On the last night of that year, according to the original plan, they went to Jingci Temple to listen to the New Year's Eve bells.
Nanping Wanzhong and Leifeng Pagoda were crowded with people outside, and a large number of auxiliary police were dispatched in the city to maintain law and order. In order not to crowd out, Du Jing held Zhou Luoyang's hand.
"Who did you spend New Year's Eve with last year?" Du Jing moved with the crowd and looked back at Zhou Luoyang from time to time.
Zhou Luoyang replied, "Huizhou, with your girlfriend."
"Are you still together now?" Du Jing asked.
Zhou Luoyang explained: "We broke up at the beginning of the spring. She went to study abroad. She wanted to stay at the hotel that night, but the hotel was full, so she could only take her home. How about you?"
Zhou Luoyang's ancestral home was Wanshi, and he lived in Huizhou for a long time by chance. Then he came to Jiangnan because of his father's business, and he was trained to be a southerner.
Du Jing said, "I am alone in Times Square."
Zhou Luoyang talked several times in high school, but without exception, nothing happened. When I liked it, I liked it very much. After breaking up, I adapted very quickly.
"This time next year, maybe someone else will come with you." Du Jing went to line up to buy hot coffee, and rang the bell with Zhou Luoyang, surrounded by couples, and many single young people came out together. For some reason, girls and girls get together and the scenes are always fun and natural.
When boys and boys come out for the New Year's Eve, there is a kind of bitterness and hatred for single dogs.
Zhou Luoyang said earnestly: "No, if you don't mind being a light bulb, I will call you wherever you go. And if you don't think I will be the light bulb?"
He really liked Du Jing very much, but it wasn't like saying that Zhou Luoyang had a habit of not letting him take care of him, so he felt uncomfortable, always thinking about whether he should follow someone behind him. From this point of view, he feels that he has a certain chauvinism.
Du Jing replied, "The doctor doesn't recommend me to fall in love. Falling in love will create stress, aggravate my illness, and harm myself and others."
"But if you really fall in love, there's nothing you can do, right?" Zhou Luoyang said.
Du Jing nodded, the hot coffee was gone, only one cup was bought, and Du Jing handed it to Zhou Luoyang to warm his hands. Zhou Luoyang handed it to him, and Du Jing took a drink with his hand.
"You can only rely on reason, control yourself, and stay away as much as possible." Du Jing said.
They found a place with a good view to sit down, away from the noisy crowd. The Jingci Temple, Leifeng Pagoda, and all the lights on the banks of the West Lake were brightly lit, reflecting the bustling and bustling Hangzhou this night.
"Have you always wanted to ask, how did the wound on my face come from?"
Zhou Luoyang was still in a trance. He felt that Du Jing tonight was different from the past.
"Actually, he's really handsome," Zhou Luoyang said. "I'm not complimenting you, but I really think it looks good in my aesthetic. Is it because of the fight?"
Du Jing shook his head and said, "No, the reason is not cool at all, since I was diagnosed with the disease at the age of six, I have been tormented by this disease for a long time. During adolescence, bipolar often manifested as depressive episodes, which manifested as sudden thoughts without warning. Crying and sometimes wanting to die for no reason."
"When I was seventeen, in my high school class, many of my classmates were in love. The doctor strongly advised me not to talk about it, control myself, try not to like anyone, and talk about it after adolescence."
"I don't know why, but I saw couples at school one day and thought, I'm going to be tortured like this for many years. I decided to end this..."
Zhou Luoyang didn't interrupt Du Jing's self-report, he looked up at the sky, the stars were shining.
"...So I drove the car on the evening of my birthday to a cliff on the mountain." Du Jing murmured, "I told myself, if I hit the accelerator and drove to the opposite cliff twenty meters away, This is God's will, and I will continue to live."
Zhou Luoyang: "…"
"If I fell into a deep valley with a person and a car, I would be completely free."
Even though Du Jing was sitting next to Zhou Luoyang now, he couldn't help sweating while listening to this remark.
"Later you left this scar." Zhou Luoyang said.
Du Jing said: "Yes, the moment I flew out, it felt very strange, as if there was a soul... a real soul of an imaginary lover, leaning on my chest, close to my heart. After going down the deep valley, people passing by found me, called 911, and took me to the hospital. When I was in a coma, I kept calling my name. When I woke up, I had more than 70 stitches in the hospital. I lay down for another three months. But because of my youth, my body is getting better very quickly."
