08 A Grand Encounter | Just, give it back to me? Since the auction ended so smoothly, Lin Weifeng changed his clothes and booked a flight for the evening.
When she went back to pack up, the two dresses that she had simply washed last night were dry, so she borrowed an iron and flattened the surface.
My own, put it in a compression bag and put it in the box.
his……
She folded his clothes and stuffed them into the gift bag the hotel had prepared.
When she left the hotel, she left the gift bag at the lobby front desk with the address of the Interpol center, his department and name written on it.
She said, "Please deliver this dress to this address for me. I have to catch a flight and it's too late."
The service staff said: "Don't worry, ma'am, I will arrange it right away."
"good."
The taxi stopped outside the revolving door, and the wheels of its trunk rolled over the tiles, making a tiny echo.
The figure reflected in the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the door was the same as when he came, like a calm glass of boiled water.
She didn't expect that this errand could bring some brief life to her dull days.
But once the boiling point is passed, it will eventually cool down.
The driver opened the trunk and put the luggage in. Lin Weifeng went to open the back door.
I really have to leave.
At this moment, the fingertips suddenly stopped.
She looked at the streets of Lanxi at night. Due to the power rationing, there were no neon lights flashing. At a glance, the whole city seemed as calm as water.
That person has always been so calm.
At this thought, she froze in place.
So what if he has someone he likes? He is still the one who saved her twice, a good policeman, and a good person.
But she herself was a little narrow-minded, and turned the unspoken and even unqualified love into a thorn in her narrow heart.
Lin Weifeng lowered her hands, the night wind brushed past her ears, sweeping away the belated apology in her heart.
At that moment, the driver looked back and asked, "Ma'am?"
Lin Weifeng blinked and came back to his senses.
She thought for a moment and said, "Sir, please wait for me."
She closed the car door, ran back to the hotel front desk, and said, "I'm sorry, please return the clothes you just handed over to me."
The service staff patiently asked: "Are you afraid of losing it?"
"No, it's just that I suddenly wanted to take it away myself."
She thought that when she had the chance, she would return it to him in person and say thank you.
The waiter smiled knowingly: "Yes, ma'am."
On the way to the airport, a rain shower came and went quickly.
The sound of the rain washed away Lin Weifeng's restless heart.
When I got off the car, the clouds had just disappeared and the rain had stopped. The moonlight was bright in the humid air.
She looked up at the moon and whispered "goodbye" in her heart. There was no name, but she could hear the echo.
She completed the check-in procedures smoothly, leaving only her handbag and his coat, which she had not had time to pack into the suitcase.
As we were walking towards the security check, there was a sudden commotion in front of us, with cheers, shouts, and shutter clicks mixed together.
It can be heard that the positions of all parties are not unified.
She looked in the direction of the sound, but saw a huge crowd of people and couldn't make out anything.
The sudden sound attracted all the scattered gazes in the waiting hall, and many people walked towards the source of the sound.
Lin Weifeng happened to be going the same way, so he followed everyone.
She walked through the gap in the crowd to the front row, where she saw four or five passengers surrounded by customs officers in a semi-arc, with dozens of ancient Chinese coins spread out on a tray.
The leading passenger raised his hands and shouted in a shrill, urgent voice: "Fake! All fake!" (This is fake, this is fake.)
There were no Asian faces among the customs officers. They all had deep eyes and high noses, and it was obvious that they were not familiar with ancient Oriental coins.
A customs officer brought a purple spotlight and shone the beam of light on the center of each coin, trying to determine whether it was real or fake, but no one dared to make a final conclusion.
Lin Weifeng shouted to the staff across the air: "I am Chinese, a Chinese cultural relics lawyer, I can see it."
A man in uniform, presumably the person in charge, put on gloves and approached with a half-doubtful look. He held up three coins and said, "Our invited experts are on their way. Can you?"
Lin Weifeng took a look and said directly: "Turn to the other side."
The person in charge did so.
"Stand up again."
"Please knock on it so I can hear the sound."
The metal struck lightly, making a crisp "ding" sound, with a steady echo that lasted for a thousand years.
Finally, Lin Weifeng said, "It's real, authentic."
The person in charge frowned violently, then smiled broadly: "Interesting."
Lin Weifeng said: "It's absolutely true. We can temporarily control them. We will only reward them for their merits, and we won't hold them accountable."
The person in charge thought for a while, and with the final order, several perpetrators were handcuffed.
Among the detained perpetrators, a bearded man yelled at Lin Weifeng in his native language: "What do you, a little girl, know? Do you think everything you say is true?"
Lin Weifeng didn't care about the outrageous words that people would instinctively say when they felt guilty.
The most important thing was that she couldn't understand this little foreign language at all... and she was too lazy to understand it, so she just waited for him to finish his roar.
She stood there, waiting for him to finish scolding her, then signed the documents required by customs and left her phone number.
She said confidently, "You can contact me anytime if you have any problems, but I don't think you'll be able to hold me accountable."
The customs official raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Thank you, Lawyer Lin."
By then, most of the spectators around had dispersed.
Lin Weifeng turned around and continued walking towards the security check room. However, the moment he raised his eyes, he was nailed to the spot.
Suddenly, she saw Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu stood five steps away, his shoulders, waist, and back defined, his posture still erect. His iron-gray uniform was as sharp as a blade, and the headquarters emblem on his chest gleamed coldly under the light.
However, today, he looked gloomy and inexplicably melancholy.
His eyes were still solemn, but mixed with an inexplicable melancholy, and his sharpness was restrained.
At that moment, Lin Weifeng heard his heartbeat slow down.
Lin Weifeng spoke first: "Are you... on field work here?"
