what's in the depths

Zhu Yuhan looked at him, feeling confused.

When they met again, they threw him down uncontrollably, hugged him, and complained coquettishly like a little daughter-in-law, completely ignoring Fu Huaiyu's mood at the moment.

Back then, Fu Huaiyu's originally happy and happy family became torn apart because of a single mistake of his own. While he blamed himself, he was also afraid, fearing that Fu Huaiyu would leave him because of this.

Later, he did leave, and there was no news about him, and even everyone began to forget him, thinking that he would never appear again.

He seemed to be careless, but actually deliberately exposed his whereabouts.

He called Chu Rong and told Chu Rong that he passed out on Daxue Road;

He even walked away for several months without changing his phone number.

Saying that he didn't come prepared, I really don't believe it.

Chu Rong is not the kind of person who can muddle along. Regarding this mysterious "help" call, he will naturally investigate to the end.

Perhaps Chu Rong already knew about it.

Fu Huaiyu has indeed lost a lot of weight. He must have had a hard time when his mother passed away because of him. Even in the face of this huge network of relatives and friends, facing those moral accusations, he has to hide like a shady mouse Tibet.

Zhu Yuhan could imagine what those five relatives would say.

When my father passed away, I was young and ignorant and didn't know what happened. Amidst the fake cries of my relatives, I was the only one who stood blankly in front of the portrait, not knowing what to say or what to do.

"Your father is dead, you don't even have a tear, your father has worked so hard to raise a white-eyed wolf!"

I can't remember whether it was my cousin or my aunt who said it, but I just remember that it was a relative who married far away in the south and didn't see each other for two or three years.

How did you answer it at that time?

Seems to be:

"Your father just died."

Fu Huaiyu was lying on the ground, still maintaining that movement. He looked up at Zhu Yuhan, and found that Zhu Yuhan was also looking back at him.

After thinking for a long time, Zhu Yuhan bent down and hugged him.

"I know that your mother's death has hit you hard, and I also know that I have an unshirkable responsibility for it, but give me another chance to make up for my mistakes, okay?"

At least this sentence is very sincere.

Fu Huaiyu touched his slender waist and looked into his eyes. His already numb heart seemed to be stabbed hard suddenly, and then, like a knee jerk reflex, he pressed his head down uncontrollably.

Because I am a member of the serious crime team and have received a lot of high-intensity physical training, it is easier for adrenaline to rise than ordinary people.

Well, adrenaline is the best way to take the blame.

So driven by adrenaline, some things happened logically, although they were unreasonable.

Tong Si once asked himself, they wished the team a [-]-[-] ratio, he looked just like that, and his temper was still grumpy, what did he like.

At that time, I was sloppy and perfunctory.

I thought about this very seriously today.

What do you like about him?

Probably it was the admiration from the first time we met, which has not diminished by half until now.

In fact, the weather was not very good that day, and the road was blocked by heavy snow. A group of new police officers who were expected to report today were trapped on the highway by heavy snow.

At that time, Fu Huaiyu was still the head of the criminal investigation department, and he was looking through the files of the police officers who were going to report today. Then the chief called and said that the new police officers would not be coming today, and the snow on the highway was thick and the road was slippery. After four cars, Fu Huaiyu was asked not to wait.

In the file in his hand, the photo shows a young man with a slicked-up comb, who looks pedantic and dull.

Glancing at the name column, Fu Huaiyu silently complained about the name in his heart.

Zhu Yuhan, do you think you are an opera singer?

Look further down and write in the parent status column:

"My father is dead, and my mother runs a small nursery in the county."

Fu Huaiyu shook his head, threw the file on the table casually, grabbed the car keys and planned to leave work first.

After opening the trunk and rummaging for a long time, I realized that I forgot to bring snow chains. The snow was almost up to my ankles, and it was too dangerous to drive rashly, so I decided to buy a snow chain first.

On the night of New Year's Eve, all the police officers from other places returned home early, and the few remaining on duty went to the local police station to cook hot pot with others. Looking at the dark police building, Fu Huaiyu locked the door casually.

Those who sell snow chains start from the ground, and a set of chains sells for more than 300, and the supply is still in short supply.

Fu Huaiyu didn't think too much about it, thinking that 300 yuan would be a safe and secure deal.

After negotiating the price symbolically, he paid for the chain and walked to the parking lot of the police station with it.

Mom and Dad sent a text message asking what time they would arrive home and the food was ready, Fu Huaiyu replied "soon".

The heavy snow fell profusely, dyeing the world in white, including the thin young man standing at the gate of the police station.

Fu Huaiyu just walked to the entrance of the parking lot and turned back.

"What are you doing standing here?"

Fu Huaiyu looked at this young man with a red nose and covered in snow, and seemed familiar.

"Wait for someone." The young man only uttered two extremely concise words.

"Wait for someone."

The young man took off his old backpack, took out the employment report from the bag with stiff fingers, and looked at it:

"The captain of the criminal investigation department, Fu Huaiyu, the director said that he is responsible for receiving us today."

Fu Huaiyu watched as the young man put the report back into his schoolbag stiffly, zipped it up, and then stood motionless at the entrance of the police station maintaining the same posture as before.

