Wanderer

When Wen Hai regained consciousness, the sky was already bright.

With his eyes closed, he fumbled a few times and found the phone connected to the charging cable. After yawning, he stared at the screen with tears in his eyes. The four numbers starting with "13" forced his second yawn to be suppressed. go back.

Then he belatedly realized why he had woken up so late this time—he seemed to be lying in bed.

Usually, after working overtime all night for several nights and nights, he was so exhausted that he could at most support himself and throw himself on the sofa in the living room, and sometimes he just fell unconscious on the floor of the entrance, feeling cold and suffocated. After three or four hours of sleep, the sore and stiff muscles and joints all over his body will start to clamor silently, forcibly waking him up with cervical spondylosis and frozen shoulder, and then he will crawl back to bed and start a new life. Waking up after a round of sleep must be like running a full marathon of sleep.

This time it was a bit strange, he reached the finish line without a transfer station.

...And even remembered to take off the coat and the belt.

Wen Hai's messy thoughts fluttered and reluctantly returned to his place, and he supported his cerebellum while recalling for a while, and then suddenly remembered that there was still a Bai Yunqi at home.

"What did he tell me last night? The midterm exam?" Wen Hai's advanced function of "arithmetic" has not yet awakened, so he can only count with his fingers, "It's not the end of March, and it's time for the midterm exam." ?”

Oh, I'm graduating this early June...isn't it the mid-term exam.

It turns out that this child has lived in his own home for more than half a year, and he is due to move away to go to university in less than half a year. Although there are key universities in this city, according to Bai Yunqi's results, the goal should be [-] miles away from here. Kilometers away, there are a few legendary universities that can "brilliant ancestors and ancestors, smoke from ancestral graves".

Wen Hai couldn't tell what it was like, he shook his head lightly, lifted the quilt and got up to take a bath.

He thought there was no one at home, so he started to take off his clothes on the way to the bathroom, carrying a change of clothes with one hand, and unbuttoning his uniform shirt with the other, but when the last button was unbuttoned, he was caught off guard with Bai Yunqi There was a narrow meeting in the corridor between the study and the bathroom.

Bai Yunqi held a math exercise book in his hand, pretending to be calm and holding the doorknob of the study room, but his eyes couldn't stop glancing at Wen Hai's abdominal muscles and a scar that traversed the entire abdomen, tongue tied and said nonsense: "You, are you awake?"

"...Hmm." Everyone thought Wen Hai was male at first, even if his sexual orientation didn't seem so right, it's okay to "meet each other honestly" occasionally shirtless, but seeing Bai Yunqi's embarrassment, he also I couldn't help being "shy", and silently buttoned it up again, leaning against the wall in a relaxed manner, "Why didn't you go to class?"

"Yesterday...you seemed to have a low-grade fever. I...don't worry about you." Bai Yunqi stuttered his tongue, "So, I asked Teacher Wu for leave."

When people are extremely tired, they may lose their recent memory. Wen Hai, who was blank about most of the things last night, had no idea, followed Bai Yunqi's words on his face and said casually: "It's okay, it's just that I haven't slept for too long... ...how did I get back to bed last night?"

Bai Yunqi swallowed hard.

After Wen Hai fell into his arms last night, the floor was icy cold through a thin layer of jeans. Even if he had a lust, he was so cold that he had no courage. He couldn't hold the princess up, so he changed three Four postures, and then moved Wen Hai, who was still asleep no matter how much he tossed, back to the bed by carrying a sack.

Wen Hai sat on the bed with his head down, unsteadily refusing to fall down, Bai Yunqi had no choice but to push him, and said softly, "Brother Wen...you should lie down and sleep."

"Has the case been solved?" Wen Hai popped out without thinking, and raised his hand to grab Bai Yunqi's wrist, "The person has sent him away? Have the procedures been completed?"

"..." Bai Yunqi was stunned for a moment, and quickly replied in a flash of thought: "It's done, it's all done, you should rest first."

After ten seconds, Wen Hai nodded slowly, took off his shoes and socks, and slowly fell down following Bai Yunqi's strength—he never let go of his hand holding Bai Yunqi's wrist.

Therefore, Bai Yunqi had no choice but to lower his body and half squat beside the bed.

"Wen Hai..." Bai Yunqi called out tentatively, "Wen Hai."

The person lying on the bed remained motionless, frowning slightly, falling into an uneasy sleep.

Can you look at me.Bai Yunqi thought, take a look at me and see if I am qualified to like you, okay?

Wen Hai was still wearing a uniform shirt. This person worked overtime for three days, but the shirt button was still tightly buttoned on the top, and even the tie was neatly tied.Bai Yunqi didn't know how to remove his tie, so he squinted his eyes and studied the seemingly simple but practical button with the weak light from the window. He was too close, Wen Hai turned over and almost pressed his head into it. arms.

"..." Bai Yunqi, whose knees were about to go limp from the fright, stepped back tremblingly. After confirming that the person on the bed was fast asleep, he lay down again and continued wrestling with the tie. After nearly a minute of mental construction on the floor, I dared to reach out to the man's shirt collar again.

Unbuttoning the first three buttons, Bai Yunqi gasped again—the large area of ​​Wen Hai's skin below his collarbone was covered with burn scars, and there was a short but extremely dangerous scar lying next to his heart. , presumably the medical conditions for suturing at that time were at the level of a village health center, and the scar looked like a centipede, threatening to attack his vitals with its teeth and claws.

