Being-Towards-Death

During off-duty hours, Director Dai’s fairy trail is hard to find; Song Weibin was in a hurry and pushed the door of the director’s office for a long time, but he couldn’t open it. He suddenly became a supporter of idealism, thinking that if I think, I can, as if pushing the door a few more times , There will be a living person behind the door, as if the director has been transformed.

Obviously, this is a material world. The world gave him a free philosophy class, and then resolutely rejected him with practical actions; Qin Ming also added fuel to the fire, saying: "In the past two years, the economy has been sluggish, violent cases have occurred frequently, and the city bureau is short of manpower. Especially this case involves too much. Apart from our team, no one else is suitable."

Song Weibin said: "Why is it inappropriate? Didn't you use me like a donkey before? When you need me, you can negotiate and negotiate, but now you force me? What if I can interrogate my brother? And let me tell you, Qin Ming , Brother Shi is not only my brother, I am today, thanks to him!"

Song Weibin thought back to the days when he was just a fledgling and guarded the gate in Longteng; at that time, he had a heart of justice and passion, but he didn't have the knowledge and talent to match; he watched the crowds of people going in and out of the sky every day, in his eyes, it was from another world. Life has nothing to do with him; the best man in the world—that is, brother Shi—he is even more like the proud son of heaven, he has to look up, and even looking at him is blasphemy.

Fate arranged for him to help his brother Shi chase down gangsters once, and his brother Shi gave him the opportunity to grow into an excellent people's policeman and realize the value of life; In fact, he has his own definition in his heart: this is his benefactor, as long as Shi Guyuan says a word, he can take it away at any time.

His life has not been given yet, how can he turn around and take Shi Guyuan's life?

Qin Ming said nonchalantly: "Everyone knows that you have a very close relationship with the famous Shi Guyuan, but don't forget what Shi Guyuan is doing, business, who is not wrong?"

Song Weibin said: "Your words are purely unreasonable. According to what you say, all enterprises in the country have to be investigated. Why do you only focus on Tengkong and Hengyu? Not to mention anything else, how much do these two companies pay each year? How many have been settled? Employment problem? Now I suspect that some colleagues disliked Shi Guyuan and deliberately framed him!"

Qin Ming said: "I'm not talking about Shi Guyuan's business. Now someone reported him for murder. This is a criminal offense. Public and private affairs must be separated."

Song Weibin grabbed the key, turned around and left, saying, "Ju Dai is not here, I don't have the time to investigate this case, you should get off work quickly, what time is it?"

Song Weibin was furious, especially hating Qin Ming for being upright; when he ran out of the police station, he would rather throw those annoying materials behind in the pouring rain; but he didn't want to go home, he was wandering in the rain, his heart was anxious, Because he is very clear: he will deny it loudly, he will go to the director to argue, in fact, he will use these exaggerated performances to smooth his shaky trust; No choice——What kind of person is Shi Guyuan? If you ask 1 people, you will get 1 answers.

Thousands of people have thousands of faces, which is perfect for Shi Guyuan.Shi Guyuan can take care of Xu Ping's children when he is on a business trip, and he can also be happy when Zheng Zhongtian dies; warmth, coldness, and contradictions are like clouds in the sky, floating here and there. It doesn't rain.

Now that it was raining, Song Weibin came back to his senses, shivering from the cold; he rubbed his arms, squinted his eyes to look at the passing bicycles, and occasionally a few motorcycles that were humming and competing with Jiao Lei; Wandering aimlessly on the sidewalk, stopped in front of the public phone, and suddenly, like an oracle, ran to the canteen against the wind, bought an IC card, and then called Shi Guyuan's cell phone with a fever of brain.

Shi Guyuan was practicing piano with Chi Xiaoyu, and Chi Yu sat across from them to read the research report; the phone rang, interrupting Chi Xiaoyu's performance, when Shi Guyuan went out to answer the phone, Chi Xiaoyu pouted and said : "Hurry up!"

Shi Guyuan gave her a "hush" and came to the living room to pick it up; however, there was wind and rain on the opposite side, but there was no voice.

He said "Hello" again, just as he was about to hang up, he finally heard a murmur: "...Brother Shi."

"Binzi?" Shi Guyuan frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Bean-sized raindrops hit Song Weibin's face, and the rain fell in a hurry, making transparent threads and weaving them into a net called "dilemma" to envelop him; this embarrassment is like trying to cure his throat , planted a chubby sea in his throat, unexpectedly the chubby sea got bigger and bigger, blocking his throat and making him unable to make a sound.His throat was gone, but he wasn't happy at all, and he was dying of suffocation.

"Ah...it's okay, I just bought a new IC card and tried to see if it works."

"Oh," Shi Guyuan said with a half-smile, "then you have to reimburse me for the phone call."

"Well...then don't miss this 2 minutes, Brother Shi, I want to ask you something, Naner Hotel—"

As soon as the four words were uttered, Song Weibin used his years of professionalism to keenly capture the current on the other end of the phone, and there was a slight pause for a moment.

