Chapter 130 Edmund Dantes (1)

Luo Wenzhou was stunned for a long time: "Really...really?"

Fei Du tilted his head and glanced at him. The corners of his eyes were naturally curved, and when the cold wind was swept away, they turned red again.

Luo Wenzhou woke up and met his gaze, but he couldn't find Bei, as if someone had been tricked. He followed Fei Du's movements and got out of the car, and with a swipe like a mine, he carefully slid from Fei Du's left shoulder. When he touched his right shoulder, it seemed that he had touched the bone through a thick coat, and he didn't dare to touch it hard, but he just put an arm on Fei Du's shoulder and half wrapped his arms around him, thinking slowly in his heart: " What is this about?"

Then there was a small cold wind, and Luo Wenzhou suddenly woke up. After thinking about it, he thought: "Isn't this nonsense to let him carry me?"

Luo Wenzhou laughed, and was about to withdraw his hand embarrassedly, but Fei Du grabbed his wrist and carried it straight out of the car.

Luo Wenzhou was so frightened by him that he hooked Fei Du's shoulders in a mess—especially this young man who obviously underestimated his weight.

Luo Wenzhou's tongue and teeth were tied together: "Wait, wait, wait, let me down first, let me down, what about me, I'm afraid of heights at low altitudes."

Fei Du stood still and smiled: "Lock the car, the key is in my pocket."

Luo Wenzhou scrambled for a while: "Baby, let's talk about it, that hero... you put me down... Hey, don't bother! Why don't you just leave without a reminder to 'Sit tight'! Slow down, slow down!"

The parking space was only a few steps away from the door of the building, and Luo Wenzhou’s house lived on the first floor. It was just a short walk. No matter how empty Fei Du was, he wouldn’t be able to move his back, but Luo Wenzhou was very good at self-intimidation. , Lying on an antique porcelain vase, which he usually finds inattentive when placed in a glass cover, was swaying under his own pressure at this time, so that he didn't even dare to let out the air, lest he would gasp loudly, Rub off a piece of glaze from this precious porcelain vase.

He could feel Fei Du's rapid breathing, and he exhaled a slight warmth from his neckline. His long hair was hidden in the scarf, only a strand fell out, and it fell softly down the neckline, while the hard bones of Fei Du's back pressed against the back. The stabbing in his chest made him feel a little distressed.

As soon as Luo Wenzhou's heart ached, he couldn't help being cheap, he leaned over, rubbed Fei Du's hair lightly with the tip of his nose, took a deep breath at his neck, and whispered in Fei Du's ear, "I Remember a word."

Fei Du: "Huh?"

"Ancient Dao," Luo Wenzhou freed up a finger and pointed to the stairs, and put it in his ear to feel the small cold wind from Siberia, "West wind..."

Then he poked Fei Du on the shoulder: "Skinny horse... Hey, don't, don't, I was wrong, I was wrong, brother, this old waist can't stand falling, you take it easy."

"Although it's made of leather, it's so thin that it hurts my ribs." After a while, Luo Wenzhou complained in a cheap manner again, "I'm not at home, and I haven't eaten well, so I will exercise with me every day from now on."

Fei Du gasped a little, and he laughed angrily: "Yeah, I didn't put twelve layers of mattresses, I'm wronged Your Highness—how about getting up at six o'clock in the morning for morning exercise?"

Luo Wenzhou was stabbed to death, and stretched out his hand to restrain Fei Du's neck: "Little brat."

With such a squeeze, he touched Fei Du's chin again, and couldn't help but rubbed the slightly sharp chin twice: "I said, go back to Tao Ran's for dinner, and I'll ask you to bring a small broken coffee machine upstairs. No, why is it so good today—isn’t there something I’m sorry for these few days, eh?”

Fei Du thought for a while: "There is one."

Luo Wenzhou paused.

Fei Du rested for a while, then raised his foot and walked up the steps: "I'm very sorry for liking you without permission."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He was silent for a while, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the handrail of the stairs next to him. He quickly stopped Fei Du's footsteps, then broke free without a word, and grabbed Fei Du's scarf.

For the last two steps, Fei Du was pulled up by him.

Luo Wenzhou randomly took out the key, and without even looking at it, he instinctively opened the door. He returned and shoved Fei Du into the entrance, pressing it hard against the door.

When Luo Yiguo heard the door slam, he came out and probed his brain as usual. Unfortunately, Luo Wenzhou's blind foot stepped on his tail. Master Cat screamed and jumped up to a height of more than two feet, hitting the hanger next to him. .

