moonlight lure

Although they still keep in touch these days, their greetings are mostly brief and polite.

He was also obviously aware of her intentional alienation, and she sent fewer and fewer messages. She ordered a lot of nutritional supplements online to be delivered to his home, and his response was only two words: thank you.

The person in front of her looked at her for a while and then asked meaningfully: "Isn't he familiar with you too?"

Song Shiwei frowned in displeasure: "What are you talking about?"

Song Qingyu innocently spread her hands and motioned to the table full of packing boxes: "He asked me to bring breakfast to you."

Song Shiwei: "..."

Song Qingyu slowly opened the box and ate a steamed dumpling: "Is he chasing you?"

Seeing that she was silent, he commented vaguely while eating: "He is better than the doctor, but it is a pity that he is disabled, otherwise you can also consider him."

Song Shiwei raised her eyes in surprise: "What?"

"You do not know?"

Song Qingyu glanced at her, "He is in a wheelchair. I asked him if he was injured on a mission. He said that he was attacked by terrorists last week and his left foot was completely disabled, but he would insist on staying in the SWAT team to serve the country and the people. Do what you can, such as spreading the word at the grassroots level like today.”

As he spoke, he stopped his chopsticks and looked full of admiration: "Officer Ji is a real man."

Song Shiwei: "."

She once again refreshed her understanding of this man's ability to talk nonsense, which was completely different from his usual image of being calm and taciturn in front of others.

But even though she knew he was telling nonsense, she had injured his foot after all, and her sudden alienation after he was injured did look like a scumbag who didn't want to take responsibility.

She was a little worried that he really concealed his injury because of his cold attitude. After thinking about it until the end of breakfast, she struggled to make a decision: "...I will go downstairs to throw out the trash."

She went back to her room and changed her clothes. She didn't have time to put on makeup, and it was too deliberate.

She smoothed her hair and put on a fisherman's hat. When she came out, Song Qingyu had already sorted out the trash. She didn't ask any more questions with a wink, nor did she ask Ying to go downstairs for her as usual.

Song Shiwei glanced at him silently, knowing that the person in front of her probably really believed that his left foot was crippled, she pursed her lower lip in silence, picked up the garbage and walked out.

They even lie to children, some real men are so inhumane.

She threw the things in her hands downstairs and followed the lively sounds in the community to the atrium. There were several tables set up on the small platform where people occasionally danced. A huge banner with red background and white letters was hung above it, which could be seen even from a distance. Be clear: Oppose superstition and reject cults.

On the weekend, many people came to join in the fun, and the scene was bustling with people.

Song Shiwei didn't come closer. She just wanted to know his true situation and didn't want to interact with him again. Her eyes were looking for the familiar tall figure in the crowd, but neither of the two people in uniforms standing in the center were he.

Did his condition really deteriorate and he was in a wheelchair?
Song Shiwei felt nervous and raised the brim of her hat slightly, wanting to take a closer look.

July in Chengdu has entered the height of summer. The chirping of cicadas in the air is intertwined with the fragrance of locust flowers, and the sunshine has begun to lose its gentleness and become intense.

Song Shiwei searched for him for a long time but couldn't find him. Her lips tightened tighter and tighter, and a thin line of sweat broke out on the tip of her straight nose. When she was getting more and more irritated by the heat, there was a sudden light on the top of her head, and her originally restricted field of vision suddenly widened.

She was stunned for half a second and turned around suddenly.

The person she was looking for stood behind her, staring at her silently, his fingers casually hooking her hat, and the cold brows in his eyes were covered by a faint smile, which was warmer than summer.

My heart is like the mountains and plains of spring, blooming with flowers out of control.

Song Shiwei looked at the person in front of her, silent for a moment.The bruises on his face have faded, and the bandages on his hands have been removed. His upright figure is wrapped in a neat black uniform, and he is as high-spirited as when he first met.

She was unexpectedly in a daze for a moment. It was clear that they had not known each other for a long time, but it seemed like a long time ago that he stood in front of her intact like this.

Song Shiwei collected her thoughts and asked deliberately indifferently: "Where is your wheelchair?"

Ji Yanchen looked calm, showing no sign of self-examination after lying: "I fixed it for the uncle, and he drove away happily."

He used the uncle's wheelchair as a prop and gained a reputation for helping others. Song Shiwei pursed her lips speechlessly: "...Is your foot injury healed?"

Just now she noticed that he was wearing a pair of shoes that were bigger than usual, and she knew that he was not completely healed yet.Sure enough, he shook his head slightly and said calmly: "Not yet, especially after I took a photo last Sunday, I feel even worse."

Thinking of the photo that she had deliberately ignored, Song Shiwei's face became a little unnatural. She looked away and whispered, "If you are injured, go out less. Why are you taking weird photos?"

He looked into her eyes quietly and said in a low voice, "Because the roses were very beautiful that day and I wanted to take a picture of them for you."

The summer wind gently blows through the tree shadows, skirt corners, long hair, and heart.

Song Shiwei lowered her eyes and tucked the broken hair into her forehead, but did not respond.

After a moment of silence, the person in front of me asked casually: "Your brother has been living with you recently?"

She hummed.

He briefly commented: "He is quite interesting and talks a lot."

Song Shiwei glanced at him sideways after hearing this, with a strange look in her eyes.

Song Qingyu usually doesn't talk much and has a very surly personality. Especially in the past two years of his rebellious period, his parents didn't dare to talk much in front of him. Could it be that he was still in charge of the person in front of him?
She turned her face away and responded coldly: "People are stupid, and they believe everything other people say."

Ji Yanchen smiled lowly, and no one noticed the fondness in his dark eyes: "Don't you believe it too?"

Otherwise, why did you spend so long looking for him under the sun at noon?

Yes, she is not smart either.

Song Shiwei stared at the pattern of the pavement bricks and thought to herself.She obviously wanted to keep a social distance from him, but she couldn't help but get closer to him again and again.

Not wanting to continue like this, she abruptly changed the topic: "I encountered something last week, but I haven't had time to tell you yet."

"what's up?"

"There was a girl, a high school student, who was accosted in a bar by a man who claimed to be a Shengtian talent scout. She was probably drugged and a video was taken of her."

His eyes were serious: "When?"

"What happened a month ago, she was afraid and didn't call the police. Now there is not much effective evidence. I asked her to organize and collect it first, and she gave me some one after another. At the moment, it is not enough to file a case."

After a pause, Song Shiwei continued, "I'm not sure whether her drug addiction is related to what you are currently investigating. If it is really related, I suspect there are more than one victim, and Sheng Tian may be involved in more serious crimes. .”

"This information is important."

　Ji Puppy is about to take off his dog coat and reveal his wolf form.

　　(End of this chapter)