After divorcing the male god

Lin Duan frowned, and took out his phone. Duan Jingsheng didn't hear from him. He picked up a bicycle and rode home under the sun.

There was no one in the house, and Duan Jingsheng didn't even have a hair on his face. Ala was lazily lying on his back by the French window in the living room, with his belly facing up to bask in his belly hair.

Lin Duan was too lazy to cook, so he ordered takeaway and fed Ala dog food.

That night, Duan Jingsheng was nowhere to be seen.

For three consecutive days, Duan Jingsheng disappeared.Lin Duan didn't bother to ask Zhu Ling and the others. At the end of the afternoon, Mrs. Ren called and said that Ren Pingcheng was dying, and asked him if he would come to see Master for the last time.

It is clear that the condition was stable two days ago, why is it not working today?

Lin Duan took a taxi to the hospital, but was one step too late.

He rushed into the inpatient department sweating profusely.

In the ward, Mrs. Ren was holding her son, both mother and son were crying silently, while the doctor comforted him: "My condolences." They have long been used to life and death, and even saying a word of condolences is as flat as water, as if saying that the weather is not good today.

Lin Duan has seen many corpses, all of which are dead people. They are important and difficult to part with in the hearts of family members and friends, but after all, they are not Lin Duan's relatives and friends, but his work objects. Now that Ren Pingcheng has passed away, it is more embarrassing than any death. deep impression.

Lin Duan sat paralyzed on the chair, looking at the dead Ren Pingcheng, tears fell unconsciously.

Human death is like a lamp being extinguished. If one of the thousands of stars in the sky is extinguished, it will not affect the rotation of the earth.

Late at night, Lin Duan walked out of the hospital gate in a daze, Mrs. Ren's suppressed sobs seemed to be lingering in his ears, the van honked, and Ren Pingcheng was sent to the funeral home.

Duan Jingsheng stood under the streetlight, with dark circles under his eyes, and his expression was tinged with fatigue. He saw Lin Duan, who was distracted, and didn't call him loudly. The two of them looked at each other quietly across the road.

The red light turns green, and bicycles and delivery scooters speed past.

Duan Jingsheng rushed across the sidewalk, hugged Lin Duan into his arms, stroked the back of his head, and comforted him softly: "Hey, it's okay."

"Master, it's gone." Lin Duan closed his eyes.

"I heard." Duan Jingsheng patted him on the shoulder, hugged Lin Duan tightly and did not let go: "Let's go home."

Life has thousands of meanings. In the writers' writing, it is human nature. In the eyes of scientists, it is the law. In the eyes of forensic doctors, it is a calm lake with no waves and no autumn wind.

Lin Duan didn't fall asleep, got up and sat on the balcony thinking about life, Duan Jingsheng brought a blanket to cover him: "Be careful of catching a cold."

Lin Duan shook his head.

Duan Jingsheng has not seen Lin Duan so fragile for a long time, pale and fragile, like an ethereal figure, a gust of wind can blow him away, disappearing into the cold night sky like flying smoke, Duan Jingsheng held his hand tightly , Sitting stiffly beside Lin Duan all night long.

After attending Ren Pingcheng's funeral, Duan Jingsheng disappeared again.

Where he went, Lin Duan had no idea, Duan Jingsheng didn't tell him, and he didn't ask.

Life is ordinary, but work is quite exciting. During that time, there was another large-scale fire in Ningbei that killed 12 people. After a joint investigation by criminal investigation and fire protection, according to the results of forensic examination, it was determined that the fire was arson.

Lin Duan was busy coming and going, like a hard-working bird who made a fortune. He didn't go home for several nights, and followed the criminal investigation team to solve the case.

Because of being busy, I have less contact with Duan Jingsheng.

Until one day, Fu Yonghui asked him to go to the office, and the first sentence he said was: "The case of your mother Zhang Lichun has been reopened."

Duan Jingsheng kept silent about important matters, cleared up the relationship with Zhu Ling, looked through the files, looked for suspicious points, asked acquaintances for help, and finally restarted the investigation of Zhang Lichun's case. No wonder Duan has disappeared these days.

Lin Duan listened silently to Fu Yonghui's nagging, probably because the former captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment was very kind to him, and restarting the case would cost a lot of manpower, material and financial resources. The central government was also very annoyed, so when Duan Jingsheng got key doubtful evidence, the investigation was restarted.

"The son of a criminal for so many years, he turned over." Fu Yonghui sighed.

Lin Duan walked out of the director's office in a daze. A sparrow was parked on the window lattice at the end of the corridor. It lowered its head and combed its feathers with its beak.

He always thought that he would hold the identity of the criminal's son until he died of old age. After discovering Lin Jinjin's diary, he never thought of overturning Zhang Lichun's case, because after such a long time, it was difficult for him to restart the investigation by himself. To do it, relationships, contacts, and evidence are all indispensable.

