After divorcing the male god

In fact, Lin Duan was not asleep, but had a fever and was confused, almost fainting.

Duan Jingsheng grabbed half of his arm, like pulling a heavy sack, and lifted Lin Duan vigorously. Lin Duan couldn't support his body, and fell towards Duan Jingsheng in a daze.

The dirt and rain on his body rubbed Duan Jingsheng's arms.

Duan Jingsheng lowered his eyes slightly, loosened his grip on Lin Duan, and let the young man lean on his shoulder.

So the clean and tidy man stood inside the threshold, and the tired and down-and-out young man stood outside the threshold, and they stuck to each other inappropriately through an open door.

Duan Jingsheng's breathing was slightly stagnant, his face sank a bit, and even his tone was stained with offended anger: "Lin Duan, get up!"

Lin Duan woke up suddenly, grabbed the door frame and stepped back down the steps. His mind was shaking, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of splashing water. He opened his mouth: "Teacher, the car has been washed."

Duan Jingsheng will always have that face that shows neither emotions nor anger. In terms of appearance, he is like a walking hormone-making machine wherever he is placed, but his temperament is too cold and heartless.

It's like there are thousands of thorns all over your body, if you get close, you can stab others with bruises all over your body.

Duan Jingsheng stared at Lin Duan, and there seemed to be a dark tide in his deep eyes. He suddenly grabbed Lin Duan's wrist and dragged him into the room.

Lin Duan staggered a few steps to keep up with him, his brain could no longer keep up with the movements of his limbs, so he could only trot to catch up with Duan Jingsheng, who was one step ahead of him and two steps away.

Duan Jingsheng threw him onto the sofa, and said bluntly, "Clean up the house."

"But..." I was a little tired, and Lin Duan's explanation that was about to blurt out came to an abrupt end. He sat down on the sofa, and lowered his eyes in frustration: "Okay."

Duan Jingsheng glanced at his watch, and said coldly, "From now on, I'm going out and I'll be back in three hours. I hope you've finished cleaning by then."

three hours? !

Lin Duan widened his eyes and looked around the huge space. Just the one he came in - the storage room facing the garage was so big that it made his scalp tingle. The whole villa couldn't be cleaned in three hours. , After cleaning, people will die, right?

Surely it will?

"I'm just..." An ordinary forensic doctor, not a housekeeper... Lin Duan was stunned. He saw a model airplane lying in the corner of the storage room.

The fuselage is about twice the length of a human hand, and the wings have been broken long ago, falling to the corner in embarrassment, unbearably eroded by the years, and covered with thick dust.

He remembered that model, which he gave to Duan Jingsheng.

Lin Duan's uncle loves model airplanes, it seems to be innate. Boys have loved these strange models since they were young.

Lin Duan named it "Xiaohui". Xiaohui can fly by wireless remote control, and the flying distance is limited, but it still makes Lin Duan feel more fun when he was young.

Later, I met Duan Jingsheng, and when Duan Jingsheng left, Lin Duan gave Xiao Hui to him, and it has been ten years since he left.

Duan Jingsheng had long forgotten.

It's like forgetting Xiaohui, treating it as a toy for children, throwing it in a dark corner, and letting the years wash away the past and the past.

"I'm just..." Lin Duan took a deep breath: "Okay, teacher, pay attention to safety on the road."

Duan Jingsheng went back to Tengjing Building in the CBD area of ​​the city center to meet his father Duan Zhennan.

Duan Zhennan is sixty years old, and his greatest wish in life is to retire as soon as possible. He can't wait for Duan Jingsheng to be fired by the police, so that he can return to inherit the family business in a logical manner.

In the end, Duan Zhennan didn't expect that the sun came out from the west, and Duan Jingsheng left the city bureau, not because he was fired, but because he resigned voluntarily.

Duan Jingsheng took the elevator to the top floor of the building and walked straight into the chairman's office. On the way, he was amazed and looked back countless times. Without realizing it, he pushed open the door of Duan Zhennan's office.

Personnel reported the list of new batches of employees, and Duan Zhennan casually put it aside at a glance. Personnel looked at Duan Jingsheng, nodded politely at him, and turned to leave.

"I'll come to the company in two days to help." Duan Zhennan saw him and said, "It's time to calm down, kid."

From Duan Zhennan's point of view, Duan Jingsheng's job as a policeman is like playing around, but he is playing with his life.

When Duan Jing was promoted to the Public Security University, Duan Zhennan was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him. He couldn't help that he was a strict wife, so his wife Sheng ordered: "Let him go."

Duan Jingsheng's mother was a policeman when she was young, and later became the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, and retired two years ago.

Duan Zhennan waited and waited a lot, and finally survived until his wife retired safely, but his son was still in the criminal investigation team day and night, dealing with the most vicious people.

This time was good, Duan Zhennan felt so refreshed in his life, and his son also resigned from the city bureau.

Duan Zhennan put his hands behind his back, turned his back to Duan Jingsheng, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, thinking: "Since you've had enough fun, consider starting a family and starting a business. You're not too young. Find someone you like and get married quickly."

Duan Jingsheng was calm and indifferent throughout the whole process, like a robot whose appearance was too ingenious, Gujing calmly refused: "I have no such plan for the time being."

Duan Zhennan couldn't help getting angry, thinking that he was already sixty, that's all, why bother with young people.He waved his hand: "Your mother is buying gay psychological guides at home now."

Duan Jingsheng: "..."

