Chapter 50: Drunken Talk
◎What is the beginning of love?◎
One day in July 1992, at dusk.
In the hot summer, the Municipal Bureau's single dormitory welcomed two new residents.
Zhao Xiangwan held a kettle of water in his left hand and an enamel basin in his right hand. The basin was filled with toiletries and slippers. There was also a net bag hanging on his arm, which contained a few sets of clothes.
Ji Zhao came with empty hands, followed by a smiling Ji Jinmao and a bodyguard carrying large and small bags.
Ji Jinmao wanted to help Zhao Xiangwan share some of her belongings, but she refused. Zhao Xiangwan didn't like others touching her things, which was a bit similar to Ji Zhao, so Ji Jinmao was used to it and didn't feel embarrassed at all to be rejected.
It was just after get off work, and there were many young people coming and going in the city bureau's single dormitory. Their eyes were attracted by the beautiful and fair Ji Zhao, and they began to ask around.
"Who is this pretty boy? Is he new here?"
"I've met him before. He's a criminal portrait artist in the Serious Crime Unit."
"Shouldn't a portrait artist be in the Criminal Technology Division? How can he be in the Serious Crime Unit?"
"You don't understand this. I heard that this portrait artist is quite famous and doesn't occupy a position on the staff. He is a talent specially recruited by Captain Xu."
Because of his great contributions in the murder of Weng Pingfang and the disappearance of Zhan Xiaolan, Ji Zhao, a non-staff member of the serious crime team, was well-known in the Municipal Bureau and many people knew him. Ji Jinmao was a little worried that these discussions would affect his son's mood, and he stared at Ji Zhao's every move nervously. Then he was relieved to find that Ji Zhao was at ease as long as he stayed with Zhao Xiangwan, and no matter how noisy it was outside, it would not affect his mood.
Ji Jinmao finally felt relieved, but then he thought of something else. He quickly walked to Ji Zhao and reminded him quietly, "Go and help Zhao Xiangwan carry the things." How could a little girl be allowed to carry luggage in both hands while a boy was walking around empty-handed?
When Ji Zhao heard this, he raised his dark eyes and looked at Ji Jinmao intently, as if asking: Why?
It was the first time that Ji Jinmao received such a focused gaze from his son. He was so excited that he wanted to shout to the whole world: My son is willing to listen to me! His autism has improved, and he can understand what I say!
But Ji Jinmao, who was familiar with Ji Zhao's personality, tried to suppress his excitement, fearing that it would disturb his thoughts and cause him to resist. He smiled and explained: "Girls are weak and can't lift heavy objects. You are a man, so you have to help."
Ji Zhao seemed to realize something. He took two steps forward and stood in front of Zhao Xiangwan, extending his hand.
Ji Zhao was tall, standing in front of Zhao Xiangwan, casting a large shadow on Zhao Xiangwan, with a hint of tenderness. Zhao Xiangwan stopped and looked at his outstretched hand, a little puzzled.
"What?"
[I'll help you get the things.] The little skylark jumped on the branch excitedly, and seemed to feel very happy to be able to help Zhao Xiangwan.
Zhao Xiangwan shook his head: "No need."
Ji Zhao in front of me was wearing a white shirt with a spotless collar and cuffs. His hands were slender and his skin was as white as jade. How could he look like a working man?
【I'll bring it up.】
Ji Zhao still held out his hand stubbornly, and the little skylark was chirping, looking cute and interesting.
Zhao Xiangwan smiled helplessly and handed over the red plastic water bottle in his hand: "Okay, then you take this."
Ji Zhao didn't care whether the thing was light or heavy. He held it happily in both hands as if he was holding a treasure.
Zhao Xiangwan saw that he was dressed like a nobleman, but was holding a cheap plastic water bottle. She couldn't help laughing at the strong sense of incongruity.
The smile is like the sunshine penetrating through the dark clouds, brilliant and bright.
Ji Zhao was infected by her smile and started to smile too. He opened his mouth wide, revealing six snow-white teeth, and his beautiful eyes curved slightly downward, forming a beautiful arc.
Ji Jinmao's eyes were filled with tears, and he couldn't tell what he felt. He turned away, quietly pressed down the corners of his wet eyes, and silently said in his heart: Thank God, thank the earth.
