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Chapter 118
Chapter 118
"It's best not to leave Jianning in the recent period. Please try to cooperate with our survey. At the same time, we will also pay attention to protecting your safety. Needless to say, I am really embarrassed. You know that this is a walk ... "
The iron gate was closed behind him, and the echo fluttered on the open corridor for a long time.
Yan Yan slowly walked to the end. Beying on the window sill in front of the corridor, Lu Tuan's backlight was carrying his hands, overlooking the endless gray clouds of the sky.
"Come out," when I heard the footsteps standing, Lu Wei's carelessly: "Look at your obscure, go home and take a shower with grapefruit leaves!"
Yan Yan was also wearing the costumes that were arrested, black slim jackets and shirts, jeans and high -top short boots of the same color. The shirt is already wrinkled, but it does not look down. On the contrary, the dark sword eyebrows and eyes are in line with his age and depression.
"Is Old Fang woke up?" He asked.
Lu Wei's answer was not answered.
"..." Yan Yan exhaled and said, "I want to see Qin Chuan."
Lu Yu raised his hand to look at the watch: "Okay, arrange you to go to the interrogation room in half an hour. In this half hour, you can take a bath and change your clothes, smoke a meal, or ..." He I pointed to the road across the road through the glass window, which means deeply: "See how your favorite car is repaired."
Outside the gate of the Municipal Bureau, a brand new silver -gray G65 stopped quietly on the streets, attracting pedestrians to look back.
Yan Yan's eyes finally appeared with a slight smile.
G65 flashing lights were unlocked, and the Jiang stopped his head with a mask on the back seat and comfortably served tea while drinking tea. Essence
"Yo, come out." Jiang stopped the chess game: "I bought you grapefruit leaves ... oh!"
Yan Yan reached out and held him into his arms, dragged his mask, and kissed down.
就像对待落回胸腔的心脏,失而复得的珍宝,灯火阑珊处幽幽发亮的明珠;严峫把江停半压在宽敞柔软的后座上,从唇舌亲吻到鼻尖,从细腻冰凉的皮肤亲吻到Especially the wounds that did not heal, the fiery breath penetrated the blood vessels, and it was shaking in the ice and snow.
"Thank you." Yan Yan buried his face in Jiang's neck and murmured, "Thank you."
Jiang Xun felt a little funny: "Thank you?"
—— Thank you still, at least on the last day, and you stand by me.
"Nothing, thank you for the bowl of pork and chive dumplings that were given to the gift last night. The J -31 was fucking into Shenzhou No. 8." Yan Yan stopped the river in front of a single -sided window, and It is unreasonable: "Don't move me to the top, don't move, comfort and comfort my injured flesh and broken heart ..."
"It is me who is injured in the flesh, and it is boiled vegetables!"
"Where did you hurt, don't you face it? It doesn't matter, I am responsible, even if I break the phase, I do n’t dislike you.
"Vice Division of Yan!" Jiang Pu was crying and laughing with his wrists, "You wake up, here is the gate of the Municipal Bureau!"
"It's okay, no one looks at us, no case at noon, everyone slipped. In case someone saw me, I said that you are a little net red I have been soaked." I definitely didn't eat well, this waist and thigh ... "
Dangdang!
The window was shot a few times, and Yan Yan looked back. Han Xiaomei's innocent face was out of the car, flashed with a pair of round and big eyes.
Yan Yan: "..."
Yan Yan dropped the window: "What do you do?"
"Mei Mei Mei Mei said that you must have been released from prison without eating or sending me to send a bento box ..."
Han Xiaomei's mosaic -level picture has rotated wildly and rushed out of the atmosphere, turning into fireworks to illuminate the entire galaxy, but the fact is that she did not dare to look in the door by the door. Yan Yan raised his eyebrows, picked up the lunch box across the window, and opened it in the seductive aroma.
Bitter gourd fried diced pork, cold bitter gourd, bitter gourd egg drop soup.
"...Clearing away heat and detoxifying and reducing anger, it's pretty good." Yan Yan patted Han Xiaomei on the shoulder and persuaded her, "I think you're just a talent for being a criminal police officer. What do you think?"
Han Xiaomei: "..."
Yan Yan drove Han Xiaomei back to work and sat in the car to eat a bitter gourd feast. Yang Mei didn't ask Han Xiaomei to order a particularly expensive takeout, it was ordinary home-cooked food from a roadside restaurant, but he didn't even feel bitter. In the back seat, he let out a sigh of relief.
"It's obvious that I just squatted in the city bureau for a few days, why are you so tired," Yan Yan murmured, "Is it really because of age?"
