Zhai Chen rode a small electric donkey home, bought a few popsicles on the way and distributed them to the people who helped him look after the children. As soon as I walked into the corridor, I heard Aunt Zhu's thunderous laughter. Aunt Zhu didn't let her grandson turn on the air conditioner, and she was thinking about what Zhai Chen explained, so she simply sat at the door and chatted with Mr. Mi, so that she could watch Zhai Mengmeng calmly.
"What are you talking about, so happy?" Zhai Chen handed Aunt Zhu two popsicles.
"Tell me about your childhood," Aunt Zhu happily took it, got up and put one in the refrigerator, opened one to eat, and didn't mean to give the little grandson a taste, "Children can't eat cold food. ."
Mr. Mi, who was conscientiously helping Zhai Chen to look after the child, took the popsicle, and his face was a little red: "It's nothing, I'll go first."
"Don't, it's already noon, stay for dinner." Aunt Zhu, who was chatting warmly with Teacher Mi, warmly retained her.
"No, no, I'm waiting for me to cook at home." Mi Qing lowered her head and picked up her bag, and ran away without looking back.
Zhai Chen just put the popsicle in his mouth, and before he can say goodbye to his colleague, the other party has disappeared. He looked suspiciously at the door opposite Kacha Kacha chewing on ice: "Aunt Zhu, what's wrong with her?" This female colleague suddenly appeared and disappeared like a gust of wind. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, but he's actually been on guard. Before going out, I told Aunt Zhu to look at it, but I was also worried.
"I'm embarrassed," Aunt Zhu looked like someone who had come over. The old god sighed on the ground. Seeing that he was still confused, he had to remind him, "The girl likes you, you can't see it."
"Hey, I thought she wanted to take care of me borrowing money. It's so mysterious." Hearing this, Zhai Chen immediately relaxed and went back to the house without paying much attention.
"Hey, you child, there is a girl who likes you, why do you react like this?" Aunt Zhu reluctantly chased after Zhai Chen's house, educating him while shaking the ice.
Zhai Chen stretched out his hand and handed his popsicle to Zhai Mengmeng. When the child opened his mouth, he shrank his hand and put it back into his mouth: "There are so many people who like me, what's so strange."
"..." Aunt Zhu felt that she was almost sixty years old, and she had never seen such a brazen person. It took a long while to find her voice, "Then why don't you think about it?"
"As you know my body, the sick seedlings who live on oxygen cylinders are not good for harming others," Zhai Chen handed over the popsicle again, smiled and said to Aunt Zhu, "Aren't you Men'erqing?" They are all looking for a partner for Fang Chuyang, but no one has ever considered him, because he is known to be in poor health, and he is a male kindergarten teacher with a salary of less than 3,000 yuan a month.
Who knew you were so popular? Aunt Zhu murmured for a while, and then began to persuade her heartily: "She knows that you are not in good health, and she is willing to take care of Mengmeng. She is also a companion. I think it is quite suitable."
Zhai Chen withdrew his hand and let his little nephew bite again: "Many elites, rich and handsome, like to marry kindergarten teachers. They feel gentle and kind. I should not delay others."
Aunt Zhu couldn't persuade him, she said with emotion that he was as deadhead as Zhai Jianguo, and left angrily.
After being teased twice, Zhai Mengmeng ignored her uncle and continued to watch his animated version of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". She was playing until Cao Cao couldn't heal his headache and was furious: "What's the use of you!"
"Uncle, why don't you find a girlfriend?" Zhai Mengmeng looked at the screen. Although everyone said that his uncle was not in good health, he knew that his own uncle was as good as a superman.
"If you don't have a degree and no money, you can't get it." Zhai Chen was afraid that his child would think too much, so he hurriedly made a fool of himself.
Zhai Mengmeng turned to look at him with a solemn expression: "I can't get a wife even at my age, what's the use of you!"
"...I think your skin is itchy!" Zhai Chen grabbed a slipper and was about to hit the child, and after two steps slowly, the phone rang, "Who is this from the big weekend?"
Zhai Mengmeng had already hid in the bedroom, half of her head popped out, and she said in a soft voice, "It's probably someone who has a crush on you again."
"Let's go!" Zhai Chen looked down at the caller ID - a heartless man.
"Suddenly I remembered that I would like to see a photography exhibition today. You accompany me." Gentle and calm, with a bit of self-righteous willfulness, Zhai Chen had the illusion that he was his boyfriend in a trance.
"Eldest young master, your life safety is under various threats now, what photo exhibition are you still watching?" After all, this is not his girlfriend, but a tough employer. Now it's non-working time, Zhai Chen decisively chooses to refuse.
"Pay you overtime."
"Don't go."
"Five thousand a day."
"Deal!" Under the corrosion of money, Comrade Zhai Chen easily abandoned the principle of "safety first" and manually replaced the service tenet with "customer is God".
