There's a point in the team

Xing Gui stopped and asked, "Do you feel bored?"

"How come, but..."

Criminal raised his eyebrows: "But?"

"...But there is a feeling of a gourd baby in the mountains suddenly entering the city."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, this sentence is used to describe my mood at this moment, happy~"

"Anyway, you are also a young master, why are you so short-sighted?" Xing Zui Shi Ran said, he looked around, only the whistling wind and the unique rustle of cold winter could be heard in his ears.

"This is not a strange place. For some children without parents, it is a temporary home... Most people don't want to come."

Criminal crimes have always disliked the word "orphan", as if the creator of the word deliberately distinguished those children without parents.He thought about it in his heart, and finally chose to use the word "ordinary people" to classify them.Maybe it's a bit general, but those children are just simple ordinary people, ordinary people.

However, Qingming focused on the first half of the sentence.

"Master? I don't remember mentioning this in my file. Senior brother, you won't... touch my family, right?"

Criminal crimes fell on deaf ears and continued to move forward.

"I guessed it?"

Qingming chased after him. "You said, did you investigate me?"

Seeing his reluctance, Xing Zui let go, "I checked that kid Qinglang, and by the way, I got to know you better."

"What are you investigating Qinglang for?"

"Yeah, I'm investigating what that yellow-haired boy is doing?"

Qingming sees the crime and doesn't want to say it, so he doesn't ask.He understands crimes, and he will naturally say what he wants to say. If he doesn't want to say, even if he threatens him by feeding him a blade, he can't say a word.

"I've been walking for a long time, why haven't I seen a child?"

"You should be taking a nap at this point, and you didn't bring sugar to others."

"Don't you have it on you?"

After finishing speaking, let's take advantage of the crime and not pay attention!His hand had already reached into the pocket of his coat, and he unceremoniously swept away the only few candies inside.Before he stretched out his hand from his pocket, he was grabbed by the crime.

Xing Zui joked, "What if I get hungry later?"

Qingming grinned and said, "Isn't there still my sweetheart?"

There was a faint smile on Xing Zui's mouth, but he quickly restrained it, lest someone would make an inch later.He said calmly:

"It's saccharine"

After finishing speaking, Xing Zui continued to move forward, but there was an extra hand in his pocket.The lowest temperature in Dangcheng in February can reach 2 degrees Celsius, and the difference is not much different in neighboring provinces and cities. Before going out in the morning, the criminal asked him to wear cotton clothes.Qingming refused on the grounds that "it will cause prickly heat". Xing Zui took out prickly heat powder and asked him to wipe it on before wearing it. In the end, Qingming had nothing to do, so he put on the really bulky padded jacket.

Qingming's fingertips were still cool, and Xing Zui didn't like the chill that always carried him.He wrapped Qingming's hand with the palm of his hand, trying to drive away the annoying cold air with the heat of his palm, even more reluctant to let go.

When the two passed by an osmanthus tree, the crime stopped again, and their eyes stayed on the osmanthus tree, with an imperceptible gleam in their eyes.The memory stored in a certain corner of my heart seemed to have been pressed the play button, and scene after scene resurfaced in my mind.

More than ten years ago, there was an osmanthus tree at this location, but it was only seven feet high.

Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, this sweet-scented osmanthus tree is still there.It's just that compared with the small tree back then, it has obviously become a big tree.The lines on the bark are carefully outlined by the years, familiar and unfamiliar.In memory, the strong sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance is unique to it.

The scene reappears in front of the criminal...

The thin boy under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree always stands behind another boy.Osmanthus blossoms are all over the branches, and the sweet scent of osmanthus is what the boy named Xiaoshi likes to smell most.The little stone is not tall, and he can only touch the branches at the bottom with his hand, and there are only sparse flower particles on it... The little stone stood on tiptoe, brought his nose close, and gently sniffed the fragrance.He would even pick up the sweet-scented osmanthus that fell on the ground, pout his mouth and carefully blow off the dust on it, and then put it in his mouth with a babble, foolishly saying that the sweet-scented osmanthus is sweet.

