Chun Yu seemed to be tired from the noise, and finally returned to the gloomy clouds. The sky was gray, and it was supposed to be the season when spring buds were on the rise and new greens emerged, but Huo Xiaofang and Gu Minsheng could not see the breath of spring at all. It seems that it is still in the cold and humid deep winter, and the mood is covered in gray.
Huo Xiaofang stepped on the gas pedal, his strength increased, and the speed of the car became faster. Gu Minsheng kept frowning, holding the file of Lang Qi who committed suicide ten years ago in his hands tightly, and the air in the car was choked. She rolled down the car window, but there was no wind. The air outside seemed to be in a secret contest with the inside of the car, refusing to give people a chance to take a breath.
Years ago
Tang Huan went out with a backpack on her back. She stopped before locking the door and looked at the room. She seemed to see that he fell asleep tiredly on the sofa, rubbed his eyes, and looked at it again. There was a wry smile at the corner of his mouth. It really was that she had read it wrong.
After nearly three years of marriage, the most he looks like in this room is leaning on the sofa and falling asleep tiredly. When he first got married, he would come back late, he would enter the room lightly, lie down in the room, hug her lightly, and fall asleep in one second; work slowly, and sometimes it’s already time to go home In the middle of the night, he would just take a nap on the sofa.
Even so, she is still willing to be by his side, but he doesn't seem to need her company much, he needs work more. I don't remember when it started, and the distance between them slowly got farther and farther. However, the one who completely wounded her was to go to the operating table alone and remove the unsound child.
In the hospital, he did not show up from morning until noon, and even the phone just picked up in a hurry, said he was busy, and hung up.
The tears in Tang Huan's eyes filled the memory. The door closed with his hand, tears rolled out of his eyes with the force of the hand. Turned around and strode out.
The bells kept ringing in the Big Buddha Temple, and Zhu Yu took two people into the courtyard again. This time he did not temporarily burn incense and worship Buddha like last time, begging the Buddha to help him fulfill his wish.
Before coming, he had already called and had an appointment with Liujing, so the three of them entered the temple and Liujing came out.
Zhu Yu handed the photo of the man in the video to Liu Jing.
"Does this person have an impression?"
Liu Jing looked at it, waited a few seconds, and shook his head. Zhu Yu looked at him suspiciously: "This person is dressed so strangely, and the whole person is very conspicuous in the crowd, so there is no impression?"
Liu Jing: "Police officer, I really have no impression. What's more, in the eyes of the Buddhists, people are not different from others."
Zhu Yu frowned and nodded immediately. He didn't want to listen to the monk's lecture. Although he admired the Buddha very much and wanted to hold the Buddha's foot temporarily and give some good luck, he must be the young man of the 21st century and the new era. Middle-aged.
"Give us the register of your temple last November." Zhu Yu said.
Liu Jing nodded, beckoned to the door, and immediately a young monk entered the house. Liu Jing said a few words, and the young monk turned and walked away. Within two minutes, the monk came in with the register and handed it to Zhu Yu.
Zhu Yu thanked him and left with the two police officers. After a few people disappeared in the bridge head, Liu Jing returned to the temple. Sit in front of the Buddha statue of Sakyamuni and recite the scriptures.
The blue and white car slowly stopped at the other end of the bridge. Zhu Yu took out the cigarette case and lit one by one. He breathed out a puff of smoke, "After returning, call Xiaoliu and Ahui to come here to guard, and I will go in and burn two sticks of incense."
(End of this chapter)