Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Encounter

Many years later, Mu Xin imagined it countless times - if she hadn't met Yang Qian, she might not have become a policeman, would not have suffered a night of fear in the rainstorm, would not have accepted harsh questioning and sad torture, and would not have been a police officer. She will experience those lingering nightmares one after another... An ordinary woman like her should marry an ordinary man and live an ordinary time like all people whose lives are so simple that they are numb. However, there are not so many assumptions in life. Just like my good friend Hao Huinan said: Those who dare to "assume" about life are either unreliable magic sticks or the past that cannot be repeated.

Think about it carefully, this is true. The day I met Yang Qian was such an unlucky day—she broke up with her first boyfriend in the morning, and went back to school in the afternoon in despair. Only when she walked to the gate did she realize that the school had been closed because of SARS.When she left the school, she climbed over the not-so-high courtyard wall behind the cafeteria, and now she can only climb back. Standing under the two-meter-high courtyard wall, Mu Xin looked up at the courtyard wall which was not too high for her in the morning with a pale face, then looked down at the T-shirt and cropped pants on her body, smiled wryly, Looking around - this is a quiet alley, hidden in a residential area, few people pass by, but it is very clean, not as clean as the wall, at least there are a few logs for stepping.She took out her mobile phone and looked at it. It was getting closer and closer to the evening department meeting. If she wasn't there when the roll call was called, the teacher could easily find out that she had left school without authorization.During the SARS period, trivial things turned into big ones, and she might get herself punished on the eve of graduation... Thinking of this, Mu Xin gritted her teeth, and with all her strength, she resolutely grabbed the cracks in the raised stones on the wall and climbed up!

However, it was really difficult to get up—because there was no place to stay, Mu Xin struggled to climb, and the palms of his hands were still sweating, and no matter where he grasped, he would slip.His calf was a little soft, and he kept trembling, as if it was difficult to support such a difficult and high-intensity physical activity.Mu Xin concentrated on looking for the edge of the stone crevice that she could step on with her feet. While feeling her arms trembling, she felt so wronged that she wanted to cry: her love was gone, her body was unwell, and if she was punished, the whole world would be against her.

However, at this moment, a force behind her suddenly supported her waist, trying to push her up.Mu Xin was taken aback, looked back with wet eyelashes, and saw a boy with a slightly embarrassed face.While supporting her vigorously, he asked, "You want to climb in? Are you from the Art Academy?" Mu Xin nodded and sniffed, the mist in front of her eyes seemed to dissipate, and the boy's face gradually became clear—he was really a good-looking boy, tall, clean, and spoke sincerely.Mu Xin smiled wryly and thought, after all, God didn't treat her very well. She could actually let her go out on a date with full of expectations, but it ended up falling apart; When I met a handsome guy.She seemed to be able to imagine that if the girls in the same dormitory knew her experience, how painful it would be to die, to sigh, and to hate iron for nothing.

The boy obviously also saw Mu Xin's frustration, he just thought for a while, and immediately said decisively: "I'm sorry, but this is the only way to go up, I don't mean any harm, don't take offense." While speaking, his hand suddenly supported Mu Xin's buttocks, and with a hard push, Mu Xin suddenly realized that he was actually higher than the wall! Before she could react, the boy pushed harder, and Mu Xin took advantage of the momentum to step on a row of stone cracks on the edge of the wall.With just a little more effort, you can go over the wall completely!

Taking a breath, Mu Xin hugged the wall and leaned a little bit on it. After the situation stabilized, she subconsciously turned her head and wanted to say "thank you" to the boy under the wall, but the moment she turned her head, she felt like she had never Now this is so embarrassing that life would be worse than death! Because she saw the boy staring blankly at his own palm in a daze - on his palm, there was a bright red bloodstain! It was only then that Mu Xin remembered why her palms were sweating, her legs and feet were sore, and she was exhausted. Everything covered by the black cropped trousers was nakedly exposed in front of this strange boy.Mu Xin didn't have the face to watch it any longer, and didn't even have the courage to say "thank you", but relying on an instinctive escape psychology, she quickly climbed over the courtyard wall and fled to the depths of the school.

It was also that night that Mu Xin suffered from insomnia.She couldn't sleep no matter what, her mind was full of the strange boy's blank expression and his red palm... This sudden and embarrassing incident miraculously made her forget the pain of losing her love, and she only felt that the scene in the afternoon was so profound. Imprinted into her mind, it became a great shame. She hoped, never, ever, never to see this boy again! But, it was such a coincidence—a few months later, after receiving the postgraduate admission letter, Mu Xin went to report to her tutor's house, and there she saw the boy who had represented all her embarrassment!Unexpectedly, his mentor and her mentor are husband and wife!

Mu Xin finally realized: No wonder he appeared in that secluded alley that day, isn't that the back door of the teacher's dormitory area of ​​the art college? So, fine, smooth sailing. Yang Qian is a second-year master's student in the criminal law direction of the Provincial University Law School, the president's scholarship winner, and the vice chairman of the student union of the college. Mu Xin is a first-year master student in the Design Department of the Provincial Art College, a national scholarship winner, and the propaganda minister of the school's student union.

Meet on a narrow road. However, more fate is behind. A few months later, Mu Xin met Yang Qian again at the National Art Museum of China.This time, he was accompanied by a beautiful, tall girl with ponytails. She had a bright smile on her face and was introducing Yang Qian like a tour guide: "He is a representative and one of the founders of Impressionism. He has cataracts, but He has a natural sensitivity to capture colors. He likes to sit outdoors and observe the color changes around the scenery at different times, in different weathers, and in different light. Well, just like over there, bridges, rivers, haystacks, water lilies... Isn’t it very interesting? joy of life?"

"I didn't see it," Yang Qian replied honestly, "But it looks like a cataract patient's drawing, because it's not clear when you look at it..." "Pfft!" Behind him, Mu Xin couldn't help laughing out loud. The two people in front turned their heads, and Yang Qian was very surprised when he saw Mu Xin: "Are you also coming to the art exhibition?" "I'm his fan," Mu Xin pointed to the painting on the wall and replied with a smile, then glanced at the girl in front of her, seeing that she was also looking at her curiously, and said hello, "Hello."

