The high gray walls of the detention center are covered with electric grids, and there are heavily armed guards standing beside the surveillance towers and gates. In this building where criminals are imprisoned, every iron fence and every brick is engraved with the weight of the law. with majesty. At this time, Xia Yingjie would never have imagined that such an extremely accidental and unwilling "help" would completely change her life.No matter whether the blood is splashed on the shirt or the ecstasy is in love; whether the corpse under the Iron Curtain or the decision in the face of danger... everything starts from this day.

After the taxi stopped, Xia Yingjie picked up a bag of items and got out of the car, and told the driver to pull the car aside and wait.Standing at the door, she subconsciously glanced at the gray building of the detention center, feeling as if she was being watched, feeling uncomfortable all over her body, as if her personality was suddenly much lower.She couldn't help asking again in her heart: With the loftiness of an "avant-garde poet", how could there be friends here? Xia Yingjie walked to the gate, and the guard picked up the phone to report to the inside.After a while, a middle-aged policeman came, and he took a look at Xia Yingjie: "Song Yikun is meeting his wife in the reception room."

The policeman's eyes clearly said: If it will cause trouble, you can come back another day. Xia Yingjie responded with a knowing smile to this kind hint, and explained: "I don't know this person at all, I was just entrusted by someone to drop by and deliver something." "Okay." The policeman agreed. So, after Xia Yingjie filled out the visitor registration form, he followed the police into the courtyard, and went to a door with the sign "Interview Room". The interview room is about 30 square meters. In the middle is a long table lined up with several tables. There are benches on the inside against the wall. The room is empty except for a man and a woman sitting opposite each other. Cigarettes, the woman looks quite dignified.

The woman noticed someone coming in, thought it was the family members of other prisoners visiting the prison, ignored it, and continued her conversation, she said very patiently but not calmly: "Yikun, I came over a thousand kilometers from Beijing to see you , even ordinary friends, you should say something, besides, I am still your wife legally, although I have hurt you before, but it has been two years, and I have apologized, why did we just Can't we reconcile?" The man said in a flat tone: "The way is different, and we don't conspire with each other. I won't adapt to the situation, and you shouldn't take advantage of others."

Then, both fell silent. Xia Yingjie immediately asked the man, "Excuse me, are you Song Yikun?" The woman stood up when she heard the sound, and immediately fixed her eyes on Xia Yingjie alertly. Xia Yingjie had fair skin, a slender figure, and a pair of captivating eyes on a pretty face.She has long hair shawl, light makeup, wearing jeans, sneakers and a casual shirt with rolled up sleeves. Her attire is integrated with her youthful beauty, with a seemingly unadorned, but actually noble and elegant look. The temperament is beautiful.Especially her eyes, which seem to contain a faint sternness in their calmness and self-confidence.

The woman's gaze quickly changed from suspicion and hostility to indifference and calmness, she shifted her gaze to the man, and said softly: "Yikun, since you have guests, I'm leaving first, and I'll see you later, take care of yourself. " After the woman finished speaking, she calmly picked up the leather bag on the table and left calmly. It seemed that there was no second woman in the house with such calmness.A pile of high-end food and cigarettes was left on the table. The man stood up and asked Xia Yingjie, "Who are you?" Xia Yingjie replied: "I'm Fang Ziyun's colleague, a reporter from "Yunan Daily". Because I passed by Shanghai on an interview mission, Fang Ziyun asked me to drop by and deliver something to you. This is Fang Ziyun's shopping list, and I'm following it. "

As she spoke, she put the items she was carrying on the table.She stood, ready to leave here immediately.But she couldn't connect Fang Ziyun with the person in front of her. This confusion made her have to look at this person carefully. Song Yikun was of medium build, and there was nothing striking about his appearance. His fair face was slightly thin, like a scholar, but his eyes were as deep as an ancient well that could not be reached to the bottom.He was dressed very ordinaryly, a woolen sweater over a white shirt, blue trousers, and black cloth shoes.He looked very calm, as if he was not imprisoned in a prison, but as if he was staying in his own home.However, no matter how ordinary this person looked, Xia Yingjie could still perceive the indifference that exudes from his whole body.

