nostalgic

The flowering period of the acacia tree in front of the waiting hall of Lucheng Railway Station has passed, and the prosperous leaves turn yellow and fall off with the approaching late autumn.

The old green leather train rumbled along the rails and whizzed by the ear, the three words tree and vine, vine and tree, played in different combinations and combinations in the curtain of Tang Yun's mind.

Tang Yun groped forward along the depths of her memory, back to the night of her 20th birthday, when Uncle Jian opened the door, Jian Lai and Jiang Nan lay naked on the bed.

What is puzzling is that it is Jane Lai who is as unmoved as a tree, and it is indeed Jiangnan who is winding like a vine.

"Crack." The train stopped, the conductor opened the doors and set the pedals, and the passengers pushed one by one out of the narrow doors as if they couldn't wait.

The wheels of countless suitcases dragged on the ground, and the sound of gurgling swarmed into my ears along with the hurried footsteps.

"It's so leisurely to pick up people." Qian Mo's fingertips lightly landed on Tang Yun's shoulder.

"Long time no see." Tang Yun recovered and pursed her lips in embarrassment.

"Do you still remember what was the last sentence I left when I went to Qingchuan seven years ago?" Qian Mo held Tang Yun's arm affectionately.

"You said you would never come back." Tang Yun's eyes flashed with memories.

"I broke my promise." Qian Mo pinned his loose hair behind his ear and smiled faintly.

[Qian Mo is the only daughter of Uncle Qian Yang. Tang Yun, the children of the four uncles back then, was only acquainted with this one. Because she studied the same major in the same university, Tang Yun and this elementary school girl of the next two classes naturally got along with each other. After getting to know each other, I gradually realized that each other's elders are also close friends.

When he was in college, Qian Mo was fair-skinned and tall, but he had a baby-like face. When he smiled, the corners of his eyes curved downwards, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards.

At that time, Qian Mo was cute and silly, he didn't know how to fall in love, didn't know how to be jealous, he just knew how to play all day long, or he was rushing to pay at parties, and he looked like a delicate girl who didn't know the sufferings of the world.

Uncle Qian Yang was originally an executive of Lucheng Bank, but he did not expect to be accidentally involved in a huge fraud case seven years ago.

On the morning when the police came to the bank to arrest people, Qian Mo was buying breakfast in the bakery downstairs.

When the clerk handed the change to Qian Mo, a gunshot rang out, and the coin in his palm fell to the ground, spun around the wooden floor a few times, turned back to the edge of his trousers and flapped a few times, and finally lay quietly on the canvas shoes side.

The moment the police opened the door, Qian Yang committed suicide by drinking a bomb in his study at home. After his relatives assisted him in handling his father's funeral, Qian Mo, who was going to work at Lucheng Bank next month, silently stuffed the money in his suitcase. Several resumes went to Qingchuan alone.

"I will never spend money extravagantly again, I will never rush to checkout again, and I will never buy expensive things again. I always thought that money could never be spent, but I didn't expect that what I spent was actually My father's life." In front of the train platform from Lucheng to Qingchuan that year, Qian Mo nestled in Tang Yun's arms and murmured remorse.

"Silly girl, you didn't do anything wrong." Tang Yun rubbed Qian Mo's soft hair.

"Senior, I will leave this time, and I will never come back." Qian Mosong let go of Tang Yun's pale palm, dragged the suitcase and stepped into the car door without looking back. A best friend who will never meet again. 】/

"Aren't you going to ask me why I came back?" Qian Mo helped Tang Yun brush off the fallen leaves, his soft voice carried a bit of indelible indifference.

"Come back because my elementary school girl has grown up and can face it peacefully?" Tang Yun guessed as she looked at the pitiful girl in front of her.

"Half guessed right." Qian Mo lowered his head and smiled.

"The other half?" Tang Yun pinched Qian Mo's finger and asked.

"I received an anonymous letter half a month ago, and the content of that letter mentioned that my father's death might be related to some other reasons." Qian Mo clutched the corner of his clothes.

"You want to find out?" Tang Yun asked softly.

"En." Qian Mo nodded, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Has there been a big change in Lucheng?" Tang Yun turned to ask the elementary school girl beside her while waiting for the red light at the intersection.

"The train station is still so dilapidated, but the city has changed a lot, and I almost don't recognize it anymore." Qian Mo looked greedily at the city where he had lived for 20 years while holding the car window.

"Little Mo, in fact, you can come back and settle down. Lucheng is no longer the Lucheng of the past. In the past, those residents either went to a better city or moved to a clean suburb. They didn't see each other for three or two years. No one remembers those things in the past." Tang Yun proposed to the elementary school girl beside her on the spur of the moment.

"Uncle Tang's hospital is doing very well. I've seen advertisements in Qingchuan, and now I think it was the right choice to leave Lucheng Hospital." Qian Mo deliberately ignored Tang Yun's proposal and pretended to change it inadvertently. some other topics.

"Xiao Mo, I'm home." Tang Yun woke up the drowsy Qian Mo, opened the rear door and pulled the suitcase out.

"Miss Tang, your cigarette fell on the bench in front of the tobacco shop." Pan Jinyan held the shopping bag with his fingers, and jumped in front of Tang Yun with deep kicks and shallow kicks.

"Thank you, Officer Pan." Tang Yun took the shopping bag and put it on top of Qian Mo's suitcase.

"Vine and tree, tree and vine, who is the vine, who is the tree, do you remember?" Pan Jinyan narrowed his eyes and asked Tang Yun.

"Not yet, but don't worry, I will contact you as soon as I think about it." Tang Yun gave the same answer as last time.

"Who is this lady?" Pan Jinyan's keen eyes circled around Qian Mo.

"I'm Qian Mo. You're the son of Uncle Pan Wannian, right? Your original name was Pan Beipo. You became a police officer?" Qian Mo's gaze stayed on Pan Jinyan's long and narrow eyes for a long time.

"You are Qian Mo?" Pan Jinyan was obviously a little surprised that Qian Mo could directly call his original name. "But Qian Mo, I was sent abroad when I was more than ten years old, and my name was changed long ago. How can you still recognize me?"

"If I remember correctly, your right leg is [-] centimeters longer than your left leg, and the slope is not obvious when you walk with the insole on, but when you are in a hurry, it goes up and down because of inertia; and your eyes, The ratio of length to width is five to one, and I measured it myself when I was young, and it is a ratio that ordinary people can't match." Qian Mo naughtily put his fingers sideways in front of Pan Jinyan's eyes to compare them, Tang Yun smiled and stood aside, instantly as if I saw Qian Mo's lively and innocent appearance when he was a student.

"I've convinced you, I still remember such small things." Pan Jinyan had nothing to do with Qian Mo, who was carefully listing the data.

"Pan Beipo, no, Police Officer Pan, you also received that anonymous letter." After laughing, Qian Mo put his hands in his pockets and asked Pan Jinyan solemnly.

"Yes, I got it." Pan Jinyan suddenly put away his smile when he heard the sound, and nodded.

"Gao Lengrui and Wei Yuheng should have also received the letter, and now the four of us are gathered together." Qian Mo lowered his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth, which was painted with light-colored lip gloss, raised a soft arc.