"Hi, do you know each other?" The girl was cheerful and lively, with a slightly excited expression, "I noticed you just now, I saw you looking at a painting over there for a long time, and it's not like there are so many crowds here Man, obviously here to be arty... what are you looking at?" "River water, clouds," Mu Xin is also a straightforward person who doesn't like to exchange pleasantries like playing with flower guns. The small brush is very light pink oil paint, so the whole sky is lit up. These details are completely invisible in the booklet and the slideshow." "That's right!" The girl became excited, "And the bricks on the bridge, have you noticed that the superimposed oil paint is very random but has a sense of color order. I was still thinking just now, the 'impression' should be the eyes. Instant visual capture, or the conscious color analysis of the brain...Of course, the artist himself may not be able to distinguish too clearly." "Have I not given you an introduction yet?" People who spoil the scenery always say things that spoil the scenery when they are the most unpleasant. Yang Qian interrupted the excitement of the girls around him, pointed at the two of them in turn, and added the introduction, "Mu Xin, art Graduate student in the Design Department of the college, Yanyi; Zhong Xiaoxue, who majored in art history, is now working in Qinghai." "Hello." The two girls smiled and shook hands, but the difference is that, I don't know if it's because of the different living environment, Mu Xin can feel that her smile is polite and dignified in the city, but the other party's smile But with the bright warmth of the plateau, like the spotless sunshine, or the clear and moist lake. "Why did you come to Beijing? Don't you have classes?" Yang Qian asked Mu Xin curiously. "This is also one of the lessons." Mu Xin pointed to the paintings around him. "The once-in-a-lifetime real Impressionist work is worth the three-and-a-half-hour train ride." "Let's have dinner together!" Zhong Xiaoxue warmly invited, without any grievances. "I still have to be with my classmates," Mu Xin looked around, "I got separated for the time being, and we agreed to meet at the gate later." "Then go around together?" Zhong Xiaoxue rarely met someone who shared the same language, happily took Mu Xin's hand, and shook it lightly, "Let's go together, okay? Yang Qian is so boring, he doesn't understand anything , Discussing it with him is an insult to my IQ." "What are you talking about?" Yang Qian protested, but he was happy to let things go, "Let's go together, anyway, you are alone. With me, I can protect your property from being coveted by thieves." He raised the women's cloth bag in his hand, and Mu Xin knew at a glance that it was Zhong Xiaoxue's style, casual, simple, simple but vivid.She had no choice but to nod, but before she could open her mouth, she was dragged to the front by the happy Zhong Xiaoxue, who instantly left Yang Qian two steps away.Yang Qian sighed helplessly and followed, took the paper bag she was carrying from Mu Xin's hand, and started his career as a servant. It was undoubtedly a pleasant viewing process - Zhong Xiaoxue is obviously a very affectionate person, and exchanged thoughts with Mu Xin in a low voice all the way, and also talked a lot of gossip along the way.So it didn't take long for Mu Xin to know that her father and Yang Qian's father were comrades-in-arms, and then they split up and changed jobs. Zhong Xiaoxue's father stayed in the provincial capital, and Yang Qian's father returned to his hometown.There are more than 500 kilometers apart, although the two families don't meet many times, they still get together at least once a year, and after Yang Qian went to the provincial capital to study, he even went to Zhong Xiaoxue's house for dinner every weekend.And Zhong Xiaoxue was the same age as Mu Xin, and after graduating from the provincial university, she didn't take the postgraduate entrance examination, but went to the west to support teaching.There, after seeing the lofty sky, the majestic snow-capped mountains, and the simple human heart, even though she faced a simple and poor life, she still gradually had the idea of ​​not wanting to go back to City G.Naturally, her parents were not willing to do this, so they took advantage of the opportunity that she went to Beijing to participate in an event and saw an art exhibition by the way, and sent Yang Qian to act as a lobbyist. "Have you ever been to the plateau?" Zhong Xiaoxue asked Mu Xin while standing at the rest area to choose souvenirs. "No, but I am looking forward to it," Mu Xin replied honestly, "People who like painting or photography probably like it very much. There is no impetuousness, only the most authentic feelings." "I think so too," Zhong Xiaoxue's eyes glowed happily, "If you have a chance to come, contact me, and I will show you around. You will see everything completely different from the city - the scenery is simple Yes, people are simple. Sometimes I will secretly lie on the side of the road where no vehicles pass by, and see the end of the road in the distance hidden in the faint fog. There are also animals slowly crossing the road and passing by me. Will look at me indifferently, and then leave in a peaceful manner. For the first time, you will find that your life itself is a painting." Mu