sun, fall

Staring aimlessly, one hand on the empty table.In the wastebasket next to the table, there was a crumpled newspaper, and the ink was still so fresh that it was eye-catching.

I suddenly came back to my senses and quickly glanced at my watch. There were still more than 20 minutes before the evening meeting.I touched my trouser pocket, it was hard, and my wallet and mobile phone were in it; I picked up the bag casually, and the weight told me that the laptop was in it.The moment I stepped out of the office, I couldn't help but turn around and look at the wastebasket under my feet.The crumpled newspaper, the corner of the photo, was facing my line of sight.

A face that was once extremely intimate suddenly seemed to be right in front of my eyes: the voice and smile deep in my memory were still so healthy and brilliant.On the newspaper, that line of cold bold words - "Chu Ling, the murderer of the 2.14 extraordinarily exterminated family case, was brought to justice yesterday", stuck in my heart for a long time...