born criminal

At dawn, Chen Jian became sleepy and spread his laziness to Yang Zhou. The two of them leaned on the sofa and took a nap without moving.

Because it was New Year's Eve, Andrew specially made a rich breakfast, but no one came to it until ten o'clock. D3 still ran around the house, making all the lights and appliances he could control a special "festival".On both sides of the gate of the villa, there is an LED screen with the same color as the wall bricks. It is not eye-catching at ordinary times, but when it comes to Chinese New Year, it projects black characters on a red background—it turns into Spring Festival couplets.

"Andrew, what are you doing standing there?" D3 ordered: "Go and hang the lantern."

In recent years, cultural revivalism has become popular, and many Spring Festival customs that are on the verge of disappearing have returned in new ways.For example, red lanterns are no longer limited to the previous oblate shape, but more bizarre choices have appeared, and the color aesthetic has also changed from pure red to pink blue.

But Chen Jian is an old-fashioned person, so what Andrew is holding is still an ordinary glass red lantern.He climbed up to the roof, obeyed D3's command, and kept changing the hanging position. After 10 minutes, he finally heard D3 say "OK".

Andrew strongly suspected that D3 was playing tricks on him, in order to let him understand more deeply the connotation of the "prank" taught yesterday.

"Did you do it on purpose?" he asked.

"Of course!" D3 was very proud, "Andrew, your learning ability really disappoints me."

Andrew complained about his lost power: "I'm a robot policeman, and I don't need to know how to play tricks on others."

"You know now!" D3 jumped on the spot.He felt very happy at the moment - although he had always doubted that he could experience these emotions.

Andrew climbed down the ladder, looked at the Spring Festival couplets at the door for a few seconds, and commented: "This font is not good."

"Reject your opinion."

Andrew shrugged vividly, indicating that he didn't care.However, the moment he turned around and entered the door, he "saw" that the font of the Spring Festival couplets had changed.

"D3, you're really..." Andrew used the word he just learned and half understood its connotation, "Awkward."

"You're awkward, you idiot who doesn't understand anything," D3 sounded annoyed, "Get out of the way, you're blocking me!"

Andrew took a step to the left and asked about the dinner: "Does the New Year's Eve dinner need to be prepared in advance?"

"No," D3 said, "Mr. Chen will eat at Mr. Fang's house this year."

It's a tradition.Chen Jian and Fang Xing grew up together, they love each other as brothers, and spend New Year's Eve together.Last year, I had a New Year's Eve dinner at Chen Jian's house, and this year it's Fang Xing's turn.

"Then Mr. Yang is alone?" Andrew complained for Yang Zhou.

"Mr. Yang can go together." D3 said.

Yangzhou didn't go with him.He didn't wake up until noon, when the sunlight outside the window was clean and bright, Chen Jian had already left the room.

Yangzhou took a shower and opened the Stars and parents video.Zhou Yun plans to travel for the New Year, and just arrived in Finland two days ago.She looked good, walking arm in arm with her husband on the snowy street, youthful as a girl.

Zhou Yun told him to take good care of herself, and talked about what she had seen and heard along the way with great interest.Yangzhou listened absent-mindedly, eager to find an opportunity to tell his mother that the matter of finding someone had made progress.He was very guilty, because he had not been very involved in this matter, after all, he was still somewhat resistant to his mother's ex-husband.

When his father went to the drink station on the side of the road to eat, Yangzhou finally found the opportunity and told Zhou Yun that he had asked the people from the Civil Affairs Bureau of the base to help check the files, and they would have the results after they went to work on the seventh day of the lunar new year.

Zhou Yun, who was on the verge of excitement, stopped talking abruptly, her face was full of sadness and joy, as if she had just woken up from a big dream and had not yet been able to distinguish reality from the past.

She glanced at her husband who was queuing not far away, suppressed her excitement, and forced a smile, "Thank you, son."

Afraid that the results of the investigation would disappoint her, Yangzhou vaccinated her, promising that if there was no such person in the No. [-] base, he would think of other ways.

