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

Fei Du turned his head and glanced at him. The corners of his eyes were naturally curled, and a subtle red color appeared again by the cold wind.

Luo Wenzhou woke up and touched his gaze, but he couldn't find Bei. He was like a gusted person. He followed Fei Du's movement and got out of the car. He used a landmine to touch Fei Du's left shoulder to his right shoulder. It seemed that he had touched his flesh and blood through his thick coat. He didn't dare to touch it hard. He just put an arm on Fei Du's shoulder and half hugged him. He slowly thought to himself: "What's this?"

Then a little cold wind blew, Luo Wenzhou suddenly woke up, and afterwards, he thought to himself: "Isn't this nonsense to let him carry me?"

Luo Wenzhou laughed dryly and was about to retract his hand awkwardly, but Fei Du grabbed his wrist and carried it out of the car.

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

Luo Wenzhou tied his tongue and teeth together: "Wait, wait, let it go first, let it go, let me down, I am what I am, I am afraid of heights at low altitude."

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

Luo Wenzhou hurriedly said, "Baby, let's talk about it carefully, that hero, you... you put me down... Alas, don't interfere! You don't have the prompt to "sit firmly" to leave! Slow down!"

The parking space is a few steps away from the building gate. Luo Wenzhou's house lives on the first floor. There is only a little road. Fei Du can't carry him, but Luo Wenzhou is very good at self-intimidation and is frightened all the way. He always feels that his feet are hanging on an antique porcelain bottle. He is usually careless when he is placed in a glass cover. At this time, he is shaking his body, which is so shaking that he doesn't even dare to let out his breath, for fear that he will breathe loudly and rub off a piece of glaze of this precious porcelain bottle.

He could feel Fei Du's breathing rapidly, exhaling a little bit of temperature at the collar, his long hair was hidden in the scarf, and only a strand fell out, hanging softly on the collar, and the hard bones on Fei Du's back pressed against his chest, making him feel a little distressed.

Luo Wenzhou felt ache and couldn't help but be slutty. He leaned over and gently rubbed Fei Du's hair with the tip of his nose, took a deep breath in his collar, and then whispered in Fei Du's ear: "I remember a word."

Fei Du: "Hmm?"

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

Then he poked Fei Du's shoulder: "Skinny horse... Hey, no no, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, my old waist can't stand falling, please take it easy."

"Although it's really skinny, it hurts my ribs." After a while, Luo Wenzhou had to complain again, "I'm not at home and haven't had a good meal. I'll go with me every day from now on."

Fei Du was a little panting and laughed angry: "Yes, there was no twelve-layer mattress, I felt wronged by His Royal Highness - how about getting up at six o'clock in the morning for morning exercise?"

Luo Wenzhou was poked into the fatal hole and stretched out his hand to tie Fei Du's neck: "Little boy."

After this, he touched Fei Du's chin again, and couldn't help but rub it on the slightly sharp chin twice: "I said, go back to Taoran for dinner, and ask you to take a small broken coffee machine upstairs and you don't even do it. Why is it so good today - are you doing something sorry for me these days? Hum?"

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

Luo Wenzhou paused.

Fei Du took a short break before raising his foot to the stairs: "I like you very much without permission without permission, I'm sorry."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He was silent for a moment, suddenly reached out and grabbed the handrail of the stairs beside him, forcibly stopped Fei Du's steps, and then broke free without saying a word, grabbing Fei Du's scarf.

Fei Du was forcibly pulled up to the last two steps of the stairs.

Luo Wenzhou took out the key randomly, and without even looking, he opened the door lock based on his instinct, turned back his hand and stuffed Fei Du into the entrance hall, and pressed it hard on the door.

Luo Yiguo heard the door ringing and came out to look out as usual. Unfortunately, Luo Wenzhou's tail was hit by the tail with his eyes open. Master Mao screamed at the top of his throat, and he jumped more than two feet high, and hit his head against the clothes hanger next to him.

