When Song Yuhang came back from the detention center, it was already 6 o'clock in the afternoon. At a glance, she saw Mother Song carrying a thermos bucket and wandering at the door of the municipal bureau, and quickly greeted her, pulling people into the shelter, rubbing her cold. Stiff hands.

"Mom, why are you here?"

Seeing that she was smiling, Mother Song handed her the thermos bucket in her hand: "Isn't it Laba today? I made some porridge in the afternoon and I will bring it to you."

Not "you" but "you."

Song Yuhang was startled slightly. Mother Song took out a few lunch boxes from her cloth bag and stacked them in her hands.

"The last time I had insomnia, thank you for being bored. I thought I didn’t get in touch so quickly. Who knows that someone came to see a doctor today. I didn’t get downstairs. I prescribed a few Chinese medicines. I brought it in a ready-made package, and gave me a business card so that I had time to go to their hospital for a good physical examination and physical therapy."

Song Yuhang carried a thermos barrel in his hand and a lunch box in his arms, with a smile on his lips.

It's hard for her to remember this after arguing with her in those few days. Most of the people who can come to serve her are her own personal doctors.

When the things arrived, Mother Song was also about to leave, and took out a small cloth bag from her pocket, and drew out a few big bills from the pile of loose money.

"I'm thinking, we can't take advantage of others for nothing, you get bored with it."

Seeing her trembling hand that was blown red by the cold wind, Song Yuhang felt a little distressed and pushed it back.

"Mom, you take this money yourself, and she won't ask for it if I give it to her."

Not only won't you want it, but you might even beat her up.

Thinking of that scene, Song Yuhang suddenly had a toothache.

Mother Song looked at the half-sweet and half-fearful expression on her daughter's face, as if she knew about Lin Nang's character, she was immediately confused.

"This...what does this mean, why?"

It's too cold outside, and Song Yuhang pushed her inside: "It's not interesting, it's about it, and you will get a share of the money."

"Mom, go in and sit down, I'll pour you a glass of water and warm it up before leaving."

"Hey, let's just sit and sit, it's not good for your family members to go in the office..."

Mother Song refused, Song Yuhang pulled her straight and pushed open the glass door of the hall, opened the thick curtains, and a warm feeling came to her face.

"What's wrong with this, go sit in my office."

The two walked along the corridor, and someone greeted Song Yuhang from time to time, and she nodded.

"this is?"

A colleague asked curiously.

Song Yuhang clasped his mother's shoulders tightly: "This is my mother."

"It turned out to be auntie, I finally came here. Team Song has to take someone to stroll around."

It was the newly promoted deputy captain who spoke this time, and the former backbone of the business was her confidant.

Song Yuhang smiled: "That's the first time I came here. Have you eaten yet? Come here?"

She shook the lunch box in her hand and saw that her mother had packed it and brought it.

Xue Rui quickly refused: "No, I have eaten it."

He took two steps and was stopped again.

"Where's Forensic Doctor Lin?"

Xue Rui shook his head, also in his early thirties, with a round face, a little mustache, and a round waist.

"I don't know, maybe it's still in the pathology laboratory, I haven't seen her come out."

"Okay, I see, go ahead and let me know if there are new clues."

"Okay." Xue Rui saluted and left.

Mother Song waited for someone to leave before she said, "Tired of being so busy?"

On the way to her office, she just passed the laboratory, and Song Yuhang took someone to look outside the door for a while.

"Being busy like me, I do physical labor, and she does all technical work. There is no one in technical investigation now, and the bulk of it falls on her."

Looking through the bullet-proof glass door, Lin Feiqing was wearing a white coat on the outside of her light blue uniform, with gloves on her hands, fiddling with test tubes and instruments without stopping.

They are all in a hurry. It is estimated that they will be soaked in the laboratory after the dissection.

Mother Song sighed: "It's not easy enough."

Song Yuhang knew that she hadn't slept well last night and had been busy for another day. He felt relieved and knocked on the glass of the laboratory.

