The day the verdict came down was an ordinary weekend.

Song Yuhang taught her how to cook.

Lin Fan was standing in the kitchen, with sunlight streaming in from the glass window. She pressed the carrot with her slender white fingers, cutting the hob one by one in accordance with the method taught by Song Yuhang.

Accustomed to the thinness and sharpness of the scalpel, picking up the kitchen knife was a bit cumbersome, not as handy as she thought. Lin Fan's forehead oozes a little sweat, and he bit his lips slightly, and the corners of his eyes are a little red when he is anxious.

Song Yuhang watched her every move next to him with fear.

"Or, I'm bored, forget it, I'll do it."

Lin Fan raised his head and glared at her coldly, still a little puffed up.

"If you want to control, I have to learn."

Song Yuhang helped the emperor. Didn't she just go to Song's house for dinner a few days ago, she inadvertently praised Ji Jingxing's food, is it delicious?

Lin Fan missed it when she came back. Not only did she not let her go to sleep in the bedroom that night, but she didn't give her anything, but finally took the opportunity to push people to bed. Lin Fan tried the same trick again and stopped her with Ba Rou and blindfolded her. , Silk scarf and handcuffs three-piece suit.

After all, she was the first to make the mistake, Song Yuhang was half pushing and half pushing, there was suffering, "painful not wanting to live".

After that time, she thought it was all over, who knew this was just the beginning.

Song Yuhang watched the sharp blade sway on her thin fingertips, and his scalp numb for a while.

She swallowed, "I'm tired of it, I'm tired of it, should I buy a few white rats, rabbits, and pheasants to come back for you to practice?"

Song Yuhang is kind, and the subtext that Lin Fan understands is: You are not suitable for this, so forget it.

Lin Nian was furious. As soon as the knife slipped, the carrot on the chopping board flew out and fell into the sink.

"Be careful!"

Song Yuhang dashed forward, grabbed her hand and put it in his mouth without looking at it, holding it gently.

The fingertips were wrapped in the warm mouth, not only did not hurt, but there was a very strange sensation.

Lin Fan raised his eyes to look at her.

Song Yuhang kept his head down, licking the wound intently for her, the broken hair on his forehead slightly covered his eyes, and his expression was anxious and serious, as if she had a terrible terminal illness.

"Are you okay?"

Feeling the gaze of his lover, Song Yuhang came back to his senses, let go of her finger, and didn't pay attention to whether it tasted **** or not, so he went to get her band-aids.

Lin Fan grabbed the person, his lips curled slightly, his expression was arrogant, and his tone was slightly annoying.

"Come back, no need, how can I be so vulnerable."

Song Yuhang was at a loss: "Huh?"

She shook her white fingers.

"Look clearly, there is no wound. Really, didn't you taste the blood after licking it? The knife is fast, but I will stop it..."

Before she finished speaking, Song Yuhang had been watching her.

The eyes were full of tenderness, and some unspeakable distress.

"Do you really want to learn?"

Lin Fan's voice gradually lowered: "Um..."

Song Yuhang turned around, hugged her waist, pushed people to the stove, and stretched out his hands to wash hands with her.

Her palm is wide enough to wrap her.

The dense foam spilled over the palms, covering the backs of the palms and hands.

A pleasant smile gradually appeared at the corner of Lin Fan's lips.

After the foam on her hands was cleaned, Song Yuhang put the cutting board back in place and took out a washed carrot.

Lin Fan held the knife first, and she gently covered the back of her hand, doing the same with the other hand.

"Like this, cut from here, it's not easy to slip..."

Song Yuhang taught her hands-on, talking and doing, patient, meticulous, and focused.

Lin Tien was very serious in learning, without raising his head, he made cuts and cuts along with her strength.

"Is that right?"

Sunflowers are thriving outside the window.

Her profile was as white as jade, and blood vessels were faintly visible, except for the mole on the corner of her eye.

