Tang Si reacted very quickly: "I won't report it, you will naturally report it after you finish handling the matter, I believe."
"So kind, beautiful and generous."
He thought for a while: "What did you do there today?"
"It's about work." Song Yi said, "Are you done with your work? You just came over?"
Tang Si said: "The arrest work went smoothly, and someone will go to the interrogation next."
"Go, let's go home."
"Can you really go back?"
Tang Si: "It's really nothing."
"They'll call me if something happens."
As soon as the voice fell, a team member ran over from a distance.
"A woman who was just captured was about to commit suicide after answering a phone call. We are holding on now. If it doesn't work, she still wants to bite her tongue."
Tang Si frowned: "Did you ask what's going on?"
"The doctor called and said she had cancer."
Tang Si looked at Song Yi: "Take a taxi back first."
"Okay." Song Yi said, "Come back early."
After all, I have to go back to see my son, otherwise I can stay here and wait for him.
Tang Si patted her head.
Song Yi took his hand away, tiptoed to his ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I have a debt, I will settle it with you when you come back."
Tang Si: "..."
…
the other side.
When Fu Jingsheng came back, he found that Song Yi had left.
Then I received news from Song Yi, and I understood the ins and outs.
I just find it funny.
Song Yi: "There is no one like you, don't you claim to be a walking informant? Why don't you know that the anti-pornography brigade is coming?"
"This is also a temporary policeman." Fu Jingsheng touched the tip of his nose: "Besides, the person who reported the crime is my brother-in-law, and I will never monitor my brother-in-law's cell phone."
"And he's so awesome, how could I monitor him."
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been entangled with Tang Si for so long at that time. When he was still in the t organization, he fought wits and courage with Tang Si.
Is a very formidable opponent.
Song Yi: "I'm too lazy to tell you, I saw your nephew."
"When my nephew grows up, let me play for two days, okay?"
Song Yi chuckled: "How do you play? Do you make him cry every day? Like your brother-in-law."
I don't know how many times Tang Song was made to cry by Tang Si.
If it was unintentional before, it may be intentional now, as if this man admired his son's cry, his expression was like watching a play.
I don't know where this bad taste came from.
"Hahahaha." Fu Jingsheng laughed heartlessly: "It's so miserable."
"But this may also be a man's hobby." Fu Jingsheng said: "Either make a woman cry, or make a child cry, right?"
"roll."
"Beep beep—" the phone was hung up.
Then a text message from Fu Jingsheng came in: [My sister really lent me the other provinces for a few days and I will take a few photos. Son, those women are so annoying, I pester me every day wherever I go.]
[You don't know how annoying they are, I have one head and two big ones.]
Song Yi: [You can find a fierce girlfriend to solve it.]
Fu Jingsheng: [Then do I still want to live?]
…
trial room.
The woman with disheveled hair was fixed on the interrogation chair.
Tang Si sat opposite.
He looked at her: "Why did you commit suicide? Just because of cancer?"
The woman sat across from him and refused to speak.
Tang Si dealt with this woman for a long time.
Finally pried her mouth open.
"I didn't want to do this business at first, but I ended up on this road by accident. I found out that I was pregnant, but my boyfriend didn't want me, and I wanted to have this child again, because I had no culture. I don’t have the ability in a big city. I couldn’t raise this child, so I was forced to take this path. But I’m good-looking, and someone took a fancy to me and asked me to do this job.”
She bit her lips: "The baby in my stomach has been three months old, and it doesn't show much now."
Because he heard that she was pregnant, Tang Si's tone of interrogation with her slowed down a lot.
"So you think you got this cancer because of something bad you did?"
"Yes!" The woman raised her head, her eyes were full of despair.
"I am looking forward to the birth of this child."
"I didn't think I could get cancer. It's terminal. I won't live for two months."
She sobbed: "This is all retribution."
"I thought my future life would be good, but I didn't expect it to be like this. If I get cancer, there will be a little life, follow me."
The woman's words silenced everyone.
Anyway, the life in the stomach is innocent.
A three-month-old baby can already hear the fetal heartbeat in the womb.
It is already a living life.
"Zhou Liang." Tang Si beckoned.
Ask Zhou Liang to come in and continue the questioning.
After going out, Tang Si stood silently.
Ning Xiachuan looked at him: "I found that your empathy ability is too strong now."
"It's not a good thing."
"You're acting unprofessional."
Tang Si raised his eyes, turned his head to look at Ning Xia Chuan: "That's right."
He smiled: "Forgive me for being a father for not listening to this."
I didn't understand these before, but I was quite indifferent when I heard them.
But when I own these things and listen to them again, the state of mind is different.
If the woman inside was interrogated, he could still continue to interrogate, but he couldn't bear it anymore. When he could avoid it, he would choose to avoid it.
Instead of holding on.
Ning Xia Chuan's lips moved, but he didn't speak.
That's right, a man with a family and care is indeed different from the one who was alone before. Only such a man seems humane.