"Nan Er Hotel? You continue."

As if it were an illusion, Shi Guyuan's voice is as calm as a windless lake, and the dragonflies skimming the water are just the poet's sentimental embellishment.

"Naner Hotel... No, Brother Shi, I have to see you."

"In such a hurry?" Shi Guyuan looked back at the two people in the study, Chi Yu heard something wrong, and came to the living room; Shi Guyuan gestured to him, turned back to the phone and said, "Listen to the movement, you are outside ? Where are you, I'll pick you up."

"I'm... Forget it, I'll go find you."

"...It's fine," Shi Guyuan said, "You can come to my house directly."

After deciding on the location, Shi Guyuan hung up the phone; Chi Yu came over and said, "What's the matter?"

"Ah."

Shi Guyuan smiled, and suddenly approached; the handsome face suddenly magnified in front of Chi Yu's eyes, and Chi Yu was startled; It's long," she said, spreading out her fingers to show him, "one fell off."

Chi Yu was discouraged by his useless avoidance, and didn't want to be looked down upon by Shi Guyuan, so he said angrily: "Your lashes are longer, if you were a woman, you didn't need to wear any mascara, it would be longer than what they wear. It's a pity that it grows on a man's face, it looks like makeup."

Shi Guyuan lowered his head and pursed his lips in joy. Chi Yu glanced at his slightly hooked eye tails, fan-shaped eyelashes and pointed chin, feeling like a cat's paws were scratching moderately in his heart, a little prickly and itchy.

Chi Xiaoyu had put down the piano early, and was scratching the door frame, looking at them for no reason; Shi Guyuan waved at her, hugged her and said, "Look, your dad lost an eyelash. There is a saying that says to make a wish on the eyelashes." , and then blow it into the air, and your dreams will come true." He twisted his eyelashes, handed them to Chi Yu's mouth, and said, "Make a wish."

Chi Yu said, "Do you believe this?"

Shi Guyuan said: "I see young people in the company are playing like this, it's a bit interesting, let's make one."

"What do you want..."

Shi Guyuan said, "May our journey go smoothly."

Chi Yu closed his eyes, silently repeated Shi Guyuan's words, and then blew on Shi Guyuan's hand.

Chi Xiaoyu thought it was funny, and pulled her eyes to pull one. Shi Guyuan hurriedly told her that the ones that were pulled out were not counted, but the ones that fell off naturally. In Yuan's arms, he begged him for snacks in a small voice, and his small eyes flew to sneak a glance at Chi Yu; Chi Yu heard it clearly, and forcefully pulled her off Shi Guyuan's body, Chi Xiaoyu wow Shouting: "Uncle Shi, save me! Uncle Shi, save me!"

Shi Guyuan said: "I can't save you this time. You can only eat one biscuit a day. You ate up today's portion yesterday, so you can't eat it today."

Chi Xiaoyu cried and said, "Uncle Shi, you don't like me anymore, you only like Dad."

Shi Guyuan said: "Your father doesn't steal snacks, if you don't steal snacks, we all like you."

Chi Xiaoyu broke down and said, "I can't let go of any of them..."

Shi Guyuan held back his smile and said to Chi Yu, "Then I'll go first."

Chi Xiaoyu thought that Shi Guyuan left because he didn't want her anymore, so he sobbed and said, "I won't eat, Uncle Shi, don't leave, I won't eat."

Shi Guyuan said: "I'll be back in a while, if you don't eat today, I can give you an extra piece tomorrow."

After comforting the child, Shi Guyuan took an umbrella and went back to his home; Shi Guyuan was wearing a facial mask and was doing stretching in front of the TV. He was surprised to see him: "Brother, are you back?"

Shi Guyuan gave a "hmm" and said, "Binzi will come later, you should wear more, it's raining today and it's cold at night."

Shi Guzhen said nonchalantly: "I have strong firepower, who is like you? It's still tightly packed in summer."

Shi Guyuan didn't say any more, and let his sister go. Not long after, the doorbell rang, and Shi Guyuan opened the door for Song Weibin, but he was overwhelmed by his poor appearance. Song Weibin sneezed just right and rubbed the tip of his red nose; Shi Guyuan found him a new towel and said, "Your city bureau is so poor that you can't even take out an umbrella? What's the matter? Let's take a shower first."

Song Weibin shook his head, stood in the porch, not going deep; he looked at Shi Guyuan who was confused, and said to Shi Guyuan in a low voice: "Brother Shi, I won't go in, if you come out, I'll ask you In a word."

Shi Guyuan stepped out of the threshold and covered the door with his hands, blocking Shi Guyuan's sight.In Song Weibin's mind, he said "Nan'er Hotel", and quickly made calculations, but he didn't know whether he was talking about the Nan'er Hotel six years ago, or last year's Nan'er Hotel.