don't be alone anymore

*I don't want comfort*

……

Wen Yang took Jian Muzi to his favorite restaurant near his home.

The proprietress of the small fried shop opened a shop on this street 20 years ago.

I haven't changed the store location for 20 years, so I naturally recognize regular customers.

"What would you like to eat today, Xiao Wen?"

Old Wen Wen and Xiao Wen have been regular customers of this small restaurant for 20 years.

From the first year of opening the store, Xiao Wen, as the proprietress calls it, would come to the store to order food almost every week, and take home the same food.

And once every one or two months, Lao Wen would bring Xiao Wen to the store and eat in the store.

"Auntie, it's still the same as my dad's. Add fried vegetables, less oil and less salt. I brought a friend here today, and she doesn't like to eat dishes with a lot of oil and salt."

"Okay, wait a minute, say hello to yourself, Auntie is busy over there."

The night is deep.

In a small restaurant of 30 square meters, the entrance of the store is full of folding tables and chairs.

This is the night battle of the couple for 20 years, and the taste and portion of the dishes remain the same every year.

Wen Yang took the tableware in front of Jian Muzi, punctured the film attached to the surface of the tableware, rinsed the dishes with boiling water, and praised the popularity of the restaurant to Jian Muzi.

Amidst the din of voices, the volume of the speech was amplified,

"It's not bad, is it? I caught up with the small restaurant that I only know about. I have eaten here for almost 20 years. Two days ago, this restaurant was recommended by a food blogger on the Internet. The customers who come here More."

Jian Muzi smiled lightly,

"Are you trying to indirectly prove that you are better than the glutton?"

Jian Muzi has already given the "ladder", and Wen Yang must of course climb up the pole.

"That's it~ I'm an old gourmet among the old gourmets! Jian Mumu, follow me, and I'm sure you'll have a good meal."

After the dishes were all served, Wen Yang concentrated on picking the crucian carp's thorns.

In addition to the stir-fried dishes in the small fry shop, the most popular one is the grilled crucian carp with green onions.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fresh and tasty, Wen Yang has liked to eat it since he was a child.

"Eat more vegetables and less rice. But the fish and meat bibimbap is also delicious, you can try a little."

The thornless tender meat from the belly of the crucian carp was picked into the bowl, which contained half a bowl of rice.

After the rice grains and fish meat were mixed, Wen Yang poured another spoonful of grilled fish umami soup into the bowl, and then handed the bowl back to Jian Muzi.

"Try it, it should taste good."

Such a child's way of bibimbap...

The 31-year-old police officer Wen, who was mixing rice, looked serious.

Jian Muzi took the spoon handed to her hand,

“Yummy~”

Wen Yang immediately showed a smile.

"If you still can't eat half a bowl, then eat more. I'm treating you. You're welcome."

Wen Yang and Jian Muzi had eaten together many times for the cafeteria meals alone, and they noticed that Jian Muzi didn't eat much.

Weekday lunch is basically a small bowl of rice, and dinner is about half a bowl.

After Jian Muzi ate a lot, Wen Yang, who hesitated for a while, moved the plastic bench and sat closer to Jian Muzi.

"Why did you come to eat with me suddenly?"

Wen Yang glanced at the place next to his eyes, but he stopped looking at Jian Muzi.

"Cough cough~~"

"Jian Mumu, I think you don't seem very happy..."

"Is there anything unhappy? Say it..."

When playing lip service on weekdays, Wen Yang is bound to say, "What's wrong with you? Telling it makes me happy."

But when it's time for people to be unhappy, she absolutely can't say this.

Just as Wen Guodong was sure, his daughter was the hardest-talking and soft-hearted.

Sharp teeth and sharp mouth are just the appearance, the softest thing is the heart.

"Is there anything unhappy? Say it... at least it will make you feel better?"

After Wen swallowed for a while, Wen Yang finally finished this unspeakable comforting sentence.

As soon as she finished speaking, she hesitated and turned her gaze back to Jian Muzi...

They met each other's eyes.

Wen Yang was startled slightly,

"I...why do you feel like you're going to cry...you look so pitiful..."

Wen Yang hurriedly went to find the tissue on the dining table,

"Jian Mumu, don't cry! Crying in front of me...it's embarrassing!"

Jian Muzi smiled lightly, and there seemed to be countless emotions flowing in her eye sockets that no longer felt dry.

"What about you? Do you feel ashamed to cry in front of me?"

Wen Yang paused when he was pulling out a tissue, and then gave the other party a normal smile.

"I just feel ashamed to cry in front of you, so I will warn you with empathy. If you cry in front of me, I... I will take pictures as a souvenir."

Seeing that Jian Muzi didn't intend to cry, Wen Yang breathed a sigh of relief, "I won't compensate you for wasting a tissue."

Jian Muzi didn't answer, but still looked at Wen Yang unwaveringly.

Wen Yang shifted his gaze away indistinctly, and was silent for a while, "I seldom cry... nothing makes me unhappy... if I really cry..."

Wen Yang pursed his lips,

"It's not impossible in front of you. So, if you have any unhappy things, you can tell me. Say it, at least you will feel better. "

"Wen Yang."

"Ok?"

"You can tell me if you are unhappy."

Wen Yang was stunned...

"I have nothing to be unhappy about."

While making a panic statement, she remembered the scene outside Deputy Director Zhou's door not long ago.

"Why did you come to the bureau just now?"

It seems to be mentioned inadvertently, and carefully tested.