The Xing City Public Security Bureau is on the street, and the accommodation area is located on the north side of the office building, connected by a small door in the middle.
He Mingyu had an appointment with Zhao Xiangwan today, and after waiting in the dormitory for a long time but no one showed up, she followed the road and came over. At first glance, she saw Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao standing opposite each other, smiling foolishly.
The two people, who were equally tall and slender, smiled like two children. It seemed that there was no haze at all and everything was so beautiful. This made He Mingyu, who dealt with serious cases and criminals every day, happy. She waved her arms and raised her voice to shout: "Xiang Wan, Ji Zhao——"
Zhao Xiangwan stepped out of this bright and warm atmosphere and waved to He Mingyu.
He Mingyu ran over and nodded to Ji Jinmao: "Mr. Ji is here too?"
Ji Jinmao clasped his fists and said, "From now on, I'll leave my Ji Zhao in your care."
He Mingyu exchanged glances with Zhao Xiangwan and smiled: "Mr. Ji, you are too polite. Thanks to you, the food level of our city bureau has been greatly improved."
Ji Jinmao smiled and said, "It's nothing, nothing. If there's anything else I can do for you in terms of logistics, just let me know."
He Mingyu waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, the Municipal Bureau's Logistics Department is actually quite good. I just hope... Ji Zhao can get used to collective life."
I don't know what Ji Jinmao and Ji Zhao were thinking. They didn't want to live in the luxurious villa but insisted on squeezing into a single room in the dormitory building with Zhao Xiangwan.
The conditions in the single dormitory are limited. Can someone like Ji Zhao, who has nothing to do but have clothes to wear and food to eat, adapt to it?
He Mingyu brought everyone to the single dormitory building.
This is a five-story brick-concrete building built in the 1970s. It has a single-sided corridor, a stairwell in the middle, and bathrooms, showers, and water rooms at both ends of the corridor. It has cement walls, simple cement railings, a red sloping roof, and two gables covered with green ivy. It looks very modern from a distance.
He Mingyu lived on the second floor, near the stairwell. She brought Zhao Xiangwan to her dormitory, helped her put her belongings away, and pointed to the bedside desk and said to Ji Zhao, "Put the kettle there."
Ji Zhao put it down as he was told.
Ji Jinmao was happier and happier, secretly congratulating himself for the decision he made. Thanks to Ji Zhao being sent to the serious crime squad, he now looked like an ordinary person except that he couldn't speak.
He Mingyu knew that Zhao Xiangwan's family was not well-off, so she helped her collect the bedding distributed by the unit early on. The military green mattress and light blue and white checkered sheets were covered with a beige mat, which looked simple and elegant.
Zhao Xiangwan looked at the clean and tidy dormitory in front of him and smiled at He Mingyu: "Thank you, Senior Sister."
He Mingyu gave her a reproachful look: "You're still being polite to me? We're good comrades who have been through thick and thin together."
Zhao Xiangwan thought about how he had forged a deep friendship with all the members of the Serious Crime Unit since he participated in the first case of the headless female corpse. They faced fierce and cunning criminals together and searched for clues together. They were really no different from comrades-in-arms.
Ji Jinmao said, "Where is Ji Zhao's dormitory?"
Today he specially sent his son to live in a group, and prepared a lot of food, clothes, and daily necessities, for fear that Ji Zhao would be wronged. However... seeing this simple dormitory, he had a bad feeling.
He Mingyu said, "Captain Xu and Director Peng have both contacted the logistics department. Considering Ji Zhao's special situation, they have arranged a single room for him. There are only two single rooms available now. One is on the third floor, next to Zhu Kang, and the other is on the second floor, next to our dormitory. Which one do you want to live in?"
Ji Jinmao asked cautiously: "What's the difference?"
He Mingyu explained, "Our single dormitory has five floors in total, and men and women live together. However, the toilets and showers for female comrades are on the second and fourth floors, and the men's are on the first, third, and fifth floors. If Ji Zhao lives on the third floor, it may be more convenient for him. Zhu Kang is from our serious crime team and lives next door. If there is anything, we can find him. If Ji Zhao lives on the second floor, he will be next to me and Zhao Xiangwan, but he has to go to the first or third floor to use the toilet or shower."
