Wanderer

Summer comes and goes and cold comes, cold goes and summer arrives, and it will be the beginning of summer again in a blink of an eye.

Speaking of it, whether the word "life" is taken apart or put together, it is a story with twists and turns that can tell a lifetime.What is born is a ball of fresh meat wrapped in dirty blood and amniotic fluid, and grows and grows into a "human", who is well-clothed, hungry and cold, born beautiful, and can't bear to look at , the little princess can become a fat and round "fat woman", but the ugly duckling has become a "goddess" who is charming to everyone. The one that stands out from the crowd” ended the period of bone development early.

In high school, a school bully girl with a white-washed school uniform and a ponytail now claims to not wear trousers all year round, her hair is cut into neat short hair, and she holds a lady's cigarette, saying righteously: " I'm getting ready for the exam."

For addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division with more than three digits, you have to ask for help from a calculator. On the math answer sheet, there is a stick that says "a piece of white land is so clean". Response: "Examination, what do you want to test, let's study for a lifetime, I will support you."

The quasi-female doctor suddenly exploded: "Which one wants you to raise me?!"

"Okay, okay, you support me, you support me..."

Sitting on the opposite side alone eating skewers of Bai Yunqi, I don’t know why today’s wind is a bit noisy.

After Sun Miao and Liu Xinyu finished fighting, they turned around and asked Bai Yunqi: "Do you know if I can be admitted to Professor Hu's doctoral student, who is the senior sister?"

Bai Yunqi said calmly, "Fang Hui."

"Damn it!" Sun Miao raised her eyebrows, "You know about our goddess resigning to pursue a Ph.D.?!"

"I don't know." Bai Yunqi spread his hands, "But if you ask me to guess, it means that we both know each other. Do I expect Liu or Mr. Ke to study string theory?"

Sun Miao stuck out her tongue at him and said, "Goddess Fang is a blockbuster if she doesn't make a show. When she showed me the admission notice last year, I thought she was crazy and made a fake certificate."

"You know that others are crazy and don't persuade them to treat them. Instead, you should be encouraged to jump into the madhouse." Bai Yunqi smiled, "You're crazier than the average asshole out walking around on the streets."

Liu Xinyu pushed down his glasses, "Now you can go to a spiritual world with Mr. Ke to communicate, and you can speak like birds and birds at every turn."

"How is he?"

After the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding, Liu Xinyu sighed.

According to Ke Likai's character design, it was always supposed to be a romantic and unlucky rich man meeting an infatuated Cinderella. Unexpectedly, their good Mr. Ke took the female lead script, and the plot changed suddenly. As soon as "Wang Baochuan" came out, it's a pity that this time Xue Pinggui paid his wages early and left the stage. This play became "A Wisp of Hemp" as he sang. Nothing went wrong this time. "Master Qian" looks like I was able to get the bento on time - fortunately, I haven't received it yet.

Bai Yunqi: "It's been a year since I've been back to China, and we haven't seen each other a few times. His cell phone is not in the service area. Where did this guy go?"

"Uh... He sent a voice message to Liu from a carnival in some South American country two months ago. The noise was too loud and I couldn't hear what he said." Sun Miao bit the tip of her chopsticks, "But I listen to him Mom said he was going back to China in a few days."

Liu Xinyu was startled: "Grandma, how do you know Mr. Ke's queen mother?"

"What the hell are Queen Mother Ke and Goddess Fang... from the Reading and Poetry Club... er, book friends." Sun Miao considered her words, "Anyway, after a conversation between a group of inexplicable women, I added Queen Mother Ke's Friends on WeChat, I saw that she posted a picture of Sui Yuejing a few days ago, with the words "Wanderer returns...it should be Mr. Ke?"

"Six degrees of separation." Bai Yunqi sighed, "I have seen it."

When Arpanet was just born in the 20th century, someone put forward the theory that a person can know any stranger through at most six people. Modern people can live forever by weaving their lives into endless Internet data streams. It will not only make people feel that there are thousands of strange flowers in the world, and each flower is more strange than the other, but also make people feel that the strange flowers are blooming elsewhere. The online "small circle" is no longer a circle, but has become the whole world. the norm of the world.

