Rubbing his temples, "I can make compensation, but you can mention the conditions as you like."
When Shiying heard the words "teng", he stood up suddenly: "Okay, you sit there and don't move, let me punch you three more times!"
"Okay, this is the police station, don't go too far." The assistant police stood up to persuade the fight, "And you, where's your ID card?"
Cen Fei responded belatedly, took out his ID card from his wallet, found two business cards, and handed them to the police assistant and Shiying one by one: "My name is Cen Fei, and I work in the Cen Group. I'm really sorry... Please believe me, I'm not a hooligan."
The police assistant looked down at his ID and business card, and couldn't help being taken aback. Cen's boss... Who in S City doesn't know about Cen? God, a big Bodhisattva entered our small temple today.
"Well, Mr. Cen, wait a minute, I'll pour you a cup of tea." The police assistant stood up quickly, walked away quickly, and yelled into the distance, "Officer Wang, come here, hurry up and let me I can't figure it out, oops, I'm not a policeman, come here!"
Shi Ying next to him was also in a daze at this time, changed his previous arrogant attitude, and didn't make a sound for a long time, just stared at Cen Fei blankly, as if trying to see a hole in his face.
Cen Fei smiled embarrassingly, and met his gaze: "You look very similar... you resemble a person, but if I'm not drunk, I will definitely not admit my mistake, I'm sorry."
Shi Ying still didn't speak, he seemed to be observing Cen Fei, and seemed to be thinking about something, and after a long time, he asked without thinking: "What is he like?"
"He... has the same beautiful eyes, nose, and mouth as you, and is as tall and thin as you." Cen Fei looked at the young man in front of him again, but restrained himself from looking away before the other party became angry. He took off his broken glasses, rubbed his dry eyes, and smiled wryly, "Actually, it doesn't look like that... It's because I drank too much and thought about it. He disappeared for five years and won't come back..."
"Who's missing? Have you reported the crime, Mr. Cen?" A small policeman appeared out of nowhere, smiling attentively, "Hello, my name is Wang, and I'm the policeman here."
Cen Fei quickly hid his gaffe, put on his glasses, adjusted his clothes, stood up, and shook hands with the policeman politely: "Hello, Officer Wang."
"Hello, hello, come to have a cup of tea? I understand this matter. It's all a misunderstanding, hahaha." The policeman smoothed things over with a playful smile, "If you want me to say, take a step back, this matter will be settled. Forget it, okay? Mr. Cen will drink less alcohol in the future, and classmates should not be too impulsive... Come here to sign, and I will find a car to take you to the hospital for a checkup."
"Okay, what hospital are you going to?" Shi Ying signed the signature, and stood up holding the piano case, "I'm unlucky today, can I go back?"
Seeing that the problem was solved, Cen Fei didn't want to stay any longer. He lowered his head and signed his name and said politely to the policeman, "Excuse me, Officer Wang, then I'm leaving too. Please don't say anything about what happened today."
"Don't worry, our police have professional ethics."
"Blame me for causing trouble to you."
"No trouble, serving the people is the duty. Mr. Hey Cen, just now you said you were missing? Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Oh, this thing..."
"Hey! Are you finished?" Shi Ying interrupted, raising his chin impatiently, "Cen Fei, let's go."
Cen Fei didn't understand why for a while, but his mind was still not very clear. It wasn't until he followed Shiying out of the gate of the police station in a daze that he realized that the atmosphere was a bit inexplicable.
He shook his head with a smile, took out all the banknotes in his wallet, and handed them to Shiying: "It's the compensation for today's incident, I'm sorry, classmate Shi."
Shi Ying raised his eyebrows, and finally only took one out of the thick stack of red: "Taxi fare, enough."
Cen Fei laughed again, he put away his wallet, patted Shiying on the shoulder, and walked together to the street with heavy traffic.
The two walked slowly side by side, no one spoke for a long time, Cen Fei was still secretly looking at the young man next to him from the corner of his eye.
looks like? They are indeed similar, but they are not that similar. Their appearance and facial features are about 80% similar, and their speech and deeds are even more completely different.
Even with a huge piano box on his back, the back of the young man in front of him is still very straight, as stubborn as a poplar tree, but if you touch him, this man will suddenly grow thorns, piercing his hands Blood... It's not like him, completely different.
Cen Fei felt that he was too emotional tonight... In fact, it's nothing, he said to himself, just treat it as a long-lost indulgence.
Soon Shiying stopped an empty car, opened the door and stuffed the piano case in, and turned around to meet Cen Fei's thoughtful eyes. He hesitated for a moment, then faltered and said: "Hey, I said Cen Fei, that... don't look for him, he is dead."
