The meal didn't produce any results because no one was a neurologist, but we did drink a lot of alcohol.
Cheng Ji's alcohol tolerance was still so poor that after drinking only one bottle of beer he began to sleep on the table, leaving the others to clink glasses and play finger-guessing games.
Later, Lei Jing and Zhao Jiarui also joined in. The group drank from noon to afternoon, then changed place to continue drinking from afternoon to evening, and then changed place again to continue drinking from evening to midnight.
Lao Geng's alcohol tolerance is average, but he drinks generously. Once he sits at the table, he is a star and is surrounded by everyone, calling them "Brother Biao"; Chen Chuan was drunk to death by his brothers whom he hadn't seen for three years.
In the end, even Zheng Haiping got drunk and stood on a chair to drink from the bottle. Anyway, he was not afraid of drinking too much because he had someone to support him.
Cheng Ji was carried all the way from the club to a private restaurant, and then to a certain club, where he was thrown on the sofa. There was only one word to say: sleep.
Chen Chuan said with a big tongue: "Cheng Ji, this... this kid is no good! Really no good!... He is not pretending to be drunk to lure the enemy, he is really drunk! To be honest... to be honest, Country R is quite suitable for him, because there is a ban... a ban on alcohol!"
Wang Beifeng said: "What a coward... such a coward... yet Old Qi still treats him like... like a treasure!"
Chen Chuan yelled: "Lao Qi... I don't know him!"
Wang Beifeng yelled: "Baby is wronged!"
Cheng Ji was unconscious anyway, so he just let others insult him and continued to sleep until Lei Jing finally woke him up.
He opened his eyes, sat up in a daze, and saw a room full of people lying in all directions at his feet.
"… "
"What time is it?" he asked Lei Jing.
Lei Jing said, "It's two o'clock in the middle of the night. I will only be responsible for taking Haiping away, and the others will be left to fend for themselves."
Cheng Ji shook his head and felt like there was a bottle of water inside, clanging, but fortunately it didn't hurt.
Lei Jing was a moderate drinker and had a good alcohol tolerance, so he was still sober. He asked, "Do you want me to take you home?"
Cheng Ji looked at Lao Geng.
The old guy was drunk like a ghost. He took off all his clothes and was sleeping on the carpet in his long johns with his legs spread out. There was a black pig head painted on his belly. It was probably the work of either the soul painter Zhao Jiarui or the writer Chen Chuan.
Cheng Ji said: "My godfather is asleep, so let's not go back to Huang Village today."
"Not Huang Village," Lei Jing said, "Go back to your original home."
Original home? Does Cheng Ji still have a home in Hongcheng
"We have bought the house in the Workers' New Village for you." Lei Jing said.
Cheng Ji was startled and asked hurriedly, "Why did you buy that? Did Brother Hai buy it?"
Lei Jing smiled and said, "You won't believe it even if I tell you. I bought it in Beisong."
Cheng Ji wondered, didn't Qi Beisong forget about him
Lei Jing sat down next to him and said, "It happened more than half a year ago. Haiping went back to China for something and was browsing the Internet in the middle of the night. He suddenly found that your house was put up for sale by an agent. The price was not expensive, about 50,000 or 60,000 cheaper than the market price."
"He contacted the real estate agent the next morning. It turned out that the neighbor downstairs who had forced you to buy the house at a low price had run into trouble. First, the female owner was defrauded by an online fundraising scam and lost a lot of money. She lost all the money she had taken advantage of when buying the house. Then, the male owner was obsessed with buying lottery tickets. He borrowed money from all his relatives and friends, and the door was blocked by debt collectors. Later, the son of this family was dumped by his girlfriend the night before he got his marriage certificate. In short, the family was plagued by small disasters and troubles all the time. "
Cheng Ji chuckled. Although it sounded miserable, he felt relieved.
Lei Jing continued, "That family was anxious to sell the house to pay off their debts, but the hostess was quick to talk and spread the word that her family's misfortune was due to the purchase of your haunted house. If a house is cheap, there will always be people who want it, but a haunted house that gathers evil and causes loss of wealth may not be the same. So it was put up for sale for nearly half a year, and the price dropped by 5,000 to 10,000 every month, but still no one was interested."
Cheng Ji said angrily: "What a bullshit! Her family is the one that is fierce. She was cheated because of her greed for petty gains and she blames it on the house!"
Lei Jing agreed and said, "Haiping discussed with me whether we should take the opportunity to buy back the house, but Beisong heard it and asked what was going on. Haiping said he wanted to buy an old house to wait for demolition, and did not mention your name. Beisong did not take it seriously and said, "Buy, buy, buy. Why do we need to discuss such a trivial matter?" Haiping was about to hang up the phone when he heard Beisong say, "Buy the house downstairs as well."
