perfect task TF

Bu Er likes to watch those pigeons on the roof of the main building.It was the time for the regular students to run out in the afternoon, and the light blue team in student uniforms flowed on the dirt track. He looked at the beating figures, as if he could hear the rapid frequency of their heartbeats, and saw the sweat dripping from the temples. side process.There he saw Tezuka Kunimitsu for the second time. The shadow of the main building covered half of the runway that day. Tezuka happened to be running in the dividing line of Naya. The pigeons passed by the sky. Tezuka raised his head and looked. At that moment, a quiet and warm indifference was read from the face of that expression.

Pigeons are raised by the gatekeeper grandfather of the police academy. They have small round and bright eyes and snow-like feathers, which are cute and agile.Fuji likes to watch them fly in groups, grand and powerful. Almost every afternoon in those days, the shadow of the pigeons fell on Fuji, and then moved to Tezuka's pupils looking up at the sky.

Fuji often thinks of the camera he left in the corner of the cabinet in the dormitory. He wants to take pictures of those moments, the massive swarms taking off, the mottled moving shadows, and the falling feathers.But he can't, he chose to live with a gun instead of a camera. It's unbelievable that his pure motive at the beginning was just to make those things he thought beautiful, like the images left on the negatives, and they will always be the most beautiful attitude exists.

Doves are birds that symbolize peace and happiness, so people who believe in them will have a soft and peaceful light in their eyes when they see the beautiful arcs drawn by the wings of white doves in the air.

"Brother Fuji, look at the pigeons!" Oo Asakawa shouted excitedly while pointing at a group of pigeons flying through the air with Fuji's hand. When he started, he only saw the last of the pigeons disappearing into a corner of the high-rise building of the hospital. I don't know if Tezuka on the opposite side has seen it, and I don't know if there is still that kind of purity and clarity in his eyes that can't be washed away by time.

☆、Chapter 6

part6

The location where Fuji Shusuke and Tezuka Kunimitsu performed missions for the first time was set at a movie theater.He got up very early that day, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the sky high and far outside the window. He never knew that the sky in midsummer could be so vast. There was still that pot of cactus on the window sill. It seems to have softened into golden fluff, peaceful and beautiful.

Get up and go to the window, through the huge glass window, you can see the sleepy city, the sparse traffic shuttles between the buildings in the bright morning light, and there seem to be people jogging on the sidewalk, but the floor is too high He couldn't see clearly, just pink, light yellow or black fuzzy figures.

Buer lives on the 22nd floor of the LAN Hotel, the high-rise residence of Takahashi Group, and the upper floor is the 23rd floor of the top floor, Takahashi Arashi's residence and office.From the fledgling student Bu Er Zhou Zhu to Mr. F who can come and go freely in the group, he went from the basement to the 22nd floor in just over two years.In fact, two years ago was not the best time to go deep into the group to perform tasks, and he was only an immature student who had only received two years of training, but Takahashi Group made a big "business" that summer, Annexed their biggest competitor, mastered almost the entire Honshu region's drug production and sales network, took the opportunity to remove the original police undercover in the group, and brutally killed the police who were chasing the Takahashi Group as a demonstration (Baidu) Visit Hiroshi Asakawa's wife.In that critical summer, Fujisuke took advantage of the opportunity of the Takahashi Group to recruit troops to expand its power, and entered that bottomless black hole.

Those unbearable days have never left traces in Fuji's smile, and now Takahashi Lan often asks him jokingly: "Have you really been a younger brother? I think you got into it because of this pretty face." Today, right?" Of course, I will remember those days when I was bruised and bruised by debt collection and bullied by my "big brothers" above me, I also remember the sound of sticks and blades, the smell of cheap cigarettes and beer .However, none of the pain that these brought him could compare to the last phone call to his family.

