Chapter 33

Mu Yaoyi did not wait for Mu Yao in the end. On the afternoon of the day he returned from the resort, Mu Yao received a notice from the Drug Enforcement Division of the S City Public Security Bureau. Mu Yaoyi was arrested by the anti-narcotics police on his way home from the bar late last night on suspicion of taking, transporting, and selling drugs. During the arrest, he fiercely resisted and attacked the police. After the arrest, more than 50 grams of No. 4 heroin were found in his belongings. The investigation has been completed and public prosecution has been launched. Family members are allowed to visit during the criminal detention.

 Mu Yao held the phone for a long time before he understood what the other party was saying. The flat syllables in the phone struck his tight eardrums with deafening force every time: Mu Yaoyi's mental state was extremely unstable during the interrogation process. After a medical evaluation, she was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. Since she was in a normal state during the commission of the crime, she must bear full criminal responsibility.

 Mu Yao heard his dull voice: "May I know how to convict her in this case?"

 "She will be sentenced to at least fifteen years in prison. Her circumstances are serious and the death penalty is more likely." The other party said businesslikely before hanging up the phone.

 Mu Yao put away his cell phone and rushed into the room to get his wallet. He was grabbed by Jian Ming: "下o Yao, calm down."

 "I'm going back to see her now. Let go." Mu Yao turned away from Jian Ming with a stiff face.

 He should have thought that when Mu Yaoyi called her late at night more than ten days ago and said that her grandmother was sitting on the roof opposite and crying, he should have noticed her abnormal hallucination, but he damned ignored it. For so many years, so many days and nights, he had tried his best to get rid of her shackles. He had tried thousands of times to distance himself from her. He never expected that there would be such a day when she would be with him in such a cruel and decisive way. Saying goodbye, the fire of heavenly karma was quietly ignited, burning until his skin was charred and his flesh was rotten.

 How could she do this? Mu Yao struggled fiercely in Jian Ming's arms, his eyes burned into black embers, and the severe pain ripped open his internal organs and soul. How could she do this? Just over ten days ago, she said he was her good boy. Just over ten days ago, he promised to go back to see her at the end of the month. How could she be so irresponsible and unreasonable without even saying hello? Just... did you go crazy?!

 "下o Yao!" Jian Ming hugged him and said anxiously, "Is it useful to run back like this in a daze?" Mu Yao's crazy look was frightening.

 "Let me go," the boy struggled toward the door with red eyes, and bumped into Jian Jing's chin: "Let me go! Let me go! Bastard!"

 "Stop!" Jian Ming shouted: "Are you going back to collect her body? Or do you want to collapse with her?"

 The boy suddenly froze and stood there for a long time. He suddenly lost all strength and his throat became dry and hoarse: "Jian...Jian..." He fell slumped into Jian Ming's arms like a tree stick cut off by a knife: "What should I... do? …"

 "Be obedient, be obedient, take a deep breath," Jian Jian hugged the boy tightly: "Calm down first and tell me the specific situation."

 Mu Yao squeezed his heart, which had insufficient blood supply and was convulsing, and recounted the contents of the phone call: "Jane...she is crazy...crazy...she will...die..." The boy murmured with his eyes straight.

 "Our country has always given harsher sentences for drug trafficking and transportation crimes. Coupled with resisting arrest and assaulting the police, the situation is not good." Jian Ming stared at the boy who was as pale as a ghost in his arms, his empty eyes as if his soul had been taken away: "But The law is nothing more than human relationships, so don't worry yet."

 "I'm going back to see her now." Mu Yao said and jumped up again. He couldn't sit down at all and couldn't calm down for a moment.

 "Listen to me!" Jian Jian stopped him: "What can you do if you run back and visit for ten minutes? Do you know the train number? You can get on the train at the station?"

 "Jian... everyone understands the truth, but she is my mother," Mu Yao groaned, covering his face, feeling empty in his heart: "How can I not be anxious? I am not you, and I can't keep your calmness."

 "Tomorrow," Jian Ming stroked his back: "Give me some time, I will go back with you tomorrow morning." His voice was steady and low, full of strange soothing power.

 Mu Yao's stiff joints relaxed as if listening to hypnosis, and he closed his eyes and was taken into the man's arms. The other party's warm chest vibrated slightly with the words: "Everything has room for change, even if the evidence is conclusive and the lawyer's eloquent tongue. Moreover, your mother's illness is also beneficial to the case." Jian Ming held up the boy's pale face. Cheek: "下oyao, be obedient. Running around like a headless fly will only do bad things."

 The boy stared at him blankly, like a young child: "Will she die?"

 "No, not even... no need to go to jail." Jian Ming's eyes were like a deep and quiet lake on the top of a distant mountain, peaceful and quiet, soothing the boy's anxious nerves. His tone was as slow and gentle as a breeze, with a clear and affirmative meaning: " The so-called mental state during the commission of the crime leaves a lot of room for negotiation in this determination."

 "Really?" Mu Yao's burning eyes were filled with mist.

 "Believe me," Jian Ming pressed the boy's head into his arms: "Have I ever broken my trust in you?" He kissed the boy's hairline and stroked his thin, trembling hair over and over again. The clothes from the back to the chest were slowly soaked.

