Kidney master

Back home at ten o'clock in the evening.

Ji Yi'an suffered a lot from injuries, even with such a long slit on his shoulder, he still walks like flying, without any sign of injury at all.

"Did the stitched wound on your shoulder open?" Song Chu wondered.

"No ah."

She raised her eyebrows slightly: "It was so intense in the car just now, I thought it would be involved."

Ji Yi'an let out a "sneer", his dark eyes lowered and glanced over her face, deliberately provoking her: "Is this so intense? You haven't done anything yet."

"Really." Song Chu didn't want to be outdone, looked at him with frowned eyebrows, his eyebrows softened, and he looked extraordinarily obedient, the obedient Ji Yi'an trembled in his heart.

It's a pity that what Song Chu did was not so obedient...

She raised her right hand and put her fingers between her nose. Her movements were normal, but her expression was too playful. Ji Yi'an froze for a moment and realized what she was doing.

Ji Yi'an only felt that the blood was rushing to his head.

He grabbed Song Chu's wrist and took her hand away from under her nose: "Go and wash your hands!"

"What to wash?" Song Chu gave him a coquettish look, and said with a smile, "The lemon-flavored shower gel that Captain Ji uses? It smells good."

"..."

Ji Yi'an had no choice but to slap the man on the back of the head lightly: "Little bastard, I'm shameless, but your captain is shameless to me."

Song Chu took advantage, smiled and withdrew his hands: "I'll take a bath first, and I'll show you the wound later."

"No, it's really fine." Ji Yi'an said.

Song Chu looked at him and didn't move.

Ji Yi'an sighed: "OK, look!"

***

After Song Chu went into the bedroom to take a shower, Ji Yi'an closed the living room window, and took out a stick-shaped detector from the closet. The red light was on at the top. He probed around the corners of the room, but there was no sound, so he took it away.

Every time he came back from outside, Ji Yi'an would check it again.

The security of the residence here is not high, just in case someone suspects that they secretly installed some bugs.

After doing all this, Ji Yi'an took out his mobile phone and sent Xiao Yan a video connection.

Xiao Yan quickly connected.

"The season team."

"Well, how much did Chen Yugu say?" He asked straight to the point.

"After two days of trial, I only said that I did get the 'Blue Sun' through the earthworm, and the earthworm agreed to take a look at the structure of the underground casino before agreeing to deliver it, and cooperated only after agreeing with the safety."

Ji Yi'an was puzzled: "Security? Song Chu and I discovered the clue as soon as we broke in at that time. The security is too low."

Xiao Yan: "The first time it started was three months ago. Chen Yugu said that at that time everything was strictly guarded. There was a circle of secret passages around the underground casino. Once someone broke into it, they would be found, and the people inside could immediately leave the community. Leave over there."

Ji Yi'an calmed down a bit, this kind of statement is acceptable.

As long as there are people in the passage outside for a week, it is impossible to be caught off guard, and the people inside have every chance to escape.

"Didn't Chen Yugu explain the transportation route of 'Blue Sun'?"

Xiao Yan: "I've been asking this question for two days, and I've tried every means, including the fraudulent confession, but I can't find out at all. I don't think his reaction seems fake. It should be that he really doesn't know."

Ji Yi'an asked: "Then where did he get 'Blue Sun' from?"

"He said that he didn't pick it up in person. Someone sent it to him. It was from the earthworm side. The price of 'Blue Sun' was high and addictive, so he didn't dare to sell it on a large scale. He only sold it in fixed groups, such as VIP members. The demand is not particularly large, Chen Yugu said that this person only comes every two months, and he should be in the Golden Triangle area at ordinary times."

"Is there a picture?"

"No, wearing a mask and a hat, the portrait is not very meaningful. I know that he is around 175, with a normal body shape and single eyelids."

Ji Yi'an recalled that among those people he met tonight, there seemed to be a man who met the requirements.

"Okay." He nodded, "In this case, I may have an investigation direction here. Besides, I just came into contact with earthworms tonight."

Xiao Yan's pupils shrank slightly, and he hurriedly asked, "How is it?"

