The Municipal Public Security Bureau is not far from the Municipal Government, and is facing the newly built office building on the east and west main road. The Criminal Investigation Corps has not come out of its own and is also working in the building.

A big case had just been settled in the team, and there was no one sitting on the shift this weekend. The big office on the sixth floor was quiet. A young man was sitting at the big desk in the east of the office, frowning and turning a stack of thick case files. The cuffs of the young man's black shirt were rolled up high, and his exposed elbows had perfect muscle lines.

The phone suddenly exploded at the corner of the table. As soon as the microphone was picked up, anger came from inside, "You won't answer the phone call for you. As soon as you guess you're in the office, I'll buy that thing for you. You didn't want to use it as a brick to hit people in the head. Do you know how expensive the internet access fee is? 365 days a year, you said you didn't work overtime? You're so tired that day, and you're going to get rid of the gangsters. Your mother and I have to collect the body for you. And that car, why are you back? What's wrong with us having money to drive a car? Just the broken gold cup in your team, chase the suspect and run away the wheel. The fugitive will laugh."

"Dad, if you have something to say," the young man's eardrum was buzzing, Lao Chen's mouth...

"Your mom asked you to go home for dinner tonight."

“Not available.”

"Boy," the other side cursed, suddenly deflated, and his voice became much lowered, "Son, Dad has put it down, don't torture yourself, okay? As for your mother... she has a bad mind, don't worry about her."

"I'll hang up if it's okay." The young man closed the microphone and blocked his father's roar on the other end of the phone line. He shook his head. With the spirit of Old Chen, he might really be the richest man in the provincial capital.

His eyes fell back to the photo I was looking carefully before answering the phone. The scene of the murder was very bloody. I have seen it too many times over the years, and the man's eyes no longer had any ups and downs. I didn't eat lunch, but after Lao Chen reminded me, I felt hungry. The man didn't plan to look at it anymore. He stood up and carefully packed the things on the table, locked them in the filing cabinet, put on his jacket, and went downstairs to find food.

As time approached, the northwest wind was blowing violently, and pedestrians on the street were shaking. Chen Xingyao stood up with his jacket collar and did not rush to leave. He stood under the office building and lit a cigarette, giving himself time to consider whether to go back to his parents' house. It was not his fault for being too lazy, he was really worried about seeing his mother.

I saw a tricycle riding over the north road, but I couldn't help it. The tricycle was full of firewood, like a moving hill. The one riding was a girl, with a slender figure carrying the hill behind her, like a snail carrying a giant shell.

The girl was about to ride her bike to the west, and her back was hunched into a shrimp, and she stepped on the pedal with difficulty. Because the load was too heavy, she faced the limelight and pushed the car forward a little bit. She saw that the control was not good and was about to overturn.

He was engaged in criminal investigation and almost never forgets the face. He recognized the girl as the girl who told her to buy a car on Sita Street that day. He was impressed by her, not because of her bold words, but because of her expression when she said this.

His grandfather is from the Education Press. When he was a child, he forced him and his sister to read a lot of big stories. Seeing the girl making a promise to his younger brother vividly, he somehow remembered Tanchun's words in "Dream of Red Mansions", "Handsome eyes and eyebrows, looking at him and looking at him, his literary essence, forgetting the customs when he sees it." Cars are dead, people are alive. Who says such a vivid girl has not realized her dreams one day?

Zhen Zhen clenched her teeth and tried hard to step on the tricycle. The firewood stove was going to burn a lot of firewood. She caught up with the railway freight station to sell the processed wood. She bought more for cheaper purposes. She was not lucky enough to catch up with the wind. Not to mention her previous life, the original owner was also a child who was cared for by her parents. Where did she board a tricycle? At this time, her back was sweating, and she kept encouraging herself. She insisted on two intersections and she was going home.

Encouragement was useless. When the strength was about to be exhausted, the car body behind him was suddenly moved outward at an angle, and a thrust came over, and the car turned smoothly across the intersection.

It should be a kind-hearted person who helped him. Zhen Zhen stopped the car and saw the car and walked over to a tall young man.

He has a very handsome appearance, but his temperament is very cold. Hey? He seems to know him, "You are a bullet." It's not a question, it's a certainty.

She loved the cars she saw that day very much. After she got home, she looked up information to check the price of the car. Ford bullets and a high-end imported car, which cost more than 400,000 yuan. It will take a long time before she can afford it. It seems that she is bragging. Because she has made a fool of herself, she remembers the car owners very jailed.

Chen Xingyao was slightly surprised. He was not suitable for showing his face that day. Unexpectedly, this girl could recognize him after so many days with her eyes. Her eyesight had surpassed most of the people in the team.