"Huh?" Cheng Ji was surprised.
Lei Jing smiled and said, "Beisong said, it's just a matter of a million or so. Since we are waiting for the small profit from the demolition compensation, we can buy another one and make more pocket money for Lao Lei. The family downstairs is annoying, so we can just spend some money to drive them away!"
Cheng Ji stuttered a little: "He... remembered something?"
Lei Jing said: "I'm also confused. How did he know that the neighbor downstairs was not a good person? So he lost his memory. In fact, he was clear-headed. At least there were traces in his subconscious."
They were both silent for a moment, and Lei Jing continued, "So Haiping bought both houses, and he also bargained down the price so that the seller didn't get any advantage. Now both the upstairs and downstairs belong to you, and you can do whatever you want with them in the future. No one will care if you fight at home."
As he said that, he handed the keys to the two front doors to Cheng Ji.
Cheng Ji hurriedly refused: "Brother Lei, this is impossible! The two houses together are so expensive, I don't have the money to pay you back!"
Lei Jing said, "It's not our money, it's your husband's money. He bought you a house, why don't you pay it back?"
"My wife." Cheng Ji said.
"What belongs to your wife is yours. Are you being disloyal to him by resisting?" Lei Jing said, shaking the key. "Here you are! To be honest, if it weren't for the ups and downs in recent years, your wife would be willing to buy you twenty luxury houses, not just two!"
Cheng Ji slowly took the key.
"Brother Lei, thank you."
Lei Jing waved his hand, bent down, lifted Zheng Haiping onto his shoulder, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back!"
Cheng Ji was unwilling to bother him, and Lei Jing did not insist, so he took Zheng Haiping away.
Cheng Ji pushed the people lying on the ground one by one, and there was no one alive. He had no choice but to move them all to the sofa to sleep, and helped Lao Geng cover them with clothes.
Finally he left the club, got on a taxi, and headed for the Workers' New Village, an old neighborhood that should have been familiar but was actually unfamiliar.
He walked into the mottled and rusty unit door, went up along the dark and narrow corridor, and stood in front of the old door of his home, feeling lost.
It's been a long time since I felt this way, lonely.
Although it was dangerous when he was in country R, he had companions and comrades-in-arms, so he was not alone; before going abroad, he had Qi Beisong, who was as hot as fire, but he was not alone either.
Even when he was accompanying Ms. Cheng as she slowly approached death, he was not alone because he had something to do.
He looked at his little finger and thought that it was said that Yue Lao's red string was tied to his little finger. It would be nice if he could see it. He really wanted to know who was tied to the other end. Was it Qi Beisong
If the string had been broken, how much would it cost him to reconnect it
If Qi Beisong hides his hands and turns away now, can he force him
He opened the door, turned on the light, and found that the room was relatively empty. Some of his belongings were still piled downstairs at Qi Beisong's house. Zheng Haiping probably felt that he had no authority to deal with them, so he did not help him move them over.
He pushed open the door and suddenly laughed. It turned out that the room was filled with the imported calfskin fully enclosed bed that Qi Beisong had given him, which was two meters by two meters, with a headboard width of more than two and a half meters and a length of more than two and a half meters. It filled the entire room!
"… "
He squatted down with laughter, wondering how they had managed to lift the bed into the narrow doorway of their home. It was incredible!
The house had water, electricity and coal. Cheng Ji took a simple shower and lay on the big bed to enjoy life. The result was disappointing. He had been used to sleeping on a simple bed in Country R for the past few years and was no longer used to the oversized and soft mattress.
He couldn't sleep, so he sat up and looked through photos - it was funny that there wasn't a single normal photo of Qi Beisong in his phone.
Before the incident, the two were chasing each other and fleeing. Although they had confirmed their relationship, they had not had time to get along with each other, and they didn't even take a photo together.
After the accident, Zheng Haiping never sent him photos of Qi Beisong in coma to avoid worrying him.
Later, Qi Beisong woke up and recovered, but he was unable to contact him normally. The photos in his mobile phone were just sent to him by Zheng Haiping.
Brother Hai's photography skills are worrying. The photos of Qi Beisong in his photos are either blurry, or he doesn't look at the camera, or he shakes like a flash of lightning, or he frowns and pouts in impatience. In short, he doesn't look good. But for Cheng Ji, this is enough.
Qi Beisong in the photo is as handsome as before, but the rebellious look between his brows has faded, replaced by calmness and maturity.
He is 29 years old, his brilliance has not faded, and he is even more calm.
