the next day.
Today is a good day, but it is destined not to be a good day to make people feel happy.
Just after dawn, Han Shuilan appeared at the door of the Xincheng District Branch Office again. I felt sorry for her haggard appearance.
Red and swollen eyes, dull face, and messy hair...
Anyone could tell that she hadn't slept all night and slept alone.
Liu Yanbo watched, clenched his teeth, as if his heart, liver, spleen and lungs were trembling.
After living for more than twenty years, Liu Yanbo hated the sky, the earth, fate, and even the damn plague back then, but he has never hated a person like this before—
The thief who stole Han Chenxi really deserved death.
"Have you found it?" Han Shuilan asked eagerly.
Liu Yanbo shook his head, and quickly said in relief: "Not yet, but there are already clues."
"Mr. Han, there is a restaurant next door that serves very authentic Guoqiao rice noodles. Let's go over there and talk about it, okay?"
His voice is very soft, like coaxing a child, he is afraid that if he speaks loudly, he will scare the other party.
"I'm not hungry." Han Shuilan shook her head and said, "Go and eat, I'll wait for news here."
Liu Yanbo didn't force it anymore, but then suggested: "Then how about I find you a rest room in this police station to refresh yourself?"
Han Shuilan still shook her head, but as the sun rose higher and higher, her face became paler and she might faint at any time.
Liu Yanbo was very worried, and felt even more anxious, and said sincerely: "Mr. Han, you will break your body like this."
"It's okay." Han Shuilan forced a forced smile at this moment. "Boy, don't worry about me, Mr. Han is not as fragile as you think."
turn out to be-
The warm sun in winter will also be dazzling!
Liu Yanbo couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath to relieve the pain in his chest that seemed to be piercing into his heart.
Then-
Regardless of the comings and goings of the people around him, and no longer caring about the etiquette of students and the differences between men and women, he suddenly hugged Han Shuilan by the waist.
"What are you doing? Let me down quickly."
Han Shuilan struggled fiercely, but she couldn't break free. In desperation, or out of a woman's instinct to face such things—
snap~
The crisp applause sounded, causing people around to look sideways, but Liu Yanbo remained unmoved and strode towards the police station building.
Han Shuilan didn't struggle anymore, and even put her hands around Liu Yanbo's neck to make her hug more comfortable, and even buried her head in his chest. After a long time, she said softly with tears: "Stinky boy!" , if I can’t find Xi’er, I will hate you forever.”
These are very unreasonable words, but they are the only outlet she can vent now.
Ever since Han Chenxi was lost last night, Han Shuilan has been holding on alone, trying not to let all her thoughts go to pieces, telling herself that there will be hope...
She's a mother and should have been strong;
But she is also a woman and can be weak.
The son was lost, and one night passed, but there was still no news...
Han Shuilan didn't know how long she could last, but Liu Yanbo's aggressive behavior at the moment at least made her feel no longer alone, and made her feel that her tears were no longer lonely and helpless, because—
His chest was warm, making her feel like she had found something to rely on.
so-
If a woman can't even rely on herself, why can't she hate
Liu Yanbo didn't speak any more, but took every step more firmly, and walked into the deputy director's office.
Hungry Pan Yuyi saw that what Liu Yanbo brought back was not breakfast, but a woman, and he couldn't help feeling a nameless anger in his heart, and said in a bad tone: "Liu Yanbo, you will die if you knock on the door, really! Think of this as your own home, right?"
Liu Yanbo ignored it, but Han Shuilan really couldn't bear it anymore, raised her head and said, "Okay, let me down quickly."
This time, Liu Yanbo put her down obediently, then pushed open the door of the lounge, and said, "Mr. Han, you can rest here for a while."
Han Shuilan looked at Pan Yuyi, who was not far away with an unfriendly expression, and then at Liu Yanbo, who had a stubborn expression, and finally nodded and gave a soft "um", but she just walked into the lounge After taking a step, I felt a pain in the back of my neck, and my eyes darkened.
"Liu Yanbo, what are you doing?" Pan Yuyi hurried over and asked.
She had already recognized Han Shuilan as the mother of the missing boy last night, and she also knew that Liu Yanbo had a close relationship with this woman, so she couldn't understand his current behavior even more.
"She needs to rest." Liu Yanbo said as he picked up Han Shuilan who passed out again, and walked into the lounge.
The lounge is small in size and poorly furnished. Fortunately, the beds are big enough and warm, and there is air conditioning, so you don't have to worry about people sleeping in it catching a cold.
Liu Yanbo gently put Han Shuilan on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then squatted halfway beside the bed, carefully tidying up her somewhat messy hair, unwilling to leave for a long time—
His gaze at this time is gentler than the warm sun in winter, and his movements are gentler than the spring breeze gently swaying willows.
He was looking at her, and someone was looking at him.
Pan Yuyi remembered that from the time she knew her to the present, she had never seen Liu Yanbo treat a woman so tenderly and carefully as she is now, which made her feel a little apprehensive, and couldn't help asking: "Liu Yanbo, what is she doing to a woman?" Are you important?"
Is it important
How important is it
Liu Yanbo's gaze became softer involuntarily, and he thought of that season again, which belonged to his last carefree youth—
"Mr. Han, can I call your sister in the future?"
"Of course!"
"Sister. Then after I am admitted to university, can I go to the big city where you live to find you?"
"Okay! When you are admitted to university, you can come to see my sister, and my sister will take you to see the most beautiful fireworks."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true, when did my sister lie to you, brat!"
"Then we pull the hook."
"Hook~hanging~hundred years~don't change!"
…
"Sister, I will definitely be admitted to university, and I will definitely go to you."
"Brother, I'll wait for you~"
…
We met again many years later, today we are no longer what we were in that year, but what we said at that time is like you are still whispering in my ear now—
Word for word, forever.
Liu Yanbo didn't answer Pan Yuyi's question directly, but hooked the little finger of Han Shuilan's right hand with the little finger of his own left hand, and then thumb to thumb, just like when they parted that year.
Pull hook ~ hanged ~ one hundred years ~ not allowed to change!