I have special communication skills

Chapter 1
When Jing Chu received the call from his mother, he had just been writing the case report and stayed up for several nights in a row. All the members of the team went home to catch up on sleep. Jing Chu was the only one left in the criminal police brigade's office.

"The little girl is just going to be in her third year of high school this year, and she became an orphan before she was an adult," his mother sighed repeatedly. "It happens to be in the same city as you. Since you don't want to come back, you can take care of her by the way."

Jing Chu didn't care about it, but since he was the daughter of his mother's old friend, he didn't mind taking care of her: "Okay, give me the address."

"Help me a lot. The little girl has no father or mother, so she doesn't know how to be bullied. If the family is in trouble, you can help." His mother urged, "Also, don't scare her."

Jing Chu pinched the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile: "I know." He is not tall or thick, and I don't know why the girls in the team are trembling when they see him, it's really a fuss.

According to his mother's entrustment, after Jing Chu finished writing the case report, he went to visit the girl who had recently become an orphan according to the address. She lived in the old city of the city.

Nancheng is one of the most famous metropolises in the world. In recent years, the speed of development is like a rocket. Many places have been demolished and rebuilt. However, a place on the east side seems to have been cast by time and slowed down. The footsteps still retain the temperament of a hundred years ago.

However, the old city will inevitably have chaotic planning, poor environment, and bad traffic. Jing Chu's car couldn't get in when he reached the intersection. He thought about it, pulled over, and took the address to find a place.

The other party lives in a very old community, where cats and dogs run rampant, defecating and peeing everywhere, dragging them all like uncles and walking in the middle of the road, a husky saw Jing Chu, and even spat at him, don't mention it up.

Jing Chu rarely came to this area. He followed the address and walked into the corridor. The light inside was very dim. He walked to the sixth floor, which was also the tallest building, and knocked on the door.

The door inside opened, and through the old-fashioned anti-theft door, he saw a very beautiful face, the kind of beauty that makes people hold their breath at first glance, the lifelike Mingjuan of the humble room.

"Come in." She opened the security door and let him in.

Jing Chu stood outside the door without moving: "You still don't know who I am." He frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied with her lack of vigilance.

"You are a policeman." The girl swept the floor with a dustpan and a broom, "I saw your picture in the newspaper."

I see.Jing Chu frowned, and looked at the cramped environment. It was only about fifty or sixty square meters in size. There were urns, coffins, and photos on the table in the living room. There was a small bedroom, a small kitchen, and a small bathroom. Very clean.

Standing there at around 1.8 meters tall, he seemed to feel small everywhere: "You are Yang Mianmian, right?"

"Yeah." She looked up, "what's the matter?"

She is only 1.6 meters tall, she is small, wearing a T-shirt and capri pants, with a ponytail, she is just too beautiful, her face makes people feel dangerous for her.

Jing Chu thought for a while, and then introduced himself first: "I am Jing Chu, and my mother used to be a classmate with your mother, so let me see if I can help."

She looked up at him and said, "there's nothing to help."

"Yes, yes, the toilet is broken and dripping all the time, and you haven't fixed it yet." A voice whispered to her.

Yang Mianmian rolled her eyes.

The other party didn't take it seriously, and continued to suggest: "The TV also seems to be broken, and the screen is old, and you didn't say when to get it repaired."

Yang Mianmian wanted to roll her eyes twice, that old-fashioned TV is so heavy, it would be very heavy to carry it out and then carry it down again.

"Mianmian~( ＞﹏＜)~ Dripping water is so uncomfortable."

"Jingchu people are very nice, with a cold face and a warm heart, he won't refuse." A strange voice joined, sweet and soft.

Ok.Yang Mianmian supported the broom with one hand, and asked earnestly, "There is one thing."

Jing Chu listened attentively.

"My toilet is broken, dripping water all the time, can you fix it for me?"

Three minutes later, Jing Chu took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and helped her fix the toilet. Yang Mianmian stood beside him and handed him tools. He asked, "Aren't you sad that your father died?"

"Don't be sad." She said calmly, "People will die."

Jing Chu could see that she wasn't lying, but she was so unfeeling, which inevitably made him look twice more concerned.There was no sadness or pain in her eyes, she was as calm as if it wasn't her own relatives who died: "Okay."

"And my TV." She was really blunt, and she really wanted to help when she said she wanted to help.

Jing Chu repaired the toilet and TV for her, and asked ironically, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

She thought about it seriously and replied, "No, thank you."

"Then I'm leaving." Jing Chu picked up his coat, thought for a while and said, "I'll leave a cell phone number for you, you can call me if you need anything, girls should be careful when they are alone at home, don't open the door casually. "

Yang Mianmian is so beautiful, the old city is in chaos, and Jingchu has an occupational disease, so she babbled a few more words and reached out to ask her for a cell phone.

She was at a loss: "What?"

"Don't you have a cell phone?"

"No." She found a pad and asked him to leave his name and phone number.