The weather was hot in July, and the dormitory building didn't even have an independent bathroom. Ji Jinmao was a little hesitant and looked at Ji Zhao cautiously: "Son, how about... let's go home first? Wait until I help you build a building before coming back."
Zhao Xiangwan glanced at Ji Jinmao with a half-smile.
Ji Jinmao was a little frightened by her look, and tried to explain: "Ji Zhao has always needed someone by his side since he was a child. In fact, he grew up in the countryside with his grandmother when he was a child, and it's not that he can't endure hardships. Now that the family conditions are better, he has never lived in a dormitory, that..."
Without waiting for Ji Jinmao to finish speaking, Ji Zhao stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the back of Zhao Xiangwan's hand.
【I live next door to you.】
The touch was gentle, and Zhao Xiangwan did not feel offended, but instead had a warm feeling of being trusted. Zhao Xiangwan raised his eyes to look at Ji Zhao and nodded gently: "Okay, then live next door to me."
When his eyes fell on the hand of Ji Zhao and Zhao Xiangwan touching each other, Ji Jinmao smelled a hint of the sweetness of love. How could he dare to say anything else? He immediately ordered the bodyguards to put Ji Zhao's belongings next door.
Ji Zhao was not interested in snacks and was not picky about food, but he had too many things for painting, including an easel, painting clips, painting tools, paints...all sorts of things were laid out, a cowhide mat was spread on the bed, and an electric fan was placed at the head of the bed. The room of more than ten square meters was almost filled up.
While making the arrangements, Ji Jinmao shook his head and mumbled something. He Mingyu got closer and only heard a few words: "It's not easy... It's too hot... Air conditioning..."
Air conditioning was definitely a new thing in the 1990s. He Mingyu had experienced it at the Four Seasons Hotel. The coolness in the summer made people feel comfortable and happy. Hearing that Ji Jinmao, such a big boss, was dissatisfied with the single dormitory of the Public Security Bureau, he couldn't help but chuckle: "Boss Ji, if you think the conditions here are too bad, don't let Ji Zhao live here."
Ji Jinmao hurriedly shook his hands: "No, no, no, I don't mean to give up. I just feel sorry for you policemen. The living conditions are too harsh."
He Mingyusi didn't think the conditions were difficult at all. She was born in a working-class family. There were four sisters in her family. The six people in her family lived in a tube-shaped building allocated by the unit. The four sisters slept on a big bed for more than ten years. It was not until she was admitted to university that she had her own independent bed. After graduating from university, she was assigned to the Public Security Bureau. There were two people in a dormitory. She didn't have to worry about food, clothing and daily necessities. She felt it was good from the bottom of her heart.
She joked, "Boss Ji, it's hard to go from extravagance to frugality."
Ji Jinmao glanced at Zhao Xiangwan cautiously, afraid that she would dislike her son's spoiled behavior. He suppressed his heartache and patted his chest: "It's okay! My Ji Zhao is able to endure hardships, I am very relieved." After saying that, he hurriedly led his people away, fearing that if he looked at him any longer, he would be reluctant to leave.
He Mingyu took Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao to familiarize themselves with the washroom, toilet, and shower room, and then took them to visit the basketball court, the small cafeteria, and the canteen. The two officially started their summer group life.
Zhao Xiangwan and He Mingyu got up early in the morning and asked Ji Zhao to run around the playground for exercise. After washing up, they went to the cafeteria for breakfast. Ji Jinmao's worries proved to be unnecessary. Ji Zhao adapted to the new life very well. He was not picky about clothes and food, and liked to be alone. He did whatever Zhao Xiangwan asked him to do, and he was happy and emotionally stable.
Breakfast was a simple porridge, steamed buns, and salted vegetables. Ji Zhao and Zhao Xiangwan sat facing each other.
Ji Zhao ate slowly and gracefully, attracting many people's attention. There was nothing he could do, he was just too pretty and too eye-catching.
Zhao Xiangwan and He Mingyu also felt happy when they looked at Ji Zhao's face. No wonder the ancients said: beauty is a feast for the eyes, and this also applies to men.
