I make a living solving crimes.

In the open space in the field, the cold wind whistled past, sweeping away the murderous and bloody atmosphere.

After the forensic doctors confirmed that all the death row prisoners were dead, the public security officers began to pack their bags and load them into trucks. Those with family members took them away on their own, those without family members were arranged by the organization, and those who had committed heinous crimes and had no family members were directly dragged to the medical school.

Chang Wei walked over to confirm that the young man would be buried next to his parents. He watched them put the body into the thin coffin before walking back.

The wind stopped and the breeze brought a whiff of fragrance.

Lan Xiaojie had already struggled out of her painful emotions, and walked lightly to Chang Wei, her voice as clear as a spring, "Chang Wei, thank you!"

The woman's gentleness is like silk, blending with the breeze and warm sunshine, weaving into a soft and delicate blanket that will wrap around your fingertips with a light touch, full of hazy comfort.

"Easy to do."

"Without you, it would be hard for me to take revenge." Lan Xiaojie didn't care about Chang Wei's perfunctory words. She looked at him steadily with watery eyes. "It's really interesting to say that you have helped me many times before."

The girl nodded, revealing her slender white neck, and said softly with her slender fingers: "Once in the art school, twice in the alley, and once in Tianjin. Today you helped me fulfill my wish again."

Chang Wei smiled slightly and said, "I am a police officer, this is my duty."

Lan Xiaojie was a little dissatisfied with the formulaic answer. She pouted her lips, suddenly reached out to adjust Chang Wei's cotton coat, and smiled with regret, "We are so destined to be together. I have liked you for so long, I almost thought you were mine."

Chang Wei stood there in a daze, not knowing how to respond.

Is this a confession?

It was the first time in his two lives that a girl confessed to him, and he was a little overwhelmed.

There was a similar scene in his previous life. He met a girl on the Internet. They chatted for a long time and he thought he had met true love. He even thought of a name for his child. But then the girl mentioned her grandfather who grew tea in the mountains.

This life is too short, he is still busy making a living and has no time for love.

That's something you can only think about when you have a full stomach and nothing to do.

Lan Xiaojie saw his panic, and the corners of her mouth raised into the most beautiful arc, as sweet as a newly blooming flower.

The sunlight reflected in her eyes like pearls and stars in the blue sky, instantly overshadowing all the scenery in the surroundings.

"The kind of person I like has light, but his light is not dazzling, and he is like dust in the light."

Chang Wei looked at her quietly without saying anything.

"I was destined to travel the world, but I stopped for a while because I met you. Now my wish has come true, and I have said what I should say. It's time for me to go."

Chang Wei's voice was like being stabbed by a blunt knife, and he said with difficulty: "Where are you going?"

"Suzhou, my master said I should learn Kunqu Opera, and he found a famous teacher for me in Lin'an. I will go south after New Year's Day."

"...I'll see you off when you leave."

Lan Xiaojie shook her head. "No need. Let's just say goodbye where we should."

After that, she took two steps back, and looked Chang Wei up and down carefully again. A hint of reluctance and nostalgia flashed in her eyes. She smiled and said, "Flowers will bloom along the road, and so will your future road. Chang Wei, goodbye!"

She waved her hand and turned around quietly, her steps still graceful and free.

Looking at the girl's receding back, Chang Wei suddenly laughed.

Yes, he knew from the very beginning when he met her that this was a very decisive girl.

A branch of plum blossoms frozen in spring snow,

The whole body is filled with fragrant mist and morning glow.

The mountains and rivers are vast, the world is full of fireworks, girl, we will see each other again if we are destined!

......

In the early morning, what shines on your face may not be the sun.

Chang Wei was awakened by the corpse being poured over him.

Chang Xiaoman huddled in the gap between the cabinet and the bed, covering her face and refusing to come out.

"Okay, okay, uncle doesn't blame you." Chang Wei squatted in front of the gap, reached out his hand and touched the little girl's head very gently, "It's uncle's fault. I shouldn't let you drink so much water at night."

The little girl's fat fingers that covered her face opened slightly, revealing her dark pupils, "Uncle, I peed on your head."

"It's okay, you are a child, your uncle doesn't blame you."

"Really?"

"Yes, uncle never lies to Xiao Man."

The little girl opened the gap between her fingertips a little wider, looked carefully at the sincere expression on Chang Wei's face, slowly stood up, threw herself into her arms, hugged her neck and said softly: "Uncle is so nice!"

Chang Wei picked her up and patted her on the butt gently. "Hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face. Aren't we going to eat roast duck today? Then we're going to the zoo to ride horses."

"Ride a horse, I want to ride a horse." The little girl instantly forgot the embarrassing thing that happened in the morning. She became excited in Chang Wei's arms, kicking her two short legs around.

Well, you can ride horses in the zoo now. Five ponies were recently exchanged from abroad.

Who except Shang Yang could resist five cute ponies?

In the back room, breakfast was the Xiangtan rice noodles that Chang Wei brought back from Old Wang.

After eating steamed buns for two days in a row and dumplings last night, Chang Wei is avoiding pasta at the moment.

Chang Xiaoman sat at the dining table proudly, shaking her two ponytails with two bows tied on them, looking so adorable.

This was the hairstyle that Chang Wei changed for her in the morning, and he considerately tied it up as her New Year gift.

Yes, today is January 1959, 1. Last night, Chang Wei said goodbye to 1 and drank some wine. The little girl accompanied him with a cup of water. Both of them drank too much.

He has been here for half a year and has met many people and said goodbye to many people.

Time is like a beautiful girl. With a lowered brow and a faint smile, she separates some people and things to the other side of time.

"Chang Ni, what book are you reading?" Chang Wei came over and greeted her.

"A collection of essays by Zhu Ziqing." Chang Ni closed the book and shook it. "I'm reading Moonlight Over the Lotus Pond now."

Chang Wei likes Zhu Ziqing's articles, especially the sentence: I'm going to buy some oranges, you stay here and don't move around.

As for the moonlight over the lotus pond, the only thing left in my mind was:

I'm like a fish in your lotus pond

Just to wait for the bright white moonlight with you

After swimming for four seasons, the lotus flowers are still fragrant, waiting for you in the middle of the water

孽 孽!

He shook his head vigorously, threw the lyrics out, and said to Chang Da: "Sister, put more chopped pepper."

Chang Xiaoman was afraid of spicy food, so she took her bowl far away and chatted with her mother: "Will the wild uncle come today?"

Chang Da had just taken the can and came over to add chopped pepper to Chang Wei. When she heard what Chang Xiaoman said, she glanced at Chang Wei a little embarrassedly and said, "I will come. Mom can't drive yet."

Chang Wei looked calm as he swallowed the rice noodles with big gulps without saying a word.

The whole family is going out, and one Pontiac can't accommodate all the people. Chang Da suggested last night that Du Ye should drive a Willys and follow behind.

Except for him and Chang Xiaoman, the whole family agreed.

I don’t know how this kid manages to deal with the whole family.

In 1958, Du Ye got a big bargain!

......

First, on Thursday my daughter contracted a virus and suffered from vomiting and diarrhea, and today it's my 70-year-old mother's turn. I'm exhausted and I really can't write much at the moment.

I'll try to write another chapter tonight, but I can't guarantee it!