Xin was slightly surprised—it was the first time she heard people describe the inaccessible beauty of the plateau like this. It was not about the gorgeous colors, nor the majesty, but the roads and animals when she was really in it. It was a completely parallel perspective of the viewer. The so-called nobility is only crawling on the ground, feeling the peace and vastness of the world with the animals. How can this be done with an open mind?How could this be something that such a young girl can comprehend? Mu Xin was a little envious of Yang Qian—with such a girl as his girlfriend, his life would definitely be colorful.But she couldn't help thinking - Zhong Xiaoxue wanted to stay in Qinghai wholeheartedly, so what would Yang Qian do? But fortunately, these issues have nothing to do with her. She doesn’t need to delve into it. She just needs to concentrate on appreciating the paintings in front of her. Go upstairs, and you can just see the exhibition of works collected by Luo Zhongli, which is 2.16 meters high and 1.52 meters wide. Huge paintings stand silently in the exhibition hall.It was also the first time that Mu Xin saw this long-renowned painting outside the album, and it turned out to be far more shocking than the printed matter. "This is our people," Zhong Xiaoxue sighed blankly looking at the painting, "Look, this is our father." "Art should point directly to the soul," Mu Xin also said with emotion, "When we fix our eyes on the price tag, the world we can see has long since changed. Works that can't even impress us are only It can be a simple copy of an image, rather than a condensed extraction." "You really spoke to my heart!" Zhong Xiaoxue glanced at Mu Xin in admiration. Unexpectedly, Mu Xin smiled and said another sentence: "However, for those who are really hungry, they cannot get rid of the nightmare of hunger for a long time. In this case, copying for the price is also a last resort. .” Zhong Xiaoxue thought about it carefully, then nodded: "That's right." The two girls walked forward while discussing in low voices.However, none of them noticed that behind them, Yang Qian's thoughtful gaze was always glued to Mu Xin's back. After returning to City G from Beijing, Mu Xin started her day-to-day life of "copying for the price". This is the helplessness of life—in the eyes of many people, there are no poor people in art colleges, because art is not so much a pursuit that comes from the heart, but rather a quality that is spent with money.The tuition here is almost twice that of ordinary colleges, the beautiful girls here are N times that of ordinary colleges, and the brand-name clothes, handbags, and daily necessities that can be seen here are N+1 times that of ordinary colleges. However, none of these had anything to do with Mu Xin. She lost her father when she was a teenager, and her mother was laid off in a few years. She shouldn't have chosen this expensive road, but she couldn't help it, because she was so biased in subjects that she couldn't get into a good university.She chose arts and sciences that year, and her grades were embarrassing in the liberal arts class of that key high school—not counting math scores, she could only be ranked in the top ten, and counting math scores, she could only be ranked after forty.But fortunately, she had learned to draw when she was a child, and she had a good foundation in sketching, so after the class teacher talked to her a few times, she was put into the art class again.After all, in those years, tuition fees were not the main factor that everyone considered, because in the hearts of teachers, candidates and even parents of students, the most important thing was to be admitted to university. What's more, she has the opportunity to study in a second-tier university with a grade that is only enough for the third-tier undergraduate course. So, after the college entrance examination, she came to the Art Institute. I didn't expect that the world I stumbled into by accident suddenly became clear-those performances, lectures, schoolwork, and sketches, quickly turned a silly girl who knew nothing about the outside world into a beautiful girl with good temperament and wisdom.She likes this kind of change, and also likes the diverse artistic atmosphere in comprehensive art colleges, each with its own merits.In addition to earnestly studying professional courses, she also took a performance foundation and an art psychology course, and tirelessly explored other unfamiliar fields.She also joined the student club and is a member of the "Gold Medal Women's Four" in the Debating Association.In the debate arena, she is articulate and quick thinking. It is rare that she has a firm stand and a solid theory. She is the best way to stabilize the morale of the army... Logically, suitors began to appear around her, and they all liked her without exception. The clothes are simple, but generous and dignified, straightforward and unpretentious. However, none of these can change the current situation of her family's embarrassment. She still can only eat the cheapest one-yuan dish in the school cafeteria, with rice that costs two cents; she can still only use the simplest skin care products, wear clothes that cost thirty or fifty yuan a piece in small shops, buy Affordable daily necessities for supermarket sales; she wears a silver miniskirt every