There's a point in the team

As soon as Qingming got off the plane, with just one glance, he saw Qingming's figure at the crowded airport.Apart from her own good eyesight, the rest is Qinglang who is too eye-catching.

Qing Lang is dressed in a white casual suit, the neckline is casually opened to reveal the black shirt inside, his hands are in the pockets of his trousers, and a pair of sunglasses are hanging on the neckline, he is indescribably chic and handsome.The moment Qingming appeared, the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously.Originally, Qingming was worried that he would see another face that he didn't want to see, but when he saw Qingming coming out of the airport with a suitcase alone, he felt very happy and comfortable.

Qinglang stepped forward and embraced him without saying a word.see him not let go for a long time, clear

"Isn't it enough to hold you? Let go."

Qinglang turned sideways, grabbed the trolley case in Qingming's hand with one hand, put his other arm around his shoulder, and graciously wrapped him under his arms, walking towards the underground parking garage.

"Why have you lost so much weight? You're so embarrassing, the detective chief can't afford you anymore."

Qingming ignored his teasing and asked, "When did you come?"

"Just came here for a while..." After finishing speaking, Qingming's face changed, and he said displeasedly: "I heard that you were on vacation yesterday afternoon, why didn't you come back until today?"

Qingming shrugged, "Do you know how hard it is to get an air ticket during the Chinese New Year? I got this ticket today three months in advance, when the wifi signal was the strongest, and I squatted for three nights. I He also asked his brother to help him grab it, but when his big finger poked it, the screen flashed back immediately."

Hearing this, Qing Lang glanced at his face, and saw that his face was a little pale with a hint of sickness, obviously due to excessive lack of sleep.The job of a criminal police officer is not easy at all, and you have to fight criminals on the front line all the time. Although it can’t be called living and sleeping in the open, you must have a hard time eating and sleeping every day. How can you not lose weight if you are "malnourished" for a long time? .Thinking of this, Qing Lang secretly felt distressed again, and his face softened a little.Little did they know that the real reason for the lack of sleep in Qingming these two days was actually the excessive exercise on the bed.

"How many days off?"

"two days"

Qinglang's complexion, which had eased just now, suddenly turned dark again. "Two days? That chief detective is really insane."

Qingming laughed dryly and said, "I'm satisfied with two days off, don't charge senior brother with everything, our holiday has nothing to do with him."

"It doesn't matter?" Qing Lang snorted coldly, "He is a captain, what's wrong with granting you two more days off? Squeezing his subordinates, being timid, what do you like about a man like him?"

Seeing his sarcasm, Qingming said, "I think you owe it to me. If you think I don't have enough holidays, you can go to the judiciary to complain for my brother, and say that the police have too few holidays. If the complaint is successful, I will replace my fellow policemen. They kneel down three times and kowtow nine times to you."

Qing Lang snorted coldly, "I'll think about it."

Xu is too much in contact with the indifferent and euphemistic expressions of criminal crimes. At this time, Qingming smiled after hearing Qinglang's straightforward words.

"Are you serious? The idiot son of the landlord's family."

Seeing him smile, the corners of Qinglang's mouth raised a little unconsciously.

After getting in the car, Qingming casually took out a bouquet of purple tulips from the back seat and handed it to Qingming.

"It's all for a big man, what kind of flowers are you sending?"

"do you want?"

Looking at the sullen face of the ancestor in front of him, how could Qingming not want it.Even if he gave a handful of cabbage, he still had to accept it.Qingming took the flowers with one hand, and compliments were also readily available.

"You gave it, why don't you want it. These tulips are so gorgeous, Maoer, you have a good eye."

"As long as you like it."

"I'm hungry," Qingming leaned back on the chair weakly.

"Go back to my house for dinner, I asked Mrs. Lin to prepare your favorite food."

"Oh," Qingming replied casually.

To be honest, he didn't really want to go, and he could even find a hundred reasons to refuse.Going to Qingming's house means meeting Qing Shengbang.That uncle who has always been strict and cold to himself.Ever since he was a child, Qing Shengbang has felt a sense of oppression in his heart.He could see that Qing Shengbang didn't want to see him. As for the reason, his heart was like a mirror.But he is always his uncle, an elder, and he always has to meet.

However, the main reason why Qingming really doesn't want to contact Qingsheng Bangduo is that Qingcheng Bang has a similar appearance with Qingcheng Guo.The two are brothers. After entering middle age, Qing Shengbang looks more and more like his father Qing Shengguo.Every time he sees Qing Shengbang, Qing Ming can't help but see his father's image in his mind.The kind of "father" who is close in front of his eyes but can never be touched hurts his eyes, and will tear the hole in his heart if he is not careful.It is also like the lingering smog in the blue sky, oppressing the chest and making people breathless.

Qingming leaned on the passenger seat and closed his eyes, thinking: This meal is destined to be difficult.

When they arrived at Qinglang's house, Qing Shengbang called Qingming to the study alone, and the stiff polite sentences were always the most casual and awkward opening remarks.After a few words, Qing Shengbang got to the point:

"In two days it will be your parents' death day. Since you are back, I will leave some things to you to take care of yourself. If you don't understand, you can ask Uncle De."

"it is good"

At this time, Qinglang opened the door without saying hello and came in. While thinking about Qingming's empty stomach just after getting off the plane, he also understood that Qingming was not good at dealing with his cold-faced father.Not to mention Qingming, just letting myself and Qing Shengbang stay in a room alone, half an hour without any disturbance in my heart is the ultimate challenge.