"He Mingyu——"
Following this shout, He Mingyu stood up reflexively and responded loudly: "Here!"
Behind Xu Songling were Zhu Kang, Liu Liangju, and Zhu Feipeng, all with serious expressions: "Hurry up and finish your meal, there is an emergency."
Zhao Xiangwan put down his bowl and chopsticks and stood up.
There's a new case!
The Serious Crime Unit is all in place, listening to Xu Songling's introduction to the case.
The city police received a report that a man said his friend got drunk and boasted that he had killed someone a year and a half ago and buried the body by a creek in the northern suburbs of the city.
Xu Songling said seriously: "Whether it is the truth spoken after drinking or bragging, murder cases cannot be taken lightly. Zhu Feipeng, immediately summon the suspect who claims to have committed murder, and let Zhao Xiangwan and He Mingyu participate in the trial process. Zhu Kang, Ai Hui, Huang Yuande, be prepared to investigate and collect evidence."
Everyone take action.
Ji Zhao didn't hear his name and looked at Zhao Xiangwan in confusion.
Zhao Xiangwan pulled him and said, "Follow me."
There is no portrait painting work at the moment, and it would not be good for Ji Zhao to be alone, so he might as well follow the interrogation group. Maybe he can understand a little more about the ways of the world.
The drunk man was named Tan Xueru, he was a gentle and handsome man, about 27 or 28 years old. He had just woken up from a hangover and was still a little dazed. Suddenly a group of policemen came to his door and scared him sober.
I heard that my friend who drank with me last night ran to the police station early in the morning to report the crime. Sitting in the interrogation room, Tan Xueru didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Comrade police, I was just bragging. It was pure bragging. My friends always say that I am powerless and that I am too bookish. I was just bragging."
Zhu Feipeng did not relax his vigilance because of his explanation: "The details you explained are very clear."
Tan Xuerumei's heart skipped a beat. "I, I just said that because I've watched too many detective movies. I was drunk and my head was in a mess. Can you arrest me for bragging? That's too exaggerated!"
Zhu Feipeng glanced at Zhao Xiangwan who was sitting quietly taking notes, without relaxing at all: "Tell me in detail what you said last night!" Tan Xueru's excuses were too clean, which made people suspicious.
Tan Xueru was somewhat helpless and spread his hands: "Comrade police, it's just drunken talk. I will forget it after I wake up. How can I remember it?"
Zhu Feipeng sneered, "It seems that you need a reminder." Then he ordered someone to call in the man who reported Tan Xueru's murder, "You come and tell Tan Xueru what he said last night."
When Tan Xueru saw the young man in front of him wearing a brown leather jacket and a crew cut, his pupils shrank: "Qian Yong! We are friends, why did you run to the police station to report me for murder?"
Qian Yong curled his lips with disdain on his face: "Who is your friend? You even dare to kill your future mother-in-law, who dares to be your friend?" As he spoke, he revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth caused by long-term smoking.
Tan Xueru clenched his teeth and his facial muscles were very stiff: "I, I was just bragging, and you believed it?"
Qian Yong turned his head and looked at Zhu Feipeng, smiling flatteringly: "Comrade police, it was this guy named Tan who killed someone and buried the body by the river. Um... am I meritorious for reporting this? Will I get any reward?"
Zhu Feipeng threw a cigarette to him and said, "Tell me more details. If it is true that Tan Xueru murdered someone, I will give you a Good Citizen Award."
Qian Yong took the cigarette, brought it under his nose and sniffed it, looking intoxicated.
Zhu Feipeng sternly reminded: "Smoking is not allowed indoors." Qian Yong then reluctantly put the cigarette above his right ear and began to repeat what Tan Xueru had said last night.
Tan Xueru was born in the countryside. He was the fourth of seven children. After graduating from high school, he worked as a salesman in a leather shoe factory in Xing City. He was very popular with girls because of his gentle appearance and polite speech. He dated several girlfriends, but they all broke up because of his poor family and the heavy burden.
