44 Returning Echoes | Do you want to be a police officer?
Gurgle, gurgle - a hungry patient's stomach makes rumbling sounds.
Lin Weifeng subconsciously took out her phone and wanted to order takeout, which made Jiang Yu laugh at her.
Jiang Yu went out to buy food and get medicine, and told her to wait until he came back before moving, not even to go to the toilet.
Lin Weifeng agreed.
She was alone in the ward, and all her belongings were gone.
The prosecution materials and computer that occupied her daily time must have been "torn to pieces" in the hotel.
Of course, she didn't have the energy to think about work.
The only thing within reach is a mobile phone, which cannot be used to order takeout.
After opening it, I was surprised to find that the WeChat page was quite lively.
Sun Zhengxiao frantically took photos of her profile picture last night, using emojis and exclamation points to shout out an open secret:
[Why would Ning Sicheng call Jiang Yu by his name? ? ?]
[I asked, it really is Jiang Yu!!!]
[Detective!! Jiang Yu!! They all match up…]
A few hours had passed. Lin Weifeng simply smiled and replied, "Come pick me up tomorrow night. Bring a soft pillow."
She didn't explain much.
After exiting this dialog box, Xing Zhou also left a message:
[Zhou Rui, I'm here. Don't worry if you wake up.]
[Until I return to my country and send her home, you don't have to ask any questions.]
【You are more seriously injured, save your energy. 】
[Also, someone asked me for your WeChat, and I posted it without your permission.]
There are indeed new friend requests quietly lying in WeChat.
But it's not one person, it's two people.
She agreed to add "Lumia" first.
Meng Lu has been suffering from insomnia for a long time, and just happened to be awake at this moment. So, let me say this: [It seems he is awake.]
Lin Weifeng: [Yes.]
Rumiya: [It's okay if you wake up, but it's better if you shut up.]
Lin Weifeng ignored her and continued, "Are you going back to China next?"
Rumiya: [Why, I need to help you again? ]
Lin Weifeng said bluntly: [No demand at the moment.]
Rumia: [Maybe.]
Lin Weifeng suddenly had an idea: [Sun Zhengxiao is getting married early next month at Xun Song's former residence in downtown Jingjiang.]
Lumia was slightly speechless, sensing her "ulterior motives". She could not release too much kindness for the time being and said: "You and her are the people I hate most in my life."
Lin Weifeng smiled secretly: [Oh.]
The other application was from an English name, and Lin Weifeng knew that the person was Yang Xiuqi.
His avatar has appeared in "New Friends" many times, but Lin Weifeng had ignored it before.
This time, Lin Weifeng agreed.
She waited for a while, but there was no movement in the dialog box. She didn't know whether Yang Xiuqi was asleep or deliberately not talking.
So Lin Weifeng said:
【I'm alive. 】
【You live a good life too. 】
After several minutes, Yang Xiuqi replied:
【I am Yang Xiuqi.】
A harmless introduction, like a greeting, but also like letting go.
In fact, Yang Xiuqi had just left the ward not long ago.
On the quiet row of chairs, Yang Xiuqi and Jiang Yu sat two seats apart, both looking a little tired.
Yang Xiuqi was so unfamiliar with Jiang Yu that his first question was, "Who are you?"
"My name is Jiang Yu." He said frankly.
Yang Xiuqi still had more questions: "Did you really do X overnight?" He left a word blank.
“…”
Lin Weifeng, look at what you have done.
Jiang Yu said: "I knew her earlier than you."
Yang Xiuqi sighed heavily: "I am short-sighted and didn't realize that you and she..." He still couldn't find the right words.
Jiang Yu stared at the white wall in front of him and said calmly, "I've always known you."
"When I went to Breeze's house that year, were you there too?"
"Um."
"Heh," Yang Xiuqi raised his hand and rubbed the back of his ear, "Sure enough, that day was a turning point..."
Jiang Yu said, "There are many twists and turns. Whatever day you want, it will be that day."
Yang Xiuqi's inner emotions were not stable enough, but he was able to control himself from going crazy.
