Companion's Honey

Bei, was pushed upright by him, heard his words again, sat there for a while, got up silently and prepared to leave.

Yong Shanshan slowly woke up, and saw Lin Qin walking towards the door, and realized that he had just admitted the wrong person.He threw off the quilt and planned to get out of bed to stop Lin Qin.

"Where are you going!" he yelled.

Lin Qin really didn't know what to do.

Young people step on the ground with bare feet, even with floor heating, it will still be a little cold.

"I, um, I didn't say it to you just now." Yong Shanshan tilted his head, he rarely admits his mistakes, and what he said didn't match the preamble.

The man felt better, turned around and walked back, ready to take him back.

Unexpectedly, Yong Shanshan dodged like a conditioned reflex.

Both of them were a little taken aback.

Yong Shanshan reacted first, put his arms around the man's neck when he was in a trance, and bit the man's stubbled chin in a disguised way.

Only then did the man come back to his senses, as if he understood something, he silently put the man back on the bed and sat down, then squatted down to straighten his slippers, raised and lowered his hands, but he didn't dare to pinch the young man like usual Dress him around his ankles.

The young man rolled his eyes, and took the initiative to put his feet in the man's broad palm.

Only then did the man feel relieved, and branded an unspeakable kiss on the youth's instep.

If he looked up at this time, he could see the young man's pale face for an instant.

The author has something to say: who am I, where am I, and what am I doing [Confused]

☆、Chapter 19

The Yong family is trying to find a way to contact the psychiatrist who treated Yong Shanshan four years ago.

The doctor seemed to have left the country four years ago, and Yong Shanshan was the last patient she received before she left.The Yong family entrusted acquaintances to inquire around, and their last move was to change to another doctor.

In recent days, Yong Shanshan's situation has stabilized, and his aggressive personality has almost never appeared again, and Lin Qin doesn't need to be with him every day.

But that's not a good thing.

After putting away his erratic temper, Yong Shanshan appeared very indifferent, and even his mood swings seldom appeared. Even the once-favored Alaska could hardly change his smiling face with a shy and cute face.

This is too bad.

For the past few days, the whole family has been worried, but they dare not show it in front of Yong Shanshan.But in fact, it doesn't matter if you show it. At this moment, Yong Shanshan doesn't care at all.

Among the members of the Yong family, only when Wang Xian or Lin Qin was talking to him, he would occasionally reveal a little emotion, such as the slight movement of the corners of the mouth or the twinkling of the eyes-this is already the limit.

They tried to communicate with Yong Shanshan and told him that they would find him a very kind and approachable psychologist.Yong Shanshan neither nodded nor shook his head, he seemed to stay out of the matter, his eyes were empty and his ears were deaf.

Lin Qin felt that it was more than that.

Yong Shanshan is clearly cutting off the interaction with others unilaterally.

One possibility is the inner self-enclosure, and the other possibility—he regards them all as hallucinations, hallucinations that cannot see, hear, or speak.

Lin Qin's brain hole can't stop it, if you veto the above, he can come up with another hundred and thousand conjectures.

He can calmly analyze all kinds of strange plans, but he can't cure his lover's heart disease.

He was helpless, there was nothing he could do.

A wry smile appeared on Lin Qin's icy face, and he patted Alaska who came over.

"Shouldn't I just spend my whole life with you?"

Alaska, as the former farm bully, has fought with cows, grabbed food with pigs, caught fish in ponds and caught cats on roofs.It is often fostered by Lin Qin, who is busy at work, in a farm in the suburbs, but he will never forget that when he was a cub, he used to play and play in this big house, eating and being lazy, and he will never forget that he always loves to bathe him Shunmao was the first owner who rubbed it up and down with his hands.

His eyes are dark and bright, his smile is beautiful and sweet, his hair is curly, his skin is white, and his chin is single-layered.

Just last year - just two nights before New Year's Eve, actually only one month ago, it just recognized its first owner.

