【Peking Shuangmei】Shell

July No. 12, that is, a full month after Fang Mengwei was drunk, he handed a resignation letter to Manager Liu of the newspaper.My family hoped that I would go to Taiwan earlier so that it would be convenient for me to take care of my elderly father.

Although Manager Liu was full of surprise, seeing that he had made up his mind to go, he didn't ask any more questions.On the contrary, it was Ms. Wu who took out a handkerchief and covered her mouth while tidying up his desk, dripping wet a stack of manuscript paper.

It's just that now Fang Mengwei looks at Ms. Wu with mixed emotions in his heart, and he doesn't want to say goodbye to this colleague who has worked together for several years.

When he went downstairs, he saw the colleagues in the news team were very busy. He thought it was the big event about Mrs. Fei, and now all the teams were busy following up on this incredible international news, so Fang Mengwei didn't stop to talk with him. They said goodbye one by one.

The ticket to Taiwan is for the next day, that is, July [-]th.He took the tram back to the hotel and arranged check-out with the manager in the lobby downstairs.

Living in this hotel for more than two months is also extremely willful and extravagant.Now that all the dust has settled, there is finally a closure.When I went back to my room after dinner, I was inexplicably disappointed, looking at the night market that was gradually starting to be noisy in the street next door.

But the excitement is theirs.

Fang Mengwei glanced at the hustle and bustle of lights that had nothing to do with him, and walked back to the hotel.

The young uniformed attendant in the elevator saw him, called Mr. Fang hello, and pressed the button for the third floor.Fang Mengwei nodded to him, vaguely remembered that the young man's surname seemed to be Jin, but he was not sure, so he just held the briefcase in his hand and stopped talking to him.

The elevator stopped slowly, and the small yellow light marking "3" flickered on.Good morning, Mr. Fang.

He nodded, and while walking to the room deep in the corridor, he took out the key with the door number from his pocket.The carpet under the feet is soft, so that at this moment, except for the sound of keys hitting the wooden door plate and the melodious background sound of the gramophone in the corridor, everything is extremely quiet.

Unlocking the door lock, Fang Mengwei stretched out his hand sideways to turn on the light at the half-open door, and touched along the wall a few times, but unexpectedly failed to touch the light cord.

Just as he was about to look for the light cord carefully in the light of the corridor, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness in the room, but he saw a person sitting on the sofa by the window.

Fang Mengwei closed the door behind him, walked into the room and turned on the dim wall lamp by the bed.What are you doing here?

He asked the man whose profile was illuminated by the dim light of the wall lamp.Just want to see you.

Fang Mengwei did not speak.How is the newspaper today?fine.

busy or not?

Fang Mengwei didn't want to mention the resignation, but leaned against the wall opposite Sun Chaozhong, and didn't sit down.Seeing that the other party did not answer, Sun Chaozhong asked again, have you eaten dinner yet?

Fang Mengwei took a breath and answered him, he has eaten.what did you eat?

Those downstairs, just eat something.Been to Wuji?Recently opened.

Fang Mengwei replied, but his eyes kept covering his briefcase.Should he tell Sun Chaozhong about the boat ticket for tomorrow?It's just that he knows Sun Chaozhong too well, and he also knows himself.

If Sun Chaozhong found out, he probably wouldn't be able to leave.

What's more, he still has that long letter, which has been mailed in the afternoon, and it should reach Sun Chaozhong's hands in less than two days.The house has been entrusted to someone to manage, and when Sun Chaozhong is willing to move out, just hand over the key to that person.These are all written in detail in the letter.

He raised his head again to see the silhouette of the man in the darkness, and couldn't bear to answer him even more, couldn't bear to tell him to go away.So I answered him, no.What cuisine?

I heard that the boss is from Sichuan, and I have never been there, but I just heard about it.Fang Mengwei nodded, it's probably Sichuan cuisine.

You've lost weight again, and I'm also to blame for causing you to eat outside.

Can't blame you.What's more, restaurants outside are always better than you and me. My body is like this, and I can't get fat after eating.Sun Chaozhong smiled.

Even under the dim light from the wall lamp, Fang Mengwei could still see the line of the man's nose and the curvature of the corners of his eyes.That bleak smile made him want to pull out his heart almost immediately, telling him all about his plan to leave tomorrow.But that impulse only stayed in his chest for a moment, because in the next moment, the wooden door of the hotel room was kicked open with a "boom", and several flashlights were shaking so that he couldn't see anything clearly, only Sun Chaozhong's indifferent smile kept going. It remained in the eyes, it was printed on the mattress, on the ceiling, and it was also printed in Fang Mengwei's heart.

Fang Mengwei was pushed to the ground by someone, and the police who pushed him away shouted, don't hinder the police from doing their work.

Who is your boss?Which branch?Fang Mengwei got up and looked at the police officers who were escorting Sun Chaozhong to the elevator, but was stopped by a ghost police officer.This foreigner speaks Cantonese not very fluently, please cooperate with the police in carrying out official duties.

It's just that Fang Mengwei recognized the rank of the foreign police officer's epaulets, which made him even more inexplicable. At this moment, he suddenly thought of the Browning and potassium cyanide he saw a few months ago!He was almost taken two steps back by the realization.

Fang Mengwei fell down on the bed, and the hotel waiter who dared to come in at this time quickly asked him if Mr. Fang was okay.

He waved his hand, just wanting to be alone to sort out the matter, but he saw the waiter surnamed Jin climbed up the stool and finally turned on the chandelier that had gone wrong before.The room finally brightened up. Fang Mengwei rubbed his temples, squinted, and saw the nylon light cord curled up in the corner of the wall, and the half dark red palm print on the apricot-colored wallpaper above it that was particularly conspicuous at the moment.