Qian Yong worked as a worker in a shoe factory. He and Tan Xueru were from the same hometown. They would drink and play cards together from time to time, and they were considered to be close friends. However, Qian Yong was not well educated, and Tan Xueru would occasionally reveal a sense of superiority in his words, which made Qian Yong unhappy.
Last night, Tan Xueru called Qian Yong to cook two small dishes in his rental house, and they had a meal and a drink together. After three rounds of drinks, Qian Yong brought up the topic of men and women.
"Brother, you are lucky to have so many girlfriends."
Tan Xueru had almost finished drinking and sighed, "What's the point of talking so much? No one is willing to marry me."
Qian Yong asked curiously: "Tell me, have you slept with any of these women?"
When Tan Xueru heard this question, he immediately became interested and started to brag about the girls he had slept with. They were all beautiful, some beautiful, and some beautiful in their own way.
Qian Yong has been single all his life, and the more he listened, the more excited he became. He approached him and asked, "Among so many women, which one do you think is the most coquettish and which one is the most exciting?"
Tan Xueru's eyes flashed with nostalgia, and he said mysteriously, "If you want to talk about the person who made me feel the most comfortable and happy, you will never guess that it was not any of my ex-girlfriends, but my ex-mother-in-law."
Qian Yong's eyes widened, and after a long while he finally said, "Mother-in-law?" She must be over 40 years old? He didn't want a pretty young girl, but preferred a middle-aged woman. Was Tan Xueru's taste so heavy?
Perhaps it was because he had been suppressed for too long, but on this July night, after a few drinks, Tan Xueru opened up and said everything he should and shouldn't say.
Two years ago, Tan Xueru had a girlfriend named Yu Chuxiao. Yu Chuxiao was lively and cheerful. Her father died early, and she depended on her mother for life. Yu Chuxiao's mother, Wei Qingwan, worked in the provincial machinery factory union. She was just over 40 years old, but she took good care of herself and looked only in her 30s.
After graduating from technical secondary school, Yu Chuxiao worked in the finance department of the provincial machinery factory, where the work was easy and the income was stable. Yu Chuxiao's father was an engineer at the provincial machinery factory and died of a work-related accident. The factory took good care of her and her son, not only allocating them a two-bedroom, one-living room house, but also giving them a lot of pensions. Therefore, Yu Chuxiao and her son lived a relatively comfortable life, at least in Tan Xueru's opinion, the conditions were really too good.
As a city dweller with a house, a technical secondary school education, a monthly income of nearly 100 yuan, and various welfare benefits - Yu Chuxiao, who possesses these conditions, is the best match that Tan Xueru can find. Therefore, Tan Xueru deliberately flatters Yu Chuxiao and tries to please her in every way. The relationship between the two quickly heats up and they begin to talk about marriage.
Yu Chuxiao has a simple personality. Her father passed away when she was in primary school. There were only mother and daughter in her family. She lacked fatherly love. She was very impressed by the gentle and considerate Tan Xueru. After deciding to get married, she told her mother Wei Qingwan and planned to visit him the next day.
Tan Xueru clearly remembers that it was March when he met Wei Wenwan. He was wearing new leather shoes and carrying gifts as he walked into the dormitory building of the Provincial Machinery Factory.
The Provincial Machinery Factory is a large factory in Hunan Province, mainly producing heavy construction machinery. In the 1990s, construction was booming and construction machinery sales were very good, so the Provincial Machinery Factory was very profitable. Every year during the New Year and other festivals, they would give out money and gifts, ranging from small items such as soap, toothpaste, and soda to large items such as boxes of hairtail, fruit, rice, flour, and oil.
As soon as Tan Xueru entered the living area of the Provincial Machinery Factory, he felt the atmosphere of abundance and happiness all over his face.
Everyone's face was filled with a relaxed and happy smile, and the words they said when they greeted each other were also enviable.
"Have you finished eating the hairtail? I'll tell you a way. Fry it in oil and seal it in a glass bottle. The children can take it to school as a snack. It tastes delicious. It's high in protein and can also help with hair growth. It's good for children to eat more."
"Oh, we haven't even finished the apples we gave out last time, but they gave us another box of oranges. We have two full-time workers in our family, so we can't finish them all!"