Lin Yan turned his head and looked around for a while before focusing his gaze on her.

Song Yuhang spoke to her, a little far apart, and the glass was soundproof, and Lin Fan frowned.

She thought for a while, breathed a sigh of relief on the glass, and scratched her fingertips with water mist: Come out, eat.

Lin Fan understood, his eyebrows curled, and when he saw Aunt Song standing next to her, Xiao Xiao waved his hand as a greeting.

Song Yuhang wrote: Office, office, office, etc., you.

Lin Fan nodded and motioned to them to go first and seize the time to finish their work.

Mother Song in the office watched Song Yuhang carefully take out a bowl from the thermos and pour the porridge in. The rest was afraid of the cold and covered it again.

The dishes didn't move, so I just drank the porridge and waited for Lin Wei to come.

It was Mo Ruomu who was a wise daughter. Song Yuhang didn't let her worry about it since she was a child. She went to school and went to work step by step. She didn't have any close friends around her. Her peers had long been married and had children. She was still single, let alone. The friendship that would bring people home, she was a little special about Lin Wei.

But Mother Song couldn't say what was special. After all, there was no such thing in her cognition, but vaguely felt that their relationship was too good.

Song Yuhang made her a cup of tea and read the materials while drinking porridge.

Mother Song put down the teacup in her hand, looked at her, hesitated again and again, and said: "Yu Hang, you are tired of..."

Before she finished her words, there was a knock on the door. Song Yuhang put down the bowl and hurriedly ran to open the door.

When I saw her, the ending sounded unconsciously and briskly.

"Why haven't you eaten so late?"

"I didn't care about it." Mother Song was here, and Lin Wei looked like an obedient little daughter-in-law with reduced claws, and greeted her, before sitting down next to Song Yuhang slightly.

Mother Song was halfway through, so she swallowed again: "It's fine if you come, eat quickly. I made some laba porridge today. I don't know if it suits your appetite?"

Song Yuhang helped her pour the remaining porridge in the thermos into a bowl, and gave her some from his own bowl.

She knew that Lin was tired of eating light, and liked to drink these soups.

The Lin’s family is not Laba. Even during the holidays, the chef cooks, spreads tablecloths, exquisitely arranged dishes, cold and lively, the needles on the dinner table can be heard, and even the knife and fork are sinful.

What's more, she is not close to the family, and the number of times she goes home after going out independently is even rarer.

If she lives by herself, the chef will not make Laba porridge specially, unless she wants to eat it, but, generally speaking, Lin Fan doesn't have much thoughts about the holidays.

Therefore, Laba porridge only exists in food shows on TV. It is a bit novel at first glance. Lin Tien picked up the bowl and took a sip with a spoon.

Mother Song waited a little nervously for her feedback.

Lin Yan was stunned for three seconds, suddenly laughed, her eyebrows curled up, she didn't always smile, even if she laughed, it was a kind of sneer, ironic and disdainful smile, not many times when she smiled from the bottom of her heart like this, as if the ice and snow melted for a while. , Even Song Yuhang looked a little silly.

"Well, it's delicious, thank you auntie, I have never eaten Laba porridge. It is really delicious. The porridge made from glutinous rice is very fragrant and sweet. Add peanuts, longan, lotus seeds, jujube silk..."

Mother Song laughed from ear to ear. Song Yuhang was tired of eating snacks until early morning. What's more, every time he ate, he swallowed jujubes, just like a starving ghost reborn. Where else can I say this?

The elderly also love to listen to praise, and heard her say that it is the first time to eat, it is a bit sad.

What is the life of this child in the Lin family?

"Good, good, as long as you like it, eat quickly, eat quickly, it will be cold after a while, auntie has nothing else to do, just cooking is fine—"

After all, he cast a blank look at Song Yuhang.

"Of course, it's a shame that someone can't eat it. If you like to eat, come to sit at home when you have time on the weekend and taste the craftsmanship of auntie."