Jiang Ting sat beside him, playing the chess that he had just interrupted, and said casually: "So men have to be old after 30, don't think that you are a young man who does not sleep for days and nights in ambush operations. Shenzhou No. 8, I think you are similar to Tiangong No. 1."
"..." Yan Yan immediately clicked his tongue: "Tiangong-1 can also make you die or live, don't believe me, try it tonight?"
Jiang Ting raised his hand to beg for mercy: "It's alright, alright, alright..."
Yan Xun was willing to rest, leaning on the backrest, smoking a cigarette, his eyes were blurred and out of focus, and after a while, he said softly, "Why is it him?"
"It's better than Bureau Lu."
Jiang Ting was so sensible that he almost abandoned his feelings in this regard, Yan Yan took a breath and tried to express his emotions: "No, no matter who I find out, I won't feel good, even if I find out it's Fang Zhenghong in the end, I... ...Do you understand that feeling? It has nothing to do with personal grudges or collective honor, it's just really more than ten years..."
He shook his head, thinking of the situation of the Gongzhou Municipal Bureau and the relationship between Jiang Ting's colleagues in ambush, and felt that he had said too much.
"It's normal," he suddenly heard Jiang Ting say after a while.
Yan Yan held a cigarette and turned his head.
"Criminal investigation, anti-drug, anti-smuggling, anti-terrorism, and even the entire public safety gate, this journey is long, difficult and endless. Once you start it, it is difficult to turn back, and sometimes even resignation or retirement cannot take this road out of your life. After all, there are only a few people who wear the national flag to the end of their lives. More people leave in the middle, get lost, or get lost and step into a fork in the road, and can no longer fight side by side. Yan Yan, we must all learn to accept it."
Jiang Ting's face could not be seen clearly in the white fog. He seemed to smile in the haze, and said in a low voice, "In the end of all battles, it is a contest between belief and self. Those who accept this will be better off."
The light of the cigarette butt flickered on and off, reflected in Yan Xun's dark eyes. After a while, he sighed almost silently and opened his hand.
Jiang Ting gave him a strong hug.
The door of the interrogation room opened, and a band of light extended into the dark. Qin Chuan raised his head.
Yan Yan walked into the room with the smell of smoke all over his body, sat at the interrogation table, and the police closed the door behind him.
Neither of them spoke first, they just looked at each other face to face. The cold air floated slowly like a semi-fluid, covering the walls, tables and chairs, and even the handcuffs with a layer of gray, as if paper soaked in cold water was covering people's mouths and noses layer by layer from the void.
"Is there a cigarette?" Qin Chuan finally asked hoarsely.
The police outside the door moved and seemed to want to stop it, but Yan Yan had thrown out a whole pack of cigarettes on the table, and at the same time lit one and handed it over.
Qin Chuan smiled and said, "Thank you."
That spark of fire finally brought an ethereal temperature, Yan Yan stared at Qin Chuan's face, and slowly asked, "Should I still thank you, I never seriously thought about killing me, but in the end, it was still given to me. Leave a one percent chance of survival?"
"It depends on what you think." Qin Chuan laughed, and then asked, "What do you think?"
"..." Yan Yan said, "I don't know. I am more shocked that Yue Guangping is your father."
Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows.
"We have known each other for more than ten years, and it is only today that I know who your father is, how your mother went, and the fact that you knew the king of spades when you were in school. Now that I think about it, there should be many secrets that I don't know, but I don't know who you are. It's very important to you, but it's too late, either for you or for me."
Yan Yan also took out a cigarette and lit it, the light blue nicotine scent slowly spiraled upwards.
"How do I say it," he said, "probably the three most helpless words in life are 'too late'. Unfortunately, I know it's too late."
Qin Chuan seemed to want to say something, but he closed his mouth again and asked with a smile, "Do you remember the first time we participated in a live action?"
"The first few police cars went to surround the casino, and our two trainee policemen were ambushed at the back door. We thought it was all right, but suddenly a few thugs came out, and the time when they fucking copied the guy?"
"Yes, at that time I thought it was definitely going to get cold, but I didn't expect your first reaction was to kick me out and yell: 'I'll block it, go and call for reinforcements!'..."
Yan Yan laughed: "But you didn't run away, we still made a contribution together."
"Fuck off, that kick of yours almost kicked me out of my waist, and I said later, I almost lost myself under the iron hooves of my own people before the battle even started. If you want to be honored, who will pay for my medical expenses? "Qin Chuan shook his head and sighed: "And the first time I went to smuggle pornography undercover, you kid went the wrong way, so we both went around for 20 minutes before coming back. In the end, Deputy Bureau Wei didn't believe we didn't. Go prostitute together..."
