Silent Reading Chapter 130: Edmund Dantes (1)

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Luo Wenzhou was stunned for a long time: "Really...really?"

Fei Du tilted his head and glanced at him. The corners of his eyes were naturally curved, swept by the cold wind, and a slight red color appeared again.

Luo Wenzhou woke up, met his gaze, but he couldn't find Beibei, and as if he had been dropped off, he followed Fei Du's movements and stepped out of the car, using a landmine-like caution to follow Fei. Du’s left shoulder touched his right shoulder, as if he had touched the flesh and blood through his thick coat. He didn’t dare to touch it too hard. He just put an arm on Fei Du’s shoulder and half embraced him, thinking slowly in his heart. : "What is this trouble?"

Then a small cold wind blew, Luo Wenzhou awakened for a while, and after looking back, he thought: "Let him carry me, isn't this nonsense?"

Luo Wenzhou gave a dry smile, and was about to retract his hand in a jealousy, but Fei Du grabbed his wrist and carried it directly out of the car.

Luo Wenzhou was so frightened by him that he hooked Fei Du's shoulders in a mess--especially this young man obviously underestimated his weight. When he stood up, his legs trembled and his feet staggered.

Luo Wenzhou’s tongue and teeth are tied together: "Wait, wait, wait, let me go first, let me down, I am afraid of heights."

Fei Du stood firmly and laughed: "Lock the car, the key is in my pocket."

Luo Wenzhou hurriedly digs out: "Baby, we have something to say, that hero, you...you put me down...hey, don't worry! There is no such thing as a reminder to "sit down". Go! Slow down!"

The parking space is not a few steps away from the entrance of the building. Luo Wenzhou’s house lives on the first floor again. With just such a small road, Fei Du will not be able to carry him back. However, Luo Wenzhou is very good at self-intimidation. With his feet hanging in the air, lying on an antique porcelain bottle, he usually didn't care about this porcelain bottle being placed in a glass cover. At this time, he was swayed by his own pressure, so that he didn't even dare to get out of the atmosphere, for fear of gasping. It's big, rub off a piece of glaze from this precious porcelain vase.

He could feel Fei Du’s breath, exhaling a little bit of temperature at the neckline, his long hair was hidden in the scarf, only a lock fell out, soft hanging on the neckline, and Fei’s back was hard. The bone pressed against his chest and it hurt him a little bit.

Luo Wenzhou's heart hurts, so he couldn't help but guilty. He leaned over, rubbed Fei Du’s hair lightly with the tip of his nose, took a deep breath at his neckline, and then lowered Fei Du’s ear. The voice said: "I remembered a sentence."

Fei Du: "Huh?"

"Ancient Road," Luo Wenzhou freed up a finger and pointed at the stairs, and put it in his ear to feel the small cold wind from Siberia, "Westerly..."

Then he poked Fei Du on his shoulder: "Skinny horse...hey, don't don't, I was wrong, I was wrong, my old waist can't bear to fall, you can relax."

"Although it's made of leather, it's too skinny, it hurts my ribs." After a while, Luo Wenzhou had to be cheap and obediently complained, "I'm not at home, and I didn't eat well. I will exercise every day from now on. Go."

Fei Du panted a little, and he laughed angrily: "Yes, there is no twelve-layer mattress, and the princess is wronged. How about getting up at 6 o'clock in the morning for morning exercises?"

Luo Wenzhou was pricked in a dead hole, and he reached out and strangled Fei Du's neck: "Little boy."

With such a lean, he touched Fei Du’s chin again, and couldn’t help but rubbed it twice on the somewhat sharp chin: "I said, go back to Tao Ran for dinner and let you take a small broken coffee machine. You didn’t do it, why is it so good today—have you done something sorry for me these days, eh?"

Fei Du thought for a while: "There is one."

Luo Wenzhou had a meal.

Fei Duluo took a break before raising his foot to step up the steps: "I really like you without permission. I'm sorry."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He was silent for a while, suddenly reached out and grabbed the stair rail next to him, forcibly stopped Fei Du's footsteps, then broke free without saying a word, and grabbed Fei Du's scarf.

Fei Du was forcibly pulled up the last two stairs.

Luo Wenzhou took out the key indiscriminately, opened the door lock without looking at it, relied on instinct, then pushed Fei Du into the hallway and pressed it **** the door.