When walking out the door, Jing Chu couldn't help wondering whether he was old and couldn't figure out what the little girl was thinking now, or was Yang Mianmian's name sounding soft, but she was actually a rebellious girl?
Yang Mianmian, who had no idea that Jing Chu missed her, threw the broom and went to the kitchen to fetch water. She didn't even turn on the faucet, and the water flowed down the pipe, just when the kettle was half full. Plug in the electric kettle and continue to sweep the floor.

"Mianmian, are you unhappy?" The toilet flushed again, a little worried, "I don't even leak water anymore."

Yang Mianmian didn't even raise her eyelids: "Don't flush the water indiscriminately, the water bill is very expensive, and my father is dead, so there is no child support."

Flush toilet: "Σ(°△ °|||)︴I'm sorry Mianmian!"

"Mianmian, if you don't have any money, just sell me." The old TV set tried to comfort her, "There are people downstairs collecting scraps every day. I should be able to sell them for a few hundred yuan."

Yang Mianmian rubbed her forehead: "I won't sell you guys, are you okay, let's watch a TV series."

The TV turned on with a bang, and automatically skipped a few channels, showing the most popular Gongdou drama. Yang Mianmian actually didn't have much interest in watching it, and continued to sweep the floor.

After finally cleaning it up, the refrigerator said again: "Mianmian, you have nothing to eat, go to the supermarket to buy some."

She opened the refrigerator door, and there were only a few eggs and milk left in it: "Order takeaway, I don't want to cook anymore."

Dinner was fried rice noodles at the gate of the community, salty and unpalatable, Yang Mianmian poked at the rice noodles in the plastic lunch box: "I can't eat any more, why is it so unpalatable today?"

The white foam lunch box whispered, "The boss raised a mistress outside, and the lady boss was upset when she found out. Today, she had an argument with the boss and knocked over the salt shaker."

"..." Yang Mianmian thought of the fat boss in the store, "Does such a person have mistresses?"

"Isn't it?" Lunchbox sighed, feeling a little sentimental, "We've been married for more than 20 years, and the children are all in elementary school. Such a thing happened."

Yang Mianmian shook her head, packed up the lunch box, and it took care of her: "Throw me into the trash can properly, don't throw me outside, if you can, don't break me, I will hurt."

"Understood." Yang Mianmian neatly tied up the lunch box with a plastic bag and tied a bow.

The lunch box was a little happy: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The lifespan of plastic lunch boxes is not long. After being used up, it will be treated as landfill, ending this short life.

Everything in the world has a cycle of life and death. The life of many things is much shorter than that of people, just like lunch boxes. Countless white foam lunch boxes are born every day, and countless used lunch boxes die. The lunch box she uses today is more lively. I would like to say A few words, but some lunch boxes died quietly, without saying a word in their whole life.

In Yang Mianmian's eyes, she has to go through many partings every day. She said a few words to the lunch box today, and she will never see her again in the future. After such life and death experiences, how can she expect that she will be happy for someone she has never met? After a few days, my father died and I was sad.

After dinner, the street lamp outside the window was turned on. Yang Mianmian sat at the desk and did her homework. The old desk lamp tried to make the light brighter, so that her eyes would not be too burdened.

Everyone quietly did not disturb her homework.

"Mianmian." Eraser called her in a low voice.

Yang Mianmian raised her head from the vast sea of ​​exercises: "What's wrong?"

"Mianmian, I'm too young to accompany you anymore." There was only a little bit of the original beautiful white eraser left, and it was already very laborious to wipe it off.

Yang Mianmian put down the pen and took it into his hand: "It's only a little bit."

"Well." It rubbed her fingers, "Put me with everyone, sorry, I can't be with you anymore."

"It's ok."

Yang Mianmian opened the drawer, and there were tin pencil boxes neatly arranged inside. She put the eraser in the outermost pencil box, and inside were neatly stacked erasers, pencil tips, and empty correction fluid boxes. .

"Goodbye."

She said to the eraser, the big white eraser tried to force a smile: "Goodbye, Mianmian, goodbye o(*?▽?*)o"

Another separation.

No one spoke, and no one cried. The room was extremely quiet, as if everyone was saying goodbye to an old friend in silence.

They are indeed not sad, because for an eraser, it has always fulfilled its responsibilities very well, and it is an honorable retirement, which is a happy thing.

For them, the eraser can be used up properly, the pencil can be written with only a short section left, and the correction fluid has exhausted all its strength to correct the last word. Such a destination is something to be proud of.

Such a death is a sacred thing.

Yang Mianmian turned on her laptop and logged into her account. The mug in her hand has been with her for more than a year. It has a lively personality. It broke the silence in the room and asked curiously, "Mianmian, what are you doing?"

"Make money." Yang Mianmian took a sip of water from the cup, "My father gave all the money to that woman, and she will definitely not give it to me. From today on, we will make money by ourselves."

Mu Cup nodded half-understanding: "Oh." I don't know what's going on, stocks or something, it seems to be very powerful.

(End of this chapter)