city.

Lin Youyuan was pushed out by the housekeeper, followed by a large group of elites in suits and shoes.

Two and a half older children are clamoring in the garden, and the babysitter chases after him.

"Lin Ge, hurry up, let's go and play over there."

"Miss, miss, don't run away. You can't catch the goldfish in the pond. The master bought it for a big price..."

Seeing that the babysitter was about to catch up, the little girl poured water from the pond and splashed her all over, holding a lively goldfish in her arms and ran away. She stepped on the moss and slipped and fell into the mud.

The goldfish hopped on the ground.

The girl fell onto the side of the wheelchair and was lifted by one hand.

Lin Youyuan said with a cold face, and said solemnly: "Take it down, put it in confinement, and release it when you know it's wrong."

"Let go of me, let me go... asshole!"

...

Lin tired of the blink of an eye, but those images disappeared again.

Song Yuhang pulled people in, "Where is the swing?"

Lin Nian lowered his eyes: "In the back garden."

There is an artificial forest behind Lin's mansion, full of sweet-scented osmanthus trees, camphor, white birch, and ginkgo. It has its own scene throughout the year. The wind blows and makes the sound of leaves rustling.

Because they were left unattended, the leaves that fell last autumn and winter formed a layer of rotten and soft soil under their feet.

The two walked deep and shallow.

The swing frame was placed under the birch tree, covered with dust, and swayed slightly in the air.

Lin Nian stroked the mark on the white birch tree next to him: "There was no swing here originally..."

"That..." Song Yuhang said curiously.

Lin Wei smiled and said, "When I was young, Lin Ge and I played here, and suddenly wanted to use twine to tie a swing to the tree. There were no protective measures. As a result, I fell on all fours."

"The next day, this swing stand was set up."

Song Yuhang took a tissue to wipe the dust off the seat: "Do you want to sit down?"

Lin Wei's gaze dropped from the swing frame to the thick layer of fallen leaves below, and he whispered softly, "No, dig it."

Song Yuhang found a shovel, and Lin Fan also found a thick branch to dig the soil with him, and it was pulled away.

"No, you can wait by the side, it will be fine soon."

After about ten minutes of touching, Song Yuhang's forehead oozes big beads of sweat, and he can't dig with a shovel.

She threw away the shovel and planed the soil with her hands.

"found it."

The two pulled out a rusty iron box.

Song Yuhang wiped the dirt on it and handed it to her: "That's it."

Lin Wei stretched out his hand and shrank back again. After a long while, with her encouragement, he took the iron box and broke it open forcefully.

A dozen gold bars fell out of it, as well as a yellowed photo.

In the photo, Lin Youyuan was standing on the reef with his two good brothers on the shoulders, and Su Yue was standing on the reef, pulling over Lin Youyuan’s collar, making his expression a little distorted and weird, but everyone They are all smiling.

That unabashedly bright smile made Lin Fan's eyes hot, and she turned the photo over and looked at it.

There was a line written on it: I'm sorry, Lin Fan, this is the only picture of your mom that my dad has.

Don't blame your mother for the name you gave you. If she doesn't love you, she won't give birth to you, let alone leave you to me when she is dead.

When you see these, it means that my father is no longer there, and the gold bar is for you as an emergency, but I hope you don’t use it when you don’t use it.

Finally, I'm tired of... Dad loves you.

The signature is Lin Youyuan.

Lin Fan stared at him, tears bursting into his eyes.

Song Yuhang pulled out a few sticks from the bottom of the box, as well as the tattered pieces of paper attached to it.

"this is……"

With a glance, Lin Fan recognized what it was.

"Lin Ge, do you think he would like it?"

"Yes, the lantern we are tired of making is the best-looking lantern in the world."

"The plaything was lost, so I took it and threw it away. Starting today, I will not be allowed to go out and play."

...

The lantern that should have been thrown in the trash can appeared here.

The paper covered with red paint has begun to fade, the lantern frame is broken, it is no different from garbage, but he put it together with his gold bullion and his treasure, and buried it here solemnly, using this The way told her the answer she wanted for a long time.

Lin Nian held the box and knelt on the ground, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Song Yuhang took the person into his arms and patted her on the back lightly.

"Anything else to take?"

Lin Wei shook his head.

Song Yuhang took her face and wiped her tears.

"Let's go, Mom is still waiting for us to go home for dinner."

＊＊＊

One month later.

When Song Yuhang returned to the Municipal Public Security Bureau to report on his work, Lin Fan also got up early.

She took a cup of coffee and leaned on the table staring at the cloakroom in a daze. Song Yuhang passed behind her and put the dish in her hand on the table.

"What's wrong, the breakfast is ready, eat quickly, don't you have to return to the technical investigation in a while?"

Lin Wei: "I'm thinking about what clothes to wear."

Song Yuhang smiled, took away the coffee cup in her hand, and rubbed her face: "Whatever you wear, it looks good, of course, it's more if you don't wear it..."

Lin Fan's face flushed, the corners of her lips curled up, and he shoved the person away: "I'm going to be a leader, and I'm so shameless."

Song Yuhang was not annoyed, and opened the chair for her to set the table and chopsticks: "If the director is not the director, I have only one identity in front of you, and that is your lover."

Lin Fei twisted a sandwich and took a bite: "Well, good craftsmanship, someday I'm not a policeman, so I can be a cook."

Song Yuhang served her a bowl of milk oatmeal, with a smile on his lips.

"Practice makes perfect, eat more if it tastes good."

After eating her time to wash the dishes, Lin Fan screamed in the cloakroom: "Song Yuhang, I'm getting fat again!!!"

It is not difficult to hear her grief and anger in her voice.