The tall boy named Xiaofei was dubious, and put a few pills in his mouth, but he didn't taste a trace of sweetness.But Xiaoshi firmly insisted, he tasted the sweetness.

Qingming bumped him with the shoulder, "Comrade Xing, what are you thinking about so preoccupied? Tell me and share."

Xing Zui said calmly: "Thinking of someone"

Qingming pretended to be casual and asked: "Little stone?"

"Well, we used to come here often, and the sweet-scented osmanthus tree wasn't that tall back then."

Xing Zui picked up a fallen leaf with his fingertips and continued: "At that time in summer, he would come here every day. He said there were too many leaves, so he gave each leaf a name. He also used a pen to gently draw The chosen name is written on each leaf."

Listening to the description of the crime, Qingming felt a little blocked, but he couldn't say why.He was the one who said he would come, and he is the one who is stuck in his heart now.Where is this going?Qingming's face is still calm, he said:

"I said, did you often pee under the tree to fertilize it? That's why this tree can grow so strong."

"You can ask it"

Qingming laughed silently, and spit out a sentence that had not been brewed and thought, and had no processed ingredients at all.

"I'm jealous"

Xing Zui went through these words twice in his mind, and he, who has always reacted quickly, failed to understand it for a while.Seeing that Qingming also spoke out, she simply had a good time.

"I'm jealous of the Starlight Home, I'm jealous of this osmanthus tree, I'm jealous of the little stone, they can leave you with so many memories."

"but…"

Qingming suddenly changed the subject, and his eyes became affectionate, and he said solemnly:

"...I, Qingming, promise to the criminal that Qingming will never be absent every day when there is a criminal in the future!"

The cold wind slightly blew across the faces of the two, and they stared at each other, with only the shadow of each other in their eyes.The bangs on Qingming's forehead were messed up and stuck to his forehead, his eyes were extremely determined.

The words just now, before being blown away by the wind, fell into Xing Gui's ears completely, and the wave was not calm, but it stirred up another wave in his heart in an instant.

The corner of Xing Zui's mouth rose, "Ming Zai, are you going to propose to me?"

"Marriage proposal is a big deal, don't be hasty, I'll show you my love first, let's not be in a hurry, we'll wait."

The crime was originally just an unintentional joke, but Qingming suddenly became serious, his heart seemed to be lightly brushed by a feather, he wanted to laugh but didn't, and felt a little helpless.

"How long to wait? Do I have to wait until I'm old?"

"Brother, don't worry, no matter how old I am, I still want you."

Xing Zui said: "Then, should I still thank you?"

Qingming laughed.

"Go, go and see where you slept when you were a child."

Criminal gave him a meaningful look, "I want to sleep so soon"

Qingming knew what he meant, pretended not to understand, and said, "I want to see if there are any traces of your bed-wetting on the bed."

While pulling him to continue walking, Xing Zui said, "I'm afraid I will disappoint you..."

Qingming didn't take it seriously: "I don't believe you haven't wet the bed."

Xing Zui said: "It does not exist. Bedwetting depends on personal willpower and endurance. It just so happens that I have been very good at controlling tension and endurance of physical activities since I was a child. You have also seen this in bed."

"..."

After that, the two went to the dean's office, but they didn't see anyone.So the two stood in the corridor and waited for a while. After ten minutes, the dean came back with a cloth bag in his hand.When he got closer, the old dean recognized the crime.

Xing Zui's usual inhuman and indifferent expression gradually dimmed in the smile of the old man opposite him...

He left the orphanage at the age of 14, went to school, became an adult, entered the society, graduated from university, and became a criminal policeman... Criminal crimes followed step by step.

