Chapter 15 Skylark (Four chapters in one)
◎Go to sleep in the bird's nest◎
Ji Jinmao was shocked, raised his head suddenly, and stumbled towards the elevator: "Go to the tenth floor, go to the tenth floor, there is a window at the end of the corridor, you can climb out from there!"
Xu Songling was still urging, "Where's He Mingyu? Have you called the police station? When will the police dog come?" Suddenly, he saw Ji Jinmao rushing out like he had lost his soul, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Zhao Xiangwan's heart almost jumped out of his throat.
When I first came here, I could see from a distance a long billboard hanging high on the west side of the hotel. At night, neon lights would light up, flashing red, green and yellow lights that blinded people.
The neon sign of the Four Seasons Hotel is about nine meters long and welded to the wall with steel pipes. If Ji Zhao really climbs up there, it could be fatal!
It's the tenth floor. How much load-bearing capacity can the steel frame supporting the lighthouse have? A grown man is sitting on it, swinging his arms and legs. What if it collapses?
"Captain Xu, President Ji has thought of a place. Ji Zhao might be there. Let's hurry up and follow him." Following Zhao Xiangwan's explanation, everyone rushed to the staircase.
Tenth floor.
The wind is blowing.
The neon lights shine through the windows, painting the corridor floor with colorful colors.
Ji Jinmao leaned against the window, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Ji Zhao——"
Three triangular steel frames were welded to the wall at one end, and the other end supported a nine-meter-high signboard. The scattered wires swayed in the air, and the lights decorated the night beautifully.
There was a man sitting on the bottom steel frame.
He stood facing the window, with his hands raised flat, his feet swinging slowly back and forth.
He was wearing a white shirt and khaki pants, with messy bangs covering his eyebrows and eyes as bright as stars in the sky.
Ji Zhao was immersed in his own world, deaf to any external sounds. The night wind blew from afar, caressing his cheeks, ears, fingertips, and toes, gently wrapping and entangling him.
Xu Songling dragged Ji Jinmao back and shouted, "Why are you shouting? What if you disturb him and fall down?"
Ji Jinmao was completely panicked, with tears and snot streaming down his face. He grabbed Xu Songling's arm tightly and spoke breathlessly.
"What should I do? What should I do? If he dies, I will die too! I only have this one son, and he is the only one in our Ji family. My father died early, and I was raised by my mother. When Ji Zhao was born, Dan Feng had a severe hemorrhage and almost died, so I made up my mind to get a vasectomy. Dan Feng and I only have this one son, and my mother only has this one grandson..."
Worrying too much will lead to confusion. At this moment, Ji Jinmao does not look like the richest man at all. He even said something as private as "vasectomy". He is just like a grieving old father who is worried about his son's life and death.
Luo Yihui rushed over and supported Ji Jinmao, with a guilty look on his face: "Uncle, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I'll persuade him."
Seeing Luo Yihui, whom he trusted so much, Ji Jinmao wanted to slap him twice.
Knowing that Ji Zhao had autism, didn't know how to express himself when he was wronged, and could only be bullied when alone, how could he leave Ji Zhao alone on the terrace for more than ten minutes?
Just ten minutes is enough to kill someone several times!
What's the point of apologizing? What's the point of apologizing? If anything happens to Ji Zhao, Ji Jinmao will strangle Luo Yihui first!
However, when he heard Luo Yihui say that he was going to persuade Ji Zhao, and thought that they were of the same age and had grown up together, Ji Zhao might be able to listen to him, Ji Jinmao felt a glimmer of hope in his heart. He blew a snot bubble, raised his hand to wipe his face, and tried to calm himself down: "Then keep your voice down and persuade him to come back."
With Ji Jinmao's consent, Luo Yihui stepped closer to the window and looked at Ji Zhao who was sitting on the steel frame.
Luo Yihui's face was dyed with various colors by the colorful lights, red, green, blue, yellow, changing unpredictably.
The atmosphere was tense.
Xu Songling remained calm in the face of danger. He quietly arranged for someone to call the special police and firefighters for support. He also asked someone to find a fire safety rope and prepared to go into battle himself to rescue people.
Lu Manning's legs felt weak and she held onto the corridor wall, gasping for breath.
Zhao Xiangwan held his breath and stared closely at Luo Yihui's every move. Thinking of Feng Hongying's scolding Luo Yihui in her heart, Zhao Xiangwan became more alert and wanted to hear clearly what he was thinking.
But--
I heard nothing.
A thick barrier seemed to have erected itself in Luo Yihui's heart, and he could hear nothing.
The mind-reading technique failed, and Zhao Xiangwan became more alert.
People with deep thoughts will hide their thoughts very deeply and will not easily reveal them. Only when they are emotionally excited can we get a glimpse of them.
Zhao Xiangwan slowly approached, looking at the handsome and sunny young man in front of him without leaving any trace.
He wore a slim-fitting black shirt, black trousers, black leather shoes, and a black belt around his waist. Because of the black outfit, the gold belt buckle was particularly eye-catching. Even though Zhao Xiangwan was not familiar with luxury brands, he could tell that the belt was worth a lot of money.
Ji Zhao's mother is Luo Yihui's aunt. They look similar, both with fair skin and black eyes. However, Luo Yihui has a big mouth, thin lips, short hair, and a broad forehead, which makes him look more masculine than Ji Zhao.