Fu Huaiyu finally remembered that this was the police file he had read just now, and the new police officer whose name he had laughed at——Zhu Yuhan.

Real people seem to be more immature than photos, and they look about eighteen or nineteen.

"Are you the new police officer who came to report today?"

Zhu Yuhan nodded.

"Didn't you say you were stuck on the highway?"

"It's [-] years old today, and I was afraid that the captain would keep waiting, so I came here."

As soon as these words came out, even Fu Huaiyu was stunned:

"A distance of more than 30 kilometers, did you come here?"

Zhu Yuhan nodded.

"Just because you're afraid of me... afraid that Captain Fu will wait and delay his reunion with his family?"

Zhu Yuhan still nodded.

Fu Huaiyu looked at him for a long time, and then asked, "Then, what about you?"

With a word of unknown meaning, the young man standing opposite suddenly had red eyes.

In the weather of minus seven or eight degrees, he walked more than 30 kilometers in the face of cold wind and blizzard, and reported to the police station.

He is 22 years old this year, but this is the first time he has left his mother to celebrate the New Year in other places alone.

Fu Huaiyu opened his mouth slightly, staring blankly at this somewhat pitiful boy.

He has a pair of very beautiful eyes, the eyelashes are very long, slightly upturned, and the lower eyelashes are also distinct, a bit like a girl, the fine white snow falls on the eyelashes, the red eye sockets are lovely, looks like an elf .

It's a greasy and hypocritical description, but Fu Huaiyu at the time really felt that he was like an elf, flapping his short wings, and suddenly broke into his own world.

After a while, Fu Huaiyu suddenly laughed. He leaned down slightly, stared at this "little elf", and asked softly:

"Would you like to come to my house for New Year's Eve dinner?"

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Cleaned up the body of the irritable straight man, stuffed the laundry into the washing machine, went to bed lightly, dragged the sleepy straight man who couldn't even open his eyes and put him on his body, letting his head rest on his arms In the middle, a hand gently patted his back to lull him to sleep.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the white and cold light passed through the window and shone into the room.

The eyes of the person in his arms were closed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his round shoulders were exposed, as if he felt a little cold, he murmured softly, and then shrank his shoulders slightly.

Fu Huaiyu stopped what he was doing, pulled the quilt over for him, and tucked it up intimately.

"Okay, I'll wait for your atonement."

The question he asked himself when he first entered the door, lying on his body, can now be answered with certainty.

In the early morning of the next day, without the alarm clock ringing, and without Adu's daily howling, Zhu Yuhan woke up just like that.

Looking at the unfamiliar room and seeing hickey marks all over his body, he spent more than ten seconds recalling what happened last night.

It seems that he came to Fu Huaiyu by himself, and then explained to him, and finally did some indescribable things under the emotion?

He hurriedly got up to look for clothes, and then his back ached, and his knees gave way, so he knelt down straight.

Fu Huaiyu pushed open the door with his breakfast, and saw this scene as soon as he entered, hurriedly put the breakfast aside, and helped Zhu Yuhan up:

"It's not Chinese New Year yet, so don't be too busy kneeling."

"what time is it now."

Fu Huaiyu looked at his watch: "Eight forty."

"It's over, it's over, I'm late, Lao Chen is going to chop me with a knife." As he spoke, he frantically ran around the room like a headless chicken.

"Where are my clothes?"

"It's all washed, and it's not dry yet." Fu Huaiyu answered calmly.

"Don't do what you want me to wear."

"Wear mine."

"No, you washed my police uniform too?"

"The police uniform also wears mine."

"No, we are at different levels, and we will be found out if the epaulettes are different."

Holding the coffee, Fu Huaiyu leaned against the door frame, seeing Zhu Yuhan flustered, smiled:

"It's Sunday, isn't it your turn to rest?"

Zhu Yuhan was taken aback for a moment, as if that was indeed the case.

After calming down, he only felt a big sigh of relief, and his body softened.

Fu Huaiyu pulled a set of pajamas from the closet and threw it over: "Put it on, don't walk the bird early in the morning."

I heard Zhu Yuhan's arrogant "hum" over there, saying "Don't think I want to wear your clothes, it's because you washed them for me on your own initiative", but the body is very honest. , and even pulled the collar and smelled it.

The smell of laundry detergent is very fragrant.

The two sat in the dining room and ate breakfast in silence, and the sound of the morning news came from the living room.

Zhu Yuhan turned his head and looked at it: "If you turn it on and don't watch it, it's a waste of electricity."

"I'm listening." Fu Huaiyu took a sip of coffee, then inserted a sausage from his plate and put it on Zhu Yuhan's plate.

Zhu Yuhan put it back again:

"I won't eat it."

"Because you ate too much last night?" When Fu Huaiyu asked this question, his expression was very serious.

Just as Zhu Yuhan was about to scold someone, he suddenly heard the new entertainment version of the morning news broadcast on TV.

"Today, the police clarified that artist Xiao Ya's suicide was a rumor. Yesterday, Xiao Ya appeared at the press conference and personally shattered the suicide rumor..."

Before the swear words came out, the attention was attracted by Xiao Ya who smashed the rumors.

On the screen, Xiao Ya, who was wearing an exquisite dress, looked at the camera generously and calmly, and greeted the fans enthusiastically, without looking unusual.