Author: Xifeng

Jiang Lu's life had hope again. In the evening, the couple were in good spirits and had a small meeting. When Zhou Chunhe was smoking on the bed with his arms around his wife, there was suddenly a clear sound of glass breaking, and Jiang Lu

I woke up instantly, "It seems to be coming from the living room."

Zhou Chunhe opened the quilt and walked out without putting on his shoes, followed by Jiang Lu.

I saw broken glass all over the floor, and a stone as big as an egg fell on the foot of the sofa. It was obvious that someone had deliberately smashed it in.

Without saying anything, Zhou Chunhe ran downstairs to find out.

Zhou Tian was also woken up, opened the door and came out to take a look, and then his aunt also came out.

"Are you Duoduo scared?" Jiang Lu asked hurriedly.

"No, the child is asleep." The aunt said in a panic. Apparently, she also heard the sound.

Jiang Lu went into the house and checked the two children's rooms. Seeing that everything was fine, he felt relieved and let Zhou Tian and the others go back to sleep.

Zhou Chunhe rushed downstairs, but saw no one. He stood under his window, tried it, and probably guessed where the person threw the stone. Fortunately, this was the living room. If it had been the bedroom, he would have been hit.

Whose head is at home?

Damn it, you dared to throw stones at his house. Did Zhou Chunhe eat grass instead? He must find this person and teach him a lesson.

Jiang Lu came down with the shoes and asked, "Where are the people?"

"Run away." Zhou Chunhe said with calm eyes.

"Put on your shoes." Jiang Lu threw the shoes on the ground.

Zhou Chunhe put his feet in, and then seeing that his wife was not wearing a coat, she took her into his arms and said, "Why are you coming down here to join in the fun?"

"Aren't we worried about you?" Jiang Lu smiled.

"You can still laugh, but you've been bullied to death, silly bitch." Zhou Chunhe couldn't swallow this breath.

"Then think about who you offended?"

"That's too much. I'm afraid the doors and windows will have to be welded shut."

"Then weld him to death." Jiang Lu continued to laugh.

The next day, Zhou Chunhe specifically asked the people around him and the man at the door. No one had any impression and he had never seen anyone suspicious.

This became an unanswered case again. Zhou Chunhe had nowhere to vent his anger, and he had a mouthful of bubbles. He didn't like anything he ate, and his temper was flammable, so none of his subordinates dared to get close.

One day at lunch, Jiang Lu heard a few female workers discussing a collection of poems. It sounded very fresh, so she pulled Gao Tao over and asked what was going on.

Gao Tao smiled and said, "Didn't you read the newspaper? Recently, a poet has appeared in the poetry world. He specializes in writing poems about women's grievances, which has fascinated these girls."

"Poetry about boudoir?" Jiang Lu hadn't heard of it, "Have you read it too?"

"After reading a little bit, I can't help but tell you that the writing is really good."

"What's the poet's name?" Jiang Lu asked casually.

"It seems to be called Leng Jun, yes, it is Leng Jun." Gao Tao confirmed.

Jiang Lu's eyes widened, "Leng Jun?"

"Well, that's the name."

"Where is the newspaper?" Jiang Lu asked hurriedly.

"They're all sitting on the newspaper shelf in your office—"

Before Gao Tao finished speaking, Jiang Lu had already walked out and said, "Take the dinner plate away for me."

Jiang Lu, who has always been intuitive, felt that Leng Jun and Leng Xiaojun must have some kind of connection. This was definitely not a simple coincidence.

She returned to the office and looked for all the newspapers. Sure enough, she saw Leng Jun's poem "I am the green on the red apricot branches". Jiang Lu got goosebumps when she saw the name. This was obvious.

It is meant to seduce boys and girls.

But in this era, poets are really highly sought after, no less than the film and television stars of later generations.

Jiang Lu read the introduction of the poet named Leng Jun, and there was nothing else besides his name, so he couldn't start.

This time, Jiang Lu didn't hesitate and dialed Zhao Bin's phone decisively.

"Hello?" Zhao Bin was a little noisy on the other end.

"Hey, do you know anyone from the newspaper?"

"What, you want to publish a book?" Zhao Bin joked.

"I don't have that idea at the moment. I want you to help me find someone."

"who?"

"Leng Jun."

"what for?"

"It seems to be a poet who published poems in the evening newspaper."

"Okay, I'll ask you about it."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news."

"Why don't you even say thank you?"

"Don't worry, thank you is not something you just talk about. When you find it, I will definitely come and say thank you."

"I'll keep my word. I just happen to be feeling a little bit skilled lately and want to show off my skills. Then I'll bring my goddaughter to have a meal with me."

"Why, my son can't go?"

"Welcome." Zhao Bin said.

This matter was left to Zhao Bin, and Jiang Lu himself was not idle. He also looked for a few poems by Leng Jun and found that this man was particularly good at writing some sad spring and autumn works. The rhetoric was very gorgeous, but there was no great meaning.

substance.

Jiang Lu found several girls in the factory and asked them why they liked Leng Jun.

At first they were coy and embarrassed to say it, but then Jiang Lu said that she liked it too, so they were curious about what kind of person this poet was, so the girls let go. Once they let go, they got out of hand.

, Jiang Lu has no right to speak at all.

"He said that when he loves a person, he also loves his wrinkles. How well written."

Jiang Lu is disgusting.

"Also, he said that I was blind, but it was only after I saw you that I regained my sight."

Jiang Lu wanted to vomit.

"And more, listen, he said that people use their hearts to feel the world, but my heart can only feel you."

No, Jiang Lu is really going to vomit.

She withdrew, either because she was too pedantic or because she lacked literary talent. Apart from making her sick, these poems could not find any merit in them. They were greasy and artificial. But it was obvious that the person who wrote the poems believed them deeply.

Jiang Lu thought, if it really was Leng Jun, it was Leng Xiaojun, and Xiaoxia committed suicide because of a poet who wrote poems about women's grievances. She really didn't know whether she was stupid or deserved it.

The next day, there was news from Zhao Bin.

Zhao Bin came to deliver the message in person.

"It's okay to just say it on the phone. I even made a special trip." Jiang Lu felt a little embarrassed.

"It's not just for you, Su Qiu asked me to come and see our goddaughter."

Jiang Lu was helpless, "She is in kindergarten right now. I didn't tell her earlier."

"It's okay, let's do it next time." He took out a document bag from behind and handed it to Jiang Lu.

"So much?" Jiang Lu was slightly surprised as he touched the thick pile of information.

"I didn't expect that this person's rich experience far exceeded our imagination."

Leng Jun, a northerner, joined the Writers' Association, became well-known in the industry, and served as a visiting professor at several universities. The important thing is that he is 48 years old, has been married twice, and has given birth to three children in total.

"Could he be the person you're looking for?" Zhao Bin asked.

Jiang Lu didn't want to believe it, "To be honest, I don't know. Xiaoxia's letter didn't say who he was."

“It’s simple, just go to the person and confront him and you will know.”

"Do you know where he is?"

"He is currently giving lectures at a university in Nan City."

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