Yongchuan Traffic Police Brigade.
Lin Zhaoxi never thought that Zhang Shuping would agree.
But when Zhang Shuping was sitting in the office of the Propaganda Department, together with the female leader, looking at her with indistinct eyes, Lin Zhaoxi regretted the phone call just now.
She smiled and looked at Zhang Shuping with a stiff expression.
Finally, the middle-aged man pushed his glasses, looked at the female leader at the desk, and said, "Hi, I am the teacher of the Yongchuan High School Math Competition Team. My surname is Zhang, and I am also in charge of the provincial Math Olympiad."
When hearing the words "Olympiad Competition", the female leader's reaction was the same as that of the previous guard, as if she suddenly became interested. Or to use a more precise word, they finally started to look her in the eye.
"You are invited here today because your students said that they are working on a program and need some help from us." The female leader said politely.
Lin Zhaoxi was very afraid that Zhang Shuping would say the "truth" suddenly, and looked at him nervously, but after a few seconds of silence, Lao Zhang said two words: "Yes."
The female leader at the desk paused, and then she could only continue by herself: "So I want to know a little bit about the specific... nature of the program you want to do?" She said politely, "That is, what do you need? How can we help here?"
Hearing this, Zhang Shuping's eyes shifted slightly.
Lin Zhaoxi sat up straight.
"What the child wants to do, let her introduce herself."
Mr. Zhang has also been in the system for a while, and he knows most of the speaking skills very well. Lin Zhaoxi breathed a sigh of relief, then concentrated again and began to organize her thoughts.
She has said many of the following words many times today, but in this office, she is forced to think carefully about what can be said and what cannot be said. She had to keep clear and orderly, but not leave any loopholes, lest Zhang Shuping would find out the loopholes.
She spoke carefully, and by the end, the two adults in the office just watched her in silence.
"It's probably like this." Lin Zhaoxi leaned forward slightly, looking at the lady at the desk, "I have already sorted out the data I want, and just wrote it down on paper for you."
The office was quiet again, and the voices of the policewomen walking and talking outside the door could be clearly heard.
Lin Zhaoxi stared at the person at the desk, and the lady changed her sitting position.
Lin Zhaoxi heard her say: "I understand everything you said, now I only have one last question."
"Excuse me."
"Your student status is in Anning, why do you want Yongchuan's traffic data?"
Lin Zhaoxi was stunned. The lady sat in the office chair with a meticulous posture, which made Lin Zhaoxi feel a little awe-inspiring.
"Don't be nervous, I did a little research." She pointed to her computer, "I didn't suspect you."
Sure enough, it's not that simple.
Lin Zhaoxi bowed her head in thought for a moment, then raised her head and answered, "Actually, I have already completed a traffic forecast in Anning. In terms of various conditions, Yongchuan has a larger geographical environment, more and more complex data, and I think it is more conducive to the improvement of the program." , so choose here.”
"So what's your next forecast going to be?" asked the woman.
"I can't answer you for the time being." Lin Zhaoxi said, "I promise not to violate the law or commit any crimes, nor to disrupt social stability and order."
"Why?"
"Because I hope that the fewer variables that will be intervened in the prediction, the better. For example, if I want to predict Teacher Zhang's actions, I can't tell him now that this will affect his behavior." Lin Zhaoxi paused, and chose an ambiguous one. Explain, “Everything is connected.”
"Well, I probably understand."
The lady doesn't seem to have much interest in what she wants to do, but just routinely confirms her reliability. "The data can be provided, so it's not a big problem. As long as it doesn't involve a specific traffic accident case, I need a lawyer to call for it."
"No specifics, I just want data."
"But the data itself will not be very detailed, such as road traffic flow, we only have a rough idea. For real-time things, you need to tell me in advance."
Lin Zhaoxi's eyes lit up: "'probably' is enough, thank you very much."
"When do you want things?"
"I hope as soon as possible, preferably tomorrow morning?" Lin Zhaoxi asked.
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
Lin Zhaoxi's whole body tensed up, "I hope to finish it as soon as possible, don't waste time."
"Then I will try my best," said the lady.
"I will come tomorrow." Lin Zhaoxi stood up and bowed involuntarily: "Thank you very much."
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Outside the City Traffic Police Brigade.
The sun sets early in winter, Lin Zhaoxi and Zhang Shuping walked out of the gate, and were covered by the orange sunset.
Ever since they left the Propaganda Office, Zhang Shuping hadn't said a word. In fact, to be precise, during the whole process, Lao Zhang has been silently giving her a platform, allowing her to perform as she pleases.
For a rigid and rigorous person like Vice President Zhang, this is probably all he can do.
Finally at the bus stop, Lin Zhaoxi raised her head and looked at him slightly, as if unconsciously, Lao Zhang had been so angry that his temples turned pale.
She wanted to say some words of thanks, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't.
So Zhang Shuping said indifferently first: "I don't know what the hell you are doing, let's not make an example."
After he finished speaking, he just left.
