She is in the fog

He Xi immediately avoided his gaze, as if she was embarrassed after being discovered doing something bad. She touched her earlobe and said with a smile: "Huh? I'm just looking for someone..."

Mingmei stared into her eyes, "Really?"

"it is true."

"Then can you swear that you are not doing anything dangerous?"

Hearing this, He Xi lowered his eyes and sighed, "Mingming, don't worry about it. This matter is too bizarre, no one will believe it even if I tell it..."

"I believe it." Mingmei interrupted her and looked at her with her peach blossom eyes. Her gaze was like water drops penetrating rock, gentle and firm.

These two simple words contain powerful force, like the comfort of Mother Earth.

He Xi looked up at her and was completely stunned.

Mingmei continued to persuade you: "During this period of time, I found that you seemed to be carrying a lot, and you are no longer as carefree as before. I don't know what happened, but I vaguely feel that what you are doing seems to be related to me. Since it is related to me, I really hope you can let me participate. If a weight is shared by two people, it will be half of the original weight. He Xi, don't hide it from me anymore, let me share it with you."

He Xi thought that he had acted very calmly, and that everything was flawless. Unexpectedly, Ming Mei knew everything, and nothing could be hidden from her eyes and her keen mind.

She thought God had given her a chance to be reborn, and that it was her turn to protect Mingmei in this life. Unexpectedly, Mingmei still warmed her again and again.

The ten years of perseverance in the previous life and all the planning in this life seemed to have come to a conclusion at this moment.

He Xi's eyes were sore and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. She had always been very patient and had never cried in front of others. This time, she shed tears for the first time in front of Mingmei.

Mingmei reached out her hand to wipe away her tears, but He Xi grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly, holding the only soul mate he had recognized in his heart.

I want to hold her like this until the end of time.

I don't know how long it took, but a bright and gentle voice sounded in my ears: "He Xi, you hurt me."

He Xi relaxed his strength, placed Ming Mei on the side of his bed, and half-knelt on the ground, looking up at her: "Now, I will confess everything to you."

Mingmei lowered her head and looked at her with gentle eyes, as if encouraging her, or as if she was listening attentively.

He Xi continued, "As far as I can remember, you and I have both died once. On your eighteenth birthday, you were killed by a knife-wielding gangster, who fled the scene and has been missing ever since. For ten years, I have been searching for the murderer, until I was twenty-eight, when I seemed to have caught him, but the price was my life."

"When I opened my eyes, I found that I was reborn in high school with my memories. At this time, you hadn't transferred to this school yet. In fact, I secretly went to Qingyang No. 1 Middle School to see you. I was relieved to see that you were alive and well."

"God must have given me a chance to start over for a reason, so this time, I want to find the murderer in advance to prevent tragedy from happening again."

Mingmei blinked her eyes, her black velvet eyelashes fluttering continuously. She analyzed He Xi's long speech and remembered that she had indeed seen He Xi in front of the experimental building of Qingyang No. 1 Middle School when she was in the first year of high school. Then she recalled everything that happened after she met He Xi. Her series of strange behaviors seemed to make sense all of a sudden.

Mingmei asked, "So in summary, I was murdered when I was eighteen, and you were helping me find the murderer. When I was twenty-eight, you sacrificed yourself trying to catch him, but you unexpectedly got your life back?"

"Correct."

"After I died, you spent ten years looking for my murderer?" Ming Mei didn't pay attention to the cause of her own death, but asked this question first. When she saw He Xi nodded, she frowned and curled her lips with some regret, "So I died at the age of eighteen in my previous life?"

He Xi still couldn't bear to answer and nodded again.

Mingmei was not as overwhelmed as imagined. She just sighed and muttered to herself, "Then I am so unlucky. What kind of hatred or grudge is this? Why do they have to kill me? And they have to kill me on my birthday..."

He Xi was about to respond when Ming Mei suddenly asked curiously, "By the way, He Xi, how many points did I get in the college entrance examination?"

He Xi remembered that she had done very well in the exams and was the top scorer in science in Nancheng Province. She also set the highest college entrance examination score for top scorers in Nancheng Province. She should have had a bright and beautiful future, but it was all ruined by that devil.

He Xi still remembers that year, Nanzhou No. 1 Middle School set a new record. The whole school should have cheered and everyone was happy. However, because the top scorer was murdered, Nanzhou No. 1 Middle School simply posted the students' college entrance examination scores and did not even publish a good news.

After thinking about it, He Xi tried to force a smile and replied, "735 points."

Seeing that she did not fail in the college entrance examination, Mingmei smiled with satisfaction and continued to ask: "You said before that you wanted to catch the murderer, so did you become a policeman later?"

"Ah."

"You said you've been helping me find the murderer, so can I be narcissistic and think that part of the reason you chose to become a police officer was because of me?"

"To be precise," He Xi said, "most of them."

In other words, in her previous life, He Xi had spent ten years looking for the murderer for her; in this life, he wanted to rewrite her fate.

Ming Mei raised the corners of her mouth slightly, her eyes curved, just like the spring breeze blowing and peach blossoms blooming. She stretched out her left hand to her, spread her palm, and pretended to hold her hand, "He Xi, thank you."

He Xi put his hand on her and, using her strength, sat down next to her.

Mingmei tilted her head, "In our last life, were we as close as we are now?"

"No." He Xi shook his head. "In the last life, we didn't interact very often."

