"Captain Song, you're back."
"Captain Song, are you feeling better?"
"Team Song..."
"Team Song..."
…
Song Yuhang nodded one by one, greeted her colleagues who greeted her along the way, and walked into the office with her bag.
I haven't seen each other for several months. Although the story of her and Lin Yan fighting four criminals alone has not been reported in the newspapers, it has been widely circulated in the public security system, and it is not known who started it.
"Everyone is there, take a rest, stand at attention, and salute!"
The busy criminal policemen all stopped what they were doing and turned around, raising their hands to their temples.
Song Yuhang was startled for a moment, then the corners of her lips curled up softly, and she returned a standard military salute. Looking at the familiar faces in front of her, she thought, it's good to be alive.
"The gift is over!"
The office was busy again. Song Yuhang put down his bag and walked to the bulletin board in front. The nameplates of her and Lin Yan were posted on the bottom column of sick leave.
The person in the photo is wearing a police uniform, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, flaming red lips, and slightly raised chin, showing a bit of arrogance.
She flicked over the photo with her fingertips, gently tore off her nameplate, pasted it to the person on duty above, and turned around to devote herself to the busy criminal investigation work.
Before she was busy for too long, Feng Jianguo sent someone to call. Song Yuhang put down what he was doing, ran over and knocked on the door lightly: "Report, Bureau Feng, are you looking for me?"
Feng Jianguo was reading the legal newspaper while wearing reading glasses, and didn't let her sit down: "I asked Duan Cheng to pick you up yesterday, where did you go?"
Song Yuhang didn't change his face and his heart beat: "Report, I have some personal matters, let's deal with them."
Feng Jianguo flipped a page of the newspaper in his hand, snorted coldly, and said, "Private matter? What kind of personal matter can make you leave your colleagues behind and run away? I thought you wouldn't come back today!"
Song Yuhang's face was upright, righteous: "Report, dare not, the criminal police who did not report to work according to the prescribed time is not only absenteeism, but also an illegal act!"
Feng Jianguo closed the newspaper in his hand, his eyes reflected sharply under the lens, looked at her standing upright, and said, "It's good that you know..."
In the corner of the newspaper on the table was a news about the theft of a funeral parlor in the province of Maritimes.
Song Yuhang spotted it, and calmly turned his gaze back: "Then if there is nothing else, I'll go back to work."
Feng Jianguo picked up his teacup and took a sip, Zhuang Ruo didn't intend to mention it: "No hurry, there is no major case recently and you just take a break. Let me ask you, how is your health?"
"The leaders of the Municipal Bureau of Labor and the Provincial Department are concerned. There is no serious problem and you can go to work normally."
After all, he has been immersed in the officialdom for so many years, and Song Yuhang can still say a few polite words.
Feng Jianguo brushed off the froth in the teacup, and blew away the tea leaves: "What's the matter with that hand, you're still young, so don't be handicapped."
Song Yuhang glanced down at his right hand which was wrapped in gauze, hesitant to speak.
Feng Jianguo's eyes did not change, seemingly benevolent, but in fact he stared at her every micro-expression without letting go.
"This... I punched it myself with sandbags."
For about half a minute, no one said a word. During this moment of silence, Song Yuhang inevitably thought of the chat with Lin Yan last night before going to bed.
She was lying on the bed on the drip, and Song Yuhang sat on the hospital bed opposite her and looked at her.
Lin Yan tilted his head: "Your hand..."
She looked at her palm, which was tightly wrapped in gauze, and smiled: "It's okay, if Director Feng asks me, I'll say that I punched it myself, and I used to do it often."
"Will he let you—"
Song Yuhang was categorical: "No, if he asks me to remove the gauze and examine the wound in person, it will plant the seeds of suspicion in each other's hearts. Don't underestimate Feng Ju, he is a smart person and won't do that."
Sure enough, Feng Jianguo frowned and put down his teacup: "The wound is not healed enough to punch some sandbags, I think you young people are a little bit more energetic."
Song Yuhang smiled: "It's not like I'm in confinement."
"That's all right, all right, don't be angry about this matter, although it's justifiable, but discipline is discipline." Feng Jianguo said, then put on his reading glasses and continued to read the newspaper: "By the way, what did you do last night?" , Duancheng has been looking for you for half a night, and I don’t know how to send you a message.”
