part-time profiler

A week later, in the inpatient department of Ningbei Central Hospital.

"Boss, you really don't want to see Boss Yan?" Zhang Ke brought two packs of melon seeds, one for Dui Yan who was lying on the hospital bed, and the other crunching in his arms.

Yan Yan didn't want to eat sunflower seeds, so he shook them in his hand, with one leg resting on the other, swaying: "Don't go, don't go, so as not to be sad when we meet."

Shen Jia, who was peeling the apple next to him, chuckled: "The doctor said that Boss Yan's life is out of danger and he won't die. Don't worry."

Zheng Lin threw the mineral water into Yan Yan's arms: "I just don't know why, but I still don't wake up."

Yan Yan glanced at the mineral water in his hand, raised his thick eyebrows lightly, with an indifferent expression, and said casually: "Will you wake up if you love me?"

Shen Jia looked up at Yan Yan, Team Yan had no expression on his face, she suddenly felt: "Boss, are you very sad?"

"No, why am I sad?" Yan Yan grinned: "It's too late for me to be happy after escaping from death, so there's nothing to be sad about."

"I didn't expect that," Zhang Ke said, "You two went on vacation, and there was another case of extermination, another car accident, and you died."

Yan Yan couldn't laugh or cry, picked up the mineral water bottle and knocked him on the shoulder: "Don't."

In the evening, people from the city bureau came to visit the injured police officer one after another. The ward was as lively as a vegetable market. Yan Yan drank old ginger tea, with a lordly smile on his face, crossed his legs, and enjoyed the rare leisure time sick leave.

At nine o'clock in the evening, colleagues left in twos and threes, leaving only Zhang Ke in the ward.

Yan Yan put away the smile on his face and looked at him: "Chujiang Investment Company, have you checked?"

"Check it out," Zhang Ke lowered his voice, "Do you still remember Tong Shi in the werewolf case?"

"how?"

Zhang Ke looked serious: "After Tong Chongchun took control of Tong's, he successively bought out Tong's shares, most of which were transferred to this seemingly small-scale investment company."

Yan Yan suddenly thought of the blond foreigner, and frowned: "Chinese capital or foreign capital?"

"Chinese capital." Zhang Ke whispered: "The legal representative is Zhao Rongbin, and the registered address is in your hometown."

"The capital?" Yan Yan took a breath: "Who is this Zhao Rongbin?"

"Mr. Zhao and his second son, you should know each other." Zhang Ke knew Yan Yan's family background.

"Ah," Yan Yan reacted, "I remembered, I beat him up when I was young, and stayed in a military compound."

Zhang Ke: "..."

"It wouldn't be surprising if he... could control Tong's...but why did he build that church?" Yan Yan rolled his eyes, thinking something was wrong.

If Zhao Rongbin is really the Zhao Rongbin he knows, ignorant and idle, he should not be in the mood to invest in a rural church in the southwestern hinterland.

Or, someone borrowed his name?

Yan Yan pondered, he had to go back sometime and meet Zhao Rongbin.

"By the way, the anti-drug team, has there been any progress in the investigation of the drug factory in the sanatorium last time?"

Zhang Ke shook his head: "There should be, but they are kept secret to the outside world. It is said that a certain important secret has been touched, and the superior has issued an order to temporarily suspend the investigation. Team Yan, you go to Team Huang yourself."

Yan Yan raised his hand and kneaded the center of his eyebrows, and took a long breath: "Okay, I understand. Thank you Kezi."

"We two brothers, don't be polite." Zhang Ke gave him an otaku smile.

Yan Yan was overjoyed: "Oh, you're a southerner, you're pretty good at it."

Zhang Ke put away the tablet, laughed twice, got up to leave, took two steps, turned around, and said hesitantly: "Captain Yan, so what, Boss Yan is lying in the ICU alone, it's five God, no one is going to visit him."

Yan Yan's eyes darkened slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Where's Wei Jiyuan?"

"I took my wife and children abroad for vacation." Zhang Ke didn't quite understand what he was talking about about Wei Sanye: "What's wrong?"

Wei Jiyuan probably didn't know that Yan Su was injured.Yan Yan waved his hands, his face gloomy: "It's nothing, you go back first."

"Hey, then I'm leaving, Brother Yan." Zhang Ke put on his bag.

"Wait a minute," Yan Yan called to stop him, "tell Wei Jiyuan that Yan Su was injured and lay in the ICU for five days without waking up."