"We got to know each other. They are very cautious, and we haven't negotiated the supply of goods, but we can be sure that the 'Blue Sun' is indeed going by water. Strengthen inspections at all ports."

"I know, but the earthworms already know about the investigation of 'Blue Sun' in Yunnan, and they probably won't be taking any more risks in a short time. What's your plan, Team Season?"

"Continue to follow up on the transportation line of 'Blue Sun' in the hands of the earthworm. It is impossible to only circulate in China. This matter cannot be rushed. Fortunately, the circulation in the eastern region has not yet spread, and you should pay attention to safety there."

Xiao Yan responded.

Ji Yi'an scratched his eyebrows, leaned back on the sofa, the sound of water in Song Chu's room could be heard from the poorly sound-insulated walls, and then stopped abruptly.

He asked again, "Is everything okay in the bureau?"

"Very good." Xiao Yan said, then paused again, "It's Cen Han, weird..."

"What's up with her?"

Xiao Yan pursed his lips: "Looks like she's broken in love, Team Ji... Are you rejecting her head-on?"

Ji Yi'an: "..."

Eternal injustice.

On the side, the door opened with a click, Song Chu came out in pajamas, Ji Yi'an quickly turned the camera of the phone at an angle, and looked towards Song Chu.

Her hair was still wet, with a bath towel draped over her shoulders, she answered Xiao Yan's question: "I rejected it for your captain."

Ji Yi'an: "..."

Xiao Yan: "...Who, who?"

Ji Yi'an: "Early Song Dynasty."

Xiao Yan's eyes widened immediately: "You guys!"

Ji Yi'an sighed: "We're not together."

Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: Their captain is indeed that good captain who distinguishes between public and private.

Ji Yi'an finished the second half of the sentence: "I am chasing her."

Xiao Yan: "..."

***

Hang up the video call.

"When did you tell Cen Han?" Ji Yian pulled Song Chu to the sofa and sat down.

Song Chu tugged at the hem of his clothes: "Take off your clothes, and I'll show you the wound."

Ji Yi'an reluctantly hooked his lips, picked up his collar and took off his clothes.

Song Chu leaned closer to his back, the wound on it was grim, with blood oozing out, and spots of subcutaneous bleeding around him formed a purple dot.

While watching, she answered his question: "When I went back to Shan State last time, she asked me if you liked me, and I said yes."

Song Chu's answer was simple and crisp, she never hated Cen Han, and also respected Cen Han's liking for Ji Yi'an, single men and women, liking a little is only normal.

Ji Yi'an didn't ask any further questions, and turned his head to look at Song Chu: "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Song Chu sat up straight, "When will the stitches be removed?"

"Next week."

"Then I'll go with you then." Song Chu paused, "By the way, are you going home during the Chinese New Year?"

Ji Yi'an: "I guess I won't be able to go back, the things here won't end so soon."

As expected, Song Chu nodded and smiled: "I'm going home for the Chinese New Year. I haven't been home for the Chinese New Year in several years. I'm going to visit my dad."

Ji Yi'an smiled and said, "Didn't your father ask you to take your boyfriend back to have a look?"

Song Chu smiled without saying a word.

If you really take it back, I'm afraid both of them will be shocked.

***

For the next five days, Ji Yi'an arranged for informants to continue to know the whereabouts of the earthworms, and at the same time, he continued to promote the cooperative relationship with the earthworms, and all the control was carried out quietly.

And Song Chu still went to the bar to report every night, living a life that didn't seem to have changed.

On the evening of the sixth day, the stitches were removed from the wound on Ji Yian's back, and the wound has basically healed, leaving a deep red scar.

Song Chu liked to touch that scar very much. Sometimes when they were walking side by side, she would fall behind and lightly touch that spot with her fingers through the clothes.

"Why do you keep touching there?" Ji Yi'an thought it was funny, and held Song Chu's hand in his palm.

"I think it's not worth it. You will leave scars on your body, but I won't. Then you should cut me off." Song Chu said.

Ji Yi'an smiled: "I don't care if I leave a scar or not."

"I care."

Ji Yi'an licked his lips and smiled: "That's worth it, just a scar for you to care about."

Song Chu was amused by him: "Captain Ji, why didn't I realize that you are so good at talking before?"