Sure enough, it came.
I also talked about this issue with Lin Yan last night, and she was a little distressed: "I still have a few old classmates in the provincial capital, or..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yan vetoed it: "Is it reliable? Are you sure your whereabouts will not be leaked even through threats or lures?"
Song Yuhang was silent, but the woman's eyes lit up, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "I have an idea, that is, I have to sacrifice Team Song's reputation..."
Song Yuhang looked at her, with a vague smile on his lips, and his eyes flicked across her: "Oh?"
Lin was annoyed, so he almost jumped from the bed to scratch her: "What are you thinking, it's not me, it's Lin Ge!!!"
Song Yuhang followed Lin Yan's words, and smiled a little shyly: "Do you really want to say it?"
Feng Jianguo glanced at her, and looked at her with a rare seriousness: "Could it be that there is something unspeakable?"
Song Yuhang followed the scriptures, his face flushed slightly: "Appointment... went on a date."
Feng Jianguo took a sip of tea and sprayed it all on the newspaper. He never expected that she would say such an answer. Looking at her indeterminate expression, she was quite complicated.
Seeing that he was choking, Song Yuhang stepped forward to take the cup away for him, but Feng Jianguo waved his hand to signal that he didn't need it.
"Is it with that blind date?"
Song Yuhang touched his nose awkwardly, and nodded embarrassingly: "Yeah."
The expression on Feng Jianguo's face became more complicated. There was a hint of relief that my family had a young girl who had grown up, and a hint of unbearable feeling that even good cabbage was gobbled up by pigs.
As for who is cabbage and who is pig, he can't tell for a while.
"Okay, okay, let's go."
Song Yuhang turned around to leave, but was stopped by someone: "I warn you, work is work, family is family, don't get involved with Lin Yan! If she has any troubles, remember to report to the organization in time. ?!"
Song Yuhang turned around, stood at attention and saluted with his fingers touching the seam of his trousers: "Yes, Director!"
Song Yuhang, who walked out of the office, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and sent a text message.
When he received the text message from Song Yuhang, Lin Yan was rolling up his sleeves for the doctor to draw blood. The same man with glasses took a test report and read it according to the script: "Miss, your physical indicators are low, and the new medicine has a certain effect. But you still have to keep taking it and try to avoid non-disease damage, which will greatly reduce your immune level... "
Lin Yan's phone lit up, and the word "fixed" jumped into her eyes. She picked it up with one hand and was about to reply when the man with glasses stopped.
She seemed to have come back to her senses: "Ah? What did you say?"
"Your immune level is no longer suitable for further injuries, especially bleeding injuries."
Lin Yan smashed this sentence, she recalled this sentence, and she dropped the phone again with a little sense of loss: "Okay, I see, you can go out."
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During the days when Lin was tired of recovering from his injuries, Song Yuhang was not idle. Although the area under his jurisdiction was peaceful and there were few major cases, thieves and the like still emerged in endlessly.
During the day, she travels through the streets and alleys of Jiangcheng City to catch thieves and hooligans. At night, if she needs to stay overnight, she just sleeps in the car for a night. On rare days off, she occasionally goes out for dinner with Lin Ge. The two of them have become rare friends.
The rest of the time was devoted to tinkering with Lin Yan's mechanical rod. Following the method taught by her old classmate, she first went to a steel factory to melt the materials, and three days later returned to her three intact aviation aluminum tubes. She began to polish, repair and weld by herself according to the drawings. She also disassembled and assembled firearms when she was in the police academy, but where did she get this thing? She figured out some ways, and she got better and better.
Everything is on the right track, including Lin Yan's body.
She took her medicines on schedule, took off the bandages on her feet and began to recover, sparred with a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu instructor, sweated profusely in the gym, and sat quietly in the pathology laboratory all day in a white robe.
The time passed slowly, and it rained a few more times, the colder in the mountains, the leaves slowly turned yellow, and the summer was coming to an end.
Song Yuhang parked her little e-Donkey at the gate of the Municipal Bureau, and walked in with the key, just in time to see someone coming to deliver flowers at the gate of the Municipal Bureau, and a large bouquet of delicate roses was stuffed straight into the arms of the policewoman.