This was completely different from Xia Yingjie's imagination, because from the impression obtained from the film and television, the prisoner must have a bald head, a pale face, and the appearance of a lost dog. Song Yikun glanced at the list, just said "thank you" and didn't continue. He didn't know whether it was Xie Xia Yingjie or Xie Fang Ziyun. Xia Yingjie said: "Fang Ziyun asked me to send you a message, saying that he plans to return to vulgarity, and he will register with you in advance." Song Yikun was silent. Xia Yingjie said: "He hopes that you can express your opinion, so as to avoid face-to-face rejection in the future."

Song Yikun paused for a while, and said to himself, "Ziyun is a man with impure six roots in Buddhism, and lacks wolfishness in the business world." Xia Yingjie only felt his heart tremble. Xia Yingjie waited for him to continue, but seeing that he didn't intend to continue, he asked: "Is that how I tell him?" Song Yikun nodded. "Then I'll take my leave." Xia Yingjie nodded politely, then turned and left.This meeting has been carried out standing up, before and after only three minutes. After leaving the gate of the detention center, she found that the taxi was gone, and there was only a black "Crown" sedan parked on the side of the road.She stood on the side of the road and looked at the way she came, not believing that the driver would leave without saying goodbye, because she hadn't paid the taxi fare.

At this time, the door of the "Crown" car opened, and a pleasant light music was released, followed by a woman—Song Yikun's wife. "You don't have to look for Miss Xia. I let the taxi go. Please take my car back, please." Xia Yingjie knew that the other party must have read the entry and exit registration book of the gate, and his intentions were self-evident.Even though she could understand the behavior, there was a look of displeasure in her eyes. "why?" Song's wife said neither humble nor overbearing: "Miss Xia, please stop by and talk. As Song Yikun's wife, it's not too much to pay attention to the women he comes into contact with, right?"

Xia Yingjie carefully looked at the woman in front of him. This person was twenty-seven or eight years old, with a very beautiful figure and appearance, and his clothes were simple, luxurious and full of taste, and there was a condescending calmness in his dignity. Xia Yingjie didn't say anything else, and walked towards the car generously. Xia Yingjie and Song's wife sat side by side in the back seat.The driver drove the car smoothly on the road. "I think, let's not talk about my identity." Xia Yingjie said calmly, "We are going to interview an offshore drilling team in the Yunan Oilfield, and we need to transfer from Shanghai. For this interview, the TV station sent three people , One from the newspaper office, it’s me. A colleague from the newspaper office gave me an address and a shopping list before leaving, and asked me to visit a friend for him when I return. That’s all.” After she finished speaking, she looked at Song Wife, eyes are asking her: "Is there anything else you want to ask?" Song's wife nodded and said with a smile, "That colleague of yours must be Fang Ziyun, with a beard and a godlike face." "You know him?" Xia Yingjie asked. "He and Yikun are classmates. When Yikun and I were in Jiangzhou, Ziyun came to our house several times." Song's wife said. Xia Yingjie took out 60 yuan from his bag and handed it to Song's wife, saying, "I negotiated the taxi fare with the driver in advance, and the total is 60 yuan including empty cars and others. You can't pay for this money, please Take it." "I'm out." Song's wife pushed the money back and said with a smile: "Seeing you in Shanghai can be regarded as some kind of friendship. After Yikun and I go to Yunan, there will be an extra place to take care of our meals. " Xia Yingjie felt that it was pointless to push back, so he had to collect the money. "Where did Ms. Xia graduate?" Wife Song dispelled her doubts, as if she took the initiative to find a topic in order to avoid silence. "Peking University." Xia Yingjie replied. At this time, the female secretary sitting in front of her interrupted without losing the opportunity: "Mr. Deng, the French friend who came to the company to look for you last month is said to have graduated from Peking University." "You mean Ms. Luo Feier?" Song's wife said disapprovingly, "I met him by chance when I was studying in Paris. We met once, but we can't talk about friends." Xia Yingjie was not in the slightest interest in talking. Although he was not in a bad mood, he was still somewhat unhappy.She could feel the comprehensible oppression of the woman next to her.She moved her gaze out of the car window, as if casually watching the lively