Xiao Lang Jing

Ruan Honggang is sitting in front of the computer playing mobile games. He is in charge of network information. The whole country is on a long holiday. The whole world looks for their parents, but he himself is very peaceful.Coupled with the fact that Zhao Mengren, who always loves to catch him on patrol, is not in the office, he has been more like a duck these days. As long as he has no business, he will crazily fish with his feet up, so Zhao Meng suddenly opened the door and appeared unexpectedly. On the spot in the duty room, Ruan Honggang couldn't control his heart trembling and his hands trembling. The mobile phone fell freely and knocked on the table leg, scrapping a piece of tempered glass film.

Zhao Meng almost scared him to death.As soon as he entered the door, he came straight towards Ruan Honggang, pulled up the stool and sat down without saying a word, and asked him if he knew any department in the city where he could look up past newspaper records in the information database. Can be accurate to the date, the kind with a high-definition format scan.

Ruan Hong just thought about it, and there really is.He packed his mobile phone, turned on the computer, and directly logged into the electronic system of the Municipal Archives as a police officer. The pictures and files of the past ten years can be checked on them. If they are older, he can issue a letter of introduction and go directly to the archives to ask for a commissioner. Get the real thing.

He didn't know what Zhao Meng was going to do through that channel all of a sudden, and he hadn't heard of any major cases that needed to be investigated recently. He just stood up from his seat, let Zhao Meng operate the computer, and stood by himself. Looking aside curiously.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Meng typed his own name in the search bar.Ruan Honggang raised his eyebrows, it was too strange to search for himself in the file.

What Zhao Meng searched for was the news report that after he made meritorious service in the 11.4 case, the leader of the Municipal Criminal Police Corps visited him in the hospital and awarded him third-class merit.He remembered that the reporter from the newspaper took a picture of everyone in the ward, except for a few leaders and himself, as well as the gifts that the leaders gave to the rescued students.

Back then, Zhao Meng rescued more than a dozen students from the flooded culvert in Luojia Mountain. Those students were all art students in the art examination class of the No. [-] Middle School in the city. Awarded a commendation.Of course, it is impossible for art students to order directly from Taobao to buy a pennant. It is a small work drawn by each student individually, with each student's signature on it, and a very pop-style portrait of Zhao Meng. .The reporter who was in charge of the interview thought the painting was very interesting and eye-catching. When taking pictures, Zhao Meng and several leaders were specially asked to hold the painting in their hands and put it at the front of the screen.

Zhao Meng pulled out the clearest picture file he could find, stared at it for a long time as if his face was going to be buried in the screen, then suddenly straightened up, and covered the picture with his hands in front of the bewildered Ruan Honggang. The whole face, smiling.

He didn't know whether to cry or laugh, but when Zhao Meng's hand was lowered a little, Ruan Honggang had the illusion that he caught a glimpse of a bright flash in Zhao Meng's eyes.

"Have you stayed in Lu General Hospital?" He suddenly asked Ruan Honggang.

That's a very strange question. Although the Lu General Hospital is also a top three key hospital in the city, on the other side of the provincial capital, the authoritative department is still the department of orthopedics. For example, they live near Hepingqiao West, and they just have a common headache and brain fever. A minor illness, who is fine to run there.

Ruan Honggang shook his head.

"I lived there. After I was shot, I lived there at public expense. I lived here for a month or so just after waking up from a coma and remembering it."

Zhao Meng wiped his eyes.He stared at the photo on the screen, a gentle arc emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"What impressed me the most is the box lunch in the hospital ward. Every day, someone will deliver it to your room at a fixed point. If you are taken for an examination and you are away, they will put it on the bedside for you. Not only will there be food, but also milk, fruit after meals, and sometimes a few small snacks. Up to now, I can’t even remember what I ate at that time, but I remember that the apple that the hospital gave was very delicious, and it was produced in Yanshan. , with a gold label on them, each one is big, sweet and plump, and crispy when you take a bite, you can’t fault it.”

Ruan Honggang almost drooled.But immediately felt something was wrong again.

"Do you still like to give apples to the hospital's box lunch?"

It’s really not that he’s a disappointment. His father-in-law has high blood pressure and diabetes. I said that fruit delivery, not to mention milk and snacks, can they still be treated like this now that they are hospitalized at public expense?Didn't we agree to purify the cadre team and eliminate unhealthy tendencies?