"Happy Tanabata."
Only then did she realize, oh, so long has passed.
Seeing roses, she thought of Lin Yan again, and her sentence: "Give some color and open a dyeing workshop. Do you know that roses have thorns?"
Everything that happened that night, her eyebrows, her eyes, and her body temperature, to Song Yuhang, was a dream that had not been finished and he was already awake, but it was precisely because of this that he was very concerned about the next meeting with her. Keep enough expectations.
They seldom contacted each other, and Lin Yan really achieved the state of "I won't look for you, and you don't look for me", but almost every day, when Song Yuhang passed by the bulletin board, he would take a look at her photo, and at the same time I asked quietly in my heart: Are you feeling better today
She never sent this sentence, and Lin Yan didn't reply to her initial text message. When Song Yuhang took out his mobile phone and was about to say something, Zhang Jinhai walked over behind him.
"Hey, Team Song, go to work."
Song Yuhang had no choice but to put his phone away, and walked in with him: "Yes, Team Zhang, good morning."
During the break at noon, several criminal policemen who were interested whispered about the arrangements for the evening, and the singles also called for friends and said they would go to play. Song Yuhang was sitting alone in the office chair. Her position and her age were awkward or not. She was older than a criminal policeman in her twenties, and after all, she was a female leader, so she had to be careful when inviting her to drink and eat. Is it suspected of flattery in the eyes of others
Song Yuhang has always been very knowledgeable and never participated in various gatherings of his subordinates.
She was thinking about another thing, if she was on vacation tomorrow, at the end of summer, she wanted to visit her again.
Before she could think about it for too long, when she got off work in the afternoon, Lin Ge came, and the car stopped at the gate to wait for her, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand.
After all, he is a considerate and careful man. He knows that Song Yuhang doesn't like extravagant ostentation. He drives a low-key car and dresses low-key. The flowers he holds are simple sunflowers, daisies, baby's breath, and other kinds. Embellishment, but Song Yuhang couldn't name it.
The man saw her coming and handed her the flowers: "Happy Qixi Festival, are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together?"
It was the off-duty time, and there were people coming and going at the gate of the City Bureau. The driver of Feng Bureau just opened the car door for him, but the old director stopped again, looked over there, and the driver followed suit.
Excuse me! Good guy! Team Song is also being chased! Tsk tsk tsk, that's amazing, it seems that not only Feng Bureau but also Zhao Ting can handle it, but they have something on their minds.
Song Yuhang didn't show any shyness on his face, as if he just accepted a gift from a friend.
"Thank you, and I wish you a happy Tanabata too."
Seeing that the car carrying Song Yuhang slid completely out of the gate of the Municipal Bureau, Feng Jianguo looked away, got back in the car and told the driver to drive.
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The date with Lin Ge was not dull, he ate in mid-to-high-end restaurants, and he also ate in overcrowded food stalls. Song Yuhang insisted not to let him pay the bill, so AA or this time you invite me next time.
After eating, if she is not busy and has enough time, she will play sports such as bowling, archery and table tennis. She has never watched movies or bought clothes between ordinary couples.
I don't know if it's because of this, but Song Yuhang feels more and more that he is nice and comfortable with him, but he still owes something, and she can't say what it is.
It is too difficult for a person with no emotional experience to think about these issues. It would be easier for her to carry a five-kilometer cross-country.
Song Yuhang raised his hand and hit the bull's-eye with an arrow, while Lin Ge sat down panting heavily: "I can't do it anymore, rest, rest."
"it is good."
"Here, wipe off your sweat."
Along with the mineral water, there was also a handkerchief. He was really a very considerate person.
"thanks."
The bottle cap had already been unscrewed, Song Yuhang took it and took a sip, and when she was about to wipe the sweat with the handkerchief, she just put it on her face when she stopped.
A male-specific hormonal breath poured into her nostrils, and she suddenly missed the refreshing scent of Lin Yan's body. It smelled a little weak when it was far away, but it was sweet when it was smelled close.
Song Yuhang folded the handkerchief and returned it to him, and looked at his watch: "It's getting late, I have to go home."