Gao Yusheng seemed to smile a little, saying that he was on his way to the Public Security Bureau, and he would come to him when he was done with it. About an hour later, he appeared outside the family hospital of the Public Security Bureau. Zhai Chen was very curious about how Mr. Gao explained the problem of jumping the car, but the other party was tight-lipped and refused to disclose a word.
"Anyway, the police will believe it and won't trouble you again." Gao Yusheng sat in the back seat with Zhai Mengmeng, staring wide-eyed.
"Where did this car come from? You actually drive a domestic car." Zhai Chen looked at the logo on the steering wheel, a little surprised. The imported luxury car with small wings was severely disabled after being hit and returned to the factory for repairs. There were no decorations in the car and it was found temporarily.
The car logo is a pair of mirrored "Js" with a horizontal bar inserted in the middle, like the sign of Pisces, and like a "nine" written out. This is a relatively high-end brand among domestic cars, called "Jiuyi". Performance and appearance are not inferior to imported cars. At first, it was sold as an imported car, called "JOY", and a beautiful legend related to the European royal family was compiled. It was finally revealed that it was a homegrown domestic car, and it was ridiculed for a long time.
"Borrowed," Gao Yusheng sat up straight and looked at the road calmly, "Turn right at the intersection ahead."
"I'll lend you a new car, who is so generous?" Someone pointed the way, Zhai Chen drove along without thinking, and arrived at the art exhibition center not long after.
"4S shop." Gao Yusheng pushed open the car door and took the child out.
"Huh?" Zhai Chen didn't hear clearly, he took out the key and locked the door, took Zhai Mengmeng over and hugged him.
"Why don't you put your child in a full-care kindergarten?" Gao Yusheng didn't understand Zhai Chen's approach very well. Even though he looked like he was short of money, he still had to stay in the kindergarten with extremely low wages, relying on part-time jobs to subsidize his family.
"This child has a congenital heart disease, so I'm not at ease in the kindergarten." Zhai Chen told the truth, this kind of disease is not easy to tell when to get sick, a normal kindergarten teacher can't take care of dozens of children at all, in case of any accident treatment The child will be gone in time. And the kind of kindergarten with small classes and exquisite teaching has extremely high tuition fees.
"Typical poor thinking." Gao Yusheng put down his rolled up sleeves and buttoned them up gracefully.
"That can't be helped, the poor are poor." Zhai Chen didn't intend to listen to Mr. Gao's course on getting rich and running for a well-off life, and walked to the venue first.
The exhibition center is quite lively today, and the electronic guide board in front of the door reads:
Main Venue: Antique Calligraphy and Painting Art Exchange Exhibition
Small Hall on the Second Floor: Star·J Photography Exhibition
What Gao Yusheng wanted to see was the photography exhibition on the second floor. The art center is too big, and in order to highlight the artistic design, Zhai Chen couldn't find the entrance to the second floor for a long time, almost lost in the labyrinth of abstract art. Fortunately, Mr. Gao of the humanoid map quickly found his way, and only then took the bodyguards with two circles of mosquito coils away.
Compared to the crowd of people downstairs, the photography exhibition is much quieter here. Zhai Chen, who has no artistic skills, always felt that this kind of silly exhibition with a few photos for people to see would definitely not sell tickets, but it turned out that there were still many audiences.
In the Starry Sky Photography Exhibition, the nature of the shooting is the starry sky. All the works on display are from the same photographer - Star J. According to the introduction, he is one of the top star sky photographers in the world and has won many awards.
The audience who entered the venue watched it very seriously. Some sighed in a low voice for the exquisiteness and beauty of the work, some discussed the meaning of the work with their companions, and some even shed tears in front of a starry sky map. Zhai Chen was stunned for a moment, unable to understand the collision between art and soul. He felt that these photos were no different from the marble floor tiles in the Punctuation Map Company.
Gao Yusheng browsed the surrounding works carefully, slowly walked deeper, and stopped in front of the last wall. There are only three photos hanging here, a continuous scene, carefully framed in photo frames, and the instructions inside are handwritten in ancient pens.
[July 1999, Province S]
This photo, taken nineteen years ago, is of a falling meteor. The meteor was extremely bright and seemed to be close at hand. It came from the sky and fell into the mountains and forests, like Prometheus running towards the world with fire.
"This meteor has a specific name, it's called Hudou, because there was a fire at that time." Gao Yusheng explained the three pictures to Zhai Chen in a low voice.
Doudou, in ancient myths and legends, is an alien beast that brings fire. Few meteors start a fire, and most burn out before they hit the ground, or just a quiet meteorite. At that time, it was not known whether it was caused by meteors or thunder and lightning in the mountains, and there was a rare forest fire.
"Hi, I saw you again." There was a voice in Chinese with a foreign accent behind him, Zhai Chen turned around, took a step away from Gao Yusheng, and waited for the guy who suddenly approached. It was a middle-aged man with a Chinese face, wearing a photography vest, a painter's hat, and a black and white mustache.
"It's okay, he's a photographer," Gao Yusheng comforted Zhai Chen and shook hands with the man, "Mr. Ji."