That was the last time I heard the voices of his family members in more than two years. He told his family members on the phone that he was going abroad for further studies, and then his parents came on the phone. Sister Yumiko kindly reminded some people to go out Pay attention to the small details outside; the phrase "Take care" squeezed out by Yuta's teeth is a bit dumb, it may be a heat cold caused by not paying attention at ordinary times... He still remembers every last sound at the end of the written sentence, Gentle and rapid rise or fall, every tone of frustration.Fuji maintained a gentle tone and a smile on the corner of his mouth during the call, but after hanging up the phone, he looked at the instructor and detective Asakawa with serious expressions in front of him. At that time, the sunset was passing through the window and dyed the orange-red sky, and no pigeons flew by. , suddenly restrained his smile.

All of this happened a long time ago, but when I think about it now, there will still be fresh pain gushing out like opening a wound that has already formed a thick scab. itch.

When Er walked out of the LAN Hotel, it was already past the rush hour for work. The sun climbed up the entire glass curtain wall of the building, and the bright revolving door opened up the rushing atmosphere brought by the people entering and leaving. He raised his head slightly, and the warmth in the air was just right. , the back of his neck touched the collar of his shirt, there was a faint smell of laundry detergent, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.Obviously to perform a task that cannot be missed, but for some reason, there is such a small touch of comfort and joy in being cautious and vigilant.

When I came to the cinema, the morning movie had just ended, and a small group of people came out of it, holding unfinished popcorn in their hands, and the postures of the superstars on the colorful posters behind them were either handsome or charming. , the strong appeal is projected with the lights behind the poster.Fuji saw Tezuka Kunimitsu across the crowd. He was standing on the left side of the theater ticket gate. The corner light was not good, and he looked particularly thin, but Fuji recognized the silhouette at a glance, a handsome figure.

Fuji walked sideways from the crowd, stopped less than five meters away from Tezuka, and coughed lightly.Tezuka also saw Fuji, with the same serious expression on his face, turned around and walked in through the door with the odd number, and Fuji noticed the print on his casual shirt and the embroidery "TEZUKA" on the cuff, silver Gray lustrous silk thread, beautiful curlicue Roman lettering.All reflections and exchanges are natural and alienated. After those professional trainings, they all understand what is meant by an appropriate distance, which can keep the connection between each other without attracting attention.

The movie hasn’t started yet, so I walked past rows of seats covered with red seat covers, and the audience in twos and threes sat scattered in the thin light, with the rustling sound of melon seed shells falling to the ground, and the steps under my feet The height is uneven, and there is always an uneasy feeling that one foot is deep and the other is shallow.He groped to the row behind Tezuka and sat down. From the height of Tezuka's head, he could guess that he must still be sitting upright at this time, and he couldn't see Tezuka's shoulders from his current angle of view, but he couldn't help but think that way. The ups and downs must match the soothing frequency of his breathing.

The number of people entering the venue gradually increased. A couple squeezed past him. The distance between the seats was narrow. The boy carried his girlfriend's pink hellokitty handbag and walked carefully in front. Fuji slightly turned his legs, but The girl accidentally stepped on her delicate sandals, the girl smiled at him apologetically, the dimple on her left cheek was full of sweetness, and then quickly caught up with her boyfriend who was walking in front, the boy had already put down the chair for the girl, Every gesture is thoughtful and gentle.Fuji suddenly felt a wanton and contagious happiness for no reason.

The lights were suddenly extinguished, and a huge image appeared on the screen, frame by frame stayed on the retina in turn, turning into a flowing story of light and shadow.The outline of the top of Tezuka's head was blurred, and the few raised strands of hair couldn't block the light from the huge screen, distorting the shape and color.

In the film, there are large areas of coniferous forests in the sub-frigid zone, continuous mountains covered with snow all the year round, clear streams, beautiful valleys, white clouds like flocks and flocks of sheep like white clouds.There are also amorous cowboys named Ennis and Jack, on a certain snowy night in a certain month of a certain year, lonely company in a lonely tent, desperate, strong and hopeless love.