Zhou Yun agreed indiscriminately, she didn't know what she was thinking, and she came back to her senses after a while, and said to Yang Zhou that she had caused him trouble with an apologetic face.

"No trouble."

Zhou Yun was extremely sensitive at the moment, and Yangzhou's calm tone became dissatisfaction in her ears. She quickly left her ex-husband and the missing child behind, and said with concern: "Zhou Zhou, why do you seem to have lost weight? Isn’t there a problem with the mission? Did the new governor embarrass you?”

"No." Yangzhou smiled at his mother reassuringly, and asked about their upcoming itinerary.

Zhou Yun didn't answer, she looked at the young and handsome young son across the screen, and sighed silently.

"What's wrong? You're frowning again."

George Yang brought two cups of coffee, and took Zhou Yun to sit on the bench on the road.Zhou Yun shook her phone, the communication had been cut off, she said distressedly: "I'm thinking about Zhouzhou."

"Didn't you say the mission will end soon? Don't worry."

Zhou Yun shook her head: "I was wondering why he doesn't kiss us at all. This kid is good everywhere, but...keeps a distance from everyone."

"Every child has a different personality, so don't force yourself too much." George persuaded her a few words, "I remember he liked Daniel very much when he was a child, he was a little follower."

"Daniel..." The distant past showed a vague and terrifying outline. Zhou Yun and her husband looked at each other and let out a long sigh in unison.

After Yang Zhou hung up the phone, he went downstairs to have lunch.The first floor has been carefully cleaned, a fire is burning in the fireplace, new oil paintings have been replaced on the walls, and the overall arrangement is very warm.

"Where's Chen Jian?" Yang Zhou walked around the living room, feeling that something was missing.

"Mr. Chen is in the study." Seeing him looking around, D3 asked narrowly, "Is Mr. Yang looking for your little lion?"

As soon as Yang Zhou Jing reminded him, it suddenly dawned on him that the lion hydrogen balloon that Chen Jian gave him was gone.He threw it away a week ago, and the balloon stuck to the ceiling and has not moved.When the lights were turned off at night, the little lion looked like a person hanging upside down. Even Chen Jian was frightened once.

Every day when Yang Zhou went up and down the stairs, he would occasionally glance at this silly lion. It seemed insignificant, but now that it was gone, he felt uncomfortable.

It turns out that people always get used to certain things unconsciously.Yang Zhou suddenly discovered that he was used to the fireplace, this villa, the base...even Chen Jian.

This realization made him flustered. "I'll call him for lunch." He took two steps towards the study, then changed his mind, "You call him."

At noon, Andrew cooked pasta, and Chen Jian didn't arrive until Yangzhou finished eating.

"Mr. Chen fell asleep in the study." D3 explained behind him.

There was a slap mark on Chen Jian's face, which could not be seen in the dark at that time, but now it is obviously red and swollen.Yangzhou and him looked at each other, somehow became nervous, and pursed his lips hesitantly.

Chen Jian had completely forgotten about it. Seeing Yang Zhou's eyes fixed on his left cheek, he raised his hand to touch it suspiciously, and then exaggeratedly "hissed": "It hurts to death."

Yangzhou knew his own strength well, but Chen Jian acted as if he had been tortured, which made him a little at a loss. After thinking for a while, he suggested, "Why don't you fight back?"

"You did it on purpose," Chen Jian rolled his eyes with a smile, "I know I don't want to."

"Then I'll get you an ice pack."

"No need." Chen Jian pulled away the chair beside him, grabbed Yang Zhou's hand on the dining table, squeezed it hard and then released it, "Come and eat with me."

Chen Jian said very little today abnormally, and looked preoccupied.Halfway through the meal, he asked Yang Zhou if he wanted to go to Fang Xing's house for a New Year's Eve dinner.

Yang Zhou didn't like Fang Xing, and he didn't like the atmosphere when he was with Chen Jian, so he refused without thinking.

