Himemoto's interpretation

In the scorching summer, a piece of information exploded in the circle of young and middle-aged friends: Hongzhou's education and teaching system, supporting facilities, etc. are suspected of multiple violations, and the official rectification within a deadline.

In just one week, more information spread from Moments to major social platforms, and Hongzhou Education and Training Centers in various places were ordered to close down, and the deadline became indefinite.

The person in charge of the institution—students and parents affectionately call him "Teacher Shuaihong"—Wan Hongzhou's teaching and speech videos will all be taken off the shelves.

Gossip claims that Hongzhou Education violated the red line of private education and greatly hindered public education.

There are also some recorded videos circulating on the Internet. In the video, Teacher Shuaihong is not as personable as he is teaching, wandering around high-end entertainment venues, sensual and sensual, which is very insulting to gentlemen.

In the real-time scrolling information waterfall, one or two hints that the person in charge of a training center illegally smuggled cultural relics by rewarding students and parents to travel abroad, and is suspected of providing funds for terrorist organizations. However, once released, they were blocked by the platform and then deleted.

Gradually, people's dissatisfaction with the blockade of private education tends to die in new hot spots.

Even if you don’t pursue other hot spots, the wave of information will catch the attention of the people under the influence of inexplicable forces, forcing them to pay attention to new things consciously or unconsciously.

The wheel of history is rolling forward, and there are different opinions about the truth.

One thing can be confirmed, the people who paved the road have never shifted or changed the direction of the wheel by their own will.

****

Coming out of the Longshen Cave, Xingqi and the detective immediately plunged into the maelstrom of tracking down the lost cultural relics.

Although she is as busy as a spinning top every day, as long as she has a free second, Xingqi always feels that she has forgotten something very important.

That day, after packing a golden crown inlaid with precious stones into a packaging machine and checking the itinerary for the next week, Xingqi flipped through the memo after a long absence.

Over the past two years, memory is like a sponge that is constantly being squeezed by external forces. Every time it absorbs a little water, it will be squeezed dry within a certain period of time, and the cycle repeats itself.

Now, the external force is removed, and the dry sponge is eagerly absorbing the buried memories, releasing them slowly and orderly as needed.

Xingqi comforted herself because there are trillions of nodes that make up the memory, and it is not impossible for one or two to be blocked occasionally.There is also a possibility that, as Lin described, the storage space of the brain is relatively limited. The more memories accumulated, the easier it is to burden the brain. As we grow older, it is inevitable to forget something.

Could it be dementia praecox?

There seems to be a saying that traumatic brain injury can lead to Alzheimer's disease in advance.

Xingqi shivered, and chased away the absurd guesses, turned the tablet upside down and put it on her lap, and turned her head to look at the vast sea.

Under normal circumstances, it is best to let go of things that you really can’t think of. The more you dig into the corner, the more you will deviate from the correct answer.

But it must have been so, so important that it made her uneasy, with an uneasiness about remembering that it might lead to bad consequences.

"got windy."

Accompanied by the artificial weather report, a dark shadow floated down above.

Just after saying "I'm not cold", Xingqi was immediately betrayed by an uncontrollable sneeze.

She put on a fluffy blanket and continued flipping through the memo.

She planned to give herself another quarter of an hour, and if she really couldn't let it go, she would tell the detective honestly that her amnesia might not be healed yet.

A push email notification popped up on the top of the tablet screen. The sender was Lin, a technical foreign aid, but the apology letter with a bold title was intriguing.

Looking at the login account again, it belongs to a detective.

"Lin's mail." She handed the tablet to the detective who came down the balcony from the spiral staircase, and still couldn't help asking curiously, "Why did she apologize to you?"

"She blocked me." The detective browsed through the text and added, "Seventeen days."

Xingqi wanted to ask what you did, but then she thought about not being able to turn her elbows outward, so she nodded, "I should apologize, the apology letter is not enough for 500 words, so I can't forgive her."