 Mu Yao and Jian Ming returned to S City the next morning. This dilapidated and gloomy town was covered with ruins. They huddled up in the cold wind and rain of late autumn all night, and they still didn't wake up. Pedestrians passing by the car windows were shadowy, their shoulders and spines hunched, their necks hunched and arms folded as they passed by, just like the lingering streets beneath their feet. Garbage entangled with dead leaves roared and danced in the cold wind, and slapped people's cheeks fiercely.

 Director Chen of the S City Public Security Bureau personally accompanied Jian Ming and Mu Yao to visit Mu Yaoyi. The female police officer in charge of supervision was instructed to retreat to the farthest side of the door. But what's the point? Mu Yao stared across the clear glass barrier at the woman who would no longer pursue him urgently with her passionate and painful eyes. She could no longer understand his words. She would no longer harass him in the middle of the night. He didn't even know how to pick up the microphone on the wall.

 She seemed to be much younger all of a sudden, her eyes were bright and clear, her beautiful face was fair and smooth, and even the faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes had disappeared. The body sitting upright on the bench was as graceful and graceful as every time it came into view before, silent, well-behaved, and peaceful. Only that look that can't find the end through everything... Mu Yao's heart twisted into a ball. With such clear eyes and such a beautiful face... how could he take drugs?! Why do you want to sell drugs?! How could you be... crazy...

 Because it was not a drug hiding place, Mu Yao's home was not sealed. Jian Ming sent him home first and went to meet the relevant personnel of the case alone.

 Mu Yao stood in front of this house that was as deserted as ruins. The open door looked like a huge black mouth, waiting to devour someone. The weeds in the cracks of the bricks beside the door are only prickly stems, wilted, yellow and withered, rotten and withered. The four stiff and cold walls chanted like Sanskrit chants, retelling the past that was unbearable to look back on...his childishness, her youth...

 The cold wind passed through his armpits, and he vaguely saw her vivid figure again, her unrestrained laughter like silver bells... her gorgeous, mysterious, and sad dance... the gloomy magnolia fragrance like miasma, old, weak, depressed, all-pervasive The ground penetrates and swirls between their interpenetrating, bloody and tearing breaths...

 During Mu Yaoyi's court hearing, Mu Yao was not allowed to attend the court hearing: "You are mine, and obeying my opinion is the only thing you can do." The boy's fierce resistance quickly fell apart in this high-pressure and coercive force. , as if subconsciously they have been waiting for this kind of hard restraint and control.

 This case, which could be successfully adjudicated with zero confession and with solid evidence, finally disappeared without a trace like the last yellow leaf on a branch under the gloomy and gloomy sky of S City. Mu Yaoyi was transferred to City B Mental Hospital for medical parole one month later, with a period of fifteen years for criminal prosecution.

 "I want to go to Yao Mountain to see that cliff..." Mu Yao said to Jian Ming two days before leaving.

 The man frowned and remained silent, holding the boy's arm as thin as a chicken bone as he climbed the long-lost hillside. The cold wind carried the cold rain, provocatively enveloping their cold torsos. The sky is dim, the vision is cut off by the depth ahead, the path is cut off like a rupture, the bottom of the valley falls like an abyss, and the bones of the river lie dead and stiff, pale and still, frozen in the shot of its last breath...

 Mu Yao fell ill immediately after returning to City B. It seemed that all his energy was exhausted by the cold air of City S. Jian Ming was extremely busy, with a mountain of affairs on one side and a weak lover on the other. Fortunately, the pointer on the stubborn dial will neither be quick due to happiness nor slow due to pain. It remains the same, unrelenting, and walks straight through that chaotic time.

 It took two weeks for Mu Yao's health to improve. Jian Ming stood with him on the long winding corridor of the hospital, looking at the quiet woman in white who was pushed out by special care to bask in the sun. Mu Yao found a ray of skylight imprinted on her fair and smooth forehead. She raised her face, unconsciously pulled the corners of her mouth, and opened a bright, eternal, sweet smile...

 Time is filled again, and the raised collar of the clothes quietly smoothes the stiff neck bones in the noisy and orderly winter campus. Mu Yao hurriedly walked through the bare tree-lined avenue with a stack of books in his arms. Jian Ming just called to tell him that there was a fireworks show in Hawan Harbor today and that he would be picked up to watch it with him.

 "Is it cold? I don't want you to put on more clothes in the morning." When he got in the car, he touched his thin cheek.

 Mu Yao's open lips smile: "Not cold, I want to fully feel the invasion of cold winter."

 Look at him briefly: "Faults."

 "Now you know I have a problem?" The boy laughed freely. "It's too late, brother Jane."

 The man looked ahead to the side of the face, and gently rolled up a wisp, soft smile.

 The night of the Bay Port is colorful, with two people in the sea restaurant with a simple dinner, Mu Yao's eyes are glued to the window next to the deep fear of missing the wonderful show, can enjoy the warmth of fireworks in this cold winter, how can not be exciting.

 "Eat quickly," Jian knocked him on the head. "If you don't eat well now, how can you enjoy watching fireworks later?"

 "Oh, oh, I know, I know." The boy laughed and played perfunctory, completing the task like three times two chops clean the rice in the bowl. Simply and helplessly called in to pay the bill.

 The sea wind is cold and rapid, the spray of the spray kisses the cold wave of early winter, and the violent rolling waves beat the dark reef. Deep sky, like waking up from a dream burst a blossoming enchanting fireworks, burning, disturbing, empty sky... Mu Yao leaned in front of concise, quietly, put his hand into the pocket of the man's black heavy coat, raised his face, and closed his eyes, feeling the wisp, warm and appropriate peace.