Three months had passed since Wu Hui was able to throw away her crutch and walk around alone. In late winter, even indoors, she could clearly feel that the air was getting colder day by day. Just a month and a half later, Mo Weiming came to help her remove the plaster, saving her the trouble of going to the hospital - although she didn't know how this man had such complete tools. During this period, Qiwen also came here several times, bringing things with him once a week on average, basically everything he had given us last time, and of course there was work involved. It was really hard for him to carry a basket of coal up. Wu Hui had to be careful about how much of these hard-earned fuels he would use. She has realized that going out to work may not necessarily make more money, but at least it can limit the opportunities to spend money.
Mo Weiming actually delivered meals every day as promised. The doctor's work is always not accurate in terms of time. It can only be said that she has not missed many meals in the past three months. Sometimes when he is very busy or tired, he will not wait for her to finish eating, but will collect the lunch box when he comes next time. The New Year’s Eve meal is also very simple, but there is still a sense of ritual. The staple food is sweet rice, the meat dish is steamed sea bass, and aspic. The vegetarian dishes are fried spring rolls and mixed lotus root slices. What I drank was sweet fermented rice wine, and I drank a glass of it as a substitute for New Year's wine, and the year was over.
Mo Weiming didn't go home. He didn't say why, and Wu Hui didn't ask. She also doesn’t have the habit of going home during the New Year because the address is remote and the travel expenses are very expensive. After the new year, they seemed to know each other better. If they had enough time, they would chat more or less. During this period, Wu Hui's opportunity to contact the outside world, apart from the newspapers in Qiwen, was Mo Weiming's mouth. Although he was talking about work matters, to a layman, it sounded quite interesting.
He still made fun of her at every turn, but he never made excessive jokes. This man was quite kind, he didn't charge a lot for a few meals, and he didn't cause her any trouble in strange places. In Wu Hui's mind, let's temporarily classify him from a social gangster to the category of a good citizen. She never thought about how she could become friends and neighbors with a doctor inexplicably after staying in the hospital for a week. Maybe Mo Weiming didn't expect it, it was all such a coincidence.
Speaking of which, Qiwen really can't keep his mouth shut. Now even the printer in the factory across the street knew that she had gotten together with an eccentric doctor. On her first day at the company, she didn't do much work, and a group of colleagues gathered around her asking questions. But if she insists on that aspect of fate, she firmly refuses to admit it. No matter what, it is a bad fate.
Finally taking a break from the busy schedule, I found a gap where only two people were present. Wu Hui opened her mouth to blame him for leaking the news, but he actually felt aggrieved.
"You didn't say you couldn't say it..."
"Then you just say everything?"
"Isn't that nothing?"
"Don't come here." Wu Hui glared at him, "It's so troublesome. Just dealing with them makes me overwhelmed. The editor-in-chief is going to curse him for being so negative on the first day of resumption of work."
"Does co-writing delay your work? Then just go back in time. How about I apologize for working overtime on your behalf?"
"Forget it, I'll take responsibility if you mess up."
"You don't trust me so much? It's sad."
Wu Hui ignored him and stood by the railing and took a sip of hot tea. After a short silence, she suddenly asked:
"Should I prepare some gifts to express my gratitude? No matter what, it helped me a lot."
"Just do it if you feel it's necessary. Even if it's just for your own peace of mind."
"But what to buy? My life is very tight recently, so I don't have much budget."
"Listen to me," Qiwen suddenly became serious, "Put your money away, go to the street, and stick out a stick that comes handy. The straighter the better, one end slightly thinner than the other is best. Such a stick is a I will give you this peerless magic weapon to make you the most brilliant swordsman in Yaozhou. Believe me, no man can refuse this gift."
are you crazy.
Looking at Qiwen's serious and sincere face, she resisted saying this.
Let’s expand on this statement a little bit. Maybe, crutches? But those exquisite handicrafts can only be used by politicians and businessmen with status. As a doctor, he is not suitable no matter what he thinks. And if he really gave it away like this, he would definitely say something like "The hospital has enough crutches."
Wu Hui was afraid that he would not adopt his suggestion, and Qi Wen could certainly see that. So he added, "Let's think about it differently. For example, think about what the doctor would like?"
"Something other than medical equipment."
"...It doesn't have to be so realistic." Qiwen took a deep breath, "And - actually, it depends on what it is, right? If someone gives me an imported miniature camera, I will definitely be overjoyed. Someone gives you a custom-made Guanxi Are you happy about the pen? It’s not about what it is or what it’s about, but how expensive it is.”
"So I don't have much money..."
Wu Hui suddenly pressed the cup lid onto the cup, blocking the way of the escaping heat. She suddenly seemed to have thought of something and said, "I have decided."
"Have you decided? What will you give me?"
"I'll go back to ask him after get off work today."
"..."
Qi Wen almost forgot that Wu Hui's character has always been so upright, like a "peerless magic weapon" at his disposal. Likewise, not everyone likes it.
The work was completed on time. On the first day back, there were not so many tasks for her. This place could still change without her, and she didn't know whether to be happy or discouraged. Before it got dark, she still had time to go to the farmer's market near her home. While walking on the road, she remembered that her colleagues had said in the morning that she seemed to be a little fatter and her face was rounder. She didn't know if they were teasing her.