Luo Yihui began to speak.
No one dared to say a word and tried to lower their breathing for fear of disturbing Ji Zhao.
"Ji Zhao, have you had enough fun? Are you hungry? Come home and have dinner."
Luo Yihui's voice was gentle and relaxed, as if two old friends who had not seen each other for a long time met by chance on the road and were chatting familiarly.
Zhao Xiangwan stood a foot behind Luo Yihui. When he saw the flashing neon lights, his pupils suddenly shrank.
When humans see something of interest, their pupils will dilate significantly; conversely, when they see someone or something they hate, their pupils will suddenly shrink.
Changes in pupils are not under people's conscious control, so it is difficult to fake.
Although he couldn't hear Luo Yihui's inner voice, Zhao Xiangwan came to a conclusion through the changes in his micro-expressions - Luo Yihui didn't like and even hated Ji Zhao.
The story of the landlord's fool son that Feng Hongying used to provoke Ji Zhao was also told to her by Luo Yihui. If he did it on purpose, then this person's scheming was beyond imagination.
"Ji Zhao, I just left for a while, why are you here? You haven't eaten anything at the thank-you banquet tonight, come on, let's go eat together."
Luo Yihui's eyes were moving rapidly from bottom to top, and stopped at the upper right corner.
When people construct images and sounds in their minds, their eyes turn upward and to the right.
When do people need to construct visuals and sounds themselves? Usually when they are trying to use their imagination and create something out of thin air.
Now Luo Yihui is neither painting nor writing novels, and is not working. His efforts to fabricate images and sounds are obviously to cover up the truth, which is to lie.
Lie? Was Luo Yihui's claim of leaving because of stomachache a lie? He left on purpose, why?
"Don't you want to eat? That won't work. If you're hungry, your aunt and uncle will strangle me to death. Haha..." Luo Yihui opened his mouth slightly exaggerated and laughed.
Ji Zhaoping's raised hands changed, one higher than the other.
Ji Jinmao's eyes lit up, and he lowered his voice to urge Luo Yihui: "He has responded, let him come back quickly."
Luo Yihui hummed, and a strange light flashed in his eyes: "Ji Zhao, it's dark and windy, you must be cold, right? How about this, you stand up slowly, and I'll catch you."
Ji Zhao's hands began to shake slightly up and down, and he slowly turned his head. The neon lights made his dark eyes shine brightly, like two beautiful gems.
When Ji Zhao turned his face towards the hotel corridor, Zhao Xiangwan could see clearly that his tightly pursed lips were a little dry, his hair was messy, and his whole body was shaking slightly. His eyes were confused and his pupils were unfocused, as if he was still in a dream.
This state is wrong.
Taking a step closer, Zhao Xiangwan finally understood Ji Zhao's heart.
His inner world is different from that of ordinary people.
After acquiring the ability to read minds, Zhao Xiangwan saw ordinary people as radios. As long as he tuned in, the voice of his heart would reach his ears. Ji Zhao, on the other hand, was like a black-and-white TV. When he got close to him, dynamic images appeared in Zhao Xiangwan's mind.
——The wilderness was covered with thick snow, snowflakes fell to the ground, and it was desolate and silent. A pure white skylark flew across the sky, flapping its wings desperately, trying to find a branch to rest on.
Luo Yihui's voice was full of hypnotic temptation: "Very good, don't look down, move slowly, first stand up with the help of the pole next to you, then walk over on the iron frame. It's okay, I'll extend my hand to you, you walk in this direction."
Ji Jinmao stared at Ji Zhao's every move nervously, feeling uneasy. He hoped that Ji Zhao would obey and come over by himself, but he was also afraid that he would fall down accidentally.
As Luo Yihui's voice sounded, the originally quiet scene in Ji Zhao's heart suddenly became noisy. The strong wind swept up the thick snow on the ground, whistling and raging. The wings of the skylark were blown by the strong wind and began to circle at a low altitude.
In Ji Zhao's world, he transformed himself into this skylark. No wonder he sat on the iron frame, because only here could he flap his "wings", strive to fly, and break out of this silent wilderness.
Luo Yihui's words did not comfort Ji Zhao, but instead disturbed his calm mind.
"Ji Zhao, I'm waiting for you here, come quickly. Your father, your mother, and Feng's mother, Duan Yong... they are all waiting for you."
The neon lights flickered, Ji Zhao suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at Luo Yihui.
【Finally! 】
Luo Yihui's emotions fluctuated, and a crack appeared in the originally thick barrier, and Zhao Xiangwan heard his inner voice. Just two words, but Zhao Xiangwan's adrenaline surged.
This Luo Yihui is a master of psychology, he is looking for Ji Zhao's weakness. And now, he finally found it!
[Mother Feng's words really succeeded in stimulating Ji Zhao. I didn't expect that Ji Zhao, who didn't care about anything, could be so emotionally aroused by the story of the landlord's idiot son. His eyes finally focused, and he obviously began to actively accept external information.]
"Aunt Feng..." Luo Yihui was about to continue, but Ji Jinmao quickly covered his mouth.
Although Ji Jinmao is fat, his movements are very flexible. He also noticed that Ji Zhao was not right. He covered Luo Yihui's mouth tightly and shouted in a low voice: "Mother Feng has been fired, don't mention her again!"