When the melodious guitar sound gurgled out from the stereo, Fuji's fingers began to tap rhythms of different lengths on the back of Tezuka's chair. This is a way of communication similar to code words, with different arrangements of urgency and severity Meaning that only they understand.On the screen, Ennis and Jack married their wives and started a mediocre life, but what appeared in front of them was still such a clear and distant sky, a horseshoe bonfire, a herd of sheep full of slopes, and an isolated life.His curled index finger knuckles moved up and down flexibly, methodically, as if he wasn't in a movie theater, without messy lights and shadows and meaningful melodies, but he was telling Tezuka seriously, without missing a single bit.

When Fuji stopped, he saw Tezuka's straight back leaning back slightly, and instantly the serious side face became clear, the eyebrows, ears, temples, and corners of mouth.I know he heard clearly.

I don't know how long time has passed. The time in the movie is carved, parting, reunion, and struggle.Jack passed away, and Ennis's shirt was always hanging in Ennis's closet. Perhaps from that night on, his life was imprisoned in Brokeback Mountain, and he could no longer escape.If you fall in love with someone of the same sex, is it doomed to embark on a path that cannot be turned back? Compromise or struggle, escape or face, can only be entangled in the sadness of different routes leading to the same goal.When the lights came on, I saw the couple beside me, the girl's eyes were red.

The cast and crew list scrolled on the screen, and the audience left the stage with a sigh, only to realize that Tezuka's seat in the front row was empty.The audience left quickly. He stood in front of the screen in an empty theater, with white characters on a black background, and the distributor of the film appeared in front of his eyes. In just a split second, the screen, which had been filled with so many sorrows and joys and so many ups and downs, went dark, pure and white, without trace.

When Bu Er walked out of the gate, the sun domineeringly parted his eyelids and pierced into his pupils, so brilliant that it made people cry.The traffic in front of him passed by, he raised his wrist, it turned out that it was almost the lunch time agreed with Gao Qiaolan.

☆、Chapter 7

part7

For a long time, the mission went smoothly without waves.Fuji Zhouzhu is still Mr. F who has won Takahashi Lan's trust. He accompanies her to attend the group's high-level meetings and has many opportunities to make suggestions. He even spends more time with her for meals, walks, afternoon tea or dinner. supper.Aside from the complicated background of the gang leader, Takahashi Lan is a charming woman after all, and all kinds of gossip have never stopped, and what Er Zhouzhu can do is to smile modestly, hint to Takahashi Lan eagerly, The suspicious eyes of others, the inability to control the gossip, and the fission of myself.

In front of him was a clear goblet, with a light layer of red wine in it, which was bright red, and on the rim of the glass was a woman's lip print, with a thick texture, revealing a seductive allure.Takahashi Lan's charm is deeply rooted in her bones, she inadvertently overflows the air with every gesture, extending to the tip of her eyebrows, eyelashes, corners of her mouth, even the ups and downs of the corners of her mouth, the angle of her arms bent, the way her temple hair is messy .The ambiguous lights in the restaurant shone on her face, and she couldn't tell her specific age. What was exposed was only the expectation in her eyes, the kind of light that Budu had long been used to.

The content of the discussion was still the same as usual, movies, music, finance, current affairs, and even some innocuous gossip.Takahashi Arashi’s taste is good, and in some aspects, Fuji can even find the feeling of meeting a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers. For example, two people also admire Bergman and Joe Hisaishi, also like Florence and Iceland, use the same music software, and both like to read the New York Times electronic version of .But the joy or excitement of that kind of communication is only to the end, like seeing each other through a layer of glass, but it is just visible, without the urge to break through the barrier.

Just like every time when we parted, Bu Er would politely kiss Takahashi Lan's left cheek, but only gently, not enough to blush and heartbeat.Takahashi Lan's perfume is so weak that you can only smell it when you want to get close to her and kiss her. It is a habit to walk out of the elevator as the fresh fragrance fades away, and watch the elevator door slowly close. The number on it changes from 22 to 23 .Sometimes Buer stands at an angle so that when the elevator door closes, he can see her face gradually covered by the metal door. In the end, only her eyes are left, with light brown pupils. He always feels that the deepest part is there. There is a faint sadness.

Sometimes when he lays in bed and thinks about his day after day, he will always blame himself. He feels that he is cheating on Gao Qiaolan's feelings. There are no such high-sounding reasons, there is no so-called struggle between justice and evil, no matter how heinous the other party is, but After all, it was cheating.