It's not so much a mole of tears, it's more of a scar left by her undercover career.

It was Lin Wei who ironed the wire on himself.

In order to be 100% able to pretend to be Pei Jinhong, for the success of the action, and for her own safety, she sacrificed too many things, including the face she was proud of before. Song Yuhang repeatedly emphasized that she didn't mind these, she still came back before she was discharged from the hospital.

At that time, Lin Fan was sitting on the hospital bed, wearing a blue and white gown, smiling slightly, his smile was so pale and feeble.

She said this: "I didn't like the identity of Lin Wei very much before, and I tried my best to escape from it. This is the only time I want to live in the sun so much, and use the name Lin Wei to stay with you for a lifetime."

Song Yuhang felt so distressed, but he respected any decision she made. The operation was successful, but the scalded scar, because it was poked too deep at the time, and the wound was infected again, and it couldn't go away for a while.

She looked at it, touched it lightly like a ghost, felt the bumpy touch of her fingertips, and opened her mouth.

"Does it hurt?"

Lin thought she was asking about the finger cut just now, and didn't lift her head: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."

The hand covering the back of his hand lost its strength.

She raised her head in shock, and fell into a pair of light brown pupils.

Since returning from the undercover, she has always looked at her with this look.

Song Yuhang's eyes can speak, and the sea is full of stars. Lin Fei's every move will overflow with love.

She always has an illusion that no matter what she wants her to do, even if it is to die, she will be happy.

Lin Fei's heart jumped with joy, and at the same time, she had a secret panic.

How can I be worthy of such love?

Isn’t it all said that a good horse is equipped with a good saddle, but a nanny can only be equipped with a security guard?

A person covered with mud like himself is actually not worthy of such grand and sincere love.

Four eyes face each other.

Song Yuhang understood her thoughts.

Nothing can be hidden from her eyes.

She stroked the raised scar lightly, her voice softened, so she was a little dumb.

"Lin Wei, let's get married, I want to give you a home."

A home that is enough to make her forget all the restless thoughts now, the sense of ritual is still second.

She wanted to make her feel safe, so that these eyes would no longer be frightened, no longer bitter, no longer crying, no longer panicked, no longer self-defeating.

She deserves the best things in the world.

The sliced ​​radish rolled to the ground.

Lin Fan didn't answer for a long time, his eyes turned red and his mouth opened.

Song Yuhang watched her frown and every move nervously.

"I..." She just spit out a single syllable.

The TV rang, and the relaxing and cheerful morning music was replaced by real-time news.

"Recently, the Binhai Provincial Higher People's Court publicly sentenced Zhao Junfeng, former member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee, Deputy Secretary of the Political and Legal Committee, and Director of the Provincial Public Security Department, in a criminal case. The defendant Zhao Junfeng was charged with corruption and accepting bribes, sheltering and conniving underworld organizations, and abuse of power. He was sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve, deprived of political rights for life, and confiscated all his personal property illegal gains. Zhao Junfeng expressed his obedience to the verdict in court and no longer appeals."

The hostess's bright mouth was closed on the TV, and his photo and a video were shown on the screen.

The old man over sixties has white beard and hair, wearing a prison uniform, crouching at his waist, and apologizing to the camera.

Song Yuhang's hand supporting Lin Tidy's waist slowly slipped down.

The hostess took another press release from the table, raised her head and made a generous statement, filled with righteous indignation.

"In the same case, ten people including Hu Senji, former director of the Binhai Provincial Drug Control Bureau, Nie Bin, deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Corps of the Binhai Provincial Public Security Department, Li Wei, deputy director of the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, and Zheng Chengrui, a technician from the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau’s Cybersecurity Brigade, were all detained. The sentence ranges from life imprisonment to fifteen years in prison."

"So far, the largest gang-related case in Binhai Province since its founding was announced. 256 people, including triad organizations, were sentenced. Its leader, Lin Jueshui, was sentenced to death and executed immediately and deprived of political rights for life."

