don't be alone anymore

*At the beginning*

……

"Just now, there is a 6-year-old little girl. Her mother was ill and was hospitalized. I haven't seen her mother miss her for a few days, so she dispatched her grandfather who came to take care of her, and secretly went to the hospital..."

Wen Yang took another glutinous rice ball and chewed it several times until the sweet smell of sesame was no longer in his mouth.

"...I also looked for my mother once when I was a child..."

Jian Muzi paused when she went to get the sandwich...

This seems to be the first time Wen Yang mentioned his mother.

"I was much bigger than the little girl just now. She was 6 years old, and I was 10 years old at that time."

"10 years old, not too old."

Wen Yang turned his head and smiled at Jian Muzi,

"10 years old is not young, I had already graduated from elementary school at that time."

Seeing the doubt in Jian Muzi's eyes, Wen Yang was a little proud, "I know what you want to ask, do you want to ask, why did I graduate from elementary school when I was only 10 years old? I'm sorry, Officer Wen was too smart when he was young I went to the first grade when I was 5 years old, and I skipped a grade in the middle, so when most children are in the fourth grade of primary school, Wen Congming has already graduated from primary school!"

Jian Muzi stared at the self-proclaimed gentle and smart person, apparently not intending to answer the question.

If he answered these words, Wen Congming would definitely be babbling endlessly.

Unable to hear Jian Muzi's intention to praise herself, Wen Yang took the initiative to touch Jian Muzi's elbow, "Jian Mumu, how old are you when you graduated from elementary school?"

The 11-year-old and 12-year-old Jian Muzi, who graduated normally, did not want to talk to Wen Congming.

Jian Muzi didn't answer, but made Wen Yang act like a little rabbit who got fresh carrots, "Hahaha, I finally beat you in one thing!"

"I'd rather hear the story of the little tadpole looking for his mother."

Although Jian Muzi's tone was light, the meaning behind her words...

"Who is the little tadpole?"

Wen Yang pouted,

"...my mother works in Ning City! She goes to work... very busy! She doesn't rest on weekends, and it's hard to see her on holidays. Even during the Spring Festival, she hasn't spent a New Year at home."

"On the day I graduated from elementary school, it should be said that it was a month before, she promised me that she would go back to Beicheng to celebrate with me, and she would make me my favorite fish-flavored shredded pork. But on the day of graduation, I didn't wait Her. I just thought that since she is so busy at work, I'll go find her. "

In 2017, it only takes 40 minutes to take the high-speed train between Beicheng City and Ningshi City.

But when Wen Yang was 10 years old...

In 96, Beicheng was far away from Ningshi...

"At that time, there was no high-speed rail, and there were very few green leather trains. I didn't want to mess around, but she didn't come that day, and I was so excited...I was a little excited, so I carried my schoolbag and gave The bike is full of gas..."

"Riding there?"

"Hmm~"

Wen Yang was inexplicably embarrassed.

She was indeed a little ignorant at that time.

With a journey of more than 100 kilometers, riding a bicycle, and being a 10-year-old child, Jian Muzi simply didn't know what expression to make.

She frowned,

"Unexpectedly, Officer Wen's physical fitness to be a policeman has been cultivated since he was 10 years old."

Once Jian Muzi called Wen Yang "Officer Wen", it was when she lost her temper.

Officer Wen, who grasped the point, immediately put on a flattering smile, "I didn't ride very far! I was caught by my dad before I rode out of the suburbs!"

She pursed her mouth and looked at Jian Muzi pretending to be miserable, which made Jian Muzi's gaze regain some warmth.

"I quietly left a note on the dining table at home, but I didn't expect that my dad left work early after performing the task that day. As soon as he came back, he saw the letter that I ran away from home. At that time, it was only a short time before I went out. An hour, and then I was caught by him driving over."

A 1-meter-high girl who graduated from primary school rode a bicycle on the road. After working for more than an hour, it was only a 56-minute ride on four wheels.

"...Later, my mother in Ning City rushed home after hearing the news...she hugged me and cried as soon as she came back..."

Wen Yang smiled, forcibly suppressed the sparkle in his eyes, and at the same time swallowed what he hadn't finished speaking.

Even though more than 20 years have passed, she still remembers that day when her mother hugged her and cried miserably.

She said she was sorry for her.

Seeing that the atmosphere was spoiled by himself, Wen Yang chuckled and raised his finger to the direction of the convenience store, "Why are the three of them still inside? Did Liu Yi and Fade Chen also get hit and live inside?"

Jian Muzi took a deep look at Wen Yang,

"Probably so."

Until the last glutinous rice ball in the bowl was swallowed by someone with a bloated stomach, Wen Yangshen thought he had eaten lunch and dinner.

Liu Yi and Fade Chen finally dragged the mournful Zhang Luzhi out.

Wen Yang turned around to collect the insulation bag that Jian Muzi put on the trunk.

"Jane Muzi."

She called the other party's name seriously,

"In the past few months, I've actually been wanting to ask you... When I was in England, didn't I leave a phone number for you? Why didn't you contact me later?"

The corners of Jian Muzi's lips moved slightly, but they still returned to the closed state.

She is still the indifferent Jian Muzi, just like the one Wen Yang saw when he was in London, England.

"You wrote the number on a piece of paper. Then the piece of paper disappeared."

"Oh~ so it is~"

Wen Yang gave the other party a step down, and there was some reluctance in his smile.

She cared about it for several months, and finally mustered up the courage on her birthday.

But the answer he got was the embarrassing one he had expected before.