"If you meet the strong, you will be strong." Ji Yian glanced at her.

There was a slight smile in Song Chu's eyes: "By the way, I'll go see Uncle Guoli in a few days, so don't go with me, lest the two of us grow old and be suspected."

"Well, do you have something to do with Brother Guoli?" Ji Yian tilted his head.

"No, I just went to see him." Song Chu always thought of the way Zheng Guoli looked at her recently, "It's very pitiful, I can feel that he regards me as his daughter, anyway, I'm idle every day, so I go to talk to him lets chat."

"Okay, stay safe."

Ji Yian patted Song Chu's hair lightly, his heart softened into an ocean.

The two bought a bottle of water and came out of the convenience store.

Ji Yian's cell phone rang suddenly, and Song Chu took the mineral water for him.

"Squad Season, there's something new about the earthworm..."

Song Chu saw Ji Yi'an's complexion sinking a little bit, and knew that he had made real and substantial progress. He waited until he hung up the phone before asking: "Your informant?"

"Well, a new batch of goods has arrived at Earthworm, it's the 'Blue Sun', and it's estimated that there will be action soon."

Song Chu asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Snatch the right to sell that batch of goods."

"need me……"

Ji Yi'an smiled and interrupted her: "No need, you go to Brother Guoli and stay there, I'm here."

Song Chu frowned, but he also knew that Ji Yi'an might be distracted from taking care of her if he went, just like last time, so he didn't ask again.

"it is good."

***

Two days later, Song Chu boarded the bus to Shan State alone.

She told Zheng Guoli in advance that she was coming, and when he arrived downstairs in the restaurant, he was already waiting.

"Girl, here we come!" Zheng Guoli was very happy to see her.

"Uncle Guoli." Song Chu hugged him.

"Come on, I've prepared all the meals, let's go up and eat."

The two walked up to the second floor together. As soon as the door opened, there was a tangy aroma of vegetables, all the flavors of home, such as braised pork, fish with pickled vegetables, three delicacies soup, and lettuce with mashed garlic.

"Is there no one in the store today?" Song Chu asked.

"Why don't you come here? I'm closed for business today."

Song Chu smiled, opened the chair and sat down, the table in front of him was full of delicious food: "You made these dishes yourself?"

"Yes."

"You can teach me when you have time some other day." Song Chu smiled, "I still don't know how to do anything."

"Okay, come to Uncle when you are free, I will definitely teach you!"

Zheng Guoli smiled until the corners of his eyes were wrinkled. He has been a good-natured cook here all these years, and he has smoothed out his sharp edges in the early years. Now he looks like a very kind uncle.

"Eat quickly, eat quickly." Zheng Guoli put a few chopsticks in Song Chu's bowl, "By the way, your dad has been okay all these years."

Song Chu actually didn't know what happened to his father: "It's good, I haven't been back for a long time."

"Go back for the new year?"

"Back."

"Hey, it hasn't been easy for your dad these years. He spent the first half of his life at the front line, and now he is a little more stable as a minister. But in recent years, drug dealers have become more and more rampant, and he can't stop worrying about it."

Song Chu said lightly, "Yes, I didn't see him often when I was young."

"At that time."

Zheng Guoli's thoughts drifted away. After traveling through more than twenty years, there was a little tenderness in his eyes.

"Your dad bought you a pink hairpin with a bow when you were a child. You probably don't remember it. It's been a long time since you were a child."

"remember."

Song Chu said without much recollection that there were only a handful of gifts that Song Cheng had given her, and the issuing card was one of them.

Soon after that, Song Chu was sent to the master, and she also took away the pink hairpin, and wore it for several years. Later, Chen Chen disappeared, the master disappeared, and Song Chu was sent to England again.

The pink hairpin had been lost by her for a long time during the journey across the mountains and across the sea.

"That night when your dad and I finished our mission, we drank some wine and ate some barbecue together, and picked it for you at a small stall."

Song Chu listened quietly.

"I remember that he wanted to choose a black one, and I said that there is no little girl wearing black. Your father said that his girl is so beautiful, and she can look good in any color."

