never forget [criminal investigation]

Back home, the atmosphere between the two was inexplicably heavy.The excitement accumulated at the racing track was wiped away all the way.

After taking a bath, Xiang Hai sat at the desk to read a book, and Xing Yue leaned on the sofa to watch TV.

The people on the screen were jumping and singing, as if they were living on another planet.The channel was changed again, a group of ancient people were fighting, and swords and swords were on the screen, but it was also silent.

Xing Yue stared at the grotesque screen, his eyes were unfocused, and he was re-examining the relationship between himself and Xiang Hai in his mind.

Xiang Hai is his lover, an adult, and a mature person, even more mature than himself in some aspects.

Not only can he take good care of himself, he can take good care of others, since he was a teenager.

But because of his young age, he always ignores these facts intentionally or unintentionally, and sometimes even treats him as a younger brother.

I am afraid that he will suffer, that he will be bullied, and that he will be unhappy.

I want to protect him, I want to watch him smile, I want to give him the best of everything.

Now, she even planned for him how to live without him.

Xiang Hai said that he is stronger than he imagined.That's right.

He is brave, smart, gentle, and strong.is the perfect boyfriend.

So, at this age when it should be easy and carefree to fall in love, is he really happy with such a self who "loves" him?

Just as I was thinking wildly, I suddenly heard movement in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" He followed the voice to the door of the kitchen, and saw Xiang Hai was pouring the washed rice into the pot filled with water.

"Cooking porridge." Xiang Hai lowered his head and lit the fire, "I almost forgot about the business, and I have to send it to my aunt tomorrow morning."

Xing Yue slapped his head, and he also forgot about it.

"Let's do it together." He walked in, "What can I do?"

Xiang Hai thought for a while, "Take out the hawthorn in the refrigerator and wash it again, then remove the seeds inside."

"OK." Xing Yue immediately opened the refrigerator.It's an easy job, and he can do it.

Xiang Hai took a piece of yam by himself, put on rubber gloves, and began to peel the yam.

Xing Yue picked out the hawthorn seeds and asked, "Crush these later, throw them into the pot and cook together, right?"

"Well...almost."

"That's fine, I'll do it, you go in and read a book."

"It's okay." Xiang Hai stood still, continuing to peel the yam, "Let's stay together."

He didn't have the nerve to say that he just sat at the desk for a long time, but actually didn't read a single word.

The yam is peeled, cut into sections, and steamed in a pot.

At this time, the water for cooking porridge boiled, agitating the rice grains to roll upwards.Xiang Hai turned down the heat a bit.

"Is this okay?" Xing Yue sent over the processed hawthorn.

Xiang Hai took a look, "OK."

So Xing Yue was free again.

Xiang Hai inspected the flesh that had been broken in half one by one, and picked out a few remaining hawthorn seeds from it.

"Brother, how much is the down payment for that house?"

Xing Yue just took out a cigarette, was about to light it, and stuffed it back, "Oh, it's not enough, a little..."

"How much is a little?" Xiang Hai continued to ask with his back turned.

"A little bit, a little bit."

Driven by vanity, he put a thick code on his savings.In fact, this "point" is about one-half.

He didn't want Xiang Hai to know that his old boyfriend, who had been working for many years, could barely scrape together a six-figure savings.

Xiang Hai turned around, "Seriously, brother, how much money do you have?"

"Why?" Xing Yue became vigilant, "You want to borrow money from me? I don't have any money for you."

Xiang Hai smiled, "I'll give it to you, okay?"

"Are you rich?"

Xiang Hai shook his head, "But it must be more than yours."

Xing Yue raised his eyebrows sensitively, "Then how much money do you have?"

"No matter how much you have, I will give you all." Xiang Hai approached him, "It must be enough for the down payment."

There was a strange warmth in Xing Yue's heart.It seems that when running naked in a snowy day, someone handed me a thick plastic coat.

Xiang Hai walked under his nose, pinched his chin, "Brother, I will work hard to make money, and I will support you in the future."

"..."

Xing Yue took off the plastic coat and fell to the ground.

