12 The lingering sound | Do you have his contact information?
Lin Weifeng really didn't know Jiang Yu would say that.
When the reporter stationed at Tolanxi from Zhao Duan's team contacted Jiang Yu for the first time, he gave him a detailed answer template, the content of which was the same as what Zhao Duan had asked of Lin Weifeng.
But Jiang Yu refused, first telling the stationed reporter: "This will mislead the public."
The station reporter, taking the overall situation into consideration, said, "The station is producing this news series primarily to build momentum for the establishment of the Interpol Liaison Office. To demonstrate the current professionalism and international capabilities of our Jingjiang Interpol, we feel that Officer Jiang's response would be better this way."
Jiang Yu said firmly, "But these 'purposes' you mentioned require me to pass all the organization's assessments within these three months, not just some exaggerated news."
The reporter fell silent, smiled sheepishly, and said, "But the hostage on the other side, Ms. Lin, has already been interviewed in this way."
Jiang Yu's expression suddenly turned cold: "You have no right to ask her to say that."
"She cooperated." The reporter's confidence gradually weakened.
Jiang Yu said, "I'm sorry, but if you must interview me, I have my answer."
After all, the resident reporter was far away from Zhao Duan himself, so he thought of recording a version and sending it to the station first, so there was tonight's news.
Lin Weifeng strolled back home leisurely, feeling in a rare good mood.
She hummed a song while taking a bath, and felt that her eyes and eyebrows were picturesque when she looked in the mirror. She hugged Gu Chengxiu for a while, then stuck close to Lin Haidong, and finally returned to the room, jumping and skipping with twisting steps and graceful posture.
As the night grew darker, Lin Weifeng sat at the head of the bed, and the surroundings were very quiet.
Gu Chengxiu had Lin Weifeng's dress dry-cleaned these past few days. When he opened the door, he saw her staring at the dull documentary on TV and grinning. "What good thing happened?"
"Mom," she waved, letting Gu Chengxiu sit on the edge of the bed, "Nothing happened. I'm just happy. Only happy."
"That means you met someone."
"No." Lin Weifeng kept his mouth tightly shut.
Gu Chengxiu continued, "Then the only thing left is who to think of."
Lin Weifeng's eyes suddenly became soft and gentle, and her chest rose and fell violently. She paused, then shook her head violently.
She tugged at the flowers on the hem of her dress and changed the subject: "Mom, a few flowers on my dress are getting tangled. Can you help me embroider them?"
"Need you to remind me? I've already done it for you."
"Really? I'm not very perceptive."
"But this dress has been with you for a long time, and the lining is a bit worn through. Now that your career is thriving, why don't you buy a new one? I'll even embroider some twined flowers on it for you."
"No," Lin Weifeng stroked the surface of the dress. Thinking of Yang Xiuqi saying that the dress was old today, he pulled it closer to his chest unconvinced. "With dresses, one is enough. The longer you wear it, the more stories you'll have."
"Okay, then mom will hang it up for you."
Gu Chengxiu opened the closet, hung up the dress, tidied up briefly, closed the door and left.
Everything was just as ordinary as usual, but Lin Weifeng felt that today's peace was even better.
She suddenly remembered the corridor that day and the silence when the central air conditioning was forced to stop.
There was also the minute in the elevator of Anhe Hotel when Jiang Yu took her to the tenth floor and no one dared to speak.
At that time, Lin Weifeng lifted the hem of her skirt and walked out of the elevator lightly. She turned slowly and said in a restrained and soft voice, "I'm here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator door began to close.
At this time, two people stretched out their hands towards each other, one on each side, leaving a gap.
The elevator door reopened, and the two people's eyes naturally intertwined, as if they had unfinished words.
However, Jiang Yu only said: "I know."
Hearing the tense sound, Lin Weifeng withdrew his hand, covered his nose and smiled.
When she lowered her head, she saw Jiang Yu's long, slanted shadow extending straight to the hem of her skirt under the soft light of the elevator.
The cello music in the hall was deep and melodious. People passing by did not see the panic of gunfire and hail of bullets. A sense of security surrounded her.
A gunfight, even if there are no injuries, is a bit stressful.
But the eyes they looked at each other were passionate and bold, accompanied by the blooming flowers all over the ground.
A few seconds later, someone came and wanted to take the elevator downstairs. Lin Weifeng then took a step back and waved goodbye to Jiang Yu.
They looked at each other until the last second before the elevator door closed, looking aimlessly.
In the soft light that was gradually separated by the door panels, no one knew whose heart was surging.
As she was thinking, she unplugged her phone that was charging and opened the chat room with Song Ze again.
This time, she decisively sent a message: [Song Ze, do you have Jiang Yu's contact information? ]
Song Ze was on duty today and did not respond in time.
But Lin Weifeng was still in a good mood. She watched documentaries, looked at her mobile phone, and looked at the materials she had prepared to become the legal advisor of Jingjiang Museum. She was doing her own work very fulfillingly.
Because her body was still adjusting to the time difference at home, she fell asleep peacefully before 8:30.
When I woke up at night, it was 2:30 in the morning. It was drizzling outside the window, rustling and very pleasant to the ear.