It turns out that the inner ghost is not a "person", but a lot of people.

No wonder she has been pursuing the truth for so many years to no avail.

It was only at this moment that Lin Fan felt a sense of settled in a trance.

Her eye sockets were hot, she raised her head slightly, and the tears slipped down.

Song Yuhang hugged the person into her arms, and Lin Wei trembled slightly in her arms, biting her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from crying.

She stroked the back of her head again and again, her eyes were a little sad, looked at the sunflower outside the courtyard, and kissed her forehead again.

"It's okay, just cry if you want, just cry out."

"What are you crying... I should... laugh."

She buried her head in her arms with a smile on the corners of her lips, trying to make herself happy, but the tears flowed more and more, finally holding her heart-cracking and weeping.

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After the verdict came down, Zhao Junfeng was transferred to Binhai Provincial Prison to serve his sentence.

Song Yuhang accompanied his wife to see him.

Two people waited at the door anxiously.

"Zhao Junfeng, someone came to see you."

The iron gate opened with a bang. The old man with white sideburns clucked back in a "zebra suit" and walked out.

He suddenly raised his head, seeing them, his body shook slightly, his lips were shaking, his wrists were handcuffed, and he turned and left.

"No, no..."

His mouth was plausible.

Before Song Yuhang could move, her mother had already jumped up and slapped the glass window.

"Old Zhao, Old Zhao..."

The faint call finally came out through the loudspeaker.

Zhao Junfeng stopped, but he still didn't look back.

"Let's go back…"

He spoke with difficulty and turned to leave.

Song Yuhang also took a step closer: "Teacher..."

As soon as the words were spoken, she gritted her teeth and quickly changed her words: "Your sentence has come down, and I don't know if there will be a chance to see you again in the future."

The old man also lay on the glass, crying at his back.

This sob seemed to be a condemnation of him.

Zhao Junfeng clasped his hands hard and pinched the tiger's mouth. In the end, he drew his handcuffs inside, hid them in his sleeves, turned around, and looked at his lover through the window.

The old man covered his lips, tears flowing.

Song Yuhang supported her and gently patted her back for her comfort.

Zhao Junfeng walked slowly and staggeringly, stroking the window with his fingers, as if he could touch her gray hair.

Maybe it was because he hadn't rested well in the past few days, his eyes were very red and his voice was a little dumb.

"Go back, take good care of yourself, take the medicine on time, and review it in time."

"You received the clothes I asked Yu Hang to bring to you last time. What are you missing? Tell me, I will bring them to you next time."

Zhao Junfeng smiled, and he rattled when he moved the handcuffs on his wrists.

"I want to eat the dumplings you made, stuffed with cabbage."

"Hey, okay, okay, when you come back, I will wrap it for you, I know, the skin should be thin, and the filling should be more. Just eat the thin and not the fat."

The old man responded with tears, and took some warm and cold clothing to him, reminding him of everything.

"It's cold, your old cold legs, I brought you a plaster."

"There are also warm clothes. Wear them inside to be warm."

"Two pairs of cotton tow, change to wear."

"I also brought some toiletries. If you don't have enough, you can ask someone to send you a letter."

Zhao Junfeng thought she would ask herself why she came in, but she didn't mention a word, but kept asking him to take good care of his body, and her eyes were slightly red.

He took a step back, and in just a few months, he was too old, his body was shaky, and his hands began to tremble.

"I know... you go back too, don't make people laugh."

The visiting time was approaching, and the prison guards began to urge.

The old man was almost limp to the ground, relying on Song Yuhang's support.

He raised his eyes and glanced at her, moving his lips: "I did these things by myself and has nothing to do with her. If you are free, go and see her for me."

Song Yuhang didn't answer, Zhao Junfeng's lips showed a sarcasm, shook his head, and turned to leave.

Now, what right does he have to ask her to do anything.