Lin Ge got up: "Okay, I'll see you off."
"No, no, I'll take a taxi myself."
"Why do I spend that money while I'm driving a car? Walking around, it's not a few steps anyway."
It's hard to give up.
He is almost the best that a man can do. He is polite, humorous and witty, does not show off his knowledge, does not show off his family background, is not arrogant, low-key and modest, and respects women and all vulnerable groups.
He sent Song Yuhang to the alley, and opened the door for her himself. Song Yuhang moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but he smiled and said, "Miss Song, don't think too much, you are a Lin in terms of emotion and reason. Dear friends and colleagues, we are very grateful to you for saving her, I show my kindness to you because I want to thank you, and there are also personal feelings in it."
He paused: "Miss Song is very special."
If an ordinary person put such a gentle and handsome guy confessing, his face would be red, but Song Yuhang hasn't figured out what the relationship is all about, she seems to have touched some doors and seems to be far away.
She only knew that when Lin Ge said these words to her, her heart was very peaceful, without any ripples, the only ripples were about Lin Yan.
When she heard that name, she would think about her subconsciously and reflexively, so that she was slightly dazed.
Lin Ge saw that she was absent-minded, so he didn't say any more: "Today is just a meal with a special friend on this special day. Miss Song, please don't take it to heart. Forgive my abruptness."
Song Yuhang smiled and said goodbye to him: "No, thanks to you, otherwise I will still be on duty, and I will consider the formal relationship, thank you."
Lin Ge smiled the familiar hearty smile again: "Okay, I will continue to work hard."
After bidding farewell to Lin Ge, she walked home alone. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a little flower seller squatting by the side of the road. There were a few bare roses stuck in the basket in front of her, and no one cared about her.
"Selling flowers, selling flowers, two yuan a branch..." Seeing someone approaching, the girl shouted a little louder, her hoarse voice being blown far away by the wind.
I don't know why, but when she sees roses, she thinks of Lin Yan. She is like these few roses, lonely, uncared for, incomplete, and beautiful alone.
When she came back to her senses, she was already squatting in front of the little flower seller: "I want all these branches."
The little girl was overjoyed, and counted, there were five sticks in total, not even an auspicious number, she was a little embarrassed, and wanted to wrap it up for her.
Song Yuhang has already handed over ten yuan: "No need, I'll take it like this."
She held these thorny flower branches and walked home. After walking a few steps, she came back and put a beautifully packaged bunch of flowers in front of the girl.
"This is for you too, hurry home, it's too late and the road is not safe."
The fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl completed today's task with a pocket of change and a bouquet of flowers, which was a surprise.
"Thank... thank you."
As soon as she finished speaking, the tall woman waved her hand, passed through the dim light of the street lamp, and sank into the darkness.
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After returning home, Song Yuhang found a vase for those few roses after taking a shower, trimmed the flower branches, looked around and thought it was okay, took out his mobile phone and took a picture as a souvenir, but she didn’t know who to send it to. Just swipe the phone screen like this, until the name Lin Yan is swiped, and the fingertip swipe.
Song Yuhang covered his face.
"Ding dong—" the phone on the table rang.
Lin Yan turned on the desk lamp and touched it. It was Song Yuhang's message. She didn't answer a word, only a picture, a bouquet of delicate roses.
Lin Yan seemed to understand something, his eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of his lips gradually tightened.
When she pressed the number to dial back—
This message has been retracted.
At the same time, Lin Ge's dynamic popped up on the screen: an unforgettable Qixi Festival.
The accompanying picture is a dining table, a candlelight dinner, delicious food and wine. Although the person sitting across from him didn't show his face, he showed half of his wrist. She knew whose wrist watch it was.
Lin Yan put down the phone, turned off the desk lamp, turned over and continued to sleep.
After waiting for a long time for a response, she saw Lin Yan's profile picture gradually graying out, Song Yuhang heaved a sigh of relief and felt a little regretful.
I don't know why, when she talks to herself in that teasing tone when she is beside Lin Yan, she can see the tricks and even tease her back.
But it's difficult to speak flirtatiously, but to care seriously.
Song Yuhang couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it, poured a glass of boiled water and walked to his room, closed the door and continued to fiddle with her precious mechanical stick.