This person is the owner of the film festival. His original name was Ji Changhe. Later, he changed his name to Ji Xinghe because he was obsessed with the stars. After changing his nationality, he took a foreign stage name—Star·J
"Gao is a big fan of me, and he went to the exhibitions in Paris and Rome." Ji Xinghe explained to Zhai Chen that this earliest work was the beginning of his shooting of shooting stars, and not many people appreciated it. This confidant attaches great importance to it, and he recounts the situation when he filmed the "fight of misfortune". At that time, he was shooting the starry sky on the cliff and suddenly saw something falling. A big fireball exploded with a bang, unforgettable for a lifetime. He was originally a stargazer, and has been obsessed with shooting all kinds of meteors since then.
"I've watched a lot of meteors, and sometimes I think it's not a meteor." Ji Xinghe lowered his voice and said mysteriously.
"Isn't what a meteor is, a UFO?" Zhai Chen looked at the artist as if he was looking at a fool.
Ji Xinghe stroked his beard and smiled, but did not answer, but continued to ask Zhai Chen popular science, his favorite meteor: "There is also a meteorite left in 'Doudou', which is in the Museum of S Province, if you have time You can go and have a look." After saying that, he left with his hands behind his back.
"Uncle, is Meteor a spaceship?" Zhai Mengmeng had heard of UFOs and probably knew what it meant.
"Don't listen to that strange old man, he saw too many meteors and his head was smashed out of the moon crater," Zhai Chen quickly corrected the children's common sense problem, turning to look at Gao Yusheng, who was influenced by art with a Zen-like expression, "I have a The question has always wanted to ask you, why do you like the starry sky so much? You wear dark blue clothes every day, and your watch is also a luminous star."
"Have you heard that poem?" Unable to correct the problem of his watch not being luminous, Gao Yusheng sighed in an artistic style, "Do you look at the stars, my stars? I would like to be able to see you countless times for the sky. ."
"..." Zhai Chen was startled by this sudden poetic feeling, and it took him a while to realize, "I see."
Gao Yusheng's eyes brightened slightly, looking at him with a little expectation: "What do you know?"
"You have a crush on that photographer!"
"… "
"It's okay, it's 2018 now, I don't discriminate against people with special sexual orientations."
Mr. Gao felt that his aesthetics had been insulted.
While the two were strolling around the photo exhibition, Fang Chuyang was pondering the words left by Mr. Gao: "Yuan Xiaoai, who pestered him, knew Wang Qiang, the deceased in Nancheng, and he also received a warning of strange symbols. Wang Qiang's wife recognized him. This symbol, Li Ting also died after receiving the symbol."
Sitting at the lead table, Chen Zhaohui drew a relationship diagram on the paper while listening: "Deputy team, what does this mean?"
"If this symbol really represents a cult, it's really like what the bastard Zhai Chen said - Li Mochou." Fang Chuyang frowned.
"What is Li Mochou?" Chen Zhaohui, an honest boy, had never seen "The Condor Heroes".
Fang Chuyang glared at him, then turned to look at the pony who was sorting out Wang Jinghang's call data: "Ma Tianxing, tell him why Li Mochou left bloody handprints in the first place?"
The pony touched his overly long face and said solemnly, "Kill the heartless man."
"That's right, kill the wicked man!" Fang Chuyang dragged over the picture drawn by Xiao Chen, "These people all have one thing in common: they are entangled by their predecessors, current ones, or delusional people. Yuan Xiaoai, the paranoid patient who entangled Gao Yusheng. , works in Wang Qiang's company, in other words, she should know Wang Qiang's wife Zhou Yufen."
"That is to say, if the same person is behind this, Yuan Xiaoai and Zhou Yufen are in a relationship of mutual introduction," Captain Fan came out with a cup of hot tea and leaned on the table, "This kind of introduction is either a killer. Contact information, or it’s a cult.”
Just as he was talking, Xiao Zhang, who had been rummaging in the database for a whole day, called and shouted loudly, "Captain, I found it! This symbol appeared in the data thirteen years ago, and it was from the province of S. One of the cults called Xing Baijiao!"
In the evening, Zhai Chen sent the eldest young master home and took a taxi back by himself. It was already a little late. Carrying the sleeping Mengmeng upstairs, she met Aunt Zhu who opened the door to enjoy the cool air.
"Where did you go to come back so late?" Aunt Zhu asked with concern.
Zhai Mengmeng opened her eyes in a daze, and answered without thinking, "Go to see the elite, the rich and handsome."
"Oh, so I went to see you..." Aunt Zhu suddenly stopped, looked up and down at Zhai Chen in a stunned manner, and remembered the sentence in the morning - the social elite Gao Fushuai likes to marry a kindergarten teacher.
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Notes:
Do you look at the stars, my stars? I would like to be able to see you with countless eyes for the sky. —Plato
The previous word itself has other meanings. In order to prevent misleading students who have not taken the college entrance examination, the name of Meteor has been changed to Hudou.