But goose!Such a beautiful day did not last long, just two days ago, it lost him again.

To be precise, it was abandoned again.

Claw moved in a complicated mood.

Alaska: If I were not a dog but a human being, I would compose an impromptu poem to express my complicated feelings.

Although it has returned to this long-lost mansion and ate meat pies carefully cooked by the servants, there will no longer be strange animals to compete with it for territory, but the little boy who raised it by himself The master is sick.

Ask how it knows!

In the past, when it was rolling and splashing on the ground, the owner would hug it—and then lie on the ground with it; if it brought him slippers, the owner would pat it on the head and say a word of praise; In cold weather, it covers its owner's feet with its belly, and the owner will feed it some delicious snacks.

but now!All these cute methods are useless!

Even if it ran amok in the house and damaged the TV, the owner didn't bother to look at it.

What's the point of living if you can't please your master!

Alaska feels like it's getting closer to depression.

It yawned sleepily, pawed twice the lunch of meatloaf and dog food biscuits in the bowl in front of it, unmoved, without appetite, and gloated at the food that was also unable to eat. Second master.

Although the second owner has been playing with it since it was young, it was officially taken over three or four years ago.

At first, it ran away with the second master with longing for a new life.

The results of it?Never thought that this fish-lipped human would be a workaholic.

Poor it was so hungry at home that it scratched the wall, couldn't stop eating, and was finally sent to the hospital because of a stomach problem. Only in this way did the second owner feed it regularly and at fixed points.

It couldn't help singing: Little cabbage, yellow ground, two or three years old, motherless...

Isn't it!It was only two or three years old when it left its little master.

Not only that, but for a period of time, the second master often came home in the middle of the night, and the smell of perfume that he didn't know from some coquettish slut almost made him dizzy.

If it can speak human language, it must sue the little master for a black suit, to see if this person dares to wake it up from its sweet dreams in the middle of the night? !

Recalling those bitter and difficult years, Alaska bit the man's trouser leg to vent his anger.

I thought I could return to the embrace of my little master this time, but who would have thought...

It's all because the second master is so useless, he can't even catch up with him personally.

spicy chicken.Even it can get the snow-white purebred Persian cat in the next unit that has thousands of suitors.

Thinking of this, it bit down on the already tattered pants.

Lin Qin wouldn't have a heart-to-heart relationship with a dog, but he just wondered when this dog had a problem of biting his trouser legs, and someday it would have to be cured.

"Don't bite, this is my last pair of home pants." I was wearing a pair before and it was bitten.

Just don’t wear pants if you don’t have them, hehehe.Alaska winked at the man, almost worrying about them.

It's a pity that Lin Qin really couldn't appreciate a distorted dog face, but felt that it was extremely hot-eyed.

He beckoned to the big dog to follow him upstairs.

Aunt Wen, the cook, came downstairs with a plate shaking her head and sighing.

"What's the matter, Sansan doesn't eat anymore?" Lin Qin asked.

"Oh, that's right, I don't eat lunch, and I don't even eat dinner! He won't listen to persuasion." Aunt Wen shook her head.

She also took care of Yong Shanshan when he was a child. She and Lao Wen, who had heard that their own child died a few years ago, treated the Yong family's children as if they were their own, especially Sansan, who was the most painful.When Lin Qin's relationship with Sansan was the worst, she also saw some tricks.At that time, Yong Chengliang and his wife did not object, especially Wang Xian. Which mother would want her child to take such a rough road?

She believes in Buddhism, meeting is fate, if these two children can be together well, happy every day, who would not be happy.She slowly persuaded Wang Yuan to try to accept this matter.

She is the biggest hero.

However, Master Xuanzang has to go through ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties to learn the scriptures. The two young men will fight against all opinions to pursue true love, but there will be no more twists and turns.

When the fate arrives, when the mind arrives, things will be done.