Zhou Luoyang thought to himself that it was a miracle that he didn't break his spine and was paraplegic. He didn't dare to think about what the consequences would be if Du Jing was paralyzed.
"Although this is wrong..." Zhou Luoyang thought about it for a long time, and he began to doubt whether his three views had been biased by Du Jing, but at this moment, he decided to tell the truth.
"But you're really cool," said Zhou Luoyang, "cooler than I thought."
Like a shooting star, streaking across the sky under the dim sky, using this method as the curtain call of life is simply a plot that only appears in a movie.
Zhou Luoyang has been thinking about Du Jing, about his illness, and about his Weibo account for a while. At first, he thought that the little-known Weibo account was just a place for Du Jing to talk to himself, write a diary, and express his emotions. Is it really so
Later, he gradually thought that this was Du Jing's request for help. After all, purely private thoughts, he can completely see all the content to himself, and he will not be seen by others. Publishing it means that he still hopes, or fantasizes, that someone can see it, hoping that someone will pull him.
It's just that Du Jing didn't realize the real thoughts in his heart.
"You have to formally promise me," Zhou Luoyang said. "You can't do this kind of thing silently anymore, because we are already friends."
Du Jing: "Okay."
Zhou Luoyang explained: "I don't want you to live with a smile on your face, if one day, your condition is so serious that it is irreversible, and even living is painful, I will not force you to stay, I will respect your choice. "
Du Jing didn't answer.
Zhou Luoyang said: "At least, we have to have a serious and polite farewell."
Du Jing held the coffee cup in his left hand and raised his gloved right hand. Zhou Luoyang understood and raised his left hand. The two sat side by side and gave each other a high five.
He knew that Du Jing had promised him.
The countdown was over and the new year was coming. Instead of cheering with the crowd, they all stood up.
Zhou Luoyang opened his arms towards Du Jing and said, "Happy New Year, I'm one year older. Come and hug?"
Du Jing hugged Zhou Luoyang, and in the cold wind, the two hugged.
After they returned to the bedroom that night, Du Jing still didn't say much. But because of a series of things that happened that day, they really crossed the obstacle that had always been there, and the atmosphere in the bedroom became different. It was no longer as polite and harmonious as before, and it seemed natural and relaxed.
Zhou Luoyang felt a familiar and peculiar atmosphere that he had lost for a long time, the aura called "home".
The little Christmas tree that Du Jing bought was flashing with lights, reflecting the little turtle sleeping in the incubator.
"You can push your bed over and be together." Zhou Luoyang suggested.
Du Jingshoe didn't take off his clothes or changed his shoes. He came in and lay on the bed to look at his mobile phone. Hearing this, he glanced at Zhou Luoyang. After a while, he got up silently, bent over, pushed the single bed over, and leaned against Zhou Luoyang's bed. on the side.
"Yo-" Zhou Luoyang said, "the bed has become bigger, and it's more comfortable to sleep in!"
Although he didn't know how to treat Du Jing's insomnia, whether to "sleep on the same bed" or "sleep on the same mattress" with others, it was not surprising that the boys' dormitory was arranged like this. He occasionally sees graduate students in other dormitories in the Tingpu Building putting their beds together. First, the space utilization rate of the dormitory is higher, the aisles are more spacious, and some household appliances can be placed; second, the beds are also larger.
Most of the graduate students are in love, and they are used to going out to rent a house. Those who stay in bed like to do so. Occasionally, after the people who live out of the house come back, they will sleep on the bed together as if they were sleeping in a bed.
Zhou Luoyang unconsciously occupied most of the bed that night, but Du Jing was very careful not to disturb Zhou Luoyang, and consciously slept by the bed, but when he woke up on the first day of the new year, Zhou Luoyang had already slept unconsciously. , hugged Du Jing from behind.
Just like on the high-speed train from Wanshi to Hangzhou that night, Du Jing hugged Zhou Luoyang tightly from behind.
He still remembered that it snowed in Hangzhou on the first day of the new year. When he woke up, he immediately pushed Du Jing to wake up. After washing up quickly, he grabbed the camera and ran out to photograph the snow scene of West Lake.
"Get up and change your ticket!"
As soon as the door opened, the flight attendant looked at Zhou Luoyang and Du Jing who were crowded in the lower bunk. The first reaction was to look up at the upper bunk to check if there were any more people living there. Zhou Luoyang turned over and pushed Du Jing out of the shop. Du Jing was in a hurry, knocked over the trash can, and knocked his head on the small table when he got up.