Song Chu gave a low "um", she was very unfamiliar with this story, and she was also very unfamiliar with such a father.

But when she wanted to recall what her father was like in her heart, she suddenly found that the image of her father in her heart was blurred.

"But he ended up picking the pink one."

"Your father's hands-on ability is not as good as mine. He can't cook, and he can't even comb his daughter's hair. I asked for advice. I practiced for a long time with the fur of the drug-sniffing dog on our team."

Song Chu: "..."

It sounds like it's not worth moving.

But the dusty memories of the beginning of the Song Dynasty were so long that she thought she had forgotten them long ago, but at this moment she saw a glimmer of light, and the wind blew away all the heavy dust.

She remembered that after her father gave her the pink hairpin, it seemed that he really wanted to comb her hair.

But his hands were big and rough, and he didn't know how hard he used them. Song Chu was pulled back and his head kept kicking back. In the end, he didn't succeed, with crooked braids, and several bunches fell out.

Song Cheng wanted to comb her again, but Song Chu was not happy, so he jumped off the chair and never let him touch his head again.

It can be seen that if you use the hair of a drug detection dog as your daughter's hair in practice, you will encounter big setbacks.

Song Chu blinked, chewing the braised pork in small bites, with no expression on his face.

It's like being born without a nerve emotionally, so you can't feel any waves.

"You also know how to comb long hair." Song Chu said casually.

Zheng Guoli fell silent.

How could he know how to comb a girl's hair as an anti-narcotics policeman who was fighting and killing outside? It was nothing more than that his wife eagerly wanted to learn it when she was pregnant. He also learned several methods of braiding, thinking that he could change it in the future tricks to coax her daughter.

I don't know if it's because of the oily smoke in the kitchen for a long time, his pupils are a little yellow, like faint bloodshot cobwebs, and his head that is gradually drooping is like a weed that has lost its vitality.

The corners of his eyes were a little red, and his eyes, which had been dry for a long time, seemed unable to cry, but felt hot and uncomfortable.

He was afraid that Song Chu would feel uncomfortable if he told some truths, so the words rolled around his mouth, but he didn't say it in the end.

He just rubbed his face, took a deep breath, and gave a half-suffering smile: "I'm dexterous, so I can learn this quickly."

Song Chu suddenly understood in his smile.

Looking forward to the birth of her daughter with joy, she made all the preparations for her, but when the joy was finally about to bear fruit, all of them were smashed.

She couldn't imagine what Zheng Guoli would be like when he heard the bad news.

"Uncle, actually my dad didn't succeed in combing my hair that time. I can't even look at the messy comb." Song Chu glanced at him, and said in a calm tone, "So if you don't mind, you can comb it for me."

"what?"

Zheng Guoli was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his eyes to see the girl's smooth and shiny long hair. It can be seen that it has been carefully groomed, and it also has a very pleasant scent of shampoo.

He curled his fingers awkwardly, waved his hands and refused: "Don't, my hands smell like oil just after cooking, how can I touch your hair."

"What does it matter?"

Song Chu insisted, and directly pulled off the rubber band on his wrist and handed it over.

Zheng Guoli's eyes fell on the rubber band, and his hands trembled a little when he reached for it.

He stood up and walked behind Song Chu. The little girl's hair was slippery and felt cold between her fingers, which was different from the prickly and hard hair of these men.

Let him go back to more than 20 years ago for a moment.

Because of his efforts to restrain his emotions, Zheng Guoli's shoulders shrugged slightly, his arms were no longer thick and even a little bony, and he looked like a slumped old tree.

Song Chu pursed her lips, she didn't want to touch the wounds in other people's hearts.

She has no intention of peeping, and she doesn't know how to relieve it.

The hair was gently tied up, and Zheng Guoli's fingers were trembling slightly as he smoothed out the hair.

Song Chu pretended not to know, and continued to eat.

Until Zheng Guoli finally sucked in a breath with difficulty, and then exhaled slowly with uncontrollable sobs at the end, he was no longer particularly tall and his back was slightly bent.

Finally finished combing Song Chu's hair, he re-arranged that braid.

Emotions can no longer be unbearable.

He raised his hands tightly to cover his eyes, weeping uncontrollably.