Song Yuhang turned his head and shouted: "It's better to be fatter, healthy and feel better..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly stunned in place.

Lin Wei was wearing her former police uniform, a light blue shirt with a tie, a style button, and a spring and autumn uniform on the outside. The clothes were ironed straight, and the waistline was slightly retracted, making her legs look thinner and thinner. Waist, heroic.

The colors and styles of the clothes are too old, and wearing them on others will only make people feel staid and abstinent.

But when it was worn on Lin Fei, Song Yuhang wanted to tear it off.

Lin Fan was still moving, grabbing the extra thread on her body, "This dress was suitable for me last year. Why is it so small this year? It's uncomfortable anywhere."

Song Yuhang shook off the water in his hand, walked over to pick her up, and pecked her lips: "Well, let me inspect the goods. It's time for a new one."

Lin Fan was taken to the dining table and sat, panting and raising her head: "Report at ten o'clock, we have to go to the cemetery."

Song Yuhangyi still didn't lick her lips, and buttoned up the torn clothes for her: "Okay, I'll talk about it later."

＊＊＊

Cemetery in the western suburbs of Jiangcheng City.

Lin Youyuan is buried here.

When Lin Fan walked over with a bunch of white chrysanthemums, he didn't expect someone to be there.

Feng Jianguo unscrewed a bottle of good wine, spilled a little, and put the rest in front of the tombstone.

Lin Wei: "What are you doing here?"

He heard footsteps behind him and didn't look back.

"Come and say goodbye."

Lin Wei sneered, put the white chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tombstone and was about to leave.

Feng Jianguo stood still and said, "Can you still forgive him? He may not be a good father, but he is definitely a competent informant and an unsung hero."

Lin Fei stepped back and stood up straight, looking at the black and white photo on his tombstone, and said lightly.

"I can forgive him, can my mother forgive him? Can the 18-year-old Lin Fan forgive him? Can the dead Chu Nan and mother Chen forgive him? Can the butcher Zhu who died in prison forgive him? Can Guo Xiaoguang's mother and son in life forgive him?"

"If he could confess to Lin Ge earlier, maybe those innocent people would not die."

"What right do I have to forgive him for these people?"

"When the crime is established and the corpse is in front of me, it means that a living being has pressed the pause button forever, whether it is him, Lin Ge, or anyone."

"I will never forgive."

Song Yuhang walked behind her and patted her shoulder lightly.

Lin Fan turned his head and smiled bitterly, then turned his gaze to the tombstone and took a medal from his chest.

"However, as a forensic doctor and the people’s police, I sincerely thank him for all his efforts to suppress the drug gangs. Whether in the past or now, thousands of families have been spared for this. This medal of merit deserves his half."

Lin Nian leaned over slightly and put his merit medal in front of the offering.

The candle was swaying, and the sun was shining thousands of miles away. The three people in front of the tombstone raised their right hands to the temple.

＊＊＊

Municipal Public Security Bureau.

The news that Song Yuhang is about to take up the post of deputy director of the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau has long spread like wildfire. This is truly well-deserved. Before she arrived, Duan Cheng and the others were already gearing up to give her a good celebration. Up.

When the people got out of the car and just pushed the door into the office, there was a stream of fresh flowers, balloons, and ribbons, and a few people were also wearing welcome ribbons.

The left one: The sea is wide and the fish leap, the sky is high and the birds are flying. Congratulations to the Song team for their ambitions and further ambition!

The one on the right: Today is better than yesterday, and every day is better and better every day. The Song team turned over and sang the serfs, beaming with joy!

Lin Fan was about to laugh madly: "What is all this mess!"

Song Yuhang glared at her, his face was blue and white: "Smoke is all over, clean up for me within three minutes, all the staff will have a meeting in the conference room, and latecomers will be deducted from the salary performance of the month!"

A bunch of people waited for their big eyes and stared at them, and when the things were thrown away, the birds and beasts scattered.

"Wait for me, wait for me!"

"No, why can't this ribbon be taken off!" Duan Cheng was anxiously sweaty: "Fang Xin, Fang Xin, help me! Xin! Xin!"

In his wailing, Fang Xin had already greased the soles of his feet, took a cup of tea, and walked quickly to the meeting room.

"What about the soul?! Get it yourself!"

Duan Cheng was heartbroken: "You have a share when you come up with an idea..."

Lin Fan picked up the pen and file from her workstation, walked past her, smilingly, and patted the document on her chest.

"Oh, Director Song is so ostentatious."

Song Yuhang smiled slightly, walked with her to the conference room, deliberately moved closer, and bit her ears: "These little rascals are used to fooling around with me, so how can I care if I don’t give up... Give me face."

Having said that, Lin was sick of this violent temper. At the meeting, the conception and ideas were inconsistent, but she still exploded at one point. It happened that she dared to challenge Song Yuhang, a deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, a chief forensic physician, and spitting stars.

It seems to be back when it was tit-for-tat two years ago.

The crowd onlookers trembled: Who am I? where am I? what happened? Am I in a meeting or eating dog food?

In the afternoon, Song Yuhang's office was also cleaned up. The little police officer was about to take out a plaque. The newcomer is a young leader, so he shouldn't like these old-fashioned things.

What he didn't expect was that Song Yuhang stood behind him, looking at the words on the plaque in a daze:

Iron shoulders are responsible for morality, and loyalty builds a guard soul.

This is the word that Zhao Junfeng left to Feng Jianguo. He hung up in the office intact again, and did not take it away until he left his post to report to the provincial government.

The little police officer strode across the plaque and was about to take it out, but he firmly supported him with one hand.

Song Yuhang: "Keep it, and hang it there."