The detective raised his eyebrows and turned the tablet back to Xingqi.

The toolbar below lists the text details, excluding punctuation marks and spaces, the total number of words is 497.

"Not enough 500 words." The detective said succinctly, "Listen to you, don't accept an apology."

Xingqi: "..."

She pointed to the title, "There are three words here!"

The detective spread his hands, saying that once a word is made, it is hard to follow.

Xingqi silently said sorry to the technical foreign aid in her heart, and then asked, "Why did she block you?"

You must know that blacklisting is a very drastic move in the current social environment. Theoretically, the two should not have deep conflicts due to the detective's meticulous care for his friends and the soft temper of the technical foreign aid.

"You know that Lin was adopted by her uncle and aunt who usually live in LA? It's been a few years since she returned to China."

Xingqi thought about it, and seemed to have heard of it.

"Lin and his aunt Catherine have a very good relationship. They are as close as a mother and daughter. She has long since changed her name to Catherine's mother. Catherine had an accident that year. Lin's uncle believed that Lin was responsible and drove her away violently. Lin couldn't, She had no choice but to leave the United States. But Catherine has never been clear why Lin returned to China. Due to various objective factors, the mother and daughter have lost contact for nearly two years. According to the evidence I have, Lin’s uncle is mainly responsible.”

After introducing the background in detail, it was a simple sentence that caused the technical foreign aid to turn their faces and deny people—"Catherine decided to divorce Lin's uncle some time ago."

Xingqi looked bewildered, unable to understand the causal connection.

"I told Catherine the reason why Lin returned to China." The detective shrugged, "Lin thought he was the culprit for Catherine's divorce with her uncle, and I was the leaker."

"But Catherine's divorce should be because Lin's uncle exposed his violent nature? And he has kept it from Catherine for so long." Xingqi grasped the point, "Besides, the two have been together day and night for many years, and Catherine has her own opinion on whether to continue living together. Judging, there must be deeper irreconcilable contradictions. Why should Lin blame himself?"

"Yes." The detective nodded in agreement, "But it's easy for people to get overwhelmed with certain things. Once they walk into a dead end, they think the world is over."

As she said, she stretched out her hand to smooth the wrinkles between Xingqi's eyebrows, "What about you?"

Xingqi moved from the wicker chair to her lap, silently calculated that it took less than a quarter of an hour, so she pretended to be stupid: "What am I?"

"Do you suspect that you have early-onset Alzheimer's disease?"

Xingqi didn't know how to feel for a while, so she simply buried the detective's neck and pretended to be an ostrich, not showing her her expression.

"Old Tan and I made an appointment to go for a medical examination after we return to China. Of course, do we want to go and when will we see you?" The detective stroked her back along the spinal line, "However, I don't think you can remember Ashamed of me."

Xing Qi was trembling half of her body when she was hit by the detective's foul stroke. After a while, she suddenly realized, and said dejectedly: "I really did something that I'm sorry for you."

"Birthday."

Xingqi consciously rolled off her body, facing the wall with her back to the sea.

Yes, she forgot Xia Xiaoyu's birthday.

Thinking back, she was traveling around Haicheng, Xianyu Village, Jingcheng and many other places during the week of the detective's birthday, and she really couldn't take care of herself.

But no matter what, it is an objective reason.

Xingqi touched the gravel wall with her head, and beat the back of her head in frustration.She shouldn't have forgotten.

Celebrating a birthday is also a way to get involved in someone else's life, and planning a perfect celebration shows how much you value that person and best wishes.

"Here." The detective handed a piece of ID to her eyes, "Let's go through this."

On the ID card, the birthday year has not changed, but the specific date is two weeks later.

"The day I find you, I will be considered a new student."

There is no doubt that birthdays are special and memorable days for most people in the world.

It is the starting point of life and the main reference scale for reviewing life.

Every time we advance, people will make a wish subconsciously, hoping that the next year will be smooth.