Zhang Ke was stunned, not knowing why: "That's Mr. Wei, what does it have to do with Boss Yan?"

Yan Yan was a little annoyed: "Don't worry about it, just tell him."

"All right," Zhang Ke licked his lower lip, "I'll send him a text message."

People left.

Yan Yan lay on his back on the hospital bed, put his hands behind his head, and sighed softly.

For a whole ten years, he forgot the past events of his youth, and Yan Su also forgot.Only the young man's face is clearly engraved in his mind. After ten years, he can still recognize at a glance that Yan Su is the Alan of that year.

Silent, stubborn, alienated.

Like a ghost wandering in the world.

——"I don't have a good memory, and I forgot a lot of things..."

——"At that time, Wei Jiyuan... reminded me of someone... when I was a teenager, I forgot."

——"Sharp knife? He's dead. He died for his country. He died bravely and deservedly."

Yan Yan tossed and turned, tossing and turning, trying to figure out why he could say that he was dead so calmly and indifferently, or that, in Yan Su's heart, there was no difference between living and dying.

Because he has no nostalgia for the cruel world.

At the age of 16, he left Yan Yan. At the age of 22, he left Wei Jiyuan.Until they reunited, ten years apart, they no longer had the youthful spirit they had before, only a mutilated and scarred body remained.

Yan Yan stared at the void with wide eyes, did Yan Su think that nothing in this world would stay for him?

Yan Yan raised his arm to wipe his eyes. After a long time, he sat up in the silent night.

Yan Su's ICU is right above his head, and the room facing him is upstairs.Yan Yan knew it all along, but he never dared to go. He was afraid that Yan Su would not wake up, and he was afraid that Yan Su would wake up suddenly, so he didn't know how to face him.

Maybe it's because of timidity, maybe it's because I'm afraid of myself, I can't control my anger, I really want to grab his shoulder and ask him why he let go, why he gave him the medicine, why he forgot.

ten years.

How many decades are there in life.

Only a handful.

Yan Yan climbed upstairs slowly, taking three steps and stopping at one step, afraid that he would want to beat Yan Su when he saw his face, and also afraid that after the beating, he would be so distressed that he would die.

There are lights in the corridor, the lights of the ICU are off, only the instrument lights are flashing.

Yan Yan trudged past, stopped in front of the window, and looked at the person on the hospital bed through the small round window.

There is someone beside Yan Su's bed!

Yan Yan's eyes widened, his pupils shrank, and his hands hanging by his sides were clenched tightly.It was a tall man, wearing a windbreaker, his face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see clearly.

But Yan Yan remembered him, a long time ago, he took Alan away from him!

The blond man bent down, brushing Yan Su's temples with the palm of his hand, with a gentle expression and tender eyes, as if it was his long-lost lover.

Yan Yan clenched his teeth, he heard his back molars grinding and the veins in his neck throbbing.

It's this person.

He gently kissed the center of Yan Su's eyebrows, his thin lips moved down, and one second before they touched his lips, Yan Yan kicked the door of the ward: "Don't fucking touch him!"

The man seemed to have no time to get what he wanted, he looked at Yan Yan who had barged in, a playful smile appeared on his lips, and he backed away slowly.

Yan Yan stepped forward quickly, the man turned down the open window, Yan Yan chased after him, looked down, there was no one there.

Only the night wind blows the curtains, peaceful and serene.

Yan Yan scolded Gou Niang in a low voice, then turned around to check Yan Su's condition, there was no change, it seemed that he just fell asleep.

Yan Yan stared at his face, his eyes were a little bit dark, as if he had suppressed all the turbulent waves under the calm, like a volcano about to erupt, brewing hot anger and injustice.

Alan, sharp knife, Yan Su.

Across torrents, swamps and old times, what should be met will eventually be met.

Yan Yan rushed forward, like a hungry wolf, pressed Yan Su's shoulders, kissed and bit his sleeping lover viciously.

Comrade Yan Yan wiped Yan Su's face, blood dripped from the lips of the kisser, and just now gasped out of his chest, he gently wiped him clean, tucked up the quilt for him, just like when he came, silently leave.

That night, Wei Jiyuan, who was abroad, left his wife and children and chartered a flight back home.

Wei Jiyuan went to see Yan Su first to confirm that he was still alive, then dragged the doctor out of his sleep, and after confirming that Yan Su was fine, he went downstairs to settle accounts with Yan Yan.

The first sentence Wei Jiyuan kicked open the door was: "This is how you police protect people? Why did you make him like this?!"