Can you not belittle her in front of Lin Wei every time, she doesn't want face?

Song Yuhang prolonged his voice in protest: "Mom—when will I not eat it? Do I praise every time you cook?"

"You boast? The leftovers in the refrigerator were all spoiled last time. You didn't eat them all when you came back from the night shift. You forgot to have diarrhea the next day? In your eyes, there is no difference between shark fin and radish."

"I'm not hungry yet..." Song Yuhang said more and more quietly.

Lin Nian couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Song Yuhang peeled another clove of sugar garlic and put it in a bowl: "Try this, my mother pickled it, it's really delicious!"

She deliberately bit the last four words hard, and the two people are laughing and joking, and their eyes are basically glued to each other.

Sitting here, Mother Song felt like an outsider, as well as an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Whether it was Song Yuhang's cautiousness in treating Lin Nian, or the little shyness that Lin Nian occasionally met when his eyes met, they all looked like newlyweds.

This feeling is too familiar to her.

She and her father did the same back then.

Mother Song was shocked when someone came in to deliver the materials, she put down the teacup and got up.

"Then you are busy, I will go back first."

Song Yuhang quickly stood up: "Mom, let me see you off."

Lin Fan put down the bowl and stood up: "Auntie, it's cold outside, we'll send you back later."

Listen, these words are all said in a rhythm.

Mother Song smiled reluctantly: "No, no, you are busy, hurry up to eat, eat cold stomach in winter, not a few steps away, I took the bus back by myself."

After all, he picked up his cloth bag from the sofa and walked out hurriedly.

Lin Wei held a spoon in one hand and stabbed Song Yuhang, a little unbearable.

"You just let her go back alone?"

Song Yuhang smiled, and gave her a chopsticks stewed pork: "My mother is still healthy, it is indeed only one stop away, and—"

There is something in Lin's words, and she also means something.

"There are some things we say more than we do."

Lin Fan bit her lip: "Are you not afraid that Auntie can't bear it?"

Song Yuhang stretched out his hand and pulled the broken hair from her cheeks behind her ears: "Compared to my dad and my brother's death, what do I do? I think she is more worried now, what should I do if I have no children in the future. ?"

Last time when she talked in the hospital, Song's mother mentioned that she was worried that her next life would be bleak and that there would be no one to take care of her life.

Seeing that Lin Wei was still a little unhappy, Song Yuhang simply hugged him to his knees.

"Huh? Why, someone will come in soon—" Lin Nian struggled.

Song Yuhang tightened her waist, pressed the tip of her nose against the tip of her nose, and whispered, "I locked the door."

"That too—" Lin Nian hid her lips back, and Song Yuhang laughed.

"What about you, a rabbit in a fox skin. If you really want my mother to be better off, go to my house and sit down. It can be seen that she still likes you very much. This laba porridge, I will eat it when I go back in the past years It’s so cold, when did you give it to me personally? It’s not because of—"

Song Yuhang scratched her nose: "Your face is up."

Lin Fan pursed his lips and smiled, and didn't want her to be too proud, so he soon got upset and wanted to get off her.

She moved around, but it made her breath a little unstable.

Especially, the red lips were dangling in front of her eyes, and her waist was not full, so she could hold it up with one hand, as if she could fold it in her palm with more strength.

Because of the tight hug, the softness is next to her.

Song Yuhang slapped his lips and spoke to her ears.

Move your hand down along the waistline.

"Lin Wei, I think it's more convenient for you to wear a skirt."

"Song, Yu, Hang." Lin Fei gritted his teeth and pushed up the head arched in front of his chest. The button had been bitten open, revealing a large trace of the last night.

"You give me a little more than enough."

Song Yuhang showed a little innocence in his eyes, lowered his voice and begged her, "Can't it?"

Lin was tired of gritting his teeth. Before she could reply, the man not only buried his head, but also paid it back.

