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There wasn't much rain in Yufang City, the city was shrouded in the dampness of winter, and the sky in the morning was light blue and hazy.It was drizzling on the eaves, and the flower shop had only been open for a few minutes, and before all the dew-stained bouquets were displayed, someone came to buy flowers.

The boss looked back and saw that he was an acquaintance.

"Yo, team Ting!" The boss greeted the guests with a smile, "Are you just off work?"

It is true that Jue Ting just got off work and had an overnight meeting with the anti-drug brigade. Huayuan has left a sales line in Yufang City. According to the list provided by Agni, there are still many drug dealers who will also be arrested.He was quite tired at the moment, and he didn't open an umbrella. Standing in the light rain, he smiled at the florist and nodded.

The flower shop is just opposite the City Bureau, but there are not many policemen who come to buy flowers every day. In fact, Jue Ting is the first one.The florist asked: "Is it still the same as usual?"

Jue Ting nodded without changing his smile.

A full-blooming champagne rose was picked out of the barrel. The boss was very considerate and chose plain paper with fine glitter to wrap it.Jue Ting stood by the door and watched, with a calm expression.

Buying a flower before going home every day, always champagne roses, this is his habit from the beginning.When he was in college, his roommate thought he was in a relationship, but later found out that he really bought it and put it in an empty mineral water bottle.No one knew why, so he just smiled and didn't answer when asked.

"You've worked too hard," the flower shop owner said when he was handing the flowers to Jue Ting, "It doesn't matter if your body is broken."

Jue Ting took the flowers and expressed his thanks.He was about to cross the street to drive, but he turned around and saw a man standing across the street.

The man had obviously been watching him for a long time, and when he saw him looking over, he raised his umbrella slightly.

The light-colored cloth faces up, revealing a small white chin and long hair falling around the neck.The rain blurred his vision, but Jue Ting knew who it was.

The girl stood quietly under the umbrella and looked at him, slightly tilting her head.

There are streets and rain between them, but it is more than that, there are still 13 years to go.Jue Ting walked over, and all of a sudden, the memories of the youth rolled in.

The girl raised the umbrella to cover him under it, then raised her chin to look at him.

She was wearing a light-colored coat, with good-looking features and fair skin. She was gentle with a bit of academic taste, and she didn't resemble Jue Ting's temperament. The youthfulness of 13 years ago has disappeared, and the soft eyes are blocked by the pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the handsome nose, which seems to be completely different.

Drops of water from the tips of her hair slid across her forehead and onto her eyelashes.Jue Ting blinked, broke the silence, and said, "You're back."

It was very difficult for him to say these four words. In this cramped space, he did not immediately call out the name of the person in front of him.The girl noticed and watched him quietly, like a kind of oppression.

Jue Ting looked at her, slipped his Adam's apple a few times, and finally said, "Dongxue."

Dong Xue let go of her tightly pursed lips, said "um", and said softly, "I just arrived yesterday."

Jue Ting asked, "From abroad?"

The umbrella shook slightly, and Dongxue nodded.

The question was very vulgar, but Jue Ting didn't hold back, and said, "How have you been... all these years?"

Dongxue's breathing became heavier, and then her eyes suddenly turned red, she looked away, looked at the rain outside the umbrella, and remained silent for a long time.

Finally she said: "It didn't start well."

The wind pushed the rain, and Jue Ting asked in a low voice, "What about now?"

Dongxue was still red-eyed, and said with a sigh: "It's not bad. How about you?"

She is more honest than before, because she refuses to hide behind stubbornness and misunderstanding, and Jue Ting understands her change.They are the same age, they are both over 30 years old, and they will no longer toss or guess each other like they were in their teens. Jue Ting also smiled and said, "Me too."

The day they parted was also in winter, but the sky was clear, and they both thought they could see each other clearly.Actually no, many words were not said, the boy's self-esteem was very strong, so in the end he still didn't speak, and he didn't give the girl what she wanted.

"You are too timid, Jue Ting." Before being pulled into the car by her father, 17-year-old Dongxue suddenly turned her head and said with tears, "You don't even want to tell me the truth."