Bai Yunqi closed his eyes hard, and could almost hear the sound of blood vessels bursting in his ears.He untied Wen Hai's belt indiscriminately, his hands trembled uncontrollably, the person on the bed turned over again, and mumbled "Run".

The belt buckle landed with a soft "click", and Bai Yunqi stood up suddenly, almost fleeing in a hurry.

Even if nothing happened that shouldn't have happened, Bai Yunqi still couldn't help feeling guilty, and coughed dryly: "It's nothing, I carried you over... You had a little cough last night, and I'm worried that you have a high fever again... Do you have a headache now?"

Wen Hai was embarrassed to delve into the question when he turned his back on the guest, so he scrambled to answer: "I'm fine... Hey, what did you have for lunch?"

“Tomato and egg noodles.”

"Can you get me a bowl too?" Wen Hai pinched the corners of his eyes, feeling drowsiness and a sign of a comeback, "I'll take a shower first."

Bai Yunqi heaved a sigh of relief, nodded hastily, threw the exercise book on the shelf beside him, and slipped into the kitchen along the wall with his head down.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Wen Hai finally retrieved half his life.He hasn't shaved for four days, and there are continuous pieces of stubble growing on his chin. With his thin cheekbones and white hair on the sideburns, he is a little more decadent than usual. When he closes his eyes and rests at the table, he looks a bit like a young artist with a beard.

"Master," Bai Yunqi brought the noodles in front of him, "Master Wen, wake up, it's time to eat noodles."

Uncle Wen couldn't hear, and Uncle Wen fell asleep again.

The man didn't respond after calling him a few times. As a last resort, Bai Yunqi patted Wen Hai's shoulder lightly, and brushed the material of the home clothes with his palm, as if he had touched a raised scar.

Wen Hai shuddered, Dameng took a deep breath when he first woke up, looked around blankly, propped his head and said angrily: "Did I fall asleep again?"

Bai Yunqi said nonsense: "Well, it's dawn the next day."

"..." Wen Hai almost believed it, yawned forcefully, and lowered his head to deal with the fragrant but colorless noodle soup.

Bai Yunqi moves nimbly when helping others in the kitchen, and he can be called a first-class "learned handyman" in a restaurant, but as he himself said, his cooking skills can only be described as "so-so" and "full after eating". Fortunately, Wen Hai is someone who knows how to cook but can't taste. If he has a stutter, he is satisfied, and he is not picky about the taste at all.

After stuffing a serious meal into his stomach, Wen Hai regained the remaining half of his life from his lethargy. It just so happened that Chai Fanwen sent a text message saying that their criminal investigation team had collectively logged on to the official WeChat account of the provincial department this time. The popular headlines on Bo, and several popular police official accounts on WeChat also pushed relevant reports about this case. When he woke up, he went to check it out and like it. He also said that reporters from several newspapers and magazines would come to interview him. , Captain Fang wanted to arrange for him to pick one up.

Wen Hai basically doesn’t use social software, and the only WeChat is what Bai Tong’an and Xin Xin forced him to use. There are only six contacts on it, including his parents and Qi Jun——there’s one who’s even better at lying dead than him. Bai Yunqi didn't pay attention to any official account, and replied a text message to decline the interview, and was going to wash the pot and wash the dishes before going to catch up on sleep.

Before picking up the empty bowl, the winking Bai Yunqi immediately put down the phone and said, "I'll wash it!"

"Go do your homework!" Wen Hai had already started to feel "starved", and his stance of refusal was not firm, "Don't... hey..."

The battlefield is lost, and the hands are empty... This man is really getting more and more rude to himself.

After dismissing Wen Hai whose eyelids had started to twitch while speaking, Bai Yunqi slid his phone away while packing up the dishes.

The page opened by the phone was the official account of the city’s daily newspaper. The headline on the front page of the day was “Hundreds of people sent messages spontaneously, tens of thousands forwarded their condolences, and family members expressed their gratitude.”

In the news, under the sentence "After dozens of hours of hard work by the criminal investigation team of our city bureau, the criminal suspect has been arrested and brought to justice", there is a snapshot of the accompanying reporter, which was taken in the large public office of the criminal investigation team. Yes, watching the actions of the crowd should be a screenshot of the surveillance video being analyzed during a meeting.The light, shadow and framing of the photos are just right. Just the few bearded faces, the messy documents, and the few wisps of morning light coming in from the window make people feel the tension of the atmosphere. The seriousness and the exhaustion of the detectives after a long night.

It's a pity that there is no Wen Hai in that photo.

"Under the command of the captain of the criminal investigation team, Fang Menghao, the vice-captains Wen Hai, Chai Fanwen and other criminal investigation team officers analyzed and checked the surveillance videos of various street entrances..."

The whole article only left traces of those two words, and Bai Yunqi searched and searched again and again, but there were only those nineteen strokes, which outlined the tired figure of last night in his heart stroke by stroke.

There is also a column in that official account, which pushes a few photographic pictures every day. Today’s push is a piece of rose petals scattered on the snow. The whole picture is only red and white, which is tragic and mournful. There was a hint of ominousness, but there was a beautiful handwriting under the photo:

"Seeing him, she became very low, low into the dust. But she was happy in her heart, and flowers bloomed from the dust." [1]

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[1] From Hu Lancheng's "This Life and This World", which is said to have been written by Eileen Chang.