Chapter 72 A Strange and Familiar Relationship
Han Yun and Yu Miaomiao waited outside the box for a while, and then the people from the serious case team came over and handcuffed Zheng Zicai directly. Zheng Zicai was still drunk at this time, and he mumbled "I won't go home, keep drinking, come on, keep drinking."
Following the colleagues from the Serious Crime Unit out of Haoye KTV, Yu Miaomiao looked at the text message and said to Han Yun after getting in the car: "Team Leader Li has caught Wang Chengcheng, do you want to come back to the police station with me?"
"No." Han Yun shook his head and said tiredly, "Take me back to the apartment first."
Yu Miaomiao started the car and drove away from Haoye. Half an hour later, he parked the car downstairs of the apartment building. It was almost midnight. Han Yun got off the car and took the elevator upstairs. As soon as he got upstairs, he found his father squatting next to the door with his head down, as if he was waiting to fall asleep. Han Yun paused, then walked over. When he got to his father, his father heard the voice and looked up. Seeing that it was Han Yun, he stood up and said, "Why are you so busy so late?"
"Yes, I'm assisting the police in investigating a case." Han Yun took out the key, opened the door, and let his father in.
After entering the house, the father looked around the living room, then looked at Han Yun and asked, "I haven't come to see you since you moved out. Are you used to everything?"
"It's OK, I've adapted to it." Han Yun asked his father to sit on the sofa, and then went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water. In fact, his parents should be the closest people to him in this world, but since he woke up, his memories of his parents have always been fragmented, so when Han Yun saw his parents, it was like seeing strangers. He couldn't pretend to be very familiar, but he couldn't be too cold. This balance made Han Yun crazy for a while, and this was also the main reason why he wanted to move out and live alone.
After boiling the water and pouring a cup, Han Yun came out and placed it in front of his father. He also sat on the sofa and asked, "Is mother okay?"
"It's still the same, sometimes better and sometimes worse. When it's better, I remember everything, but when it's an attack, I even forget who I am." The father looked at Han Yun tenderly with a smile on his face: "You seem to have lost a lot of weight, you must eat on time."
"Maybe it's because I've been very busy these two days. Don't worry, you don't have to worry about me." Han Yun felt a little awkward when he said this.
"Your mother insisted that I come here this time. I took her shopping a few days ago and she bought you a set of clothes." After saying this, the father looked around, slapped his forehead, stood up and walked out, saying, "Look at my memory. I forgot to take it when I got up just now." He opened the door, looked outside, then bent down to pick up the bag on the ground and walked in, handing the bag to Han Yun : "I don't know if it's suitable."
"Thank you." Han Yun took the bag, took out the clothes inside and looked at them.
Since waking up and losing some of his memories, his parents have tried their best to get back to know Han Yun. Han Yun is not a cold-hearted person, he can naturally feel his parents' love, and it is love from the heart. He is often warmed by some of his parents' actions. He also tries to open his heart to his parents, but it seems that he just can't do it. That sense of strangeness always exists in this family and cannot be ignored.
"Put it on and see if it fits." A kind smile appeared on my father's face.
Han Yun stood up, took his clothes and went to the bathroom, changed in the bathroom and came out. His father came forward, helped Han Yun to tidy up, then took two steps back and said with satisfaction: "It fits well, very handsome."
"Yes, it's the right size." Han Yun raised his arm and said to his father, "It's getting late. You can stay here tonight."
"No, I have to go back soon. I'm worried about your mother being alone at home." The father sat back on the sofa, took a sip of water from the cup, then took out a card from his pocket, put it on the coffee table and said, "Son, here are tens of thousands of dollars, take it."
Han Yun stared at the bank card and suddenly felt his nose sore. He felt like crying, but he held it back. He coughed lightly, picked up the card, reached out to grab his father's hand, handed the bank card back and said, "I have money here. The royalties from filming are quite a lot. It's enough for me to spend for a while. You can take this money back."
"Kid, if you have enough money to spend, just save it. Why are you being so polite to your dad?" The father handed it back.
"We are being polite by passing the card back and forth like this. " Han Yun smiled and put the card directly into his father's pocket, then said, "I have been filming a movie and helping the police investigate a case recently, so I haven't been back to see you and mother. I will go back to see you when I am done with this."
"Okay, then call me in advance and I'll make your favorite braised pork ribs." My father took another sip from the water cup, then stood up and said, "I should go now. You should get some rest ."
Han Yun did not try to persuade him to stay. He walked his father to the door and waited until his father got on the elevator before he returned to the room. Braised spareribs... Perhaps this was a dish that Han Yun had always liked before he fell into a coma, but since he woke up, he rarely ate meat, and every time he ate it, he always felt uncomfortable . In fact, since he woke up, Han Yun no longer liked all the things his parents said he used to like.
Including the clothes he was wearing at this moment, although the size was suitable, he didn't like this relatively slim fit. Han Yun walked into the bedroom, took off his clothes, folded them and put them in the closet, changed into pajamas, and then came to the studio, picked up the chalk, and wrote Qian Feng's name on it, and wrote Wang Cheng, Zhang Shuang, Zheng Zicai, Li Xu and others around his name.
After connecting the relationships between the several people, he stared at the blackboard for a long time before leaving the studio and returning to the bedroom. Tonight, he also slept in the space between the bed and the wall. Perhaps he was too tired from last night until now, and he fell asleep not long after lying down.
In my dream tonight, Qin Xiang was hiding behind a teaching building, holding a baseball bat in his hand. The moon was round and hanging in the sky, and there were stars in the sky. Qin Xiang waited for a long time, then raised his hand to check the electronic watch on his wrist. It was 10 o'clock. The lights in the boys' dormitory in the distance were still on. The students living on campus had to go to evening self-study, which lasted until 9 o'clock. The lights in the dormitory would be turned off at 11 o'clock and the dormitory would be closed.
He saw a person walking out of the dormitory building. Although he was far away and couldn't see clearly, he knew clearly that at this time, it could only be the boy who molested the girls in his class and blocked him in the alley and slapped him.
Yes, this afternoon, Qin Xiang imitated the tone of a girl in the same class and wrote a letter to the boy, asking him to meet behind the teaching building at 10:30. This letter was undoubtedly a fresh and exciting attempt for a high school boy. The boy really walked towards the teaching building. He seemed to be afraid of being discovered by the security guards, so he did not walk across the playground in a swagger, but walked along the edge of the playground, avoiding the street lights and choosing a dark place to walk over.