Song Yuhang handed the old man to the prison guard who was waiting to help him first, leaned close to the microphone, and said in a deep voice.

"I will, after all, I don't eat less dumplings, but can you tell me why you want to do this?"

She has sharp eyes like a sword, staring at his back, hoping to turn around or answer.

Zhao Junfeng smiled bitterly and raised his foot to continue walking.

Song Yuhang clenched his fists tightly, his finger bones whitening.

"Do you remember what you told me when you first saw me?"

Back in time when she was eighteen.

She had just been admitted to the police academy for each other. Even though she had fighting experience in the provincial sports team, she was only a drop in the ocean in this place.

In the first class of the school, whether it was free combat, rapid firing of the ten-meter pistol, or physical fitness, they were all miserably abused.

The male classmate in the class joked: "A woman still wants to be a criminal policeman, it's better to get a clerical messenger."

Song Yuhang red eyes, clutching his injured arm, limped and walked away, and everyone behind him burst into laughter.

In the evening, the classmates all went back to the dormitory to rest, and she stood on the ring playing sandbags alone, without wearing gloves, until she was exhausted and blood leaked from her fingers.

She knelt down on the ground, leaned back slowly, and lay on the ground panting heavily.

What reverberated in my ears was the laughter of the classmates during the day.

"Get up, isn't it the provincial champion?"

"What champion, water made it!"

"According to me, don't come to grab a spot with us, go home early and marry your child."

…

Song Yuhang gritted his teeth, tears rolling in his eyes.

The originally dark gymnasium was suddenly brightly lit, and she subconsciously raised her arm to block the dazzling light, and a somewhat cold voice came over.

"stand up."

She stared in astonishment at the middle-aged man standing in front of him. He was wearing an old jacket and had an upright Chinese character face.

"you are?"

She hadn't seen him in school.

The man repeated it again: "Get up."

I don't know why, his waist is straight, and there is an aura of no anger on his body, which makes people subconsciously want to obey him.

Song Yuhang put up his arms vigorously, and the man saw that her body was shaking, with a smile on his lips, he stretched out his hand to help her.

Song Yuhang stood still, still a little puzzled: "This is the police academy. You can't enter and leave casually. Who are you?"

The man did not answer her question. He just said: "This is the police academy, and there are only two kinds of people, the police and the reserve police."

Song Yuhang was taken aback, he had already turned and walked away, when he was about to disappear at the door.

The young man chased for a few steps: "Hey, who are you?"

The man paused, turned his head slightly, light and darkness cut his body.

"You will know later."

The next day, fighting class.

The classmates changed into white taekwondo suits, crowds were crowded, and some were whispering.

"Hey, have you heard? A new instructor will come today. I heard that he is a second-level police inspector of the Provincial Anti-drug Corps. He has done countless merits and has captured drug dealers in Southeast Asia, which is very powerful."

Generally this kind of glamorous resume is suspected of being fraudulent. Song Yuhang curled his lips in a noncommittal way, wrapped his glove belt, and suddenly raised his head, Zhao Junfeng walked in.

He changed into a new navy blue uniform, with a straight waist, a wide-brimmed hat, and two four-pointed star flowers and silver olive branches on his shoulders.

At that time, he had no gray hair on his sideburns, and his figure was not out of shape. His fingers were close to the trousers, and he raised his hand to salute.

"Hello everyone, my name is Junfeng Zhao, a guest professor at Binhai Police Academy. For the next few days, I will serve as the instructor of the course "Police Physical Fitness and Police Practical Skills Training"."

At that time, his vigorous spirit formed a sharp contrast with the old and depressed people now, especially the prison uniform on his body, which was even more dazzling.

Song Yuhang gritted his teeth: "You said, in the police academy, there are only two kinds of people, the police and the reserve police."

"Later I graduated to work, and you rushed to Jiangcheng from the provincial government to see me conferring the title. You said..."