"My guest, please respect yourself." He hooked Xiang Hai's waist, and slammed in front of him, "I'm fucking a showman rather than a body."

Xiang Hai pressed against his chest, stood on tiptoes, and kissed him lightly, "Then I'll sell it to you, okay?"

This is possible.

Xing Yue tightened his arms, lowered his head, and kissed back again and again, "Then what talent do you have? Huh?"

"In addition to...singing," he raised the corners of his mouth, and his deep voice fell into Xiang Hai's neck, "Oh, yes, he can also dance ballet."

"Fuck." Xiang Hai's face turned red in an instant, and he pushed him away, "Brother, why are you doing this?"

Xing Yue finally got a chance to be happy, "Hey, it's not an exaggeration at all. I was really shocked that day."

He smiled and rubbed Xiang Hai's throat with his fingers, "You said you, your voice is so nice, how can you sing out of tune?"

"It ran so far that it almost abducted me too."

"Tsk, you are so annoying!" Xiang Hai broke free from his arm, picked up the spoon, and turned to stir the porridge.

Xing Yue cheerfully lit a cigarette, leaned against the refrigerator, and smoked leisurely.

The rice grains are half-cooked, emitting a strong aroma, filling the kitchen hotly.

"Brother," the spoon was slowly stirring in the pot, "Since you have decided to buy a house, don't spend money recklessly in the future. Don't buy anything like flowers or necklaces."

Xing Yue had a cigarette in his mouth, and folded his hands in front of his chest, "Can that be called wasting money?"

Xiang Hai ignored his words, "I know you treat me well, that's enough."

There are many places where money is needed, and romance always comes second in life.

What's more, the most beautiful flower in the world has long been rooted in his heart.That's what Xing Yue planted for him, and it will never fail.

"What you said is wrong." Xing Yue squinted his eyes in the smoke he made, "If you put 1000 yuan there, no one will feel happy. If you buy a bunch of flowers for you, you will be happy. I am happier than you. "

"200% return on investment, what else do you want?"

On fallacies, Xiang Hai knew that he couldn't explain it to him, so he just lowered his head and said what he wanted to say most in his heart, "I am very happy to see you every day, and I don't need to spend a penny."

The glutinous rice porridge has become viscous, beeping and bubbling.

Xiang Hai poured the chopped hawthorn into it, and put the steamed yam into a large bowl, and crushed it bit by bit.

"Xiaohai..." Xing Yue called him suddenly.

"Huh?" Xiang Hai turned his head.

Waited for a long time, but did not see him speak.

So he turned back and continued to grind the yams into a puree and melt them into the gurgling rice porridge.

Just as he was stirring with a spoon, Xing Yue's body leaned over, his arms wrapped around his waist, and a warm kiss fell on the back of his neck.

"Xiao Hai, I am here, and I will always be here. I promise."

"I will protect myself and not leave you alone."

"You want to do the same."

Xiang Hai stroked his arm, nodded, "Yes, I will."

Because the porridge smelled too good, Xing Yue couldn't help but drink a bowl.

When he finished brushing his teeth and returned to the bedroom, Xiang Hai was leaning against the bed and looking at his phone, his fingers swipe on the screen.

"What are you laughing at?" Xing Yue lay down beside him.

Xiang Hai handed over the phone, "Brother, what do you think of this?"

Xing Yue glanced at it, "What the hell is this?"

"wig."

Xing Yue took another look, "I thought it was a broom."

"This is called burying the love family." Xiang Hai laughed so hard that his chest trembled, and continued to flip through his phone, "Brother, what do you think of me wearing it all together?"

"Okay." Xing Yue was also happy, "It's just two, you and me, we both wear it to work. I want the red one, you get the green one."

Xiang Hai smiled and fell to one side, "Why do I want green ones?"

"Then we both come to green, okay?"

"..."

Enough of laughing, Xiang Hai continued to lean on the bed to click on his mobile phone, and after a while, he leaned over again, "How is this? Is it normal?"

Xing Yue tilted his head and frowned.

The yellow wig is much more normal than the funeral series just now.Half as long as [-] minutes, Liu Hai slanted down in a daze, covering half of his face.

