Shi Yi nodded: "Accompanying is not a biological child, there will always be negligence."
He smiled: "I feel the same?"
She explained: "In the past, my mother and several uncles took turns taking care of her grandmother, because she discovered that the escort did not speak with her grandmother, and there was not enough sunlight for her old man. It was all trivial things, but those who were children would take care of it."
She looked at him and couldn't help wondering if he was so patient in the laboratory.
After Zhou Shengchen inspected the bathroom, he turned on the faucet and washed his hands.
She looked so closely and found that there seemed to be scars on the palm of his hand: "Your hand, has it been hurt?"
He hummed: "This is normal."
What he said is normal. Naturally, in the laboratory, there are always these little dangers. Shi Yi pursed his lips, feeling a little distressed, but he also felt that it was his job, and there was not much to say.
She saw that he was almost done checking, so she left the bathroom and continued to speak with her grandmother.
Zhou Shengchen lowered his head and continued to wash his hands, meticulously, but he couldn't help smiling slightly and shook his head.
Shi Yi returned to the old man's house, was groped, and put on a string of emerald beads.
Grandma grabbed her hand and patted gently. Before she took a closer look, she heard her grandma speak.
"I, I gave birth to a daughter, and I am sorry Zhou Sheng's family for the rest of my life," the grandmother's speech was not clear enough, she reluctantly bent over and listened. You shouldn't marry her."
Shi Yi could hear that, and guessed that the eldest grandma said was not Zhou Shengchen, but his father.
Grandma sighed heavily.
Then he held a string of 108 jade bracelets and recited the sutra silently.
Zhou Shengchen just came out and saw the eighteen-child jade bracelet on her wrist. His surprise flashed in his eyes. On the way back, he said the origin of this eighteenth bracelet: "28 cm in circumference, eighteen jade beads," his fingers slid down the rope under the coral beads, "pink carved tourmaline, also There are coral beads and pearls."
She raised her wrist: "Very delicate."
"This is something from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties."
Shi Yi was stunned, and couldn't help but laugh: "Zhou Shengchen, can you give me a safe? I want to lock them up."
"This is a rosary, a bracelet used to chant mantras for many generations. Wear it," he laughed. "The Buddha will bless you."
"I know this," she fiddled with the beads one by one with her index finger, "this is the smallest, and there are 27, 54 and 108, all of which are chanting bracelets."
The car is driving in the mountains and forests, the winding road is very quiet, and the air is even better.
A breeze came in from the half-open car window, blowing the shredded hair on her cheeks, such a smile, and the pride that was obviously showing off her erudition, which made Shiyi's whole person look... somewhat cute.
He looked at her for a while without speaking.
He looked at her a little embarrassed, smiled, and said nothing.
His car, and the four cars that followed, kept a certain distance, and went to the old house one after another.
But when I was approaching, I saw from a distance that there were many police cars listening outside the gate.
The police cars were quiet, but they were all turned on, and the pale lights of four or five cars intertwined, illuminating the road and stone carvings at the door of the old house clearly. Uncle Lin quickly put on the earphones and whispered to the car behind to take a small road, not to follow.
Shi Yi wondered what it was because of it, and hurriedly turned his head and glanced at Zhou Shengchen.
He was not surprised.
Just put down the rolled up cuffs and fastened the cufflinks alone: "Uncle Lin, give me Miss Shiyi's passport." Holding the steering wheel in his left hand, Uncle Lin continued to steadily drove towards the door of the old house, while his right hand got out of the car. In the storage compartment inside, I took out four passports and handed them over.
"It's time, you remember." Zhou Shengchen took her purse and put four passports in it. "You now have the nationality of four countries, and I have diplomatic immunity here. You are my wife in name, so , You also enjoy immunity."
What he said was very plain, and it was sometimes difficult to understand.
"In short," he told her calmly, "you can ignore whatever happens."
The car came to a halt slowly.
Uncle Lin first took off his gloves, folded them and placed them in the driving position, and gently sorted out his suit before getting out of the car first. Shiyi looked at what was happening before him in amazement. Two policemen approached and shook hands with Uncle Lin very politely, whispering something.
Uncle Lin quickly shook his head, leaned to look inside the car, and explained.
Quiet picture, she could not hear any conversation, but she could feel that the situation was serious.
Still talking.
There was no sound outside the window, but she had already thought a lot about it.
She had never seen the passport in her purse, let alone knew anything about it. She thought that Zhou Shengchen was just the eldest son of a family, but she hadn't guessed that he had the ability to completely change his nationality without even knowing it.
As for the four or five police cars in front of him, Uncle Lin was able to deal with them plainly.
It also shows that he knew these things a long time ago and expected them, so first put the two people in the safest identities.
He has "diplomatic immunity"? Which country's diplomatic envoy is he
Uncle Lin had already turned back, walked to Zhou Shengchen's side, opened the door for him, and quickly ran to Shiyi again, opening the door for her in the same leaning posture.
After Shi Yi got out of the car, he quickly took his arm.
With so many police cars parked at the gate, it is impossible to say not to be uneasy, her hand is a little tight.
"Mr. Zhou Sheng, hello."
The middle-aged police headed by the police and a prosecutor who came personally stepped forward and shook hands.
Zhou Shengchen always smiled silently, Shi Yi kept his eyes down and kept looking at the ground. Until he heard the murder case involving Tang Xiaofu, his fingers couldn't help but tightened.