Chapter 132 Lonely

These days, the city of Tangzhou has been very peaceful. Not to mention murders, even the thieves who stole and robbed disappeared.

But the calmer it was, the more worried Wei Qingsong felt.

It was like a huge wave hidden under the water of the calm lake. She looked at the dark sky outside the window and smelled a slight scent of wind and storm.

It's going to rain again.

The police officers of the Criminal Investigation Brigade have not been off work on time for a long time. This dreamlike life makes them feel scared.

Chen Jin stared at the computer desktop and said embarrassedly: "I'm really not used to it when I get off work so early today."

Lu Jingming raised his cold eyes and glanced at him lightly: "The process of the previous cases has not been completed, and the information submitted to the procuratorate and the court has not been improved yet. If you want to stay and work overtime on your own initiative, I will do what you wish."

"I don't want to." Chen Jin quickly turned off the computer with a flash of speed and smiled, "I still want to go home to accompany my wife."

Lu Jingming chuckled and looked at the figure in front of the window.

Soon, the smile faded slightly.

If they hadn't missed those six years, they had a lot of youth to spend.

You can go to the beach to watch the sunrise and sunset, go to the aquarium, zoo, playground, and go to the video game city to play games.

She likes music, he likes drama, and they can go to the show together.

You can also go to the secret room to escape, explore the haunted house, and when you are tired of playing, you can grind your time in the bookstore.

On rainy days like this, stay at home to watch a drama.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, all four seasons must be romantic and colorful.

But they are no longer young and have no time to spend on entertainment. The nature of the detective's work forced him to give up some time for leisure and entertainment.

I want to do too much, but I don’t have enough time.

Of course he regrets it.

The office was empty, and Wei Qingsong turned around and breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go, it's time to rain later."

By chance, tomorrow is the 21st.

Whenever this kind of scene is contaminated with the breath of separation from life and death, the heavens are always unbeatable.

Sometimes, God understands emotions better than people.

Lu Jingming returned to the Lu family.

If there is nothing wrong on weekdays, he rarely comes back.

But tomorrow is Wen Manqing's death day. After all, this place carries too many memories of her. Whether it is sad or happy, he should come back for her to see her.

When you pass through the entrance, you will smell the fragrance of rice.

Jiang Qiong is good at cooking. Before she was twelve years old, Lu Jingming liked to eat the dishes she cooked very much.

At the dining table, three pairs of eyes were looking up at each other, and the whole family was in a state of joy, making him look like an outsider.

Jiang Qiong stood up in a hurry and pulled a reluctant smile from the corner of her mouth.

"Jingming, why are you back?"

Lu Jingming snorted lightly, his eyes lowered, and his tone was difficult to tell the difference between joy and anger: "Do I need to report when I go home?"

"I, I mean, if you come back, you should say in advance, I will cook a few more dishes." Jiang Qiong explained with a look of disappointment, and his voice gradually lowered, "I don't mean that..."

Lu Changbai put down the chopsticks, put his hands on his knees and rubbed them constantly, his face a little awkward, and he felt a little cramped.

In the end, Lu Jinghuan stood up to smooth things over: "Brother, my mother made a chicken soup with stewed with floral gelatin today. You can sit down and try it together."

She pulled Lu Jingming to the dining table, and the empty chair was exactly opposite Lu Changbai.

"Yes, the weather is getting colder, drink some hot soup to warm up your body." Jiang Qiong smiled, "I'll get a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Soon, she came out of the kitchen and served soup for Lu Jingming with her own hands: "I remember you loved drinking this soup when you were a child. Come and try it while it's hot."

Lu Jingming looked at the steaming bowl of soup in front of him and laughed in an unknown way: "Today's dinner is rich. Are you celebrating something?"

When Lu Changbai heard his tone calm, he didn't think much about it for a moment and said with a smile: "Your Aunt Jiang's nephew has joined the research institute. We will hold a banquet in Manjiang Building tomorrow to celebrate. Jingming, come together, right?"

"Tomorrow?" Lu Jingming suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes slightly gloomy.

Lu Changbai was startled by his cold gaze, and then said carefully: "Is it inconvenient for you tomorrow?"

After a long silence, the atmosphere was very strange for a moment.

"It seems you really forgot." After a long time, Lu Jingming sneered, suddenly stood up, turned around and walked towards the second floor, leaving only their lonely backs.

Looking at his cold and lonely back, everyone was stunned.

"What's wrong with him?" Jiang Qiong's beautiful brows frowned slightly.

Lu Jinghuan put down his chopsticks and said worriedly: "I'll go and have a look."

In the past, even though Lu Jingming had no good expressions towards Lu Changbai and Jiang Qiong, he still loved Lu Jinghuan, his sister.

However, this time, in less than five minutes, Lu Jinghuan walked down with a look of loss and shook his head gently: "He won't open the door for me."

Lu Changbai and Jiang Qiong looked at each other in silence for a moment, and he sighed in his heart.

In the room, Lu Jingming was sitting beside the bed, with the old photo in his hand.

A woman who should have a bright future, traveled thousands of miles to Tangzhou for her blind love. In the end, only he, the abandoned son, remembered her death day.

In addition to this photo, there are no traces of her existence in this home.

He was betrayed when he was alive, and he was never remembered when he died.

Wen Manqing's life is ridiculous and sad.

Lu Jingming slowly lay back, and his heavy and sad emotions spread in his heart.

Sure enough, it rained heavily the next day, and the whole city seemed to be covered with ink, filled with rich moisture, which seemed particularly depressing.

The sound of the clattering rain makes people feel upset. The hazy mist also makes people feel chilled.

It was raining heavily.

Wei Qingsong stood by the road and waited for him.

The temperature dropped sharply today. She had already put on a thick sweater at the bottom of the box and also wore furry gloves.

The water droplets on the eaves slowly dripped down the gap, hitting the ground, making a crisp sound.

A gust of cold wind blew her hair up, and she reached out to hold the scattered hair and placed it in her ears.

As if he had a heart-to-heart relationship, Wei Qingsong suddenly raised his head and looked at the street intersection.

Lu Jingming was wearing a black windbreaker and holding a black umbrella, slowly coming from the end of the road.

For some reason, Wei Qingsong felt that his figure was so lonely, as if he was about to transform into one color with the smoky world, simple and cold.

"I'm late for traffic jam on the road." Lu Jingming apologized and leaned the umbrella in his hand towards her, "Let's go."

His voice was still as clear as ever, but it was a sense of fatigue.

"Um."

Wei Qingsong nodded slightly and walked side by side into the rain curtain.

She could see that Lu Jingming was in a low mood.

She asked her to use those theories to soothe people's hearts, but in front of Lu Jingming, she was so clumsy that she didn't know what to say.

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Wen Manqing was buried in a high-end cemetery near the suburbs of the city. Outside the cemetery, Lu Jingming and Wei Qingsong got out of the car, took flowers, and walked towards the cemetery.

Wei Qingsong knew that Lu Jingming needed quiet now, and did not speak up and remained silent.
Chapter completed!