weekend to go to beer sales promotions, and she has memorized the performance of Haier washing machines during the home appliance exhibition; she draws pictures for galleries, imitating Vatican Gao, Monet's "Water Lilies", and then watch them become decorations in the homes of people who flaunt their taste... She is poor and mortal, so she knows that really good works of art do come from wholehearted creation, but that has to be done. It can only be done by feeding her, a common poor. She is a realistic person. Although she also has ideals, she always puts ideals after reality. She didn't expect that what Yang Qian likes is precisely her ideal but realistic tone. The first time Yang Qian praised her for this state of life was after she was invited to watch the graduation drama of this year’s drama major—because Mu Xin used Yang Qian’s library card to go to the Provincial University Library at the suggestion of her tutor. Borrowing a bunch of materials is considered a great debt to him, and he simply expressed his return by inviting him to a theater.Yang Qian gladly accepted the invitation, and patiently finished watching "The Lady Returns Home" for two hours. It is rare that he has not discussed the logical rules in the play with the usual thinking of his Master of Laws. He just talked very sincerely about the "human nature" in his understanding. ". At that time, Yang Qian was sitting in the freezing point room at the back entrance of the Academy of Art, feeling: "Let's not talk about the legal logic of sentencing, let's just talk about the story itself, isn't the heroine betrayed by a man? She can spend decades brewing revenge, how persistent! Do you think she had to love this man so much at the beginning, that she can only hate him like this when she gets old?" Mu Xin was speechless. "Hey, you said this woman is a Scorpio, right? If you have a grudge, you must avenge it, and you must pay every penny. And how humble and greedy are the people in that city, to agree to exchange a life for wealth?" Yang Qian frowned. Mei seriously thought about it, and after a while, she clapped her hands suddenly, "I understand, the reason why your school has to arrange this play is to promote advanced culture! Look at this, it's a record of the first wife's revenge! This The playwright is clearly telling people that being a mistress is not going to end well! Even if you snatch the man and force your first spouse to leave your hometown to be a pawn, you can never know when that first spouse will come back Killed your man and made you a widow!" "Pfft——" Mu Xin almost sprayed Yang Qian's face with the papaya milk tea he just drank. "By the way, what's the author's name?" Yang Qian ignored Mu Xin's sad expression, and just continued to think about this profound proposition, not forgetting to interact with Mu Xin. "Ahem, Dylan Matt." Mu Xin coughed and answered. "Yes, Dylan Matt, what a talent!" Yang Qian continued to sigh with emotion, "Having such a vision fifty years in advance and being able to find such an entry point, it can be seen that in any age, the third party is a social problem!" "I really admire you, Yang Qian," Mu Xin finally stopped coughing, took a sip of milk tea, and said sincerely, "It's hard for Zhong Xiaoxue to live with someone like you in the future... That girl looks like she really loves art. You are a caring person, as clean as a drop of pure water, how can your extremely out-of-the-ordinary style be worthy of others?" "Who said I want to live with her?" Yang Qian looked at Mu Xin puzzled, and finally temporarily let go of his in-depth thinking about the "little three". "Do you have a conscience for saying this?" Mu Xin was surprised, "Isn't that your girlfriend?" "Who said she is my girlfriend?" Yang Qian was even more puzzled, "How could I find this kind of girl as my girlfriend?" "Although it's really impolite for me to say this, after all, we don't know each other very well, but Yang Qian, I really think you don't know your blessings when you stand up for them." Mu Xin looked at Yang Qian with special contempt. "She's really not my girlfriend!" Yang Qian's expression became more and more tangled, "She is very beautiful and pure, but she is too idealistic, and she is completely incompatible with ordinary people like me. We study law and think about it. The most realistic things, ranging from small neighborhood disputes to national legislation, can't wait to be so trivial as to stick to words, and sometimes you have to find some loopholes in the law to get a living. She is different from me, she was born to live in that kind of A simple and clean place, wearing only pure cotton clothes and drinking plain water, doing noble things like volunteering and teaching, and doing some painting in our spare time... We are not the same kind of people at all.” Mu Xin was stunned, she didn't expect Yang Qian to say so much to herself. "I think it's good that you are like this," Yang Qian praised Mu Xin sincerely, "You see, you also have ideals, you like art, and you can be moved by art works, but you are quite realistic. You are standing on the ground Yes, it’s not standing in mid-air, which is really nice.” "Actually, I really hope that I am the kind of person who stands in the air." Mu Xin dismantled Yang Qian's stage more sincerely, "because that means that I have more food and clothing to