She had never been soft-spoken, but she was different that day.Jue Ting stood by the side of the road, wrinkled the cuffs of his school uniform, and when he looked up, he saw not only the girl he liked, but also her father.That is a person from another class, unlike him, he has neither the qualifications nor the strength to contend with it.So he didn't say anything, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare.

Dongxue stood by the car door, crying in the hopeless silence.She then pushed her father, who was coming to grab her home, and opened the car door herself.

There was a strong smell of perfume coming from the luxurious car, which was completely different from the smell of washing powder on the boy.Dongxue stood on the dividing line, didn't look at Jue Ting, and said in a very soft voice: "I'm leaving, Jue Ting... I will never come back after I leave."

Since then, until this moment, they have not seen each other again.

"But I'm still back." The tears in Dongxue's eyes gradually faded, she smiled, and she was still so peaceful when she spoke, "I went to the school just now, and I want to visit the flower shop again."

Turning the corner of the street is the high school where the two used to be, and it has become one of the city's key points a few years ago.The flower shop is also an old place. Back then, Dong Xue liked yellow roses, so he went to buy them. The shop was gone. He didn't give up, and picked a champagne rose with a similar color.

"Yufang City has changed a lot," Dongxue said with a sigh, "I didn't expect this street to remain the same."

Jue Ting's hand holding the flower was hanging by his side, Dongxue saw it, and raised her hand gently, revealing her soft palm.Jue Ting understood and handed her the rose.

The fragrance is so fragrant, Dongxue slightly closed his eyes in the rose fragrance.Jue Ting stood in front of her, wearing an old jacket, with a very faint smell of cigarettes on him.When Dongxue raised her head, the eyes of the two met, both with depth and tenderness.

She saw the change in Jue Ting. The Qinglie boy used gentleness to hide his sad past. In a sense, the two of them are very similar now.

Dongxue asked: "What are you doing now?"

Jue Ting pointed in the direction of the City Bureau and said, "Police."

"Congratulations," Dongxue raised the corners of her lips, "you have fulfilled your dream."

"Thank you." Jue Ting curled up his fingertips in the wind and rain, and asked, "What about you? Are you..."

Dongxue waited for him to speak.

When Jue Ting lowered his eyes, his face was very handsome. He paused for a while and asked, "Are you working at home?"

Dongxue stared at him and said, "Not here."

She raised her hands to keep her long hair away from her ears, and it was a little inconvenient because she was still pinching the rose. When she lowered her head, her chin rubbed against the beige scarf. Her long eyelashes looked very soft and looked extra soft.But behind this lies a stubbornness that others can't understand. At the beginning, Dongxue's father sent her to go abroad separately. Now that she is back, she is still the daughter of the richest man in Yuefang City, but she will not stay with her father.

She used this to prove to Jue Ting that his infirmity and giving up at the beginning were nothing but ridiculous behaviors of extreme irony.

"I became a teacher," she said to Jue Ting, "in our school."

Jue Ting calmly adjusted his disordered breathing and said, "That's fine...if that's what you really want to do."

"Yeah." Tiny water droplets covered the rose petals, Dongxue handed the flowers back to Jue Ting, and after a long silence, said: "Goodbye, Jue Ting."

Jue Ting held the flower stalk protruding from the paper, and the thorn of the champagne rose pricked his fingertips.Dongxue took a step back, removed the umbrella, turned and left.

Something was stuck in his chest, and when the rain smeared Dongxue's back again, Jue Ting wanted to stop him.But the phone rang suddenly, Jue Ting glanced at it, it was Tan Yanxiao's call.

He picked it up and got the order from Bureau Tan to investigate the river channel of Qihe Village, and he wanted to continue to maintain Xiao Guo's identity and life trajectory as a bartender in Yufang City.Being able to reverse track at this time is also a major breakthrough. Jue Ting just got off work, and he had to go back to make deployment immediately.He walked towards the courtyard of the Municipal Bureau, and turned his head when he was at the door.

Dongxue looked at him with an umbrella at the corner of the street, and the two of them met each other through the rain, then turned and left.

