Swallowing the Seas

The red and blue sirens were flashing, and they were speeding all the way on the evening peak streets in the center of Jinhai.

Bu Chonghua held the steering wheel with one hand, and pressed Song Ping's No. 18 call with the other, his gloomy brows were reflected in the rearview mirror.After a short while, the off-road vehicle turned into a crooked alley, and the light car stopped at the old-fashioned residential building. Bu Chonghua turned off the engine and pulled out the key. In the dark and damp corridor, even knocking on the door was omitted, and the old wooden door was directly pried open: "Wu Yu!"

The room was empty, there was no one in the kitchen, toilet, or bedroom, and the four dilapidated walls faced him silently.

Wu Yu didn't come back.

Bu Chonghua lifted his trousers, and half-kneeled on the ground to look under the bed. Sure enough, the thing he was looking for was no longer in the original position.There are no wardrobes, kitchens, cupboards, under the dining table or behind the refrigerator. Bu Chonghua's face was as sinking as water. After walking around twice in this cramped and low one-bedroom apartment, his eyes suddenly fell on the bathroom pipes. The water pipe, the wall, and the shower curtain formed an extremely concealed triangular space. He stepped forward and pulled the shower curtain.

——In the narrow corner that even cats can't get in, there are several kraft paper bags stuffed impressively.

It is cash.

Bu Chonghua took a few steps back, pressing his back against the wall, the scalding breath was finally released from his throat, and he felt that his shirt had been soaked in cold sweat.

The phone rang again, this time it was Liao Gang: "Hey boss, the airport, the high-speed rail, and the long-distance bus station have all sent back messages, and there is no entry and exit record of Xiao Wu's ID card. I also asked the property management to check your house. Someone opened the door. Xu Bureau also asked me why you didn’t answer the phone and what happened. They said Xiao Wu was going to resign?!…”

"I know." Bu Chonghua interrupted Liao Gang, only to realize that his voice was completely hoarse when he opened his mouth: "There is no need to look for him, he is still in Jinhai."

As long as the money is there, Wu Yu hasn't left yet.

He can make a clean break with Bu Chonghua without hesitation, but he will definitely come back to get the money.

——Where will Wu Yu go now?

Bu Chonghua slowly sat on the ground against the wall, and suddenly realized that he didn't really know Wu Yu.He doesn't know which takeaway Wu Yu likes to order, where he goes to hang out, whether he will go to the nearby library or basketball court; he doesn't know what Wu Yu's parents do, whether they have ever had a lover or friend, save food What kind of things are these money saved in exchange for, or what kind of dreams are they fulfilling?

He called Wu Yu every day, but he didn't even know that person's real name.

In the huge Jinhai, where else can he go?

"...I don't know, and I don't really want to know, you don't need to tell me about your parents..."

"I'm not in the same world as you. I'm sorry to disappoint you... Sometimes I'm disappointed in myself too."

Bu Chonghua looked at the gray dust in the air, saw the figure staggering back under the hazy sky, his back almost hit the tombstone, and then he simply leaned against the tombstone and laughed, covering his face deeply with one hand, even his waist was tight. Bend down.

But at that time, he was scorched by rage, and he couldn't hear the unspeakable sadness and self-deprecation in the laughter.

"...I'm just an ordinary little boy, I just want to hide until I die of old age," he said with a smile, "at least I can live a little longer than your parents."

As if a flash of light pierced through thousands of threads, illuminating his muddled mind, Bu Chonghua's eyes slowly changed——

Is it possible that Wu Yu went back there alone?

If the Wu Yu who gritted his teeth and pushed the security director to jump out of the window in the fire scene is real, if the Wu Yu who gritted his teeth and obeyed the order to throw the machete to himself during the riots in Fengyuan Village is real, if the trust and despair that were once desperate The begging for help in the middle of the night, the secret snuggling and kissing late at night are all true...

Without realizing it, Bu Chonghua stood up staggeringly, feeling that he had grabbed a life-saving driftwood in the cold and suffocating river, and then bet all his bets on it.

——He wanted to bet that Wu Yu had indeed gone there.

He wanted to bet that Wu Yu was indeed someone he knew.

Bu Chonghua grabbed the car keys, staggered out of the house, got into the car and stepped on the accelerator.There is no need to set the navigation at all. Over the years, he has been very clear about the direction from every corner of the city to the Martyrs Cemetery. He quickly got off the viaduct and got on the expressway. He passed through the familiar suburban wilderness and stopped at the gate of the cemetery he just arrived yesterday. Before - Jinhai City Martyrs Cemetery.

At this time, the sky was already very dark, and the stone steps were not easy to walk. Without hesitation, Bu Chonghua stepped on the fluffy soil in his trousers and leather shoes. There are many tombstones, and a glimpse of the very familiar corner——

In the next second, his heart sank.

no one.

