Red and blue sirens flickered, speeding all the way on the evening rush hour street in the center of Jinhai.
Bu Chonghua held the steering wheel with one hand and pressed Song Ping's eighteenth call with the other, his gloomy brows reflected in the rearview mirror. After a while, the off-road vehicle turned into a crooked alley, and stopped downstairs in the old-fashioned residential building. Bu Chonghua turned off the fire and pulled out the key. He took out the lock picking device from the glove box, got out of the car, and rushed straight up. In the dark and damp corridor, even knocking on the door was simply omitted, and the old wooden door was pried open directly: "Wu Yu!"
The room was empty, there was no one in the kitchen, toilet, and bedroom, and the four dilapidated walls faced him silently.
Wu Yu did not come back.
Bu Chonghua lifted his trousers, knelt on the ground and glanced under the bed, sure enough, what he was looking for was no longer in the original position. There were no wardrobes, kitchens, cupboards, under the dining table, or behind the refrigerator. Bu Chonghua's face was sinking like water. He walked back and forth twice in this cramped and low one-bedroom room. His eyes suddenly landed on the water pipes in the bathroom, and he saw the rusty water. The water pipe, the wall, and the shower curtain formed an extremely hidden triangular space, and he stepped forward and pulled the shower curtain.
—In the narrow angle that even cats can’t get into, a few kraft paper bags are stuffed impressively.
is cash.
Bu Chonghua took a few steps back, his back pressed against the wall, the hot breath finally let loose from his throat, and only then did he feel that his shirt was soaked with cold sweat.
The phone rang again, this time it was Liao Gang: "Hey boss, the airport, high-speed rail, and long-distance bus station have all sent back news, but I didn't find the entry and exit records of Xiao Wu's ID card. I also asked the property to look at your house. Someone opened the door. And Xu Bureau asked me why you didn't answer the phone and what happened. They said that Xiao Wu was going to resign?!…”
"I know." Bu Chonghua interrupted Liao Gang, only to realize that his voice was hoarse: "Don't look for it, others are still in Jinhai."
As long as the money is there, Wu Yu has not left.
He can make a clean break with Bu Chonghua without hesitation, but he will definitely come back to get the money.
-Where will Wu Yu go now
Bu Chonghua slowly sat on the ground against the wall, and suddenly realized that he didn't actually know Wu Yu. He does not know which takeout Wu Yu usually likes to order, where to hang out, whether he will go to the nearby library or basketball court; he does not know what Wu Yu's parents do, whether they have ever had a lover or friend, save food What kind of things are you saving for, or what kind of dreams are you fulfilling
He called Wu Yu every day, but he didn't even know the real name of that person.
Huge Jinhai, where else can he go
"... I don't know, and I don't really want to know. You don't need to tell me about your parents... "
"I'm not in the same world as you, so sorry for disappointing you... Sometimes I'm disappointed in myself too."
Bu Chonghua looked at the gray floating dust in the air, and saw the figure staggering back under the cloudy sky, his back almost hit the tombstone, and then he simply leaned against the tombstone and laughed, covering his face with one hand, even his waist. bent down.
But at that time, he was roasted by rage, and he couldn't hear a sound of laughter full of unspeakable sadness and self-deprecation.
"...I'm just an ordinary little guy who just wants to hide from old age and die," he said with a smile, "at least I can live longer than your parents."
As if a flash of light passed through thousands of threads, illuminating the confused mind, Bu Chonghua's eyes slowly changed—
Is it possible that Wu Yu went back there alone
If the Wu Yu who clenched his teeth and pushed the security officer to jump out of the window in the fire is true, if the Wu Yu who gritted his teeth and obeyed the order to throw the machete at himself during the riot in Fengyuan Village is true, if the trust and despair that once put all the The cry for help in the middle of the night, the late-night snuggling and kisses are all real...
Bu Chonghua staggered and stood up without realizing it, feeling that he had grabbed a life-saving driftwood in the icy, suffocating river water, and then he placed all his bets on it.
- He wanted to bet that Wu Yu did go there.
He wanted to bet that Wu Yu was indeed someone he knew.
Bu Chonghua grabbed the car keys, staggered out of the house, and stepped on the accelerator. There is no need to set up navigation at all. Over the years, he has been very clear about the direction from every corner of the city to the Martyrs Cemetery. He quickly got off the viaduct and got on the highway, passing through the familiar suburban wilderness, and stopped at the gate of the cemetery that he had just arrived at yesterday. Formerly - Jinhai Martyrs Cemetery.
At this time, the sky was already very dark, and the stone steps were not easy to walk. Bu Chonghua stepped on the fluffy soil in trousers and leather shoes without hesitation. He walked straight to the southeast corner with three steps and two steps. There were many tombstones, and I caught a glimpse of that very familiar corner—
In the next second, his heart sank.
no one.