Ji Jinmao heard Zhao Xiangwan say that Feng Ma's words irritated Ji Zhao, so he decided to drive this person away from Ji Zhao. How could he let Luo Yihui mention her name again? Ji Zhao was in danger now and could not afford to make any mistakes. He absolutely could not let Luo Yihui talk nonsense.
Luo Yihui blinked, made a "hmm" sound, and nodded repeatedly.
Ji Jinmao then let go of his hand and warned him, "Be careful with your words."
Luo Yihui once again raised his psychological barrier, not letting out a single word from his heart. But Zhao Xiangwan already knew that he was not a good person, so how could he dare to let him speak?
Zhao Xiangwan took two steps back and whispered in Zhu Feipeng's ear: "Detain him!"
"What?" Zhu Feipeng did not react for a while and asked back. Luo Yihui had been trying to appease Ji Zhao's emotions and lure him back on his own. Why did Zhao Xiangwan detain him?
“He has a problem.”
Zhao Xiangwan's voice was short and soft, but it carried undoubted power, which made Zhu Feipeng act quickly.
Like a tiger descending from the mountain, Zhu Feipeng, who was in first-class physical condition, flashed by. In full view of everyone, he grabbed Luo Yihui's arm, pushed and twisted it, and tied his hands behind his back.
With a push of his right elbow, Luo Yihui's entire face was pressed against the corridor wall.
Luo Yihui had just been covered by Ji Jinmao's mouth, and before he could catch his breath, he was controlled by Zhu Feipeng again. He didn't care about the pain in his cheeks and arms, and shouted: "You, what are you doing!"
Lu Manning didn't understand what was going on, and hurriedly pulled her son away: "Xiao Peng, what are you doing? He is the nephew of the president's wife, and he is saving people!"
Zhao Xiangwan looked around and saw a crowd of people crowded in the corridor. The special police and firefighters had not arrived yet. Xu Songling was worried that Ji Zhao would not be able to hold on for too long, so he took out the safety rope and put it on himself, preparing to climb out and forcibly bring Ji Zhao back.
If Ji Zhao is emotionally unstable, Xu Songling's plan may not work.
Zhao Xiangwan took a deep breath and explained to Ji Jinmao: "Luo Yihui's words have already irritated Ji Zhao. We can't let him speak again."
"Okay." Ji Jinmao was skeptical, but since it was about his son's life and death, he chose to trust the police. He waved his hand to let the bodyguards retreat, signaling them to take Luo Yihui away from the scene.
Luo Yihui struggled and shouted: "Uncle, Ji Zhao needs me, Ji Zhao needs me! Let me help him——"
Zhao Xiangwan gave him a cold look and said, "Shut up!"
Luo Yihui was startled and kept silent with a guilty conscience.
Without Luo Yihui's voice, the crowd standing in the corridor quieted down, and Xu Songling, tied with a safety rope, slowly approached the window.
Ji Zhao's body suddenly moved outward half an inch.
"Creaky—" The steel frame finally couldn't bear the force and began to shake.
A wire came loose, and the Four Seasons Hotel sign went dark, making a harsh crackling sound.
Ji Jinmao turned pale, stretched out his hand to stop Xu Songling who was about to jump up, and begged, "No, no, Ji Zhao doesn't like strangers to get close to him."
[I can't put him in danger, I can't provoke him anymore. Ji Zhao is different from ordinary people, he has his own world. I am incompetent and can't protect him. I deserve to die! I don't even know why Ji Zhao didn't stay in the studio, why he climbed up the billboard alone! I am not worthy of being his father. ]
Ji Jinmao's love for his son is passionate and selfless.
Even though she was not a normal person, even though she did not respond to his love, Ji Jinmao still stayed with her and treated her as his life.
"Let me try."
The night wind blew Zhao Xiangwan's hair in front of her forehead, and the flickering neon lights made her face look a little mysterious.
Ji Jinmao looked at the girl in front of him.
He didn't know Zhao Xiangwan and always thought she was Xu Songling's subordinate. Judging from the process of her interrogation of Feng Hongying just now, although she was young, her methods were extremely sophisticated.
Let her try? What is she going to do?
Zhao Xiangwan knew what he was thinking and said softly, "I'll communicate with Ji Zhao."
Xu Songling refused to let Zhao Xiangwan come forward and pulled her back: "Why are you joining in the fun? This is not an interrogation of a suspect. Your tricks are useless."
Zhu Feipeng also advised her: "Yes, little sister, don't be so stubborn. Human life is at stake, and you are still a student."
The autumn wind was blowing, and Ji Zhao felt cold and tired. However, he saw a figure swaying back and forth at the window, which made him feel even more uneasy, and he tried to move his body outward.
"Ka--" the steel frame made another strange sound.
Ji Jinmao was so frightened that he cried out to him, "Ji Zhao, don't move!"
The situation is urgent and there is no time for hesitation.
Zhao Xiangwan rushed to the window and shouted, "Ji Zhao, please stop the wind. It's too windy and we can't fly."
Ji Zhao's back suddenly stiffened and he stopped moving.
The steel frame shook and then stabilized.
Although no one understood what Zhao Xiangwan said, they all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the figure outside the window stopped moving.
Ji Jinmao bit his lips tightly, trying to control his nervous and excited emotions.
From the time when his son first learned to speak to when he grew up, Ji Jinmao devoted all his love to his son during these twenty-one years. He tried countless times and failed countless times because he knew Ji Zhao too well.