There was nothing in front of the stone tablet engraved with his parents' names, the last sliver of sunlight in the distance faded away, and the evening wind blew over the city, whistling straight into the sky.

Bu Chonghua's heart finally hit the bottom of the abyss, and there was a loud bang in his ears, and he couldn't react for a while standing there.

At this moment, the phone vibrated in his trouser pocket for more than ten seconds before he subconsciously took it out and took a look. The caller ID wasn't Song Ping or Bureau—it was Lin Fang.

Bu Chonghua's first reaction was to press it directly, but after a full ten seconds, the last bit of reason forced him to pick it up, and said hoarsely, "...Hello?"

"Hey step detachment, I just came out of the branch office, I heard that you sent an internal consultation to find Wu Yu this afternoon?"

Bu Chonghua already had a faint premonition in his heart: "Have you found him?"

On Wynn Street in the city center, the colorful lights have already been lit up early, and exciting electronic drumbeats are faintly heard from the bar.Lin Hao stood on the side of the road smoking a cigarette, and looked back at the Iron Blood Bar where the crowd was shaking: "No, although I don't know where he is now, I know where he is going later."

"..."

"Take your people back." Lin Hao said in a gentle voice, "You don't need to intervene in this matter for the time being."

Bu Chonghua froze on the spot, the phone had already been hung up.

The feeling of emptiness like weightlessness spread from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, Bu Chonghua slowly lowered his hands, took two steps back and leaned against the tree trunk, let out a heavy breath, and suppressed the hot and sour waves in his heart.

He lost the bet.

Only 24 hours ago, he thought he had all the trust and intimacy of that person, and the cold fact proved in a blink of an eye that it was all just one-sided wishful thinking.

Lin Hao knew Wu Yu better than him, and he was just an outsider from the beginning to the end.

Bu Chonghua raised his head, he almost used all his strength to force himself to stand upright, and slowly walked along the way to the gate of the cemetery.Grass is rustling under his feet, the stone steps are endlessly long, and only the outline of gray is left in the wilderness in the twilight; he looked at the front blankly, remembering that Wu Yu walked out step by step like this at this time yesterday. A person who usually bends over and shrinks his back so straightly when passing through the countless tombstones of martyrs, it seems that some kind of lonely and desolate force is forcibly supporting his bones.

What was he thinking?

Does he still have that regretful and pitying smile to himself after turning around?

As soon as Bu Chonghua stopped, his chest heaved a few times, like a gambler who didn't believe in the opening result, and suddenly looked back to where he was.

The cool gray-blue wind blows over the grass, creating ripples that spread like waves.Immediately afterwards, as if a dream suddenly turned into reality before his eyes, Bu Chonghua's pupils dilated slightly——

A figure appeared at the end of the tombstones lined up, walked alone with his head bowed, and walked to the tombstone engraved with the martyrs Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei, bent down and put down a bouquet of wild flowers in his arms.

It's Wu Yu!

"—I'm sorry, ah." Wu Yu clapped his hands, wiped the dirt from the heels of his palms on his pants, and looked at the old black and white photos on the tombstone: "The flowers sold at the door are too expensive, so I picked a few on the road, Let’s see, don’t hold back.”

Bu Chonghua took a few steps in a daze, then staggered to a halt.

"I had a quarrel with your son here yesterday. I didn't do it on purpose. Please bear with me. I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect to say goodbye just now. I will remember to do it for you when I celebrate the new year. The two are incensed."

What did he just say?Bu Chonghua stood behind two rows of stone tablets, and couldn't tell whether he was having an absurd dream or not.

At this time, he only heard a click, and the red light of the lighter flashed. It was Wu Yu who squatted in front of the tombstone and lit a cigarette.

"I said yesterday that your death is worthless. Although I meant it sincerely, after thinking about it after going back, I felt that it was a bit extreme. At least it is because you are such parents that you will have a son like Bu Chonghua. Otherwise, today The whole situation should be different." Wu Yu looked up at the tombstone, which was almost pasted on the blurry old photo from his forehead, and whispered: "Bu Chonghua is the most perfect person I have ever seen in my life. People, and the hardest-working idealists... that's why I made him so angry."

He took a deep breath on his cigarette, and seemed a little uncomfortable.

"But I also... have no choice. If someone will definitely find out something in the future, I hope at least that person is not Bu Chonghua, because... because I really..."

Under the high slope, the distance is vast, and the sea of ​​city lights is reflected on half of Wu Yu's face, but the other side is completely hidden in the dim twilight of overlapping mountains, gradually disappearing into an indistinct outline, only a faint flickering in the eyes Light.

He lowered his head deeply, and the top of his black and messy hair pressed heavily against the stone tablet, as if he was using this force to suppress a certain extremely painful emotion.

"...Because I really... like him very much..."

He closed his eyes, and even his voice became hoarse and distorted:

"I don't want him to be more disappointed in me..."

Bu Chonghua stood there, but he seemed to have lost his five senses, he even forgot to breathe.