She paused briefly and raised her head slightly to prevent the tears from sliding down.

"In the Public Security Bureau, there are only two types of people, the policemen who have already sacrificed, and the policemen who are ready to sacrifice at any time."

"What about you, which kind are you?"

He was speechless when he asked, Zhao Junfeng was silent for a long time, staring at the sharp handcuffs on his wrists.

Song Yuhang kept looking at his back, waiting for an answer.

Zhao Junfeng slowly raised his foot, still walking forward without saying a word. The prison guard had already opened the iron gate.

"Master..." Song Yuhang's heart tightened, his eyes were red, and he shouted dumbly.

Zhao Junfeng's footsteps paused slightly, and his back straightened up again. The end was approaching, and the old man thought that in this life, apart from his lover, there was nothing else that could cause waves in his heart.

Song Yuhang is an exception.

Young people are calm, smart and motivated, and the most important thing is to have an indomitable golden heart.

There are only a handful of girls in the police academy.

His classes are naturally very demanding. The actual combat training has a certain casualty rate. Song Yuhang is often beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. After the class, he is left alone to practice until late at night.

Sometimes when Zhao Junfeng returns to the stadium to close the door, she can still see her hitting a sandbag, panting, and dripping with sweat on her short hair.

He stood watching her from the audience: "Why are you so desperate? Isn't it good to do logistics?"

Song Yuhang panted and knocked the sandbag away with a punch.

"Why admit defeat, isn't it good to be on the front line?"

Zhao Junfeng shook his head: "It's not good, it's dangerous."

"There is a risk of choking to death when eating, and there is a risk of choking to death when drinking water. Even sleeping at home is also a risk of sudden death. Is it because we are afraid of the risk, we don't eat, drink or sleep?"

Surprising answers, moments of pride and ambition like this, maybe every policeman will have it when he is young.

Zhao Junfeng supported the ground with one hand and stepped onto the ring.

"Your action is wrong. Take a step back and wait until the sandbag is back."

"Yes, left uppercut."

"Right, down the road, whip the leg, the sandbag is the enemy, don't let it approach you."

…

Song Yuhang perspired like rain according to his instructions.

One hour later, I completed the whole set of action essentials, which was not only efficient, but also very sentimental.

She slumped on the ground, panting, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, and handed over a can of Coke.

"Good fight."

Song Yuhang raised his eyes and glanced at him, stretched out his hand to take the Coke, opened the tab of the can, drank it, wiped the corners of his lips for a while.

"Thank you, Instructor Zhao."

From that day on, when Song Yuhang came back to the boxing gym every night, he would meet him most of the time.

Zhao Junfeng sometimes greeted her and sometimes pointed her to the essentials of her actions. She called him from the instructor at the beginning to the teacher, and finally to the master.

Zhao Junfeng is the person she admired most throughout her school days, her ideal, beacon and guide.

This master awakened his long-lost memories.

He remembered that on the day of her graduation, the two of them made an appointment for the last punch. From the beginning, she couldn't beat him, until they were evenly matched, and then he was willing to go down.

Song Yuhang spent four full years.

In the past four years, she has been looking forward to this day all the time. When she really beats people to the ground, Song Yuhang has a sense of sorrow, which means that she has grown up and Zhao Junfeng is getting old.

At that time, he had a few strands of white hair on his sideburns, and his skills were not as flexible as before. She fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. Song Yuhang stretched out his hand to help him.

"master…"

Zhao Junfeng waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I have arthritis again..."

She helped people to the ring and sat down, Zhao Junfeng digs out two cans of Coke from her bag and handed her a bottle.

"Come on, happy graduation."

Song Yuhang was startled, and also opened the tab, and touched a full cup with him, and the bubble overflowed.

"Happy Graduation."

At the end, the young man felt a little unhappy.

"It's been four years, would you invite me to drink this?"

Zhao Junfeng laughed and patted her shoulder hard.