street scene, thinking to herself: where is this car going?Why don't you ask me where I live? The car stopped at the entrance of a high-end hotel, and the driver told Song's wife: The International Hotel has arrived. The doorman in a red uniform stepped forward and opened the door with standard movements.Song's wife shook hands with Xia Yingjie, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry for disturbing Miss Xia today. I have something else to do, so I'll get out of the car first." After Mrs. Song got out of the car, she said to the female secretary, "You see Miss Xia for me." Just as she was about to turn around, she suddenly remembered something, took out a business card from her bag and handed it to Xia Yingjie, "Miss Xia, If you have any difficulties in Beijing in the future, please come to me by all means, goodbye." Xia Yingjie passively took the business card and watched Song's wife walk into the restaurant calmly. After the car restarted, the female secretary asked, "Which hotel does Miss Xia stay at?" "Bright Hotel." Xiaoli thought for a while, then shook her head: "I have no impression." "It's just an ordinary hotel, not up to the star rating." Xia Yingjie said, "This is my first time in Shanghai, so I don't know the route, so let's inquire as I go." Her face was calm, but she was mocking herself in her heart: this is such a useless business.Looking at the business card in his hand, there is a beautiful line of words printed on it: Deng Wenying, Deputy General Manager of Beijing Moneo Fashion Corporation. Located in the Central Plains, Yunan City has been plagued by floods in the Yellow River for generations.It used to be a war-torn wasteland.Isolation, poverty, if not for the discovery of large oil fields, perhaps little is known today.Since the famous oil battle started more than ten years ago, with the gathering of 200,000 employees and their families, the poor county in the past has turned into a city overnight, and this piece of land is also famous because of oil. Nationally famous. Xia Yingjie didn't care about going home, so he only spent the night in the dormitory, and went to work the next day.She rushed to work not because of this report, but because of an inexplicable reason that made her eager to see Fang Ziyun, a sixth sense, a vague and floating thing in her subconscious like a ghost wandering. She seemed to have discovered something, seemed to instinctively want to capture something, but needed time to prove that vague feeling. Xia Yingjie came to the newspaper office and went directly to the editorial room of the literature and art edition to find Fang Ziyun. She opened the door and walked in. Fang Ziyun smiled and said, "Master Fang, the daughter of the people is here to collect debts." Fang Ziyun is in his thirties, with long hair, a full beard, wearing a pair of myopia glasses, and wearing wild clothes, which is the kind of artistic and cultural symbolism that people often see in movies and TV shows.He has an eccentric personality and is not sociable. He spends his days with cigarettes, spirits and poetry as companions. He has published more than 300 poems. The so-called "avant-garde poets" refer to those very few poets who are at the forefront of poetry creativity, representing the latest trend of poetry creation.Most of these people are not very wealthy and have a very high level of thought. Their obsession with poetry is no less than that of a religious believer.At the same time, these people often have the characteristics of a kind of madman, which is difficult for laymen to understand. Fang Ziyun has been alone since the divorce, and his wife, because she couldn't bear his alcoholism, eccentricity, and making ends meet, defined him as "not a person who lives a life", and left him within a year of marriage. I fell free. Xia Yingjie took out more than a dozen shopping invoices and put them on the table, and said: "The total cost is 204 yuan, you can pay me 200 yuan, and I will be free of a small change." "Not much, not much." Fang Ziyun said frankly, "I have calculated more than this number." "Of course, the taxi fare will be saved for you. However, the price is too high." She seemed to feel the oppressed feeling in the car again. Fang Ziyun didn't care.He took money out of his pocket, and after counting two hundred yuan, there was not much money left in his hand. "Meet Yikun?" Fang Ziyun asked. "Not only did I see it, but I was also inspected as a third party. This is the price of saving you taxi fares." Xia Yingjie handed him the business card as he said. Fang Ziyun took the business card, looked at it, and smiled: "What a coincidence, then you hit the muzzle of a gun. Deng Wenying is not a simple woman." "I have learned." "Oh, how does it feel?" "How should I put