The stone tablet engraved with his parents' names was empty, the last ray of light disappeared in the distance, and the evening wind blew over the city and whistled into the sky.
Bu Chonghua's heart finally hit the bottom of the abyss, and there was a loud bang in his ears, and he couldn't react for a while when he stood there.
Just then, the phone vibrated in his trousers pocket for more than ten seconds before he subconsciously took it out and glanced at it. The caller ID was not Song Ping or maybe it was Lin Fang.
Bu Chonghua's first reaction was to press it directly, but after a full ten seconds, the last bit of rationality made him force himself to pick it up, and said hoarsely: "...Hello?"
"Hey Bu detachment, I just came out of the branch. I heard that you sent an internal association to find Wu Yu this afternoon?"
Bu Chonghua already had a hunch in his heart: "Have you found him?"
On Wynn Street in the center of the city, the colorful lights and neon colors have already lit up early, and exciting electronic drum beats are vaguely heard from the bar. Lin Fang stood on the side of the road smoking a cigarette, and turned his head to look at the Jagged Blood Bar: "No, although I don't know where he is now, I know where he is going."
"… "
"Take your people back." Lin Fang's voice was still very gentle, and said, "You don't need to intervene in this matter for the time being."
Bu Chonghua froze in place, the phone had been hung up.
The weightless emptiness spread from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, Bu Chonghua slowly lowered his hands, stepped back two steps against the tree trunk, and let out a heavy sigh, suppressing a wave of boiling acid and heat in his heart.
He lost the bet.
Just 24 hours ago, he thought he had all the trust and intimacy of that person, but the cold facts in the blink of an eye proved that it was all just one-sided wishful thinking.
Lin Fang knew Wu Yu better than he did, and he was just an outsider from beginning to end.
Bu Chonghua raised his head, he almost used all his strength to force himself to stand up straight, and slowly walked along the way to the gate of the cemetery. The grass was rustling under his feet, the first-level stone steps were endlessly long, and in the twilight, only the outline of the wilderness was left; he stared blankly ahead, remembering that this time yesterday, Wu Yu had just walked out one-level at a time. A person who usually stoops and shrinks his back, when he passes through the tombstones of countless martyrs, his back is so straight, as if some kind of lonely and desolate force is forcibly propped up in his bones.
What was he thinking at the time
Is his regretful and sympathetic smile at himself still there after he turned around
As soon as Bu Chonghua stopped, his chest rose and fell several times, like a gambler who didn't believe in the opening result, suddenly turned his head to look at the same place.
The cool gray-blue wind blew through the grass, creating ripples that spread like waves. Immediately afterwards, as if the dream suddenly turned into reality before his eyes, Bu Chonghua's pupils slightly dilated—
A figure appeared at the end of the tombstones, bowed his head and walked alone, walked to the tombstone engraved with Martyrs Bu Tongguang and Zeng Wei, bent down and put down a bunch of wildflowers in his arms.
It's Wu Yu!
"—I'm sorry, ah." Wu Yu clapped his hands, rubbed the soil at the root of his palm against his trousers, and looked at the old black-and-white photo on the tombstone: "The flowers sold at the door were too expensive, so I dragged a few on the road and put them together. Just watch it, don't despise it."
Bu Chonghua took a few steps in a daze, and staggered to a halt.
"I had a quarrel with your son here yesterday. It wasn't my intention. Please bear with me. I haven't seen you for many years. The two of you are incense."
What did he just say? Bu Chonghua stood behind the stone monuments two rows apart, for a moment he couldn't tell if he was having an absurd dream.
At this time, he only heard a click, the red light of the lighter flickered, and it was Wu Yu who squatted in front of the tombstone and lit a cigarette, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then heaved a heavy sigh of relief.
"I said yesterday that you died worthless, although this is true, but after thinking about it after going back, I felt that it was a bit extreme. At least because you are such parents, you will give birth to a son like Bu Chonghua, otherwise today Everything in this situation should be different." Wu Yu raised his head and looked at the tombstone, which was almost past his forehead on the blurred old photo, and whispered, "Bu Chonghua is the most perfect I have ever seen in my life. Man, and the hardest-working idealist... that's why I annoyed him so much."
He took a deep breath and seemed a little uncomfortable.
"But I also... have no way. If someone will find out something in the future, I hope that at least that person is not Bu Chonghua, because... because I really... "
Beneath the high slope, the distance is vast, and the city lights are reflected on half of Wu Yu's face, while the other side is completely hidden in the dim twilight of the overlapping mountains, gradually disappearing into an inconspicuous outline, only a faint flickering in the bottom of his eyes. Light.
He bowed his head deeply, and his black messy hair rested heavily on the stone tablet, as if using this force to suppress some extremely painful emotion.
"...because I really...like him..."
He closed his eyes, and even his voice was hoarse and twisted:
"I don't want him to be more disappointed in me..."
