Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 132 Loneliness
The city of Tangzhou has been very peaceful these past few days. Not to mention murder cases, even petty thieves who steal and rob have disappeared.

But the calmer things seemed, the more uneasy Wei Qingsong felt.

Like a calm lake concealing towering waves, she looked out at the dark sky and sensed an impending storm.

It's going to rain again.

The criminal investigation team officers haven't been able to leave work on time for a long time, and this dreamlike existence fills them with trepidation.

Chen Jin stared at the computer desktop and said awkwardly, "I'm not used to getting off work so early today."

Lu Jingming raised his cold eyes and glanced at him indifferently: "The procedures for the previous few cases have not been completed yet, and the materials to be submitted to the procuratorate and the court have not been perfected. If you want to stay and work overtime, I will grant your wish."

"I don't want to." Chen Jin quickly shut down the computer with lightning speed, chuckled, "I still prefer to go home and be with my wife."

Lu Jingming chuckled softly, his gaze involuntarily drifting to the figure by the window.

Soon, the smile faded slightly.

If they hadn't missed those six years, they would have had plenty of their youth to waste.

We can go to the beach together to watch the sunrise and sunset, visit the aquarium, zoo, amusement park, and video game arcade.

She loves music, and he loves plays; they can go to see a show together.

You can also go to escape rooms, haunted houses, and when you're tired of playing, you can relax in a bookstore.

On rainy days like this, I just stay home and watch TV.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter—with her in all four seasons, life must be romantic and colorful.

But they are no longer young and don't have much time to spare. The nature of their work as criminal investigators forces them to give up some leisure time.

There are so many things I want to do, but not enough time.

He was certainly disappointed.

The office was empty. Wei Qingsong turned around and let out a long sigh: "Let's go, it's going to rain soon."

What a coincidence, tomorrow is the 21st.

Whenever such a scene is tinged with the atmosphere of life and death, the weather is always uncooperative.

Sometimes, even God understands emotions better than people do.

Lu Jingming went back to the Lu family home.

He rarely comes back unless there's something to do.

But tomorrow is the anniversary of Wen Manqing's death. This place, after all, holds too many of her memories. Whether they are sad or happy, he should come back to visit on her behalf.

As you pass through the entrance hall, you can smell the aroma of food.

Jiang Qiong was a great cook, and Lu Jingming loved her cooking until he was twelve years old.

At the dinner table, three pairs of eyes looked up at him simultaneously. The family was enjoying themselves, making him feel like an outsider.

Jiang Qiong stood up hastily, forcing a smile.

"Jingming, why are you back?"

Lu Jingming scoffed lightly, his eyes lowered, his tone unreadable: "Do I need to report back to my own home?"

"I... I mean, if you were coming back, you should have told me in advance so I could have cooked a few more dishes," Jiang Qiong explained sheepishly, her voice gradually lowering. "That's not what I meant..."

Lu Changbai put down his chopsticks, placed his hands on his knees and rubbed them repeatedly, looking somewhat embarrassed and a little awkward.

In the end, Lu Jinghuan stepped in to smooth things over: "Brother, my mom made fish maw and chicken soup today. Why don't you sit down and try it with us?"

She pulled Lu Jingming to the dining table, where the empty chair was right opposite Lu Changbai.

“Yes, the weather is getting colder and colder. We should have some hot soup to warm ourselves up.” Jiang Qiong said with a smile. “I’ll go get a set of bowls and chopsticks.”

Before long, she gracefully emerged from the kitchen and personally served Lu Jingming a bowl of soup: "I remember you loved this soup when you were little. Here, try it while it's hot."

Lu Jingming looked at the steaming bowl of soup in front of him and chuckled enigmatically, "Today's dinner is quite sumptuous. Are you celebrating something?"

Hearing his calm tone, Lu Changbai didn't think much of it for a moment and said with a smile, "Your Aunt Jiang's nephew has joined the research institute. They're having a banquet at Manjianglou tomorrow to celebrate. Jingming, why don't you come along?"

"Tomorrow?" Lu Jingming suddenly looked up, his eyes slightly gloomy.

Lu Changbai was startled by his cold, sharp gaze, and then cautiously asked, "Aren't you free tomorrow?"

After a long silence, the atmosphere became quite strange.

"It seems you really have forgotten." After a long silence, Lu Jingming sneered, suddenly stood up, turned and walked towards the second floor, leaving them with only a lonely back view.

Everyone was stunned as they watched his aloof and lonely figure.

"What's wrong with him?" Jiang Qiong's beautiful brows furrowed slightly.

Lu Jinghuan put down her chopsticks, her eyes filled with worry, and said, "I'll go take a look."

In the past, even though Lu Jingming didn't treat Lu Changbai and Jiang Qiong well, he was quite fond of his younger sister, Lu Jinghuan.

However, this time, less than five minutes later, Lu Jinghuan came downstairs looking dejected and shook her head slightly: "He won't open the door for me."

Lu Changbai and Jiang Qiong looked at each other in silence for a moment, and he sighed inwardly.

In the room, Lu Jingming sat on the edge of the bed, holding the old group photo in his hand.

A woman who should have had a bright future eloped to Tangzhou for her blind love, only to find that only her abandoned son remembered the anniversary of her death.

Apart from this photo, there is no trace of her ever being in this house.

Betrayed while alive, forgotten even after death.

Wen Manqing's life was both laughable and tragic.

Lu Jingming slowly leaned back, a heavy and sorrowful emotion spreading through his heart.

As expected, it rained heavily the next day. The whole city looked as if it had been splashed with ink, filled with a thick dampness that made it feel particularly oppressive.

The pattering of the rain was unsettling. The hazy mist also sent a chill down one's spine.

Torrential rain.

Wei Qingsong stood by the roadside waiting for him.

The temperature dropped sharply today, and she has already put on her thick sweater that she had been saving at the bottom of her closet, and also put on fluffy gloves.

Water droplets dripped slowly from the eaves through the cracks, hitting the ground with a crisp sound.

A gust of cold wind ruffled her hair, and she reached out to gather the stray strands and tuck them behind her ear.

As if by telepathy, Wei Qingsong suddenly looked up at the street corner.

Lu Jingming, dressed in a black trench coat and holding a black umbrella, slowly approached from the end of the road.

For some reason, Wei Qingsong felt that his figure was so lonely, as if he wanted to blend into the misty world, ethereal and cold.

"I was late because of traffic," Lu Jingming said apologetically, tilting the umbrella in his hand toward her. "Let's go."

His voice was as clear and crisp as ever, but it carried a hint of weariness.

"Ah."

Wei Qingsong nodded slightly and walked side by side with him into the rain.

She could tell that Lu Jingming was in a low mood.

She could easily use those theories to comfort people, but in front of Lu Jingming, she was so clumsy that she didn't know what to say.

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Wen Manqing was buried in a high-class cemetery in the suburbs of the city. Outside the cemetery, Lu Jingming and Wei Qingsong got out of the car, took flowers, and walked into the cemetery.

Wei Qingsong knew that Lu Jingming needed peace and quiet, so she didn't disturb him and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)