"Interesting?" Zhang Qi seemed to have heard of this person, and asked: "Is that the singer who sings something? He often holds a guitar, and his hair is as long as his neck."
"Yes, that's him." Xichang stretched out his right index finger and tapped a few times in the air, as if to praise Zhang Qi's wit, and said.
Xia Ruo has never heard of this person. She has no interest in folk songs and always feels incompatible with the fast pace of modern society. But this is also the reason why many people pursue folk songs. They always say they want to break away from the world, pursue freedom, and enjoy themselves.
Xia Ruo didn't understand this.
As soon as she came back from the bathroom, she heard what they said about the singer, so she asked inquisitively: "Jianghe? Who is it?"
Xichang turned around and explained to Xia Ruo: "It's just a folk singer. He participated in a competition the year before. It was quite famous throughout the country. Then it suddenly became popular. The limelight has been in full swing in the past two years."
"Folk singer." Xia Ruo shrugged, she didn't recognize a folk singer.
Zhang Qi's name was Xichang, and he asked him, "When was the concert of the resignation?"
Xichang thought for a while and said, "It seems to be the night after tomorrow." Seeing Zhang Qi seemed a little interested, he asked, "Why, do you want to see it?"
Zhang Qi casually held the black carbon pen, lowered his chin with the end of the pen, as if hesitating: "Well... I have a friend who seems interested in him."
"Boyfriend?" Xichang smirked.
Zhang Qi rolled his eyes and said, "What boyfriend is just an ordinary friend, your sister and I are still single, okay?"
Nanyin put the lunch box in his hand on the dinner table and greeted the man on the sofa who focused on playing the strings.
"Abei, have dinner."
Above the sofa is a small four windows. The sunshine in the summer allows the floor to be warm. When you step on it with bare feet, the whole person will feel relaxed.
Abei stopped the provocation of his fingers, and carefully put the guitar aside in his arms, acting softly as if he was treating his beloved woman.
"I came back early today." Abei looked at Nanyin and said.
It's only ten thirty.
Nanyin said: "Because I know you must have not had breakfast. I happened to see a lot of people lined up in a store, so I bought it by the way."
Nanyin is a very beautiful girl, but her looks make people look very comfortable. In Abei's words, he has never seen a girl who can be like Nanyin, long as clear as a mountain stream, dreaming at a glance.
Today, Nanyin seems to have dressed up specially. In the past, she often used light-colored and very daily pink lipstick. Today's lip color seems to be slightly more gorgeous, but it matches this hot season very well, but for some reason, her face is whiter than before. Some, maybe because it's too hot to run outside.
Nanyin likes to wear cotton and linen skirts. Today's off-white top and light blue long skirt he bought for her as a gift for the success of his first concert. But Nanyin was so happy and couldn't bear to wear it. Why did he wear it today
Abei then discovered that Nanyin not only put on the dress he gave her, but also brought the bracelet that they bought when they went to the background together. It was a string of musical notes, which was quite cheap, only tens of dollars. But she has always regarded it as a treasure.
What day is today
Abei was suddenly curious.
He turned his head and glanced at the calendar on the wall. It was painted by Nanyin himself, and the names of the two of them are written on it: "Nanyin, Zhangbei", with a heart strung in the middle.
Every day, Nanyin will use colored pens to circle the numbers, indicating that the day has passed. When you are happy, use an orange pen and when you are sad, use a green pen. Nanyin is a girl who loves to laugh very much. She rarely encounters unhappy things. Every time the yellow pen is changed two or three, the green pen still has more than half of the ink remaining.
It's just... This month, there are green ink stains for several days. Nanyin moved out from here after the day of their quarrel. The figures on the back were all drawn by him, using black ink pens.
Thinking of this, Zhang Bei felt a little heavy.
Today is May 25th. It doesn't seem to be a special day. Could there be any activities in Nanyin for a while
Has anything attracted her recently
Thinking about it this way, Zhang Bei found out that it seemed that in the past few days, he hadn't had a good chat with Nanyin for a long time.
In fact, since the two people had a big quarrel last time, Zhang Bei has been trapped in a very busy work, and it seems that he has never had intimate exchanges.
He was a little guilty.
Nanyin put one of the two lunch boxes in front of Zhang Bei's seat, and one in front of him, and said, "Today I bought two fruit rice."
Zhang Bei went to the kitchen to wash his hands, wiped them dry, walked to the table, pulled the chair away, and sat down.
Nanyin sat opposite her, with her arms crossed on the table, like a primary school student listening intently to class.
"What kind of fruit?" Zhang Bei asked as he opened the lunch box in front of him.
The meal is very delicate, surrounded by mango pudding, like a carefully carved orange-yellow small bowl, which is filled with fried rice, rice, ham and carrots. The fried rice is also covered with a sugar-hearted egg. . The color of the whole meal looked full of vitality.
Zhang Bei was taken aback.
Nanyin noticed that she was a little nervous for some reason, and asked cautiously: "Why, don't you like to eat?"
