09 Lingering Sounds | Brainwave Rescue
Lin Weifeng felt uncomfortable as his enthusiasm suddenly faded.
During the flight, she frequently thought of Jiang Yu's expression at the airport. He looked lonely and puzzled, unlike the calmness he showed when facing the sudden accident on the way here.
Thinking of this, her breathing became disordered and she didn't sleep for the entire ten hours.
The next afternoon, Sun Zhengxiao came to pick up Lin Weifeng and couldn't help questioning her, spitting on her, and evaluating her.
"Not only are you being held hostage, but you've also been held captive by the bully."
Lin Weifeng slumped in the passenger seat, exhausted both physically and mentally, and his heart was dead.
"I didn't," she said.
Sun Zhengxiao chuckled, "You're just being stubborn. I've known you for so long, and I've never seen you so powerless as you are now."
Lin Weifeng looked back at Sun Zhengxiao and said righteously, "He has someone he likes."
"Listen to yourself, the word 'someone you like' is used so accurately. Someone you like is most likely someone who won't have a future."
Lin Weifeng sighed. He didn't want to argue, nor did he think that what Sun Zhengxiao said was right.
However, she made her attitude clear: "I think I deserve the purest and strongest love."
"Is there such a thing in this world?" Sun Zhengxiao clicked her tongue. "You're just too insensitive to emotions, and your reaction time is too long."
"You're quite sensitive. You've dated eight people in seven years, and none of them lasted more than a year. Add four more, and maybe we can make up the twelve zodiac signs."
"Nonsense, those eight are all Capricorns and Scorpios."
"..." Lin Weifeng sneered, then reached out and stroked Sun Zhengxiao's head, "However, these men do have various problems."
Sun Zhengxiao: "I know I have problems too. Ever since my parents divorced, I've been feeling insecure. I'm always looking for a relationship, but when I do, I can't fully trust them."
"It's a good thing you didn't believe it, otherwise your ex, whose name I forgot... Anyway, he had a girlfriend in every city, and the girlfriends' affectionate notes were recommended to each other by the app algorithm. It gave me a lot of fun."
"The parties involved can't have any fun watching it!" Sun Zhengxiao vented his anger.
Lin Weifeng said calmly: "Watching fun is a state of mind."
Sun Zhengxiao glanced at her and said, "My greatest joy right now is you."
“…”
Sun Zhengxiao is an art student in the History Department and is currently studying for a doctorate at Jingjiang Academy of Fine Arts, where she is taught by a senior ancient painting restorer in Jingjiang City.
Perhaps it was because the things she faced in her daily studies were too calm and too precious, and any homework she handled was too much about pursuing the "truth, goodness and beauty" of ancient paintings, her personality became more like a wild horse that had run away from its reins.
In addition to ancient paintings, she has also developed some pursuits of unconventionality in other fields.
Including the word "love" that always appears in her mouth.
However, she may want to become a "bad woman" too much. After attracting "bad men" on the surface, the truth, goodness and beauty in her character like ancient paintings will emerge from time to time, revealing her true ugly side to eight men in seven years.
From then on, he embarked on an emotional path that was different from that of ordinary people.
Lin Weifeng led Sun Zhengxiao into the residential complex, an old cement house complex built in the 1990s.
The house was allocated to Lin Haidong after he transferred to the People's Public Security University as a teacher. Lin Weifeng has lived here since he was seven years old.
The facilities in the community are relatively old, and correspondingly, the evergreen trees are tall and lush.
Because it is surrounded by the Jiangxian River Scenic Area, the overall environment is excellent. Coincidentally, the community underwent aging-friendly renovations a few years ago, and it was renovated to install an elevator, making it more refined.
Lin Weifeng's house is on the top five floors.
As soon as he entered the house, before he even took off his shoes, Lin Weifeng called out, "Mom and Dad, I'm back!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Song Ze lying on the sofa in the living room in his pajamas, his legs crossed, and the socks on his feet were obviously not a pair...
[He said he had to be better to be worthy of the person he liked.]
The few words from yesterday's phone call flashed through Lin Weifeng's mind without warning, and the hurt they brought instantly turned into disgust towards Song Ze.
Song Ze said to the TV: "Hey, you're back. When I woke up, I saw you said someone picked me up, so I went back to sleep."