"Let me just say, how can my charm make you forget me! It turns out that I accidentally lost my contact information..."

She had a smile on her face,

"Now my contact information is stored in your mobile phone, so I shouldn't lose it again? If I lose it again, I will break up with you!"

Her pretending childish concluding remarks filled her inner disappointment.

She still took care of her, and still didn't want to freeze the atmosphere.

Jian Muzi smiled,

"will not."

"Won't you lose or won't break up?"

This time, Jian Muzi didn't answer Wen Yang again.

……

In the second half of 2014, a felon of economic crimes in Beicheng fled to Europe.

The case involved a power-for-money transaction among government officials in this city, and the National Anti-Corruption Bureau and the Economic Investigation Detachment of the Beicheng Public Security Bureau jointly handled the case.

Wen Yang incarnated as a rich second generation studying in London, England, and came into contact with the son of the suspect in the serious case who was also in London.

The joint investigation team who originally wanted to use beauty tricks to fish did not expect that the suspect's son had no interest in beauty/sex.

After further exploration by Wen Yang, it turned out that the other party was not insensitive to beauty/color, but indifferent to women/sex/beauty/color.

At the critical moment of fishing, it was too late to change undercover temporarily, not to mention that Wen Yang had already gained the initial trust of the suspect's son.

In the second month of being an undercover agent in the UK, the suspect's son took Wen Yang to a well-known local g/a/y bar hunting/yan in London.

After three glasses of wine, in order to verify Wen Yang's playfulness and verify Wen Yang's identity for the last time, the "fish" (the suspect's son) who had just been hooked took off the hook for a while.

"Since you also like to play, I'll treat you to this stall today! You're looking for a woman here, and I'm looking for a man here! Let's compare and see whose horse gets the bait first?"

Wen Yang smiled brightly, as if he really heard some fun game.

"Okay, those who lose can't go back on their word."

And the woman who caught Wen Yang's sight in the vast crowd was Jian Muzi who was dragged to the bar by Lu Ran.

……

Amidst the blurred lights, he stood on the edge of the bar and scanned the scene.

Wen Yang's gaze stopped on a figure from the back.

that person……

It was also on the edge of the bar, in a half-open box with its back facing Wen Yang.

The other party seems to be talking to the companion beside him...

Wen Yang raised his foot subconsciously and walked over.

She held the mobile phone in one hand, and at the same time hoped in her heart that the woman with long black hair was a Chinese.

If she is Chinese, then what she wants to do next may be much easier.

"Hello."

She spoke in Chinese, and then clearly saw the figure of the woman who was speaking English in a cold voice.

The other party turned back...

This was the first time Wen Yang saw Jian Muzi.

She immediately smiled brightly.

……

"Show you a picture and you decide if you'd like to do me a favor?"

What Wen Yang showed Jian Muzi was the police officer's ID card in the password album of his mobile phone.

Both front and back were shown, and then deleted.

So Jian Muzi understood.

The person who greeted her was a policeman from the Economic Investigation Detachment of the Domestic Public Security Bureau, and he was also from Beicheng City.

Perhaps it was the three words Beicheng, which I hadn't seen in more than ten years, that moved the always indifferent Jian Muzi to feel compassion for the poor Chinese police handling the case.

After Wen Yang explained her situation in a few words, Jian Muzi raised the corners of her lips, and her eyes were instantly stained with the charm/charm she had seen countless times in Lu Ran's eyes.

"Which hotel are you going to?"

After being slightly startled, Wen Yang smiled and took her hand.

……

Two autistic people meet.

At the first moment, he put aside his usual vigilance and the uneasiness hovering deep in his heart.

At the first moment, there was an inexplicable trust in another person.

They were the ones who believed in themselves the most.

At that moment, he was willing to spread all his trust and give it to the other party.

……

Back in the patrol car, Wen Yang had already comforted his little injured heart just now.

Only willing to admit that it was a small heartache just now, not worth mentioning.

When the economic case was closed and on the last day before leaving the UK, she asked the leader of the joint case handling team to bring Jian Muzi her own contact information.

She really thought that the other party would contact her after returning home.

I never thought that the note with her mobile phone number had been lost in the years.

I never thought that after Jian Muzi returned to China, she would never contact her.

Two years later, they were in the same city again, and they still became friends.

Thinking about it this way, Wen Yang felt that there was no need for him to be sad.

Left and right, Jian Muzi back then was just a Chinese who spent a day cooperating with the Chinese police in handling the case.

One day meeting, one night chatting in hotel room, one breakfast and one lunch together.

If it wasn't for the needs of the mission, if it wasn't for catering to his undercover status, maybe the two of them just looked at each other in the sea of ​​people and then they were at opposite ends of the world.

Wen Yang thought of the time they met again last year, Jian Muzi obviously recognized her.

Isn't that great?

At least, Jian Muzi still remembered her.

……

The emergency team left work one step earlier than the patrol team today.

Back in the office, Jian Muzi did not switch back to her private server immediately as usual.

She walked to the desk and opened the wallet locked in the cabinet.

After returning to China, apart from taking the ID card and bank card, there are few opportunities to touch the wallet.

She opened the ID card and took out a folded post-it note from the back of the ID card.

The only crease is made by the person who folded it at the beginning.

After more than two years, the creases have become more and more obvious, and the original pure white note is now slightly beige.

On the paper, a string of numbers written in black ink was left.

The original ink black has turned into light black, but the number 11 is still clearly visible.

On the back of the paper, there is another person's handwriting.

It was added later:

Wen Yang

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The author has something to say:

A very "pure" first encounter ~ finally revealed ~