Even though he simply stopped moving, Ji Jinmao knew that Ji Zhao had given positive feedback to Zhao Xiangwan's words!
I cried and shouted, but Ji Zhao turned a deaf ear to it;
Luo Yihui tried to comfort him, but Ji Zhao's hands, feet, head and neck shook even more violently.
But when Zhao Xiangwan told him to stop, he stopped!
Ji Jinmao no longer had any doubts, tears welled up in his eyes, and he choked up and begged Zhao Xiangwan: "Go on, talk to him again."
Xu Songling frowned and gritted his teeth secretly.
This girl is so brave! Ji Zhao in front of him is the only son of the richest man in Xing City. If anything happens to him, who will be held responsible? Xu Songling still has the support of the Criminal Investigation Brigade. All his actions are in line with his duties.
But what about Zhao Xiangwan? She was just a freshman, how could she dare to fight a suicidal person alone?
In the police station, when encountering such a situation, negotiation experts are responsible for communicating with the other party. Even if they have studied psychology and have rich negotiation experience, the experts dare not guarantee that they can communicate normally with autistic patients!
Xu Songling looked disapproving, wondering how to protect her if anything happened.
Zhu Feipeng stared at Zhao Xiangwan excitedly. His admiration for the strong man made him feel that the girl in front of him was as beautiful as a painting, even more beautiful than the gorgeous neon lights.
Zhao Xiangwan's entire attention was focused on Ji Zhao, who was three meters away from her.
"If you're tired of flying, just stop for a while." Her voice carried a magical power that successfully soothed Ji Zhao's anxious mood.
——The wind stopped and the snow stopped. The skylarks no longer circled, but flapped their wings happily.
[Without branches, there is no stopping. 】
An elegant young boy's voice suddenly appeared in Zhao Xiangwan's mind.
Is this Ji Zhao's voice? Can he speak? Is he willing to communicate with me?
Zhao Xiangwan tried hard to control his excitement and gently guided him: "How difficult is it to draw a tree? Just draw one."
For the first time, someone was able to see through his heart, knowing that he was very tired from flying and that he wanted to find a place to rest. Ji Zhao chose to trust Zhao Xiangwan's words unconditionally.
Draw a tree? An invisible brush suddenly appeared in Ji Zhao's world, and with a light stroke, a tree appeared. The skylark, which had long been tired of flying, chirped happily, flapped its wings and flew towards the tree, and randomly found a branch to rest on.
A smile appeared on Ji Zhao's lips, faint and pure as crystal.
Ji Jinmao saw it clearly, and tears rolled down his cheeks. Ah, his son smiled! He hadn't smiled like this for a long time.
He looked at Zhao Xiangwan with great enthusiasm, and he wanted to worship her. This girl is a treasure! She is Ji Zhao's savior!
Xu Songling was also somewhat moved.
Autism, also known as autism disorder, is characterized by indifference to emotions, refusal to communicate, delayed language development, repetitive and stereotyped behaviors, and significant limitations in the range of interests. The recognition of autism in China has just begun, and only a few years ago did psychology professors abroad attempt systematic intervention and treatment.
Even the best foreign psychologists were at a loss as to how to deal with this autistic patient, but Zhao Xiangwan actually made him react positively with just a few words? This is incredible!
All kinds of praise and admiration flooded into Zhao Xiangwan's mind, but she was calm. For the first time, she discovered that mind reading could see the other person's mind world, and she was groping forward.
Ji Zhao's inner thoughts are presented through the painting. In the painting, he is a little skylark, trying hard to fly. Does this mean that he also wants to get out of the empty and lonely snowfield?
He is a painting genius who can present the images he sees realistically and perfectly. His paintings are full of brilliant colors. Why are the images in his mind black and white?
Since he can add objects to his inner world at will, why can't he draw colors?
Thinking that it was because of his reminder that Ji Zhao painted the big tree, Zhao Xiangwan had a vague idea - is it possible that Ji Zhao does not know that he is the master of the spiritual world?
His inner world changes with his emotions. Ji Zhao is like an ignorant child, passively accepting this world and not knowing how to change.
Zhao Xiangwan tried to speak: "Let's draw a bird's nest on the tree, put feathers and dry grass in the nest, and cover it with thick leaves to block the wind and rain, and keep it comfortable and warm."
【good.】
Ji Zhao's voice was filled with childlike joy. For the first time, he felt the joy of creating the world. The invisible paintbrush appeared again, and a warm bird's nest appeared between the branches.
"Go and sleep in the bird's nest."
The skylark chirped joyfully, flapped its wings and hopped into the bird's nest, then pecked at the dry twigs around it happily as if it had found a new toy.
"It's comfortable, isn't it? No matter how noisy it is outside, just ignore it. It's the wind shaking the branches."
Ji Zhao was very obedient. He let his hands hang naturally and leaned against the billboard with a smile on his face and his eyes slightly closed, as if he was asleep.
Zhao Xiangwan turned his head and winked at Xu Songling.
Xu Songling nodded, adjusted the emergency safety rope around his waist, held onto the windowsill with one hand, and jumped up.
He was a former special forces soldier, his movements were swift and powerful, he stepped over the steel frame and approached Ji Zhao like flying.