I remember that in that dark warehouse back then, after the strong physical and technical training, they lay exhausted on the ground, panting hard in the muddy water, the severe overdraft was like the soul shaking in the body, it seemed that the next second will die.At that time, the instructor told them that this is not the most painful thing. The most painful thing is that when your mission deprives you of your principles, your beliefs, your right to love and love, you are no longer facing yourself.Fuji has always felt that he is carefully balancing this shaking balance, but now this contradiction seems to become more and more intense as the ambiguity with Takahashi Arashi becomes clearer, and it can only be relieved every time he meets Tezuka Kunimitsu. This final connection to justice proves the value of non-duality in disguise and suffering.

I am used to looking around consciously or subconsciously before Tezuka appears. In the low clouds in early autumn, I can see him in the dim light, in the crowd of people waiting for the red light to turn green on the other side of the road.The zebra crossing was bent by the long-term friction and muddy water, and the slightly pale face of the tall and straight Tezuka was embedded in the wrapping of various umbrellas. He was holding a black umbrella, and the coat on his body seemed to be of a similar dark color.In the distant line of sight are the raindrops floating like spider silk. His face is only so small, but he feels very clear.When the green light turned on, the river of umbrellas began to flow across the street, and Tezuka's figure was lost in the rushing back and forth across the zebra crossing.

Fuji turned his head, and the flickering light above the rows of wooden CD racks in front of him blurred the weather outside the window. There were many European Indiepop records on them with beautiful jackets, green flowers blooming on them, opening up the purple sky, and There are sincere fonts and lines like children's graffiti, and soothing notes floating in the record row, but I still hear the sound of the glass door being pushed open.

The toes of the black leather shoes that stepped into the door were wet, and drops of rainwater slid down from the tip of the closed umbrella. His slender and strong fingers held the handle of the umbrella and placed it on the umbrella stand at the door.It was just a short glance, and then Bu Er could only see that handsome figure from the corner of his eye, which seemed to be walking in his direction.

On the other side of the shelf in front of him was an old vinyl record. Tezuka picked up a record. The huge cover almost blocked his entire face, and he could only see the back of the record, which was dark red and covered with scribbles. He could see Tezuka's plump nails, and the callus on the middle finger of his right hand from holding a pen for a long time.A button was loose on the cuff of the dark blue jacket, and there was something vaguely on the wrist.

At this time, the prelude to the record store happened to be The Beatles' "yesterday". With the familiar guitar, I suddenly thought of the noisy students on the playground of the police academy a long time ago, and the sun shone at nine o'clock in the morning. For four years, it seemed to be still burning, covering his eyes.

That was his happiest memory, even more so than watching those white pigeons fly up on the roof every afternoon.Every day at nine o'clock in the morning is the broadcasting gymnastics time for all the regular students. At that time, he was going to the empty main teaching building to find a document, but when he passed the broadcasting room, he sneaked in by mistake and arranged a small prank , he replaced the radio gymnastics disc with another record at hand.

That morning, the trainees who were neatly lined up under the sun heard the simple and sad melody of "yesterday".Finally, I heard the long-lost music during the harsh training and cruel discipline intervals. It was not a passionate song, but people began to sing loudly in the playground, and even danced. The straight line was scattered like a grand party. Facing the sudden chaos, the instructors looked at each other in blank dismay.Looking out from the window, Buer smiled as happily as the students on the playground.

"Everyone should do exercises well." Fuji blurted out, just like he said it through the microphone from the broadcasting room that day.To his surprise, Tezuka Kunimitsu suddenly raised his face, and their gazes met for a second or a few seconds. This was the second time since he revealed his identity to Tezuka, Fuji once again looked at the lake water behind the pair of lenses. Surprise was read in his deep eyes.

Did he also stand on tiptoe among the cheering students and look at the window of the broadcasting room covered by tree branches? Did he also sing yesterday all my troubleseemtofaraway? Did he miss this little indulgence in a hard life? Didn't he also touch the temperature of wanton happiness in the morning sun?