When she returned to the apartment, she felt someone on the fourth floor before she walked up to it. She thought to herself that it couldn't be such a coincidence. As soon as he walked up, he met Mo Weiming who took out the key and opened the door. Both of them were carrying something, and Wu Hui recognized the wrapping method of the brown paper in his hand at a glance. It was made by a vendor selling soy beef on East Street.
"I just got off work."
"yes."
"Come in and sit for a while?"
Wu Hui followed him in confusedly.
It wasn't that she was really idle, but that she happened to have something to ask, and it wasn't appropriate for the two of them to talk at the top of the stairs. And when she was still recovering from her injuries, she asked her what it was like to live in a house with dead people. Mo Weiming is indeed a staunch materialist warrior. He has never felt anything wrong for so many days. He even joked that he asked her to come over after she recovered and see what the first scene was like now. Look, the opportunity will come.
"I said at that time that you should find a Taoist priest to exorcise evil spirits..."
"I'm still alive and kicking."
"It's because you have a good character."
"Do you believe this?"
"Actually, I don't really believe it." Wu Hui helped close the door and added, "My parents are a bit..."
Before she finished speaking, Mo Weiming suddenly snatched the lotus leaf bag from her hand. Wu Hui was stunned and wanted to snatch it back, but he turned around deftly and used his height to stagger away from her. In the process, he squeezed the vagina and immediately judged what was inside.
"Yeah, shrimp."
"give me back!"
"It's still in this season."
"...There was someone in the market who was clearing the pond and carrying a basket to sell. When I went there, there were not many left. In fact, they are quite small."
"I'm going to perm it, and I won't charge you for this meal."
Wu Hui still wanted to scold him, but for the first time she didn't say anything. The house Mo Weiming rented had its own kitchen, but it was very small. He just entered the kitchen, and he didn't hear Wu Hui talking about him for a long time, and he was a little uncomfortable.
"Why aren't you angry?" He opened the curtain that blocked the oil smoke and stuck his head out.
"The prices of several dishes that are about to go out of season have increased," Wu Hui looked at him, "I specifically asked a few of them today, and they were no longer cheap a long time ago. But you didn't ask me if I had added money. Padded?"
"I'm too lazy to settle this account." He said, "Don't forget that I also need to eat."
"Then you paid a bit too much." Wu Hui stared into his eyes seriously, "Tell the truth, have you done anything wrong, such as overpaying for my medical expenses?"
"..."
Mo Weiming lowered the door curtain and didn't want to answer.
"If you have nothing to do, you can sweep the floor."
"No."
"Then you can wander around as you like. You can take a look at the murder scene. You know which room it is."
She does. However, she was with Qiwen last time she came here. At that time, there were many police officers crowded in the house. There were only two of them now, and she didn't realize how spacious the room was. The rent must be quite expensive, right?
From the moment she walked in, Wu Hui felt a sense of disharmony. She knew exactly why: it was too neat. Everything is in order, and there is not a single unnecessary ornament. Everything that can be seen by the eye is a daily necessity. Other than that, there's not much. When the "Collector" lived here, it was much more "chaotic" than it is now. It's not that it's sloppy, but it feels like there are real people living there. I don’t know why, but Mo Weiming said that he has lived here for three months, but it still looks like a model house, without much fireworks.
This kind of house should be prepared for two people or a family of three. When you enter the room, you can see a coffee table, which is about the same size as the one in her house, but equipped with a sofa. The dining table is square and square, placed right at the door of the kitchen, and the living room does not look crowded. There were two rooms, but she had only been to the house where the accident occurred.
She first walked to the small square table. The table was against the wall on one side, very close to the kitchen door. There was a chair placed on the side, and if it was moved slightly further away, it would block the doorway. The other chair is not opposite it, but to its side. Sitting here to eat will have your back to the coffee table and face the wall. There was no room for chairs on the last side, so there was a short wooden cabinet against the table, and the other two sides were against the corners.
For some reason, when Wu Hui glanced at the wooden cabinet, she seemed to see a speck of light. If I look carefully, there is nothing there. Could there be a mouse hiding down there that just made eye contact with her? She was not afraid of mice, so she walked over and looked down. Her body blocked most of the light source, but there was still a beam of light coming through the gap, shining on a round object.
The cabinet was at a certain height from the ground, and she could easily put her arm in and take out the thing.
"Doctor," she shouted out of habit, "I picked up a bead at your house. Is it yours?"
"Beads? I don't have any such jewelry. They were probably left behind by the previous tenant." His voice barely covered the noise in the kitchen.
"Then maybe it's worth a few dollars."
Wu Hui looked at it. It's a little dusty but wipes clean easily. This is a white jewel, as smooth as jade, with a diameter not much larger than a fingernail. Small holes running through it indicate it was likely part of a necklace or bracelet. The surface of the bead is surrounded by gold threads. When looking at the light, the translucent part penetrates the entire bead, exuding an attractive color like honey. Even if she doesn't know how to do it, she at least knows how to look good.
"Should we hand it over to the police?"
"Don't."
Mo Weiming suddenly stopped what he was doing, stretched out his head and said, "If you take it over, they will also seize it privately on the grounds that it is related to the case. Just keep it."
When Wu Hui was still in the hospital, she felt that he had a lot of objections to the National Police Agency. But Qiwen seemed to have said something similar. She didn't say anything anymore, just taking it as an advantage. Putting the beads away, she started walking around the room again. There was an inconspicuous little door that she had never noticed the last time she came here. She opened the door and took a look, wondering if it was a storage room.
"Surprisingly..."
