Every year Yan Yan’s birthday is home. On that day, his uncles and aunts, aunts and uncles, cousins, cousins, etc., who may not be able to see both sides of the year, will come over for dinner. There are always thirty or forty relatives, and there is a garden downstairs. There are three long dining tables, and the view is spectacular.
Yan Yan drove in, but before the car stopped, Ms. Zeng Cuicui, who was ten years younger, hurriedly greeted her with an emerald crocodile leather Kelly handbag. The first sentence was, "Where's Xiao Lu?"
Yan Xun got out of the car with no expression, and said casually, "Oh, he's not feeling well, so he won't come."
Mother Yan was startled and asked cautiously, "Are you quarreling?"
"—Where is it, where do you want to go?" Yan Yan laughed and shoved the red wine brought from home into his mother's arms: "Your son is so charming, it's too late for my daughter-in-law to love me, so I ate it. Bear heart leopard dare to quarrel with me?"
Ms. Zeng Cui rolled her eyes with restraint, and saw Yan Xun slipped into the door without stopping, while shouting indiscriminately, "Hello, uncle!" "Good cousin!" A whirlwind swept through the crowd and onto the second-floor storage room. Zeng Cui thought he was looking for something, but after a while, he saw him blowing downstairs again like a whirlwind, holding a mahogany box in his hand, and walking out non-stop.
"You bastard!" Zeng Cui chased after him and shouted, "You took out your dad's treasure collection again, didn't you?"
Yan Yan didn't look back: "My dad said that everything about him is mine in the end!"
Ms. Zeng Cui put her hands on her hips and was about to scold her son when she heard Yan Xun add one more sentence: "Except for his favorite wife!"
"..." Ms. Zeng Cui blushed, her stomach full of yelling and scolding, and she forgot about it. After a while, she pouted angrily: "One old and one young are not serious." Then she secretly went back to the house to find her husband.
Yan Yan put the mahogany box containing four tea cakes into the glove box under the co-pilot, clapped her hands and closed the door, thinking that at least it would keep Jiang Ting's soul lingering for a whole year - but according to Jiang Ting's behavior, for a while He would definitely be reluctant to open the second cake for a while. It is estimated that he would have to drink other cheap tea for a few weeks, and then on a quiet night, he would secretly disassemble Lao Tongxing and drink it with satisfaction, licking it contentedly. Licking your mouth and pretending nothing happened.
After all, Yan Yan was still young, and when he thought of Jiang Ting, his heart warmed slightly, but he didn't realize that the corners of his mouth had been raised.
"Hello, uncle and aunt!"
"Hey, thank you aunt!"
"Mmmm, my cousin has grown taller again, how much did you pass the final exam?"
…
Every year is a fixed process, and Yan Yan has dealt with it very proficiently.
The real person in charge of the Yan family is Yan Yan's parents. He is not involved in the business at all. He is destined to be a hands-off shopkeeper who hires professional managers in the future. All kinds of entanglements of interests and business transactions are almost irrelevant to him. The main purpose of his appearance at the family banquet every year is to declare that he is still alive, that he has not died in the line of duty, and that he has not been swept out of the house by his parents for the time being because of the old leftover man. That is enough.
The third aunt leaned over from the other side of the dining table and said earnestly: "Yan Yan is another year older, she is not too young, you should pay attention to starting a family and starting a business!"
Yan Yan smiled and said yes.
"Seeing that your second cousin has already found a girlfriend, and your sister in the lobby is already pregnant. Why are you still single? If you have a dangerous job, you should get married sooner. Men can only concentrate on their careers if they are stable in the back, understand?"
Yan Yan: "Yes yes yes..."
In previous years, Yan Yan was condemned by many elders at this time, but this year, Yan's father had quarreled with his brother-in-law twice, and he suddenly put the bowl away with his neck stuck, and said confidently: "Who said that my son can't make it? Home? My son is already talking to someone!"
A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the third aunt was almost taken aback.
"The object is also from the city bureau. The job is very good, the age is also the same, and the person is very handsome! He was cooking at home for us yesterday!" Father Yan showed off calmly in the eyes of the relatives around him: "If you don't believe me, ask Cuicui, right?"