Bu Er smiled and turned his head away, the singing in his ears had ended.His fingers began to dance on the plastic cover of a record, not to the rhythm of the surrounding music, but to convey the unique meaning of the secret.The angle he was standing at was slightly lower, and he could only see a small part of Tezuka Kunimitsu's nose, half of his beautiful collarbone peeking out from his collar, and the blue stubble on his sharpened chin.After the signal was over, he saw Tezuka slowly put the vinyl disc in his hand on the shelf, which meant that he heard it.

Walking slowly from one end of the CD shelf to the other, time seems to grow narrow along with the space. Tezuka is standing on the far side, and time is like an axis with this row of shelves. The directions are non-stop, and those subtle connections during the brief intersection are as hazy and magical as in a dream.Putting on the earphones and listening to the record recommended by the shop owner, Bu Er kept repeating a line of lyrics: Wake Me Up When September Ends... He suddenly realized that it was already mid-September, and it was autumn.

When Fuji walked out of the store, the rain still didn't stop outside the window, and the color of his clothes became darker under the moisture of the rain after only a few steps. He saw through the glass of the record store that Tezuka seemed to be paying the bill. That record seems to be very similar to The Beatles' best selection called "1".

☆、Chapter 8

part8

In many cases, Fuji will recall meeting Tezuka again and again, intentionally or unintentionally.Recently, the Takahashi Group has been very active. He knows that the so-called "big day" is coming soon, but the clear part in his memory is all about his and Tezuka's mistakes again and again, which has nothing to do with the urgency of the case or the truth of the intelligence fake.

Fuji has been reminding himself of his identity.On that gloomy afternoon two years ago, he was solemnly called to the instructor's office. He saw the instructor's heavy expression, and a strange man beside him, whose face was buried in the shadows, kept smoking and bowed his head.Then he took the stack of dossiers about the Takahashi Group handed over by the instructor, and he could see that many of them were confidential, but the syntax of the instructor's discussion was in an orderly tone: "Student Fuji, this is some information about the Takahashi Group Take it back and have a look, if you want to carry out this mission." He admitted that he was a little flattered but at a loss at that time, the hellish training finally came into play, but the real crisis and lonely life followed. to.At this time, the smoking man who had been silent on one side raised his head, and the smoke spread in the dark air. He said, "They killed my wife." That was the first time Fujisuke saw Hiroshi Asakawa clearly. The scattered and flickering light, the simple and thin expression, is not at all like the arrogant and unruly police detective in the legend, nor the kind and friendly senior in the future, just a sad man, looking at himself, saying that someone else killed him. his wife.

He remembers saying, "Okay, I'm serious about getting the job done."

But now he can’t always forget the bright light in the subway on a certain day. On his left is a boy wearing earphones and a fat sweatshirt. After a short stop, Tezuka stood on the platform outside the door, his hair was covered by the subway. The wind brought by the proximity is very beautiful.Fuji tapped a signal on the glass of the car door, and his own face was reflected on the mirror-like glass, as if suddenly shortening the distance with Tezuka.From the beginning to the end, Tezuka had no expression on his face. The strange thing was that almost no one got on the bus at that stop. He could watch Tezuka standing there for a long time until his eyes were painted with the darkness of the tunnel.

He also can't forget the ancient Chinese music in the Chinese restaurant one day. He saw Tezuka's brown sweater with slight pilling against the light. He ordered Kung Pao Chicken. of tea.While adding wasabi to the meal, he tapped a skilled rhythm, and the teacup in Tezuka's hand remained on his lips amidst the sound of the signal signal, and the curling heat instantly occupied the entire lens.The spiciness of that meal was rare in his memory. He forgot how much mustard he added, but felt that the rhythm of each signal seemed to be able to freeze time.

He could not forget many, many such moments.