Sun Zhengxiao asked softly, "Relatives?"
Lin Weifeng was furious and answered loudly: "My neighbor downstairs, my childhood friend, is always talking nonsense."
Song Ze sat up in shock at the sound, tugged at his clothes, lowered his head to check if all the buttons on his pajamas were buttoned, and hurriedly said, "There are guests coming."
Lin Weifeng couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Aren't you a guest too?"
Song Ze was shameless: "How can I be a guest? I am a family member."
He looked at Sun Zhengxiao, hunched his head and said innocently, "Beautiful lady, beautiful lady."
At this time, Gu Chengxiu took off her apron and trotted over with two pairs of slippers in her hands. "Breeze is back. Your dad went out to buy roast duck. It's getting cold, so put away the Crocs. Mom embroidered a few new pairs of cotton slippers. You and Xiaoxiao can both wear them. Xiaoxiao, take one pair back with you."
Gu Chengxiu is the owner of an embroidery workshop and one of the inheritors of intangible cultural heritage in the field of Jingjiang embroidery.
Although the income is not much, manual work is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and there is no room for the use of machines, but he has received full support from Lin Haidong and Lin Weifeng.
In order to protect Gu Chengxiu's hands, Lin Weifeng often cooks by himself when he is at home, but Gu Chengxiu feels that even as a craftsman, he must let his hands come into contact with life, and he personally takes charge of special moments.
For example, my daughter came back today.
Lin Weifeng laughed and said, "Is this the luxury of wearing a work of art on your feet?"
"You're just sweet-talking."
Sun Zhengxiao: "Thank you, Auntie."
Song Ze interrupted, "I have one too, and it's the same as..." He glanced at the one on Sun Zhengxiao's feet, "It's the same as Xiaoxiao's."
At this time, Lin Weifeng said to Sun Zhengxiao in a voice that Song Ze could hear: "He was still crying yesterday because of the breakup half a year ago, and today he is trying to please you. Don't pay attention to him."
Song Ze realized: "Lin Weifeng, why are you so dissatisfied with me today?"
Lin Weifeng pushed the suitcase towards home and couldn't help but say, "You are really annoying."
After saying that, she went back to her room alone to pack her things.
With a bang, Lin Weifeng closed the door.
She leaned against the door, feeling inexplicably tired, and slowly exhaled.
Jingjiang had just finished its first rain of autumn, and the weather was slightly chilly. A thin mist rose in the dim lights that gradually lit up outside the window.
A ray of setting sun penetrates the mist and gently shines on the glass window.
Along the window sill were curtains decorated with needle and thread by Gu Chengxiu, and on them were the twined flowers that Lin Weifeng liked.
She stared at the curtains, still thinking about yesterday.
Yesterday, she left behind some of her indifference at Lanxi Airport, and this indifference was now biting back at her, tearing her tranquility into pieces, causing her to pick up pieces one by one impatiently.
She is not a cold person, but she could be like this yesterday...
Come to think of it, his expression at that time was actually quite pitiful.
Whenever Lin Weifeng thought of Jiang Yu, his heart beat very fast, like a confusing withdrawal reaction.
But she could only let her thoughts break through time and space, shortening the distance between the present and yesterday.
She opened her suitcase and put her clothes on the bed anxiously.
As she was putting it away, the stun gun that Jiang Yu gave her for self-defense popped out from the gap in her clothes and fell next to her slippers.
She squatted down, picked it up, took a look, raised her hand, aimed at the trash can, and wanted to throw it over -
But I didn't throw it away.
The remaining heat of the setting sun was infinitely warm, and the silver shell of the stun gun flashed before her eyes.
After all, he saved her life, how could he throw it away?
She stood up and put the stun gun on the bedside table.
He returned to the original place and continued to clean up, this time being much gentler.
She paused again as she took her white dress out of the compression bag.
…
Frequently thinking of someone is something that has never happened in Lin Weifeng's life of more than 20 years.
She felt herself being pulled by an unknown force, unable to escape except to obey.
She looked at the patterns on the hem of her skirt and said to herself:
"Flower Curve."
"I didn't even have time to talk about that day in my senior year."
"I didn't even say thank you that day."
"How can I say thank you? I don't even know him. I don't even... remember him."