a certain extent." "It doesn't matter where you stand, the important thing is that you must find someone who stands on the same plane as your partner, so that you can live a good life." Yang Qian concluded with a smile. After thinking about it, Mu Xin had to admit that she was persuaded by him. It was also from then on that Mu Xin got acquainted with this boy who looked like a little boy and spoke like an old urchin. It was probably also because of the change brought about by the opportunity of watching a play. Since then, although these two people have never appeared together in front of their mentors, their private exchanges have increased significantly—he took her to listen to the famous economist , a musician or a writer at a hard-to-find lecture at the provincial university, she rewarded him with a small pottery pot she made in the pottery class; he took her to see the English salon of the provincial university, and she rewarded him with a sculpture from the sculpture department He took her to see the student talent competition of the Provincial University, and she rewarded him as a "friend" by asking him to accompany her to the New Year's Ball in a bar reserved by the Department of Design... The communication on campus is simple, but Mu Xin is not an idiot, in such a gentle and witty exchange, she can't help but think, what is it that they go in and out together so often? She thought of Zhong Xiaoxue countless times—the girl who only met once but left a deep impression on her, did she think she also had no feelings for Yang Qian?Did she know that the boy who came in and out of her house as if he was his own was now getting close with another girl? But there are some things, if the other party doesn't say anything, she is happy to pretend that they don't exist.After all, everyone is already twenty-four or five years old. In a small city like her hometown, where children can play soy sauce, how can there be any romantic feelings to speculate about a vague relationship?Besides, even if some feelings really exist, her heart is no longer a spotless jade, which can be carved by the other party.If life is like a song, then this song of hers has also been ethereal and heartbreaking.The greatest wealth that age can give a person is to be more mature, rational, and tolerant on the road of emotion—of course, this may also be the greatest deprivation of age to a person. But no matter what, Mu Xin still enjoys this kind of contact: people like Yang Qian are handsome, smart enough, and humorous, and especially like to tell jokes with a righteous expression, so that people who talk with them are always in a happy mood. It's like he invited her to watch his game: "You have to come, there are too few beauties in the law school, so it's good to get some foreign aid to be a cheerleader." "What game? Basketball? Football?" Based on her understanding of the sports advantages of the Provincial University, Mu Xin guessed inertially. "Table tennis," Yang Qian said calmly, "Of course my badminton level is relatively high." "It's all small balls?" Mu Xin was surprised, and looked up at Yang Qian's head, "You have to play basketball at your height, so it's not a waste, right?" "I'm only interested in ball games that can arouse patriotic enthusiasm." Yang Qian was serious, and Mu Xin couldn't help but spit again. So that weekend Mu Xin appeared in the Provincial University Gymnasium. It's just that I didn't expect to lead to a small episode - the reason is that there is a little girl in the headquarters of the law school who has been secretly in love with Yang Qian, and she is also in the team for this competition. A beautiful girl came, and the little girl's small universe finally exploded! After Yang Qian came on stage, Mu Xin found a little girl sitting next to him. Seeing that Mu Xin also noticed him, the little girl cut to the chase: "Sister, are you brother's girlfriend?" Mu Xin stroked his forehead, and sighed in his heart that Yang Qian, a dead child, has caused some romantic debts, so it is unreliable to say that he is handsome, and he puts some unfinished buildings there, so that people don't know whether to tear them down or not. Do not dismantle. But he didn't know how Yang Qian explained to the little girl, so Mu Xin talked about him: "Are you his junior sister?" "Yes, I am a senior this year, and I have just been admitted to Dean Xu's graduate school, oh, I am the mentor of the senior brother," the little girl smiled triumphantly, "It can be regarded as his fellow apprentice!" "It's amazing." Mu Xin admired sincerely. The little girl frowned: "Sister, how old are you, how do you speak and look like my mother and my aunt?" Mu Xin was suddenly choked up and didn't come up. "Sister, are you brother's girlfriend or not?" The little girl went on and on, "I also had a sister who came to see him play last time, but she never came again." Zhong Xiaoxue?Mu Xin subconsciously thought of this girl. "Sister, talk!" the little girl was still urging. Mu Xin suddenly started to tease her, so she nodded with a smile: "Yeah, you're curious?" "Really?" The expectation and smile on the little girl's face froze, and it took a few seconds before she continued to attack, "What do you like about senior brother?" "I like what you like," Mu Xin spread her hands, "I might like what you don't like." "I like that he