Now, many reporters, colleagues, and strangers are asking him, "Zhan Zhao, what kind of person is he?" He remained silent, unwilling to say anything.
In the past, he often asked himself this question again and again, but in the end he had no answer. On the afternoon of April, he clearly remembered that he was lying on the sofa, listening to "Green Sleeves" and slowly fell asleep, but how could he meet Zhan Zhao in a dream?
It seemed to be a small town where I lived in the south of the Yangtze River when I was young. The sunshine was particularly attractive, and the fragrance of the trees flowed in the warm wind. Zhan Zhao, holding a police cap in his hand and wearing a dark blue police uniform, stood tall and tall under the camphor tree and gently called him with a smile, "Xiao Bai..."
Xiaobai...
Mandarin with a slight soft Wu accent is just like when we first met many years ago, it has not changed at all.
In the dream, he reached out and wanted to hold Zhan Zhao's hands, but the sudden sunlight behind him made him close his eyes. When he opened them again, there were already two worlds. In the empty villa, one person and one dog lay quietly, with only the piano sound of "Green Sleeves" playing back and forth on the record player.