Three people: "… "
Zhou Luoyang found the card from the pocket of Du Jing's suit hanging on the wall and handed it to the flight attendant. The two of them seemed to have heard the inner monologue of the flight attendant when they left, "I'm gay again, why are there so many gays these days".
The two were drowsy, Du Jing was sitting on the sofa, still awake, Lisa Ono's "When Will You Come Again" was played on the high-speed train.
"After parting tonight, when will you come again..." Zhou Luoyang finished washing up and lowered his head to check Du Jing's trousers. Fortunately, nothing happened as he imagined.
"What's next?"
Du Jing: "Eat, fill your stomach, and do errands. You shouldn't be in a hurry to go back to Wanshi."
Zhou Luoyang began to reply to Le Yao's news last night, looked at the photos he sent, and replied, "No hurry, I'm just afraid that Le Yao suddenly needs to send something."
Du Jing: "I have something to do with my assistant. Yesterday, I asked him to deliver the things to your house."
"He doesn't have a key," Zhou Luoyang said, "how to deliver it? Throw it at the door?"
Du Jing: "My subordinate wants to enter a private house, but he still needs the key? You underestimate Boss Du too."
Zhou Luoyang: "…"
"I also asked him to clean your house by the way." Du Jing said again.
Zhou Luoyang: "..."
Du Jing called a car, located the location, and took them to the in77 commercial plaza, during which he sent a few messages. After a mobile service provider opened, the supervisor came out to receive them, took them to the office, took out the calling card, and installed the card for Du Jing. Du Jing exchanged a local Hangzhou card for Wu Xingping's mobile phone.
When he arrived at the western restaurant of Dexinxin Hotel and started to eat breakfast, Du Jing registered a new WeChat account.
"Wait a moment," Du Jing fiddled with his phone and said to Zhou Luoyang without raising his head, "After finishing the business at hand, go shopping."
Zhou Luoyang: "I've been shopping for so many years, what else is there to do? Check your case, don't worry about me, work hard, and after you get your salary, you can invest in my store. There are still 5,337,000 less now. Thousand six."
Zhou Luoyang had obviously taken into account Du Jing's net worth of more than 600,000 yuan in advance.
"So I'm wholly owned?" Du Jing said, "It's a good proposal."
Zhou Luoyang: "Then can you save a little? The breakfast at Xinxin Hotel costs 268 per person."
Du Jing said: "It can be reimbursed."
Zhou Luoyang: "Families can't be reimbursed, you said it yourself."
Du Jing: "Pretend that it was eaten by my assistant. The company won't check it so carefully. Only real-name consumption such as train tickets cannot be reported. Eat more, you will be thinner than before."
Zhou Luoyang: "…"
Du Jing: "Don't want to go back to school to have a look?"
Du Jing reminded him that Zhou Luoyang wanted to go back a little. After graduation, this was the first time he went back to Hangzhou.
Du Jing added the two numbers on the new WeChat, compared them, sent a number "1" to test the other party, and then started to make calls with his own mobile phone, during which he looked around to see if there were suspicious people.
In the breakfast room, there was only him and Zhou Luoyang in a large area.
"I need a substitute," Du Jingchao said on the phone, "Please help me contact the branch here."
Zhou Luoyang looked at Du Jing suspiciously, and Du Jing couldn't help but put another Bluetooth headset into his ear. I mean, aren't you curious? Just let you listen.
There was a female voice over there and said, "What is the stand-in please?"
"Male, about 19 to 22 years old, 1.78 meters," Du Jing said, "Northeast Asian race."
"Okay, the mobile phone location will be sent to your work WeChat later," the side said, "The specific details are up to you and the other party to discuss."
"Thank you for your assistance." Du Jing said blankly, then hung up the phone and started to eat what Zhou Luoyang brought to him. It was just at this time that the message was posted on WeChat.
[Where are you?]
Du Jing replied: [Who are you? ] and ignore it.
"What are you going to do?" Zhou Luoyang said, "You are cosplaying Wu Xingping, right?"
"Well." Du Jing confirmed Zhou Luoyang's speculation that Wu Xingping fled, but the matter was not over yet. After the leader fell from the building and died, the only insider was Wu Xingping. As an informant, we must find Wu Xingping as soon as possible, confirm his safety, or silence him, so as not to be implicated in more trouble.