The shirt was torn apart, and several buttons had fallen apart.

Lin was tired of being unbearable and wanted to slap her, but the most sensitive nerve was affected by this sudden movement.

She felt a little bit weak, put her hands on her shoulders, and gasped, "Do you know where you are now?"

"Office..." Song Yuhang was vague.

Lin Nian leaned back and was dragged back to support her waist.

"It's working time...well..."

In order to retaliate against her, Song Yuhang slightly used his strength. The hand resting on her shoulder suddenly lost strength, and Lin Fan's wrist loosened and he planted.

Song Yuhang took her to his feet and put the person on the desk.

Lin Fan put her hand on the table, this feeling of helplessness made her feel vain, and stepped on her shoulder with her foot, trying to kick the person away.

Song Yuhang knelt down on one knee. The distance and angle were just right. She stroked her ankle and took off her shoes.

"It's okay, you cooperate with me, soon..."

The verbal abuse that Lin Fan was about to blurt out was blocked in his throat.

She deserves to be a vigorous and resolute activist, and she has entered the topic three times and five times, and she does not give her a chance to refute.

When Lin Nian came back to his senses, there was only a murmur in the room.

She tilted her head up and swallowed, resting her hands on her head, her fingers sunken deep into her soft hair.

Across a door, there were people hurriedly walking in the corridor outside, and some were chatting and laughing.

This feeling is no different from Song Yuhang's feeling during the meeting that day.

She is like standing in a transparent glass cover, people outside can't enter, but she can clearly feel every little change in the outside world.

The more you resist, the more shame, but the easier...

When the phone rang, Lin Fei was taken aback, his heart seemed to be gripped tightly.

This sudden feeling threw people high into the sky, as if taking a bite of a chili pepper, and the fireworks exploded in my mind.

Lin Fan's arm shook into a sieve, and the other hand resting on the table had his nails ripped out the newspaper beside it.

The suddenly raised neck drew a perfect arc in the air.

Drops of water trickled down the corner of the table.

Even the black leather office chairs have splashes of water stains.

Song Yuhang licked the corners of his lips, only to feel that his meaning was still unfinished.

Everything fell to silence, even the phone ringing stopped, only the sound of each other's breathing.

Lin Fei's long eyelashes fluttered, there was still an unfading flush on his face, and his arms were soft and almost unable to support his own weight.

Song Yuhang picked up the person, cleaned up for her, gathered up the clothes, and cleaned the tabletop. As soon as she hugged her back to the sofa and lay down, the phone rang again.

Not hers, Lin tired of it.

Song Yuhang was a little annoyed: "Who, I will call you twice."

Almost missed business.

Two consecutive days of high-intensity vigorous exercise made her a little overwhelmed, let alone one day of work.

Lin Fan didn't want to lift her eyelids, just wanted to sleep, motioning for her to pick it up.

Song Yuhang touched it from the coffee table.

"Hey?"

Listening to the voice coming from the receiver, Lin Ge froze for a moment, seeming a little surprised: "Miss Song, why are you, bored?"

Song Yuhang glanced at Lin Wei and lip-synched: your brother.

Lin Fan barely regained his spirits, and took the phone from her hand with a sense of sorrow.

"Hey, Lin Ge, it's me."

When he spoke, his voice was dumb, and he quickly coughed again so as not to let him hear it.

Song Yuhang cleaned up the leftovers on the table and poured a cup of hot water to moisturize her throat.

Lin Nianwo drank with one mouthful in her arms, and put his head on her shoulder with a paper cup in his arms, listening to Lin Ge's words.

Song Yuhang rubbed her head repeatedly, kissed her from time to time, and whispered to her unanswered ear.

"Forensic Doctor Lin just performed great."

"I don't need to take care of this face for a few months."

She deliberately.

I just wanted to avenge her in the meeting room, and at the same time expressed great dissatisfaction with Lin Ge's sudden call to harass them.