"If you have anything to say, wait until after dinner,"

After finishing speaking, under Qing Shengbang's sharp eyes like a blade, he grabbed Qingming's wrist and half dragged her out of the study.

Qing Lang, who usually never eats at home, unexpectedly took the initiative to go to the dinner table today.A meal, short and quiet.Qing Shengbang was sitting opposite to him, even though he was a little hungry now, but in such a depressing atmosphere, Qingming felt his appetite was wiped out in an instant.

After eating, Qingming took him to the garden, and the two chatted casually for a while, and then despite Qinglang's objection, Qingming insisted on going back to her home.

Qingming calmly said: "If you are not willing to see me off, then I will pay for a taxi to go back." After speaking, she pulled the suitcase and walked out.Qing Lang couldn't hold back him, so he went to drive very reluctantly.

Half an hour later, the car drove down a steep slope, and a Japanese-style villa came into view. The plain and exquisite appearance could not tell the age.After delivering Qingming to the destination, Qingming left in a sensible manner.

Facing the house in my memory at this moment, there is an illusion as if it has been a lifetime away.At dusk, it is coated with the desolation of twilight, making it appear endlessly lonely.For Qingming, there is no laughter in this house, no parents, it is no longer home, and he does not remember how long he has not been back.

When his parents had an accident, he was only ten years old and was taken home by Qing Shengbang.Qingming remembered that he was not used to his parents not being around at that time, and often ran back secretly, but every time he was brought back by the people sent by Qingshengbang.Repeatedly, and later, Qingming got tired of it.He wasn't simply bored, but he realized with hindsight that his parents were no longer there, and they had left him forever.

The two sycamore trees in front of the door have also changed a long time ago. They were planted by him and his father more than ten years ago.The withered and yellow leaves became the same color as the sky at this time, trying to blend into the twilight, but also left.

As if making up her mind, Qingming walked towards the door step by step.

It was a middle-aged man who opened the door.

"Uncle De"

Seeing Qingming, He Haide was taken aback for a moment, and soon the astonishment on his face was replaced by a sudden burst of joy.

"Master, you...you are finally back, come in, come in."

As he said that, he reached out his hand to pull Qingming's suitcase.

"Don't be polite to me, I'll do it myself."

When Qingming entered the house, the furnishings in the house were the same as before he left.

"In two days, it will be the anniversary of the death of the master and madam. I originally thought that the young master will not come back, so it will be fine." He Haide caught a glimpse of Qingming's gloomy side face, and he couldn't help being startled. There is something wrong with the words.

"I'm sorry, master, I...shouldn't have said this..."

A faint smile spread between Qingming's brows, "It's okay, Uncle De, I should thank you. Thank you for guarding this home for me for so many years. It's hard work."

"Master, don't say that, it's all I should do."

"I'm a little tired, I'm going to sleep first."

After finishing speaking, Qingming walked upstairs as if fleeing from the wilderness.

He Haide looked at his back, lonely, gloomy... An indescribable melancholy enveloped him.At the same time, there was an ominous premonition in my heart.

Entering the room, the lights were not turned on during the Qingming Festival, and the room was pitch-black...Based on memory, he walked to the bed, sat down, and stretched out his hands to stroke the sheets...The sheets were clean, and he could faintly smell a smell from them. Clear fragrance.It can be seen that Uncle De usually does a good job of cleaning the house. Even the sheets that no one has slept in for many years will be replaced and cleaned regularly.

Qingming was lying on the bed, the air conditioner was not turned on in the room, and the temperature in the room made him feel a bit cold.Qingming curled up, her red pupils merged into the endless darkness. Once her mind enters a state of emptiness, it is easy to be taken advantage of by other emotions, such as:

Inexplicably want to punish.

Qingming took the mobile phone from his pocket, and made a call to a familiar number.The notification tone on the other end of the phone rang once, and someone answered it immediately.

"Reached?"

The low voice of criminals came from the receiver of the mobile phone, followed by Qingming's slow breathing rhythm and entered the chest cavity, stirring up a monstrous storm.Qingming thought pretentiously, originally he thought that a person could reach this point, just listening to the voice of criminals, he wished he could get into the receiver and have a skin-to-skin kiss with him.

"I'm here early...I answered it so soon, are you waiting for my call?"

"Yeah" The crime was generously admitted.

Qingming took a deep breath secretly, and then pretended to be unhappy in the next second: "Why don't you call me first, do you want to save a few dollars? So wait for me to call you first."

Just listening to the voice, Xing Zui could think of Qingming holding back his smile forcibly, questioning his own appearance, and his heart was instantly softened and messed up. "Do you want me?"

Qingming pretended to be indifferent: "Yeah"

"Well, what is it? Say, do you miss me?"

The person on the other end of the phone fell silent... Xing Zui waited patiently, and after about a minute, there was a clear voice again.

"I miss you, I miss you very much, I miss you very much, I miss you so much. I miss your kiss, the smell of you, the way you hold my hand and refuse to let go, and the food you cook for me is not delicious. Meal, I think you will sleep with my arms around me every night. Brother, I really miss you so much that I'm about to explode."

This time, it was replaced by criminals who were silent.

Qingming's sudden confession was like a jug of strong wine, suddenly poured down his throat, and the drunkenness flooded into his heart in an instant, and Xing Zui felt fascinated.The simplest statement is not a textbook-style confession, but it incorporates Qingming's most sincere affection.

A puff of moisture instantly appeared in the eye sockets, and Xing Zui was speechless in astonishment. For the first time in his life, he experienced the feeling of "hot tears in his eyes".