After a while, he asked calmly, "Is she seriously injured?"
Jiang Yu moved his body slightly at this time and gave a cold affirmative answer: "A little bit."
"I didn't expect that being a lawyer is so dangerous," said Yang Xiuqi.
Whenever interests are involved, the end point of extremism is crime.
Jiang Yu said kindly, "You should also be careful."
His tone was normal and his expression was calm, as if the two of them were not rivals in love and as if they were on the same side.
Yang Xiuqi sneered twice.
It was like laughing at this inappropriate situation, and also like laughing at his own jealousy.
Jiang Yu was so calm and composed that even if they fell out, Yang Xiuqi knew it wouldn't affect him.
Yang Xiuqi was getting a little impatient and said, "I'm leaving now. I'll go back and explain her situation to Director Hu and the others."
Jiang Yu spoke like a family member: "Thank you for your hard work."
Yang Xiuqi struggled, "How about I buy her something to eat? She'll definitely be hungry when she wakes up."
"I'll be fine."
Yang Xiuqi: "..."
The two looked at each other. The difference in sync between them was so great that they couldn't even have an argument.
But in the end, Yang Xiuqi still won. He told Jiang Yu: "Then be careful when you buy it. She doesn't eat onions."
Jiang Yu didn't say anything.
because……
He really doesn't know yet.
Come to think of it, they hadn't even dated yet.
I never went for a walk, watched a movie, or had a meal...
It really echoes a one-night stand.
The moonlight lengthened Jiang Yu's shadow.
Most of the small shops open 24 hours a day around here sell fried skewers and seafood noodle shops. People with skin injuries should not eat at these two places.
The sky is dark blue, and the breeze is caressing the branches.
Jiang Yu walked deeper into the streets and alleys and finally found a clear soup rice noodle shop. He ordered one.
Just as Yang Xiuqi said, he asked for no onions.
While waiting, he drank some water and swallowed the heat in his heart.
He stood outside the house, feeling the breeze, his eyes somewhat empty, his gaze wandering in the empty air.
The night in the park was very quiet, so quiet that he had to face his own gloomy and ambiguous inner voice, the voice that almost killed him -
"You want to be a police officer?"
Jiang Yu remembered a face and his voice.
If the damage hadn't spread to Lin Weifeng, perhaps we could have let it go.
One day during his junior year, Jiang Yu got a scratch on his forehead on the sweat-soaked lawn of the police academy playground.
On the way to the school hospital, we passed by a small building of the Special Affairs Group whose iron door was always only half open.
He looked at his reflection in the glass door, wanting to see his new wounds, and accidentally discovered someone standing behind him.
The man was wearing a hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled down too low, hiding his entire face in shadow.
He asked Jiang Yu directly: "Do you want to be a policeman?"
His voice didn't sound young. Jiang Yu looked up and saw that he did look like a man of his father's generation, except that his skin was not as wrinkled.
The look in his eyes was a little fierce and a little inhuman.
Jiang Yu nodded politely, thinking that this was a police academy.
Unexpectedly, the man in front of me said, "Your shooting is good, but police officers are not the only ones who can use guns, kid."
The rice noodle soup was boiling.
Jiang Yu looked at himself through the glass at the entrance of the store.
He still remembered that the man said to him before leaving: "I used to be a policeman too."
For some reason, at this moment, Jiang Yu couldn't get rid of this person's voice and appearance, and his heart felt like it was nailed by an ice pick.
Perhaps it was because he was so anxious today that all the fear in his heart was brought out.
After taking the rice noodles, the phone vibrates.
It's his other phone.
Received an encrypted email.
Someone sent him a string of coded messages.
The first sentence is: A Ge is one of us, but you did the right thing.
The second sentence asked him: Will you help me?
The road in the park is very long, like a road that cannot be turned back, and also like a shore that is still waiting for him to return.
He didn't reply anything and just returned to the ward as usual.
Lin Weifeng turned his gaze: "You're back."
Jiang Yu said, "I'm back."
He held a packaged hyacinth flower in his arms, put the rice noodles in place, and handed it to Lin Weifeng.