Somehow, maybe I didn’t eat lunch, or I made some progress after a tense day. After Zhang Shuping left, Lin Zhaoxi was sore and limp, unable to take half a step.
She sat down right there on the bus stop, and she finally had a chance to get the data, which should be enough to make her happy. But she didn't feel any relief in her heart.
Ever since she walked into the office of the Publicity and Education Section of the Traffic Police Brigade, her mobile phone had been on vibrate.
She had even made the mental preparation that if Hanamaki or Pei Zhi called, she would immediately stop the conversation and go out to answer the phone, but the phone never rang.
Thinking of this, she felt that she should not wait any longer. She took out her mobile phone and dialed Hanamaki.
There was a long waiting tone on the other end of the phone, and the traffic on the street was rushing. After going on for a minute, Lin Zhaoxi's heart sank into the water again. Hanamaki was very busy, maybe he was filming, so it was normal that he didn't answer his phone immediately.
She forced herself to comfort herself and put the phone back in her pocket. Someone at the station was selling roasted sweet potatoes again. She was so hungry that her stomach refluxed, so she stood up and walked to the stall.
As if sensing something, the moment she put her hand in her pocket to take out the money, the phone rang.
She subconsciously picked up the phone, put it to her ear, clamped it between her shoulders and said, "Hello, Hanamaki."
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and then she heard a clear and steady voice: "It's me."
The hustle and bustle on the street stopped for a moment, she seemed to be wrapped in a transparent bubble, the whole world was only the voice from the other end of the phone.
"I didn't see you at noon today. I think something happened to you. I haven't been free this afternoon, so I can call you now." Pei Zhi said.
Sure enough, Pei Zhi didn't receive her request for a flower tape. Thinking of Pei Zhi waiting for her at the door, she felt very uncomfortable for a moment: "I'm sorry, I asked you to wait for me."
Lin Zhaoxi didn't mention anything about the flower rolls, but said: "I've basically finished the work here. How about you, are you okay now? Have you eaten? Can I go over now? I'll bring you some takeaway, Do you want to eat KFC?"
Lin Zhaoxi could only think of some clichés and kept saying them.
"I'm fine." Pei Zhi's tone seemed to be comforting her, "You don't have to feel guilty, I only waited for a while at noon, and then I went back. So even if you come, we won't be able to finish that meal." Pei Zhi was very Explain to her sincerely, "You come here now, and I can't come out."
"It's Auntie... Is Auntie okay?" Lin Zhaoxi asked cautiously.
"He was rescued at noon and is now in the ICU."
The premonition came true, Lin Zhaoxi's throat choked up.
She didn't know what to say, and she had never dealt with such a problem before, but she had to keep talking, as if the phone wouldn't be hung up: "Is this your phone, I can still call you Is it? I'll call you when I'm free, when are you free? "
"This is the number from the nurse's station." When Pei Zhi said this, he was obviously in deep thought, and then he said, "I'll call you."
After Pei Zhi came to Yongchuan, he didn't have a mobile phone. He cut off all external contact methods, and they had to go through Hanamaki to talk. Although Pei Zhi never said why, Lin Zhaoxi knew very well that this was probably some kind of control Pei Zhi's mother had over her son before she died.
Facing his seriously ill mother, Pei Zhi could not resist, but obeyed.
Lin Zhaoxi didn't know what was going on in the intensive care ward of that hospital, and she really hoped that Pei Zhi couldn't help but talk to her casually.
But from the beginning to the end, Pei Zhi didn't say anything about his own situation.
"Yesterday, Lao Lin told me about my mother." Lin Zhaoxi thought for a while, then said slowly, "I just realized now that my mother had to give birth to me, and then she didn't want to raise me, probably because of this. , she sent me to the orphanage."
At this point in the conversation, there was a loud voice on the other end of the phone. That should be a large-scale visitor, bringing the movement of chaos.
It seemed that someone was calling Pei Zhi, and Pei Zhi was also greeting him. He kept talking to other people, but never hung up the phone.
Lin Zhaoxi didn't know about Pei Zhi's family, but now must be a troublesome time for many relatives to gather.
She stood silently in the cold wind on the side of the street, waiting for Pei Zhi to hang up the phone.
"I know, adults are not necessarily right." Pei Zhi suddenly said, "But I am luckier than you, she has been with me for 16 years."
The phone hung up, and the blank tone was long and distant.
The driver of the car suddenly honked the horn, and the screeching sound resounded through the sky. Lin Zhaoxi felt a little tinnitus.
She rubbed her ears, covered her mouth and nose, bent down, and coughed heavily.
"Do you want more sweet potatoes?" In front of her, the peddler looked impatiently.
"Yes." Lin Zhaoxi reluctantly said.
"Four taels, it's 5 yuan for you."
Take out the money, and the sweet potato is handed over.
Her palm was hot to the touch, and she gently peeled off the skin.
When I looked up again, the sunset in the sky was completely red, leaving Lin Zhaoxi in Lao Lin's office, the day she left the real world.
Although obviously not too long, it seemed as long as half a lifetime.