"Yeah, you said fruit can't be eaten as a meal. Luckily my kid is greedy, so I stuff three of them into his schoolbag every day before class, and now he's finally finished most of them."
Tan Xueru listened to it and kept it in mind. He secretly made up his mind to marry Yu Chuxiao and move to the provincial machinery factory. His hometown was in the countryside, and he had many brothers. He didn't care about marrying into the family. As long as he could live in this unit, he would have endless rice, noodles, and fruits every day. How great it would be.
Wei Qingwan prepared a large table of delicious food early, waiting for her daughter's boyfriend to come.
As soon as the door opened, Wei Qingwan's eyes quickly swept over Tan Xueru. The young man was of medium height and had a delicate appearance. Although he was only a high school graduate, he had a scholarly air. If you only looked at his appearance, it would be hard to guess that he was a rural kid.
However, you can still see some differences between him and the guys in the city.
The collar of the blue shirt had turned white due to excessive starching, the edges of the sleeves were a little frayed, and the trousers were a little short, just covering the uppers of the leather shoes, revealing light-colored nylon socks when walking. It looked very cheap at first glance.
Wei Qingwan's heart skipped a beat, but she smartly didn't ask any more questions. She smiled and asked Tan Xueru to sit down.
Wei Qingwan is a local. Both her parents are retired workers, so she is in a relatively good condition. After her husband passed away, others introduced her to several men, but she was picky and didn't like any of them. She gradually got used to a free life alone and didn't remarry.
It was the first time that Tan Xueru had close contact with a woman like Wei Qingwan.
Although Wei Qingwan was over 40 years old, she had fair skin, beautiful looks, long legs, plump breasts and a thin waist. She exuded a strong mature feminine charm, which made Tan Xueru's heart skip a beat. He sat awkwardly in the chair, not daring to move.
Tan Xueru's reservedness left a good impression on Wei Qingwan. She served him tea and asked him a few questions casually.
"Where is home? Are your parents still alive? How many brothers and sisters do you have?"
"Is the income from the shoe factory stable? Are you a regular employee or a temporary worker?"
"Does the company provide housing? Where will we live if we get married?"
Each question hit Tan Xueru's weakness precisely. Sweat began to break out on his forehead and he began to stutter when answering questions.
"Ah, Auntie, I'm from the countryside. I'm a salesperson at the Red Star Shoe Factory now. Yes, I'm a temporary worker, and I get commissions based on sales volume, about 40 yuan a month. The company doesn't give me a house, so I'm renting one for the time being. I really like Chu Xiao, and I want to marry her. Please agree."
Yu Chuxiao held Tan Xueru's hand and announced in a clear voice: "Mom, I love him. What's wrong with being a country boy? My dad is also a country boy, but he became an engineer. I want to marry him, and I believe he will make me happy."
Wei Qingwan looked at her daughter and said nothing for a long time.
Seeing that her mother seemed unhappy with her boyfriend, Yu Chuxiao ran up to her and acted coquettishly, pulling her arm and shaking her left and right.
"Mom, love is sacred and great, and should not be mixed with worldly money. Although Xueru only studied in high school, he actually had very good grades in high school. He was even the representative of the Chinese class. It was mainly because his family was poor that he did not continue to study in college. Otherwise, with his talent and writing style, he would definitely become an outstanding writer."
Tan Xueru blushed a little when Yu Chuxiao praised him, but he inexplicably gained some courage. He looked up and said to Wei Qingwan sincerely: "Auntie, my family is poor, so you may not be able to help me. But I am willing to work hard for Chuxiao and make her happy. Please agree with us."
Wei Qingwan sighed and did not continue to embarrass Tan Xueru. She asked him to sit down, poured him some low-alcohol rice wine, and treated him to delicious food.
Tan Xueru was amazed when he ate crispy duck, eight-treasure rice, preserved plum spareribs, and golden shrimp balls for the first time. He looked at Wei Qingwan with admiration in his eyes: "Auntie, your cooking skills are amazing! I have never eaten such delicious dishes since I was a child."
Wei Qingwan smiled and put a lot of dishes into his bowl: "Eat more if you like it." She had pampered her own daughter since she was a child, but she didn't expect that she would fall in love with a temporary worker from the countryside. Alas!