Luo Yiguo heard the door sound, and came out to probe his head as usual. Unfortunately, Luo Wenzhou’s blind foot hit his tail. The cat screamed and jumped up to more than two feet high, and one head hit the side. On the hanger.

The thin, tall, artistic clothes hanger was unstable and couldn't help but slammed to the fifteen catty fat cat's crit. He fell to the ground and cut off from the middle of the two people. Chu River hit the mandarin duck like a stick in the Han world. , The long curved hook was scraped to the small wall lamp in the hallway. Amid Luo Yiguo's screams, even the light bulb and the lampshade fell to the ground, and there came a "broken peace".

Fei Du: "..."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Luo Wenzhou squeezed a sentence from between his teeth: "I must stew the hairy **** today."

After hearing this, Luo Yiguo became more and more furious, and launched an attack from the shoe cabinet, giving Luo Wenzhou a set of life-threatening claws, and coldly scratching the sleeves of his coat. Then it jumped angrily over the debris on the ground, a three-stage jump, jumped to the top of the cat climbing frame, and sulked condescendingly.

Luo Wenzhou: "Luo Yiguo, I played it with you!"

Fei Du burst into laughter.

Luo Wenzhou stared at him for a while, and calmly removed the toe that had been hit by the clothes hanger, and couldn't gather any temper in his heart.

He feels like the prodigal emperor in the negative textbook. He laughed at the evildoer who has harmed the country and the people for a hundred years. It is no problem to subdue the country and destroy the body, let alone break a sleeve under the cat's claw?

"After watching the cat tearing down the house, did you make you happy?" Luo Wenzhou murmured unhappily, "I didn't say anything all the way, and said I would agree to everything, which made my heart gossip. I thought you were holding back some big move."

Fei Du was taken aback, smiling slightly.

"I'm still thinking, if your kid says anything like'it's not appropriate, let it go', I'll kill you, so that you won't be able to get out of bed next year," Luo Wenzhou reached out/jin Feidu Hair, a lot of harm, "because of what? It was... at the ecological park that day?"

Faidu paused: "I thought you would feel..."

"Do you think you are really not a good thing?" Luo Wenzhou sighed, and was tattered across the ground. He leaned over Fei Du's collar, and his lips licked the tip of his nose. "You were indeed It’s kind of scary, do you know what I’m thinking?"

Fei Du: "What?"

"Fortunately, I am looking at you...Tsk, as a man who saves the world with beauty, Nobel should really give me a □□."

Fei Du: "..."

"I am teasing you," Luo Wenzhou let go of him, bent over to support the hanger that was resting on the floor, "You have grown up to this age without me, I know you know it, don't you?"

Fei Du stared at him without blinking, as if he wanted to use his eyes to burn his outline, and put it into the deepest and darkest place in his heart, and let no one look at it.

"What do you look at?" Luo Wenzhou was embarrassed by his indestructible face--he thought that the word "sorry" had been uninstalled from the vocabulary by himself, "Don't help yet Clean up, you know that you can poke around and look at it, you don’t have any eyesight. Who will want you besides me?"

On the last night of the year, the first thing they did after entering the house was to clean up the messy entrance.

Luo Wenzhou put together the glass lampshade and the shards of the light bulb, and Fei Du began to toss the corpse left by the wall lamp on the wall.

He also replaced the half of the light bulb attached to it, and got a wire from nowhere. After a few taps of the needle-nose pliers, a small bracket was created, which just happened to be stuck on the light bulb. , And then he ran to the basement again, where he dug out a tattered bicycle basket.

After Luo Wenzhou packed up the vegetables and braised the braised pork over a low fire, he found that Fei Du had trimmed and trimmed the old car basket in several places and placed it on the iron bracket on the light bulb. The car basket immediately became a whole. The lampshade is very suitable for posing, and it complements the thin hangers next to the "causing trouble", as if they were originally a set.

The water in the casserole boiled, and the smell drifted out. Luo Yiguo looked at the meat and gave it a cheap forgiveness to the **** shoveler, and jumped down again to spin around at the feet of Luo Wenzhou.

Luo Wenzhou leaned against the wall, thinking about the fire in his heart, watching Fei Du turn his back to him as he was putting away the tools he used and the cut wire.

For a while, those frantic suspects, hoarse victims, intricate old cases, difficult-to-identify rapes... suddenly all quietly left his world on their own.

He was quiet like an old soup boiled in a low fire, and it took a long time to make a bubble. The bubble that came out was counted as one. It didn't have a hasty rise and turn, and it only exploded until it was full. Then the aroma came out.