Yan Yan: "…"
Yan's mother never loses her father's face in front of others. She immediately took out her mobile phone in the shocked eyes, opened the photo album, and called up the fried prawns, stewed beef with potatoes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and pork ribs soup that she had taken at Yan Yun's house yesterday. … and so on, the pictures with 18 layers of filters were circulated around the table by relatives in turn, and they all cheered.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that there may be a shortfall in fertility." Yan's mother and seven aunts and eight aunts said modestly: "But it has already been agreed to go to the United States to surrogate three children, and the children are good! I agree that they have a child who can be surnamed. Once… "
All kinds of complicated feelings surged out of Yan Yan's heart, and it was hard to tell whether it was funny or emotional. At this moment, the little cousin who was screaming and running around, the little niece who was crying in the next table, and the distant future brother-in-law, brother-in-law, and daughter-in-law who couldn't even recognize it, all made him feel a sudden change in his heart. A strange longing and melancholy appeared, although he himself could not tell where the confusion came from.
Yan Yan quietly stood up, exited the hall, stood by the backyard porch, lit a cigarette, held his mobile phone for a long time, and finally opened WeChat. Countless unread messages were lined up with red dots, which were birthday congratulations sent by colleagues from the Municipal Bureau. Deputy Bureau Wei, Gou Li, Qin Chuan, technical investigator Huang Xing, Ma Xiang, Gao Panqing…
Yan Yan clicked on the "surnamed Lu", hesitated for a long time, entered and deleted several times, and finally pressed the send button:
【where? 】
Jiang Ting did not reply immediately.
The voices of persuading people to drink, shouting, talking and laughing loudly and teasing each other came from the direction of the hall. Although there were all kinds of discord and unhappiness in private, they were still lively and lively when they got together, like a big family.
Yan Yan held the phone and walked down the porch aimlessly. It was getting late at this time, the lights were on on the porch, the water lilies in the garden were slightly fragrant, and the night insects crouched in the grass with long and short chirping; Seeing the three-layer cake carefully prepared on the round table, the beautiful decorations are like handicrafts, and the fresh cream is slightly orange-yellow under the light.
Yan Yan's heart moved, she picked up her phone and took a photo and sent it to Jiang Ting.
Who knew that Jiang Ting's reply came just at this time:
【at home. 】
After the three-layer cake under the light was successfully sent, only three seconds later, Yan Yan's phone shook again—
Surnamed Lu: [Happy birthday. 】
[Every birthday in the future will be safe and happy. 】
Yan Yan's heart was hot, and all his internal organs were ironed out at that moment, and indescribable comfort came out from every pore on the whole body, and the electric numbness rose all the way from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, in his mind. Fireworks that inspire countless joys.
The thought that I couldn't wait to see that person suddenly erupted like a tsunami. In Yan Yan's more than 30 years of life, there has never been an impulse so anxious and urgent that every nerve and even the eardrums were shocked. ring.
He couldn't even wait for a moment, he hurriedly put the phone in his arms, turned around and ran back to the lively hall. Yan's mother was looking for her son to come to toast, when she saw Yan Yan striding forward like a meteor, with a smile on her handsome face, reflecting the bright lights in the whole house, she was stunned for some reason; She was stopped by Yan Yan, and shouted in the noisy background: "Mom, eat first, I'm going back!"
Mother Yan asked in surprise: "The cake hasn't been cut yet, where are you going? Cut the cake for me!"
Yan Yan thought of an excuse: "The city bureau is temporarily busy..."
"No matter what happens, you cut the cake for my mother, do you think that thing is cheap?!"
Mother Yan greeted her cousins, cousins, and cousins to help push the cake up from the kitchen. She grabbed her son's hand and pressed his head. She cut it piece by piece from the surrounding birthday songs, and put it in a stack of silver cakes. in a small plate. As soon as the children walked away holding the cake, Yan Yan immediately put down the knife and stuffed the cake decorated with cherries to his mother: "I'm leaving!"
Mother Yan snorted, and saw Yan Yan rushed up to hug his dad, and then walked out. Father Yan was stunned by his son's sudden enthusiasm. Before he could ask any questions, he saw him rush out of the door without looking back.
"You bastard!" Yan mother followed behind and chased to the door, roaring in disbelief: "Where are you going, drive carefully at night!"
"I know!" Yan Yan started the car, turned around beautifully, stuck his head out of the window and smiled, "Mom, I love you! See you later!"
Da Ben roared and walked away, Mother Yan stood on the steps inexplicably, and only a trail of smoke was left in the front yard, slowly drifting from the street lamps.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the traffic flow in the city center eased slightly, the business district was feasting and feasting, and the half-opened car windows wafted in the fragrant wind unique to the metropolis at night.
Da Ben stopped slowly at the red light, Yan Yan glanced at the rearview mirror at random, took out his mobile phone from the side of the car door, and sent a voice message to "Lu": "Guess where I am?"