Comrade Yan Yan was scolded all over his head and face, and before he even had time to say a word in his defense, Wei Jiyuan sprayed him bloody.

Wei Jiyuan was still angry, Yan Yan had a cold face, and the two looked at each other with disgust.

"You and Yan Su," Yan Yan asked jealously, "how did you talk about it?"

Wei Jiyuan rolled his eyelids, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you looking for experience from me?"

Yan Yan didn't really want to admit it: "...um..."

"It's nothing, he was just like a child at that time, whoever gives him two bites of good food, maybe he will go with you." Wei Jiyuan smiled wryly: "When I was with Yan Su, he never said a word, like Ah, love or something. I don't think Yan Su was tempted at that time."

"He's just...lonely." Wei Jiyuan sighed: "No friends, no family, he is very young, but he has too much responsibility on his shoulders. Do you know Duan Jingsheng?"

Yan Yan nodded: "I know."

"He later told me that the operation in the Golden Triangle would not have ended smoothly without Yan Su. You know, in that situation, no one would let Yan Su go. The operation team needed him, and the drug lords hated him. We put The responsibility rested on his shoulders, and the drug lord offered a million-dollar reward for his head."

Wei Jiyuan was a little tired, he raised his hand and kneaded between his brows: "It's like two hands, one left and one right pulling him, it's a miracle that he didn't split in two."

Yan Yan was silent for a long time, then sighed.

"When we first broke up, I felt that Yan Su was cruel. I knelt down and begged him, but he didn't want to stay." Wei Jiyuan shrugged: "Later, I gradually understood him. A person like him is like a rootless duckweed. "

"Yan Su never wanted to leave anything in this world." Wei Jiyuan was melancholy: "Sometimes I even feel that every day he lives, he is thinking about how to die."

"So whether it's marriage or love, in his eyes, the lives of all normal people are extravagant hopes." Wei Jiyuan said, his eye circles were slightly red, he smiled, lowered his head and shook his head, a little helpless: "Officer Yan , no matter what you want to say or do to him, remember that Yan Su cannot be forced."

"He is more brittle than a piece of paper. If you strike a little harder, you can easily tear him apart."

Wei Jiyuan babbled a lot. At the end of the day, before leaving the ward, he suddenly turned around and said, "Yan Su once said that he would never be a policeman again. But...if he returns to this team, it must not be for the so-called responsibility, maybe just for someone.”

Yan Yan turned over and sat up, Wei Jiyuan laughed, turned and left.

Two days later, Yan Su finally woke up, and Wei Jiyuan sat next to him to watch the financial news.

Yan Su moved his lips, and Wei Jiyuan immediately noticed the movement, put down the newspaper, and said happily, "You're awake."

"Wei Jiyuan..." Yan Su shrank his neck and smiled wryly, "Don't nag me."

Uncovering his intentions, Third Master Wei raised his eyebrows, and he could only silently hold back the large draft he had prepared.

The assistant brought over the food, Wei Jiyuan put it aside, let Yan Su drink water first.

Yan Su sat up, pouted the tip of his nose, feeling hungry, Wei Jiyuan handed him the glass, but Yan Su couldn't hold it steadily with trembling hands.Wei Jiyuan sat down beside him, hugged Yan Su's shoulders and fed him a drink.

Yan Su drank the water, wanted to say something, his eyes flickered, but he hesitated to speak.

"What?" Wei Jiyuan asked.

Yan Su raised his head to look at him, and watched eagerly: "Where is Yan Yan, how is he, is he still alive, is he injured?"

Standing outside the door, Yan Yan's eyes and nose were both sour. He raised the tip of his nose, turned his back against the wall, looked up at the sky, and let out a long sigh of relief.It's good that Yan Su wakes up.

Whoever he has in mind, whoever he likes, everything can come slowly, as long as Yan Su is still alive.

"Hmph, you can eat, sleep, run, and jump." Wei Jiyuan said with a cold face, "What are you talking about him for? You've been in a coma for so long, and he didn't come to see you. I think he usually asks you to help with cases." It's a very happy dance, but there is something that can slip faster than a mouse."

"..." Yan Su said helplessly, "Officer Yan is not the kind of person you said."

"Then who is he, who wants to sleep with you because he looks good on you?" Wei Jiyuan said bluntly.

Yan Su: "..."

Forget it, he can't say no to Wei Jiyuan.

Yan Su drank the water, hugged the soup bag, gnawed slowly, and suddenly said, "I remembered something."