Lin Nian gritted his teeth with hatred, and inevitably separated his spirits, and he would inevitably feel a little unwilling to reply.

Lin Ge was silent for three seconds, and then increased his tone: "Are you listening to me?"

Lin Wei pushed Song Yuhang's head away: "You said, you said, just busy..."

Lin Ge took a deep breath and spoke again with a heavy voice, calling her nickname: "Sorry, go home. This may be my mother's last 70th birthday. She... just found out. Cervical cancer."

Lin Nian's heart chuckles: "How could it—"

Lin Ge's voice was hard to conceal the pain: "In the final stage, the doctor said, he can only do his best to delay the survival time."

Lin Nian closed her eyes, and no longer had the intention to play with Song Yuhang, lying on her shoulders motionless.

"Okay, I see, I will be home this Friday."

"Okay, then you are busy."

After Lin Ge finished speaking, it seemed like a doctor called and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Song Yuhang helped the person up, seeing that her face was not good: "What's the matter?"

Lin Fan said truthfully: "If it weren't for my aunt, I guess I would never step into Lin's house again in my life."

Song Yuhang squeezed her hand: "It's okay, I'll accompany you."

Lin Nian twitched the corners of her lips slightly, then buried her head in her arms, her eyes flushed slightly: "My aunt has always been in good health, how come..."

Song Yuhang stroked her hair for a while: "Natural disasters and man-made disasters, birth, old age, sickness and death, human affairs."

It's okay not to mention Lin Ge. When Lin Ge was mentioned, she vaguely remembered another thing.

Gao Qiang once appeared at Lin Ge's birthday party. Does it also show that there is a certain connection between them? At least, it seems that the relationship should be good on the surface.

Song Yuhang told her about this idea, and Lin Yan shook his head: "I'm not short-handed. You don't know the people in the business too much. During the holidays, especially the birthday party, few people who come here are familiar with each other. Most of them are friends of friends, concubines, lovers, mistresses, and women brought by friends, looking for a benefactor on this occasion, and men, hunting for beauty and looking for partners on such occasions."

"It doesn't matter whether you are familiar or not, and the owner will probably not drive these friends' friends out of the venue. The important thing is your connections and friendship, and secondly, the place is good-looking. The more people you come, the better you will be."

She and Lin Ge also talked on the phone for a few days, but they never heard him mention Gao Qiang.

Song Yuhang also didn't want to doubt Lin Ge, after all, it was someone she was close to, but the procedures that should be followed still had to be followed.

"I know……"

Lin Fan stopped her words: "I also know, it's not difficult for you, how do you check or how to check, just don't ask him to come to the bureau, and don't be on my aunt's birthday, after all..."

Song Yuhang nodded happily: "Okay, before that, let's make an appointment to have a meal together."

The two have been in the house for a long time, and if they don't show up, it might be time to gossip.

Lin Fan got down from her, slapped her waist, there was still a little spring in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, she was obviously overjoyed.

"I'm back to the lab."

Song Yuhang helped her to get up: "I will send you off."

"Farewell, just stay, you send me back for a while so that Fang Xin and the others will see that it's time to arrange me again."

Song Yuhang smiled: "Why are you so courageous now? Wasn't it not fearless before?"

Lin Fei raised his head and fastened the buttons on his uniform, but found that a few of them did not know where they had fallen. The marks on his neck couldn't be covered at all, and he was a little annoyed: "Give me your coat, I'm not afraid of it. Yeah, but I don’t want people to poke my spine and say that I am in favor of the leader, Captain Song."

Song Yuhang took the spring and autumn coat from the clothes rack and put it on her, and fastened the buttons for her: "When do you really fawn on me, then you can't ask for it."

While talking, the fixed phone on her desk rang, Song Yuhang walked over to pick it up, Lin Fan touched the door, and when he was about to go out, he was stopped again.

Song Yuhang hung up the phone: "You don't need to go back to the laboratory. Come to the interrogation room with me."