"Ah——" Mingmei dragged out the last syllable, her tone full of regret and loss, "I thought we had a good relationship." "It's all my fault." He Xi said with some self-blame, "I realized it too late."

Hearing this, Mingmei blinked, her interest grew, and she asked gossipingly, "Hmm, so there's a story behind this?"

"Yes." He Xi nodded and said, "It's a long story. Very long."

Mingmei's eyes lit up, she raised her chin like a child and said word by word: "I want to listen."

He Xi chuckled: "Once we have successfully overcome the difficulties, I will tell you the story of our previous life, okay?"

"You are deliberately trying to keep me in suspense," Mingmei complained unhappily. She supported herself on the bed with her hands and moved her body a little further inside. She asked doubtfully, "But you said that our relationship was not very good in our last life. Then why did you catch the murderer for me in the last life? Why are you protecting me in this life?"

Mingmei was sitting closer to the inside, so the light couldn't illuminate her entire face. Her mouth and chin were in the light, while her eyes were in the shadows, half bright and half dark. He Xi looked at her and suddenly felt that she was like the wind and the fog, elusive and elusive.

Suddenly, she felt an urge in her heart. She swallowed her saliva and mustered up the courage to speak: "Because... I..."

"Jingle Bell--"

Before I could even say "I like you", the school bell rang at an inopportune time.

The class bell at Nanzhou No. 1 Middle School is different from that at Qingyang No. 1 Middle School. It comes without any warning and always scares people inadvertently.

He Xi was startled by the bell, and stopped talking immediately. She licked her lips and changed the subject: "It's over, we're late, let's go to the classroom quickly?"

Seeing her sudden pause, Mingmei guessed that she was probably unwilling to say it, so she didn't dwell on it any more. She just stood up and agreed, "Then let's go to the classroom quickly, otherwise the teacher won't be able to contact us."

"it is good."

It's a new weekend and the weather is nice.

The clouds have not yet taken shape, and are as dreamy as fog. The sky kisses the fog, like a blue rose covered with white gauze, giving the sky a romantic feeling.

He Xi and Ming Mei went to the company where the No. 7 bus driver worked together, planning to meet the driver of No. 7 bus last weekend.

Seeing that he knew Ren Yan, He Xi was afraid that he was in cahoots with Ren Yan, so he asked Ming Mei to wait at the police station nearby, and then went upstairs alone.

She got the opportunity to express her gratitude to the driver alone by presenting a banner.

He Xi got straight to the point: "Actually, the reason I came to you this time is because I'm a writer for the school's campus newspaper. I'm writing an article about the quality of the nation. You're a bus driver, so you must meet all kinds of people every day. So I came to you to learn more about the situation. I wonder if you're willing to answer some questions?"

After she finished speaking, she pretended to take out a notebook and pen from her pocket and pretended to take notes.

Perhaps because he had just received the silk banner, the driver was in a very good mood, so he said generously: "Ask me, I will tell you everything I know as long as it can help you."

"Do you ever encounter someone not paying with a coin when you are out driving?"

The driver patted his thigh and said, "Hey, the quality of the people is gradually improving now. There are only a few people who cheat and act cunningly, but there are still some. Just last week, there was a homeless man who didn't pay any money. In the past, I felt sorry for him, so I didn't care about it. As a result, he treated me as a sucker and waited for my car every day. Every time he acted as if it was his due, I seemed like his full-time driver. So last week, he didn't pay any money, so I wouldn't let him ride. A student was so kind as to give him a coin, but in my opinion, it was unnecessary. It was like throwing meat buns at dogs, and it would never come back."

He Xi pretended to be curious: "Hey, is the homeless man you are talking about called Ren Yan?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Hi!" He Xi also patted his thigh and said excitedly, "Look at me again, do you recognize me? I'm the student who helped him put in the coins!"

The driver stared at He Xi's face for a long time and muttered, "He looks a little familiar."

He Xi took the opportunity to put down the paper and pen, and asked casually: "Master, does he really not pay every time he takes the bus?"

"Of course it's true! I never lie!"

He Xi showed admiration in his eyes, "Then you can indulge him for so long, you are such a good person."

The driver waved his hands and said a little embarrassedly: "Well, it should be said that he is also a poor man."

"Oh? Are you acquainted with him?"

"He rented a house in our neighborhood for a few months, but he couldn't pay the rent and was kicked out by the landlord." The driver looked around, leaned close to He Xi, and whispered, "I heard it from others. He used to have a happy family and a beautiful girlfriend, but later he met a bunch of bad friends and got addicted to drugs. He became a ghost, and his girlfriend broke up with him. He squandered all the family's money, sold the house, and borrowed money from loan sharks. His parents were so angry that they died without a breath."

"Ah? So miserable?" He Xi chimed in from time to time. Psychologically speaking, showing interest in the other person's topic can stimulate the speaker's desire to express himself.

The driver got more and more excited as he spoke. He "tsk" twice and said, "That's right. He went to a drug rehabilitation center by himself and stayed there for a few months before he was released. He thought he could start over after he was released, but he relapsed not long after. Oh, this stuff, if you really get involved, it's like a cat scratching glutinous rice cake - you can't get rid of it, and your life is ruined."

"Alas, drugs can cause great harm to people."

"I haven't seen him for a week. I'm afraid he got some money from somewhere and bought those harmful things again."

(End of this chapter)