Cen Fei was stunned when he heard the words, and didn't react for several seconds, until there was a sudden "buzz" in his head, and the uncomfortable headache was instantly superimposed with dizziness. He staggered and almost couldn't stop.
"What did you say?!" Cen Fei took a sudden step forward, grabbed Shi Ying's arm, and prevented him from getting into the car, "Speak clearly, who are you... Who is he to you?"
"He's my brother. He died of a serious illness five years ago. He has passed away and left for Hexi. Do you understand? Let go!" Shi Ying broke away from Cen Fei and got into the car.
Cen Fei took a step forward, and he was sluggishly stuck by the car door, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and something flickered in his eyes, as if he was unwilling to go out like this.
"He...he really?" Cen Fei was holding on to the car door dumbly, in a trance.
"Really, can you let go, brother? I'm going home." Shiying didn't dare to look at Cen Fei, but tried hard to grab control of the car door, but it was in vain.
Whether it is the car door or the "stone statue" in front of it, it is difficult to shake the slightest.
"Let go! Don't force me to beat you! Let go! Let go!" Shi Ying was in a hurry and yelled with bravado.
"What's his name?" Cen Fei said suddenly, his voice dry, "I don't know what his name is yet."
Shi Ying raised his head and looked at Cen Fei blankly, making sure that the other party was not joking: "Aren't you and him already... what are you doing?!"
"Name, tell me his name." Cen Fei bent down, his deep eyes shot through the cracked lens, and Shi Ying's back was haired, "He said that he will tell me his real name when we meet next time, what is his name? ?what is his name?!"
Shi Ying turned his head away from Cen Fei's gaze, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Shi Shi, his name is Shi Shi."
"Xiaoguang... Xiaoguang..." Cen Fei murmured, and finally let go of the car door. He staggered back two steps, and suddenly laughed nervously to himself.
Shiying was a little scared, and quickly closed the car door and yelled at the driver: "Drive! Drive!"
The car drove away, Shi Ying's heart was beating like a drum, he turned his head in shock, and saw that Cen Fei was still standing there, with a weird smile on his face, looking extremely hideous and weird under the street lights.
"Time... His name is Xiaoguang, that's right... It's not a fake name... It's not a fake... He didn't lie to me..." Cen Fei smiled, but unpreparedly, his face was covered with tears.
03.
Cen Fei returned home in a trance, opened the medicine box and found a hangover medicine, a headache medicine, a stomach medicine and a sleeping pill, and swallowed them together with saliva.
He fell unconscious soon afterwards, lying on the sofa and falling asleep in a second.
He seemed to have had a dream, a dream that didn't look like a dream, with no picture or color, just a dead blackness, accompanied by a "sorry" that sounded far and near.
He wanted to refute, wanted to say "don't say sorry, and don't say sorry", but he couldn't make a sound from the beginning to the end, and couldn't break free from the nightmare, until the next morning, he was woken up violently by the doorbell.
The young new assistant Xiao Yang saw that Mr. Cen, who has always done things safely and planned, and acted like a clock, overslept today. His surprise was beyond words. When he saw the wound on his face, he was even more worried. : "Mr. Cen, do you have a headache? This is on your face... You got into a fight with someone?"
"It's okay, I fell." Cen Fei waved his hand indifferently, pointing to his bedroom: "Help me pack some clothes, I'll take a shower quickly, don't miss the plane."
"Don't worry, if you miss it, you can change it. I... I'd better find something to cover your face first."
On the way to the airport, Cen Fei kept his eyes closed thinking about something.
Recalling what happened yesterday, it has become as unreal as an old movie, but the words "he died" still cruelly tore at his heart that he thought had been numb and cooled.
How can there be any numbness? Just dare not face it.
The unexplained disappearance of Xiaoguang was an old sore in his heart. He had a faint premonition from a very early age, and this premonition made him fearful. He was afraid that if he got to the bottom of it, he would get the worst news. He would rather pretend that this is Xiaoguang playing a long-standing joke with him, or playing a long-lasting game of hide-and-seek. When he gets tired of hiding and playing enough, he will naturally come back, as if he never left.
He is not afraid of waiting, even if it is just an empty dream, he is willing to wait.
It's better than now... Today, five years later, that true and cruel news hit him unsuspectingly, brutally waking him up from his dream.
Maybe I have to go to his brother and ask him for clarification? Cen Fei thought to himself. No, let's forget it... I'll talk about it later, no hurry, no hurry.
He tried again to hide that scar, in vain, by deceiving himself