Tang Si has always treated people with a smiling face, and he always treats everyone with a smiling face.
He used to be like this, but he always felt that this smile was like a barrier of alienation, isolating everyone, without any human touch, and felt that the blood all over his body was cold.
Now that I know where the problem is, he has always been a flesh-and-blood person.
It's just that the body is short of human fireworks.
What kind of human touch do you expect from a person without a family
…
He didn't work overtime that day, and it was quite early when he came home.
The expression on his face was the same as usual, nothing unusual.
"What to eat?" Song Yi asked him.
"Have you learned how to cook?"
Song Yi has been studying these days.
"I know a little bit, but I don't know if it's delicious or not."
Song Yi raised her eyebrows to look at him, propped her hands on the table, and said, "I've finished dealing with the matters at work."
"Explain what happened today." Song Yi folded her arms around her chest and looked at him with a smile.
In fact, it was just a simple sabbatical. He believed that the things he was doing were serious business, and it was really easy to report such things.
It's just that this is really a coincidence.
This oolong caused trouble.
Tang Si: "Then what did you do there? It's about work, but those work partners don't seem to be very serious, so don't cooperate with them in the future."
Song Yi: "Whoever cooperates with them is going to settle accounts with them."
"Whether it is or not." Tang Si approached her, took her hand, and smiled: "From now on, you, a girl, should not go to those places. If you go to those places, you must tell me in advance Say hello, it's dangerous, you know?"
"knew."
"besides."
"What?" Song Yi raised her eyes, and directly met the man's beautiful peach blossom eyes.
He said: "Who whoring, it's better if you don't spend money, Miss Fu, how do you see me like this? Whoring as you like."
The words were lazily mocking.
Song Yi laughed: "You are tired of playing like this."
Tang Si chuckled lightly: "It's so ruthless."
"Where's the son?"
"Sleep upstairs."
"Don't wake him up again, he just fell asleep."
Tang Si said: "That won't work. Why do you sleep during the day? If you don't sleep during the day, you will make a fuss at night."
"Is this his work and rest time in the underworld?"
"Tsk." Song Yi glared at Tang Si: "That's your son, don't be so vicious."
"Isn't his work and rest time the same as yours?"
"I learned this from you and inherited it from you."
"..." How did you inherit it from him
"The rambunctious person is also inherited from you."
"I said, can you be reasonable, little girl, why is everything inherited from me?"
Song Yi said: "Your beauty is inherited from me."
"Why does a man want to be so beautiful?" Tang Si's tone was flat: "It's fine to be average-looking."
"If I give you a normal face now, do you agree?"
Tang Si was very indifferent, and spread his hands: "When I went on missions, I put on such an ugly face."
His tone was very indifferent.
Song Yi: "So you can accept it?"
The man stroked his chin, and after two or three seconds of deep thought—
"It's kind of, uh…"
"But maybe you'll get used to it."
"hehe."
"You can't do this. In life, everyone is equal. How can you only look at appearance."
Song Yi said: "If it wasn't for your face, would I be able to see you?"
"If I have such a face and I do all kinds of bad things, are you still willing to marry me?"
Song Yi smiled: "If you do all kinds of bad things, I'll stab you and commit suicide."
The words sounded like a joke, but she wasn't joking at all in her heart.
If Tang Si would do bad things, then there must be his reasons.
Then, just stay with me.
Tang Si smiled slowly: "You look beautiful, and you think beautifully. If you do bad things, people will know that you are not a fool?"
"I'll go up to see my son, wake him up, and definitely not sleep during the day."
…
As soon as Tang Si went upstairs, several text messages came in on his phone.
Zhou Liang complained.
[The pregnant one was afraid of the cold at night and took your clothes to cover her, but you only have clothes in your office.]
[I said, you are a big man, why does your body smell like milk?]
[When people smell it, they smell the scent of milk, and they think of the child in their stomach, and they are still crying.]
Tang Si: "..."
He frowned and sniffed himself.
Suddenly he hooked his lips and smiled.
The smell on his body had changed unconsciously, and he really didn't know it.
He really smelled like milk.
Holding the little guy every day, I got infected unconsciously.
"You comfort me well, hang up."
"..."
Zhou Liang: "That's what you said, he has become empathetic and human?"
"Why do I feel that he is still that heartless old man?"
Ning Xiachuan: "..."
Don't bother to pay attention to him, turn around and continue to read the file
Zhou Liang felt bored with his face propped up.
Leaning closer to Ning Xiachuan: "You said that for someone like you, when will you find a girlfriend and when will you get married, which one of us will get out first?"
Ning Xia Chuan raised his eyes calmly, looked at him, and said slowly, "According to your speed of dating, if you date one a day, you are earlier than me."
"Then do you want to go on a blind date? I'll ask my mother to introduce you. She has a lot of girls over there." Zhou Liang: "Are you anxious about getting married? My mother is very enthusiastic."