The top of the screen showed that the input was in progress, and stopped after a while. Jiang Ting also sent back a voice:
"on the way home?"
Yan Yan's smile deepened, but before he said anything, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a brightly lit cake shop on the opposite corner of the intersection. When he reached the corner of his mouth, he turned a corner: "Well, I also brought you a birthday cake."
He could almost imagine the amused look on Jiang Ding's side, but he soon heard the man answer with a smile, "Okay, drive slowly, don't rush."
The red light turned green and the car in front started to move. Yan Yan put away her phone, quickly glanced left and right, took advantage of the few seconds when the right-turn lane was still empty, quickly turned on the lights and changed lanes, rushed to a beautiful interlude, whistled down the horizontal street, and then made a U-turn. At the intersection of the road, we stopped firmly in front of the cake shop.
A few minutes later, he walked out of the store with a sliced cake specially wrapped in a white paper bag, put the paper tray on the passenger seat, and was about to start the car when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something from the side window, and made a move.
—Under the red light at the intersection where he temporarily changed lanes just now, an ordinary silver Hyundai parked on the side of the road, neither moving forward nor flashing twice, as if it was waiting for someone.
A strange feeling suddenly appeared in Yan Yan's heart: Did I see this car in the rearview mirror just now
This idea is actually a bit ridiculous. Such household scooters are extremely common on the streets of Jianning City, and they look almost the same. If you don't look closely at the license plate, you can't tell who is who. But after all, Yan Yan has been a criminal policeman for so many years, and he has an inexplicable sensitivity to certain things, as if a shadow quickly swept past from the deepest part of his heart.
Beep-
A horn sounded from behind, Yan Yan frowned, stepped on the accelerator and turned right.
His pause just now was only a matter of a few seconds, and no one could see anything unusual. Yan Yan also deliberately did not show any abnormality. After he hit the road again, he always paid attention to the rear-view mirror and side-view mirror. After a while, he saw that the left lane was separated by a distance of tens of meters, and a silver car body flashed again. shadow.
Yan Yun's eyebrows jumped slightly.
It's that Hyundai.
Such a coincidence
Yan Yan has lived for more than 30 years, and the last thing he doesn't believe is a clever word. He stepped on the accelerator slightly, and the modified S450 made a dull roar, suddenly accelerated and changed lanes, bypassing the car in front and speeding past the traffic lights; at the next intersection where he should continue to drive forward, he turned on the light and turned to the right. Turn and glance at the side mirror at the same time.
The silver car shadow not far away really turned on the right turn signal, obviously want to keep up!
- Someone is deliberately following!
Who is bold enough to track the car of the deputy detachment of the criminal police
"Looking for the dead grandson..." Yan Yan scolded in a low voice, deliberately slowed down the car, held the steering wheel with one hand, and at the same time took out the phone without looking at it and dialed: "Hey Ma Xiang? Is there anyone else in the bureau? "
"Happy birthday to Brother Yan!" Ma Xiang's loud and enthusiastic voice came from the opposite side: "I'm here, I'm in the bureau, and I'm going to fight with Brother Gou and Brother Qin and the others. Ouch, if we don't see you for a few days, we'll miss you... "
"I was followed." Yan Yan interrupted him, his face sinking like water: "I am now near the exit of Jindao Road to the east of Workers Avenue. The stalker is a silver Hyundai Elantra, and I can't see the license plate number for the time being. Now I will send you the location immediately, go to the traffic police brigade to lock the target vehicle number and track it back, hurry up!"
Opposite the phone, Ma Xiang's cheerful expression was gradually replaced by solemnity. When Yan Yan finished the last word, he got up and hurried out of the office door, leaving only a short and powerful: "Yes!"
At the end of Workers' Avenue, the farther away from the downtown business district, the fewer vehicles on the road. On both sides of the S450's window, the street lights and trees swept back smoothly and quickly. Yan Yan raised his eyes and stared at the rear-view mirror, only to see the headlights flashing again, and the silver sedan followed.
who is it
What do you want to do
He doesn't usually drive this S450, who knows this is his car
The various doubts on the surface quickly fell silent, and deeper in the heart, a terrible guess vaguely emerged.
But Yan Yan didn't have any surprises, or he had already made psychological preparations subconsciously, and when it happened, he didn't feel the slightest surprise. He quickly led the Elantra through three green lights in a row. , until Ma Xiang's phone rang again: "Hello?"
"Brother Yan, I just contacted the traffic police brigade, and the nearby traffic police and patrol police were dispatched to intercept it. Please be careful not to leave the current sub-bureau area, and do not reduce or increase the speed of the vehicle. We will be there in a moment!"