"Looking for you to eat."

"Oh~~"

It's just an excuse to lie. As for whether Wen Yang believes it or not, Jian Muzi doesn't care at the moment.

Wen Yang poked at the empty bowl on the table, seemingly emptying it, but he was actually thinking about how to ask the next question.

At that time, she and that person were both loud in the office.

How about the sound insulation effect of the office on the top floor?

I don't know how many people outside the door heard before Master Li knocked on the door?

……

"Before Master Li knocked on the door, we just arrived."

Changing places, today's matter...

If the same thing happened to someone else, they might believe Jian Muzi's words.

Maybe I will be glad that my secret has been kept.

But Wen Yang was not someone else.

She obviously didn't ask the time point when Jian Muzi appeared, but Jian Muzi took the initiative to express the answer.

This "superfluous" sentence actually caught Wen Yang's heart.

At this moment, she is completely convinced that Jian Muzi heard something...

I even began to feel that this meal had no deep meaning.

And this redundant sentence, in Jian Muzi's view, was a thread she threw to Wen Yang.

Tell Wen Yang in disguise:

I heard some...

Before Master Li knocked on the door...

Those words in the office.

You can choose not to tell me, and comfort yourself with what I said.

You can also choose to tell me...

Just like I said just now, you can tell me if you are unhappy.

Jian Muzi still stared at Wen Yang, and the redness in his eyes still made her heart ache.

She didn't know which corner Wen Yang hid in and cried alone during the time Wen Yang was gone.

She only knew that her heart was full of pity.

There was a soft light in her eyes that had never been seen before.

……

"Ah."

Wen Yang seemed to laugh.

She put down the chopsticks in her hand and said bluntly,

"So you didn't come to see me for dinner, you weren't unhappy."

This sentence is a judgment sentence, not a question sentence.

Jian Muzi understood in an instant.

Wen Yang is about to speak...

Finally willing to be honest with her...

"Let's go, it's too noisy here, go to your car."

……

Getting closer to the car, Wen Yang didn't choose the co-driver's seat but opened the rear door.

Jian Muzi immediately followed in.

When the door was closed, there was only an eerie silence in the car.

The two people who were equally quiet were also staring at the front seat.

Wen Yang twitched the corners of his lips mockingly, and turned his gaze back to Jian Muzi.

Unobtrusive, she let out a small sigh.

"How much did you hear?"

Jian Muzi's eyelids moved slightly, but she didn't make a sound.

Wen Yang laughed as if exhaling.

Jian Muzi's silence already gave her the answer.

It seems that the most important part has already been known.

……

"On my birthday, the SLR camera you gave me was testing me, right?"

Wen Yang remembered that she had revealed to Jian Muzi that she had won a photography award a long time ago.

In the world of adults, adults who live alone, occasionally there will be a little weakness and a little loneliness.

Occasionally, I want to drop clues, hoping that someone can follow the traces to find myself and get closer to a more real self.

Thinking about it, Wen Yang still found it strange.

For so many years, the only time of all-or-nothing...

She gave Jian Muzi...

And Jian Muzi really came to find her.

Wen Yang smiled suddenly.

It was just that she suddenly felt that the person walking by her side seemed to be Jian Muzi.

……

"My name, Wen Yang, is derived from my father's surname and one from my mother's surname. My mother's name is Yang Changrong. She was the former director of the Public Security Bureau of Ning City. On the night of April 2004, 4, the suspect He was shot by a gun-wielding suspect while he was still alive, and died in the line of duty..."

"This is the sacrifice you hear about..."

"I told you once before... I was in first grade at 5 years old, and I skipped another grade, so I went to university at 16. In middle school, I fell in love with photography. I was not satisfied with still imaging, so I dreamed of doing Photography-related work. When I was going to college, I was admitted to the School of Communication, Shuimu University... The reason why I chose the major of film and television photography and production was probably because I wanted to do something of my own. To convey some of my own thoughts, I Like my picture."

"At the end of my sophomore year, I officially went through the withdrawal procedures, returned to my alma mater in high school, and went to the repeat class."

Wen Yang glanced at Jian Muzi, smiled faintly,

"Maybe it's not what you think. The reason why I later applied for the Public Security University and became a policeman was not because I inherited my mother's career or wanted to fulfill my mother's unfulfilled last wish..."

"...I...I haven't spent as much time with her as her colleagues in the past 18 years. Even if she has a dying wish, I don't know..."

Jian Muzi pursed her lower lip, and said suddenly,

"Wen Yang~ I..."

"Listen to me first... Don't say anything consoling... To be honest, Jian Mumu, I have heard enough consolation in the year she left."

"Um...you said..."

"I studied in Shuimu for two years. It should be said that my teachers or classmates never saw her. In fact, my dad is also busy, but he is in Beicheng, so there was a rainstorm when I was young. He came to my school and delivered an umbrella once."

"The day I reported to Shuimu, I took a taxi to the school with three suitcases of luggage. On the day I reported to Public Security University, I finally got my dad. But at that time, he had resigned and was no longer a policeman. gone."

"My father resigned because of my mother's sacrifice. Later, with the help of my uncle and uncle, he started some small and safe businesses. The most time is to be a househusband at home and take care of me."

"Sounds like making up, doesn't it?"

Wen Yang smiled, and didn't wait for Jian Muzi's reply, "The reason why I became a policeman was not for other reasons...in fact, I wanted to know...what my mother was obsessed with all her life..."

……