Chapter 33 Reading aloud

After a weekend of fermentation, the attempted jumping off the sky above the sky exploded in the early morning on Monday, and before Fei Du left the parking lot, he was already surrounded by two groups of chasers. A celebrity.

Mr. Fei held a half glass of "London Fog", which was already cold, and pondered for a while in his office. He felt that money could not be spent in vain, and people could not be in vain, so he beckoned to call the secretary, told her to take advantage of the topic and find the marketing department. of people make a special project on corporate social responsibility in the name of the company.

The secretary took a notebook and wrote down his whims. Before leaving, she stopped talking for a long time, her eyes were red, and then she asked carefully, "Mr. Fei, what you said on the sky is true. Is it?"

"Huh?" Fei Du casually flipped through his schedule, raised his head when he heard the sound, and revealed a teasing and conniving smile, "Of course not, there are suicide experts who suggest the lines later, on that occasion. I won't let me play it casually—however you take everything seriously, it's too cute."

The blushing around the secretary's eyes immediately spread to his face, he spat, turned around and left.

"Hey, wait," Fei Du stopped her with a smile, "Does the company have a dinner party today that requires me to sell my color?"

A mother's love was rolled her eyes by Làng Fei's secretary: "No, we don't need this precious intangible asset for the time being."

"That's good," Fei Du immediately took off the suit jacket he was wearing, and closed his notebook. "Then I'll go out and call if something happens."

Half an hour later, Fei Du had picked up Mother He from the hospital and rushed to the city bureau together.

After all, Wang Xiujuan was seriously ill, and she was not too young. After experiencing such a great grief, she was kept in the hospital for observation for a weekend before she was discharged from the hospital with reluctance to retrieve He Zhongyi's body.

The death of a young man from a foreign land was linked to a major corruption and drug trafficking case that shocked the whole country. Yancheng City Bureau had to set up a joint working group with the Commission for Discipline Inspection, working overtime day and night.

In contrast, the murder of He Zhongyi has not received much attention. Only Luo Wenzhou, Tao Ran and Lang Qiao, who had taken over the case from the beginning, were responsible for the finishing touches.

The appearance of He Zhongyi's body has been sorted out, but it doesn't look as horrifying as when he was just discovered on the side of the road. His face was covered with the serenity of the makeup artist.

Several colleagues of Zhao Yulong and He Zhongyi came to help spontaneously, and Ma Xiaowei also appeared under the supervision of Xiao Haiyang and another policeman.

Zhang Donglai didn't know if it was because of pressure or what, but he appeared in a serious face halfway through. He saw Wang Xiujuan who was being supported by Fei Du from a distance. , said, "Auntie, I really didn't kill your son."

The others were tall and tall, and Wang Xiujuan took a half step back in fear.

Zhang Donglai thought about it again, "But I did beat him..."

Fei Du gave him a cool glance, Zhang Donglai rubbed his nose embarrassingly, shut his mouth and didn't dare to say more, and made a gesture of invitation to Mother He.

Mother He and Wang Xiujuan were very thin and small. Every time Fei Du talked to her, he would bend his waist a little bit, looking extra gentle. I can do the formalities for you."

Wang Xiujuan shook her head with difficulty, then she broke free of Fei Du's hand and staggered forward a few steps, suddenly remembered something, and turned her head to ask, "Has my family Zhongyi made mistakes? Has he done anything bad? ?"

Fei Du lowered his eyelashes and looked at her. After a while, he said softly and firmly, "No, Auntie."

Zhao Haochang is very cunning, and the concept of inciting shirk and stealing is done very well. After listening to his statement, it only makes people feel that the whole society is a big mud pit, and only his white lotus flower, which is not stained by the mud, is in full bloom after being persecuted. .

Only by relying on Lang Qiao and the others to pick up clues outside the court, plus Luo Wenzhou's repeated scams, can he get a little truth out of his mouth and piece together a tattered story.

With hope and pressure, He Zhongyi came from a remote small mountain village to the noisy city of Yan. He saw a crowd of people and young men and women, and boys and girls of the same age as him entering and leaving the campus, walking on the street, all of them. You can walk directly into the street to shoot the camera.