Zhao Meng glanced at him.

"Do you think the hospital usually sends it?"

Ruan Honggang wrinkled his face together.

"Here, don't give it away..."

Zhao Meng laughed out loud after hearing his words.He smiled and nodded, resting one hand on one side of his forehead.

"Yes, I won't give it away." He replied, "Did you fucking say I'm a ****? Why didn't I think of it at the time, so I can't know..."

The welfare of the ghost hospital is good, and the mentality of the patients next door is good. They are all wrong. From the beginning to the end, he is just a young man, a young man who has lost his mind and didn't even notice the existence of the other party. He is silently caring He is just protecting him.

Zhao Meng remembered that Song Xincheng once told him that at the foot of Luojia Mountain, the moment he was carried into the ambulance covered in blood was seen by the boy. At that moment, the boy thought he was dead.When he first heard the story, he was only shocked, but lacked a real feeling.Until now, those sharp, sore pains appeared in his body out of nowhere, like a ball of gas that was continuously fermenting and expanding from the inside, screaming from the internal organs, joints, and the cavity of every bone Squeeze out.

Song Qiran always said that it was Zhao Meng who taught him what kind of emotion love is.But he didn't know that it was too late for Zhao Meng to appear in that position. He was such a bastard that he could be ten years late.

As if to reconfirm something, Zhao Meng sniffed, and under Ruan Honggang's inexplicable scrutiny, he printed out the photo on the computer with the office machine.

After that, he took that photo to a place, He Miao's home.

He Miao was the only boy among the few students he rescued back then. During the National Day, he returned to his parents' house in the provincial capital from other places.The last time Zhao Meng met him face to face was two years ago. Two years have passed. The young man's hair has grown and he has gained some weight, but he is still in good spirits. Xu is resting well at home. He opened the door to see Zhao Meng. He didn't look outside at all, but his eyes lit up, and he was warmly and heartily invited him into the house.

Zhao Meng went to him for help.He vaguely remembered that after he was discharged from the hospital, he was invited to a very formal thank-you banquet by the group of students and their parents.During the dinner, He Miao once told him about the painting, saying that it was drawn by the whole class, carrying everyone's heart, and hoped that Zhao Meng would like it.He also talked about the creativity and drawing ideas of the whole painting, and talked about the several versions that he went through from discussing the plan with several people to revising and finalizing the final draft.The pair that was finally sent to Zhao Meng was actually a version that everyone voted for.He is an art student, and he has the habit of taking photos and recording the creation process of his works. He took a digital camera and showed Zhao Meng several final versions of the work that day.Today, Zhao Meng came to ask him for those photos.

He Miao was taken aback.That was already ten years ago. Ten years ago, the cameras of mobile phones were generally only a few megapixels, and a card camera had to be used to take pictures. The hard disk of the computer was not large enough, and important files had to be stored in a separate mobile hard disk. .The request made by Zhao Meng was really abrupt. He frowned and thought for a long time, then went back to his room to look for the graduation address book, and tried to call several high school classmates. When he came back, he had a piece of paper in his hand. I scribbled down a string of email account numbers and passwords.

"A female classmate in the class posted the pictures we drew during that time to the photo album on Xiaonei. The website is not dead yet. She told me to log in with her account and try, maybe I can still find it."

Zhao Meng didn't know Xiaonei, nor did he know whether a website would still store photos that had lasted more than ten years in the server. He Miao tried to log in to a classmate's account.

The account is logged in.

It was an abandoned account that hadn't been logged in or updated since six years ago. He Miao found the folder called "Xiao Man's Work Collection" in a large list of albums.The photos inside are very mixed. From plaster sketches to still life oil paintings, there are photos of every homework and finished painting. It took him more than ten minutes to search for them, and finally he found them on two similar dates and uploaded them twice. Different versions of Zhao Meng's painting.

The painting was placed flat outdoors on a flat ground, and the sunlight extended the outline of the photographer's shadow on it, becoming a part of the pattern.

He Miao also looked at those photos with Zhao Meng, and the memories of the past flooded back, which made him feel mixed.

Zhao Meng took out the report picture in the newspaper and compared it with the picture on the screen. He was obviously looking for something. He Miao noticed it, but he didn't dare to ask.This is not the first time he has heard a strange request from Zhao Meng.He still remembered the most recent time, just a few months ago, Zhao Meng found him and asked him about a classmate.

