strange atmosphere, especially Xing Yue's sentence "make that beam of light yourself".

Yes, no matter how dark the place is, there will always be light coming in.

Follow that light and you will not lose your way.

Xiang Hai exited the dialogue with Xing Yue and turned off his phone.

The street lamps on the side of the street were already on, and they passed by the car window from time to time.The warm light reflected his profile, like a set of long shots in a film.

Xiang Hai closed his eyes, intending to squint for a while before getting out of the car.