"Why are you researching these things? You don't really plan to buy them, do you?"

"It's fun." Xiang Hai took back his phone and continued to flip through it.

Flipping through, he suddenly sat up, "Brother, tell me, do you want to buy your mother a beautiful wig? I think she cares about this."

Xing Yue was taken aback by the question, and shook his head after a long time, "Farewell."

"My mother...it's hard to say, it's weird anyway."

"If she really needs it, she will probably buy it secretly by herself, and wear it generously after buying it. But if someone else gives it to her, she will probably turn her face."

Xiang Hai pondered for a while, and seemed to be able to get what Xing Yue said.

"Well, actually, until now I'm not sure about my mother's temper." Xing Yue put his arms under his head and looked up at the sky.

"I remember the second year after my dad died, someone came to tell me about the house, which is the house she lives in now."

"Those people didn't say it clearly, but what they meant was that my father is gone and committed suicide in fear of crime, so she should take the initiative to move out. As long as she has a little face, she is embarrassed to continue living here."

"Do you know how it turned out?" Xing Yue turned his gaze back.

Xiang Hai shook his head.

"My mother scolded those people and ran away."

Xing Yue laughed bitterly, "You've seen my mother too, and you know what she looks like. Back then, she was colder than she is now."

"Can you imagine that she stood at the door, blocked those people in the corridor, pointed at her nose, and scolded them so that they never dared to come to the door again?"

"After you bullied Lao Xing, you bullied his son again, and you dare to bully me!"

"I see who dares to kick me out? Unless I lie down, you will directly pull the crematorium for me! Before I died, I sprayed my blood on the gate of your house one by one! The first one is your director! "

"This is her exact words." Xing Yue hooked the corner of his mouth, "Hehe, isn't it scary?"

horrible.Xiang Hai imagined that scene, but he couldn't guess what kind of mood Xing Yue would be at that time.

"But do you know what the weirdest thing is?" Xing Yue looked at the roof again, asking himself and answering, "When my father was around, my mother always called him by his name, and I never heard her call her old man. Xing."

"She said more than once, 'Xing Yiqing, don't think I have no place to live without you. I have money, I can live wherever I want, and I can buy a house wherever I want. Do you think I like this shitty place? ?'"

Xing Yue sighed again, rubbed to the side, and pillowed on Xiang Hai's lap, "Xiao Hai, what do you think she is thinking? Why is she so awkward?"

Of course Xiang Hai couldn't answer, he could only touch his hair and sigh.

"Another time, when I was in junior high school, she was called to school by my head teacher, and she was reprimanded."

Xing Yue curled his lips, "She loves face so much, a person who can't tolerate others in her eyes, was stunned in front of so many teachers and parents, I thought she would scold me severely when she came back. As a result, She came home and didn't say anything, didn't even mention it. I didn't find out until I went to school."

"Tell me, isn't my mother weird?"

Xiang Hai remembered that Luo Meihua had mentioned this to him.

One didn't pay attention, he grabbed Xing Yue's hair, "Isn't it because you flirted and made all the female classmates cry?"

"Hey!" Xing Yue's scalp tightened, he lifted his hand, and sat up by himself, "Why are you pulling my hair?"

Xiang Hai pursed his lips and looked at him with that kind of eyes, "Hmph, he attracts bees and butterflies at such a young age, what a villain!"

"Fuck me?" Xing Yue was surprised, angry and funny, "You, how do you know? Who is the villain? Who flirted? I am the fucking victim, okay?"

"Hmph." Xiang Hai held back a smile, feeling a little sour in his heart for no reason, and pointed to his eyes, "I know everything, I'm staring at you. Tell you to always hook up with people."

Xing Yue was almost amused, "Who hooked up? Which eye of yours saw me hooking up? I'm fucking self-disciplined, okay?"

Xiang Hai was leaning back and laughing, suddenly startled, and remembered the question he once asked Xing Yue.

"Brother, at that time, you knew that you were not interested in girls?"

"Of course."

"Then, how did you know?" Xiang Hai pursed his lips, this question has always troubled him.

Xing Yue was also taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that Xiang Hai asked him this question inexplicably when he was staying in Taohuayuan last time.