If a man doesn't speak, he is silent, and admits in disguise. He is handsome, rich, and kind-hearted. Such men are rare. Nowadays, this is what girls like most, right?

Zhen Zhen had no idea. She smiled and sincerely thanked her. She got on the car and was about to walk home. The treasure house stuck to her. Seeing that she had not returned home for so long, she probably was going to cry and she had to go back quickly.

After getting on, the car didn't move at all. Seeing that the car body was being held by a man, Zhen Zhen raised her eyebrows in confusion, "Is there anything else?"

"Didn't you see the front of the car have been raised? You are still riding against the wind. When will you get home? Come down, I'll ride it back for you."

Indeed, the firewood behind her was too heavy, and her weight could not hold the front of the car. She was riding with the wind before turning, and it was a bit like performing acrobatics when she rode the raised wheel.

But please help me deliver it to my house. Zhen Zhen is not that big-faced. "No need, there are two major intersections to reach my house. I will slowly move forward, slower, slower."

No wonder I saw this girl twice in such a short time. It turned out that the person lived nearby. Chen Xingyao snorted, "The day before yesterday, someone knocked on the back of the head at the door of the unit after work and his bag was snatched away. The man was lying in the hospital and still hadn't opened his eyes yet. This is the third recent case of the murderer's mishap, and he specialized in taking action when he was just in the dark."

"...Are you a policeman?" Zhen Zhen reacted quickly. She didn't wear a uniform, and she should have faced the city bureau diagonally.

"I know I won't come down yet."

Since some people love to serve the people and there is no reason to refuse, Zhen Zhen got out of the car and replaced him with a man. The same legs, when the parent pedaled his legs, the car immediately slid out three steps away, which was a gap.

When Chen Xingyao met good eyesight, he was particularly concerned and asked Zhen Zhen who was walking beside the car, "Have you always been so good at recognizing people? How do you recognize me?"

Learning cooking skills to identify ingredients is the same as recognizing people. She has been proficient since she was a child and has no way to do it. She smiled and said, "It's a talent. Even if I put the male tyrant in the mother tyrant, I can find it at a glance..." It seemed like I had said the wrong thing... Zhen Zhen waved his hand quickly, "It's not you."

The more I drew, the darker it became. A certain monarch curled his thin lips slightly and looked at the girl beside him, "As soon as I saw you, I remembered a fairy tale character... sister, a little girl selling firewood."

Zhen Zhen “…”

She took back what she said just now, the prince charming was so elegant and handsome, and she was not as vicious as her mouth.

If you have a poisonous mouth, you will not be prone to the words. Anyway, you will be very upset, so just shut up.

Chen Xingyao was not slow, and within a few minutes he rushed to the intersection of Xinghua Lane. He was about to turn in. He saw a middle-aged woman following a tall and thin young man hurried out. When he saw Zhen Zhen, he looked surprised, "Zhen Zhen, you are back. Why buy these old firewood? This windy sky is so bright that it's dark. The treasure house is crying anxiously at home. As you, Uncle Park and Uncle Liu are not at home, I'm thinking of bringing Guangyi out to welcome you."

Seeing the two of them taking over the cart, Chen Xingyao turned around and left the alley. He didn't listen to the middle-aged woman's parents. It was probably because she was no longer there. At most, she had just started college and was like a rose. Her family was forced to sharpen herself into a tough cattail. Fortunately, there were a group of enthusiastic neighbors around her, which was rare in this city where people gradually became cold.

After walking for a while, the footsteps of chasing came from behind. Chen Xingyao raised his eyebrows and looked back, asking Zhen Zhen's girl to chase her, bent down and leaned on her knees and panted, "You are walking too fast, and I almost caught up. I have nothing to do with it. This is the Sachima made by my own home. Take it back as a snack. Thank you again. Thank you. Let's go, be careful on the way."

Xinghua Lane Traditional, after delivering things, he turned around and ran away, holding the kraft paper bag that was stuffed into his arms, the corners of the man's mouth curled up.

A faint sweet fragrance of milk overflowed from the paper bag. The man was already hungry. He reached out and took a piece of it out, tore open the thin oil paper wrapped in snacks, and cut the square sacchima with honey, which has a yellow and bright color. After taking a bite, it will be crispy, soft and not sweet. The sesame fragrance mixed with the noodles, and the sweetness is a rich buttery flavor, the most authentic old flavor.

I have to say that Zhen Zhen is very good at it. Now few people can make this traditional Manchu food so well.

A piece of sarchima not only comforts the empty stomach, but also softens the heart and mouth.

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