is handsome, kind, very enthusiastic, and humorous," the little girl gritted her teeth in confusion, "There is nothing I don't like about him. But listening to what you mean, sister, you must have discovered something that you think others Shouldn't like it, and you've been putting up with it, haven't you?" Those who study law are indeed elites...Mu Xin lamented in his heart: The opponent's logic is too strong, and I can't handle it as the first defense, so I should invite the most witty and flexible second defense. Thinking about it, Mu Xin still decided that since he wanted to be immoral, he would simply be immoral. He opened the mineral water bottle and took a sip of water, and then replied seriously: "I didn't lie to you. You see, you definitely don't know that your senior brother is the least He likes to wash socks, and if it’s not too hot in summer, he doesn’t like to take a bath. He stays on the computer until late at night, disturbing other people’s rest. When I was in the dormitory, the undershirt I was wearing was worn from the front to the reverse, and I washed it when I couldn’t wear it..." "Cough cough", suddenly there was a few coughs, the two turned their heads, and they saw Yang Qian standing not far behind Mu Xin with a displeased face, but there was a handrail blocking the entrance, no wonder the two of them chatted so much just now He was so hot that he didn't realize that someone was eavesdropping behind him - thinking of this, Mu Xin's face turned red all of a sudden, thinking that it was rare for him to start playing, so why did people catch him? "Junior sister, sit inside." Yang Qian instructed his junior sister to move a seat inside, and then pushed Mu Xin, "Move, let me sit for a while, I have been standing here for a long time." Mu Xin blushed and moved inside, while paying attention to the little girl beside her who was both excited and depressed from the corner of her eye. Just as she was about to speak, she felt the mineral water bottle in her hand being taken away. She turned her head and saw Yang Qian not caring. Open the cap of the water bottle and drink it with your head up. Mu Xin gritted his teeth. Seeing her eyes glued to the mineral water bottle, Yang Qian suddenly smiled, and then whispered in Mu Xin's ear: "You even dare to make arrangements for me to surf the Internet at night and don't want to take a bath, so you ruin my marriage? In return, Is it okay for me to drink the water in your bottle?" Mu Xin gritted her teeth a few more times, suddenly smiled, turned around and looked at the little girl with a pleasant smile, and whispered in her ear, "Junior sister, I was joking with you just now, don't mind. Actually, I am His cousin, just came here last September to study as a graduate student, so it’s the first time to come to your school to play. The girl you just mentioned is my brother’s ex-girlfriend, and they broke up long ago. My brother has a lot of shortcomings There are many, I’ve known him for so many years and I’m too lazy to list them, if you don’t dislike him, be brave, and I’ll help you connect, how about it?” "Really?" Sparks burst out in the little girl's eyes in an instant, and her expression quickly rose from the hatred of class enemies to the spring-like warmth when she looked at comrades. "Sister, is what you said true?" "You're a puppy," Mu Xin Zheng nodded, and simply moved closer and bit his ear, "My brother is going to the tutor's house tomorrow afternoon to talk about the opening report, and you can go there sometime, so we can meet up? Let him treat you to dinner later and send you back..." On one side, Yang Qian watched the two girls chattering beside him, but couldn't hear what they were saying at all. He could only see his junior sister's expression getting more and more joyful, while Mu Xin's expression was getting more and more unhappy. with good intentions... Of course, the later result was that Yang Qian didn't understand what the two of them were plotting until after the game ended. After sending Mu Xin back to school, Yang Qian looked at the inseparable pair of mandarin ducks downstairs in the girl's apartment, and learned from it. He also got some kind of inspiration, and tried to use strong methods to extract a confession, but Mu Xin was too cunning, and before he could finish saying goodbye, he slipped into the building like a loach, making Yang Qian's teeth itch with hatred. But Mu Xin didn't even think about it until the next day, she also received a notice from her tutor: Come home early in the evening, the class paper I wrote last time was not bad, revise it and submit it to the journal, try my luck. Mu Xin didn't know if he would bump into Yang Qian and his junior junior sister, so he had to estimate the time when they might leave and wandered to the mentor's house, but when he opened the door, he saw Yang Qian's half-smile, and Mu Xin couldn't bear it. He blurted out: "Where's your junior sister?" "I knew it was you who made it bad, and it took me a lot of time to explain it clearly." This time, Yang Qian gritted his teeth, and then answered her with an air of "you just can't do anything with me", "This is because she bumped into it on her own. The one who came to the door is being held in the study by the instructor for training, and he dares to mix water in his graduation thesis, so he deserves to be