Jiang Yu looked into her eyes and shook his head slightly.
Lin Weifeng opened his mouth but didn't ask any further questions.
She felt that she had no right to ask any more questions.
She simply raised her arm to signal him, then threw the paper bag containing the coat in a clean arc and dropped it steadily into his arms.
"That's right, I'm giving it back to you," she said.
Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and recognized that it was his coat.
The airport had just been cleaned, and a thin layer of mist-like water vapor was still floating on the floor tiles.
He ran his fingertips over the fabric and asked in a low voice, "Just... give it back to me?"
Lin Weifeng caught the fleeting bitter taste at the corner of his mouth, but failed to grasp the logic behind it. He only added casually: "Thank you, Officer Jiang."
After he finished speaking, his brows remained motionless and his expression was still unsmiling, as if he had some objection.
What was he dissatisfied with? Suddenly, Lin Weifeng's inner pride was aroused, and a small spark of being slighted "snorted" rushed into her heart.
"I've washed it and ironed it. Is that good enough, Officer Jiang?" She was a little angry.
Jiang Yu opened his lips slightly, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and finally pursed his lips into an even harder line.
That's not what he meant.
Lin Weifeng sneered: "Do you want me to put it on for you?"
She has always been eloquent and speaks sincerely but directly, leaving no room for others and no way out for herself.
After she finished speaking, she clutched her handbag tightly and walked away with a brisk pace.
When she passed by Jiang Yu, she stopped, took a deep breath, and said, "No matter what, thank you again for saving me, but, other than thanking you, that's all. Goodbye, Officer Jiang."
Lin Weifeng walked quickly, leaving Jiang Yu alone.
The phone in his pocket vibrated repeatedly, and De Luo kept sending voice messages to Jiang Yu: "Bully, where have you been? You dared to run away from the committee meeting?"
Jiang Yu pretended not to hear and did not reply.
He gently took out his clothes from the gift bag, opened the inner pocket, and a small folded note quietly fell into his palm.
It was a small note he had secretly put in there after completing his mission yesterday.
It had his name, phone number, a location, and a time written on it.
And a sentence:
The hostages were invited to have breakfast together. The pink sunrise here was no less beautiful than the one on the day the plane took off.
——It feels like meeting you in person. Your tone is quite serious and not mean.
The paper is clean and the handwriting is thin.
He prepared a lot of things to tell her and rehearsed them in his mind all night.
After the operation ended last night and the summary meeting was over, he rushed into the night and ran to the New World Hotel.
It was 3:30 in the morning and the whole city was asleep.
He waited for dawn, waited for the first ray of sunlight to climb up the tall building, waited for her call, waited for her footsteps, her figure.
Wait for a "good" or "bad" answer.
But he never waited.
And now, she said lightly across the crowd, "That's all."
The words “that’s all” she said were so cold and decisive.
Did she not see this piece of paper, or...
For a moment, Jiang Yu felt that Lin Weifeng had rejected him.
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As the night fell, Jiang Yu returned to the back door of the organization center from the airport.
This city is not noisy, giving people the feeling that people here do not reveal their thoughts.
He lost his keys in the conference room and wanted to climb into his bedroom through the window of Dro's room next door.
De Luo leaned against the window frame, and seeing that he rarely looked sad, he smiled at him: "The first hello, did you say it?"
Jiang Yu opened the window, stood facing the air for a while, and shook his head.
De Luo smiled, his teeth showing off their white teeth. "Oh brother, it's a pity that I don't have any experience to share with you. I don't know many Chinese women. I only know Chinese giant pandas. I know that giant pandas climb trees when they propose. How about you try climbing a tree?"
Jiang Yu glanced back at him, tilted his head, and indicated that he was talking too much.
De Luo spread his hands and chuckled.
Jiang Yu supported himself on the window sill with one hand, suddenly jumped into the air, and prepared to climb out the window.
But the bag in his other hand was snatched away by De Luo.
Jiang Yu jumped back into the house, "Huh?"
Dro: “What is this?”
"clothing."
"your?"
"Um."
"Oh, I remember now. That day, you put that on the hostage."
Jiang Yu paused, "Yeah."
De Luo took it out without hesitation and spread it out in front of him, and a burst of fragrance filled his nose.
Jiang Yu also smelled it and moved closer.
De Luo said, "This is not the fragrance from the laundry room of the New World Hotel. We don't have that kind of fragrance in Lanxi."
Jiang Yu knew: "The scent of hyacinth flowers."
“What does laundry detergent smell like in your country?”
“Yes.”
"That means your sweetheart washed it herself."
Jiang Yu didn't say anything. The breeze outside the window blew away the fragrance, lingering around him. He slowly felt as if she was walking beside him.
De Luo quickly felt something in his pocket, took it out and looked at it... He only recognized the word "人"...
But he remembered: "At the Anhe Hotel, before the execution of Operation Dote, you came back from the tenth floor investigation and asked me to borrow a pen. That's when you wrote this note, right?"
Jiang Yu nodded.
"No wonder he could still smile despite such a big task. It turns out he saw his sweetheart."
Jiang Yu ignored his rambling and changed the subject, "Do you think she saw it?"
With this question, De Luo began to reason. He raised his hand, tilted his head back, held the note to his eyes, and concluded: "Based on my many years of experience, there are no fingerprints, sweat, or smell."
Then he returned the note to Jiang Yu and said, "She didn't see it."
She didn't see it.
This is the answer Jiang Yu wanted to hear.
In fact, he could vaguely guess the answer.
But since it was a secret deep in his heart, he didn't dare to give himself too much hope. He could only wait for the next time the wind brought a message with vague expectations.
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