I really like him.

That sentence was like a sharp knife piercing into the chest cavity, twisting the heart and lungs into pieces, and then pulling out the blood and flesh, making him feel that the last trace of oxygen has been wringed out of his body.

Do you really like me too?

Did it also start from the moment I fell in love with you?

"I'm sorry, I have to leave Jinhai. Maybe I won't be able to avenge you in this life..." Wu Yu buried his head in the crook of his right arm, convulsing so hard that he couldn't hold the cigarette, and finally he pressed the cigarette butt in his left hand. In the palm, the voice was hoarse, almost whimpering:

"I'm sorry, I've already run very fast, but it's really... too late..."

Bu Chonghua's brain seemed to be filled with all kinds of thoughts, but it was empty without any sense of reality.Only the last few words, like a silent lightning split his mind, made him instinctively feel terrified before he realized what it meant.

Too late?

Too late for what?

Wu Yu trembled and took a deep breath, burning pain from the nasal cavity to the respiratory tract.He remembered that the night he fled from the village, he hid in the trucks of the drug dealers. Unexpectedly, those cars did not take the usual route to smuggle across the border, but turned to another direction of the mountain road.After driving for an unknown amount of time, the car suddenly stopped. He hid in the opium sack in fear, thinking that the other party had found him, but he heard the group of people getting out of the car and discussing their next plan while smoking a cigarette—going to a certain "investigation site" The other party is a pair of young couples disguised as Tiaozi, and they want to torture them to find out who a certain "nail" is.

That was the first time in his life that he was so brave. To this day, he doesn't even believe that he can run so fast, but it feels like he is riding a thousand miles of wind when stepping on the jagged rocks.But he was really too thin, he couldn't outrun the whistling wheels, and he couldn't outrun fate along the established track; he just climbed into the courtyard wall a few seconds ahead of those people, and this time was not enough for him to wake up the adults. I only had time to hold down the child's mouth, desperately telling him to keep quiet.

The moment when nine-year-old Bu Chonghua opened his eyes late at night that day, it was the first time in their lives that the two of them saw each other, and all tragedies happened at the moment when they looked at each other.

"I'm sorry," Wu Yu said, looking at the photo with red eyes, "I tried my best."

He stood up, finally nodded to the tombstone, and paused.The undulating movements were full of sadness and helplessness, and then he never looked at the smiling couple in the photo, passed the tombstone, and walked towards the entrance of the cemetery.

Bu Chonghua's mind was buzzing, and he followed Wu Yu two steps forward, just about to blurt out to stop him, but there was some indescribable force deep in his heart that forced him to swallow all his voices, and followed Wu Yu mechanically. behind.

He didn't know what he was going to do, but he had an intuition, as if as long as he followed this way, he would discover some secrets that he had never thought of.Layers of night air enveloped Bu Chonghua well. He followed Wu Yu out of the Martyrs Cemetery step by step. Suddenly, the yellow light of the headlights lit up on the road ahead, followed by the sound of the engine speeding away. Nearby, a black Mercedes-Benz roared towards Wu Yu, and then came to a screeching stop.

The car door opened, and a fat man with a round head and big ears got out of the passenger car and opened the rear door by himself with a steaming plastic bag in one hand: "Hey, my little ancestor Wu, look at what time it is now! You Have you eaten? Why is your face so ugly? Ouch, I'm so anxious..."

Who is this?

Wu Yu's friend?

Bu Chonghua narrowed his eyes sensitively, and saw Wu Yu nodding wearily not far away, only uttered the word "I'm tired" briefly, and then lowered his head and got into the car door.The fat man shoved the takeaway bag to him worriedly, and gave him some instructions before getting into the car. Then the Mercedes-Benz drove towards the city at full speed, and the plume of smoke quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

"..."

Bu Chonghua's pupils trembled slightly, and he took half a step back, turning around and rushing towards his off-road vehicle parked at the back door of the cemetery without even thinking about it, at the same time he took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed Cai Lin's number.

"Hey, hello boss, I just got home!" Cai Lin yelled loudly as the background music of the TV series and the clinking of tableware and chopsticks came from the phone, "I heard Brother Liao say that Xiao Wu is going to resign? What's going on? Ah, this is not fake, is it?!..."

"Call the traffic management office to check a car. The license plate number is CZ5859. It is a black Mercedes-Benz E320. Immediately check the owner's identity, background and occupation information."

"Huh? What?"

Bu Zhonghua slammed the car door, put on the seat belt with one hand, turned on the light and turned the accelerator to the end, the off-road vehicle quickly turned around and roared onto the highway.

"This car is currently driving north along Taihua Avenue in Hanshan District. It is estimated that it will go to the viaduct later. I want to know the owner's name, what he does, and—" Bu Chonghua looked at the dark blue horizon in the distance , the faint light and shadow of the taillights of the car in front of the road reflected in his eyes: "Tell me where it is going now."