Lin Qin also vaguely knew these things, so he was more grateful to Aunt Wen than respect.

He lost his father and mother in his early years, and experienced the greatest setbacks and grief in his life. Fortunately, he met too many warm people in his later life. Before he could speak, they took the initiative to help him melt his stiff heart.

"I'll go and have a look." Lin Qin took the tray.

"Hey, let him eat more." Aunt Wen rambled behind.

Alaska had already unscrewed the doorknob with his dog's paw.

The curtains in the bedroom were all drawn, fortunately it was broad daylight, otherwise it would be too dark to see.

"San San?" Lin Qin stood at the door, as if yin and yang were handing over, squinting his eyes and finally adapting to the changing light.

A figure by the window moved, as if turning his head to look this way.

"Why don't you eat?" He put the plate on the table, walked to the window and prepared to draw the curtains.

"Don't!" Yong Shanshan finally said, reaching out and gently tugging on Lin Qin's sleeve.

The man held him halfway, trying to pull him up, and when he felt the slight trembling of the person in his arms due to being touched, he sighed silently.

Mount Yong encircled the man's waist, and his face was buried in the tight muscles of the man's abdomen.

Although he is physically afraid of being touched by others, he is unwilling to reject Lin Qin psychologically, and he is even more afraid that men will get bored with him because of his unconscious resistance. Therefore, the young man compensates by getting closer to men and doing more intimate movements to show own position.

When the two of them were alone, Yong Shanshan seemed extraordinarily docile.

The warm breath was transmitted to the man's sensitive abdomen through the thin home clothes, and the desire that had not been vented for a long time was naturally and slowly highlighted the outline.

The young man felt something strange and visibly trembled more violently, but when Lin Qin wanted to leave him, he refused to let go.

"...Don't..." He resisted in a low voice, with a little panic in his words.

Yong Shanshan thought that the man was going to leave, so he hurriedly untied the man's belt and pulled down his underwear, intending to do something he had never done before.

"!" Lin Qin quickly lifted the young man's chin and put his thumb into his mouth.

The young man bit the man's finger and sobbed finely.

"San San, I won't go, I won't go." Lin Qin promised him this almost every day.

"No one can drive me away."

The young man was eating quietly, and glanced at Lin Qin from time to time by the small desk lamp.

Lin Qin advised him to leave the bedroom for a walk, but he hesitated and dawdled to the door, but never took a step outside.Lin Qin didn't force him, comforted him in a low voice for a while, and then left the big dog to be with him.

The darkness returned to the bedroom, and Alaska was obviously not used to this environment, and Yongshan Mountain was "snorring" in his throat.

Yong Shanshan rubbed his bare feet against its belly.

"You're not afraid, are you?"

Yong Chengliang brought back good news.

"I asked someone to find that doctor," Yong Chengliang breathed a sigh of relief, "After several twists and turns, the doctor has already planned to return to China within two days after learning about Sansan's situation."

"It's really great." Aunt Wen comforted Wang Xian.

"Dr. Qiao returned to China suddenly, and it is estimated that she has not found a place to live, so she is invited to live at home." Wang Xian said.

"Naturally." Yong Chengliang glanced at Lin Qin who was holding the bowl, but said nothing.

Lin Qin nodded politely to him.

"You can take a leave of absence and stay with Sansan." Yong Chengliang paused: "Xiao Qin."

"Uncle, don't worry, I'll stay with him too." Lin Qin spoke before Yong Chengliang.

Yong Chengliang choked, thinking of the relationship between his youngest son and this man, even though his face was stinky, he didn't object.

Wang Yuan took several thick photo albums and cuddled up on the sofa with Yong Shanshan and whispered.

The family members were all sitting together looking at the photos, the housekeeper and the cook had nothing to do, and even the big dog, who had a particularly low sense of presence recently, stretched his neck to join in the fun.