As soon as Xu Songling stepped on the steel frame, it started to shake. The steel frame was welded to the embedded parts of the wall and obviously could not bear the weight of two people. The billboard was shaking and about to fall, which made people tremble with fear.
Everyone held their breath and timidly covered their eyes, not daring to look anymore.
Xu Songling slowly approached Ji Zhao, and Zhao Xiangwan's heartbeat kept speeding up. She kept her eyes fixed on Ji Zhao's facial expression, and she was extremely nervous.
The picture in Ji Zhao's mind did not change at all. It was still the snowfield, the wilderness, the dead trees, and the skylark. The skylark was curled up in the bird's nest, lazily raising one wing to cover its head, closing its eyes and falling asleep peacefully.
The steel frame was shaking.
The tree began to sway.
The skylark slept peacefully in its nest.
After confirming that Ji Zhao was calm and would not resist, Zhao Xiangwan raised his right hand, swung it down quickly, and a firm look appeared on his face: Go!
There was nothing to fix in the hotel corridor, so they could only fasten the other end of the safety rope to the waists of the two criminal police officers. They firmly grasped the two sides of the window sill, relying on the vertical support of the wall to offset the tension of the rope. Seeing Zhao Xiangwan's gesture, they quickly squatted down on their knees, ready to withstand the huge fall.
We must catch Ji Zhao before the billboard collapses!
Xu Songling's movements were as smooth as flowing water. He grabbed Ji Zhao in just one second, buckled the safety rope that had been tied in advance around his waist, and lifted him up from the steel frame.
"Crack!" The steel frame could no longer withstand the force and broke suddenly at the point of contact with the wall.
Xu Songling walked quickly, holding the person in one hand, and reached the window sill before the steel frame fell completely. He Mingyu and Zhu Feipeng rushed forward, leaned out, and caught the two people firmly.
Amidst cheers, Xu Songling brought Ji Zhao back safely.
Ji Jinmao's hands and feet became weak due to the extreme tension. He hugged Ji Zhao tightly, crying and laughing: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
Xu Songling untied the rope around his waist, and just as he approached the window sill, the steel frame fell vertically. However, thanks to the tacit cooperation of his teammates, no one was injured.
Xu Songling turned his head to look at Zhao Xiangwan and nodded approvingly.
If Zhao Xiangwan hadn't calmed Ji Zhao down, the rescue mission would have been extremely difficult if he hadn't cooperated in the slightest.
Zhao Xiangwan felt relieved of a heavy burden.
To be honest, Zhao Xiangwan felt unprecedented pressure when he took the initiative to communicate with Ji Zhao despite Team Xu's opposition.
Fortunately, there was no danger and everyone is safe.
In Ji Zhao's inner world, the skylark in the nest opened its eyes and curiously poked its head out of the nest, looking at everything outside.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Xiangwan smiled, turned around, and left with his teammates.
The group returned to the Baorui Hall. Zhou Qiaoxiu had been waiting there. When she saw them coming back, she hurried over to ask, "How is it? How is it? Did you find the person?"
The huge pulling force of the rope around his waist just now caused Xu Songling's waist and ribs to hurt a little, and he probably had bruises. He took a deep breath and replied: "We have found the person, we can go now."
The Four Seasons Hotel was urgently sealed off just now, causing panic among some guests. Firefighters, special police teams, and police dogs were all dispatched. In addition, Feng Hongying, Duan Yong and others were negligent in their duties, and Ji Jinmao still had a lot of things to do.
In Xu Songling's view, saving Ji Zhao was just his duty and not worth mentioning. He did not take this achievement to heart at all, and retired with his group to check out and leave.
Coming out of the private room and walking on the Persian carpet with a red background and gold flowers, Zhu Feipeng excitedly told Zhou Qiaoxiu the story.
"Teacher Zhou, you don't know, my junior sister is extremely brave, she saw at a glance that Luo Yihui is not a good person, so she asked me to arrest him..."
Xu Songling was reminded and remembered what happened when Zhao Xiangwan directed Zhu Feipeng. He stopped and asked, "Luo Yihui is trying to appease Ji Zhao's emotions. Why did you detain him?"
Too many things happened today, and they were too complicated. Zhao Xiangwan sorted out his thoughts.
"Captain Xu, didn't you ask me to continue studying micro-expression behavior? Luo Yihui's pupils shrank when he saw Ji Zhao, which shows that he actually hates Ji Zhao in his heart. When he mentioned that he was upset and left, his eyes were looking to the upper right, which means he was lying."
Zhu Feipeng got angry when he heard this: "Damn it, I know this kid Luo Yihui. His parents divorced when he was six years old, and he has been living in the Ji family ever since. All expenses were paid by President Ji, who also sent him to study psychology at a university in Country M. I didn't expect him to be such an ungrateful person?"
Zhou Qiaoxiu pondered and said, "I guess Mr. Ji let him study psychology because he hoped he could help Ji Zhao. But Mr. Ji is greedy and may have brought disaster to himself."
Xu Songling raised his head and stopped everyone from discussing this topic. "Ji Zhao went downstairs and climbed up the billboard by himself. The incident itself is not enough to constitute a criminal case and should not be taken over by our serious crime team. We just happened to meet him during our vacation and helped President Ji find him. As for the interrogation and judgment, don't worry about it anymore. Even if Luo Yihui has a problem, it is President Ji's family matter and it is not our turn to interfere."