Tan Xueru felt that he performed very well on his first visit to a friend's home, and he had a very pleasant chat with his future mother-in-law. He thought that there would be no problem with his marriage to Yu Chuxiao, so he talked freely.
After dinner, Tan Xueru proposed to get married to Yu Chuxiao again, but Wei Qingwan made her attitude clear: "I'm sorry, my Chuxiao has been raised as a spoiled child since she was a child. Your conditions are too poor now, and I don't feel comfortable handing her over to you. This marriage needs to be considered carefully."
Tan Xueru became anxious when he heard this, and wanted to kneel down in front of Wei Qingwan: "I really love Chuxiao."
Wei Qingwan has a gentle temperament and speaks softly, but once she makes a decision, she will not change it.
"I believe you are sincere. But love can ignore worldly views, but marriage cannot. My Chuxiao has a stable job, a good income, and is a junior college graduate. According to her conditions, it is more than enough for her to find a college graduate in our provincial machinery factory. Chuxiao's father is a rural person. I don't mean to look down on rural people, but Chuxiao's father was the only Kyoto Institute of Technology mechanical college student in the machinery factory at that time. He was highly valued by the company and his housing and professional title were quickly solved. But what about you? Being a temporary worker, with low income and no house, it is useless to have a lover's heart."
Tan Xueru's fragile self-esteem was hit again, and his face turned red: "I'm still young, I can create better conditions. If you dislike my low education, I will go to night school and work hard to improve myself, okay?"
Wei Qingwan smiled and nodded: "Well, since you have such an ambition, I support you. When you get your college diploma, I will agree to your marriage."
This completely defeated Tan Xueru.
Tan Xueru knew his own strengths and weaknesses very well. He boasted in front of Yu Chuxiao that he was the representative of the Chinese class and had excellent grades, but that was all bragging. His poor family was only one of the reasons why he did not take the college entrance examination. The real reason was that his foundation was too poor. His math and English scores were only in the single digits, so he could not pass the exam at all.
However, it is true that Tan Xueru likes literary works. He has read a lot of scar literature, martial arts novels, and romance novels. He likes to read all kinds of literary magazines, such as "Contemporary", "October", "Harvest", "Germination", "Legends of the Past and Present", etc., which has cultivated a unique literary and elegant temperament.
In front of Wei Qingwan, he boasted that he studied at an open university, but Tan Xueru knew his own foundation too well. In 1980, night school became popular, and many young people studied at night and worked during the day, and after a period of hard work, they got a college diploma. However, starting in 1985 and 1986, night schools were incorporated into the adult college entrance examination, and the national unified examination was organized by the Education Commission with unified questions, unified examination time and scoring standards. As a result, it became much more difficult to get a diploma.
Tan Xueru was seriously unbalanced in his studies. His only score in Chinese was decent, but his math, English, physics and chemistry were all a mess. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pass the unified entrance examination.
But the boast had already been made, and Tan Xueru had no way of quarreling with Wei Qingwan. He could only smile awkwardly, agreed to a few things at random, and then left Yu Chuxiao's house.
Hearing this, Zhu Feipeng looked at Tan Xueru with disdain and said, "Just because Wei Qingwan disagrees with your marriage to Yu Chuxiao, you want to kill her?"
Tan Xueru smiled bitterly and said nothing.
Qian Yong chuckled and said, "Comrade police, it's much more outrageous than this. Do you think Tan Xueru killed someone in order to be with his girlfriend forever? Not at all! He killed someone out of shame and anger because he turned his love for his future mother-in-law into hatred."
Zhao Xiangwan, who was taking notes, raised his head and said with a straight face, "Don't jump to conclusions. Just describe the facts."
Zhao Xiangwan's seriousness made Qian Yong, who was immersed in the joy of "meritorious reporting", calm down a lot. He coughed and continued to tell his story.
After leaving the living quarters of the Provincial Machinery Factory, Tan Xueru said to Yu Chuxiao: "I think your mother may not like me. I know that from a worldly perspective, I am indeed not worthy of you. But... Chuxiao, I really love you and I can't bear to leave you. I will study hard, but I have lost my book knowledge for so many years, and I can't guarantee that I can pass the adult college entrance examination."