"Look, when you were one year old." Wang Yuan pointed to an old photo: "It's so cute. If you don't give you biscuits, you won't take pictures obediently. You have been a ghost since you were a child."

Yong Shanshan seldom listened to Wang Yuan talk about these old things, although his face was expressionless, the eyes staring at the photos were obviously very novel.

Wang Xuan turned a page, and there were two brothers in the photo, the younger one was pouting and crying, and the older one impatiently wiped his brother's tears.

"Yimin didn't like you very much when he was a child..." Wang Yuan said with a smile.

"Mom!" Yong Yimin could guess what his mother was going to say, he was a man in his late thirties, and it was a bit embarrassing to recall these dark histories.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Yong Shuangpei blew on the freshly painted nail polish. "Sansan slept with you once and wet the bed in the middle of the night. When you got so serious, Sansan started crying out of breath. In the end, I coaxed him well."

Lin Qin didn't know these trivial things, and listened with gusto from the side.

"Oh, this one." Wang Yuan pulled out a photo, the lens was crooked, and the snowman in the photo was crooked too.She reminiscingly said: "When you were young, you often had colds and fevers. It was a toss-up. I hired a family doctor to stay at home for a long time. No matter how thick I was in winter, I dared not let you go out to play. The child of the Li family, oh, is now a star." He told you to build a snowman, and you ran out without telling us, but you came back that night with a high fever, and you still held your little camera and didn’t let go. I heard that Tang An went back because of this. He was also punished by his mother not to eat."

No matter how carefully he looked at a photo album, he would finish it. Wang Xian picked up another one.

Wang Yuan opened it only to realize that he had taken the wrong one. Most of the album contained his own photos. He was about to close it, but was stopped by Yong Shanshan.

"Okay, let's take a look." Wang Yuan smoothed his hair.

"This was when I first married your father." Wang Xian and Yong Chengliang's husband and wife had a harmonious relationship, which was very rare among wealthy families.

"This one is just a few days after you were born. This is your grandfather, haven't you seen it before? Does it look like an old-fashioned?" Wang Xian said with tears in his eyes: "Hey, when it was found out, it was already in the advanced stage of liver cancer , He didn’t want to treat him, saying that your grandma has been waiting for him below, and he is going to accompany her.”

"Let's not talk about this, just say something happy." Wang Xian flipped back.

"Ah." Yong Shanshan called out in a low voice.

"What's wrong, baby?" Wang Yuan thought he was uncomfortable.

"This." Yong Shanshan stretched out his finger, and the faces of the two women in the photo were [-]-[-]% similar, and one of the more mature ones was Wang Xuan.

"Oh, this person's name is Zhang Ke." Wang Yuan thought he was surprised that the two of them looked alike, so she explained to him: "Do you think this aunt looks like me? Many years ago, our family was your grandfather." Grandma's house, the poverty alleviation subsidizes students from poor families, and they saw that the child looked like me, and they thought it was destined, so they helped her." Wang Xuan's expression was a little faint: "She is proud and has strong self-esteem, and she doesn't want to be in vain. When she took the money from our family, she said it was a loan, wrote an IOU, and said that when she started working, she would calculate the interest on the loan at that time and return it to us together.”

"Later." Yong Shanshan was rarely interested in anything.

"Later, it was okay. She really paid back every penny. She heard that I got married, so she specially came to bless me with this photo." Wang Yuan obviously didn't want to talk about this person. .

Yong Shanshan looked at the little mole at the corner of the woman's eye, and clenched his hands even tighter.

In the middle of the night, Yong Shanshan tossed and turned, went downstairs and quietly took out the photo, and brought it back to the bedroom.

He didn't move much, but Lin Qin, who was sleeping unsteadily in the suite, still woke up.

"What's the matter, baby?" Lin Qin sat beside Yong Shanshan's bed in a nightgown, looking at the old photo in Yong Shanshan's hand strangely.

"Is there something wrong with this photo?"