it?" Xia Yingjie thought for a while and said, "It seems that there is always a hand that keeps lifting your chin up, making you have to look up at her. Its intention is nothing more than to make you feel inferior and make you feel inferior." You're smart, it makes you a little bit self-aware." "A little misunderstanding. Women, I can understand." After Fang Ziyun finished speaking, the topic turned back to his own concerns, "You talked about my thoughts with Yikun?" "We talked." Xia Yingjie said, "I met him for no more than three minutes, and he only said a few words. I overheard one sentence. He said to Deng Wenying, 'I won't adapt to the situation, you And don't take advantage of others' danger'. The other sentence was brought to you by him, he said, 'Ziyun is a man with impure six roots in Buddhism, and lacks wolfishness in the business world'." "Well——" Fang Ziyun thought for a while, and analyzed, "I don't say yes, I don't say no, I just present the facts and make sense. There is knowledge in this, and no matter what bad results happen in the future, I will blame myself .” Xia Yingjie picked up the business card on the table and put it in his bag. He seemed to be leaving, but he didn't leave. Looking at Fang Ziyun, he asked, "I did a part-time job for you, do you want to express it?" Fang Ziyun smiled and said: "As expected, I know you have to blackmail me. Can I keep the accounts first? I will definitely treat you on the day of expenses. Now you can see that I have nothing but a sincere heart. " "I'll treat you to dinner today." Xia Yingjie said in a flat tone, "I plan to treat you to the Red House Restaurant tonight. If you can come, it's my reward." The Red House Restaurant is a high-end restaurant, most of which are patronized by dignitaries with public funds, and very few people pay for their own meals.Fang Ziyun grabbed the invoice on the table, crumpled it up and threw it into the wastebasket, and said with a disdainful smile, "Stop it. You can't take a joke like this. I'm very easy to take it seriously." "I'm not kidding." Xia Yingjie said seriously, "How about Jiannanchun wine? I'm not wronging you, right?" Xia Yingjie was entertaining guests at the most exclusive restaurant in the city, and it was under the background that the other party owed her favors, which made Fang Ziyun a little unbelievable.He looked at her with wide eyes, and when he was sure that the matter was serious from her calm face, he instinctively became vigilant and asked cautiously: "What intention? Please clarify the subject, I'm afraid this wine is not drinkable." Xia Yingjie was silent for a moment, then said, "I want to get to know your friend." Fang Ziyun was taken aback, and asked, "What are you thinking about?" "Curiosity, or something else. It depends on how I feel." Xia Yingjie said calmly. This time it was Fang Ziyun's turn to be silent.Xia Yingjie's sharp thinking and good insight are well known to colleagues in the newspaper office. In connection with some of the conversations just now, he seems to have glimpsed her potential motives.Although he didn't know the specific details of Xia Yingjie being censored as a third party, based on his knowledge of these two women, he could almost conclude that Deng Wenying must have used her cleverness to arrange a "no silver here is three hundred" Two" big fool.It should come as no surprise, then, to dig for silver. He thought about it for a long time, and then he said to himself: "If Deng Wenying is not simple, then you, Miss Xia, are not." "That means you accept it." Xia Yingjie said. "At least I have some morals for my friends," Fang Ziyun said seriously, "However, based on what I know about the situation, I can drink this wine." Xia Yingjie immediately said, "Then it's a deal, and we'll meet at the restaurant at 7:30 in the evening." She left the editing room and hurried to the typing room. She sat down and began to sort out the materials on the computer, but she couldn't concentrate. The fingers typing on the keyboard didn't seem to belong to her, and the words on the screen kept making mistakes.Her heart has begun to be chaotic. The "Red House" restaurant is located in the bustling commercial street, and there are many stores on both sides of the street. At night, this street becomes a river of neon lights, and the ever-changing lights make the night colorfully embellished.The flickering and unpredictable lights seem to outline another impetuous era. The "Red House" restaurant is dominated by red, with an elegant environment. The tables are covered with white embroidered tablecloths, and the exquisitely crafted tableware shimmers slightly under the soft light, making people feel comfortable and cozy. In this small city with a population of only a few hundred thousand, Xia