Cheng looked through them several times and suddenly stopped. He enlarged the last picture, then enlarged it again, staring at it intently.
This photo was taken in late autumn. Qi Beisong was wearing a khaki hunting suit and carrying a double-barreled hunting rifle on his shoulder. He was hunting on a hilltop. His eyes were looking at the valley opposite, and a small piece of red rope was exposed at the cuffs of his wrists.
Cheng Ji frowned and thought: Could it be that behind the red string... is that gourd
Three years ago, he and Lao Geng were drawing divination sticks at a temple in Huang Village. Lao Geng saw a small peach pit gourd less than an inch high on the old monk's desk, so he asked for it and gave it to him, saying that it could turn misfortune into good fortune and ward off disasters.
Later, he took Qi Beisong to climb a mountain, and for fun, he gave him the gourd as a token of his agreement to keep him as a "spare". Qi Beisong hung the gourd around his neck.
Could it be that he still has that thing with him? Does he still remember where it came from
Cheng Ji's heart was pounding, but after a few seconds, he denied himself: Qi Beisong would not remember, he was wearing a watch worth millions of yuan, how could he be attached to a crude wooden sculpture worth less than ten yuan? That piece of red rope should be just a rubber band for tying things, it just happened to be red.
Cheng Ji shook his head, threw down his phone and went to sleep.
The bed was too big and empty, and he tossed and turned for more than an hour without falling asleep. Finally, he used the quilt and pillow to make a circle for himself, exactly seventy centimeters wide. Only then did he feel comfortable.
The next morning he reported to the unit and officially started working.
Only a very few people in the detachment knew about his past, and when they came to see this legend, most of them thought he was just a new brother.
He didn't explain and just kept smiling.
Captain Xu patted him on the shoulder and said loudly: "After Xiao Cheng came, the average appearance of our detachment, especially our first squadron, has been greatly improved!"
The others laughed and said that you are too partial to one and the other to the other. He is handsome, but aren’t we handsome too
Captain Xu's eyes widened as he said, "You must have a correct understanding of yourself and cannot compare yourself with him! Xiao Cheng's handsomeness has been internationally certified. He had experience abroad before joining our team. How many princes and princesses have rushed to him and wanted to make him their consort! Can you do it?"
Cheng Ji quickly covered his mouth to prevent him from continuing to make up stories and spreading his reputation as a socialite.
It turned out that Captain Xu was a big shot. After he walked around the team, Cheng Ji's title of policewoman was solidified.
Everyone said that this was the signboard and facade of the detachment. Whether the brothers could be popular in the marriage market in the future depended on whether Xiao Cheng worked hard at the group blind date. As long as he worked hard, for his face and figure, he would be awarded a second-class merit!
Cheng Ji sat at his desk with a red face, surrounded by a group of people who were ready to rub their faces against him.
It's okay to just rub his face, but there's also the dog licker. He must have heard about his deeds from some leader, but dared not publicize it to the public, so he had to follow him and flatter him, more diligently than pursuing his wife.
Brother Cheng, can we shake hands? Brother Cheng, let's add each other as friends! Brother Cheng, you smoke. Brother Cheng, I'll fetch you some water! Brother Cheng, would you like some milk tea? Brother Cheng, you eat some candy! Brother Cheng, I'm next door, give me a shout if you need anything!
…
If he didn't know clearly that the other person had no interest in him, Cheng Ji would have felt that he was possessed by the Qi Beisong of the past. Those sparkling eyes, that obsessed face, there was no difference at all!
Being a policeman is not complicated, just doing construction, studying, meetings, training, duty, missions... Cheng Ji is good at all these. He hurriedly passed a week without contacting Zheng Haiping and Lei Jing, who were probably busy and didn't pass on the message.
After get off work one day, Cheng Ji called Lao Geng.
Lao Geng now has a job as a traffic wardens. Actually, a guy like him with a criminal record cannot join this team, but he has done great things before, so-called enlightenment! Anyway, the wardens have no law enforcement power, they just stand at the intersection to help.
Lao Geng didn't plan to work for long. He wanted to work for two years, or at most three years, save some money, return to Huang Village, renovate the house, and then open a noodle shop.
Speaking of the old noodle shop in Huang Village, its roof collapsed in the second year after Lao Geng and Cheng Ji went abroad.
The old house is alive, and the vitality is its vitality. It will not collapse if someone lives in it, but it will easily deteriorate once it is vacant. It will cost about 100,000 yuan to repair the house, and Lao Geng and Cheng Ji have to save it together.