Zhu Feipeng snorted: "Captain Xu, what you mean is that we are just doing what is right this time."
Xu Songling patted him on the shoulder and said, "Yes! That's right. We, the Serious Crime Unit, have taken away the work of other brothers. You all should keep a low profile and don't get scolded."
Zhu Feipeng was actually a little unhappy. Doing good deeds without leaving a name? This is not his style. But since Captain Xu, the great hero, has spoken, he can only obey.
As for Luo Yihui... Zhu Feipeng gritted his teeth. If it weren't for this damn instigator, everyone would have eaten and drunk enough to go home, take a shower and go to bed. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Zhu Feipeng planned to have a good talk with his mother when he got home and drive this shameless ungrateful person out of Xing City.
Thinking of this, Zhu Feipeng approached Zhao Xiangwan and said, "Tell me in detail why you judged that Luo Yihui had problems?"
Seeing him asking more questions, Zhao Xiangwan patiently explained: "Since Luo Yihui is a psychology major, he must understand human nature and be able to take advantage of human weaknesses. Mother Feng was sick and was vulnerable at that time. Through Mother Feng's window, she could see Ji Zhao's back. He chose this time to leave, which actually gave Mother Feng an opportunity."
Zhou Qiaoxiu listened and shook her head: "Ah!"
Zhao Xiangwan continued, "However, this incident should not have been planned in advance by Luo Yihui. Feng Ma's excitement, Ji Zhao's return to the studio, Duan Yong's sneaking away, Ji Zhao's climbing up the billboard... If he could design all of this to be linked together, he would be a complete criminal genius."
Zhu Feipeng sneered: "Genius? Luo Yihui, who thinks he is an elite who studied abroad, looks so arrogant and looks down on others, and wants to be a criminal genius? He doesn't deserve it!"
Xu Songling raised his hand and patted Zhu Feipeng on the back of his head, making a crisp "Pa!" sound.
"Don't talk nonsense! Criminal geniuses are not good things. What's the point of talking about whether they are suitable or not? As police officers, who would want to meet a criminal genius? Killing people without leaving any evidence or traces, no one can find any clues. Do you think it's fun? Don't associate with Luo Yihui in the future. Shut up!"
While talking, Zhao Xiangwan suddenly stopped.
After receiving the notice that they could leave the hotel, a large group of people walked out from the banquet hall on the first floor. All of them were well-dressed and polite and elegant.
Among them was Wei Meihua, who was wearing a royal blue dress.
After recognizing Wei Meihua, Zhao Xiangwan's eyes swept over her, accurately locking onto the two people.
Walking side by side with Wei Meihua was a tall middle-aged man with a full forehead, narrow eyes, deep eye sockets and light pupils. He was about 70% similar to Zhao Xiangwan - he should be Zhao Qingyun.
Standing behind Wei Meihua and Zhao Qingyun is a young girl in a white dress. She is petite, with a pretty oval face, big eyes, long eyelashes, and a cherry-shaped mouth. Her eyes and eyebrows resemble the image of the fourth girl from the countryside eight years ago.
Zhao Chenyang!
Zhao Xiangwan thought she would be angry when she finally met Zhao Chenyang, who had stolen her life. However, she had just rescued Ji Zhao from the brink of life and death, and the strong sense of accomplishment made her calm and satisfied, and she did not feel excited at all.
"Zhao Chenyang." Zhao Xiangwan called.
Now that you've met me, come on.
Hearing the shout and looking up to see Zhao Xiangwan's face, Zhao Chenyang was startled and stood there in a daze.
Zhou Qiaoxiu and Xu Songling looked at each other, stopped, and followed Zhao Xiangwan's line of sight to look at the panicked person in the crowd.
It turns out that this is the Zhao Chenyang that Zhao Xiangwan has been looking for? He grew up with Zhao Xiangwan in the countryside, and disappeared after finding his biological parents. He has no conscience at all!
Looking at Zhao Qingyun standing next to Zhao Chenyang, they both started to wonder: No way? How come Zhao Chenyang's father looks exactly like Zhao Xiangwan? Could it be...
An incredible thought arose in Zhou Qiaoxiu's mind and she became angry.
I'm afraid Zhao Xiangwan is Zhao Qingyun's biological daughter? He gave birth to her but didn't raise her, left her in the countryside for ten years, and even made a mistake when picking her up? What kind of idiot is this? !
Hearing this shout, Wei Meihua raised her head and saw Zhao Xiangwan. Her face immediately turned cold and she turned to Zhao Qingyun and said, "Look, this is your old family member who I told you about and came to ask me for money. He took my money and didn't even say thank you. He has no courtesy at all!"
Zhao Qingyun looked over in the direction of the voice and saw the graceful Zhao Xiangwan. Perhaps because of their similar appearance, Zhao Qingyun had an inexplicable affection for Zhao Xiangwan, and comforted Wei Meihua in a gentle voice: "Maybe she is a kid who just moved to the city from her hometown and doesn't know anything."
Strange, how could she recognize Chen Yang? He suddenly reacted and looked at Zhao Chen Yang: "Who is she?"
Zhao Chenyang never expected to meet Zhao Xiangwan here.
Seeing Zhao Xiangwan approaching step by step, Zhao Chenyang's heart was beating like a drum. His parents were standing right next to him, and Zhao Chenyang had no way to retreat.