"The police school has regulations that students in the school are not allowed to drink alcohol."

Song Yuhang muttered: "It seems like you can drink it after work."

Speaking of going to work, Zhao Junfeng's face was filled with a smile, and it became a little meaningful.

"Working is the beginning of your career."

Song Yuhang put the can aside and moved his shoulders: "I've been waiting for this day."

Zhao Junfeng smiled slightly, took a sip of Coke and stopped drinking. The doctor no longer allowed him to drink high-sugar and high-calorie beverages.

"Interpol's career is not as easy as you think. You will encounter danger, you will also experience setbacks, and even..."

He paused briefly: "There are still many invisible temptations."

Song Yuhang seemed to understand, and took a sip of the can: "Have you experienced all of what you said?"

Zhao Junfeng was silent for a long while, then glanced at his watch.

"It's getting late, I should go back."

Song Yuhang got up to send him off and helped him from the seat. Zhao Junfeng picked up the backpack and patted his back.

"Don't send it off, aren't you going to report tomorrow? Go back and rest early."

I don't know why, today's Zhao Junfeng always makes her feel unpredictable.

Song Yuhang didn't know where this feeling came from, she just chased out the gate of the boxing gym and stood in the sunset waving at him.

"Master, goodbye."

Zhao Junfeng paused slightly.

She folded her hands into a trumpet shape: "Take care of your body, no matter how far I go, wherever I go, you are my master, and I will come back to see you!"

Just like a slow-motion replay of a movie with a telephoto, she will always remember the appearance of Zhao Junfeng slowly turning around that evening.

Just like this moment.

Two prison guards stood him on the left and the other, and the old man turned around with difficulty. At that moment, she saw the long-lost smile on his face, and the decadence and despair on his body was wiped out.

Just like when she was twenty-two years old.

Zhao Junfeng of each other also smiled and tapped his fingers on his temples, his actions were so energetic and unrestrained.

He said: "Yu Hang, come on, find a master if you have difficulties, who dares to bully you in Jiangcheng, let him come to me."

Song Yuhang laughed out loud. She is thankful for her ability to not bully others now.

Before she could say anything, Zhao Junfeng quickly turned and left, waved her not to send it away, and disappeared from the campus.

Some people say that the age of eighteen is a coming-of-age ceremony, but Song Yuhang has always felt that this year of work is only.

After that, she encountered many setbacks and hardships, and she gritted her teeth. Although she didn't go to Zhao Junfeng, she still remembered his words. She regarded a 22-year-old adult as a student and gave it to her. Warmth and comfort.

This record is many years.

Until now, facing the detective who has been able to act alone, Zhao Junfeng can no longer say to take care of her, nor can he raise his hand as vigorous as he did in the past.

His eyes were a little sad, and there was a hint of expectation: "Yu Hang, I can't get up, but...you can."

When he called out his name, Song Yuhang couldn't help it, his head pressed against the glass and clenched into a fist.

"Why...why is this?"

The old man shook his head sadly: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get a tiger. If you want to fight the darkness, you must go deep into the darkness."

"This is the reason why you and Ding Ye are embarrassed?!" Song Yuhang's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and roared.

Zhao Junfeng trembled, his lips trembled, and he turned his head slowly: "You won't understand... You don't understand... Go back... Go back... Don't come again..."

Song Yuhang looked at his back and roared: "I wrestle with the darkness, just because I am wearing a police uniform, carrying the national emblem on the brim of my hat, and carrying justice on my shoulders. If I associate with the darkness, how different is it from criminals!"

Zhao Junfeng paused and said nothing, but in handcuffs, he let the prison guards help him go away.

The iron gate closed again before her eyes.

Song Yuhang stretched out of his body and sat on the chair, covering his eyes with his hands, his shoulders shaking slightly.

What she didn't expect was that Zhao Junfeng said not to come again, and it was really a farewell.

The day after she returned to Jiangcheng, she received a call from the prison. He suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died on the way to the hospital.