It is not only a customary social etiquette, but it is also subtly influenced by people. It is disrespectful to themselves that people who care about miss such an important day.

"It's okay to miss it, just make it up."

"Ok!"

Xingqi nodded her head heavily, and before she had time to express her affection for her, the detective took out another stack of hard cards from nowhere:

"This is the first time I've emailed you."

"You come to the interview."

"The first time you said you liked me."

"Bite me for the first time."

"First one-sided date."

"Kiss me for the first time."

"..."

"Each one must be made up, and one less will not work."

"..."

****

The invitation sent to Detective Xia has not been responded to for a long time.

On the way to the airport, Lin re-wrote a letter of apology according to Rabbit's suggestion, showed the letter to Mrs. Lin, and asked what needed to be revised.

Mrs. Lin confirmed that the total number of words exceeds 500, "The love is sincere and there is no need to polish it."

Probably the new letter of apology played a role, the letter was delivered to the mailbox, and Detective Xia passed the friend application.

Location app Clairvoyance, the long-dim dot of Detective and Rabbit is finally illuminated, zipping across the African continent.

Before boarding the plane, Lin sent a message to Xia, saying that she would celebrate her birthday on a new date.

However, until the plane circled over Haicheng, waiting to enter the port, the message still showed as unread.

Lin found the public itinerary file on the server, blurted out "My God", hurriedly stuffed the phone into Catherine's pocket, and muttered silently out of sight, out of mind.

But leaning on Mrs. Lin's shoulder, looking out the window at the gradually darkening sky, Lin couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong?" Catherine asked.

The journey back to Haicheng from Los Angeles was long. Based on Lin and Xu's narration and supplements, Catherine finally fully understood the story of the detective and her partner.

At the end of the story, Detective Xia reached an agreement with an international organization, exchanging two missions for his partner's innocence.

One of them is finished, the other—

"While traveling in West Africa, two students were suspected of art smuggling by the local government and were restricted from leaving the country. They were anxious to escape and found a black intermediary, but unfortunately they were kidnapped by the local anti-government organization. They went to negotiate. Today is the sixth day. Just now I See them in a very dangerous place, where there is an armed struggle!"

Lin was unhappy, "Why do they always encounter such and such things? Rabbit promised me to help the family upgrade the hardware. She signed the contract, and she can't break the contract."

"Lin." Mrs. Lin called her.

Lin Zhi got up and muttered: "I don't have to ask her to do it, I can also change the contract time, I just... I just..."

Mrs. Lin answered, "You just hope they settle down sooner."

"Yes." Lin Lianlian nodded, "Looking at the live broadcast of detectives, they will fall from the sky when people encounter difficulties, just like Supergirl. But..." She frowned, "As a friend, I know very well that they are also ordinary people. "

Catherine leaned forward and took her daughter's hand, comforting her softly.

When Lin sighed, "When are they the same day?", Catherine motioned her to look out the window.

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, every street in the city is lit up.Overlooking from a high altitude, the lights merged into a yellow grid, with red lights flickering from time to time——people were dispersing from the gathering area to all directions of the city after finishing their day's work.

Due to individual lighting failures, there are many abrupt black breakpoints on the veins that make up the light network, but if you look closely, there are always white car lights to disperse the darkness, making the light network coherent and complete.

"We survive and live in such an environment. Our road is not always bright and smooth. People will inevitably encounter darkness, and it is inevitable that this road will not work."

"Or go around, or use tools to pass, or linger in place."

"Everyone is the same, and our friends are no exception."

"Honey, you're right: they're not superheroes. Even if they do help, they're going to help a lot of people."

"I think they don't and can't light up all the darkness."

"But they always have a light."

"They listen in the dark."

"Listen to the cries for help. In the past, there were yours and mine. In the future, there will be others."

"When they hear it, when others need it, they light the lamp."

……

When the plane landed, Catherine took out Lin's cell phone from her pocket, "I guess it's our friend who replied."

She shook the phone, and the screen displayed the details——

[See you next week. 】

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