Zhao Chenyang's voice trembled, his lips quivered, and after a long while he finally said, "She, her name is Zhao Xiangwan, she is the third daughter of my adoptive parents, and she grew up with me."
Zhao Qingyun looked at her, then at Zhao Xiangwan, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Why didn't I see her when I went to pick you up?"
Zhao Chenyang answered reluctantly: "She was sick at that time and was lying in the house."
The guilty Zhao Chenyang was screaming madly in his heart.
[My mother is such a pig-brained woman. I told her not to let Zhao Xiangwan come over, but she just wouldn't listen. Zhao Xiangwan's face is so similar to my father's. She'll be exposed as soon as she sees him!]
Wei Meihua looked at Zhao Xiangwan again, her mind still a little confused: "You, you are not a relative of Qingyun's hometown?"
Zhao Xiangwan looked at his biological mother and smiled softly.
Wei Meihua's gaze moved from Zhao Xiangwan to Zhao Qingyun. The girl in front of her was tall, with narrow eyes, and a sense of majesty even though she was silent and never smiled. She was surprisingly 70% similar to Zhao Qingyun!
When I met Zhao Xiangwan before, why did I subconsciously regard her as a member of Zhao Qingyun's old family when I heard her last name was Zhao? It was because Zhao Xiangwan looked like Zhao Qingyun, as the saying goes, people are shaped by the environment they live in.
But now, after hearing that Zhao Xiangwan was from Zhaojiagou, Huangtian Township, Luo County, and grew up with Zhao Chenyang, Wei Meihua felt something was wrong no matter how dumb she was.
The doubts I had before were answered at this moment.
When she first brought Zhao Chenyang to her side, Wei Meihua was secretly happy to see Zhao Chenyang with big eyes and a round nose: Although she was not raised by her, her daughter looked like her, which was a good feeling. When she was twelve or thirteen years old, she began to grow taller, but Zhao Chenyang stopped growing at 1.56 meters, which made Wei Meihua very depressed. She and Zhao Qingyun were both tall, and her son Zhao Chengzu also had long arms and legs, and would be tall in the future, so why was Zhao Chenyang so petite and delicate?
No wonder! Genes don't lie, Zhao Chenyang is not his child at all. The tall and slender Zhao Xiangwan in front of him, who looks exactly like Zhao Qingyun, is his.
Wei Meihua's body was stiff and she didn't know where she was.
Zhao Qingyun was the secretary general of the provincial party committee, and he had already mastered the ability to read people's minds and keep an eye on all directions. After just a few questions, he saw the mockery in Zhao Xiangwan's smile and Zhao Chenyang's guilty evasion, and he figured out the truth.
——They sent their daughter to be fostered in the countryside, and when they went to pick her up, they became greedy and let their own daughter take her place.
It's ridiculous that I was so smart all my life, but I was fooled by a few country folk.
Hearing what Zhao Qingyun and Wei Meihua were thinking, Zhao Xiangwan stood there with a calm look. His parents were not stupid, they understood everything immediately. Next, it would depend on how they chose and how they dealt with it.
Wei Meihua's first thought was: If this girl is her biological daughter, what should she do with Zhao Chenyang? Does the engagement with the Xu family still count? No, this matter cannot be exposed. It will be bad for everyone!
Zhao Qingyun's first reaction was: It's been so long since the incident happened, and the two children have grown up. It's meaningless to worry about right and wrong. Zhao Chenyang has been with me for eight years, and I have developed feelings for her. She is also engaged to Xu. She will help my career in the future, so I can't abandon her.
Thinking of this, the couple looked at each other tacitly.
[Since Zhao Xiangwan was able to come to Xing City from the countryside, no matter how, it is enough to prove that she is capable. Why not sit down and talk to see if it is worth it to acknowledge that past for her. ]
Zhao Qingyun smiled and said, "Since you are Chenyang's childhood friend, why don't you come to my house and have a seat?"
The biological parents' reaction was both expected and unreasonable.
Although they discovered the truth, they did not feel any reluctance or anger at all.
She was not sad to see her own daughter suffer in the countryside for 18 years; she was not angry at Zhao Chenyang for taking her own daughter's resources and deceiving her feelings.
The couple had the same values and immediately began to weigh their interests and assess their daughter's value.
Although she couldn't hear what Wei Meihua and Zhao Qingyun were thinking, the intriguing look between them made Zhou Qiaoxiu feel bad. How could she explain it? They knew that Zhao Xiangwan was their biological child, but they were gentle and restrained, neither excited nor angry, not even a trace of sympathy. How could they have any parental love?
Zhou Qiaoxiu showed her teacher's aura: "Secretary Zhao, this is your family affair, but Zhao Xiangwan is my student. She is an honest person and will not complain. I will say a few words for her."
Zhao Qingyun was a little surprised when she called herself "Zhao Mi". Why did she know him, but he didn't know her? This was not a good thing for Zhao Qingyun, who had always been low-key.
He smiled and said, "Are you Mr. Zhao Xiangwan? What do you want to say? I'm all ears."
A sour feeling welled up in her chest. Zhou Qiaoxiu wanted to tell them how much Zhao Xiangwan had suffered in the countryside, how much effort Zhao Xiangwan had put in to get into college, and how brave, kind, and strong Zhao Xiangwan was. She wanted to let them know that he was a lovable and pitiful child...