Yingjie and Fang Ziyun could be regarded as celebrities, and only in this kind of place could they avoid disturbance from acquaintances as much as possible.At the same time, only this kind of environment can explain the scale and seriousness of the topic of conversation. Fang Ziyun picked up the bottle of "Jiannanchun" wine and admired it for a while. He took a bite of the cold dish first, then picked up the wine glass and drank it down. He couldn't help saying: "Good wine." Fang Ziyun poured himself a drink, drank three cups in a row, glanced at the empty cup on the table, and then said: "Eat and drink, I can't help myself. You and my colleagues have known each other for three years, so there is no need to go around in circles. What motives do you have is your business. I have no intention of fulfilling you, nor will I harm you. I only follow a principle of seeking truth from facts. I have thought about it before coming here, because Song Yikun is not good or bad. , so I decided to tell you something that shouldn’t be said, but there is one condition: No matter what changes happen in the future, you can only rot this matter in your stomach and bring it to the coffin.” Xia Yingjie said solemnly, "I assure you." "I believe in you." Fang Ziyun nodded, he took out a cigarette and lit it slowly, and smoked slowly.The stakes are high, and he needs to stabilize his emotions.After a long time, he said, "Song Yikun was arrested for tax evasion, but he didn't evade taxes. It was someone else who evaded taxes. He was arrested because someone reported him, but no one reported him at all. It's him. He's the only person I know who planned to put him in prison." Seeing that Xia Yingjie was silent, Fang Ziyun poured a glass of wine, but didn't drink it, and continued, "Song Yikun is the president of Shanghai Oriental Decoration Engineering Co., Ltd. Manager, half a month before I was arrested, I received a call from him and secretly went to Shanghai. I only stayed in Shanghai for a few hours. The report letter of 200,000 yuan tax evasion was drafted by him, and I copied it. .I left Shanghai that night after putting the anonymous report letter in the mailbox, and no one knew about it.” Xia Yingjie was secretly surprised, even terrified. She seemed to see an object sinking calmly, to a depth beyond the reach of ordinary people's eyes and consciousness, but there was a terrifying sharpness and energy in this unfathomable depth. Xia Yingjie held his breath and pondered for a moment, then asked nervously: "What kind of need made him go to the prison to hide?" "I don't know, or I shouldn't know." Fang Ziyun replied, "Yikun has his own rules and regulations. Reporting wrongdoing is the honorable duty of every citizen. He has set this boundary for me in advance." Xia Yingjie nodded in understanding, and after a long silence, she said with emotion: "It can be seen that he regards you as a true friend." "A poor friend who is useless." Fang Ziyun deliberately added. Xia Yingjie wanted to say "You can't judge a hero by the rich or the poor", but he didn't say it out loud, because Fang Ziyun was already planning to give up writing and go into business, and it was only a matter of time.Times have changed, and people's values ​​have also changed. The avant-garde poet who vowed to stick to his position until the last moment has finally wavered. He wants to go to sea, get rich, and become a layman.What Xia Yingjie saw from the poet's eyes, he didn't know whether it was the progress of an era or the sorrow of an era. "Is he from the underworld?" Xia Yingjie asked. Fang Ziyun laughed and said, "Where do you want to go? Let me tell you, Song Yikun only has two friends, one is me and the other is Ye Hongjun. We are classmates in the university. Ye Hongjun is very good at political economy. , went abroad a long time ago, first in Austria, and then moved to Italy." Xia Yingjie asked again: "Why did Song Yikun want a divorce?" "For a word." Fang Ziyun said with great interest, "Deng Wenying once said angrily about something that Yikun didn't know about leaving the factory. She said, don't think I was chasing you at the beginning, didn't you just fall in love with you?" Instead, I'm looking for my father. Her father is the provincial director of transportation." "Just for a word of anger? It can't be established." Xia Yingjie said. "Of course, that's just an introduction." Fang Ziyun said, "I think what Deng Wenying can't get rid of is that condescending vulgarity, which may be the fatal wound to the foundation of their marriage." "So, what is Song Yikun's background?" "Poor children in poor villages in poor mountains." Fang Ziyun said with emotion, "In terms of education, family conditions and social status, Yikun cannot compare with Deng