He was a newcomer, and he had no family or reason, so he could only live in the most dilapidated house. Every day, he stepped on the mud, accompanied by the smell of the sewer to go back and forth between work and renting a house. Except for the middle-aged people who were sullen, he was a group of uneducated people. Bastards, gambling, drugs, all kinds of bastards.

However, he counts the accounts in the book with his fingers every day. I imagined that I could one day gain a foothold in this city.

He has admired a person since he was a child. Although he strictly abides by the agreement with the other party and never tells anyone about his existence, he still can't help but want to get closer to him. Brother Fengnian was afraid of him. He Zhongyi thought about it and thought that it might be because he was too poor. In this huge city of Yan, who is running around every day, who is easy? Of course I don't want a poor relative who comes to fight the autumn wind every three days. He had to carefully maintain basic contact with the person, greet him occasionally, and save money desperately.

Greetings are necessary, even if people don't like to pay attention to him - because they borrowed money from others, there is no reason to cut off contact.

He managed to save enough money for the first time. 20,000 yuan is not enough for a young man to spoil a bottle of wine, but it is already the biggest deposit in his life. He has to keep it very carefully, and dare not show it off or let anyone see it, because there are always hands and feet around. Unclean roommates. It is not safe to put money in his own hands. He Zhongyi always wants to feel at ease earlier, but Brother Fengnian is not easy to contact, so he had no choice but to find Zhang Ting-he happened to see her beside Brother Fengnian.

He Zhongyi plucked up the courage to talk to her, and stammered to find out where his eldest brother was from her, but unexpectedly, he scared the girl.

Because a strange man with an attentive attitude is not scary, what is scary is only poverty and indignity.

The girl's violent reaction brought him a stinky beating, which was nothing, but that person was watching from the side, calmly pulling the frame and discouraging him without raising his head, as if he had never seen him before. It wasn't until that moment that He Zhongyi realized with hindsight that Brother Fengnian really didn't want to have a fellow countryman like him.

They are not relatives or friends, and they are more like a dirty idea, thrown on someone's spotless white shirt, and they can't be washed off. Even if the other party shoved him a new mobile phone very perfunctory afterwards.

He Zhongyi thought that when all the money was repaid, he would stop contacting him.

One time during the delivery, he saw Brother Fengnian and his friends chatting and laughing not far away. This time, he avoided them and didn't come forward to ask questions. He accidentally heard that they were planning to go to a " Chengguang Mansion" place to warm up.

He Zhongyi's body was covered with a white cloth and carried out. Wang Xiujuan's eyes were instantly bloodshot, her knees softened and she sat on the ground. Everyone rushed over to try to hold her up.

Her turbid tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, dipping into the gray temples, and grabbed the cuff of a person beside her: "I taught him to treat people well and be honest. Did I teach him wrong?"

No one could answer this question, so they kept silent.

Wang Xiujuan's education level was limited, so she couldn't understand the appraisal book. Tao Ran had to wait for her to calm down a little and asked her to sit down, read it to her one by one, and explain it word by word. After explaining a sentence, Wang Xiujuan nodded numbly.

She didn't cry, she just sat silently aside, shedding long, unbroken tears.

Zhang Donglai lowered his head and rubbed against Fei Du's side, his toes kicked the pebble on the ground, scratching his ears and said, "Master Fei, Tingting asked me to inquire... Cough, what the hell is this! My second uncle is because of this. To be transferred and retired to the second line in advance, is our family guilty of Tai Sui this year?"

Fei Du was a few steps away, looked at Wang Xiujuan, and suddenly asked, "Have you found the grey striped tie?"

Zhang Donglai was taken aback: "What?"

"Don't look for it, the tie is now at the city bureau," Fei Du said. "It has the blood of the victim He Zhongyi and your fingerprints on it. Someone picked it up from your car and reported it."

Zhang Donglai opened his mouth, dumbfounded for a long time, his rusted brain finally finished the long anti-sheer arc with a "quack". He vaguely understood Fei Du's words. The hair that went out was pushed back to the back of his head, and he let out a short and powerful sigh: "cao!"

Fei Du patted him on the shoulder: "Tell Tingting to stop inquiring and stop the loss in time."

"Wait, wait," Zhang Donglai waved his hands a little dazedly, "You mean...then who, who stole my tie and killed someone, is going to shoot me on the head? Is that what you mean?"

Fei Du glanced at him without comment.