Bu Chonghua stood there, but he seemed to have lost his five senses, and even forgot to breathe.
I really like him.
That sentence was like a sharp blade stabbed into the chest, twisting the heart and lungs into pieces, and then pulling out the flesh and blood, making him feel that the last trace of oxygen was twisted from the body.
do you really like me too
Did it also start from the moment I fell in love with you
"I'm sorry, I have to leave Jinhai, maybe I won't be able to avenge you all in this life..." Wu Yu buried his head in the crook of his right arm, so convulsed that he couldn't hold the cigarette, and finally he put the cigarette butt out in the palm of his left hand. , the voice was hoarse and almost whimpered:
"Sorry, I'm running fast, but really... too late..."
Bu Chonghua's mind seemed to be filled with all kinds of thoughts, but it was empty and could not feel a trace of reality. Only the last few words, like silent lightning splitting his mind, made him instinctively feel terrified before he had time to realize what it meant.
Too late
Too late for what
Wu Yu shuddered and took a deep breath, his nose and respiratory tract were burning with pain. He remembered that the night he fled from the village, he hid in the trucks shipped by drug dealers. Unexpectedly, those vehicles did not take the usual route to cross the border, but turned to the other direction of the mountain road. After driving for an unknown period of time, the car suddenly stopped. He hid in a sack of opium in horror, thinking that the other party had found him, but he heard the group of people get out of the car and smoke while discussing the next plan-going to a certain "research station" "Murder, the other party is a young couple disguised as a note, and they want to torture them to find out who a certain "nail" is.
It was the first time in his life that he was so brave. To this day, he doesn't even believe that he can run so fast, but stepping on the rocks is like riding a thousand miles of breeze. But he was really too skinny to outrun the roaring wheels, or the fate to follow the predetermined track; he was only a few seconds ahead of the gang and climbed into the courtyard wall, which was not enough time for him to wake up the adults, he Only had time to hold the child's mouth and desperately told him not to make a sound.
When the nine-year-old Bu Chonghua opened his eyes in the middle of the night, it was the first time in their lives that the two of them saw each other. All the tragedies happened at the moment when they looked at each other.
"I'm sorry," Wu Yu said, looking at the photo with red eyes, "I tried my best."
He stood up and finally nodded to the tombstone, pausing. The ups and downs were full of sadness and helplessness, and then he no longer looked at the smiling couple in the photo, passed the tombstone, and walked towards the entrance of the cemetery.
Bu Chonghua's head was booming, and he followed two steps forward. He was about to blurt out to stop him, but there was some indescribable force in his heart that forced him to swallow all the voices and follow Wu Yu mechanically. behind.
He didn't know what he was going to do, but he had an intuition, as if if he followed this way, he would discover some secrets he never thought of. The night air that shrouded the layers well concealed Bu Chonghua's trace. He followed Wu Yu out of the Martyr's Cemetery step by step, and suddenly the yellow light of the headlights lit up on the road ahead, followed by the sound of the engine galloping fast. Nearly, a black Mercedes-Benz whizzed past Wu Yu, and then stopped immediately.
The door opened, and a fat man with a round head and big ears got out of the passenger car and opened the rear door with a steaming plastic bag in one hand and the other: "Hey, my little ancestor Wu, look at what time it is now! You Have you eaten? Why is your face so ugly? Ouch, I'm so anxious..."
Who is this
Wu Yu's friend
Bu Chonghua narrowed his eyes sensitively, only to see Wu Yu nodded tiredly not far away, only briefly uttered the word "you work", then lowered his head and got into the car door. The fat man shoved the takeaway bag to him worriedly, and then got in the car after a few words, and then the Mercedes Benz drove at full speed towards the city, and the tail smoke quickly disappeared at the end of the road.
"… "
Bu Chonghua's pupils trembled slightly, and he took a half step back. He didn't want to turn around and rushed to his off-road vehicle parked at the back door of the cemetery. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed Cai Lin's number.
"Hey, hey boss, I just got home!" There was the background music of the TV series and the clanging of tableware and chopsticks over the phone, Cai Lin shouted loudly, "I heard Brother Liao say that Xiao Wu is going to resign? What's going on? Ah, this is not fake, right?!…”
"Call the traffic control office to check a car, the license plate number is Jin CZ5859, it is a black Mercedes-Benz E320, and immediately go to check the identity, background and occupational information of the owner."
"Huh? What?"
Bu Chonghua slammed the door shut, fastened his seat belt with one hand, turned on the light and turned the accelerator to the bottom.
"This car is heading north along Taihua Avenue in Hanshan District. It is estimated that it will be on the viaduct later. I want to know what the owner's name is, what he does, and—" Bu Chonghua looked at the dark blue horizon in the distance, The faint light and shadow of the taillights in front of the road reflected in his eyes: "Tell me where it is going now."