Until now, He Miao is still unable to unravel the doubts left by that conversation at that time.

Zhao Meng asked what Song Qiran was going to do?

He couldn't figure it out, but it was inconvenient to pry into other people's privacy, but it was equally embarrassing to just sit quietly, so he followed Zhao Meng's eyes, looked at the photo and the screen like him, trying to find Zhao Meng compared the two. meaning of the picture.

He found one thing.

A thing so small that it is almost negligible.

But his eyes suddenly widened the moment he realized that.It's been ten years, why has he never looked at those photos carefully!At that time, after they finished painting, they entrusted the painting to the leader who went to the hospital to commend Zhao Meng and handed it over to Zhao Meng. It was only now that He Miao found out that the painting in Zhao Meng's hand in the news report was the same as the day they were finally finished. The finished product that you took a photo as a souvenir is different!

If it is different, there is only the slightest difference. The difference is very wonderful, but also weird——On the painting that Zhao Mengna took a picture in his hand, there is an extra one near the right chest of Zhao Meng's portrait. Stick figure heart.

The painting was drawn by all the students together. Every line and color block is the result of discussion. He Miao has no memory of that heart at all.He went through the names of all the people who participated in the creation in his mind, and found that he had missed one person.

On the day of the 11.4 accident, Song Qiran was the only one who did not participate in the sketching activity.

An invisible thread ran through my mind, connecting all the clues.He Miao shuddered.

He turned his head to look at Zhao Meng in an instant, and found that the latter, like himself, was staring at the position of the heart on the screen. There was a huge amount of emotion hidden in Zhao Meng's expression, like a violent storm, but it was silent.He didn't speak, and even if he just sat like that, he exuded a moving aura.

He Miao heard the sound of herself getting stuck.

"Brother...you and Song Qiran...you two, do you know each other?"

That sentence brought Zhao Meng back to his senses.He still remembered the hostility in and out of words when he talked about Song Qiran with He Miao last time.Zhao Meng didn't answer right away, but looked at He Miao calmly.

"Do you really dislike him?" he asked.

He Miao choked.He never thought that he would hear that sentence from Zhao Meng one day.

"If that's the case, I'll apologize for him, okay?"

He didn't ask any more questions.

That day, despite the kindness of He's father and mother to stay, Zhao Meng still didn't stay for dinner. He told the two old people that there were still people waiting at home, so he had to rush home, cook for two, and then eat together.

He went out, and when everyone was about to turn down the stairs and disappear, He Miao chased him out.He called out "Brother...!" behind Zhao Meng, with a difficult expression on his face, but finally walked to Zhao Meng's side and handed a piece of cardboard to Zhao Meng.

It was something he picked out from the photo album in the bookcase. It was taken long before the tragedy of 11.4, when all the students in the art test class were still alive and getting along well. Set of photo stickers.At that time, many sheets were printed, and everyone had a copy.

He kept the rest in his hand, and gave Zhao Meng some of Song Qiran's.

He didn't say the reason, and Zhao Meng didn't ask, but just said thank you sincerely.

Song Qiran in the photo looks like a young man through and through, as if he doesn't know what sorrow is, posing flowers or love gestures to the camera, and smiling very warmly.That was the appearance that was lost by Song Qiran in the years that Zhao Meng didn't know, he had completely missed them.

He couldn't imagine what kind of mood that boy was in when he followed him secretly, sang songs for him, delivered meals to him, quietly and secretly painted on the paintings that no one had notified him to participate in. Had a heart.

When he entered the door that day, Zhao Meng hugged Song Qiran with all his strength.Song Qiran, who suddenly ran into his embrace, let out a sudden cry, but Zhao Meng didn't let go.He carried Song Qiran on his shoulders, and carried him back and forth in circles around the room, while the person on his back was laughing and knocking on his spine, yelling to put me down quickly.

Song Qiran thought it was just Zhao Meng's whim.He hung on Zhao Meng's body, and couldn't see the man's expression. He didn't know that Zhao Meng had almost used all his restraint at this moment, so he didn't say everything on the spot.

The man behind his back has countless words to say to him, thank you for your apple, thank you for your heart, thank you for liking me once, from the past to now, you have only liked me.