It's the fragrance of home, it smells like a sense of satisfaction without desire and desire, as if the dust can settle down like this for the rest of my life.

Luo Wenzhou put his arms around his chest, raised his head back, and closed his eyes slightly.

This time, he felt that the time was finally ripe, and the words that had been hurriedly flowed to his mouth naturally, and he called Fei Du: "Hey, troublesome."

"..." Fei Du said, "Master, what are you doing?"

Luo Wenzhou looked at the ceiling, then at the floor, bent down and picked up the heavy Luo Yiguo, holding the cat's paw and asked: "When are you going to give the uncle a position?"

Fei Du paused, and then he didn't say a word. He lowered his head and rummaged in the wire that was just cut off. He cut a piece of the right length and used needle-nose pliers to turn it into three circles. The spiral-shaped rings were stacked together, blowing off the debris, leaning in and kissing, then turned and kneeled.

Luo Wenzhou and Luo Yiguo blew the hair together, and at the same time they leaned back, Luo Yiguo hit Luo Wenzhou's shoulder, and Luo Wenzhou hit the wall.

Fei Du: "The size must be just right. Would you like to wear it?"

On the same day, Luo Wenzhou personally proved to him the unreasonable nickname of "old man", and it really made Mr. Fei "unable to get out of bed next year."

Luo Yiguo was once again locked outside the door of the master bedroom, but His Majesty Cat got a bowl of braised pork with no seasoning, so he generously cut a piece of the master bedroom for the two humans in the territory. To be held accountable.

One year, another new year.

Xiao Haiyang left the interrogation room amid Lu Guosheng's roar, the hysterical yelling seemed to contain some magic power, glowing and heating, wind and cold protection, and made him as light as a swallow. He rushed to the street in the howling of the cold wind, passed through the young people who were watching the night in the square and the commercial street, jumped on a bus heading out of the city, and took more than an hour to reach the terminal. He didn't know. After walking wearily on both legs for half an hour, he arrived at a remote small cemetery.

The cemetery was naturally closed. Xiao Haiyang took out his "smart skills" comparable to a bear, jumped the wall into the cemetery, and found a simple stone monument.

The street light not far away was struck down diagonally. Xiao Haiyang saw the black and white Gu Zhao on the tombstone. He still looked like a strong person back then, but his expression was a little out of shape because he was slightly afraid of the camera. I'm nervous when I take a photo, and the photos are always not as good as I am.

Xiao Haiyang suddenly felt aggrieved in his heart. It seemed that he was bullied outside when he was very young, and walked back to save face all the way, until he saw this man, he finally broke his power, and he continued to bear the grievances and turned back. He couldn't help but threw himself into the man's arms and cried loudly.

His glasses were blurred, and the heat steamed from his mouth, nose and eye sockets together, and the white steam burst into a ball, like a human-shaped steam oven. The steam stove took a few steps slowly, bending over to hug the cold stone stele, wanting to vent as much as it did a long time ago.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance penetrated into his somewhat dull nose.

Xiao Haiyang was taken aback, and then he realized that the smell was coming from the tombstone, like some kind of disposable detergent. Xiao Haiyang quickly wiped the blob of eyes and turned on the flashlight. It was found that the tombstone had been carefully wiped, and even the corners were spotless, and there was a bunch of fresh flowers under the tombstone.

Xiao Haiyang frowned slowly and said to himself: "Uncle Gu, who has been here before?"

Back then, Gu Zhao’s body was collected by his mother alone, dragging her seriously ill body. Because the cause of death was not glorious, the stubborn old lady did not tell anyone, and indifferently rejected Gu Zhao’s private desire to help. Her colleague quietly took out his savings to buy a small remote and cheap cemetery, and put him here.

At that time, Xiao Haiyang relied that he was a child, and followed the old lady all the way stubbornly. Seeing that he couldn't drive away, the old lady followed him. Xiao Haiyang clearly remembered that Gu Zhao did not have a funeral, nor did he notify his relatives or friends. On the day of the burial, only his mother and himself were present.

Then who scrubbed the tombstone and placed the flowers?

Today is not Gu Zhao’s death day, and there is no local custom of sweeping tombs in the Gregorian calendar.

Is this mysterious visitor because he just learned that the Gu Zhao case is going to be retrial?

But that hasn't been announced to the public... Even internally, only the staff responsible for the Lu Guosheng case heard a shadow.

Who would it be?