The newly appointed county magistrate Gu Huaizhi interrogated the notorious "ghost-handed thief" Ah Jiu in the county jail. She was disheveled, had no posture, and looked like a fool, but her eyes were astonishingly bright.
"Name."
"Ajiu."
"What did you commit?"
She tilted her head and smiled, with a bit of cynicism: "That's too many. Which one do you want to hear?"
Gu Huaizhi's hand holding the file tightened slightly. He had imagined meeting again countless times, but it should never be in this dark and damp prison. The inexperienced little thief in front of him was completely different from the girl who had stuffed a peach blossom into his hand under the moonlight seven years ago and said with a smile, "Goodbye, little bookworm."
She forgot about him.
That's fine. Those things that he once thought were unforgettable may be just convenient to her.
Gu Huaizhi suppressed all his emotions and returned to his usual cold voice: "What you have committed shall be severely punished according to law. I will give you a chance to redeem your merits."
Ah Jiu rolled his eyes, seeming to be calculating something, and finally grinned: "Okay, a case has been solved? But first, I don't follow any rules."
He looked at the philistine shrewdness in her eyes, and the cunning that could not be hidden, which was exactly the same as before, and the frozen corner in his heart suddenly cracked open.
Ah Jiu, this time, I won't let you disappear from my world.
Purpose: This is a story about redemption and reconstruction. Two people walking alone in their own worlds, in the ultimate identity conflict, rediscovered each other's original intentions that have not changed. He found a place for the moral justice in her heart, and she injected human warmth into his cold legal world. In the end, one of them took off his official robe and the other took off his guard, and together they built a home called "home" on the ruins.