Qingming Festival Special

Zhu Fu Gaoming's life is peaceful and lonely most of the time.

In the morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the crisp, simple apartment, Zhu Fu Gaoming was already awake without the need for an alarm clock.

He sat up from the bed and realized that his pajamas were soaked with sweat.

Last night... he seemed to have had a very long dream.

In the dream, there was a whole starry sky above the sky, but under the sky was a vast and abandoned factory.

He dreamed of large swathes of blood, so much so that even now his nasal passages still seem to be filled with the smell of blood;

He dreamed that the man who always shyly called him "brother" had grown up and matured;

He dreamed of Jingguang, who was huddled silently in a dark corner. His body was covered in blood, and his chest was penetrated by dark bullet holes;

He dreamed...

No, I can't think about it anymore.

Zhu Fu Gaoming shook his head, shook off the horrific images in his mind, and silently got up to wash up.

Today is an important day, the whole family is reunited, but he is the only one left in his home.

After thinking about it, maybe last night's dream was because he witnessed someone being swallowed up by an explosion in front of him, and that person always gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

Zhu Fu Gaoming sat down at the dining table. He prepared a simple breakfast and decided to finish it hastily before going to the police station to take a look. Although it is the Bon Festival holiday in Japan, as a police officer, he needs to be vigilant at all times.

Zhu Fu Gaoming's mobile phone was placed aside, and his eyes would glance at it inadvertently.

He paused, then hesitantly picked up his phone and entered a string of numbers that he had memorized countless times in his mind. After a moment, he pressed the dial button.

At that moment, Zhu Fu Gaoming couldn't describe his mood. What was he looking forward to and what was he worried about.

The receiver was eerily quiet, and a few seconds later a cold female voice came: "I'm sorry, the number you dialed is unavailable."

really……

Zhu Fu Gaoming didn't know whether he was relieved or more worried. He put away his phone silently and slowly calmed down.

There has been no contact for many years. Maybe Jingguang has died in a quiet corner without being known to anyone, but Zhu Fu Gaoming wants to believe in the one in ten thousand possibility. Maybe Jing Guang is still alive, but can't contact him due to a special mission.

Even if Jingguang and he took the completely opposite path, even so, as long as he is still alive, all the masters are willing to look forward to it.

Today is Obon, and there are far fewer people on duty at the police station than usual.

Zhu Fu Gaoming walked to his office and dealt with the things at hand step by step.

When he looked up from the case, he realized that it was dark outside.

It was another calm day, and maybe he would spend it like this every day in the future.

After finishing today's work, Zhu Fu Gaoming exchanged a few words with his colleagues on night duty, then left the Xinye Department alone and walked aimlessly towards the bustling streets.

Obon Festival is Japan’s grandest festival after New Year’s Day. Originally it was to honor ancestors, but in modern society, this festival is more like a festival established for family reunion.

The streets were decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and there were many people wearing traditional kimonos or yukatas, singing and dancing in groups of twos and threes. Among these smiling faces, Zhu Fu Gaoming, who is wearing a suit and leather tie and has a serious expression, is out of tune with the people around him.

But he likes this atmosphere very much.

In the past, Guangzhou was the most lively. He was very interested in traditional Japanese festivals and temple fairs, and often took him to participate in fireworks displays and float parades. At that time, Zhu Fu Gaoming was very dismissive of this, but he did not expect that just a dozen years later, no matter how much he wanted to participate in activities with Jing Guang, it was no longer possible.

In a daze, Zhu Fu Gaoming's sight caught a figure.

His eyes suddenly widened.

etc! Why does that figure look so familiar? ?

Zhu Fu Gaoming's body was faster than his brain, and he was already running almost as soon as he saw it. But the person in front seemed to deliberately prevent him from catching up, and in an instant he was drowned again by the crowd.

Finally, when Zhu Fu Gaoming ran to the place where the man disappeared, he could no longer be found.

He lowered his head, a self-deprecating smile emerging from the corner of his mouth.

He was so stunned that he actually thought that person was Jing Guang.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, and the wind gently floated a piece of paper in front of Zhu Fu Gaoming's eyes. He reached out and caught the note in a daze.

There is only one sentence on the note: accept the new and tell the old, be well, don't think about it.

Zhu Fu Gaoming's expression suddenly became anxious, and he looked around in a panic. The crowd around him was so dense, but he felt as if he was the only one left here, and in the distance...

Jingguang, is that you?

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