[Zhongyingmei] Hello stranger

"When I was young, my father told me the legend of lavender." Shirley raised her hand to support her chin, looked at Morgan with a smile, and then moved her gaze down as if lost in memory, "he said, in France Provence, one of the hometowns of lavender, has a love story about lavender.”

Morgan naturally thought of the big brother next door who was buried in the sea of ​​fire, and heard her continue: "A young girl in a small local village happened to meet a wounded young man from afar while picking flowers alone in the cold mountains. .Ask him to take care of him until he recovers, regardless of his family’s objections.”

Shirley came back to her senses, smiled and looked at Morgan who lowered her head and pinched her ears thinking, "The relationship between the two quickly heated up, but it didn't take long for the young man to say goodbye and leave. The girl in love, regardless of her family's persuasion, insisted on Leave with the youth."

Morgan was confused, but still tried to find clues, "The moment before the girl left, the old woman in the village gave her a bouquet of lavender, and asked her to test the youth's sincerity. So when they planned to join hands When traveling, the girl threw the lavender hidden in the coat on him. As a result, the young man drifted away with the wind with a wisp of purple smoke rising from his body."

Morgan was stroking his forehead in confusion, and when he couldn't find the key point, he didn't hear her voice again, so he looked up at her in confusion, "That's it? Why? Could it be that the old lady is A witch, using a girl to make a youth disappear?"

Hearing his different understanding, Shirley knew that the other party was getting farther and farther away from her, she leaned back on the chair leisurely, and said with a smile: "Derek, this is not a fairy tale about a prince and princess. But judging from your thoughts, you seem to be more inclined to have a happy ending."

Morgan pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows helplessly, "Then what is the truth?"

Seeing a trace of frustration from him unconsciously, the sense of loss in Shirley's heart flashed.Thinking of how many men's natural desire to conquer would be mixed with the reason that attracted him to investigate, she couldn't help laughing, "It is said that the fragrance of lavender can make unclean things appear."

"So that young man is not sincere," Morgan nodded his head suddenly, and turned to the original question, "But does this have anything to do with Rose?"

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, the waiter knocked on the door and walked in.Seeing them put down the plates of exquisite dishes and leave, Shirley sat upright and smiled relaxedly, "Because the young man's hometown is full of roses, so when I was young, I had already started to regard roses as A sign of insincerity."

I don't know if it's because of a guilty conscience, but Morgan always felt that when she changed her tone and emphasized "insincerity", she looked at her with ulterior motives, so she just smiled and said, "Okay, let's eat first."

"That's right." Shirley smiled and picked up the knife and fork. Thinking that maybe she was too sensitive, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows secretly, then smiled at him, "It looks really delicious."

The atmosphere that made the two of them feel a little uncomfortable was broken at the first touch. Morgan thought to himself that he was thinking too much, so he quickly let go of his thoughts and made the atmosphere lively.

After the meal, the two were talking and laughing as they walked out of the restaurant. Shirley’s cell phone rang a text message. She took out her cell phone and saw a text message from Beth, “Shirley, you’ve been in Washington for almost two months. Tell you...about your father."

When Morgan was still walking forward in a happy mood, he turned his head and found that she had stopped and looked down at the phone with a changed expression, then turned and walked a few steps towards her, "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" She put away her phone, quickly raised her head and gave him a smiling expression, stepped forward a little hastily, and subconsciously raised her hand to smooth back the bangs on her forehead, "Of course, everything is fine. good."

Sensing her natural fluster and not even concealing it, Morgan realized the seriousness of the matter, quickly followed her, and asked with concern: "What happened?"

She felt cold all over, turned her head patiently, and smiled at him inexplicably, "Relax, Morgan."

Whether it's the alienated smile from her or the name changed from her, both are warning myself not to touch her bottom line again and again.Morgan was not someone who meddled in other people's business, nor was he someone who liked to make fun of himself, so he stopped where he was as a matter of course.

There were no more annoying footsteps in my ears, only the panting of Lucas on his way.Shirley continued to walk straight forward, but she gradually became distracted and felt her steps drifted away.

For a long time, besides Rick and the other three who know when to leave her alone, some new friends often like to make unnecessary entanglements out of good intentions regardless of the situation.She could understand it, but rather disliked it.As a result, the other party often thinks that she is a person who doesn't know good and bad, so she hasn't left any other friends around her these years.

In the end, it was her own series of eccentricities that kept others away, so even now, she is still grateful for the fond memories they left.And Morgan must soon become one of the passers-by. She was a little sad, but she also knew that there were more worrying things waiting for her behind her.

At first, I felt that he was not the only one who was special, not to mention that he was so good at profiling and analysis, and one day he would dig deeper and deeper. Thinking about it, it might be a good thing to escape early.Xueli comforted herself in this way, and quickly suppressed the usual discomfort and walked towards the car door.