scolded!" "Why are you so wicked!" Mu Xin changed his shoes and entered the room, looking around, "Where is my mentor?" "I went out to buy groceries and haven't come back yet, so I'll let you wait here for a while. I'll have dinner with you after I finish my thesis later, and I'll stay and eat together," Yang Qian curled his lips, "On wickedness, how can I talk to you?" Biah! You even lie to people that you are my cousin, and you want to help them lead the red line... Children are the most innocent, and I can get everything out of me with just a few words." "Stop being a lawyer and become a policeman instead," Mu Xin said angrily, "A boy with a handsome face is best suited for interrogating female suspects." "You—" Yang Qian was so angry that he wanted to reply, but he didn't think about what to say.I just heard Mu Xinwu muttering to himself: "I don't know what kind of eyes the little girl looks like, she can fall in love with you..." She was stopped before she finished speaking——Mu Xin was stunned the moment Yang Qian kissed her, and felt something soft and hot touched her lips.She subconsciously raised her hand to slap Yang Qian, but she saw him shrink back quickly, smacking his lips while looking around vigilantly, then quickly flashed into the bathroom, and locked it with a "click", until Mu Xin ten minutes later When the instructor came home, he didn't even come out of the bathroom! Mu Xin's seven orifices produce smoke! So the atmosphere at the dinner table that night was very weird - Mu Xin kept trying to kill Yang Qian with his eyes, but Yang Qian kept chatting and laughing with his mentors and didn't even look at her.She wanted to kick him, but she was afraid that she would kick someone else by mistake.After finally waiting for the perfect opportunity for the chopsticks to fall to the ground, Mu Xin went under the table to pick up the chopsticks, aimed at Yang Qian's leg, and pinched it hard! At that moment, Mu Xin wanted to pour all her strength into her fingertips. She could feel Yang Qian's muscles tense instantly. It must be very painful, but she had to hold back and not make a sound.A few seconds later, Mu Xin finally felt a little happy. Just as she was about to leave, her hand was suddenly grabbed by Yang Qian's right hand that had quietly stretched out under the table at some point, so tight that she couldn't break free! Mu Xin was in a hurry, wishing she could lift the table, but she didn't dare, and she heard the instructor shouting: "Mu Xin, have you found the chopsticks?" Mu Xin panicked, opened her mouth and bit it, took advantage of the moment Yang Qian withdrew his hand, quickly got up and retreated, and unfortunately hit his head on the dining table... At that moment, clutching her injured forehead, looking at the surprised expressions of the tutor and the couple and Yang Qian's excited expression of holding back his laughter, Mu Xin really felt that there would never be a more sad and indignant opportunity in life than this moment ... The days that followed passed in a fight like this. But since there are some things that Yang Qian doesn't point out, Mu Xin doesn't bother to recall them - she always thinks that whoever speaks first will lose.Since Yang Qian seemed to be just playing a prank, she could treat it as a prank. Anyway, she has always been very tolerant of such immature children.She even thought that physical age and mental age were really two different things. For example, people like Yang Qian, whose physical age was one year older than her, were obviously underage in mental age. 她只是乐得把杨谦当做一个能说得上话且还算能玩到一起去的玩伴——周末跟着他们班去郊游，上了新电影蹭张他们学生会的招待券一起搭伴去看，寝室搬家叫他来当搬运工，拿到薪水后请他吃校门口某小店美名远扬的水煮肉片……穆忻不觉得这是在谈恋爱，但她不能否认，在她需要帮助的时候，她会想起他，而他也从没有拒绝过。“发乎情，止乎礼”，不知道他俩算不算？ 本来穆忻一度以为时间就要这样过去了——大家都寂寞，凑在一起打发时间，是很好的朋友，待到毕业时四散奔逃，去找个合适的工作、合适的伴侣，在合适的城市里分头过自己的生活，若干年后因为偶然的契机而聚首，还可以微笑着说句“好久不见”……本来，她的确以为，可以如此。 但计划赶不上变化快。 杨谦在研三那年的春天参加了省委组织部面向应届大学毕业生招考的选调生考试，顺利考取公安系统选调生。一个月后趁着选调生的政审还没开始，他又报考了省直机关面向社会招考的公务员考试，考取了省人大信访处。于是，在这春暖花开、人心躁动的时刻，杨谦开始了他纠结的抉择。 他恨不得一天三遍骚扰穆忻：“你说，我是去当警察，还是去干信访？” 穆忻那时候压根不知道什么是“信访”，只觉得他又是打电话又是亲自跑来骚扰而且还总是围着这同一个话题绕很让人烦，便敷衍他：“都好，都很好。” “怎么个好法？”杨谦是真心讨教。 “警察很好，警服很帅；信访……信访是干什么的？”穆忻蹙着眉头琢磨一下，“不过人大听起来也不错，政治书上说了，那是我国最高权力机关。” “政治书靠谱吗？”杨谦嗤之以鼻，“信访就是处理老百姓的冤情的，不过没有执法权，也就协调协调，最后还是得移交给原单位处理，或者交给纪委、检察院什么的。所以能干的不过就是天天听来上访的百姓讲自己的苦大仇深呗。” “挺高尚，”穆忻从精神层面定调子，“跟警察叔叔一样高尚。” “警察也不是你想的那样，”杨谦摇摇头，“选调生知道是干什么的吗？是要下基层的！就是说虽然看上去组织考试的是省委组织部、招录我的是省公安厅、跟我签就业协议的是市委组织部，但其实我的组织关系、工资关系都在基层公安分局。运气好点能被分到市区各分局，运气不好的话就只能去咱G市下属龙园县那种贫困地方，运气再不好的话，甚至可能被分到龙园县下面哪个贫困潦倒的派出所里，包个村当片儿警……” “这么惨？”穆忻倒抽一口冷气，“研究生也会被分到那么偏远的地方当片儿警？” “开始时我也不知道，”杨谦叹口气，“是考前去求教了几个师兄才知道。当然这事儿也看个人，我有个师兄在基层干满三年后就考回了省直机关，后来又参加选拔考试，现在都已经是D市的国土局副局长了。还有个师兄是被借调在市委组织部帮忙，后来就留那儿了，刚好在干部一处管着选调生这摊子事儿。不过也有几个师兄师姐去了基层后就一直留在那儿，要么考试落榜，要么自己压根也不想考了，一辈子就那样了吧，小富即安。” “听着有点绕，”穆忻对这种陌生而严密的政治体系向来不敏感，只是凭本能提问，“可是你考前都知道了怎么还去考？又不是那种一旦考上就觉得特别体面的岗位。” “什么算体面？”杨谦看她一眼，“你不知道如今的就业形势？理工大学要招三十个硕士毕业生当辅导员，结果来了三千个报名的！对应届毕业生来说，每个机会都是撞大运，就恨不得把所有机会都撞一圈，最好能全都撞上，然后自己再慢慢挑。也不知道怎么了，今年省检察院只要秘书和财务职位，高院招司法警察招得倒不少，审判辅助职位都留给有基层工作经验的人了，应届生没法考。我这不走投无路才考的省人大和公安选调吗？当然能考的职位也不少，可是咱没后台，谁知道会不会被潜规则……想来想去还是报考那种不是特别热门，而且招录人数多的岗位比较稳妥。” “人大招的多？” “招两个……你别用那种眼神看我，等你考的时候就知道，两个就不算少了，比只招一个的岗位强，”杨谦叹口气，“按说都考上了挺高兴的，可真到了要选择的时候，一样的为难。” “那是因为两条路看上去都不完美，但归根到底却都还算不错，”穆忻一针见血，“你无论走哪条都有后悔的可能，你怕自己将来会后悔，所以才犹豫不决。” 杨谦看穆忻一眼，他承认，她说的对。 可是他能不犹豫吗？他也是寻常人家的儿女，哪怕再优秀也难有一步登天的机遇，他和众多像他一样的毕业生们所期待的，也无非只是在未来避无可避的一场场激烈竞争后自己能够有幸脱颖而出。事实上，他们并不畏惧竞争是否激烈，他们只在乎自己是否能取得公平竞争的机会。 