The tall and thin hanger with a sense of art was unsteady in its center of gravity. It couldn't resist the 15-pound fat cat's bào blow. It fell head-to-head and was cut off between the two of them. Chuhe Hanjie hit the mandarin duck with a stick, and then the curved The long hook scraped against the small wall lamp in the porch again. In Luo Yiguo's screams, the light bulb and lampshade fell to the ground together, and a "shattered peace" came.

Fei Du: "..."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

The two looked at each other for a moment, before Luo Wenzhou squeezed a sentence out of his teeth: "I must stew that hairy bastard today."

Hearing this, Luo Yiguo became more and more furious, launched an attack from the shoe cabinet, put a set of life-threatening serial claws on Luo Wenzhou, and ruthlessly grabbed the sleeves of his coat. Then it jumped angrily over the debris on the ground, jumped in a triple jump, jumped to the top of the cat climbing frame, and sulked condescendingly.

Luo Wenzhou: "Luo Yiguo, I fought with you!"

Fei Du laughed.

Luo Wenzhou stared at him for a while, and calmly moved away the toe that was hit by the hanger, unable to gather any temper in his heart.

He felt like a prodigal emperor in the negative textbook. He would laugh when he heard the evildoer who brought disaster to the country and the people.

"After watching the cat demolish the house, you can be considered to make you happy?" Luo Wenzhou muttered angrily, "I didn't make a sound all the way, and I promised to say anything, and it made me feel up and down, thinking that you are doing it again. What are you holding back?"

Fei Du was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly.

"I'm still thinking, if your kid says anything like 'it's not appropriate, let's go', I'll kill you, so that you won't be able to get married next year," Luo Wenzhou stretched his hand into Fei Du's hair, and slammed heavily. A scourge, "Because of what? Is it... that day in the ecological park?"

Fei Du paused: "I thought you would think..."

"Do you think you're really not a good thing?" Luo Wenzhou sighed, and across the ground, he leaned over Fei Du's collar, and his lips brushed over the tip of his nose, "You were indeed a little scary that day, Do you know what I'm thinking?"

Fei Du: "What?"

"Fortunately, I'm watching you... tsk, as a man who saves the world with beauty, Nobel really should give me a peace prize."

Fei Du: "..."

"Just kidding," Luo Wenzhou let go of him, bent down and lifted up the clothes hanger that was lying on the ground, "without me, you've grown so big, I know you know what, don't you?"

Fei Du looked at him without blinking, as if he wanted to use his eyes to record his outline and put it into the deepest and darkest part of his heart, and no one would look at him.

"What are you looking at?" Luo Wenzhou, with his indestructible face, was actually a little embarrassed by him—he thought that the word "sorry" had been removed from the lexicon by himself, "If you don't help to clean it up, just do it. Knowing that you have no eyesight to poke at the side, who would want you but me?"

On the last night of the year, the first thing the two of them did after entering the house was to clean up the hallway that they had borrowed all over the place.

Luo Wenzhou put together the fragments of the glass lampshade and light bulb, and Fei Du began tossing the remains of the dead wall lamp on the wall.

He also replaced the half of the light bulb attached to it, and got a piece of iron wire from nowhere. After a few taps with the needle-nose pliers, a small bracket was nested, just enough to be stuck on the light bulb, and then he ran to the basement again and dug up a tattered bicycle basket out of nowhere.

After Luo Wenzhou had packed up the vegetables and simmered the ròu on low heat, he found that Fei Du had trimmed and cut a few places about the old car basket and put it on the iron bracket on the light bulb. The car basket immediately became a set that was very suitable for The posed lampshade complements the skinny clothes hanger next to the "causing trouble", as if they were originally a set.

The water in the casserole boiled, and the smell wafted out. Luo Yiguo, for ròu's sake, gave his cheap forgiveness to the shoveler, and jumped down again and spun around at Luo Wenzhou's feet.

Luo Wenzhou leaned against the wall, calculating the fire in his heart, watching Fei Du with his back to him, picking up the tools he had used and the wire he had cut.

All of a sudden, those demented suspects, hoarse victims, intricate old cases, and unidentifiable inmates... suddenly left his world quietly and on their own.

His heart was as peaceful as an old soup simmered on a slight fire. It was steaming leisurely, and it took a long time for a bubble to bubble up. One bubble came out, one was counted as one. out.