Now Buer is more and more used to coming to the agreed place in advance, just stop and go, maybe pass some scenery.I am still used to observing from the perspective of a photographer, even though I no longer have a camera in my hand.In his pale and monotonous student days, a professional camera used to be his most luxurious desire, but today the passion for focusing on his fingers has been exhausted by the rough time.The stickers of Christmas trees and snow bells and reindeer in the window of the shop on the side of the road flaunt a variety of conflicting colors, overlapping in the depths of Fuji's pupils. His hands are tightly tucked in the pockets of the trench coat. Point to palm.

The cold wind poured in from the neckline, making the body trembling uncontrollably, so he didn't wear the branded scarf given by Arashi Takahashi. He didn't like the touch of those high-tech materials, which were too soft but uncomfortable.There is a constant stream of people dragging huge bags with supermarket logos, stuffed with the spoils of Christmas shopping, with contented smiles on their faces, willing to warm up from those curved eyebrows and upturned lips .

Before Christmas, he witnessed all the elements that Christmas should have: Christmas songs spreading in the streets and alleys; Christmas trees decorated with colorful lights; huge 50% OFF discount signs in stores; The glove girl runs at the head of the family, laughing along the way; and... the sweet couple and their romantic lunch.

Bu Er's eyes suddenly couldn't move away from the couple. He was familiar with the silhouette of the man. He had looked at him earnestly from countless angles at countless times, remembering every line of that silhouette, even though it was different faces. clear shadows.He remembered every moment when those friends passed by, his blurred profile or back was deeply embedded in his humble and forbearing thoughts, took root and sprouted, and pulled out entangled vines.

It's him, Tezuka Kunimitsu.He was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows of a restaurant, and the delicate girl opposite had short, clean hair. When she smiled, she showed her white and neat teeth and delicate dimples. They looked like such a well-matched couple, dazzlingly beautiful.

Fuji hates his own belatedness, he should have noticed it a long time ago, from the shirt with Tezuka's name embroidered on it, from the red thread that appears and disappears on Tezuka's wrist.For some reason, there was a feeling of pain, overflowing from the left side of the chest and breaking through the dull mass, and instantly felt like receiving a huge electric shock.

The girl stretched out her hand to wipe the oil stains from Tezuka's mouth, the girl made weird shapes on the table with tableware, the girl's speech was always accompanied by those playful little movements of her hands, and the girl leaned back and forth when she laughed.Tezuka looked at her from the opposite side, eating gracefully, talking and nodding from time to time.

Fuji wanted to leave, but happened to meet Tezuka's gaze just before he took a step, he was as serious and calm as usual, and hit his vitals hard.

Fuji took his right hand out of his pocket, his fingers were stiff, his nails were pale, and there was a thin layer of ice on the outside of the glass.The remaining body temperature of the fingertips melted the frost on the surface, and knocked out a series of coherent rhythms with a moist and sharp coolness, even though every touch was so difficult.Fuji felt that his fingers were losing feeling and numbness, and his blood was cooling down, but he still kept a gentle smile on his face.

He has always believed that he has the tacit understanding to communicate with him from Tezuka's eyes and demeanor, so he can also be sure that Tezuka has understood.The moment he turned around, he suddenly wondered whether Tezuka would remember his back, just like he remembered his appearance from so many angles.

The cheerful melody is still on the street, the joy in the eyes of the children is still innocent, there are staff members wearing Santa Claus costumes at the entrance of the supermarket in the distance distributing gifts or coupons, and everyone’s faces are full of joy and busyness .The sky that has been overcast for a long time seems to have finally snowed, and there are subtle white spots swaying in the sight, and I can feel the coolness on my cheeks from time to time.

"Sir! Wait a minute!"

Fuji turned around and saw a boy in waiter's clothes in a restaurant chasing him, holding a pair of black woolen gloves in his hand, the wrists were obviously worn out.The waiter handed the gloves to Buer and said, "This is a gentleman who asked me to give it to you. He told you to keep warm."

Static electricity was generated when the fingers touched the glove. Thank you, the waiter slowly put the glove on. The woolen glove is stretchable and fits well.Fuji felt that the fibers wrapped around his fingers carried the temperature of Tezuka, when the cold met the warm, there was a slight swelling.There are snowflakes falling on the palm, and it can be seen that it is a beautiful hexagon.