"Then you will be alone." Chen Jian was very conflicted in his heart. He wanted to stay with Yangzhou, but Fang Xing was also a brother for many years, not to mention that their previous quarrel had alienated the two of them. At this critical moment of the plan, Don't let your heart run away from you.

"I also have someone to ask." Yangzhou said.

Chen Jian slapped the chopsticks on the table, raised his eyebrows, and asked nervously, "Who?"

The person about Yangzhou is Smith.The two met because of Lily's affairs, and they kept in touch with each other, and became friends after going back and forth.Smith had no relatives at the base, and when every family was reunited, he thought of Yangzhou, the "foreign population", so he asked him to have dinner together and have each other's company.

Facing Chen Jian's questioning, Yang Zhou suddenly thought of playing tricks, and said calmly, "I won't tell you."

The result is one thousand wounds to the enemy and eight hundred self-damages.Chen Jian stuck to him all afternoon, insisting on him saying "that person", which annoyed Yang Zhou so much that the two almost fought again.

"You are not allowed to go out." Finally, Chen Jian gave the order arrogantly.

"Why do you care about me?"

"Is it the bartender from last wave? Damn, I knew he had bad intentions!" Chen Jian was in a bad mood. He didn't really know who Yangzhou was in contact with, so he could only speculate wildly.At first, he guessed that "the New York Police Department" had come to the base, and then thought of the person who struck up a conversation with Yang Zhou at the bar last time, and suddenly felt very sure, and threatened to call Xu Ran and ask him to fire that person.

Yang Zhou saw that he really went to touch the phone, he quickly grabbed his wrist, and said helplessly, "Chen Jian, are you childish?"

In fact, Chen Jian also regretted that he cared too much. He wanted to make fun of him as usual, but those words got stuck in his throat and fell back into his stomach again.

It's a dewy love, it's already very dangerous to be sincere, and if you want to last forever, that's even more idiotic.

Yangzhou does not belong to this desolate city, he is just a bird with malicious intentions and will fly away sooner or later.What Chen Jian should do is to ensure that Yangzhou will not find any evidence in the last days, and then he will leave, and he will embark on a thorny road from which he cannot turn back.

But... a part of my heart is always unwilling.

"It's Smith." Yang Zhou said suddenly.

"What?" Chen Jian still stared at him sullenly.

"Smith invited me to dinner." Yangzhou said softly.

Chen Jian narrowed his eyes slowly, and twitched his mouth: "Then you...are you deliberately making me jealous?"

Yangzhou felt that his cheeks were hot, and he maintained his indifference calmly: "You think too much."

With a smirk, Chen Jian leaned against him, wrapped Yang Zhou between his chest and the sofa, and pinched his ears with his hands.

Each other's breath brushed against the side of the face, like the hot summer wind, blowing people drunk.They looked at each other for a moment, their eyes blurred and tender.

"Yangzhou," Chen Jian called his name in a low voice, and it was the first time that a resolute man showed hesitation, "If..."

Some kind of indescribable emotion is like the colorless and odorless poison in the novel, which adheres to the skin and gradually invades the heart veins.Somehow, Yang Zhou understood what he didn't say.

If only you weren't you and I wasn't me.

Yang Zhou turned his head away first, and pushed Chen Jian: "Hurry up and leave."

Chen Jian chuckled, and kissed him resoundingly on the lips: "Come back early after eating."

"Tell it to yourself." Yangzhou complained in a low voice.

Smith's appointment was relatively late. After Chen Jian left, Yangzhou read the book for a while before leaving.

Chen Jian left him a blue antique car. In fact, Yang Zhou had learned how to drive this kind of car when he was in the police academy, but Andrew offered to give it to him. Knowing that he had something to say, Yang Zhou agreed.

"I'm the only one left in that family." D3 followed them to the lawn, sounding extremely depressed, "Andrew, can you come back earlier?"

Andrew glanced at Yangzhou, and read a teasing smile on his commander's face.His emotion processing system is indeed not advanced, I don't know why Yang Zhou made such an expression.

D3 was still looking up at him, waiting for his answer, Andrew thought for a while and said, "Okay."