"It was the team Yu who was the solution, saying 'I believe that the boys in our bureau shouldn't have only 20 minutes', and in the end they had to pay a fine. Damn," Yan Yan sighed with emotion, holding his forehead: "That time it was okay. It's a shame, why Deputy Bureau Wei doesn't believe us, it's a double insult to both aesthetic taste and personal ability."
Qin Chuan fluttered, and Yan Xun also laughed.
The guard outside the door couldn't hear clearly, so he couldn't help but probe his head, probably surprised that they didn't fight inside.
"Yan Yun," Qin Chuan finally stopped his laughter and looked at him deeply: "The years I have known you and my work in the Municipal Bureau are the most memorable times in my life. It's too late to understand the regret, the regret should be mine, and it has nothing to do with you."
"I used to really think of you as a brother."
The two of them have met in the interrogation room many times, but they have sat side by side from beginning to end. Never before have they been at opposite ends of each other as they are now, and the distance between life and death has been separated for decades by a short distance.
Yan Yan's Adam's apple slid up and down and said, "...I used to be too."
The iron door slammed open, and two police officers on duty walked in and politely nodded to Yan Yan: "I'm sorry Yan Fu, it's time."
Qin Chuan stood up, and Yan Xun also got up, and suddenly couldn't help: "Wait!"
The action of the policeman squatted for a while.
Yan Yan took out her mobile phone, opened the photo album, and called up the picture of the formal trench coat that she took at Yue Guangping's house: "This is what we found in your father's wardrobe. According to the time, it is the end of the new year, it should be ready to send. A present for your 30th birthday."
Qin Chuan stared at the phone screen without moving, and said nothing.
"Do you know why he dismantled the boxes and threw them away and hung them in sets?"
"..."
"Because of this," Yan Yan's voice was a little awkward: "He can imagine what you look like when you look at the hanger."
Qin Chuan raised his head vigorously, closed his eyes and took a breath. The surroundings were very quiet. The bleak light and shadow showed through the bars, reflecting on his shining lenses. He couldn't see what his expression was at the moment. After a while, he looked at Yan Yan again and said, "Thank you for telling me this."
The policeman looked at his watch: "It's time to go..."
Qin Chuan staggered half a step, walked around the iron table, and suddenly paused again when passing by Yan Yan. The police didn't have time to stop him, he put a slight touch to Yan Yan's ear and said softly: "When we are reading suspense novels, we follow the protagonist to suspect all the objects that may commit crimes, and after layer by layer, we will bring the bad guys to justice. . But why did we never suspect the protagonist?"
Yan Yan was stunned.
"If the 'bad guy' is the protagonist, how will the story end?"
Yan Yan's pupils dilated sharply, and he looked up suddenly, only to see Qin Chuan smiling at him, and then walked out of the interrogation room step by step under the escort of two police officers.
Walking out of the city bureau building, the smell of haze was blown away by the wind, the traffic lights on the street flashed and changed, cars whistled and shuttled, and countless small restaurants gave off the hot aroma of cooking in the stream of people returning home from get off work. It was already cold, Yan Yan stood on the steps and let out a breath of white air, and the faint heat instantly dissipated in the air.
Qin Chuan's last words were still lingering in his mind. Yan Yan used his thumb knuckles to press his eyebrows, and suddenly he heard a short-beep!
Across the street in the distance, G65 honked his horn, and then Jiang Ting reached out of the car window and waved to him.
It's time to go home.
Yan Yan suddenly raised the infinite warmth in his heart, and the bottom of his eyes appeared unconsciously. After destroying the cigarette head, he walked towards the road facing the wind.
At this moment, his mobile phone shook in his pocket, and a new text message came from the ringtone. Yan Yan touched it, and after being released, he came from all parties after being released.
[Lao Fang has been out of danger. .
At that time, Yan Yan's internal organs were loosely loose. When he couldn't help standing, he was ready to reply to Lu Wei's "great". Who knew that he had just clicked the reply box and had not started input, and suddenly the phone displayed WeChat again.
"?"
Yan Yan opened his hand and swept away, and he didn't understand it at first, and then suddenly realized something.
The traffic lights changed again, and the crowded car and horses began to move, and the noise was under the neon lights that were lit in one after another. The G65 not far away was also stopped in the shade of the tree, and a dull startup sounded.
Under the sky, the gray clouds are dense, and the humidity starts from the corner of the huge metropolis.
In the early winter, the cold wind rolled the dust and the dead leaves, making a sharp sobbing sound, rotating straight into the sky.