Wen Hai and Chai Fanwen were the organizers of an online organization similar to a "cult organization" of a "Youth Mutual Aid Association". The 19-year-old boy was dressed as if he crawled out of the refrigerator of the funeral home just now, with a gloomy expression and naked/ Lu's forearm was wrapped with circles of yellowing bandages - despite this shabby outfit, this is also a character who can call a dozen or twenty high school students to meet to commit suicide by jumping off a building.

"Let's talk about it." Chai Fanwen was not in a hurry, and tapped the gel pen on the table twice, "If you have the guts to kick someone's child downstairs, don't you dare to preach to me now?"

The boy said coldly: "I was helping them out."

"What is liberation? Are you the reincarnation of the living Buddha or the Guanyin descending to earth, ready to save all living beings from suffering?"

"You don't understand at all!" The boy said with anger, "How can people like you who only know how to eat and wait to die understand our pain?! Do you fucking understand what despair is?! They all Want to die! I'm helping them!"

"..." Vice-team Chai, who had normal business intelligence and good mental health, was speechless after being slapped in the face by Two Hundred and Five.

Wen Hai, who was listening, pinched the bridge of his nose, showed a kind smile that was just waiting to die, and said, "Shiba Gou, go play with the frisbee by yourself, I'll talk to him... get lost!"

With a frisbee in his mouth... Chai Fanwen, who was holding a material document, rubbed Wen Hai's hair, and fled as if he had been amnesty. He wrote something on the confession record, wrote five or six sheets in a row, pushed the things in front of the boy, and said, "Sign it."

The boy was confused: "What is this?"

"I made up the confession." Wen Hai said, "Anyway, I don't think you can find anything useful if you ask. Since the evidence has been conclusive, this thing is not very useful. Let's let each other go."

"..." The boy went to the police station a few times before because of mobbing and picking quarrels, and the city branch also visited it once. Most of the policemen who came to deal with the incident had the heart of a saint, and they had never met Wen Hai. Where do you love to die?" Zhuer couldn't help being "respectful" and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will complain to you?"

Wen Hai glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and continued to look at the file of another case in his hand, "Since you are ready to die, don't care about me, a mortal who is ready to eat and die."

The boy flipped through the confession record, and laughed: "I regret my behavior of helping other teenagers commit suicide... Oh, so I have already realized the sanctity of life... Hahahaha..."

"It's kind of funny." Wen Hai spread his hands, "There's no way, your incident is a bit big, the media prefers the plot of repentance rather than promoting an anti-social, I'm also very busy here, don't add extra It's a lot of work."

The boy asked: "Where is the sanctity of life? Isn't it just a mass of rotten flesh born by inserting/going in and shooting a cannon?"

"The right to life is inviolable. You can trace it back to the natural law of ancient Greece. It was about Socrates and Plato. If you are still alive, go to the library to find a book." Wen Hai propped his head and said casually. Said, "You are right, those who live must die, and those who are damned cannot live. The concept of 'human life is at stake' may be just a false phrase used by living people to protect themselves, let alone the one you brought to jump off the building. Only two of the children died, that is, all of them died. According to the current news update speed, in less than three months, apart from being used as a research case in academic journals, there will be traces of this matter, and no one will deliberately bring it up. .”

The boy thinks so: "Human beings are born with short-sighted optimism, can quickly forget past misfortunes, and dream that the future will get better and better. In fact, there is nothing new under the sun, and misfortunes will still happen again. All life Among those who are desperate, they don't know it."

"Unfortunate? What misfortune do they have when you die? They just don't care about you at all." Wen Hai said, "Do you still feel that you are a special character, and after you die, you can still make your 'similar' worship you?" , the media reported your story, saying that you are a lonely and free soul..."

"You fucking..." The boy wanted to stand up emotionally, but was tripped by the chair.

Wen Hai's expression remained unchanged: "Child, it's impossible. I glanced at your file. Except for a little money at home, you are an extremely mediocre layman. You thought the death of you and those children would cause a sensation, no? Is it precisely because you value life yourself?"

A broken cry erupted outside the door, Wen Hai frowned, got up and asked through the door: "What's going on?"