Zhao Xiangwan took a step forward, stood in front of Teacher Zhou, met Zhao Qingyun's gaze, and said lightly: "No need, it's just a chance meeting, there's no need to sit down and chat."
When she longed for her parents' love the most, they ruthlessly abandoned her. Now she has been admitted to university as she wished, studying the major she is interested in, and has won the respect and recognition of her teammates. She no longer expects their selfish and calculated recognition.
As for Zhao Chenyang... could he ever get back the eight years she had stolen? Would slapping her twice solve the problem? It would be better to say nothing and let her live in fear every day, like a sword hanging over her head.
Zhao Xiangwan turned around decisively without any regrets.
Xu Songling was a little confused. He scratched his head and looked at Zhou Qiaoxiu in confusion: "Shall we go or not?"
Zhou Qiaoxiu stamped her feet and sighed: "Let's go!"
When Zhao Xiangwan asked her to inquire about Zhao Chenyang's situation, Zhou Qiaoxiu reminded her that Zhao Chenyang grew up in the countryside until he was ten years old, and once he moved to the city, there was no news of him; Zhao Qingyun placed his daughter in foster care in the countryside for ten years, and broke off all ties with the foster family after taking her home. Both of them have no conscience, and there is no need to look for them.
Now that I have seen him, he looks like a decent human being, but unfortunately he is useless.
Zhao Xiangwan was right not to recognize them. At such a young age, she has studied micro-expression behavior so thoroughly, and she has helped the serious crime team solve cases. Her future is limitless. Instead of taking the initiative to recognize her now, it is better to ignore them and let Zhao Qingyun and Wei Meihua regret it!
Zhou Qiaoxiu walked forward quickly, raised her hands and put them on Zhao Xiangwan's shoulders, trying to pass the warmth to her, and said softly: "I'll listen to you, let's ignore them! Come to the teacher's house tomorrow, and the teacher will treat you to a big cake."
Watching his lover walking side by side with Zhao Xiangwan, Xu Songling's eyes were a little wet for some reason. What a good child, how could he have such an unreasonable parent!
Zhu Feipeng, He Mingyu and the others were confused. They looked at each other with a look of "What's going on?" in their eyes. However, they were smart enough not to ask any more questions and followed Xu Songling towards the hotel entrance.
On the other side, Zhao Qingyun felt very uncomfortable when he saw his own daughter turning away.
After not seeing each other for 18 years, Zhao Qingyun only held his daughter in his arms for a few days, so he didn't have deep feelings for Zhao Xiangwan. Even the name Zhao Xiangwan was given to her by her foster family. But when he saw his daughter today, whose face, figure, and temperament were 70% similar to his own, Zhao Qingyun's heart was still rippled.
——This is my daughter, a daughter who has inherited my bloodline.
Speaking of his children, Zhao Qingyun actually felt a little regretful. Zhao Chengzu was the son who carried on the family line, but he looked like Wei Meihua and was raised by his grandparents, so he was closer to the Wei family. Zhao Chenyang, who came over, also looked like Wei Meihua and was closer to Zhou Jingrong.
The arrival of Zhao Xiangwan made up for all of Zhao Qingyun's regrets and made him feel that genes were so magical. Even after not seeing each other for eighteen years, the father and daughter were still so similar.
However, the warmth at that moment could not outweigh the weighing of interests. Zhao Chenyang had carefully nurtured her for eight years and had protected the Xu family for him. Giving up now would be like making a loss-making deal, which was impossible to do.
Originally, Zhao Qingyun planned to have a good talk with Zhao Xiangwan, persuading her to put aside past grudges and treat Zhao Chenyang as a sister. After all, daughters will eventually get married, and the more daughters he has, the more in-laws he will have, which is better for Zhao Qingyun.
However, Zhao Xiangwan did not give her even a chance, with deep disgust in his eyes, as if if he recognized her a second later, it would be a blasphemy to her and a stain on their family relationship.
Alas, she is still too young. Her world is black and white and cannot tolerate even a grain of sand.
The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. Zhao Qingyun opened his mouth and wanted to call her, but just as he said one word, Wei Meihua pulled him back, "What are you doing? Don't you think there are enough things to do? This girl has fire in her eyes. She looks like a debt collector."
Zhao Chenyang's face turned pale. He had thought of countless ways to deal with the situation, how to explain to his parents, how to put the blame on Qian Shufen, how to emphasize his own value, and if all else failed, he would ask for help and call Zhou Jingrong, who had always liked his future mother-in-law, over.
However, Zhao Xiangwan did not give her this opportunity at all. She turned around and left, not realizing how impressive it was to grow up in the provincial party committee compound and have a father who was a high-ranking official.
——The opportunity that I had fought so hard for was thrown away by her.
This feeling is really terrible, even worse than being rebuked and slapped twice by Zhao Xiangwan on the spot. It's so depressing!
Suddenly a group of people came running over, and the first one was Ji Jinmao.
Zhao Qingyun's eyes lit up. He came here to attend the thank-you banquet for Ji Zhao's solo exhibition just to make friends with Ji Jinmao. He immediately put Zhao Xiangwan behind him and greeted him, "Hello, President Ji."
Ji Jinmao ignored him and nodded casually, "Ah, ah, hello."
He didn't even look at Zhao Qingyun. He chased after the door and saw Zhao Xiangwan and the others. He stretched out his hand and shouted, "Captain Xu, wait a minute—"
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