Yong Shanshan pulled the man into the quilt, then leaned against him trembling slightly.

The young man's thin white fingers pointed to the woman with the mole on the corner of the eye in the photo.

"Her?" Lin Qin didn't know why, and tried hard to recall the things about this woman in Wang Yuan's few sentences, not knowing where there was a problem.

The man tightened his hands around Yong Shanshan, and pressed his lips against the young man's sensitive ears: "I don't understand, Sansan."

The young man's body was a little stiff, he tilted his head and rubbed against Lin Qin affectionately, he didn't know what to say.

Lin Qin listened hard, only then could he hear that he said "Mom".

The man couldn't laugh or cry: "Honey, I'm not a mother."

The young man pursed his lips, looking unhappy.

The man had no choice but to coax him: "Okay, whatever you say is what you say."

The young man was still upset, turned over and leaned on Lin Qin to hug him, his pitiful appearance was not much different from that of Alaska.

Lin Qin was so angry that he had to hold him down awkwardly. This was the second time today.

"Don't make trouble, this is at home." No matter how hard Lin Qin could hold back, he would not bully his son at the old man's house.

Yong Shanshan groaned and said nothing, he pulled Lin Qin's hand away, and bit his Adam's apple hard again.

"Hmm!" Lin Qin didn't dare to pinch him hard, the young man's skin was too delicate, and a touch would leave a fingerprint.

Yong Shanshan shrank back into the quilt confidently, curled up between the man's legs, slowly pressed his face against the raised shape, closed his eyes slightly to feel the subtle impulse of the artery, and then used his tender red lips to separate the underpants Trace the outline.

"Baby, don't be like this..."

Lin Qin really felt sorry for him, and never thought of letting the young man help him like this.

"No." The young man's voice was muffled, but he didn't make any further moves.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, took the man back into his arms, and sat face to face with his legs apart.

"You..." Lin Qin looked at the dark eyes of the man in his arms, and had to compromise: "Use your hands, huh? The two of us together."

The young man touched the tip of his nose flatteringly.

The author has something to say: At the end of each chapter, I only think about driving, not about the plot.

☆、Chapter 20

Qiao Shuping went overseas to study abroad when she was 22 years old. After a few years, she returned to China and entered a psychological clinic affiliated to a pharmaceutical company. At the age of 30, she gave birth to a daughter, and after the divorce, she lived alone with the child.

At the age of 40, Qiao Shuping received a very special patient in her career—Yong Shanshan.She spent a lot of energy on this child, but still couldn't solve the root problem.

In the same year, her daughter died in a car accident.

As one of the best psychiatrists, she couldn't heal her heart. She chose to go to a foreign country to forget her pain and start a new life alone.

Until someone found her and told her that Yong Shanshan's condition had relapsed. As the attending doctor, she was naturally responsible for continuing the treatment, so she returned to China again.

Qiao Shuping still remembered the first time she saw Yongshan Mountain four years ago.

The boy who was supposed to be in his prime was in good shape, as if a gust of wind could take him down, he looked chronically malnourished, there were no traces of binding and whipping on his body, but there were old and new wounds that were bruised and pinched everywhere.There is no blood on the face and lips, the circles around the eyes are black, and the eyes are dull. He has just grown up, but he looks haggard.

The first time Qiao Shuping saw him, she knew that this young boy was a serious "addict".But that wasn't the main reason his parents brought him here by force.

Sensitive alertness, panic and irritability, slow thinking, sensory impairment, inability to distinguish between reality and illusion.Refusing to approach others, refusing contact with society, and even refusing to talk about recalling the process of being kidnapped and abused.

Qiao Shuping believes that these symptoms are basically consistent with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), and has been treating Yong Shanshan with drugs and psychological counseling according to this diagnosis.It's easy to say, but in fact, it took nearly a month to establish a friendly and kind image in his heart just by being close to Mount Yong.Even so, it is not easy to heal Yong Shanshan in a short while.After Qiao Shuping tried a variety of proven methods to no avail, she realized that she had picked up a hot potato.