The receiver in Song Yuhang's hand slipped down, and his body shook slightly, and Lin Tien helped her stabilize her.

"Yu Hang!"

She came back to look at the worried eyes of her lover, and smiled reluctantly: "I'm fine..."

He said it was okay, but his eyes were red.

Lin Fan nodded: "Let's go, let's drive."

After finishing Zhao Junfeng's aftermath, Song Yuhang retrieved his ashes from the funeral home. As soon as she walked out the door, the old man waiting next to him rushed over and snatched the box in her hand.

The old man squatted his back, his hair was all white, and because he was not in the mood to take care of him, he was stuck together one by one. She wore a dirty old cotton-padded jacket, stepped on cotton shoes with open heels, and hobbled out.

He spoke vigorously: "Lao Zhao... Lao Zhao... Go home... Go home..."

Lin Fei drove on the way back to Jiangcheng. Waiting for the traffic lights, Song Yuhang kept his head tilted and looked at the canteen on the side of the street.

There was a van parked there unloading goods, and the workers were busy in and out carrying boxes of drinks.

Lin Nian looked over there, "What's the matter?"

Song Yuhang: "I want to drink Coke."

When she got home, she unscrewed the Coke bottle and took the first sip, tears welled up.

Lin Nian hugged her from behind, put his head on her shoulder, and tightened his arms.

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After Zhao Junfeng passed away, Song Yuhang went to see his mother once a week, and he was unstoppable in rain or shine.

One Friday, when she was about to leave, she received a call from the community: The elderly had dementia and was hospitalized.

When she hurried to the provincial capital, the mother didn't know her anymore. She took other old men and took a bite of "Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao, I'll make dumplings for you."

The staff of the nursing home complained: "The old lady is at home alone and can’t stay there. She runs out every day and picks up trash to eat. The community really has no choice but to send us here. I said, what are you children like? What's going on..."

Song Yuhang looked red: "I am not..."

Her voice was so small that the staff did not hear her clearly.

"what?"

Song Yuhang spoke plausibly and turned his head back abruptly: "She has no children and is dead a long time ago. Take care of her, no matter how much money, I will pay."

The staff was taken aback, looking at her leaving back, confused: "Neurotic..."

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Ding Ye has been executed, Zhao Junfeng has also been killed, the rest have also been punished, and all the dust has settled.

There is only one major event hanging in Song Mu's heart.

That was Song Yuhang's marriage.

Seeing that the two of them are already big and young, especially Song Yuhang, Lin Wei didn’t tell me about the injury, and it makes people heady when they think of it. Although the two are in stable relationship now, they will always think more when they are old. , She is the only daughter, still want to see the day she put on her wedding dress.

So it was indispensable to knock on the side and come to the door to offer condolences. Lin Fan not only had to endure the physical attack of the old man every time he came to feed the pigs, but also the magical attack brought by her resentful eyes. .

Song Yuhang was even more troubled. Lin Fei made up her mind long ago not to marry Gaddink. She has proposed more than once or twice, and has never let go.

Seeing that Lin Wei couldn't make any sense, Mother Song was no longer so polite to her child, she should be beaten or scolded.

Lin Fan saw Song Yuhang sitting upright in the living room listening to Song Mu's teachings more than once in the middle of the night.

"When are you getting married?!"

Song Yuhang cried and said, "Mom, you have to ask about it!"

"I asked, every time you wait, you don't think about it, is it because you have done something wrong, which makes people angry, or why have you not married you for so long?!"

Mother Song's saliva and stars almost flew to her face.

Song Yuhang's face was full of cows, and he almost knelt down.

"Mom, it's really not my reason..."

"I don't care, I haven't been alive in a few years, and I want to see you get married in the rest of my life.

Got.

The ultimate ultimate move came out.

Suddenly, the girl was in tears.

Lin Fan didn't even have the heart to go to the toilet.