Wenying. No wonder some old classmates saw me and said: Song Yikun doesn't know Lifting up, born to be a lowly life." Then, Fang Ziyun briefly introduced Song Yikun's life experience—— Song Yikun was born in a poor mountain village in the hinterland of Mount Tai, Shandong. He lost his mother at the age of three and his father at the age of eleven. Since then, he and his sister Song Baoying have been dependent on each other.After graduating from Jiangzhou University, he worked as a reporter for the Provincial Daily for three years. He was selected by the Provincial Department of Communications and transferred to serve as Secretary to the Director. During this period, he met Deng Wenying, the daughter of the Director.Deng Wenying graduated from Wuhan University with a major in business management, and then went to France to study fashion design for three years, and served as the deputy general manager of Beijing Moneo Fashion Company.Deng Wenying married Song Yikun under the influence of his father. After marriage, Song Yikun was transferred to work in the Provincial Economic Commission. Deng Wenying could not see that her husband had any ambitions. The relationship between the two began to have conflicts. At this time, Song Yikun was also in trouble. In a predicament, people around him think that he got what he is today because he hugged a woman's thigh. This kind of environment has actually ruined him, and any efforts he made will be spoiled because of Deng Wenying's family background.So Song Yikun filed for divorce, and soon resigned from public office to set up a private company in Shanghai. Xia Yingjie thought to himself: Someone who can make someone as arrogant as Fang Ziyun comment with such a tone must have some qualifications, and someone who despises a woman like Deng Wenying also needs some qualifications.Song Yikun's eyes do have a distinctive calmness, which is as powerful as a magnetic field, perhaps, that kind of thing is called charm. "Okay." Fang Ziyun said with a smile, "I've told you what should be said and what should not be said, and I didn't eat for nothing." Xia Yingjie asked suddenly: "Why did you tell me about Song Yikun? You don't have to tell me." "It's really difficult to raise women and villains." Fang Ziyun shook his head with a smile, picked up a glass and drank a glass of wine, leaned back, and said slowly: "If this is a favor for you, this favor has side effects. Yes, from Song Yikun's point of view, it seems that I want to use some kind of posture to try something, which will spoil the friendship between us. But I still help you, because I believe that you can never sell yourself for wealth People, and let me tell you, so far Wei Yikun doesn’t have much property in his hands. Compared with those upstart Song Yikun who pursues you, he is still poor. This person may not make you live well, but he will definitely make you Living an extraordinary life is exactly what you want. What you want is a kind of realm and a kind of spirit, but what Deng Wenying wants is only material success. Deng Wenying can’t understand Song Yikun’s book, a petty citizen Even the cleverness of the old style can't read it. I think that a good book should belong to people who can understand it. Of course, it depends on whether there is any fate, and it is nothing if not." Xia Yingjie shook his head: "You flatter me too much. Besides, I just asked you a little about the situation, and I didn't express anything." "Isn't that enough?" Fang Ziyun asked back, and then said, "Don't blame me for Deng Wenying in the future, it was she who did a stupid thing like 'there is no silver three hundred taels here', if she is rich, it is herself invited." "Forget it." Xia Yingjie nodded and said. Fang Ziyun asked: "Can you tell me what touched you?" Xia Yingjie pondered for a while, and said: "It's really hard for me to express it specifically, but I do feel it. It may be his calmness, or it may be the subtle sensitivity in his calmness. He The speech was very short, and the tone was very flat, but it was very deep. His sentence 'I will not adapt to the situation, and you should not take advantage of others', so that you can almost smell the original breath of the man. His sentence 'The six senses of human Buddhism are not Net, lack of wolf nature in the business world', you, an avant-garde poet, can be explained in just fourteen words. Listening to this kind of language and appreciating this style, I think it is a kind of enjoyment in life. There are many things that people can only go to. Feelings that cannot be expressed in words.” "Incisive." Fang Ziyun said. Fang Ziyun felt that the conversation was almost done, so he deliberately looked at his watch, then drank the wine in the glass, and packed up the cigarettes