It is the aroma of home, and it smells like a sense of satisfaction, as if the dust can settle down in this life.

Luo Wenzhou folded his arms across his chest, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes slightly.

This time, he felt that the time was finally ripe, and the words he had said in a hurry flowed naturally to his lips, and he called out to Fei Du, "Hey, it's too much trouble."

"..." Fei Du said, "Master, what are you talking about?"

Luo Wenzhou looked at the ceiling, then looked at the floor, bent down and picked up the heavy Luo Yiguo, pinched the cat's paws and asked, "When are you going to give the uncle a name?"

Fei Du paused for a while, then he didn't say a word. He lowered his head and rummaged through the wire he had just cut. He cut a piece of suitable length, and very deftly used needle-nose pliers to twist it into three circles stacked on top of each other. The spiral ring of his, smashed off the debris on it, put it on his lips and kissed it, then turned and knelt down.

Luo Wenzhou and Luo Yiguo froze together, and at the same time leaned back, Luo Yiguo hit Luo Wenzhou's shoulder, and Luo Wenzhou hit the wall.

Fei Du: "The size must be just right. Would you like to wear it?"

On the same day, Luo Wenzhou personally proved to him the vexatiousness of the nickname "Old Master", and it really made President Fei "can't get off the court until next year".

Luo Yiguo was locked out of the master bedroom door again, but His Majesty the Cat got a bowl of braised ròu without seasonings, so he generously cut a piece of the master bedroom in the territory and gave it to the two humans, and he will not be held accountable for the time being.

One year, another new year.

Xiao Haiyang left the interrogation room amid Lu Guosheng's roar. The hysterical scolding seemed to contain some kind of magic power, glowing and hot, preventing wind and cold, and making him as light as a swallow. He ran down the street in the cold wind, passed through the crowd of young people who were vigilants in the square and commercial street, jumped into a public car heading for the outside of the city, and took more than an hour to reach the terminal. After walking tirelessly on his legs for more than half an hour, he arrived at a small remote cemetery.

The cemetery was naturally closed, Xiao Haiyang took out his "sensitive skills" comparable to a bear, jumped over the wall and got into the cemetery, and found a simple stone tablet.

The street lamp not far away slanted down, Xiao Haiyang could clearly see the black and white Gu Zhao on the tombstone, he was still the same as he was in his old age, but his appearance was a little out of shape, because he was slightly afraid of the camera, and once I am nervous about taking pictures, and the pictures are always not as good-looking as I am.

Xiao Haiyang felt a sudden grievance in his heart, as if he was bullied outside when he was very young, he walked back all the way to save face, and finally broke his merits when he saw this man. He couldn't stop throwing himself into the man's arms and crying.

His glasses were blurred, and the hot air steamed out from his mouth, nose and eye sockets, and the white steam formed a ball, like a human-shaped steam oven. The steam oven took a few steps slowly, bent down and hugged the icy stone tablet, wanting to vent as it was a long time ago.

Suddenly, a faint scent crept into his somewhat dull nose.

Xiao Haiyang was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the smell came from the tombstone, like the smell of some kind of disposable cleaner. Xiao Haiyang quickly wiped his mushy eyes, turned on the flashlight, and found that The tombstone was wiped very carefully, and even the corners were spotless, and there was a bunch of fresh flowers under the tombstone.

Xiao Haiyang frowned slowly and said to himself, "Uncle Gu, who has been here before?"

Back then, Gu Zhao's body was collected by his mother alone, dragging her seriously ill body. Because the cause of death was not honorable, the stubborn old lady didn't tell anyone, and indifferently rejected Gu Zhao's people who wanted to help her in private. Ba's colleague quietly took out his savings to buy a small remote and cheap cemetery, and placed him here.

At that time, Xiao Haiyang relied on being a child and followed the old lady all the way. The old lady saw that he couldn't drive away no matter how hard she tried, so she followed him. Xiao Haiyang clearly remembered that Gu Zhao did not have a funeral, nor did he inform his relatives and friends. On the day of the funeral, only his mother and himself were present.

So who scrubs the tombstones and lays out the flowers?

Today is not the anniversary of Gu Zhao's death, and there is no local custom of sweeping tombs in the solar calendar year.

Is this mysterious visitor because he just learned that Gu Zhao's case is going to be retrial?

But that has not been announced to the public... Even internally, only the relevant staff in charge of the Lu Guosheng case heard a shadow.

Who will it be?

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