It's just that before she opened the car door, a hand blocked her face. She turned her head and saw Morgan.For a moment, I didn't know what to say, so I just lowered my head subconsciously.

If it weren't for the fact that the person in front of him had severe post-traumatic disorder, and if it wasn't for the lingering image of her bravado, Morgan couldn't find any reason to keep up.Especially after she put down her words in an indifferent attitude, let alone him, even any man or even any woman, it is impossible to continue to catch up with the cheek in this situation.

But he didn't care if it would damage the dignity of the so-called man, but he held some words in his heart for more than a while.He has never been a person who is willing to hide, and after this situation happens, he just wants to say it freely, "I know there are many problems that you just want to face alone, and I also know that you think I am a profiler , so I feel that all my questions before or just now are researches on you. But the fact is, in my eyes, you are not a prisoner or a victim that I have come into contact with at work, and I have never thought about it that way. "

Shirley raised her head and looked at him with a blank expression, seeing that he was still very emotional but always said in a very light tone: "If you think I have crossed the line, tell me directly, and I apologize to you. But the most important thing is You need to know that I am curious about your anxiety because I care about you as a friend. I hope I can help you to a certain extent, even if you don't think so, but you have to know my Original intention."

As soon as these words came out, Morgan knew very well that according to her personality, the relationship between the two would either become closer or be strangers from now on.And judging from her nonchalant expression, the situation after that was obviously the latter.

Since Karl was finally sent to prison, under the care of a group of people consciously or unconsciously, he has gradually stepped out of that shadow.It's just that the things he experienced can never disappear for no reason, and that unbearable memory follows him like a shadow, making it difficult for him to face most women calmly.

Cooperate with them very skillfully, just immerse yourself in the inherent joy between men and women, or be satisfied with the sense of accomplishment that men successfully please women.Anyway, he never thought or knew how to actually spend time with them.Some are just one night, up to a month.Indulge and enjoy, never having to test understanding.

Perhaps there was no lack of smart and beautiful types among those women in the past, and Shirley just appeared at the right time.But no matter what, what was certain was that she was special to him.Morgan would not want to lose her rare friend if possible.It's just that now that things have developed to such a situation, even if he is informal, he doesn't feel the need to force him to stay.

Besides, no matter how bad he was, Garcia was always by his side.As Morgan thought about it, the last trace of regret in his heart finally disappeared, "I'm done."

He clasped his hands together and pursed his lips. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard her shivering voice, "I'm so cold."

"Huh?" Morgan stopped turning around and looked at her helplessly.It was only when I saw the compassion in her eyes that I had never seen before under the dim streetlight that I probably understood the reason for her constant expression.She was still worrying about her problems, but she was still embarrassed to listen to his long speech without showing any trace, "I'm here."

Looking at his outstretched arm, she threw herself into his arms without looking up at his expression.Grabbing his entire left arm with one hand and the shirt on his back with the other, he buried his head deep in his chest.She pursed her lips tightly, her face clearly showed a ferocious expression when she was crying bitterly, but she didn't make a sound, let alone shed a tear.

Sensing her emotional ups and downs, the clueless Morgan neither dared to ask, let alone coax her, or even lowered his head to look.Just letting her still suppress her emotions, he slightly raised his right hand on her back and patted it, giving her time to relax alone.

His subtle movements made her calm down a little bit, and she slowly relaxed the strength of her hands and hugged him tightly, wrapping her whole body, which seemed to have stepped out of a cold cellar, into his strong chest.And Morgan, following her transformation, locked her gently in his arms, stroking her back with his right hand, and stroking her head with his left hand.

The temperature in the palm of his hand seemed to reach her heart directly through the body, slowly sending a steady stream of warmth from every blood vessel into her body, so warm that people couldn't bear to let go.However, after Shirley got better, she let go of her hand immediately, and the other party immediately released her from her arms.

Sure enough, as soon as he came out, he was met with a biting chill.She bent down and drew Lucas, who was squatting aside silently and sadly, into his arms.

Shirley stood up and pursed her lips symbolically at him, "I'll return that painting to you after I deal with it."

I couldn't feel her crying just now, but seeing that she was still trying her best to hide it now, Morgan smiled cooperatively, stepped forward and opened the car door for her, "I'll wait for your call."

Shirley nodded, got into the car and put Lucas on the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, turned around and bid farewell to Morgan who had helped her close the door.Seeing the other party looking at the seat belt on the driver's seat hesitantly, he put it on casually.

Seeing that he finally took a few steps back in relief, Shirley drove the car out of his sight at a steady speed, then unfastened her seat belt and drove forward at full speed.

There are not many vehicles on the road at this time, and the policeman's mental state is also the most relaxed.And Beth chose to send her a text message with a deliberate tone during this time, instead of calling her directly.

Considering that he didn't see his father in the morning, if he couldn't find anything worse, he probably...

is no longer alive.