In the past few years, he would regularly send some things to the dean, Uncle Wu who was the gatekeeper.I also send some daily and school supplies to the children in the orphanage, but I only send letters to the dean.There are only a few short greetings in the criminal letter, and there is no good news and no bad news.Ten years ago, when he was not a criminal police officer, Xing Zui went back to the orphanage.But when he became a criminal policeman, work and responsibilities took up more than half of his country, and he never came back.

He clearly remembered that when he left, the dean was still a middle-aged woman in her 40s.He was also mentally prepared. The dean was already old, but he really met him. When he saw the gray-haired old man in front of him, he was as easy-going as before, with a reassuring smile on his face.There is an unspeakable distress in the heart of criminals...

The years are really scary, ruthless caught off guard, arrogantly playing the family card, provoking the most fragile nerve in people's hearts.We can only do nothing, and we are not even qualified to surrender.

"Aunt Xing" says hello

The old dean was surprised to see him, and the joy in his eyes turned into deeper wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"Why don't you say hello before you come, it's cold outside, why don't you just stand here and wait in the house."

Xing Zui didn't speak for a long time, but Qingming saw that he didn't speak, so he took the conversation for him.

"Aunt Xing, he wants to see you earlier."

The dean asked: "Who is this?"

"My name is Qingming, and I'm a criminal colleague." Qingming replied quickly, lest someone would speak out again later.

"Good boy, go in."

As a result, after entering, it was Qingming who talked with the old dean of Xing, and Xing Zui sat silently at the side most of the time.There were several lunch boxes in the bag that the prison chief had just carried in his hand, and they were still the old-fashioned aluminum lunch boxes used by the People's Liberation Army.Originally, she wanted to stay in the afternoon, so she ordered two meals, but they came and didn't eat, so they asked them to eat together.

Qingming said: "This aluminum lunch box is not good for your health, Aunt Xing, you should change it."

"I'm used to it, it's fine."

Qingming caught a cold, had no taste in his mouth, and had no appetite, but he swallowed a few mouthfuls of food.Xing Zui ate very deliciously, and finally took care of the rest of Qingming's meal.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the two left the Xingguang Homeland. When they left, Qingming held the old dean's arm and said something, which made the old dean laugh like a flower.

"Children, take good care of yourself outside."

Qingming patted his chest and promised: "Aunt Xing, don't worry, I will take good care of him and raise him white and fat, healthy and healthy."

At this time, Xing Zui suddenly took Qing Ming's hand and interlocked his fingers.Every time Qingming tried to break free, he held tighter.

Xing Zui said in a deep voice: "Aunt Xing, I came today mainly to show him to see you."

The headmaster's eyes fell on the hands of the two clasped tightly...

"I only have two relatives, you and Uncle Wu. Qingming is the person I recognize and my relatives. I will show you to see it no matter what."

The old dean of Xing is the person Xing Zuo wants to be grateful and respect the most in his life.

The unknown biological parents gave birth to him, and although they gave him life, they finally chose to discard him at the gate of the orphanage like garbage in a cold winter.At that time, Wu Renshou, the guard, found out that he was about to freeze to death, and sent him to the head of the prison. In the end, the head of the prison left him in the orphanage and raised him with his own hands.Later, when XingCui changed his name, he did not hesitate to choose the same surname as Xing Yuan.

The old dean of Xing stretched out his withered hand, and lowered his head in cooperation with Xing.He remembered that the old dean touched his head like this when he was young.

"It's good for you to be happy. Since you choose to take this path, go ahead and don't care about other people's eyes. Qingming is a good boy, and Aunt Xing likes it very much. You must be good."

"We will," Qingming said, with a nasal sound in his tone

"Take care of yourself"

Xing Zui hesitated for a few seconds, and called out those two words, which he had always wanted to say.

"mother"

Thousands of words are fused into these two words.The most beautiful words in the world.

When the two walked away, the tears that could not be swirled in the eyes finally fell, and the old dean finally took out the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped the muddy tears.

"You will always be my good boy."