and alcohol that should be taken away.Xia Yingjie signaled the waiter to pay. At this time, Fang Ziyun said something that he had prepared in advance. He said: "Before I leave, I have to make a solemn statement. As I said, I have no intention of helping you or harming you. Between colleagues, I That's all I can do for you. It's up to you to take the idea and do the things. No matter what the future results are, I will not bear any joint and several liabilities. At the same time, I remain neutral to prevent Yikun from misunderstood me, as if I'm going to use a certain situation to try something." "You worry too much." Xia Yingjie said with a smile. Cars of various brands were parked in front of the "Red House" restaurant, and Fang Ziyun's and Xia Yingjie's two bicycles were caught in the middle, which seemed extremely out of harmony.Fang Ziyun unlocked the car, and while pushing it away, he said mockingly: "We are the only ones who ride here to eat, just like Kong Yiji, the only ones who drink while standing and wear long gowns." Xia Yingjie almost laughed out loud.At the same time, from Fang Ziyun's tone, she also felt the strong desire to change if you are poor. The office apartment is a five-story building, not far from the newspaper office. Xia Yingjie lives on the third floor.This is called a collective dormitory, but there are also many young couples who can't find housing for a while and set up camp here, so stoves and cooking utensils can be seen everywhere in the corridors. She returned to the dormitory, relaxed on the bed, reached out and turned off the lamp on the table.She likes to think in the dark, eyes can't see anything, only the brain is active, which is more conducive to concentration.At this time, all the ideological things appeared in her mind, and complex issues were decomposed and classified here, and what should be settled and what should be floating were dynamic, which made her understand at once. What came to her mind now, except those eyes, were still those eyes, like ghosts that could not be swayed away or driven away, making her heart beat uncontrollably, and this heartbeat was not only mixed with fear, but also contained longing.She asked herself over and over again: Has anyone ever made you feel as distraught as you are now?She answered herself over and over again: no, never.She suddenly felt that she had been looking for this person in the vast crowd for many years. "Probably it's fate." She thought, all of this really seemed to be carefully arranged by God. She accepted this interview task, was entrusted by Fang Ziyun to send something, and met her at that specific moment. I went to Deng Wenying, just in time for their marriage to exist in name only, and it happened to coincide with the time when Song Yikun lost his freedom, the most depressed, the most passive, and the most approachable... So many coincidences, as long as one condition is not true, the future things will not happen .However, these coincidences have all merged together. Isn't this fate? She thought: God, this person belongs to me, Emperor L put him there and waited for me to take him back.What doesn't belong to Deng Wenying, even if she got it, she has to lose it; what belongs to me, even if he was once possessed, he has to be returned.Fang Ziyun is right, a good book should belong to those who can understand it.Then, let me, Xia Yingjie, read this book, read his calmness, sharpness, and his unfathomable mysteries. She asked herself: If you suddenly fall in love with someone like this, why do you love him?How could she fall in love with him?She couldn't find an answer.However, a major decision has already been formed in her mind, and her intuition tells her that if she doesn't seize this opportunity, it seems that she may miss the slightest now, and her fate in the future will definitely be very different.She doesn't want to live without a little passion like she is now. She wants to love vigorously once, cry until tears flow into rivers, and laugh until her soul is stirred. It turns out that a woman's love does not require a lot of rationality, but depends more on her intuition. So where do you start? After thinking about it, she thinks now is the best time.He is a prisoner, deprived of freedom of movement, always in one place, passive and forced.Once he is released from prison, he will undoubtedly enter the sea. Not only is his whereabouts difficult to determine, but there will also be interference from various factors.At that time, it was very unfavorable for him to conquer the target. Life is like a battlefield, where opportunities are fleeting, and decisiveness is one of the essential qualities of a winner.Even "taking advantage of others' danger" is worth feeling guilty once. Xia Yingjie was thinking