At the end of the development, Ji Jingxing also joined the army of urging marriages, and also added a Xiaowei, this fighting force was just now, and Song Lin was retreating steadily.

Lin Fan gritted his teeth, "You are not married yet, what right do you have to say about me?"

Ji Jingxing's face Han Chunguang: "Who said that I am not married, I am soon, now I will leave you."

The three of them were talking in the living room, the door opened, and a middle-aged man took Xiao Wei and stood at the door.

Song Lin Qi turned his head swiftly, he actually has the key to Ji Jing expert!

Mother Song also poked her head out of the kitchen: "Xiao Liang, here you are, sit down, sit down!"

Xiao Wei broke away from his hand, carrying a schoolbag and carrying snow particles on his body, and plunged into his mother's arms.

"Mom, Uncle Liang accompanied me to play downstairs in the snow for a while before he came up. He also bought me skis and said that he would take us to the ski resort on weekends."

The man was a few years older than Ji Jingxing, looked very honest and honest, stood aside holding a snowboard, and smiled at them.

"Hello, my name is Liang Shi. When I worked at the law firm, I was a colleague with Jingxing."

The two people looked at each other, their eyes rose at the same time:

This is too fast.

Later Liang Shi went to help Mama Song cooking, drove the old man out of the kitchen, and put on an apron to fry and fry.

Four women knocked sunflower seeds around the fire.

Song Yuhang only knew that Liang Shi had been in love with her secretly for many years, and he had a failed marriage with his ex-wife. He was already in junior high school and didn't interact much.

Perhaps it was because of similar experiences. During Ji Jingxing’s most helpless days, while treating Xiaowei, he had to work and earn money to support her family. Liang Shi not only gave her a lot of orders, but also helped her take care of Xiaowei. , The two slowly came together, and now the wedding date is almost set.

At the end of the topic, Mother Song and Ji Jingxing cast their hopeful eyes on them: "Now we are waiting for your good news."

Lin Wei's scalp was numb for a while, and if Xiao Wei hadn't pulled her to prevent her from leaving, he would have escaped.

At the end of the matter, Fang Xin Duancheng also joined the marriage urging army, and finally the four of them gathered together to play once. They opened their mouths and closed their mouths to get married, especially Duan Cheng, hugging Fang Xin's shoulders and said with joy.

"Lin sister, look, you and Team Song have escaped so many times, it's hard to tolerate if you don't get married."

"Although same-sex marriage is not recognized in China, it also gives each other a sense of ritual."

"Fang Xin and I have already met our parents, clanging, and wearing engagement rings."

Duan Cheng took his girlfriend's hand and shook it, the platinum ring almost blinding Song Lin's dog's eyes.

Lin Fan's lips twitched, trying to sew his mouth with a needle and thread.

Duan Cheng, let's go on: "Let me say that Team Song is too bitter, don't you know that during the days when you were away, she was so bitter every day, she washed her face with tears, and ran to the detention center... "

Got.

Song Yuhang had already rushed forward without waiting for Lin Wei to do it.

"Western food can't stop your mouth!"

Duan Cheng took the pre-dinner bread she threw over, chewed it happily, and did not forget to feed a spoonful of salad to his girlfriend.

After the meal, the group walked back.

Song Yuhang fell behind with Duan Cheng because of paying the bill. He patted her on the shoulder: "Team Song, don't blame me for not telling you. You must be surprised to deal with a woman like Lin Lin."

Song Yuhang pulled the card back: "What do you mean?"

Duan Cheng looked around and saw that Lin Fan was not there, so he hooked his finger at her and motioned her to come over.

After Song Yuhang heard him, his face was red and his ears were red: "Can this work?"

Duan Cheng winked his eyebrows: "If it's okay, you'll know if you try it."

Song Yuhang: "...you young people have a lot of tricks."

Duan Cheng: "Hey, you read more comics. This is called applying what you have learned."