Yu Chuxiao was very touched by her boyfriend's gentleness and care, and she repeatedly assured him that she would never back down and would never give up on him even if Tan Xueru did not continue his studies. If her mother disagreed, Yu Chuxiao would go into a cold war with her.
In the following days, Yu Chuxiao moved to Tan Xueru's rental house to show her determination. The two of them were inseparable and as close as one person. Wei Qingwan watched her daughter slip deeper and deeper, and was extremely anxious, but she could do nothing. She only had this one daughter, and she usually doted on her. She didn't expect that they would have a disagreement on the matter of choosing a partner.
After a while, Wei Qingwan suddenly found Tan Xueru alone, prepared a table of wine and food, invited him to dinner, and had a serious talk with him.
When talking about this conversation, Tan Xueru's eyes turned slightly rouge and his breathing became heavy. Even Zhu Feipeng noticed his abnormality and glanced at his abdomen.
Tan Xueru nervously clamped his legs together, fearing that someone would discover something.
Zhu Feipeng snorted coldly and said to Qian Yong: "You don't need to be too detailed. Just briefly tell us what happened and what important words were said."
Qian Yong had to skip the details: "Tan Xueru boasted for a long time, saying that although Wei Qingwan was middle-aged, she had smooth skin, a plump figure, and a delicate figure, and spoke softly. She said that there was only one house in the family. If Tan Xueru and Yu Chuxiao got married, would they live in the house? She was also a woman, and a woman who had been single for many years after her husband died. Seeing him and Chuxiao being intimate was not pleasant in her heart. Tan Xueru said that Wei Qingwan's words were completely provocative, which aroused his sexual desire. Later, after drinking some wine, his courage became stronger, and he didn't know how he ended up with her."
this……
Zhao Xiangwan and He Mingyu exchanged glances.
He Mingyu raised an eyebrow in the direction of Ji Zhao.
Only then did Zhao Xiangwan notice that Ji Zhao was listening with great interest, with the word "interest" written in his dark and bright eyes.
The little skylark was hopping around on the branches, looking very excited.
[Smooth skin, plump figure, and exquisite figure - this description feels a bit like a human figure sketch. I think I can draw it.]
[What is teasing, what is the stirring of love? ]
[What does rolling together mean? Is it to beat her? ]
Zhao Xiangwan felt her face getting a little hot. She usually remained calm no matter what dirty talk she heard, but for the first time in her life, she felt that she should not have let Ji Zhao participate in the interrogation process and that she had completely corrupted the child.
But Ji Zhao still had a strong desire, so he moved closer to Zhao Xiangwan, stared into her slightly blurry eyes, and continued to ask questions.
[Why do we have to get married? Why do we have to live together after marriage? 】
Zhao Xiangwan felt that today's trial had opened the door to a new world for Ji Zhao. Although there had been some cases involving affairs between men and women before, such as the murder of Weng Pingfang, Zhao Qingyun was investigated as a tryst lover. But at that time, Ji Zhao's autism was severe, and he was unwilling to accept information from the outside world. He only responded to Zhao Xiangwan's instructions, so no one felt embarrassed.
But after spending some time together, Ji Zhao became more down-to-earth and not only listened to Zhao Xiangwan, but also began to be interested in the outside world. Qian Yong's words today sparked his attention to the relationship between men and women, and he began to have countless "whys".
Zhao Xiangwan glared at him and lowered his voice: "Be quiet, the case is being reviewed."
The little skylark in Ji Zhao's inner world drooped its wings, feeling a little listless. He sensed Zhao Xiangwan's avoidance and responded in a dull voice.
【Oh……】
Ji Zhao lowered his head, his messy bangs covering his eyebrows and eyes. His high nose bridge had a beautiful arc. His long eyelashes blinked like crow feathers, black and dense, casting a large blue shadow on his eyelids.
The scene was so beautiful that Zhao Xiangwan felt a little soft-hearted. He quietly reached out his hand and lightly touched the back of his hand with the fingertips of his right hand.
Her eyelashes trembled, then suddenly raised, and Ji Zhao's eyes, as black as black jade, lit up.
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