about something on his mind when footsteps sounded in the corridor and stopped at the door.A man's voice said, "Ping, I'm really in pain." Lin Ping said coldly, "What's none of my business? I didn't say I want to marry you." The man is almost begging: "You know, I can't live without you." Xia Yingjie almost burst out laughing at this kind of confession often heard in TV dramas. She turned on the light and got up and opened the door. She saw a man who had been Lin Ping's "lover" standing at the door, looking devastated. , and said; "This is a female dormitory, if you have something to say, can we wait until tomorrow?" In fact, she wanted to ridicule the man, but she changed her words as soon as she spoke, and she appeared gentle and polite.The man didn't expect that there was someone in the room, so he left quickly in embarrassment. Lin Ping went into the room and threw off her high heels and put on slippers. While removing her makeup, she asked Xia Yingjie, "Ajie, when will you change that poem?" "Do you think I really helped you to correct it? I was giving you a step down." Xia Yingjie said, took out the poem and put it on the table. "Oh, forget it, I don't know what's interesting." Lin Ping muttered, then lifted her spirits, and said mysteriously, "I'll tell you the latest news, the TV station is going to hold a 'Miss Yunan' campaign, and the champion will not only win A bonus, and the opportunity to be a TV special actor." Xia Yingjie answered irrelevantly and said, "You can really let go, as if nothing happened just now." Lin Ping said disapprovingly: "Isn't his father a director? If I become the champion in the election, wouldn't I be too inferior to him? I advise you to think about it. You can do everything because you are too good, so many Men dare not approach you. You will lose a lot of fun in being a woman." Xia Yingjie smiled and did not answer.She spread the quilt and sat on the bed with her coat on, covered her legs with the quilt, picked up a book and flipped through it absent-mindedly, thinking about her own affairs.She suddenly asked Lin Ping: "Do you know 'There is no silver three hundred taels here'?" "Of course I know." Lin Ping said. "Well, what would you do if you knew where the money was buried?" she asked again. "It goes without saying, just dig it out." Lin Ping said without thinking. Xia Yingjie didn't say anything anymore, but thought to himself: It seems that this is the instinct of human nature. After a month of careful consideration and psychological preparation, Xia Yingjie secretly went to Shanghai in June 1992. From Yunan to Jiangzhou, the ordinary bus was bumpy and dusty all the way; from Jiangzhou to Shanghai, the train was noisy and crowded.While enduring the hardships, Xia Yingjie suddenly felt a sense of tragedy as a warrior going out to battle. Although she couldn't determine the ultimate blessing or misfortune, at least she dared to control her own destiny, at least she had fought for it. When she arrived in Shanghai, she found a hostel closest to the detention center to live in.In fact, "live in" is not important, what is important is to have a house where you can dress yourself up calmly, and what is important is your image.She already has an aesthetic principle for o: Properly highlight the temperament, elegant and natural, without losing the femininity and avoiding exaggerated glamour. At three o'clock in the afternoon, she came to the detention center. It was still the same interview procedure and the same room, but the atmosphere had changed slightly. After all, this was not the first time we met. Song Yikun sat down opposite her, without any polite words, and his face was expressionless. "Why don't you talk?" Xia Yingjie had no choice but to speak first. "I'm waiting for you to tell me." Xia Yingjie smiled slightly, took out a "Marlboro" from the gift bag, opened it, and handed it to him together with the lighter; "I know you smoked this last time, please." 宋一坤点上烟，道：“请你回去转告子云，这样破费下去我可承受不起，他那点收人找了解。情我领了，点到为止。” 夏英杰说：“这次来上海不是顺路，而是专程，与方子云没有任何关系。” 宋一坤抽着烟沉默片刻，淡漠地说：“我帮不了你什么。” “没人要你帮忙，我过得挺好。”夏英杰淡淡地说，“我这次来就是想看看你，没别的。” 宋一坤说：“对不起，我还是不懂，请你解释一下。” “你不该逼我。”夏英杰语气加重了一些，道，“你不必马上就懂，对你毕竟太突然了，当然需要有个过程。” I see. 这个情况是宋一坤根本没有料到的，他再次陷人沉思。许久，他才问：“方子云告诉了你什么？” 夏英杰坦然地说：“我确实向方子云了解过你，但方子云告诉我的，不会比你的眼睛告诉我的多，也不会比邓文英的审查告诉我的多。这是我自己的事。” 宋一坤凝视着这个气质淡雅、姿色迷人的女人，慢条斯理地抽烟，不说话了。 “你必须说话，我想听你说话。”夏英杰以命令的口吻道。 无奈，宋一坤自嘲地苦笑了一下说：“人贵有自知之明，三教九流里我是哪一流的我自己清楚，你这样做对你自己是轻率的，是不负责任的，也是我承受不起的。这次我欠你一个人情，但是以后你不要来了，来了我也不见你，这不正常。” “来不来是我的事，在你出狱之前这事恐怕由不得你。”夏英杰平静地说，“我得承认，迈出这一步很不容易，可既然敢来，就不是你一句话可以打发得了的。在你出狱之前的五个月里，我会按月来看你。我了解过了，你的出狱时间是十一月十六日。” 宋一坤心里暗自惊叹：这丫头，不简单哪。 两个人又陷入一阵长久的沉默，静静的屋里，他们几乎都可以听到对方的心跳。 宋一坤觉得接见的时间快到了，说了一句：“不要再来了，我会使你失望的。” 夏英杰也说了一句：“我每个月都会来，我根本就没有奢望过。” 这次见面非常生硬，时间也不长，并不比第一次见面好到哪里。但是夏英杰明白，见面的时间和内容都是次要的，重要的是见面本身。 毕竟，有一个开端了。