In the middle of the night, the street lights elongated the silhouettes of people. In the quiet night, the sound of water on the street can be clearly heard.
Lin Chen and Xing Conglian were walking on the stone road. It was only after seven o'clock in the evening, and most of the shops on the street were closed. In a sense, Hongjing was really a very hopeless city.
Yanjia Lane is still a little narrow and a little long. The only thing that has changed are the shops on both sides of the lane.
According to Xing Conglian, during the time he was away, the city government renovated Yanjia Lane, and the houses on both sides were renovated and rented out to some students who wanted to start businesses in the literary and art industry and some people in the literary and art circles. Therefore, some old houses on the street have become coffee shops and tea houses, and some have become studios or handicraft studios.
The original yellowed walls were covered with fences and flowers and plants, and from time to time, cats could be seen taking a nap in the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the old streets became much warmer and more humane.
The yellowish light reflected the old house number, and two people squatted pitifully in front of the old wooden door.
Xing Conglian followed Xing Conglian to a halt.
Xing Conglian said to the two in a helpless tone: "If you are like this, the neighbor next door will call the police when they see it."
A certain young comrade who was addicted to online games raised his head and his eyes were bright: "Ah, what are you calling the police? Boss, why is your wife closed? I have cracked the passwords for the next door and the next door, can you let me in? Have a bite to eat?"
The other person squatting aside did not speak for a long time.
Lin Chen looked down at the other party, only to see that the man's eyes were slightly red, and his eyes were stunned, as if he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.
"Hey, didn't you have the phone call two days ago?" He said helplessly in a soft tone.
Before he finished speaking, the man jumped up and hugged him tightly: "Senior brother, I'm timid, don't scare me anymore!"
…
After reuniting with him, Fu Hao held on to his arm.
As soon as he entered the door, Lin Chen heard Professor Fu's endless complaints, he thought silently, this is probably the legendary coquettish
Xing Conglian stood by the door and turned on the door light. The moment the light came on, Professor Fu's chattering stopped abruptly.
In front of him is a classical courtyard, among the grass and trees, the ground lights are shining brightly, a cobblestone-paved path connects the front door and the main hall, and on the left side of the courtyard is a pool of green water. The surface of the water flickered with a cool floating light.
Fu Hao was stunned for a while, and finally spit out two words: "Fuck?" After he finished speaking, he took two steps back like hell, walked out the door, glanced at the door number, and rushed in to hold Xing Conglian: "Are you all right? What are you doing in someone else's house, as a public official, don't know the law and break the law!"
Hearing what Fu Hao said, Xing Nianlian remained silent.
Lin Chen had no choice but to explain in place of Conglian: "The renovation of the old street is a practical project of the municipal government."
"Return to room change for practical engineering?"
"The house he used to live in was next door and rented to a gallery, so he moved here."
Professor Fu's face was full of disbelief: "Just his broken house, why should the government give him a replacement? This is a garden, right?" As he said, he walked to the pond, where several beautiful rockeries and stone arch bridges were stacked. Across the water, I saw bright red koi across the water, rippling layers of ripples, "Senior brother, look, there are koi!"
"Well, do you want to say goodbye?" Xing Cong Lian asked with a smile.
"Old Xing, let me tell you, you can't touch money that shouldn't be touched, you know?" Professor Fu suddenly turned around with a dignified expression, "You must always remember your identity, and don't be knocked down by the sugar-coated cannonballs of capitalism. "
Xing Conglian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked Lin Chen, "Is your junior brother changing careers to take a politics class?"
"Old Xing, be serious. You say that you are a criminal policeman and live in such a house, but you must not be known by Inspector Huang, otherwise you will have to take off three layers of skin if you don't die!" Fu Hao continued to speak bitterly.
Although Fu Hao was very talkative, his words were full of concern. Xing Conglian probably heard this, so he sincerely said: "Professor Fu, don't worry."
The three of them were talking by the pool, mostly Fu Hao was constantly nagging, and he and Xing Conglian teased him from time to time.
Suddenly, there was a wailing from the main hall: "Boss, I'm hungry!" Said Dynasty, who had rushed into the room to play games.
"Instant noodles are in the first cabinet on the left hand of the kitchen." Xing Conglian raised his voice and told the little comrades in the room.
"But I don't want to eat instant noodles anymore!" Chao continued to shout.
"Order takeaway."
"I'm tired of eating nearby takeaways."
They entered the main hall.
The young comrade Dynasty was lying on the table, powerless, as if he had just lost the game and was unlovable.
"What do you want?" Xing Conglian asked.
Hearing this, Wang Chao's eyes lit up, and Lin Chen saw his eyes float over.
"Achen, can you cook for me, okay?" After he finished speaking, he licked his lips and said, "I really want to eat home-cooked food."
Lin Chen thought it was funny: "Why did you pick me?"
"Boss pass, Professor Fu is used to eating passes in the cafeteria, you must be very good at cooking when you lived alone before!"