"Think about it for yourself. Your mother and I are getting older. How long can we wait? She is afraid that you will have no one by your side in this life." Duan Zhennan turned emotional: "When she was young, she had problems. It's raining and hurts, if you have time, go back and see her."

"I know."

"You know what a fart." Duan Zhennan sighed with his hands behind his back: "It's done, go and clean up your own affairs. I will see you at the company in three days."

Duan Jingsheng left Tengjing and went to Qinglong Mountain.

After the funeral, the burial area returned to its uninhabited silence, cold and desolate, and the bones buried deep in the soil were quietly waiting to be reduced to ashes.

On the day Qi Qing was buried, Duan Jingsheng seemed to be tied with an iron chain. One end of the iron chain was tied to him, and the other end was tied to Qi Qing's tombstone, making it impossible for him to break free and escape. No matter what he did, he could only surround this place , spinning around and around, painting the ground as a prison.

On that day five years ago, the sun was just right, and the two walked along Binhe Road back to the Municipal Bureau.

Qi Qing joked with a half-smile: "You haven't gotten married for so long, wait for me?" Duan Jingsheng lacked the basic emotional perception ability, and asked in a very straight-faced manner: "What are you waiting for? Waiting for you to get married first?"

Qi Qing was stunned for a while, then laughed out loud. He patted the wooden post on the bank with his hand, and said casually and expectantly: "Yes, I like you."

Later... Later Duan Jingsheng couldn't remember what he said, it was the first time Qi Qing got angry at him in so many years, and his voice was tinged with tears: "Who do you really like, Brother Duan?!"

"Duan Jingsheng, why are you so heartless?!"

To be more specific, Duan Jingsheng can't remember clearly. He only remembers that Qi Qing went undercover. For five years, they never met again. When they met, they were separated forever.

The silver-gray Honda carrying Qi Qing was in front of his eyes, allowing him to watch helplessly as his best brother stepped into the abyss of death.

The misunderstanding that was too late to explain, the past that was eager to forget, pierced the heart through the screen amidst the monstrous river waves and the dust of the explosion.

"Qi Qing, come back to life." Duan Jingsheng looked at the tombstone, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes showed unbearable pain. He lowered his head and sighed heavily, and squeezed his hand hanging on one side so hard that he didn't even notice that his nails were embedded in his flesh.

It took Lin Duan nearly an hour to tidy up the storage room. He was exhausted and almost lost consciousness in his hands and feet. He climbed up the wall and moved to the living room step by step, trembling and sneezing a series of times.

The living room was deliberately messed up by Duan Jingsheng, as if the house had been demolished by a husky, Lin Duan smiled wryly, kneeling on the ground, picking up the sundries limply.

The soaked shirt clung to his skin, sliding uncomfortably along with his movements.

Lin Duan simply took off his shirt, he didn't have time to dry it, and he didn't dare to wear Duan Jingsheng's clothes, so he was naked with his white-walled upper body, and his eyes were half-closed to arrange the utensils.

When Duan Jingsheng came back, as soon as he opened the door, he found Lin Duan napping on the coffee table, with his head resting on his arms, his fingertips trembling, and his face flushed abnormally.

Duan Jingsheng carried Lin Duan back to the bed in the guest bedroom, and called the family doctor.

Doctors and nurses rushed up and down, gave Lin Duan antipyretic injections and suspended normal saline.

Duan Jingsheng watched coldly from the side, the young man lying on the bed was very thin, his hands could clearly see the traces of the bones, his pale cheeks were almost white and transparent, and the pale blue blood vessels under them could be seen floating.

To be honest, Duan Jingsheng didn't care about Lin Duan's life or death. If Qi Qing hadn't been there, Lin Duan would have died -- this useless, ignorant little forensic doctor.

Just like being insane and terminally ill, Duan Jingsheng couldn't help thinking, even for Qi Qing, Lin Duan must disappear, for Qi Qing, this life should belong to Qi Qing.

He slammed his fist against the wall, letting out a low, suppressed growl.

The doctor was startled, and turned to look at the door, only to see Duan Jingsheng with red eyes, turning back to his room like an angry and desperate trapped animal.

Duan Jingsheng locked himself in the master bedroom, replaying the scene in his mind repeatedly. The silver gray Honda fell off the cliff, and the world fell into terrible chaos. After the chaos, it was Qi Qing's pale face that was broken into pieces and put together again.

Duan Jingsheng took a deep breath, his big hands trembling, he picked up the mobile phone on the small glass table, almost unable to hold it steady, Duan Jingsheng steadied his mind, opened the sticky note, and marked "X" in the column of "excessive fatigue".

Afterwards, his tall body of nearly 1.9 meters fell like a hill. Duan Jingsheng fell into the bed, his chest heaved violently, he gasped heavily, his heart was beating so fast that his chest was numb, and he seemed to hear the sound of Honda falling into the river.

"Qi Qing..." Duan Jingsheng clenched his back molars: "Qi Qing!—"

Lin Duan's eyes widened suddenly, and the family doctor and nurse packed up the medicine box and prepared to leave.

He was dizzy, it was difficult to move his limbs, and his joints were swollen and bruised due to overwork.

The doctor kept the medicine, and he pointed to the small white bottle to guide him how often to take it. Lin Duan waved his hand: "I know what medicine to take, thank you."

The family doctor tactfully kept silent, Lin Duan was stunned for a moment, waited for the blood to fully activate and his limbs regained consciousness, and then quietly asked, "Where is Teacher Duan?"

The author has something to say: Director: emm, the old paragraph is like this, Xiao Lin sent Lao Huo to have a blind date with you

Old Duan [fierce]: Refuse!