After all, the industry chain of extortion behind this, as well as a series of relationships and clues, is a bad thing for the anti-criminal department this year. If such a huge organization colluding with internal and external lines is removed, the year-end performance will definitely not be less. Can evaluate an advanced organization or individual.
So Du Jing recorded the contact information, assuming that he was Wu Xingping who fled, abandoned the original WeChat, and created a new card and added the other party. This reaction is very reasonable.
"But if you add the other party, how does the other party know that this strange WeChat is the person they are looking for?"
Du Jing said: "Because the other party also used an empty WeChat account, he only sent an invitation to Wu Xingping before, and there was no case of being added by mistake."
Zhou Luoyang: "So sure?"
Du Jing had a look on his face, "Isn't this something you can obviously do?" Zhou Luoyang had no choice but to nod and ask again, "Are you planning to meet them in Hangzhou? But we have already let Wu... let him go."
"It was you who let him go," Du Jing said, "not 'we'. You said 'let him go' when you were in the car, and you forgot when you fell asleep?"
Zhou Luoyang said: "I just let him go back to sleep next door."
Du Jing didn't answer, and looked at Zhou Luoyang's expression, as if thinking about some prank.
Zhou Luoyang said: "Then what should we do now? You will find out when the other party sees it. Who would come out to meet someone without even knowing what the target looks like. That would be too stupid."
Du Jing said: "In this way, you can only pretend to be, and you have to tie the bell to untie the bell."
Zhou Luoyang remembered Du Jing's phone call, saying "I need a substitute", and suddenly realized.
"You're kidding me again." Zhou Luoyang couldn't help laughing, "Do you want to go fishing in Hangzhou next?"
Du Jing: "No fishing is allowed in the West Lake."
Zhou Luoyang wanted to ask Du Jing why he chose to be in Hangzhou to catch the mastermind behind him. But Du Jing always went round and round and played tricks with him seriously, which made him really dumbfounded.
"The company recently advocated outdoor work, fresh air and good health." Du Jing stopped teasing him and said, "Hangzhou is a suitable place. When they are in Wanshi, they will be very vigilant, but it is not conducive to doing things."
A location was sent on the phone, Du Jing glanced at it, and said, "Xinxin Hotel will not be monitored, so it may not be possible to go out, pay attention to safety."
Zhou Luoyang didn't ask why, but nodded wisely.
Under the guidance of their positioning, they arrived at Hangzhou Silk City. He was dazzled by the stalls, and Du Jing was always paying attention to whether the two were being followed. It turned out that this was unnecessary, and no one would have thought that they would come to Hangzhou overnight.
Du Jing entered a shop selling silk ready-to-wear and tapped the counter with his fingers. The boss and the proprietress, a couple in their 60s, looked at them at the same time.
"I bought it here last time, do you still have the black bottom embroidered gold thread jacket?" Du Jing said.
"Yes," said the proprietress, "there are many more in the warehouse, take a look inside."
The proprietress pushed open the door leading to the back of the store, and in front of it was another door. She passed through a large number of tops stacked and hung in a mountain, most of which were styles for middle-aged and elderly people. There were also many aunts who took pictures and equipped silk scarves. The wholesale price was ten. Three yuan a piece.
Zhou Luoyang has been studying for several years after the Botanical Garden, but he has never been to the Silk City, as if he has seen another Hangzhou.
Entering another door, there was a more spacious room. A young boy in his early twenties was sitting on a few suitcases playing mobile games. When he saw them, he nodded and said, "I'll take a look at the photos. when?"
"Tomorrow evening." Du Jing said, and pulled out a few photos of Wu Xingping from his mobile phone. The boy took a few pictures with his mobile phone and put the mobile phone aside.
"Where?" the boy put on his gloves and said, "Mom, pour them some water."
The old lady went to bring water, Du Jing said, "I didn't think about it." Then he asked Zhou Luoyang, "Where do you want to go tomorrow?"
"Uh," Zhou Luoyang wanted to ask me what to do? Is it possible that they are still arranged in their alma mater? After thinking about it, he said casually, "Leifeng Pagoda?"
"Understood." The boy was familiar with the road, facing Wu Xingping's photo, and began to make up.
I saw that he first took out the latex mask, put it on his face, smoothed the edges little by little, then opened a box, put the ooze inside on his face, looked at the photo, and pinched out the bridge of his nose and chin. Outline.
Zhou Luoyang: "!!!"