Yan Yan spit out a word: "Okay." Then hung up the phone, went to WeChat, clicked on the top dialog box, and approached her mouth and said, "I suddenly remembered that a material was left in the office, and I have to drop by the city bureau. , I might be home late."
At the same moment, on the sofa in the apartment, the screen of the mobile phone reflected Jiang Ting's slightly raised eyebrows: "What the hell are you..."
But then he swallowed the words again, and sent a voice again, this time with only four simple and neat words:
"Drive carefully."
-Drive carefully.
The short four words without any fluctuation in the tone made Yan Yan's heart tremble for some reason.
When he discovered that he was being followed, even in some of the more dangerous and dangerous situations before, Yan Yan had never had such weightless heart palpitations in his heart, as if Jiang Ting had already felt something.
He didn't explain any further. He closed WeChat and returned to the address book. He continued to speed forward and dialed Ma Xiang's phone again. At the same time, he looked up at the rearview mirror. After a few seconds, his pupils suddenly shrank—
The stalker disappeared.
He was in the middle of a straight two-lane road, flat and bright front and rear, with excellent visibility. The rearview mirror can see at least 200 meters behind him without hindrance, but aside from a few taxis and pickups, there is no shadow of the silver modern car.
"Brother Yan!" At this time, the call was connected, and Ma Xiang asked eagerly, "Are you still on Jindao Road? I've already set off from the Municipal Bureau!"
"...he's gone."
Ma Xiang didn't react: "What?"
The S450 slowed down, drove smoothly across the long street, and stopped slowly at the red light. Not far away, the trucks and taxis in the other lanes stopped one after another, and the back was empty and flat, and the elusive stalker had quietly disappeared.
There was a hint of coldness in Yan Yan's voice, and he said in a low voice, "He suddenly gave up."
Red and blue police lights were on in the distance, and nearby police motorcycles were quickly approaching Jindao Road. On the other hand, Ma Xiang had a noisy background and the sound of the turn signal clattering, so he must be rushing to the scene.
Corresponding to this noise is the long and heavy silence of the two of them.
- The stalker is clumsy, technically awkward, and doesn't even cover the trail very well. However, the person who came was able to choose to give up decisively at the same time when the police were dispatched. His keen sense of smell and precise timing made people feel terrified as soon as they thought about it.
"...Don't worry about Brother Yan," I don't know how long later, Ma Xiang's deliberately lowered voice finally came from Bluetooth, with a hint of concern: "I'll notify the traffic police brigade to call for surveillance on Worker's Avenue, no matter who the other party is. , I must be able to get the license plate number out."
Yan Yan took a breath. The bright neon lights of the urban night sky passed through the car window, illuminating half of his tough cheeks, a shadow on the corner of his lips, and the other half was hidden in the deep darkness inside the car.
"Don't let too many people know about this, especially Director Lu and Deputy Director Wei." Yan Yan paused and said, "Be careful."
Immediately he hung up.
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Forty minutes later, the apartment complex.
S450 drove into the gate of the community, and before entering the garage, he saw a familiar figure standing under the street lamp in the distance. Yan Yan immediately stopped and lowered the side window: "Why are you waiting here?"
Jiang Ting put his right hand in his trousers pocket and grabbed the phone in his left hand, not knowing how long he had been standing. His expression was always calm and unchanged, but for some reason, when Yan Yan saw him, he felt that he seemed to be slightly relieved.
"Come down and walk around." Jiang Ting habitually moved his shoulders, and his joints made a rattling sound that suddenly loosened after being tense for a long time, but he didn't seem to care: "Are you all right? Why are you delayed so late?"
For a few seconds, Yan Yan looked at him and had an urge to tell all the peace.
But just as the words "I'm being followed" could be uttered, another scene suddenly appeared in his mind, as clear as it was happening at the moment - it was actually in the bathroom yesterday, Jiang Shi was holding his hands tightly. His arms and lips seemed to be trembling slightly, and after a long while he said softly, "You will regret it..."
- Will I
Or have you already decided that I will
The short-lived impulse just now was suddenly pressed back by a stronger force, and disappeared in an instant. Yan Yan looked at Jiang Zing from the car, smiled slowly, then stretched out his hand from the car window with such a smile, and squeezed his cold fingertips.
"It's fine," he said gently, "I couldn't find the materials in the office, so I was delayed for a while."
Jiang Ting frowned slightly.
"Come on, I brought you a cake." Yan Yan leaned forward to open the passenger car door and motioned for him to come up: "Come on, let's go home together."