He also asked him if this condition is natural.

Xing Yue frowned, "Xiao Hai, why do you always struggle with this kind of problem?"

"Whether you are interested in girls, don't you know?"

"Even if I didn't understand it when I was young, when I'm older, when I'm in junior high school, I'm sure I understand more or less."

"And, of course, it's innate, and no one taught me. Besides, it can't be taught."

As he spoke, he tilted his head and looked at him with some doubts, "Aren't you like this?"

"Ah?" Xing Yue asked suddenly, making Xiang Hai a little at a loss.

He squeezed his fingers, the fingertips turned white, "Yes, yes."

Looking at the time on the phone again, "It's already so late, go to bed quickly. I have to go to the hospital tomorrow morning."

After speaking, he turned over and lay down, reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

Three days later, all the things Xiang Hai bought online arrived one after another.

A yellow burnt wig, a gaudy hoodie with a skull decorated with diamonds on the chest, a pair of fat pants | crotch almost hanging to the knees of jeans, and some light but shiny jewelry.

This day, after greeting Zhou Xun, he drove home in a car from the Bureau.

Put on the wig, put on the hoodie, put on the pants, put on various chains, and finally put on a baseball cap over the wig.

Standing in front of the mirror, looking at the unorthodox young man inside, he took out his phone and took a selfie.

After going out, he drove the car all the way to an open-air parking lot three streets away from Jiangbei No. [-] Pharmaceutical Factory in Dongjiang City, and stopped the car.

Get out of the car, open the trunk, take out a broken bicycle from inside, and lock the car.

He flicked his long bangs, stepped on the bicycle, and rode toward the "Jiangbei Second Medicine" creakingly.

"Jiangbei Second Medicine" is an old state-owned enterprise with a history of nearly 40 years, and its glorious period was in the 90s of the last century.

After entering the 21st century, due to backward technology, there are no innovative products, and management can't keep up, so it gradually declines.Until the end, there were less than 100 people left in the factory with nearly [-] people. They lived for three days and two days off by producing essential essential oils and cooling oils, and received hundreds of dollars a month from the factory. dollars.

But now, this thousand-year-old salted fish has turned over miraculously.

This cannot but make Xiang Hai have some associations.

The scale of the pharmaceutical factory is not small, and it took Xiang Hai 10 minutes to turn around slowly on his broken bicycle.

It's just that through the fence, you can see that many houses inside are deserted, and the gates are closed tightly, with a pair of arm-thick chain locks hanging on it.In some houses, the doors were simply dropped, and the glass on the windows was also shattered.

The only places that are relatively popular are concentrated in the innermost buildings of the pharmaceutical factory.You can see workers in overalls shuttling back and forth, there is the roar of machines, smoke is coming out of the chimney, and there is also a vaguely strange smell.

He observed around the factory for a day.

When did the workers go to work, what time did they take their lunch break, what time did they start work, the vehicles they entered and exited, as well as the gate, the strictly guarded duty room.

It was almost time to get off work in the evening, Xiang Hai sat on the curb diagonally opposite to the gate of the pharmaceutical factory, took out his mobile phone, found a number, and dialed it.

"Hi, is that Zhang Xiang?" He said with a smile, "I'm brother Zhang Hui's friend, my name is Qian Le. It was Zhang Hui who introduced me to contact you."

After saying a few words on the other end of the phone, he chuckled, "Brother Xiang, that's what happened. As for me, my brother, I'm so poor that I can hardly afford to be a pair of pants now, and I can't afford to smoke, let alone play mahjong."

"I didn't hear that your factory has been doing well recently, so I thought about coming here to make a living."

"I'm not familiar with the place, I still want to ask Brother Xiang to take care of me."

After the other party said something else, Xiang Hai stood up from the side of the road, flicked his bangs, "Brother Xiang, it's almost time to get off work, I happen to be near your factory, let me treat you to dinner!"

"Let's eat and talk."

"Hey, no matter how poor you are, you still have money to treat brother Xiang to dinner.

"That's it, I'll find a good restaurant and call you."

"Let's see each other."