Ning Xiachuan: "I don't think Auntie will neglect to introduce you to me in order to introduce a girlfriend to me. It's useless for you to use me as a shield to attract Auntie's sight and attention."
"Ah!" Zhou Liang thumped his head and sighed heavily.
"I'm really bored to death." Zhou Liang: "Introduce me every day, I really want to throw up, okay?"
"You can have a solution." Ning Xiachuan said.
Hearing this, her eyes lit up instantly: "What?"
"Find a girlfriend by yourself and just bring it to your mother."
"..." Zhou Liang: "I suspect that you are just mocking me for not being able to find a girlfriend."
The corner of Ning Xia Chuan's lips curled up: "You think it is."
"… "Hold!
Son of a bitch.
Just to mock him.
"You can't find a girlfriend yourself, so what's the air, haha."
…
Song Yi cooked a few simple dishes at home.
Tang Si held the little guy in his arms and ate with chopsticks in his hand.
Song Yi likes to take pictures of them.
This can also be regarded as the process of recording growth.
Just patting and patting like this, the little guy grows up day by day.
In a blink of an eye, it was another year of winter.
Lanterns hang high in the street.
It seems that the last year was just yesterday, maybe the days and life are too fulfilling, and I feel that it is too fast.
Tang and Song already know how to play with toys in their own hands, and let people hold them without moving.
Parents made a request to take a family portrait.
Before that, I want Tang and Song to draw lots.
This is not superstition, just for fun.
So on this day, there are a lot of things in front of the little guy.
Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, abacus, coins, books, etc., all kinds of dazzling things.
Tang Si hugged him, and Song Yi stood beside him: "Son, what does this thing like in front of you like?"
The eyes of the whole family were all on the little guy.
Tang Song looked at it for a long time, but in the end he wanted nothing.
He refused to start for a long time.
"Baby, is there nothing you want?" Song Yi looked at Tang Song: "Tell mom, which one do you like?"
Tang Song's eyes were blinking and dark, and he was not at all interested in the things in front of him.
The little guy's hand slowly grabbed Tang Si's big hand.
Tang Si was stunned for a moment.
Song's father and Song's mother were also stunned.
Tang Si couldn't believe it a little bit, and moved his hand: "Honey, I told you to choose the one in front of you."
He tried to pull out his hand, but Tang Song grabbed his little finger and did not let go.
The shock in my heart at this moment cannot be described in words.
His Adam's apple moved, and his throat felt astringent.
"The child likes you, so let him hold you." Song Yi smiled: "Isn't that the reason why I chose you?"
Song's father and Song's mother also nodded: "Indeed, this is the first time I have seen this."
The little guy pinched his fingers with his soft hands, and the temperature rose all the way to the apex of his heart. The corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably, and his tone was rare soft: "Do you like Dad?"
Tang Song giggled, and did not let go of his little hand.
The little guy is usually the most rambunctious is his father.
Although he is always made to cry by his father, the father and son seem to love each other and kill each other every day.
Tang Si took a breath, saying that he was not excited or happy at this time would be a lie.
The smile between his brows and eyes couldn't be concealed, and he reached out to touch the tip of his little nose, with a soft tone and a smile: "But in the future, don't take Dad's way, it's too hard."
He lowered his head slightly, kissed his son's head, and said quietly: "If you like Dad, you should love Mom like Dad loves Mom."
"You grab daddy's little finger, it's like you hook up with daddy..."
The words were whispered, but Song Yi still heard them.
Seeing this situation, the parents quietly went out.
Song Yi chuckled: "He can't understand the words now, it's useless if you talk to him so much."
"Have said these things, you should have heard it from an early age, how hard it was for you to give birth to him."
Song Yi went over, hooked Tang Si's arm, and said with a smile, "I think you work harder than me."
During pregnancy, it was Tang Si who worried most.
She thinks it's okay, but she's not feeling well physically, but emotionally, she's still very happy all day long.
"Yeah?"
Song Yi nodded: "Yes."
Tang Si hugged the little guy: "I don't think so."
"If not so, then what is?"
Tang Si was caught off guard and lowered his head to kiss her on the lips: "Our little elf has a sweet mouth and will make my husband happy."
"Tang Si!"
"Yeah." He agreed happily.
"You are not allowed to kiss me in front of your son, do you know what it means to be unsuitable for children?"
The corners of the man's lips curled up in a naughty manner, and there was a naughty smile in his peach eyes: "Who is a little fairy with a sweet mouth?"
…
There are some inexplicable magnetic fields between father and son, and they usually seem to be unharmonious, but at this time, they really look like fathers are kind and sons are filial.
Song Yi hoped that it would be the same when his son grows up, such a loving father and filial son.
and-
It turns out.
When it was time to eat at night, the little guy still wanted to be hugged by his mother.
"I'm starting to suspect now that if I had held my son just now, my son would have held my hand."
"That's good." Tang Si sat with a smile on his face, his sitting posture was always lazy and willful, and his tone was a bit lazy: "Prove that my son will not abandon you when he grows up."