In fact, there is nothing wrong with Dynasty's analysis. The only problem is that a man who is familiar with the various instant noodle flavors on the supermarket shelves has no materials that can show his cooking skills.
Lin Chen stood in front of the sink, rinsing the wilted vegetables, and boiling hot instant noodles in the pot. Well, it still tasted like braised beef.
Xing Conglian leaned against the cooking table and said to the little comrade who was looking through the refrigerator: "Don't look for it, you have eaten the last salt water square leg the day before yesterday."
"Why don't you go grocery shopping!" Dynasty looked back angrily.
"Because I work hard every day." Xing Conglian answered as a matter of course.
Chaos was so choked that he couldn't speak, slammed the refrigerator door, and rushed back to the computer, ready to kill two more.
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The instant noodles with green vegetables and eggs are still braised beef flavor, and they can't turn out any novel tricks.
After dinner, in order to avoid Fu Hao's ideological and moral education on Xing Conglian, Lin Chen took them to the balcony to drink tea.
The spring breeze is half cool, not cool, the balcony is facing the river, and the lights on both sides of the river are reflected in the water, making it even more sparkling.
Professor Fu is someone who has seen the world anyway, but sitting in a corrupt armchair holding a cup of hot tea, he is so comfortable that he wants to hum.
"Senior brother, have you made up your mind to stay here?" Professor Fu asked him with half-squinted eyes.
There was only the sound of running water all around, and everything was quiet.
"Um."
Fu Hao looked at him, hesitant to say anything, and finally said, "Then you must never be as stubborn as before."
"it is good."
"In the case of Feng Peilin, I understand that you are trying to cheat and escape from surveillance. Although it is not a good idea to hide all the time, it is better than your old age. Let's take a high-speed robbery, I know you also accidentally ran into it, no matter what. It's not realistic, but it's too dangerous. It can kill a carload of drug-trafficking organizations in one fell swoop, and dare to put sucker bombs under the police car. This is no longer a bold description, okay? Press it down, you are going to be famous again, if you are targeted by drug dealers again, what will you do?"
Professor Fu was worried, and Lin Chen was helpless, but he could only comfort him: "It's okay, the police have a witness protection system."
"You didn't pay attention to this matter at all!" Professor Fu put down the teacup and raised the volume.
"But what do you want me to do?"
Lin Chen asked very depressed.
As soon as Fu Hao heard him say this, he hurriedly comforted him: "It's okay, it's fine now, you can stay with Lao Xing, and he can protect you in case of any robbery or murder."
The subject of the topic changed instantly, and I have to say that Lin Chen still has some experience in adjusting the teacher and brother.
"If you say that, I always have a bad feeling."
"Hey, who is called Senior Brother, your life is really not very good?"
"Then Professor Fu, do you have any transport methods?" Lin Chen asked with a smile.
"I think Lao Xing's luck seems to be good. You can see that the government builds a street, and he can change to such a good place to live. I heard that some people are born with a hard life, but their fate is good. All good luck is gone."
"it is good."
Lin Chen didn't speak any more, except for the sound of water, there was no other sound around.
Fu Hao seemed to feel very uncomfortable. He scratched his hair and suddenly remembered something: "That's right, senior brother, the day after tomorrow, the 60th birthday of the old man, that..."
"What's wrong?"
"Are you going?"
"Professor Fu means, do you want me to go, or do you want me to go?" Lin Chen asked.
"No, of course I want you to go, even if I don't want to, the old man also thinks, that is, our old man is full of peaches and plums, and there will be a lot of classmates going..."
"and then?"
"Then, let me just tell you, many of them want to take advantage of Lao Tzu's birthday, and hold a class reunion by the way, damn, do you remember that bastard Zheng Dongdong? I have to recommend you to be the host of the class reunion, say you I used to have good grades and can do it, but now I must be an elite in society. You are the most suitable host. I see him in the group as a villain who is arrogant and sarcastic. get you down..."
"I don't remember." Lin Chen interrupted Fu Hao.
"Don't remember what?"
"I don't remember who Zheng Dongdong is."
"It doesn't matter if you don't remember, that's just a small role. We were in the next class before, but he was disgusting and strong enough. To be honest, it's really bad if you don't go, or we will be him at night and go to the old man's house. It's convenient to visit and talk."
"No, that's not what I meant." Hearing what Fu Hao said, Lin Chen raised the kettle on the coffee table and filled the cup with some hot water: "Since I don't even remember who he is, what does he think, say or even say? Does it matter what you do?"
"It's not important, it's not important, but the classmates will..."
"You are trying to say that now my classmates are all successful in their careers, but I, who had the best grades at the time, just got worse and worse. I can only be a small adviser to the police force. It's easy to feel uncomfortable when I go to see my old classmates, right? ?"
Fu Hao thought for a long time and the words were held in his throat. In the end, he blushed a little, but under his burning gaze, he could only nod his head.
"Since this job is my choice, and I'm happy to do it, why should I have low self-esteem