The artistic high-skinned hanger was unstable in the center of gravity, and could not resist the critical hit of the 15-pound fat cat. It fell down and was cut from the middle of the two people. The Chu River and Han Border rod hit the mandarin duck. Then, the curved long hook scraped the small wall lamp in the entrance hall. Amid Luo Yiguo's screams, the light bulb and the lampshade fell to the ground, and a "broken peace" came.

Fei Du: "…"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

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

When Luo Yiguo heard this, he became more and more angry. He attacked Luo Wenzhou, put a set of deadly claws on him, and coldly grabbed the sleeves of his outer coat. Then he angrily jumped over the fragments all over the ground, jumped three times, and jumped to the top of the cat climbing rack, sulking from a high point.

Luo Wenzhou: "Luo Yiguo, I'll fight with you!"

Fei Du laughed.

Luo Wenzhou glared at him for a while, quietly moved away the toe that was hit by the clothes hanger, and could not gather any temper in his heart.

He felt like the prodigal emperor in the negative textbook. He heard the monster who harmed the country and the people laughed for a lifetime. It was no problem to destroy the country and destroy the body, let alone break the sleeve under the cat's claws?

"After watching the cat demolish the house, I'm so happy?" Luo Wenzhou muttered angrily, "I didn't say anything and agreed to everything. It made me feel like I was thinking that you were holding back some of the ultimate moves."

Fei Du was stunned and his smile stopped slightly.

"I'm still thinking, if you say something like "I'm not suitable, let's break up" or something, I'll kill you and make you unable to get out of bed next year," Luo Wenzhou reached out and inserted his hand into Fei Du's hair and caused a heavy disaster. "What? Is it...who happened in the Ecological Park that day?"

Fei Du paused: "I thought you would feel..."

"Do you think you are not a good thing?" Luo Wenzhou sighed. Through the rags, he leaned over Fei Du's collar, and his lips flicked across the tip of his nose. "You were indeed a little scary that day. Do you know what I was thinking?"

Fei Du: "What?"

"Fortunately, I'm watching you... Tsk, as a man who saves the world with beauty, Nobel really deserves to give me a gift."

Fei Du: "…"

"I'm having fun with you," Luo Wenzhou let go of him, bent down and helped the clothes hanger on the ground, "Without me, you have grown so big, I know you know what you know, right?"

Fei Du looked at him without blinking, as if he wanted to use his eyes to record his outline and put it into the deepest and darkest part in his heart, and no one could see it.

"What do you think?" Luo Wenzhou was a little embarrassed by his indestructible face - he thought the word "sorry" had been unloaded from the vocabulary library. "If you don't help you clean up, you will know that you can poke it next to you, and you don't have any strength at all. Who else would want you except 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 packed up the glass lampshade and the fragments of the light bulb together, and Fei Du began to torment the remains of the dead wall lamp on the wall.

He replaced the half light bulb on it, and got a wire from somewhere. He put a few slits of sharp pliers into it and then found a small bracket that could just get stuck on the light bulb. Then he ran to the basement and dug out a broken bicycle basket from somewhere.

After Luo Wenzhou packed the vegetables and simmered braised pork on low heat, he found that Fei Du had trimmed the old car basket a few places and put it on the iron bracket on the light bulb. The car basket immediately became a set of lampshades that were very suitable for posing, which complemented the thin clothes hanger next to him that "caught an accident", as if they were originally the same set.

The water in the casserole boiled and the smell floated out. Luo Yiguo gave it cheap forgiveness to the shoveler for the meat, and jumped down again and wandered around Luo Wenzhou's feet.

Luo Wenzhou leaned against the wall, calculating the fire in his heart, and looked at Fei Du's back to him, cleaning up the tools he used and the cut wire.

For a moment, those crazy suspects, hoarse victims, complicated old cases, and traitors who are difficult to distinguish... suddenly all left his world quietly on their own.

His heart was as quiet as the old soup boiled in a light fire, and it was steaming slowly. It took a long time to bubble. The bubbles that popped out were counted as one, and the rise, the transformation and turn were not rushed. It exploded until it overflowed, and then the fragrance blew out.

