The Mobius ring is a paper tape ring made by twisting a strip of paper 180° and bonding the two ends, one side facing the sun and the other side facing the yin. Yin and Yang are connected, and there is no end.

——"Analysis of Non-Famous Artist"

Three days after Su Yan was buried, there was rain in Yinjiang City on that day, and another fog fell, and the thick fog could not be dissipated by the rain.

The white mist enveloped the cemetery. The man in a black suit stood in front of the tombstone, as if the ghost of the ghost came out of the junction of yin and yang, and was alone. He had all his flesh and blood in just a few days. At this time, Wu Yadan was so thin, but his back was still upright. His thin figure stood in the thin rain and fog, like a lone sail that had been roaming and wandering on the boundless sea, and he had lost his direction and was always lost on the other side of the ocean, at the junction of light and darkness, and the endless bitter sea of ​​water.

Just like his name, Wuya.

A man walked out of the thick fog. He was wearing a black cloak to pay tribute to the dead, holding a black umbrella to cover the drizzle in the mist, stepped on the bluestone steps covered with a layer of rain, walked to Wu Ya, looking at his old friend who was far away from them but had been separated forever by heaven and man.

The photos posted on the tombstone are still smiling brightly and silly, vividly and vividly. It seems that he has never suffered betrayal or deception in his lifetime, and has never fallen into anyone's trap or conspiracy. He is still the sunny young man, full of passion and hope for life.

Along the way, I felt heavy and sad, but when I saw Su Yan's tombstone, Fu Yi felt a little relieved.

Perhaps for Su Yan, giving up his life and giving up his torture and struggle in the world is indeed the best choice. But this approach is selfish after all. He throws the pain he cannot bear to others, and that person is Wu Ya who loves him. He does this unfair to Wu Ya, but it is also the world who treats him unfairly first.

He chose a dead end with no choice, and Wu Ya, who is still in the world, will undoubtedly wander in the yin and yang realms and the boundaries of life and death for the second half of his life. Although he is still alive, he is in hell.

"I'm very glad that there are no bullets in that gun."

In the quiet cemetery, there was only the sound of light rain hitting the pine leaves, dripping and dripping, and Fu Yi's voice was pulled far away by the empty and silky sound of rain.

He said: "Or the person standing by my side now will be a murderer."

Wu Ya's whole body was already wet by the light rain. The rain wet his hair and climbed down from his forehead, flowing through his cold and hard side face lines.

"I'm glad, too."

His voice was hoarse and low, and smooth like an electrocardiogram that had lost its vitality. He looked at Su Yan's photo as if he was talking to the deceased: "For those three people, it's not worth losing another life."

Although this is extreme, it is the most rational way to deal with it for Wu Ya.

"What are your plans in the future?"

Fu Yi asked.

Wu Ya suddenly looked up at the sky covered by the storm of mist, and opened a faint curve at the corner of her lips: "Will I go to a place where it will not rain all year round and you can see blue sky and white clouds every day."

Seeing that he was speaking seriously, it didn't seem like crazy talk, Fu Yi asked, "Where?"

"Our hospital is organizing medical teams to Africa, maybe going to Niger, or maybe it is the end of the world. Wherever we go, we can count."

“…have you thought about it?”

Wu Ya seemed to laugh, but the laughter was dull and short, and it was difficult to capture.

He said: "I thought about it, it is the place closest to heaven, and perhaps the place that suits me the most."

Moreover, there are white clouds all over the sky.

Fu Yi turned to him, looked at his calm and cold side face and was silent for a while, and asked, "When will you come back?"

Wu Ya looked at him slightly, curled the corners of his lips, and sighed softly: "I don't know, maybe I will never come back."

The light rain was getting hurried and there was no stopping. Fu Yi handed the umbrella to his hand, looked into his eyes and said, "If you want to come back, I will wait for you in Yinjiang."

Wu Ya smiled, stepped forward and hugged him briefly, and said, "Thank you."

Before leaving, Fu Yi said to him: "I wish you peace."

Wu Ya said: "I wish you happiness."

After leaving the cemetery, Fu Yi stood at the gate of the cemetery and looked back and saw the black umbrella hidden in the rain and fog. The fog became thicker and thicker until it flooded him, as if he had walked towards the depths of the fog.

Although he left a promise to meet again, Fu Yi knew that this was the last time he had met Wu Ya.

The next day, the fog dissipated and the rain stopped. The autumn in Yinjiang City sent away the last wave of dry weather. The cold current was ready to go in the sky in the south, ready to sweep the northern sky at any time. The weather was obviously wetter and colder than before.

