steel forest

Jiang Hansheng felt helpless and funny, took her arm and asked, "Are you hungry?"

She let out a tired breath, and the breath fell on Jiang Hansheng's neck, a little itchy.

She said: "I want to eat instant noodles, eggs with eggs, cheese slices, and cold beer."

Jiang Han said, "Okay, I'll do it."

When he was about to get up, Zhou Jin hugged him even harder. She buried her face in Jiang Hansheng's chest, and said in a muffled voice, "It's Zhao Ping."

Jiang Hansheng was not surprised.

Before the action, Tan Shiming passed the information of the team members to him to have a look. Jiang Hansheng is not a member of the serious crime team, so he can objectively judge each member.

It was he who suggested that Tan Shiming should choose who to go to the office, tell them wrong information, and guide the inner ghost to take action in Hongtian Commercial Building.

Zhou Jin said: "He died because he didn't want to go to jail. When he jumped off the building, I had already caught his hand, but I didn't catch it..."

Jiang Han pursed his lips, raised his hand to stroke her hair, and said, "It's not your fault."

"If I could get to know him better, maybe it wouldn't be like this. I see him almost every day, and I haven't noticed anything wrong with him..." Zhou Jin said, "I'm wondering if it's because of my brother's case that the I ignored a lot of things, I didn't care about my friends and colleagues, and my parents, after I started working in the crime team, I called them a lot less..."

The sense of powerlessness in the face of loss made her uneasy, and she didn't know how to calm down.

She knew in her heart that Jiang Hansheng had nothing to do with this, but apart from him, Zhou Jin didn't know who to tell this to.

Jiang Hansheng no longer said comforting words to her, but suggested to her, "Why don't we go back to Wucheng to visit our parents in two days. The last time we went back, they said they made some red bayberry wine at home, and I want to try it."

Zhou Jin heard him say that he wanted to drink, tears were still flowing, but there was a smile on his lips, and said: "You can go home, but you can't drink."

Jiang Han commented calmly, "Stingy."

Zhou Jin thought she heard it wrong, so she raised her head and looked at him in surprise, and said, "Professor Jiang, do you dare to speak ill of me to my face now? I'm still stingy, do you call being stingy when you're drunk and biting people?"

Jiang Hansheng: "Is there?"

Zhou Jin was very sure: "Yes."

"How did you bite?" He pinched Zhou Jin's chin lightly, kissed her forehead, her cheek, and her lips, "Is that so?"

Zhou Jin lost her temper, and her body, which had been frozen for a long time, became soft and warm in Jiang Hansheng's arms.

"I'm hungry," she said.

Seeing that she was in a better mood, Jiang Hansheng stopped joking with her, stroked her back and said, "I'm going to cook the noodles."

……

The next day, Jiang Hansheng woke up very early.

He got up to make breakfast, when his cell phone rang. It was his father Jiang Bozhi calling. Jiang Han's voice was afraid of disturbing Zhou Jin's sleep, so he went to the bathroom to answer the phone.

Jiang Bozhi spoke loudly, with joy in his voice, and said, "Han Sheng, I'm back with your Aunt Fang, and your Aunt Fang picked out a lot of presents for Zhou Jin. How about we have dinner together tonight?"

The "Aunt Fang" that Jiang Bozhi said was Fang Rou, his second wife and Jiang Hansheng's nominal mother.

Jiang Hansheng didn't have much interest in the warm invitation from them, but they brought Zhou Jin a gift, and Zhou Jin might be very happy to see it.

He quickly agreed.

Jiang Bozhi heard that his son seemed to be in a good mood, and continued to ask: "When do you and Zhou Jin plan to have a child? Your aunt Fang said that this kind of thing needs to be prepared early. It's okay for two people to live in your current house. One more child will be fine." It’s no good. Didn’t Dad buy you a three-bedroom apartment in Tianfu Garden before, and it’s a school district apartment, which is pretty good. If you don’t like it, you can discuss with Zhou Jin about choosing another one.”

Jiang Hansheng smiled lightly and said, "I will be ready."

Jiang Hansheng didn't say what to do with the house.

Jiang Bozhi paused, did not hang up the phone, did not speak, a strange silence spread.

Jiang Hansheng seemed to have noticed something, and said, "Is there anything else?"

"It's like this, Han Sheng..." Jiang Bozhi hesitated, "Your Aunt Fang and I are planning to have another child, and your Aunt Fang said that this is not just about the two of us, let me ask your opinion first .”

"..."

"Cold sound?"

"What answer do you want to hear?" His voice turned cold instantly.

"..."

Jiang Hansheng changed his right hand to hold the mobile phone, and his words were neither soft nor light, but there was a kind of depressive dullness in listening.He said: "You will always be like this. Whenever you feel that you owe me something, you want to make up for it with something. Whether I need it or not, you can at least feel better."

"Han Sheng, Dad didn't mean that. If you object, then we don't want it. Anyway, you and Zhou Jin..."

He was a little anxious to explain.

Jiang Hansheng interrupted him with a heavy face, and said: "If you are ready to be a competent father, make sure that you will not be busy running business in the future, but have enough time to be with him; you can take him to the playground instead of Just buy a game console that he won’t even touch, and you will never miss every parent meeting or graduation ceremony of his. When other students can take pictures with their parents, he doesn’t have to stand alone on the stage to take pictures. Graduation photos all need the help of the teacher - if, if you think about it, I will not object."

"..."

Jiang Hansheng had never talked to him so emotionally before, Jiang Bozhi was speechless and a little stunned.

In his impression, Jiang Hansheng was always well-behaved, perhaps because of the divorce of his parents, he was more mature than other children of the same age, not talkative, but very sensible.

His sensibleness saved Jiang Bozhi a lot of trouble and trouble, but sometimes he felt guilty because Jiang Hansheng would not act like a baby and cry like other children.

That's why Jiang Bozhi always felt an indescribable sense of distance from him.

Jiang Hansheng's fingers pinching the phone were almost white. He looked at his hideous face in the mirror, closed his eyes, and gradually calmed down.

He said: "Dad, I'm past the age where you need to be responsible. You don't need to discuss this kind of thing with me. You only need Fangrou to be responsible, and it's good to be responsible for your future children."

"..."

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Hansheng put down the phone and washed his hands over and over again.

Zhou Jin woke up, heard the sound of the faucet, and the door was unlocked, so she went directly to the bathroom.

She was sleepy, and asked him as she went to get her toothbrush: "Whose phone is it? It sounds like you are arguing with someone."

But it's not like, she can't imagine Jiang Hansheng arguing with others, firstly because he is so well-bred, and secondly because he is calm and self-restraining, and rarely conflicts with others.

Jiang Hansheng helped her squeeze the toothpaste, but didn't answer her.

When Zhou Jin had washed her face and was wiping the water indiscriminately, Jiang Han said in a voice, "Zhou Jin, let's change houses, the one that is bigger than Bi's, with a children's room, what do you think?"

Zhou Jin peeked out a pair of eyes from the towel, and kept looking at him, her eyes wandering, "Han Sheng, I..."

"Huh?" He leaned slightly and listened carefully to her opinion.