"Officer Zhang, just ask whatever you want to ask!"
Song Xijiao wore a light pink turtleneck inner top and a pink suit, with a waist belt of the same color around her waist to highlight her figure. She wore silver stiletto heels, her long hair slightly curled and draped over her shoulders, and exaggerated asymmetrical pearl earrings on her ears. She sat upright on a wooden chair in the police station, with an elephant gray gold buckle platinum bag on her knees, her thumb tightly gripping the bag strap.
Zhang Yan was thinking a lot, opened the package, and pulled out the top file, numbered , which was an old case from 23 years ago.
He pursed his lips, not wanting to speak. He didn't have the habit of opening other people's old scars, but...
He is a policeman.
The old people in the police station often say: Treat the victim as a victim, and the perpetrator as a perpetrator. Don't sympathize with anyone.
Song Xijiao broke the silence in the room, "It's me. The people in the photos and videos are me."
…
The darkness outside the door and the light inside the door intertwined, making her eyes hurt a little.
She watched the police officers walk out of the door one by one, men and women, young and old.
Pei Zhiting held her in his arms and sat in the passenger seat of the car, with his long legs stretched out and the backrest adjusted to a comfortable angle for her to lean back comfortably.
"It's okay."
"real?"
"real."
"good."
On the walls of the villa's living room, there are handbags made of Degemen paper, and dishes like traditionally prepared beef trotters, braised beef, cold-mixed cabbage, stir-fried fennel, garlic and chili sauce, ham and magnolia slices, stir-fried kidney beans, freshly cooked black fungus, and beef bone noodle soup...
"Drink?"
"Take a sip."
…
Doudou was sent to the old house by Pei Zhiting. Without Gu Ji, the two drank a lot of wine. Song Xijiao was slightly drunk, half leaning on the sofa, her elbow on Pei Zhiting's shoulder, her eyes blurred.
"Today, I'm actually a little scared."
"Fear?"
"Yeah, scared."
"Why?"
"because……"
Song Xijiao half-knelt on the sofa, leaning in Pei Zhiting's arms.
"I discovered that human hearts are so terrifying."
"If I show even the slightest sign of fear, they will pounce on me, tear off my flesh, gnaw off my bones, and drag me into the abyss."
"They are so crazy and so unscrupulous. I hate them so much."
"but……"
"But what?"
"But, fortunately, I have you."
Pei Zhiting hugged her tightly, his eyes dark.
Song Xijiao brought the wine glass to her lips, and when she was about to wet the rim of the glass, a hand gently lifted the glass away.
"I'll drink your wine."
Pei Zhiting took a sip and then curled his lips.
"I really want to see your fangs."
"What's the meaning?"
"Did you see a movie tonight?"
"Um."
"What is it?"
"Gone with the Wind."
"What role do you want to play?"
"Vivien Leigh."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to spare my heart for others to chop at."
"Gone with the Wind" was playing on TV, Scarlett was skipping stones in the river, and General Patton was riding over on horseback.
The night was cool, the Milky Way shone brightly, and the outdoor bell suddenly rang.
It makes people feel happy.
"Pei Zhiting, I once liked someone."
Pei Zhiting's eyelashes trembled. He put the wine glass on the table and raised his hand to tuck the loose hair on Song Xijiao's temples behind her ears.
"Um."
"I don't know who he is, what his name is, where he comes from, what his past, present, and future are like, what kind of friends and family he has, what kind of people he likes, and what kind of people he hates, but I like him."
"Perhaps, he has already turned into dust and has no connection with the human world anymore."
"Maybe I just forgot."
"But he was here."
"He has been here."
The night breeze is blowing gently outside the window, fireflies are flashing, and the evening breeze is singing.
A nocturne that never fades away.
Song Xijiao turned her back to the moon, chuckled, turned her head to look into his eyes, and moved step by step to Pei Zhiting, getting closer to him.
"The day I met him, my parents had another fight. I ran out, through the streets, through the alleys, passing everyone, crossing mountains and seas, hiding in a blind spot of surveillance, and then I met him."
"He was wearing a found military coat, barefoot, and carrying a tattered canvas bag. He walked very fast, as if someone was chasing him."
"He taught me to climb trees, to make clay sculptures, and to swim..."
"We also picked up discarded plastic bottles and cardboard boxes... saved them up, sold them, and used the money to buy me lollipops and take me out for barbecue."
"He stayed with me for many, many days and nights."
"Until the daybreak."
"It's just dawn."
"Song Xijiao, you've drunk too much."
"Yes, I drank too much."
…
Little Song Xijiao didn't eat the vanilla milk and braised eggs distributed by the school. When the bell rang, she stuffed her books into her schoolbag and ran out of the school gate.
She is always the last to leave the classroom and the first to arrive
That day, she was the first to step out of the classroom.
The sun was setting, and the sunset glow in the west burned half the sky red, illuminating the sky brightly.
She pedaled the bicycle hard and rode very fast. She didn't notice the potholes on the road and accidentally fell to the ground, scraping her knees and palms. She ignored the pain and hurriedly got up and picked up the bicycle.
"Ah, don't run—"
The boy helped her pick up the things, brushed off the dust, and stuffed them into her schoolbag. She looked at him, said nothing, got on her bike and left.
"Hello!"
"My name is Pei Hetong."
She didn't even look back, but pushed the ground hard and rode very fast.
One, two, three... ten... fifteen... nineteen trash cans.
He was very tall, half a head taller than her, with a garbage bag hanging on his left hand. He was about to put the drink bottle into it, but when he saw her, he quickly moved the garbage bag to his other hand.
"you……
Their eyes met, and the same-colored school uniforms on their bodies emitted a rough, hazy, rough, hazy, symphony of white and dark gray in the sunlight.
"I figured I'd have to dig through a few trash cans before you showed up."
"Nineteen."
The boy put his feet on the trash can and threw the trash bag to the ground.
He was barefoot and wearing a found school uniform with a shirt underneath.
The school uniform was very dirty, covered with dust and had holes on it. It was obvious that it was something that others didn't want. The boy gave the only dollar he had to the owner of the candy store in exchange for a piece of chocolate.
…
The slightly tipsy Song Xijiao was extremely lively, jumping around on the black and white squares, even kicking off her shoes. If Pei Zhiting hadn't stopped her, she would have even torn off her fig leaf, and all the lights in the living room would have been turned on in broad daylight.
"Pei Zhiting, tell me, how could I have forgotten?"
"Tell me, how could I have forgotten?"
"I've thought about it, really, Pei Zhiting. My nineteen years old was clear and bright."
"I know."
"But I just forgot."
"It's okay. It's not too late to think about it now."
"Isn't it too late?"
"It's not too late."
"I can't remember it, but it seems I don't need to remember it."
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