Fu Yi stood in front of the office window and witnessed a plane rising from the south of the city airport, drawing a distant arc in the sky, disappearing at the other end of the heaven.

He put down the teacup in his hand, took out the glasses he had pinned in his chest pocket and put them on. He turned around and walked out of the office, and met Yang Kaitai, who was coming to deliver documents at the door.

"Fu Team, this is the court--"

"Is Director Yang in the office?"

Fu Yi interrupted him.

Yang Kaitai was stunned: "Ah? It seems that he is there. I saw Team Chu enter the director's office just now."

"What did he do when he goes in?"

Fu Yi suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, Yang Kaitai said: "It seems that Team Chu has something to do and wants to ask for leave."

Fu Yi thought it was so late.

Seeing that he looked a little annoyed, Yang Kaitai looked at him and asked, "Do you have something to do with Director Yang?"

Fu Yi looked at him and smiled: "Yeah, there's something wrong."

As he said that, he patted his shoulder a little, then walked upstairs, and stopped again as soon as he stepped on the steps, and turned around and asked him, "Do you have time tonight?"

Yang Kaitai nodded without hesitation, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Yi smiled and said, "You will know later."

As he said that, he quickly walked upstairs.

Outside the director's office, he listened to the movement inside. The soundproof wooden door could not stop Director Yang's strong and powerful voice.

"A week? Do you really dare to speak with me? Are you going to get married or go on your honeymoon? You really dare to take a week off."

Then he heard Chu Xingyun sigh and said, "To be honest, Director Yang, I'm going to get married."

Fu Yi raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, how hard it is?

However, Director Yang didn't believe it and said, "Fart!"

I felt that my favour would be ruined if I dragged on, so Fu Yi knocked on the door and pushed it in after getting permission. He first looked at Chu Xingyun, who was standing in front of the director's desk, then stood beside Chu Xingyun and said straight to the point: "Director Yang, I want to take leave tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Director Yang:......

Is today an international strike day? Why are two of his generals and both of them asking for leave?

"What are you going to do?"

Director Yang touched the increasingly obvious Mediterranean above his head and said sadly.

Fu Yi had already thought of the reason and said, "My daughter has something to do at school, so I have to deal with it."

Director Yang: "...didn't your daughter just go to kindergarten?"

Fu Yixiao: "It's just that the child is young and there are many things to do."

Fu is the only single father in the criminal police team. He is very hard-working on weekdays. Director Yang is really embarrassed to refuse to criticize his fake. So he waved his hand and agreed.

Chu Xingyun smiled silly and said, "Then I--"

Director Yang raised his eyes and stared at him, and said with a stern face: "What are you? Do you have a daughter? Are you in school? You are all leaving, I'll help you with your work?"

Chu Xingyun said with a bitter face: "Hey, I'm really worried."

"What's the matter?"

"marry."

“…get out!”

Not only did Chu Xingyun not go away, he also took two steps forward and said, "Let's do this, as long as you give me a week off, even if you deduct all my future leave this year, I have no complaints, how about it?"

Director Yang narrowed his shiny little eyes, touched his chin and pondered for a moment, and said, "Well, this is still like a human word."

"Then are you criticizing it?"

"I've approved it, get out."

After leaving the director's office, Chu Xingyun walked forward a few steps, looked back, and saw that he was far away from the director's office, he cursed: "This old man is really not at a disadvantage."

Fu Yi pushed the mirror frame and asked, "When will you leave?"

"Where to go?"

"...You have asked for such a long time off, don't you leave Yinjiang?"

Chu Xingyun looked at him and smiled and said, "It's really impossible to hide anything from you."

Fu Yi thought to himself that you just exposed the purpose of asking for leave in the director's office too obviously. Director Yang didn't know the inside story, so he didn't believe it. Fu Yi knew the inside story, and of course he knew that he was talking nonsense as the truth.

Chu Xingyun said: "Let's go tomorrow."

"Are you with He Cheng?"

"Of course, don't you know?"

Fu Yi paused and said, "In fact, if it is not recognized in China, there is no substantive meaning to do it or not."

Chu Xingyun smiled, with warm and helpless eyes in his eyes and said, "I know, but I have nothing to give to him for his birthday. He mentioned this matter again and again, and has been in his heart for a long time. He didn't want me to do anything, just wanted me to treat him with care, so I wanted to take this opportunity to do it, just treat him as a birthday gift."

Fu Yi glanced at him, pinched his shoulder, and smiled and said, "Well, you're very attentive."

In the third floor police office, Chu Xingyun stood at the door and swept around, raised his hand and snapped his fingers at the direction where Qiao Shishi was, and said, "Girl, come with me."
To be continued...