For Lin Duan, restoring Zhang Lichun's innocence was tantamount to moving the mountain in front of Yu Gong. What's more, the situation was chaotic at the time, and Zhao Chuan informed him of the existence of Cats shortly thereafter. Gather up the courage to reverse the case for Zhang Lichun.

So these things have been shelved until now.

Unexpectedly, Duan Jingsheng would do this.

Lin Duan took out his phone, but he still didn't note Duan Jingsheng's phone number, subconsciously pressed the first three digits, and suddenly didn't want to ask anymore, since Duan Jingsheng deliberately kept it from him, he didn't bother to talk too much.

Lin Duan was suddenly confused, he didn't understand why Duan Jingsheng did this.

Are you nice to him?Or just out of a sense of justice?Or maybe Duan Jingsheng felt guilty and wanted to make up for him, so that Lin Duan could soften his heart and stay by his side for the rest of his life with the biochip carrying Qi Qing's memory.

Duan Jingsheng, did he do this for Qi Qing?

No matter what angle Lin Duan thinks from, he doesn't believe that Duan Jingsheng is for him. After Cats, no matter what Duan Jingsheng does, Lin Duan feels that he is doing everything possible for Qi Qing. He likes Qi Qing so much. what?

What's more, Lin Duan knew very well that he would not be with Duan Jingsheng.The enthusiasm of the past has long been reduced to dust along with the cruel truth, but now only the ashes of death remain.

After get off work in the afternoon, Duan Jingsheng's Porsche appeared on the side of the road again.

Standing in front of the window, Lin Duan saw Duan Jingsheng roll down the car window from a distance, took off his sunglasses and waved at him.

Along the way, Lin Duan remained silent. When Duan Jingsheng brought the meal to the table, Lin Duan was still sitting on the sofa in a daze. Duan Jingsheng asked with concern: "What are you thinking, so preoccupied?"

Lin Duan raised his eyelids abruptly, meeting Duan Jingsheng's eyes.

He suddenly found that Duan Jingsheng was almost 39, and he was only 25 when the two first met. He didn't expect time to pass so quickly. Although Duan Jingsheng didn't look old, Lin Duan suddenly realized that as he grows older, old men really learn to care people.

About Zhang Lichun's case, ask him?Lin Duan hesitated for a while, but finally failed to speak.

Duan Jingsheng scooped up a spoonful of stinky pig's trotters and mung bean soup and handed it to Lin Duan. Lin Duan took it naturally. For a moment, he suddenly realized that he had adapted to Duan Jingsheng's current care. leadership.

This is not a good omen, Lin Duan put down the small porcelain bowl, and kept silent with a dark face.

Duan Jingsheng saw that his expression was not very good, suspected that someone else was whispering in his ear, and asked cautiously: "What happened?"

"Nothing." Lin Duan replied indifferently. He paused, raised his eyes to look at Duan Jingsheng, and said seriously, "Why didn't you tell me about my mother Zhang Lichun's case?"

"Reverse the case?" Duan Jingsheng was not surprised, and calmly replied: "Your birthday is coming soon, and I originally wanted to give you a surprise. I didn't expect you to find out so soon. It wasn't my idea. Mom, she always wanted to do this, and she also wanted to do it. Make her wish come true."

"No." Lin Duan crossed his arms, leaned back against the backrest, and said in a deep voice, "Three years ago, you knew that my mother was not a criminal. Why didn't you tell me then?"

Duan Jingsheng was silent.

Lin Duan was disappointed. When he opened the diary and found the truth, he was full of thoughts, why didn't Duan Jingsheng tell him, he knew everything, but let him live with guilt as the criminal's son, didn't Duan Jingsheng just Want to see his jokes?

The unwarranted shame even overwhelmed the surprise of discovering that his mother was actually a hero.

The cracks and collapses began at that time, like the prelude to the eruption of a mountain torrent, breaking the illusion of calm.

"Because your mother doesn't want you to know." Even Duan Jingsheng felt that he was making excuses, but the truth is true: "The less you know, the better. She is here to protect you."

Lin Duan took a deep breath, he had heard too many perfunctory and hypocritical words, and he couldn't reproduce the slightest wave in his heart, and suddenly laughed: "Oh, really?"

He stood up, with an indifferent expression, and went back to the guest room.

The relationship between him and Duan Jingsheng is actually very peaceful, the two of them don't even quarrel very much, probably due to their busy schedules, quarreling is too exhausting, it's better not to quarrel, Lin Duan's attitude has always been calm and indifferent, Duan Jingsheng doesn't know how much his hot face has stuck to him times cold ass.

The coffee should not be too hot, the porridge should not be too weak, there should be no mosquitos in the room in summer, Duan Jingsheng is not allowed to come within three feet of Lin Duan.

Life is ordinary.

