moonlight lure

"Xiao He went back to school last month and he still talked about you to me."

She asked unexpectedly: "What did you say about me?"

The other party smiled: "He said that he was so cautious when he had a crush on you, and he asked me how I could tell."

Song Shiwei was very surprised, and the emails from unknown sources suddenly appeared in front of her eyes: "...Is there such a thing?"

The other party joked: "Yes, you see, even you don't know. It seems that he is indeed very cautious."

She was also a little curious: "Then how did you see it?"

Dong Fengqin still couldn't help laughing when mentioning the past events from that year: "When that kid came to the office to hand in materials, he cut out an inch of the photo from your transfer file on my desk and stole it."

Song Shiwei laughed in surprise: "...Really?" Catching a horse like this?

The other party smiled and said: "He didn't admit it at the time. It was students from other classes in the office who saw him and secretly identified him with me. You kids are so interesting."

After the two chatted for a while, Song Shiwei glanced at the time on the wall and said politely: "Thank you, Mr. Dong, for today. I won't disturb you so late. I may go back to Huping next month and take a look then. you."

"Okay, welcome anytime!"

After hanging up the phone, she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling secretly in her heart that such unexpected memories reminded her of that time again.

Being a teenager was great, although she didn't enjoy it at that time.

Unfortunately, the other party didn't know any more details about Ji Yanchen's failure to enter the Air Force. If she wanted to know more about him, she had to get to know the people around him first.

She sat down at the desk and opened the photo that Gu Wan sent in the afternoon. One of them shows Ji Yanchen walking in front of an armored vehicle with a rifle in his hand. His brows are stern and his jaw is sharp, showing a sense of restrained yet wild strength.

Song Shiwei held her chin and couldn't help but wonder, what would it look like if he were standing next to the plane in a flight suit?

She also felt sorry for him.

The dreams you have when you are young are pure and precious, and people who can rely on their own abilities to realize them are amazing.

It's not that he didn't work hard, nor that he didn't have the opportunity, but he just missed it by a small margin.

What a pity.

She wanted to say something to him, but after typing and deleting words in the dialog box, there was no final word.

She bit her finger and was secretly worried about her ability to express herself. The other party suddenly sent a message: [Still not asleep? ]

She was startled, and the second message came again: [It has been typing for five minutes. ]

Song Shiwei laughed silently unconsciously and replied: "Then you stared at it for five minutes. It seems you are too bored and can't sleep." ]

His call came quickly, and his voice was the same as usual: "Are you free on the weekend?"

She thought for a while: "There are no arrangements at the moment."

He said quietly: "My comrade's engagement party is at a B&B next to Haibei."

"He has been running with his girlfriend for ten years. There are not many people there. He only called a few common comrades and his sister, and the rest are friends of the girl. If you go, you can live in a room with his sister."

After a moment, he asked in a low voice: "Would you like to go together?"

Song Shiwei was a little hesitant. She didn't really like this kind of gathering with many people, but then she thought about how she was still blaming herself just now and wanted to know him better. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Okay."

The receiver was silent for a few seconds, as if he didn't expect that she would agree so happily, and responded: "Then I will pick you up on Saturday afternoon."

She hummed: "Do you need to prepare anything?"

"There is a big temperature difference between morning and evening in the mountains, so bring a thin long-sleeved coat."

He paused for a moment and then asked, "By the way, are you going out with Xiaojing tomorrow night?"

“Yes.”     Are you nervous?”

Song Shiwei smiled: "No."

Her psychological quality has always been good. Furthermore, regarding tomorrow's meeting, she probably knows what the other party's intentions are, and naturally knows how to deal with it.

Ji Yanchen hummed and said nothing more: "You have to pick her up after get off work, right? Then I'll go directly from the unit and wait for you."

She nodded: "Okay."

Before getting off work the next day, Song Shiwei changed into a dress suitable for the bar atmosphere in the bathroom. It was pure black. The skirt and neckline were covered with a thin layer of white. The tailoring design emphasized the curves, but the materials were very conservative and safe.

While she was putting on makeup in the mirror, Zhou Ran walked in to wash the teapot. After taking a look at her, he ran behind her and said to the beauty: "Sister Shi Wei, do you have a date tonight?"

Song Shiwei smiled lightly and replied: "Yes, date with a girl."

The phone on the sink vibrated.

She was getting to the point of applying lipstick and couldn't give up halfway. A few seconds later, she closed the lid and glanced at the screen, her dark eyes suddenly shaking.

She dropped her lipstick, grabbed her phone and ran out. Zhou Ran behind her didn't know what was going on. He subconsciously caught her lipstick and called her: "Sister Shi Wei? What happened?"

She ignored him and quickly ran down the stairs while dialing the other party's phone. As expected, the phone was turned off.

She ran to the parking lot and dialed 114, "Hello, inquiry center, may I ask?"

Song Shiwei started the car and quickly interrupted the other party: "Rongcheng Middle School!"

During the evening rush hour, all the numbers given by the other party went unanswered.

She narrowly missed several red lights, and when the car finally stopped on the side of the road, her stomach turned upside down and she felt like vomiting.

She tried her best to hold back the nauseous feeling that kept rising, closed the car door and got out of the car. Students preparing for evening self-study were coming in and out in front of the school gate. When she walked through the crowd and wanted to go in, she was stopped by the security guard at the door: "Hey, no strangers are allowed in without an appointment!"

Song Shiwei took a deep breath to catch her breath, showed her work ID card, and said with a solemn expression, "There is a student in your school who may have suicidal tendencies."

The other party glanced at her ID suspiciously, then looked at her again: "Which class you are in and what is your name? Tell me and I will report it to the leader."

Her eyes subconsciously glanced towards the rooftop, and when she vaguely saw the familiar thin figure, she nervously pointed to the roof and exclaimed: "It's her!! She's on the roof!!"

The security guard is already past middle age, and the years have left ravages on his face. He seems to be equally indifferent to the world: "The rooftop of our school is open to students, so don't be so excited."

He took out the registration form from the window and asked slowly: "What's your name?"

Song Shiwei was so anxious that the pain in her stomach became even worse: "Can you confirm her condition first? Her current condition is really critical!!"

The other party raised his face to look at her, and said lukewarmly: "Comrade from the Procuratorate, you also know in the system that things must be handled according to the procedures, right? You can't just let me go to see any student, right? This school is so big, I can just go there." It's been an hour since I've been back and forth, so who's watching the school gate?"

She was furious and her voice was a few notes higher than usual: "Then let me in! Can I go see it? Didn't you confirm my identity just now?"

He looked impatient: "I can't tell whether your ID is genuine or not. You should hurry up and give me the student's information now. I will report it to her class teacher to deal with it. Isn't it a waste of time for you to talk so much nonsense? "

Song Shiwei's throat was filled with anger. While looking at the ethereal figure in the distance with her peripheral vision, she tried her best to endure her anger and said calmly: "Xiaojing, sophomore in high school, liberal arts student, I don't know which class she is in."

The security guard glanced at her coldly, took out his mobile phone from his waist, and dialed: "Hello? Teacher Chen, I have someone here to say"