Sudden withdrawal of high-concentration addictive drugs will cause the patient to often fall into a state of mental breakdown, coupled with PTSD and the illusions caused by unknown drugs, it is very likely that Yong Shanshan's consciousness will be self-enclosed. won't open.

Qiao Shuping decided to use a hypnotherapy program that she had researched and had not yet practiced on this hopeless boy.

To be honest, it would be rather inaccurate to call this approach therapy.Everyone in the world knows that Dayu focused on dredging rather than blocking water when he controlled water, but this method focuses on blocking rather than dredging.It is effective in the short term, but the long-term consequences are not known. What's more, patients are now heavily dependent on drugs both mentally and psychologically.So in short, this hypnosis plan is to gradually block the patient's memory of this major trauma through a method similar to hypnosis, supplemented by sedative and hypnotic psychotropic drugs, and "block" the source through a two-pronged approach.The side effect is that PTSD cannot be completely treated. After the course of treatment is over, patients will still experience limited emotions and even inability to feel love, alienation from social activities, and lack of interest in managing the future of life.

Qiao Shuping told the Yong family couple about this plan to get their consent, and told them frankly that the patient's condition was too complicated, and even if she invited a world-class expert consultation, there would be no other way in the short term. The method has been fully planned, but it has not been tested and may be risky.

Of course, Wang Xian hopes that her child will receive thorough treatment, but every time she looks at those big eyes that are shining brightly when she is awake, and hears her little son screaming "Mom don't go" over and over again when she collapses, touching her Looking at the thin back with no muscle left, her heart, which was not hard at all, softened and ached.

Yong Chengliang put his arms around his haggard wife, and silently agreed.

Of course, the story always goes that way.After two months of Qiao Shuping's treatment, Yong Shanshan's condition has been slightly improved. The patient has no impression of the trauma of those three months, and will no longer have hallucinations and mental tension. The only problem is the stubborn psychological sex addiction.

Qiao Shuping found that Yong Shanshan liked to read books on language on her bookshelf, so she suggested that the Yong family and his wife should consciously guide Yong Shanshan to learn these things. Concentrating on studying can always distract some attention from addiction.

After more than three months of treatment, Qiao Shuping asked Yong Shanshan's family members to arrange to come back regularly for psychological counseling. Yong Shanshan was obedient, although at this time he did not understand why he had received psychological treatment.But I don't know if it's really a sequela of PTSD or just because of nature. He doesn't have the slightest desire to explore these things, and his parents will never harm him, just do it.

"Four years later, the family reappeared, and the former patient inevitably collapsed."

Qiao Shuping wrote down this sentence in the black notebook.

Concerned about Gan Baobao’s youngest son, Wang Yuan personally went to the airport to pick him up.

The two are considered to be familiar with each other, and chatting along the way will not be too awkward.

Knowing that Qiao Shuping found a job in the United States and reunited with someone, she will still go back to the United States if the treatment goes well this time.

Thinking that Qiao Shuping would not be able to go back to reunite with her family in a short time as the New Year approached, Wang Xian felt guilty.

"Don't feel sorry, as a doctor, this is what I should do." Qiao Shuping had insight into her thoughts.She knew how much the Yong family valued this child, and as a mother, she could understand this eagerness.

During dinner, Qiao Shuping asked to sit opposite Yongshan Mountain so that he could observe him conveniently.

Yong Shanshan had an impression of this gentle female doctor, and nodded slightly to her when he felt her uncomfortable gaze.

Qiao Shuping also smiled back.

She saw Yong Shanshan pick up vegetables for the young man beside him, and he acted calmly and flatteringly.

really interesting.

She is a psychiatrist, and she can best look for clues in other people's expressions and actions.Yong Shanshan's action seemed very simple to others, but in her eyes it was extremely complicated.