"It's from the hospital's flower convenience store. I bought it when I saw it," he said.
Lin Weifeng held the flower, smelled its fragrance, slowly sat up, and said with a smile: "This is probably the only property I can bring back home."
Jiang Yu opened the rice noodle package under her gaze and replied, "The computer and files are indeed unusable."
"Fortunately, the brain is not injured." Lin Weifeng poked his solar plexus and said optimistically, "As long as the wisdom is there, the country will be there."
Jiang Yu placed the small bowl of rice noodles in front of her and said, "Only when you are full can you be full of wisdom."
Lin Weifeng smiled gently.
The steam from the bowl was like a small cloud of mist, burying her entire face in it.
He used disposable chopsticks to stir the soup noodles to confirm there were no green onions. Then he let her lower her head and drink a sip of the soup. He said, "Yang Xiuqi said you don't eat green onions."
He deliberately emphasized the tone of the first half of the sentence.
This name still aroused Lin Weifeng's alert system, and she immediately said: "I eat it, I eat onions."
"oh?"
"People change," Lin Weifeng vowed, "I don't eat garlic now."
Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and smiled: "I remember."
He picked up a few noodles with chopsticks and fed them to her, and she slurped them seriously.
After a few mouthfuls, Lin Weifeng emphasized, "Jiang Yu, don't listen to others. They're just hearsay evidence and not strong enough. You have to get the news firsthand, okay? Otherwise, you'll be further away from the truth."
Hearing her voice becoming more and more lively, Jiang Yu said, "It seems that the painkillers are really working."
Lin Weifeng hooked his little finger: "You are also my painkiller."
The curtains were half-drawn, and moonlight leaked through the gap, forming a thin line that just cut through his shadow.
Jiang Yu pulled the curtains completely and walked back with disposable cotton pads and sterile saline in his hand.
"Change the dressing." His voice was low and surprisingly gentle.
Lin Weifeng said "Oh" obediently.
She turned her head, slowly raised her hand, and moved the ends of her hair stuck to her neck, with her back to him.
Jiang Yu knelt on one knee beside the bed and folded up the hem of her hospital gown.
Because the wound was pulled, he hissed.
"pain."
Her breathing quickened and his hand paused.
This word was like a thin needle, suddenly piercing Jiang Yu's heart.
Lin Weifeng immediately added: "But it's okay, continue."
There was only one bedside lamp on in the room, its warm yellow light making the scar on her back appear even redder. It ran from her shoulder and neck, diagonally to her waist, as if it had been burned, and the edges were swollen and shiny.
Jiang Yu's knuckles were slightly pale, and they were far less stable than when he was holding a gun.
He calmed himself down, dipped a cotton pad in disinfectant, and pressed it gently.
The first time, her back visibly straightened; the second time, she couldn't help but dig her fingertips into the bed sheets.
The cotton pad wiped the most red and swollen area, and blood seeped out.
Jiang Yu's movements stopped and started again, his thumb hovering above the wound, hesitant to let it go.
"Jiang Yu," she suddenly called him, reaching out her hand, her fingertips touching the protruding veins on his wrist, "I knew you would come."
Her voice was hoarse with pain, but her tone seemed to be giving him courage.
Jiang Yu took a deep breath and continued to apply the medicine.
The movement was slower but steadier than before, like wiping a fragile artifact.
After applying the medicine, he applied the sterile dressing and pressed the edge of the tape with his fingertips to make sure it wouldn't curl up.
He leaned over and placed a very light kiss on the spot on her shoulder blade closest to the wound.
As the clothes were slowly put down, Lin Weifeng's breathing gradually slowed down.
Jiang Yu sat beside her and was silent for a while before he dared to reach out and gently hold her in his arms, avoiding the wound on her back.
"Get some sleep," he said. "I'll be watching."
His brows were furrowed, and Lin Weifeng slowly raised his hand and gently smoothed out the deep wrinkle.
Lin Weifeng buried her face in the crook of his neck and said in a muffled voice, "I can't sleep."
He lowered his head and kissed the swirl of her hair.
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