***

Mr. Chen arrived at Zhongliangzhai in the afternoon, and Teng Cuo came out of the laboratory and went to pick him up in front of the yard.Only one car came back. Chen Liang's body was wrapped in a blood-stained white cloth and was carried out of the car. Teng took a wrong look and knew what was going on.

Last night, Yiwei's hospital suddenly admitted someone from Master Tu. Xiao Guo only had time to make an appointment with him to contact him in 24 hours, and then hung up.Mr. Chen couldn't die under Tu Ye's gun. Now that he came back safely, Teng Cuo was relieved, but he didn't know what happened to Xiao Guo, so he was a little anxious.

His face was not good-looking, Mr. Chen didn't feel suspicious, but held his hand instead.There was still dried blood on the old man's body and hands, and his calm and even noble posture had been mixed with vulgar killing intent.

He looked at Teng Cuo with dark eyes, and said slowly, "Little Cuo."

"Mr. Chen." Teng Cuo opened the umbrella with one hand, and held him back with the other, blood was also stained on the palm.

Two bodyguards carefully carried Chen Liang's body and stood by the side of the road.Teng wrongly looked over, Mr. Chen shook his head slowly at him, and then signaled the bodyguards to carry the body into the small building where he lived.

Teng Cuo helped him to walk in, and Uncle Pang was standing in the yard.Mr. Chen asked Uncle Pang to follow in, but Teng Cuo didn't even raise his head, as if nothing happened yesterday.

The second floor of the small building was lit with very light incense, and the mist rose in the room, making everyone who entered feel unreal.Chen Liang's body was placed on the narrow bed. Mr. Chen personally cleaned the handkerchief and wiped it bit by bit.

Teng Cuo and Uncle Pang stood aside, neither of them spoke.

The patio door was open, letting in cold air and rain.Mr. Chen had already taken off his coat and was only wearing a shirt, but he didn't seem to feel cold, and his fingers didn't tremble. He just frowned tightly, giving his son the last decency.

Chen Liang looks a lot like him, but his face is rounder.Mr. Chen still remembers when his sons were young, at that time they were indistinguishable from their peers except that they were a little fatter.They called him "Daddy" around him, and stretched out their chubby little hands to ask for sweets. They went to the seaside in Fangshi City, and the father and son went to the beach hand in hand.

The sound of the tide and the immature voice of the child are right next to his ears, which are the concerns of countless days and nights and even his whole life, and they are also the very few reasons for his sudden self-doubt.He once had an extremely real dream, in which there was no garden and no white medicine, he was really an old man, his lover did not die young, his sons were healthy in body and mind, and Chen's blood was clean and long-lasting, interpreting the most beautiful and purest voice .

The dream turned into a cloud of smoke, Mr. Chen finally showed his exhaustion, and half knelt down.He was still holding Chen Liang's hand, the coldness that lost his normal body temperature and the stiffness of the dead made him reluctant to open his eyes for a long time.

The old man finally fell on his shoulders, and Mr. Chen staggered a little when he stood up with his cane.The two standing on the side were both human beings. Teng Cuo and Uncle Pang saw it, and showed concerned expressions on their faces, but they didn't step forward to help.

Mr. Chen is very satisfied with this kind of empathy, and his final toughness does not allow him to complain to anyone or mourn publicly.He sat upright in the bamboo shed, half of his body covered by the rain slanting in the wind, and slowly asked about the situation in the village.

Uncle Pang briefly reported, and then said: "There are old cats in the village."

Lao Mao is the name given to the undercover agents sent by drug dealers. Teng Cuo and Mr. Chen glanced sideways at Uncle Pang when they heard the words.Mr. Chen caressed the spider on the walking stick and smiled grimly.

They were attacked in Yiwei, and the timing was so accurate, there must be an inner ghost.Mr. Chen was about to investigate this matter, so he asked in a deep voice, "Who?"

Uncle Pang glanced at Teng Cuo when he stepped forward, his eyes were as cold as ice.Teng wrongly put his hands in his pockets, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and looked at him expressionlessly.

Uncle Pang took out something and handed it to Mr. Chen.Teng mistakenly saw it, it was the phone that Yesheng sent to his house earlier.

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