☆、Chapter 9

part9

Tezuka Kunimitsu was sitting in his office thinking about the information he got from Fujisuke when he received Kiyoshi Arai's call. There were four small desks piled up with newspapers of the day on the desk, illuminated by the fluorescent lamp. The bottom is cyan, and the three water cups of different colors and shapes cast shadows facing the same direction.Since the beginning of winter, it has been dark before the end of get off work time. In the afternoon, almost everyone has to work under the monotonous fluorescent lamp, and everyone casts heavy shadows under the lifeless white light.Surrounded by the sound of friction between the soles of various materials and the ground, the photocopier is working non-stop. Now because of the case of the Takahashi Group, he no longer needs to be called around as a photocopier, and he can quietly look at the rusted guardrail of the window , I can't think of Zhou Zhu's beating fingers, and the messages conveyed by that unique rhythm.

Arai's voice has always been quiet and gentle, whether it came from the phone or in her ears, she would ask him when he was free to eat, which movie he was going to watch, and when passing by the cake shop, she would ask if he wanted to buy it for him too. Breakfast, serious and considerate.This time, Arai's voice was caught in the noise of the road, cheerful and urgent, and she asked, "Guo Guang, haven't you lost your gloves? I'll buy you a new pair for Christmas. Do you like dark blue or black?"

I met Arai when he first patrolled the night for Senior Onishi. At that time, the thin and thin Arai was surrounded by a group of menacing thugs at the entrance of the Takahashi Group's Nightclub Nightclub. Not two weeks to help solve the siege.The memory of that night is still a mess in Tezuka's mind, only the flickering lights, the turbulent crowd, the thin Arai, the broken wine bottle, and Fuji in white, as if falling from the sky.After that day, this small girl entered his life, found his unit, got his phone number, familiarized him with his commute time, greeted him with a smile and showed up at the right place with ready soup, and called him Tsuka-kun.

When colleagues in the police force began to talk about Arai with ambiguous eyes and tone, Tezuka still kept a lukewarm distance from her. As everyone said, Arai is a good girl, smart, beautiful, gentle and considerate. But he couldn't just accept her feelings and give her nice promises just because of this.

The determination of their relationship was when the mother called.Mother usually doesn't call Tezuka lightly, only once a month or two.When Tezuka heard his mother's voice on the other end of the phone, he suddenly felt out of reach. His mother was taciturn when she was young, and the pressure of supporting her life alone after her father's accident made her even more silent. But now the aging voice is talking about everyday things Trivia, stitches and stitches, and the wedding of Tezuka's childhood friend I attended last week.The mother talked about many details in that grand wedding, which was a rambling that she had never seen before.Tezuka understands that the old man's wish is nothing more than to hope that his son can get married as soon as possible, with a full house of children and grandchildren, and a happy family.

Tezuka asked about his mother's health again. He actually knew that his mother would not say anything wrong. Even if the weather was cloudy and rainy, her joints still hurt. He saved it up and rubbed the medicinal wine that hadn't changed or had any effect after rubbing it for many years. Thinking of this, he felt a pang of sorrow, and his whole heart tightened.At this moment, his mother suddenly asked, "Guoguang, do you have a girlfriend now?" He looked at the steaming bento that Arai bought for him on the table, squeezed the receiver tightly and said, "Yes, Before I could tell you, she was also a policeman and treated me very well."

On the second weekend after the phone call, Arai went to Tezuka's hometown. Since Tezuka had a mission, she went alone. When she came back, Arai held Tezuka's arm and said that the conductor was very enthusiastic about her. Water, said that the scenery in her hometown is very good and the sky is very blue. She likes the unnamed tall trees on both sides of the main road. She said that her aunt looked good and asked when they would get married. Arai blushed a little when she said this, and smiled Get up, and then say that Auntie misses you very much.

Tezuka listened to the girl in front of him telling everything about his hometown, as if he was a stranger, and the fragments in his memories were pieced together bit by bit, the set of porcelain cups on the coffee table in the living room at home, the pile at the corner of the stairs The briquettes, the walls full of childish fonts, the windows with various curtains hanging on them, the mixed shouts and strange smells of the vegetable market, when you look up, you can see broken street lamps, intertwined wires... To my mother There are so many guilts and debts to Arai.