She rubbed her eyes and found that Song Ze replied to her: [Jiang Yu? I don’t have his contact information.]
Lin Weifeng opened his eyes wide, in disbelief: [Aren't you college roommates? Why don't you have any contact information?]
Song Ze was resting in the station at the moment, so he called Lin Weifeng directly: "Are you still asleep?"
"Just woke up."
"Indeed, it will take a few days to adjust to the jet lag."
Lin Weifeng got straight to the point: "How come you don't have Jiang Yu's contact information?"
"Jiang Yu is extremely low-key."
"Get to the point!" Lin Weifeng was probably a little angry. He sat up straight and didn't give any patience. "Aren't you his friend?"
"He's a friend, of course he's a friend. We were inseparable back in school, but..." Song Ze calmed down as soon as he got to work, and didn't keep the secret. "He stopped using the WeChat account we used in college. Everyone got a new number after joining the company, so I didn't ask for his contact information."
"Why not?"
"That's a stretch, but he's kind of handsome, remember?"
Lin Weifeng swallowed and said, "Hmm."
How could I not remember?
"I was spotted by a young lady from the opposite school."
“…”
"During my senior year, I practically mobilized a huge army to pursue Lao Jiang. To add him on WeChat, Missy recruited all of our classmates, treated us to milk tea and barbecue, and finally got him. At the time, Lao Jiang had no guard against women, so he foolishly agreed to the friend request, only to discover it was a vigorous pursuit."
Lin Weifeng asked weakly, "He... doesn't like taking the initiative?"
"That's really proactive..." Song Ze chuckled.
Lin Weifeng listened attentively.
Song Ze: "In the process of gathering together, all the classmates became their mutual friends. When Lao Jiang clicked a like or made a comment, they would come up to him and talk about how they liked him." As he spoke, Song Ze laughed out loud.
Lin Weifeng was a little puzzled: "Can a girl's WeChat account make him give up the WeChat account he used in college?"
I feel that he is brave and resourceful, so it shouldn't be that serious.
"You're half right." Song Ze emphasized the last two words.
"half?"
"Didn't I tell you before that he has someone he likes?"
Lin Weifeng's heart trembled: "Yeah."
"I pursue girls I don't like madly and openly on WeChat, but I don't even add girls I like on WeChat."
"Ah... so miserable."
"After that, he rarely used WeChat anymore."
Song Ze laughed in bursts, and some of the laughter stimulated Lin Weifeng's brain circuit.
She asked, "You mean... Jiang Yu and the girl he likes, are not - not together -" She dragged out the tone.
Song Ze said as a matter of course: "What else?"
Maybe it was because he was too happy today, but at this moment, Lin Weifeng couldn't help but smile.
But she pretended to be fierce and accused Song Ze: "Then why didn't you tell me last time!"
"Last time? Which time?" Song Ze had no idea what Lin Weifeng was angry about. "Come to think of it, Lao Jiang wasn't very sociable when he was in college. I bet, apart from classmates, all the girls he met were introduced by me. Even so, he did a damn good job of keeping secrets. I don't even know the name of the person he liked, where she was from, or if she was a girl. What the hell am I talking about!"
“…”
I'm getting nervous again.
Lin Weifeng remained calm and returned to the point: "Then please give me the WeChat ID and phone number you know."
Song Ze said a lot, and only then did he react: "Hey, you... are not quite right?"
Even though they were on the phone, Lin Weifeng's face turned red and his whole body began to heat up.
"No." She said weakly.
Song Ze became tougher: "Tell me, what do you want with him? He's just gossiping with you."
There was no other way, so she made up for it, "It's just... I had a meeting today about recovering the stolen cultural relics in Jingjiang. We need to contact Interpol to see if any organizations or individuals have reported the stolen cultural relics we're looking for in the past thirty years. The only person I know of who works in this unit and who I could probably contact with some effort is Jiang Yu."
Lin Weifeng scratched his hair as he spoke, feeling a little nervous.
Song Ze listened and believed it, thinking it made sense, and didn't plan to delve into it any further.
However, he did not do what Lin Weifeng expected. He said objectively and forcefully: "Then I will ask the Municipal Bureau and give you his colleague's office phone number. You can let the Municipal Bureau do it publicly. It will be more convenient."
"No, no, no..." She quickly denied it three times.
"What?"
As a lawyer, Lin Weifeng used his ability to bluff with well-reasoned arguments, stating word by word, "This meeting is confidential. Even the Cultural Relics Bureau hasn't participated. How can we have a public-to-public discussion? No, absolutely not. We can't participate. We're still collecting evidence, and the initiative must be in our hands."
"Oh, I see..." Perhaps because he was busy with work, Song Ze was unexpectedly easy to talk tonight.
Of course, Song Ze would not believe that Lin Weifeng was thinking about men.
Lin Weifeng: "Yeah, yes, that's right."
"Since you can't ask, then fine."
Lin Weifeng was confident: "That's right, that's right, just give it to me."
"I'll send it to you right away. I'm going on a police mission. Bye."
Dispatching the police was important, so Song Ze did not send it to Lin Weifeng immediately.
Lin Weifeng didn't urge him anymore and slept intermittently until the next day. He went to work after breakfast.
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