On the way here, Wang Yuan told her about the current situation of Yongshanshan in detail, and also mentioned that Yongshanshan used violence against others, and the target of the attack was this young man named Lin Qin.But at this time, Yong Shanshan's flattery was not compensation for the person he had violently abused.On the other hand, Wang Yuan said that Yong Shanshan has a tendency to be autistic recently, and she has not noticed it yet, but judging from Yong Shanshan's attitude towards Lin Qin, Lin Qin is likely to be a breakthrough point.

After dinner, Lin Qin accompanied Yong Shanshan to read, while Qiao Shuping and the Yong family went into the study.

"If you and Shanshan are ready, then I can give him a psychological evaluation first, so that I can understand his situation in more detail." Qiao Shuping added: "So far, Sansan's situation is not as good as before. It’s so serious, which is a good thing, but it’s very possible that something uncontrollable will happen, I hope you should be mentally prepared, after all, I’m not omnipotent.”

Yong Chengliang: "We all understand, Dr. Qiao, thank you for your hard work."

He and his wife bowed to Qiao Shuping hand in hand.

Qiao Shuping didn't dare to accept it, and quickly helped the two of them: "This is where my accusation lies, I will try my best."

The Yong family prepared a comfortable and well-equipped reception room according to Qiao Shuping's wishes.

Qiao Shuping asked Yong Shanshan to read books or listen to music in the reception room with her every day.

Qiao Shuping deliberately dressed more kindly to lower Yong Shanshan's defensiveness.

In the first two days, there was basically no interaction between the two.

A few days later, Qiao Shuping was able to say a few words to Yong Shanshan.Occasionally she whispered little stories about her own daughter who died young.Yong Shanshan was on the sidelines, either reading or relaxing, and he didn't know whether he listened to it or not.

More than ten days later, Yong Shanshan was able to express his own opinion after Qiao Shuping finished telling the story.Qiao Shuping struck while the iron was hot and asked Yong Shanshan to tell some happy things that she could remember.

Like a secret exchange.

It was evening at this time, and there was heavy snow falling outside the window, one after another.The smooth and melodious music in the warm room slid out of the ear, which happened to be Chopin's "Nocturne in E-flat Major".

"What do you drink? Milk? Black tea? Plain water?"

"...um...milk." After the young man finished answering, he politely thanked him.

Of course, Qiao Shuping thoughtfully poured out a cup of warm milk for him.

Yong Shanshan got up and took it: "Thank you." To show his courtesy, he took a sip first.

The milk is neither too cold nor too hot, just the right temperature for drinking.

Ok, so, what is the entry point?

She sat on the single sofa next to Yongshan Mountain, picked up the wool and needles that were placed aside, and could vaguely see the shape of the fabric, without urging her, but knitting slowly.

When the seventh injection was given, the young man beside him finally couldn't help but make a sound.

"Well, what are you knitting?" The young man didn't know why this person wanted to chat with him, but now he ignored him.

"Knit a pair of gloves." After Qiao Shuping answered, she stopped talking.

The young man had to say again: "Is the weaving for your child?" After asking, he was a little annoyed. He heard his mother mention that Dr. Qiao's daughter died early.

Qiao Shuping shook her hand and loosened a coil.

"Yes, it's for my son." She hooked the thread back.

The young man was slightly surprised. After thinking about it, he was probably her stepson.

He was dazzled by the blue, white and gray three-color wool that kept jumping on the left and right needles.

"That's great, then he must like the gift very much." The young man showed a hint of envy: "My mother doesn't know how to knit these things. My grandmother made me sweaters and vests when I was young."