当然，到最后，杨谦终于还是做出了抉择——权衡再三，他放弃了看上去更优越一点的省直机关公务员机会，选择去公安系统做一名基层民警。个中缘由外人或许看不透，但杨谦讲过一次之后穆忻就悟了：省人大虽然是“看上去很美”的省直机关，但只要一脚踏进“省级”这个门，能够再选择的机会就少了。倒不如做个基层选调生，在基层服务满三年后可以参加省委组织部的统一考试，重新选择方向。到那时，因为有了三年基层工作经历，杨谦不仅可以报考省人大、省纪委或是其它什么需要法律人才的单位，还可以报考他心仪已久的高级人民法院或是省检察院。 “目光要放长远。”杨谦总结陈词。 穆忻点头，表示赞同，但她心里想的是：以杨谦那种气质，穿上警服一定很好看。 只不过穆忻没想到，别说穿警服的杨谦，就是想见穿便装的杨谦一面都那么难——七月参加完杨谦的毕业典礼后，再见他时竟然就到了第二年的二月。 中间长达七个多月的时间里，据杨谦的短信汇报，他仅在公安厅培训基地参加初任培训就耗时四个月，随后去G市公安局秀山区分局报到，被分配在刑警大队二中队。刚跟新同事们见完面就遇上了大案子，不仅没空来看穆忻，就连过年都没回家，而是蹲守在案发附近的村子里没日没夜地摸排：就像电视里演的一样，挨家挨户问“某年某月某时见过可疑车辆吗”、“村里有没有陌生人进出”、“村里那口废井多久没用了”…… 用杨谦的话来说，现实生活中的摸底排队，不是艺术作品里灵光一现的精彩悬念，而只能算是骤然新奇后的无限枯燥。穆忻理解这说法，但同样也能感受到杨谦字里行间的那些激动——毕竟，对于普通地方院校的毕业生来说，警营，那不止是个完全陌生的环境，还是自小具有英雄情结的男孩子们幻想过无数次但未必有机会靠近的地方。她能理解他的投入，自然也能体谅他的忙碌。 甚至于，受杨谦的怂恿，穆忻毕业那年也参加了省委组织部与省公安厅联合招考的基层选调生考试。而且她也没想到——一个月后笔试成绩公布，她居然力挫群雄杀入面试；再过一个月，居然又通过了面试，金榜题名！ 对于这个匪夷所思的成绩，穆忻只觉啼笑皆非。 因为到这时，她反而退缩了。 那是周末，难得杨谦有空，风尘仆仆地从偏远的秀山赶回到市区，专程请穆忻吃水煮鱼以示庆祝——只不过见面第一眼就被嫌弃了。 “警服呢？”穆忻坐在饭桌前翘首以盼，好不容易盼到杨谦进门落座，一看他那身普普通通的夹克就好生失望。 “没发呢，最快也得等到秋天吧？那时候我才转正，”杨谦奔波几十里路，仰头先灌下一杯水才顺过气儿来，“再说发了也没什么用，刑警穿警服的机会少，那就是个摆设。” “不会吧……”穆忻嘟囔，“我还想看看你穿警服什么样子呢。” “还不都那样儿？”杨谦指指窗外不远处的马路对面，张望一下，“那旁边不就是警察学院？门口站岗的都穿警服，看身高跟我差不多吧。” 那能一样吗——穆忻瞪他一眼，想说这几个字可到底还是咽下去。 杨谦好像丝毫没有察觉到穆忻的怨念，还挺兴奋地一边吃饭一边拿勺子当话筒“采访”她：“这位同学，请问此时此刻你有什么感想？” 穆忻转转眼珠，很认真地答：“感想吗？我觉得所有考试都是有规律可循的，就像所有学习都有方法可言一样——与其死记硬背，不如活学活用。” 灯光下，她的眼神亮晶晶的，鼻尖上一颗细密的汗珠，衬着满桌子红彤彤的菜肴，好像整个人都被笼罩在雾气里，越是不分明，越让人想要触摸。 杨谦一下子就被这种感觉震住了。他略微失神几秒钟，直到她纳闷地盯着他看，他才回过神来，不满意道：“没让你谈考试心得。我是说你对这份工作的感想，你不觉得很高兴吗？我们都留在这个城市，还能互相照应。你说你一个女孩子，天天惦记事业、前途、专业、理想，不累吗……” “可是如果没有了这些，之前过去的这些年，我们都还在忙个什么劲？”穆忻的表情很茫然，“其实直到现在，我也不是不犹豫的。毕竟那是一个太陌生的工作环境，所要从事的工作是我完全没有接触过，甚至无法想象的那一种。虽然我也知道女孩子找个稳定闲适的工作就很好，可我们读了十九年书，难道就只是为了喝茶水、看报纸，虚耗生命？我们比普通本科生还多读了三年大学，这三年每天做的事情就是往更深入的地方学习我们的专业，如果真的要抛下这些，那倒不如三年前就考公务员，还考研干什么呢？” 杨谦翻个白眼：“你倒是够有理想、有追求的。” “当初可是你说的，说一旦考上了就要到农村去，到基层去，到祖国最需要的地方去，”穆忻瞥他一眼，“我一个学艺术的，一旦去了农村、基层，我能干什么？画宣传板报，还是扭秧歌、唱大戏？” “其实你这种想法也挺有代表性，”杨谦想一想，摆出一副循循善诱的架势，“可是什么叫'对口'呢？学会计的对口财务工作，学中文的对口文字传媒，学心理学的对口心理诊所，学数理化的对口研究机构、大型企业、跨国公司……可真要调查起来，有几个人的工作岗位是和大学时代的专业方向吻合的？大学学的是素养，是思考问题的方法，而未必是谋生手段。” “话是这么说，可是生活毕竟是很现实的，”穆忻皱眉头，“你也说过你在试用期的薪水不高，因为工资关系归地方，穷地方就是工资少。可是我没想到那么少，居然每月只有一千五，而且你还说根本不像外界说的有什么灰色收入……” “一千五毕竟是试用期工资，转正之后就增加到两千了。再说明年基层民警的工资关系要收回到市局，到那时候就是市财政发工资了，肯定是要大涨一下的，毕竟G市不穷，穷的只是我们秀山区而已。其实真要说起来，公安的工资性收入比同级别其他单位的公务员还是要高一点的。至于灰色收入的确跟咱小菜鸟没什么关系，可公务员毕竟是旱涝保收，虽然人家吃肉的时候我们只能吃馒头，可是人家吃糠的时候我们还是能吃馒头啊！再说福利这种事儿，能只拿账面儿上那点钱衡量吗？分房子不是钱？公费医疗不是钱？”杨谦终于叹口气，“穆忻，你看看将来，别只看眼前这点工资，行吗？” 穆忻没说话，只是看着他笑一笑，转身从包里掏出一张纸，递给杨谦。杨谦接到手里，一看更愣住了。 那是一封录用函。一间位于F城的广告公司于三天前寄来，希望穆忻能在拿到毕业证之后尽快报到。 杨谦过了好一会儿才回过神来，有点思维混乱地想要再说服她：“这间公司在F城？你也没去过那儿吧？那么远的地方，你一个女孩子，举目无亲，生病了都没有人照顾。要是留在这儿，有同学、朋友，当然还有我……” “谢谢你，杨谦，可是我和你是不一样的，”穆忻静静地说，“你父母都有退休工资，养老不成问题。我父亲过世了，母亲下岗了，家里欠着债，需要我去还。对我而言，有份工作，薪水不错，再租个房子，把我妈接过去，以后只要我俩相依为命，他乡也是故乡了。运气好的话嫁个好男人，一起过日子，对一个女人来说，不过就是那么回事儿。” “我也是好人啊！咱也能一起过日子啊！”杨谦急了，终于忍不住想要捅破点什么了，“我知道这间公司，挺有名气，工资也高，可以想象得到工作压力一定太大，你说你一个女孩子，为什么不对自己好一点？又不是没机会。” 可穆忻只是摇摇头，淡然地笑了：“你当然是好人。我也不是不想过安稳舒服的日子，所以我也在犹豫。从俗一点的念头来说，公务员是既得利益阶层，社会地位可以带来直接的生活便利，恐怕这也是很多人就算混，也要来打这一竿子枣的原因。可是，这么年轻就去做这么没出息的职业，天天过着一成不变的生活，没有冲劲、没有挑战，只是把自己熬得暮色四合的，有意思吗？” 杨谦深深地叹口气，过很久才说：“穆忻，我知道你说的这些，是很多人心里想的。可我还是觉得，许多事，不走近了，未必能判断得客观。别的都不说，就说这身警服吧，如果穿这身衣服的人都是尸位素餐，那么今天的你我，未必有机会在饭店里安安稳稳地吃一餐饭。” 他这话说完，穆忻有些怔住了。 貌似这句话一点错都没有……可是为什么看着他的眼睛，她心里突然变得很乱？ 而杨谦，在那一瞬，看着穆忻的眼睛，也第一次觉得，这世上有一件事、有一个人，是真正令他无力的。而这种挫败感，在他之前二十六年的人生里，从未体验过。 所以，后来的后来，杨谦就一直都很苦恼。他试图通过短信、电话、QQ等一系列方式向穆忻表达自己“双宿双飞”的愿望，但得到的回应不是转移话题就是装傻充愣。直到穆忻在毕业答辩后、毕业典礼前趁着闲来无事直接跑回一百多公里外的家乡陪伴寡居的母亲，而杨谦的案子也恰好告一段落，他丝毫没有犹豫，当即买了车票直奔穆家。 穆忻在开门的刹那几乎傻了，直到杨谦把她拨拉到一边，自己拎着两个大袋子进了屋，她才难以置信地看着他问：“你怎么来了？” “旅游呗，我还没来过你们这儿呢，”杨谦笑呵呵地把袋子递给穆忻，“拿着，我还给你带了点秀山土特产，绝对是无公害的核桃、板栗、无花果，还有扁豆。” 穆忻被品种多样的农产品惊得越发混乱了，过一会儿才想起来问：“你怎么知道我们家地址的？” “你不看我干什么的？全国公安是一家，查个把人还不容易，”杨谦得意地笑一笑，才想起来问，“你妈在家吗？” “你说呢？”穆忻一边回答一边扭头看着不远处厨房门口穆妈妈那一脸惊讶的表情，忍不住叹口气。杨谦随着她的目光转过头去，在看见穆妈妈的瞬间就下意识地迸发出那种疑似毛脚女婿的憨厚笑容——只这一笑，穆妈妈当场便被征服！ 对于这个结果，穆忻很无语。 意料中的，穆妈妈那一整天都喜笑颜开——这小伙子得有一米八吧？你看白白净净、眉清目秀的，笑起来的样子多好看！看他那眼神吧，转悠转悠地就往穆忻身上跑，偏偏她家这个傻闺女还无动于衷地问人家：“你要来玩几天？住哪里？” 穆妈妈真是气恼：她家的大姑娘都二十六了，怎么就能这么不紧不慢的连个男朋友都不找？要不是有这么好看的一个小伙子千里迢迢跑到C市来，她都不知道要去哪里给女儿找个对象。哎哟，这小伙子真是越看越让人欢喜！ 结果这一高兴，穆妈妈就干脆置穆忻的反对于不顾，索性留杨谦住在了家里——也多亏他住下，穆妈妈这才在晚上聊天时得知穆忻居然已经通过了人民警察招录考试的层层关卡，眼见着就要去报到了，可她偏偏还不想去？ 穆妈妈愣了，她似乎很难消化这个事实——在她心里，警察就是穿警服的，是代表着权力与安全的，也是代表着铁饭碗的。 穆妈妈愁眉苦脸：“妮儿你为什么不去？多好的工作，别人求都求不来……” 穆忻叹口气，也没法再避讳杨谦，只能低声道：“妈，杨谦告诉你基层工资有多少了吗？一千五啊！以咱家这个情况，除非卖了这间实在不怎么值钱的房子，不然咱家欠的债什么时候能还上？” 穆妈妈愣了。 杨谦也呆呆地看着穆忻，想说什么，却被她打断。 穆昕叹口气：“妈，大舅二舅他们也不容易，舅妈逼得紧，他们又不好意思开口让咱还钱，两面为难。可是卖了房子，你住哪儿？我也知道大学毕业生进公司后打拼得不容易，可是录取我这家公司还是很不错的，薪水和口碑都有目共睹……” 穆妈妈终于噙了满眼的泪花，她不知道该怎么说自己这实在是太懂事的女儿。直到过了很久，她才哽咽着说：“妮儿，其实所有当妈的，都希望自己的闺女过得省心点儿……妈没本事，这个负担，本来不应该是你的……” 穆忻鼻子一酸，使劲眨眼，才把眼泪逼回去。 她笑一笑，看看杨谦，再看看自己的妈妈，努力做出轻松的语调：“你们干吗都这么沉重？我学以致用不好吗？如果转行，这七年的书岂不是白读了？” 看杨谦想说话，她比划个“停”的手势，笑着看杨谦：“好了，我知道你又要说我绕回去了。是，我就是不舍得念了七年的专业，就是不想转行，就是没勇气挑战乏味刻板的生活，就是想多赚点钱，这些理由加在一起，够不够？” 可是向来贫惯了的杨谦一点都没笑，反而是从未有过的严肃与坚定。 她没想到他接下来居然说出这样的一句话。 他的目光如此认真，他的语气如此沉稳，他说：“穆忻，我来，就是想跟你说，这些都不是问题。再苦的日子，还有我。” 穆忻愣住了。 她怔怔地看着面前的杨谦，听他用史无前例的严肃语气表白：“我是认真的。这几天我翻来覆去地想过了，你说的没错，干了公务员就要扔下学了七年的专业，迎接你的还是个你完全无法想象的工作状态。但你有没有想过，你现在有冲劲、有自由，可将来呢，你会结婚、会生孩子，作为一个女性，在职场当中有多大压力不用我多说。我高中同学就有去外企后因为生育被架空职位或是连降三级的。当然我也不是说人家那样就不好，毕竟每个人对生活的追求不同，我只是觉得你这样的情况，如果有个稳定职业，再有一份美术特长，等一切都稳定下来之后，就算公务员不准搞三产，可也耽误不了你画画赚外快。你觉得我太俗是吧？那我再说点更俗的——谁都知道F城太远，对你而言举目无亲。一旦遇到点事情，你去找谁？谁能帮你？眼前薪水再少，基层再乏味，可还有我。我想跟你在一块儿，挣钱虽然少点，但凡事有商有量。而且这里有同学、有朋友，遇见任何困难，你知道总有人能伸出援手。这些确实俗，可过日子本来就是俗到不能再俗的一件事。” 他略顿一下，继续道：“至于钱的问题，你也不用太费心。我家虽不是什么大富大贵的人家，但我爸妈都有退休工资，不需要我养。房子、车子我现在都没有，因为我没打算在基层呆一辈子。如果将来能考回省直机关，总要在市区里买房子吧？至于工资，转正以后肯定能多一些，咱俩一个月也能赚五千吧？生活消费用不了多少，就算一个月攒三千块钱，一年也接近四万……” 后来，穆忻就一直记得那个晚上——盛夏夜晚依然炎热的风里，杨谦就这么一点点地、认真而又虔诚地细