In midsummer, Duan Jingsheng used to go to the gate of the Municipal Bureau to pick up Lin Duan and go home.

It was Lin Duan's birthday that day, Duan Jingsheng was driving the car, Lin Duan was sitting in the co-pilot, Duan Jingsheng turned to him and said, "I'll take you to see a surprise." Lin Duan raised his finger to the road ahead: "Concentrate on driving, don't become frightened."

Duan Jingsheng smiled: "Okay."

The Porsche drove onto the expressway, which led to Changning. It took about two hours on the road. Duan Jingsheng drove him to a funeral home in Changning City.

This funeral home has been around for a long time, the exterior paint is peeling, the interior furnishings are simple, and some places are covered in dust.

The director of the funeral home went out to greet him personally: "Mr. Duan!"

Duan Jingsheng took Lin Duan's hand, Lin Duan shook him off, Duan Jingsheng persisted in pulling him again, Lin Duan slapped him away, "Self-respect." Duan Jingsheng got ashamed and gave up.

In the air-conditioned room with powerful horsepower, a safe was placed on the iron table. The curator brought the two into the room, turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Under Lin Duan's suspicious gaze, Duan Jingsheng opened the safe and took out a round-bellied ceramic bottle containing ashes.

"Your mother's." Duan Jingsheng put down the porcelain vase and lifted his chin: "It took me a lot of effort to find this place. The curator and your mother are good friends, and she has been entrusted by her to wait here all these years."

Thousands of emotions rushed into his heart, sourness, nostalgia, hatred and reluctance all dragged the memories out of the old time, Lin Duan couldn't say how he should feel, he didn't expect that Duan Jingsheng could bring them all out.

"There's something hidden inside."

Lin Duan stepped forward quickly, opened the cover carefully, Duan Jingsheng handed him the gloves, Lin Duan turned and knelt in front of Zhang Lichun's ashes, kowtowed three times, and then reached out to search in the porcelain vase, he found a hard long stick box.

Lin Duan's expression changed slightly, Duan Jingsheng understood: "Take it out and have a look."

"Have you seen it?" Seeing his calm appearance, Lin Duan was very surprised. Duan Jingsheng shook his head: "No, I only found out about this place yesterday. The curator told you that your mother hid something there."

It was a voice recorder, which had been left for too long, and there was a leakage of electricity, so it couldn't be turned on.

Duan Jingsheng said: "When we go back, ask the technician to export the recording information of the recorder."

Lin Duan nodded.

Some things seem to be coming to an end. The hero who died wronged will wait until the day when the truth is revealed, and his wrongdoing will be cleared.

The recording was copied into the computer, Duan Jingsheng sat next to Lin Duan, Lin Duan held it several times, took a deep breath, and clicked to play.

The first recording is the conversation between Zhang Lichun and Zhu Ling. It is not difficult to hear that Zhang Lichun revealed a lot of Ciyu's internal situation to Zhu Ling. Zhang Lichun told her plan. family.

In the second recording, Zhang Lichun asked, "Is it Lin Lin?"

Lin Duan was stunned, this was specially left for Zhang Lichun before he was arrested, maybe she had already expected that her life would not be long.

"Lin Lin, mother loves you, so mother must leave you. Lin Lin, you must be able to find this recorder, right? Mom believes in you, and maybe this recording can clear up her grievances, but I just want to tell you, Mom loves you. Mom knows that you must have been wronged a lot, don't care about other people's eyes, Lin Lin, you have to take your mother's share and live a good life."

Over 14 busy years, the dead confide their affection to the widow.

It turned out that Zhang Lichun didn't want to die covered in sewage like that. She left this recording to explain to her son. Secondly, perhaps she subconsciously hoped that one day, the child would be dissatisfied with being deceived and muster up the courage to find the truth. Draw a successful conclusion to the mother's life.

Zhang Lichun kept it from him in order to protect him.Zhang Lichun told him that it was because she believed that Lin Duan, who was able to find this recording, must have the ability to protect himself.

Across the long river of time, those white eyes and indifference that pervaded childhood and adolescence were once diluted by the light named Duan Jingsheng. Until this moment, the beauty that was never possessed in the past showed great power to overcome all grievances and hard work. Disperses, bringing light to the final silhouette.

Lin Duan burst into tears. He didn't expect that he failed Zhang Lichun's expectations. He gave up looking for and believing in his mother. indispensable.

14 years ago, it was bright, and 14 years later, it is still bright.

Time seemed to overlap, it was Duan Jingsheng in the past, and now it is Duan Jingsheng.

"It's not fair." Lin Duan murmured softly, Duan Jingsheng grabbed his shoulders and the back of his head, and pulled Lin Duan into his arms.

"This is very important evidence. With this, your mother will definitely overturn the case." Duan Jingsheng said in a low voice but firmly: "Lin Duan, you are the child of a hero."