Zhang Bei opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Nanyin interrupted him, and explained in a somewhat awkward manner: "I saw a lot of people buying it, and I think it will be delicious. Because mango rice is the most sold, so I… "
"I love so much."
Nanyin was interrupted and froze.
Zhang Bei smiled.
His seat was facing the light, and the light extended along the line of his face to the outside. The partition of the light made the outline of his mandible more obvious, and it was also a little more gentle with the color of light.
In fact, he did smile very softly at the moment.
"I like the meal you brought back."
He said.
Nan Yin blinked, looking at the gentle and tenderness between the eyebrows of the person in front of him, suddenly felt a little dazed, as if he was looking at something illusory.
Nanyin never brings mango-related things to her home because she doesn't like mangoes. Therefore, it seems that he has never seen Zhang Bei eat mangoes. He always thought that Zhang Bei didn't like mangoes, but it seemed that Zhang Bei didn't eat them just because she didn't like mangoes.
The heart began to panic again.
Zhang Bei picked up his chopsticks, pierced the fried egg on the fried rice, and said, "You still know me and know that I like to eat Tangxin fried eggs."
Nanyin suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped Zhang Bei's hand holding his chopsticks to add food.
Zhang Bei puzzled: "What's the matter?"
Nanyin hesitated. After watching him for a long time, he still asked, "Abei, can you not go to Beijing? Stay and stay with me in Hong Kong, okay?"
Zhang Bei always keeps a gentle smile because such a sudden question is a bit stiff
hard.
He said, "Xiaoyin, let's talk about it after we have eaten, okay?"
Nanyin didn't speak. She held the posture of Zhang Bei's right hand for a long time, then slowly let go, lowered her head to hide her sad expression, and said, "It's okay, let's eat first."
He still decided to leave her.
Nanyin's rice is the same fruit rice as Zhang Bei, but her portion is strawberry.
My favorite strawberry is my favorite, but this meal is hard to swallow.
The dinner table was exceptionally quiet.
Both of them seemed to be at heart, and neither spoke, but ate quietly.
Nan Yin kept his head down, as if chewing the food in front of him seriously.
When Zhang Bei finished eating, Nanyin still had half of his meal. She said: "Throwing it away is too wasteful, I'll take it back."
Then he threw the mango rice from Zhang Bei into the kitchen trash can.
While Nanyin was cleaning up, Zhang Bei had already picked up his guitar again and sat on the sofa, stroking the guitar like he was stroking his beloved woman.
There was a bitterness in my heart.
"Abei." Nanyin called him.
Zhang Bei looked up and asked: "What's the matter?"
Nanyin looked at him for a while, and finally shook his head, and said, "It's nothing, I have something else, I'm leaving now."
"good."
It's half past six in the evening.
The serious crime team received a call to the police, saying that someone committed suicide by cutting their wrists in a certain community.
As soon as Su Luoheng arrived home with his front feet, he put on another pair and went to the scene of the incident.
"what's the situation?"
The door of the victim's house was open, police officers came in and out, and neighbors and people watching the excitement were stopped by the side. Su Luoheng called the members of the same group standing at the door and asked.
"The name of the man who committed suicide was Zhang Bei, a local, thirty-two years old, and a folk singer." The police officer took the information about Zhang Bei he had just obtained and read it to Su Luoheng.
While listening, Su Luoheng walked to the place where the incident occurred, and saw the deceased at a glance.
The deceased was wearing a pair and lying in the bathtub, which had been smudged into a bright red blood pool with red blood stains. The white clothes of the deceased have also become uneven and gradually red.
Xia Ruo heard Su Luoheng's voice and raised her head: "You are here."
Su Luoheng only saw Xia Ruo, she was squatting next to the bathtub, trying to examine the body.
"How is it?" Su Luoheng asked the situation of the deceased.
"Excessive blood loss." Xia Ruo said, "There was a stab wound on his wrist."
Having bent the scene to collect and shoot, the water in the bathtub was drained, and the wounds of the deceased were more obvious.
"Suicide?" Su Luoheng asked.
In fact, he saw the deceased holding a dagger in his left hand and asked, just to be sure.
Xia Ruo nodded, picked up the dagger with a gloved hand, and said to the wound on the right hand of the deceased: "Judging from the traces of the wound, it should be this dagger. Inferred from the scene of the crime, it looks very similar. It's suicide."
"Death time?"
"Well... It's almost between one and four o'clock in the afternoon."
After understanding the general situation, Su Luoheng turned around and asked the police officer: "Who is the reporter?"
"It's the elder's girlfriend, named Nan Yin." The police officer called Nan Yin over.
She also wore the same clothes she wore during the morning meal, very literary and gentle beauty.
Nanyin was crying all the time, the kind of quiet crying softly. The tears didn't stop for a moment. Although the policewoman kept handing her paper towels, her whole face was still wet. My eyes are already red and swollen, I must have been crying for a long time.
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