"No, it's not possible, isn't it? I'm not interested in him, Zhao Haochang? Why can their Rongshun's small broken law firm catch up with your family? It's still me who introduced them! Tingting takes him home. , my parents don't have any objection to him, treat him as a new uncle and treat him wellwhat's in my way?"

Fei Du thought for a while, and replied, "Gaping."

Zhang Donglai: "..."

Zhang Donglai used his limited brain to think on the spot for a long time, but still couldn't believe it, and muttered, "Impossible, I still think... Is that guy Luo Wenzhou reliable? How can he..."

"If that guy Luo Wenzhou is unreliable, you'll be the murderer who's locked up now and waiting to be prosecuted." Luo Wenzhou himself slipped behind them at some point, and ordered Zhang Donglai, "Master, let's have some snacks."

Zhang Donglai was a little afraid of him. When he saw Luo Wenzhou, his calf turned his muscles first. At this time, the person behind his back was being listened to by the righteous master. He didn't even dare to fart, and ran away with a startled expression.

Luo Wenzhou slowly came to Fei Du's side, stood with his hands behind his back, watching the life and death not far away: "What will she do in the future?"

"The boss of the Economic and Trade Building took this opportunity to gain popularity," Fei Du said, "to lead the establishment of a 'Fund for the Elderly People Losing Their Only Children in the Villages'. The draft has already been issued, and she should be able to pay for her future treatment and living expenses. But... "

But money can be given, but people can't come back.

Others can love her materially, but no one can give her a son back.

"By the way," Luo Wenzhou took out a few photos from the folder in his arms, "I'll show you something."

The photo is of a pen in an evidence bag. The texture of the pen can be felt through the camera. The word "Fei" is engraved on the cover of the pen: "One of Zhao Haochang's collections, it's familiar to you. Is it yours?"

He had expected to see a little surprise on President Fei's face, but Fei Du just glanced at it and said without surprise, "It was with him, he lost it on Christmas Day last year."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

The date is exactly the same as Zhao Haochang's record, and if he doesn't know it, it can be assumed that Fei Du gave it to him.

"When I can't find something, I usually think about my mental state before and after, and I'll probably know where I put it." Fei Du shrugged, "If I can't find it again, it might just be taken by someone—but the person who came in and out of my office that day. There are many employees and guests, so I didn’t make a sound for fear of making trouble.”

Luo Wenzhou: "Don't you want to know what a label is?"

Fei Du shrugged, his eyes fell behind the pen photo—the lens was zoomed out a little and shot into the corner of the floor lamp in Zhao Haochang’s basement. The specimen-like tree lamp was quietly lit, like a bet from a distant time and space. The eyes that come, always follow the rural youth who changed their names that year.

"I don't really think about it," Fei Du said. "You don't have to give it back to me after the trial. It smells burnt. I don't want it anymore."

After Wang Xiujuan was settled, Fei Du didn't say hello to anyone else, left quietly and drove straight to the suburbs.

It was just after the evening, and it was a little dark. In the cemetery, there were shadows of monuments, birds and birds flying low, the smell of moist soil came out from the ground, and the sleeping deceased watched the passing strangers.

Carrying a bunch of lilies, Fei Du followed his seventh year's footsteps with ease, and came to a somewhat old tombstone. The woman on the tombstone was pale, her eyes were melancholy, and she looked at him with a layer of fragile beauty that never faded.

Fei Du and her looked at each other for a while, rolled up his sleeves, wiped the tombstone with a soft soft cloth, then stretched out two fingers, kissed it lightly, and stamped it on the tombstone for the first time in front of her. Showing a relieved smile.

It seemed that the coffin that had been pressed in his heart was finally pushed out and put into the vacant tomb, and the dust settled.

Luo Wenzhou watched him leave from a distance, then walked over like a thief, put down a small white jú, and bowed to the woman on the tombstone.

He and the owner of the tomb roamed silently for a while, and were about to leave when suddenly, his face became cold, and it rained without warning in the suburbs.

Luo Wenzhou didn't bring an umbrella, and with a "tsk" sound, he was about to cover his head with his arms and run out in the rain, but just as he raised his hand, a black shadow opened up over his head.

Luo Wenzhou was taken aback and turned around abruptly—Fei Du left and returned at an unknown time, holding an umbrella, looking at him with a somewhat complicated expression.