District 14 is in the west of Mowu City.
Ye Ling grew up here.
She was born into a wealthy family, her parents were in business, and their business was going smoothly.
Everyone said that the old house was well repaired and that it kept the fortune in check.
She also has a younger brother who does very well in school, so she can play as she pleases without any worries.
"It is enough for a family to have one child with good grades." Ye Ling, as an elder sister, thought this way, feeling at ease and finding an excuse for her poor grades.
She preferred to study the flowers that lined the road.
She would watch those boring documentaries on TV and feel the growth and withering of those flowers.
After entering middle school, she fell in love with the jacaranda flowers in school.
"The most beautiful time for flowers is when they leave the branches. They will spend their short lives pursuing that confused future."
Ye Ling stood under the flower tree.
Those flowers fell on her shoulders, on the top of her head, and on her school uniform.
She saw the boy under the flower tree.
That's her classmate.
Like is love at first sight.
She wants to stay together for a long time.
Those blue and purple flowers fell on her throbbing heart.
She excitedly held up the bouquet of blue jacaranda flowers in her hand, as happy as a butterfly spreading its wings for the first time, suddenly discovering another beautiful world.
later.
The male classmate dropped out of school.
There is a temple in District 14. The temple is somewhere in the depths of the clouds.
Ye Ling hurried to the temple. Perhaps influenced by some TV series, the little girl decided to ask the Buddha for marriage.
When she returned to the city.
Home is gone.
After that day.
Love is buried deep in the heart, and the seeds of hatred thrive on the barren soil.
The old abbot of the temple took her in.
The little girl stood outside the martial arts hall, watching the monks practicing martial arts, fascinated.
She would practice boxing against the old trees, secretly wiping tears from the pain. She would practice whipping her legs against the wooden dummies, and then limp down the mountain to carry water the next day.
"Hate cannot resolve hatred, only compassion can resolve hatred."
The old host spent ten years hoping to eliminate the hatred in the little girl's heart.
But in the end it didn't work out.
Before death.
The old abbot was lying in the meditation room.
Ye Ling's eyes were red and filled with tears.
The old abbot had spoken Buddhist words all his life, but when he passed away, he left behind such an ordinary sentence.
"The world is always unfair. Fortunately, people's hearts have a balance... Just do what you want to do..."
…
This drizzly picturesque night.
No. 1 Li Jian closed the case.
Lu Wen and Xia Chuluo found a hotel to rest.
The next day, they drove back.
Instead of going back to District 13, he went to District 14 first.
Xia Chuluo's expression was cold and his eyes were dark, like a soldier rushing to the battlefield, going straight into the execution bureau of the 14th District alone.
Six gunshots!
She emptied a magazine!
No one stopped.
On this day, a third-level executive officer died in District 14.
A very senior executive, in his fifties, was about to retire.
Xia Chuluo walked out of the 14th District Executive Bureau, leaving silence behind her, and returned to the car.
For some reason, she was unable to apply for equipment to scan the pillars of that building, so she could only forget about those three numbers.
"Let's go."
From this moment on.
The case of Li Jian No. 1 was finally closed.
"Go home, take a shower, and change clothes."
Girls still like to be clean.
I ran around all day and didn't go home for two nights.
But the car has just started.
The call came again.
Xia Chuluo frowned and pressed the answer button.
"What, Li Jian No. 5 went to the Inland Sea? What was he going to do?"
"A student? Invite him to vacation? Isn't he afraid of death? Why are you running around at this time... What? Who told him that the case has been closed?! The news said it? Why didn't you stop him?"
"You guys went with us? A bunch of pigs!"
"Grass (a plant)!"
Xia Chuluo was furious. He didn't know whether he was scolding his teammates or the unscrupulous news.
She hung up the phone angrily and almost threw the phone away.
"Lu Wen, look up a phone number."
Xia Chuluo told Lu Wen about the student No. 5 Li Jian had sponsored.
Soon, the phone number was found.
Lu Wen called over and pressed the speakerphone.
The call was answered quickly.
It was a very young voice.
Lu Wen explained his intention.
"What?" The other end of the phone was obviously a little surprised, "I didn't invite Uncle Li Jian to go on vacation. I'm still busy working on my thesis. I originally wanted to visit Uncle Li Jian after I finish my work."
"Okay, we got it."
Lu Wen hung up the phone.
Then he dialed Li Jian's number 5.
"The number you dialed is not in the service area, please..."
Something bad happened.
It is already the ninth day since Li Jian died on the 1st.
According to the murderer's speed of killing one Li Jian in two days, Li Jian No. 5 is probably more likely to be in trouble than in danger!
"Turn around and go to District 15, the inner seaside."
"I called the executive who went with me, and I couldn't believe I couldn't get through!"
The 15th District is very famous and a famous tourist area.
There is an entire inland sea here.
There are countless underwater restaurants on the seabed. People dine surrounded by blue, separated by a glass, with sharks swimming beside them.
…
The little painter was sitting on the street, his light blue eyes reflecting the figures of people coming and going.
“What exactly is art?”
He fell into deep thought, and an inexplicable depression came over him.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated.
He turned on his phone.
A text message arrives.
"One hundred thousand?"
The little painter counted zeros several times and finally confirmed that he had read it correctly.
That's half the bounty!
The sadness and melancholy in my heart suddenly disappeared.
The world became brighter in his eyes.
So he marked up his painting from 80 yuan to 800 yuan.
"You are all my hard work." The young painter caressed his painting. Now that he has enough to eat, he is not willing to sell his hard work at a low price anymore.
Unexpectedly, after the price increase, more people bought it.
…
In the machine repair shop, Yun Yang is on day shift today.
work gap.
He checked the wedding guest list and made sure that all seven aunts and eight aunts were not missing.
"Buzz-"
The phone suddenly vibrated.
He clicked on the text message.
The amount of one hundred thousand relieved his frown.
"With this money, we can finally collect the bride price."
Yun Yang murmured to himself.
The pressure of life made this young man seem to be stuck in a quagmire and unable to escape. Now he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Sometimes he feels that he is still young and should not get married so early.
But the parents of both parties have already decided.
As for the bride, that girl he had only met a few times, Yun Yang occasionally asked himself, is she really the one he likes
In the dead of night.
Yun Yang was lying on the bed.
Looking out the window at the gloomy sky.
I will think of those falling jacaranda flowers.
Thinking of the girl who confessed her love to him with a bouquet of flowers.
I heard that she later transferred to another school.
I don’t know where I am now.
The self-esteem of young people comes from inferiority.
He is just a child from a poor family, so why waste his youth.
"She must be doing well now."
(End of chapter)