"It is his blessing to be able to remember him."
…
Somehow, Lin Weifeng's brain buzzed, and all kinds of illogical feelings began to fight with each other.
As she played, she looked at the afterglow of the setting sun on the wooden floor, smiled to herself, and a warmth she had never felt before rose in her heart.
Now that everything is over, she no longer needs to restrain her affection, gratitude, and trust for Jiang Yu.
He is a good policeman, and he himself is also a good hostage.
These facts cannot be changed no matter how much your thoughts conflict with them.
What she wanted to hide was the fate that had no results, and her own wishful thinking that came to an abrupt end.
And whether this short-lived wishful thinking is bitter or sweet, no one else knows except herself.
Things like fate always come and go suddenly. You can't grasp it. It's not objective and it's full of twists and turns.
She couldn't blame herself, nor should she blame him or the person he liked.
As I thought about it, I suddenly felt relieved.
Lin Haidong came back, and Lin Weifeng cheered up and went out to see.
The first time Sun Zhengxiao came home, she stood next to Song Ze and called out "Hello, Uncle." Then she whispered, "I haven't heard Weifeng say that Uncle... doesn't have a right arm."
Song Ze saw Lin Weifeng coming out and nudged Sun Zhengxiao with his elbow: "If she doesn't say anything, what else can you say?"
"dad."
Lin Weifeng trotted to the door and took the roast duck.
"Dad, the cold front has been coming in quickly these past two days. Here," she pointed to the shoulder where Lin Haidong's right arm had been cut off, "does it hurt?"
Lin Haidong laughed: "I haven't really felt whether the cold air has arrived, but I do feel that my little cotton-padded jacket is very warm."
Lin Weifeng smiled and put the transparent plastic bag containing the roast duck into a bowl. "If you feel any soreness or swelling, I will take you to the rheumatology department. You have been taking care of it for so many years, you can't take it lightly."
Lin Haidong put on his slippers and walked towards the kitchen while nodding at her with his hand. He smiled and said, "Dad is really fine. Let's not talk about Dad anymore. Let's talk about you. The news that my phone pushed to me today was all about you."
Before Lin Weifeng could even look at anything, he asked in surprise, "Me?"
"If you don't tell me, your mother and I won't dare to ask you. Are you being kidnapped?"
Although Lin Haidong only has one hand, he insists on going into the kitchen every day. When Gu Chengxiu wants to be the chef, he does odd jobs nearby.
Lin Weifeng's eyes were clear as he leaned against the refrigerator, a warm smile on his face. "Dad, the focus of the news shouldn't be on the hijacking, right? Otherwise, you guys seem too optimistic."
Lin Weifeng guessed that the news focused on the Wenyuan Encyclopedia, after all, it was a world-famous cultural relic.
Lin Haidong laughed out loud and said proudly, "My daughter is really smart. The news was focusing on 'Brainwave Saving Life'. I clicked on it out of curiosity and saw, wow, my daughter. Then I saw again, wow, isn't this the hand gesture I invented for communicating with hostages?"
“…”
The focus of the news was actually on brainwaves saving lives...
How did the popularity of "Wenyuan Encyclopedia" lose to the brainwave rescue...
So abstract.
"Dad, do you know Jiang...that Jiang..."
Lin Weifeng's eyebrows were twitching wildly, and he couldn't think of the question at the corner of his mouth.
Her voice gradually faded. Lin Haidong might not have heard clearly, so he turned around and said, "Of course I know my daughter. The comments suggested you were a female agent, and so did my chess friends. But I'm the only one who knows. She's my daughter, not some secret agent."
At this moment, Song Ze ran over happily, held up his phone in front of her, and said, "Oh my god, you really were kidnapped. Why didn't you say a word when I called you that day?"
Lin Weifeng had a dull expression and was in no mood to answer him.
He excitedly said to himself, "I remember now. It was the Municipal Bureau. The Municipal Bureau promoted the news to build momentum for Interpol to set up a liaison office."
Lin Weifeng opened Song Ze's phone and took a look. The video was from the ceiling surveillance camera, facing her, and only recorded half of Jiang Yu's back.
I guess Lin Haidong couldn't tell who this police officer was.
She hesitated for a moment...
Forget it, I won’t ask anymore.
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