"What kind of color is it? The original pair is black, right? Let's change to dark blue, what do you think, Kunimitsu?" Arai's voice has always been so pleasant, like a smooth andante.

"Then the blue one, thank you." Tezuka really didn't know what else he could say in front of Arai except thank you and sorry.

Concentrating for a long time made Tezuka feel that his temples were swollen. When he hung up the phone, he saw the upper right corner of the phone screen. They are all in a considerate heat preservation state, the small orange light is flickering gently, when you press it, your fingers feel the heat coming from the wall of the cup, and you can't help shaking.I haven't worn gloves for three or four days, and my hands are especially vulnerable under the stimulation of hot and cold.

Now that pair of gloves should be in Fuji Zhousuke's hands. It is a pair of gloves that I have worn for a year, and the part of the palm of the hand is a little worn. I don't know if Fuji will feel cold.That day, Buer just stood in front of the window, tapping his fingers on the frosted glass, and somehow he wanted to give him all the warmth of his gloves.

He habitually looked at Hiroshi Asakawa's office, but he didn't see the layers of stickers on the wall, but the closed door, with a faint sound coming from inside, and a faint light shining through the crack of the door. weird.Tezuka put down his water glass, subconsciously lowered his steps and walked over.

"Is there anything more important in this world than curing your daughter's disease? The Gaoqiao Group gave you enough money to give her a bone marrow transplant, and you can also take her to Europe, to the United States...to go to school, to recuperate, to do whatever you want You. All you have to do is destroy all the evidence of the existence of this investigation plan, get your subordinates and undercover agents to prevent them from contacting any other police personnel, and make the entire investigation plan disappear. The evidence in our hands can only prove that the Takahashi Group is legal. business, nothing else."

"impossible."

"Team Leader Asakawa, we are talking about cooperation now. You understand, our police want to cooperate with Takahashi Group."

"That's because you want to join forces with them. It has nothing to do with me. I'm leaving get off work."

The door was pushed from the inside, and he saw in his hand that the Fujii police department came out first, he was their boss, his face was ashen, and when he saw Tezuka, the little surprise on his face was replaced by the original anger and loss, and his footsteps In a hurry like fleeing.Hiroshi Asakawa came out next. Seeing his dark circles and stubble on his cheeks, Tezuka took a puff of cigarettes and asked, "How long have you been here?"

"Long enough." Tezuka replied honestly, knowing how important what he had just heard was.Even if he is as calm as him, his thoughts will be confused by his own life, his safety, Asakawa's choice, and the choice between justice and evil, and he will be confused for a moment.

"Oh, you still have to go to meet Fujii tomorrow, don't tell him about Fujii and the others, so that he won't worry." The cigarette between Asakawa's fingers shortened bit by bit, turning into a length of gray ash, he patted Clapping Tezuka's shoulder, "I should have had this kind of awareness since the day I became a policeman. I know Xu won't blame me, and Xi wouldn't if he was alive."

Then he took a deep puff of cigarette, lowered his head and said, "Actually, I wrote the divorce agreement two years ago before that task, and gave her the child, but I hope I signed it before I had time..."

Tezuka thought of his father at that moment.The father who he worshiped like a god when he was young and wore a police uniform, the father who was shot unconscious in order to catch the murderer, the father who finally passed through the railing of the rear window of the police car and watched himself gradually go away, the father who wore a police uniform through the soundproof glass A depraved father in prison uniform.No matter what was involved in the past, he just suddenly remembered the look in his father's eyes when he was taken into the police car, affectionate and sad, his father touched himself with handcuffed hands, the metal touched his face cold, his father finally said: "Guoguang, Guoguang, I'm sorry for you and your mother, no matter what I do, I'm sorry for you."

"I'm sorry. I can't consider the choices of you, Fuji and other brothers in the group because of my persistence."

Tezuka was about to reach the corner of the corridor