Probably knowing that the doctor would listen patiently, he continued: "Although I feel a little regretful, I'm not a little girl who always thinks about these things all day, but my mother probably doesn't know," he snickered at this point, "I was ignorant when I was young, and I complained to her about it, and she actually went to learn to knit sweaters. But maybe she really doesn't have this talent. I secretly saw a piece she knit for me. It's like a vest... Haha... It's really ugly, and I even forgot to open my sleeves." The young man couldn't help lying on the armrest of the sofa, looking at the needle and thread in the woman's hand, and laughed: "She had to take it apart and re-knit it, and the result was either missing stitches or threads coming off. In the end, she was so angry that she stuffed the poor woolen vest with one cuff and the thread in the closet, and she never saw it again. I knit a sweater, and I haven’t mentioned it to anyone.” The young man tilted his head and closed his eyes slightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

After a long while, I told the second half of the story.

"When she was not at home, I secretly took out the defective product and put it on happily. I can only stretch out one arm, and it is very wide, covering me like a bag. I just Wearing it around the house with a long string trailing behind it."

"What happened next?" The doctor didn't stop what he was doing.

"...forgot." The young man seemed to feel that he had finished speaking for a week, and he scribbled to end the story.

Qiao Shuping ended today's conversation thoughtfully.

Seeing that the situation in Mount Yong was getting better and better, Lin Qin received an important piece of news.

Here's the thing.

He was investigating Qiao Shuping.

Although this was a bit like a suspicious person, he still felt that Qiao Shuping was a little suspicious, whether it was the sudden appearance four years ago and taking over the case of Yong Shan Shan, or the reappearance four years later when Yong Shan Shan needed her.

A large part of the relationship network that his father ran in the early years is no longer available, and now he has all that his grandfather handed over to him later.His ambition is not here, if it is not for Yong Shanshan, he does not intend to owe these favors.

But the results of the investigation were not satisfactory. All the information showed that Qiao Shuping was fine.Lin Qin did not intend to stop the investigation, but instead turned his attention to Lu Yue, Qiao Shuping's daughter who died young in a car accident.

Yong Shanshan had just finished talking for the day, when his phone vibrated, he finally received an exciting news.

——[Qiao Shuping's daughter Lu Yue's cause of death is doubtful. ]

He replied: "Focus on checking."

Lin Qin put away his mobile phone and caught the young man who rushed towards him.

The mood of the youth was obviously a little depressed.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qin asked.

Yong Shanshan shook his head and didn't speak, and he didn't feel uncomfortable lying in his arms in a strange posture.

Lin Qin thought for a while before asking, "What did Dr. Qiao talk to you about?"

Yong Shanshan didn't want to talk about these things, so he buried his head in Lin Qin's heart and acted like a baby: "I won't tell you."

Lin Qin always has nothing to do with this kind of Yongshan Mountain.

If you don't say it, don't say it.

The man bent down and picked up the young man's curly hair with his lips, feeling extremely distressed.

Investigating what appears to be a well-planned murder is a little harder than you might think.

It was not until the night of New Year's Eve that Lin Qin, who had just got off the plane back to City A, received the exact news.

——[The information has been sent to the mailbox. ]

Lin Qin is like a visiting son-in-law, he has lived in the Yong family for a long time, no matter what, he can't stay at someone else's house during the Chinese New Year, let alone the Yong family has not officially recognized him.

He returned to City A as in previous years, his grandfather Lin Weiguo had already asked the chef to prepare a table of meals for him.

Lin Weiguo was born in the army, and his personality is very rigid. Sometimes his temper becomes stubborn, and neither grandparents nor grandchildren will bow their heads first.But family love always exists like a bond. As long as the blood relationship is there, there will always be a time for reconciliation.

It's just that the process took a little longer.

"grandfather."

"Well, I'm back." Lin Weiguo, who saw his grandson, was obviously much happier: "Come on, I've asked someone to cook a lot of your favorite dishes. It's just us and my father who have a meal together to celebrate a new year."

"Ah."

Although Lin Weiguo is no longer in power, he even distributed some of his people to his grandson, but he also