Lao Geng was still writing a blank check and said, Cheng'er, this house doesn't take 30 years, I guarantee that I will transfer it to you in 20 years!
Cheng Ji looked at the half-ruined building and said, "Please save your money. I don't want your house. I will use the money for repairing it as support for the disaster area."
Lao Geng said that the house collapsed, but the homestead is still there. This is the inheritance your godfather left you!
Cheng Ji said, "Then you should pay the garbage removal fee first. I saved a few dollars with great difficulty in Country R, and I used it all to hire people to shovel away this precious heritage. It took two large trucks."
Lao Geng now lives with Cheng Ji in an old house on the fifth floor of the Workers' New Village. Lao Geng sleeps in the big room and Cheng Ji sleeps in the small room. Lao Geng is responsible for cooking, and whoever is free will clean the house.
Lao Geng picked up the phone: "Is Cheng'er off work?"
Cheng Ji hummed and asked, "Are you going home to eat or eating out?"
Lao Geng said, "You go back first. I'll just stay in the team. We have a temporary mission to check for drunk driving at a certain intersection tonight. I have to be on duty before eight o'clock."
Cheng Ji went back first, made dumplings and ate them by himself. He remembered that Lao Geng and the traffic policemen on duty would not leave their posts until late at night and would definitely need a midnight snack, so he packed a few plates of dumplings to send to them.
The place where Lao Geng is on duty is located at a crossroads in a busy area. There are many restaurants around it, and it is one of the most common checkpoints for checking drunk driving.
When Cheng Ji arrived, he saw Lao Geng and others holding down a man. The man was behaving in an exaggerated manner, yelling and refusing to obey. It was obvious that he was driving under the influence.
He couldn't disturb the traffic police at work, so he just stood by and watched.
Suddenly, he saw a black car waiting at a red light a little further away. The car window was rolled down and someone leaned out to take a look.
And that person was Qi Beisong.
Cheng Ji's sharp eyes often surprised even himself. He swore that he was not mistaken. It was Qi Beisong! His hair was a little shorter than before, combed neatly, with clear-cut features and angular masculine features.
Cheng Ji rushed towards him, but suddenly stopped!
… He couldn't just rush over and meet her, no matter how much he wanted to, because that would be too abrupt and would scare her. He had to test her, at least with some strategy.
He ran to Lao Geng and said, "Take off your clothes and hat and give them to me!"
Lao Geng had just been kicked by a drunkard and was angry. He asked, "What?"
"Clothes and hats!!" Cheng Ji shouted.
Old Geng still didn't understand, so Cheng Ji simply stripped the auxiliary police uniform off him, put it on quickly, put on his hat, snatched the alcohol tester from his hand, and turned around and ran towards Qi Beisong.
In the car, Qi Beisong realized that the noise ahead was just the police stopping drunk driving. He was about to close the window in boredom when suddenly a man jumped out from the side, stopped him from closing the window, and put the alcohol tester to his mouth and said, "Blow it."
Qi Beisong looked up, and with just one glance, he felt as if a bullet had pierced his chest, and even his breathing stopped!
Unbearable pain rose from inside his body, exploded, swept through his entire body, and collided and roared in his head. He stared at the other person with almost all his strength, his eyes did not move, his jaw was taut, and his muscles and bones from head to toe were all stiff!
He swore that he had never shown such a useless expression in his life, as if he was a fool who had never seen his own kind before!
In fact, the street lights were not bright and the other person was somewhat backlit, so he could not see his appearance clearly. But just by meeting his eyes, he felt pain, as if sandpaper had hit his heart.
A fresh smell from deep in his memory mixed with the smell of blood suddenly filled his nostrils, so sour that he almost cried.
His lips opened and closed, unable to find his voice.
Cheng Ji said calmly: "Blow it."
After a long while, Qi Beisong asked, "What are you playing?"
Cheng Ji pursed his lips, indicating that he should blow the instrument.
Qi Beisong stared at him, slowly lowered his head and blew a puff.
The values are completely normal, Qi Beisong did not drink any alcohol.
Cheng Ji put away the equipment and said in a businesslike manner, "Let's go."
After saying this, he turned around and walked away without waiting for Qi Beisong's reaction, step by step. He was calm at first, but finally lost his composure and ran away quickly.
Qi Beisong stared at his back until the light turned green and a long line of cars honked behind him, but he remained motionless.
Cheng Ji ran dozens of meters to Lao Geng and pulled him to a place where no one could see him.
Lao Geng complained, "What are you doing? You're talking nonsense!"
"He still recognizes me!" Cheng Ji's eyes sparkled, "I just can't remember it!"
He pointed to his heart: "Qi Beisong, remember me here!!"