"The parents of the deceased have come to make trouble." Xiaoyue whispered to the crack of the door, "Team Wen, look at the one inside, I think some of the parents seem to have got a guy."

Wen Hai frowned, and said: "You and Yafei come in, I'll ask Xiaofeng to come and accompany me, Tang Qing and Deputy Chai will deal with it, don't hurt our people."

After finishing speaking, he walked back to the table, grabbed back the confession record he made up, and said impatiently: "Now tell you why the living people say 'life is at stake', if not everyone is saying Human life is at stake, I can throw you out now and let those parents chop you up alive."

He pointed to the door, "I'll tell you a way to look a little promising. Be polite to the girl who will come in to take your notes later. The little girl just got married and lived a happy life. She is holding her nose to deal with your situation." Break the matter, there is a grievance and a debtor, don't bite people just after you catch them."

When he walked to the door, the boy suddenly said, "Then...how many of those people died?"

"Huh?" Wen Hai turned his head, "One died on the spot, the other was seriously injured and was not revived, and there is another one who is being rescued. Now there are more than a dozen parents sitting in my office who are going to tear you up. Later, on the way to the detention center Ask yourself to be blessed."

"Police officer." The boy paused, the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth suddenly collapsed, and he asked tremblingly, "Have you... thought about how you will die?"

"Those who really want to die just want to die. It doesn't matter how you die." Wen Hai said indifferently, "You have time to think about how to die, why don't you think about how you are living now."

After appeasing the parents of more than a dozen victims, the moon was about to rise to the center again. Wen Hai tidied up the mess exhaustedly, greeted a few comrades who had to be on night shift, yawned and walked out of the city bureau At the gate, I saw a silver-gray SUV parked by the side of the road.

His previous off-road vehicle had also been driven for more than ten years. At the beginning of this year, the turning mountain road bumped into a small mountain village with ice slag on the ground. After coming out, the chassis began to have problems. Cold wind, the original parts from the auto repair shop have not arrived yet, and the engine has suffered from "asthma". They simply threw the car in the second-hand market and sold it for a moderate price. The two bought a more business model SUV——yes, Comrade Bai Yunqi, whose income dropped out of Wenhai Wujie Street, also paid for it this time, and the Municipal Bureau finally replaced the Poussins of the criminal investigation team with small jeeps, so this new car has no working hours. Almost all Baiyun flags are open.

Putting down the plan in his hand, Bai Yunqi rubbed his eyes and asked, "So many people came out of the door just now, what happened?"

Wen Hai let out a long sigh as he sat in the co-pilot, "There is a kid who organized a group of rambunctious kids to commit suicide... Let's watch the news tomorrow, when the report comes out, there will be a bunch of chores to deal with aftermath."

Bai Yunqi leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips, "Have you eaten yet?"

Wen Hai sighed: "Would you be hungry enough to eat?"

"...I have yet to develop this function." Bai Yunqi sat back and fastened his seat belt. "There are sandwiches in the plastic bag in the back seat of the car. If you are hungry, you should fill it up first."

Wen Hai turned around to grab the plastic bag, just as Bai Yunqi's mobile phone "buzzed" on the car rack between the two of them, and the pre-read content of a text message fell into his eyes unsuspectingly:

"Have you received the item from Chairman Bai?"

Bai Yunqi, who didn’t hear the vibration, was concentrating on counting the seconds of the red light. He has this inexplicable hobby, always remembering the countdown seconds of the traffic lights he encountered along the way, and the time between one traffic light and the next. For the time required for different speeds, Wen Hai once suspected that this person was planning to build a model in his mind so as to reduce the time wasted waiting for red lights in the rest of his life.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the corner of the document bag exposed in Bai Yunqi's briefcase, Wen Hai was chewing a sandwich as if nothing had happened, and asked, "Is there no trouble at work recently?"

"It's a bit troublesome, but it's not about work." Bai Yunqi raised his eyebrows, and looked at Wen Hai obediently, "If I can't handle it by myself, can you help me beat someone up? "

Wen Hai crumpled up the wrapping paper of the sandwich and pinched it in his hand, didn't answer, just nodded.

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I am very sorry to ask for leave until this Saturday (it will be updated at [-]pm on Saturday night), but there is really nothing I can do.