Zhou Luoyang was completely shocked, but Du Jing was used to it and sat aside, there was only one chair.
"My mother is old and has bad ears," the boy said. "Go out and get your own chairs."
"No need." Du Jing patted his thigh, Zhou Luoyang sat on his lap, Du Jing wrapped his left hand around Zhou Luoyang's waist, freed his right hand, and used the newly registered WeChat account of "Wu Xingping" to blackmail the door. Sent a message.
"You two?" the boy who was dressing up looked at them in the mirror and said.
Zhou Luoyang replied, "Yes."
Du Jing replied, "No."
Boy: "… "
Du Jing said: "He is my assistant and wants to rely on beauty to rise to the top."
Zhou Luoyang: "I'm actually licking a dog."
The boy laughed and continued to disguise. Zhou Luoyang began to see Du Jing's message, and the extortionist called and was hung up by Du Jing.
[Not convenient now.]Du Jing replied.
[Where have you been hiding?]The other side obviously wants to know what happened to the murder.
Du Jing: [Hangzhou.]
[That night, besides the three of you, was there anyone else?]
Du Jing hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and replied: [I need money, and now I have no money and can't go anywhere. Tiaozi was looking for me everywhere, and was taken away, and I had no choice but to die!]
The reply from there: [Wait for me in Hangzhou, we will send someone over.]
Seeing that Zhou Luoyang had been watching, Du Jing handed him the phone and raised his eyebrows, meaning you want to play? To play for you to play.
Zhou Luoyang waved his hand, for fear of saying the wrong thing and causing the other party to be vigilant.
[Send someone to kill me?]Du Jing replied again, his tone a little more serious, [The big deal is that if the fish die and the net is broken, no one wants to live!]
There was another call, and Du Jing hung up again, leaving him to hang out first. The boy quickly disguised himself and turned around and said, "How is it?"
Zhou Luoyang was taken aback when he looked up, thinking that he saw Wu Xingping again. "Wu Xingping" was full of modeling clay on both hands. Looking at the two, he picked up his mobile phone so that they could compare themselves with the people in the photo.
Zhou Luoyang thought that Du Jing was about to get up to express his opinion, but when he was about to get up, Du Jing's arms tightened a little, so he sat on him and didn't move. a little."
"The neck lines haven't started." The boy said, "What else?"
"Up your eyebrows, it's about the same." Du Jing thought for a moment, then added another person using the new WeChat account of "Wu Xingping", "Borrow a few pieces of paper."
The boy went to find the paper. Du Jing put it on Zhou Luoyang's back, wrote a few lines with his left hand, handed it to him, and said, "Put it in a few places, and the location will be sent to you later."
The boy took it, and Du Jing said, "Let's go."
In the afternoon, Du Jing put away his mobile phone, returned to his alma mater with Zhou Luoyang, and went for a walk attentively. The professor's cafeteria, dormitory, and lakeside were still the same as before. Time was frozen here, and so were the memories. Even if people come and go, old people go to new people, but at the moment of entering the campus, Zhou Luoyang seems to have returned to the life of a few years ago.
"Remember the time shuttle that day?" Du Jing suddenly asked.
Zhou Luoyang had already regarded it as an illusion, and he was a little overwhelmed when asked about it.
"If we can both keep our memories and go back to the past," Du Jing said again, "Which day do you want to go back to?"
Zhou Luoyang said: "I don't want to go back, it's fine now."
But Zhou Luoyang suddenly remembered that if he could change the past, he would at least have to stop Le Yao's car accident from happening.
"Let's go back to the day we met." Zhou Luoyang changed his words, "How about you?"
Du Jing didn't answer. After lunch in the cafeteria, they stood downstairs in the former dormitory and looked up.
"The calf doesn't know if it's alive or dead," Du Jing said.
"The tortoise's life is very tenacious and will not die so easily."
When Zhou Luoyang graduated, he gave it to a junior sister. He believed that the junior sister would take good care of it.
The two of them sat on a bench downstairs in the dormitory, and Zhou Luoyang took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Le Yao.
The autumn sunshine is warm and not dazzling, Du Jing simply lay down, resting on Zhou Luoyang's lap, with one foot hanging on the side of the bench, stepping on the grass, the two of them basked in the sun aimlessly, just like before. .
Du Jing fell asleep again. When Zhou Luoyang was by his side, he always slept very comfortably.
Zhou Luoyang sometimes felt that they were really like a pair of gays.