"what?"

"It happened a long time ago," Yan Su said sadly, "it seems like ten years. I'm sorry for Yan Yan."

Wei Jiyuan patted him on the head: "What do you have to do to him? He took you on vacation, and such a big incident happened. I didn't ask him to settle the score, but I gave him face."

Yan Su was taken aback, and smiled wryly: "Actually, I'm to blame for this. If it wasn't for me...he wouldn't have been shot."

"He's thick-skinned, what's wrong with being shot?" Wei Jiyuan crossed his arms: "You take care of yourself first, and then think about him."

"I'm fine." Yan Su said softly.

Wei Jiyuan stroked his top hair: "Go back and cut your hair, what are you doing with such long hair?"

"Hmm..." Yan Sushun grabbed his hair, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved: "It's time to cut it."

Wei Jiyuan called the hair stylist into the hospital to do Yan Su's hair.

The shoulder-length hair is shortened, just showing the ears, and the whole person looks more energetic.In the end, the hair stylist gave a thumbs up: "You can make your debut directly."

Yan Su smiled shyly, Wei Jiyuan patted his head.

The next afternoon when Yan Su woke up, Yan Yan still didn't show up. He lay restless on the hospital bed and walked around on the ground.

It just so happened that Wei Jiyuan was away, so he went out to buy snacks for him.

Yan Su walked to the nurse's desk and looked around. There was only one nurse on duty. He knocked on the counter and said, "Hello."

Seeing that he was wearing a hospital gown, the nurse stood up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"May I ask if there is a patient here named Yan Yan." Yan Su said.

The nurse looked at his face, then at his hospital gown, lowered her head, picked up the inpatient registration book, rummaged through it and asked softly, "What's your relationship with him?"

"Friend." Yan Su replied.

The nurse nodded and raised her eyes: "He was discharged from the hospital yesterday afternoon, and he settled your hospitalization fee and medical examination fee for you before he was discharged from the hospital. You have a very good relationship."

"Discharged?" Yan Su paused, "Then he should be fine."

The nurse said, "It's all right. Don't you know he's out of the hospital?"

"No, we...haven't contacted." Yan Su was stunned for a while, then turned and went back to the ward.

On the morning of the third day, Yan Su was discharged from the hospital.

Wei Jiyuan brought large and small bags of daily necessities to his home, put them in categories, and asked him to eat outside if he couldn't cook three meals a day, instead of relying on snacks every day.

Before Wei Jiyuan left, he confiscated his expired instant noodles, ham and assorted candy sandwiches, leaving only compressed biscuits, the non-puffed ones.

Yan Su was afraid that Wei Jiyuan would stay any longer, and the few bags of marshmallows he hid in the corner would be gone, so he hurriedly asked Great God Wei to leave.

Yan Yan stopped looking for him.

Yan Su was lying on the bed, bored, there was no case, he should go to take care of the bakery tomorrow.

How long has it been since you opened the store?Yan Su pondered for a long time, maybe it has been half a month, the bakery is his only source of income, and if he continues to degenerate like this, he may not even be able to afford instant noodles.

The poor boss Yan closed his eyes and fell asleep with his head tilted while thinking about the balance in his passbook.

In the middle of the night, Yan Su was awakened by a knock on the door, and he got up and opened the door with sleepy eyes.

It's Yan Yan.Officer Yan reeked of alcohol and stared at him blankly.

Yan Su shuddered, no sleepiness at all, and woke up.

"Alan." Yan Yan said.

Yan Su took half a step back: "Yes..."

Yan Yan stepped forward and closed the door: "Sharp knife."

Yan Su opened his mouth: "Hmm..."

Yan Yan narrowed his long eyes: "It's all you."

"..." Yan Su turned and hid in the bedroom.

Yan Yan dragged him back, full of anger, anxiety and unknown longing, he leaned over and bit Yan Su's neck.

Some pain, Yan Su raised his neck and hissed softly: "Yan Yan..."

"I want to fuck you," Yan Yan whispered in his ear, his voice was low and hoarse, "I give you two choices."

Adam's apple rolls.

"One, on the bed."

"Two, on the ground."

Yan Su: "..." What the hell is this called a choice? ? ?

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"We have all night."

Yan Yan suppressed it with a smile.

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It took me ten years to return to you.

Through the torrent, the swamp, and the forgotten old time, go upstream to meet your ten-year promise.

The author has something to say: Mr. Chang'an who is resting in frost

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