It was the fragrance of home, and it smelled like a feeling of satisfaction without desires and no desires, as if the dust could be settled like this in this life.

Luo Wenzhou hugged his arms in front of his chest, raised his head back, and closed his eyes slightly.

This time, he felt that the time was finally ripe. The once hastily said, flowing to his mouth naturally. He called Fei Du, "Oh, it's a terrible thing."

"..." Fei Du said, "Old man, what are you doing?"

Luo Wenzhou looked at the ceiling, then looked at the floor, bent down and picked up Luo Yiguo, who was in a heavy state, pinched the cat's claws and asked, "When are you going to give the uncle a name?"

Fei Du paused, and then he didn't say anything. He lowered his head and searched in the iron wire he had just cut off. He cut a piece of the appropriate length. He cleverly twisted it into a spiral ring with three circles of folded together with pointed-nosed pliers. He blew off the debris on it, kissed it around his mouth, then turned around and knelt down.

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

Fei Du: "The size must be the right one. Are you willing to wear it?"

On that day, Luo Wenzhou proved to him the unreasonable and unreasonable thing about the nickname "Old Master", and indeed Mr. Fei "can get out of bed next year."

Luo Yiguo was locked outside the door of the master bedroom again, but His Majesty received a bowl of braised pork without seasoning, so he generously cut a piece of the master bedroom in the territory for two humans, and would not be investigated for the time being.

One year, another new year.

Xiao Haiyang left the interrogation room amid Lu Guosheng's roar. The hysterical screams seemed to contain some magic, shining and heat, preventing wind and cold, and made him as light as a swallow. He ran up the street in the cold wind, passed through the young people watching the night in the square and the commercial street, jumped onto a bus driving outside the city, took it for more than an hour to reach the terminal, and he walked tirelessly with his legs for more than half an hour, and arrived at a remote small cemetery.

The cemetery was naturally closed. Xiao Haiyang took out his "sensitivity" that was comparable to a bear, jumped into the cemetery and found a simple stone tablet.

The street lights not far away were slanted down, and Xiao Haiyang saw Gu Zhao clearly in the black and white on the tombstone. He was still as strong as the young and strong as he was, but his expression was a little distorted because he was a little afraid of the camera and became nervous as soon as he took the photo. The photos were always not as good as himself.

Xiao Haiyang suddenly felt aggrieved. It seemed that he was bullied outside when he was very young. He walked back with face all the way. It was not until he saw this man that he finally broke his skills. The grievance he endured became more severely backfired, which always made him unable to help but pounce on the man's arms and burst into tears.

His glasses were blurred, and the heat was steaming out from his mouth, nose and eyes. The white steam was pouring out, like a human-shaped steam stove. The steam stove took a few steps slowly, bent down to hug the cold stone tablet, and wanted to vent it happily as long ago.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance penetrated his somewhat dull nose.

Xiao Haiyang was stunned, and then he realized that the smell was coming from the tombstone, like the smell of some kind of dissolving detergent. Xiao Haiyang quickly wiped his eyes, turned on the flashlight, and found that the tombstone had been wiped very carefully, even the corners were spotless, and there was a bouquet of fresh flowers under the tombstone.

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

Gu Zhao's body was collected by his mother who was dragging her seriously ill body. Because the cause of death was not glorious, no one told the stubborn old lady indifferently rejected Gu Zhao's colleagues who wanted to help her privately. She quietly took out her savings and bought a remote and cheap cemetery, and placed him here.

Xiao Haiyang relied on his childhood to follow the old lady with a stern face. When the old lady saw that he could not drive him away, she followed him. Xiao Haiyang clearly remembered that Gu Zhao had no funeral and had never notified his relatives and friends. On the day of the burial, only his mother and he were present.

So who is scrubbing the tombstones and placing flowers?

Today is not Gu Zhao's death day, and there is no custom of visiting graves in the Gregorian calendar.

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

But it has not been announced to the public yet... Even within, only the relevant staff responsible for the Lu Guosheng case heard a shadow.
Chapter completed!