moonlight lure

Everyone told him: "Then be careful on the road."

"be careful!"

"Slow down on the road!"

Song Shiwei lowered her eyes and looked at the pulp in the pineapple juice in front of her, with unpredictable emotions in her cold black eyes.

Everyone at the table quickly found a new topic. In the heat of the moment, the phone next to her cup vibrated, and it was his message: [The car keys are at the front desk. I drank, so you can drive back. ]

A few seconds later, he sent another message: "It may be a little late to finish today. I will go find you tomorrow morning." ]

She was still a little angry and deliberately didn't reply to him. After sitting for a while, she made an excuse to leave the restaurant, got the keys and found his car. When she stepped into the driver's seat, she saw a black square book on the corner of the car seat. She frowned and looked at it carefully. It was His police badge.

She picked it up and shook it in her hand. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to send it to him. On the one hand, it was because he would need this thing if he was going on a mission later, and on the other hand, it was her own selfishness. She wanted to talk to him about what happened just now.

She left him a message and started the car on the road. When she arrived at the city bureau downstairs, she got off the car and walked to the bus stop on the roadside. She sat on a bench and looked up quietly at the only bright floor of the office building across the road. After a while, she lowered her face and opened the certificate in her hand. .

It was already late September, the old street lamps were dim, the evening breeze was cool and pleasant, carrying the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus on the roadside, which inexplicably calmed people's minds and made time seem to slow down.

This was the first time Song Shiwei saw his police card.

The first thing that caught her eye was his ID photo, with white background and black uniform. She had obviously seen this outfit more than once, but seeing the photo of him sitting upright still felt fresh.

She studied him carefully for a long time, secretly satisfied with her taste.

No matter how angry she is, she has to admit that her boyfriend is really handsome, especially when he is wearing a police uniform and has an expressionless face. His eyebrows are cold and his temperament is fierce. Just looking at this face can make people feel at ease. Capital.

She felt a little refreshed and looked down.

[Name: Ji Yanchen]

[Sex: Male]

[Blood type: O]

Song Shiwei curled her lower lip indifferently. She also had type O blood.

Rounding things off, there is one more reason why they are the same type of people.

[Date of birth: January 1997, 1]

She squinted and thought to herself, it turned out that Captain Ji was a Capricorn.

No wonder he is so sinister, one person in front of others and another in hindsight, he has two faces, and he is very vindictive, huh.

[Police number: JY1818]

Song Shiwei's eyes froze slightly, and her heart began to beat quietly, unprepared for such a romantic coincidence.

She took a breath, and just when she was about to close his ID, an inch photo suddenly fell out of the mezzanine and landed at her feet.

She bent over and lowered her head to pick it up, but when she saw the person in the photo, she froze instantly.

The girl in the photo looks about sixteen or seventeen years old. Her cold facial features are the same as now, but her cheeks have a little more baby fat.

She was wearing a white shirt and a plaid bow tie, her long dark hair lay softly behind her ears, her eyes were dark and bright, and the smile on her lips was polite and distant.

Song Shiwei looked at the person in the photo in disbelief, her black eyes were shocked and horrified, and there was a blank noise in her ears that lasted for half a minute. When the fragments in her head were pouring into her head and her temples were beating hard, finally, in front of her, Someone slowly walked toward her step by step, and then squatted down on one knee.

She stared at the photo with bated breath. His leather boots, trousers, and fingers appeared in her peripheral vision. She wiped her fingertips and picked up the inch photo.

"I like both dresses, Prosecutor Song."

Song Shiwei slowly raised her face, her dark eyes blurry and unclear.

Shocked, moved, disturbed, happy, confused, all of these are present, but none of them seem right.

All the emotions seemed to be wrapped in a layer of fog. She could see them all, but she temporarily lost her senses. She stared blankly at the person in front of her, not knowing how to face him for a moment.

Ji Yanchen looked at her quietly for a while, then sat down on the other side of the bench.

There was about a person's distance between them, and they could reach out and touch each other, but neither one made a move.

They sat in silence in the night. His face was calm, but the subtle fluctuations in his eyes still vaguely revealed his uneasiness about her reaction.

But at this moment, Song Shiwei had no time to care about anything else. She was in a mess. Too many questions came to her mind and stuck in her throat. She didn't know where to start. After a long time, she softly broke the silence: "You Has the work been taken care of?” ˜ ˜ ˜ Starting with such an irrelevant question seemed to be beyond the expectations of both of them.

Ji Yanchen glanced at her and replied quietly: "It has been changed to Monday."

She asked again: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I feel fine."

After a moment's pause, he whispered, "There is something in my heart."

She asked about the wine he had just had at dinner, and what he answered was her unclear attitude at the moment.

Song Shiwei pursed her lips secretly, and after a long while, her voice was very low: "Where did this photo come from?"

He answered quietly: "I stole it from your class teacher's desk in your transfer file."

She was not surprised: "I heard that someone else took the blame for you?"

He said calmly: "At that time, only your squad leader and I were suspected of committing the crime. I had no contact with you, and the teacher never suspected me at all."

She slowly pulled her lower lip, and after a moment, she asked softly: "Why?"

Ji Yanchen calmly asked, "Why do I like you, or why did you just say it now?"

She looked at his side face: "Why do you say it now?"

Instead of saying it when pursuing her?

"I don't want to put pressure on you, and I don't want your judgment to be affected by these nine years."

He said slowly, "I hope you want to be with me because you like me, not out of emotion or other reasons."

Song Shiwei had a complicated expression and put away her eyes, leaning on the advertising box and slowly sitting up straight: "When did it start?"

"A few days after you transferred here, I went to your class to find someone to play ball with. That was the first time I met you."

"Did we talk?"

"No."

"How many times have you seen me?"

"Many times."

Every day at that time, he would pass by her class many times pretending to be casual. Whenever she looked up from her notebook, she would easily find him looking at her.

During the silence, she asked again: "Why?"

Why would he like a stranger whom he has never spoken to? And why have you persisted in liking this person for nine years?

It wasn't that she didn't believe him, it was just that she couldn't believe the matter itself.

Ji Yanchen was silent for a moment and said slowly: "To be honest, I don't know why my heart moved at first."

It was the first time in his life that he fell in love with someone, and he couldn't explain the reason. He didn't even see her face clearly at the first sight, so it was not enough to say that he was motivated by lust.

"I couldn't figure out the reason, and I didn't know how to control it. At that time, I just wanted to see you every day and stand by your side, but I felt that I was too bad and not worthy of being with you."

He laughed at himself and pulled the end of his lower lip, "I hope I can confess to you when I get better, but I missed it."

Song Shiwei vaguely remembered that his sister said that he had given up on himself, and then suddenly and inexplicably cheered up one day.