Rekindle 2003

Chapter 1042 So where is my bastard dad? !

On winter nights in Longyou, the cold wind is as sharp as a knife.

To outsiders, the sight of Qing Yun and Xiao Ya hugging each other tightly seemed as if they were using each other's body temperature to resist the biting cold.

Qing Yun's coat was like a warm shelter, wrapping the two of them tightly. Their breaths intertwined into white mist in the air, which was then blown away by the merciless cold wind in an instant.

In the distance, the security guards looked lonely in the night. They stamped their feet from time to time, trying to dispel the chill rising from the soles of their feet.

December in Longyou is a time of cooling temperatures, with a chilly wind that seems to penetrate even the thickest clothing and pierce the bone marrow.

After this stop, Qing Yun will return to Huating, so she didn't let the other girls come over. Xiao Ya especially liked to be alone at this moment.

Of course, the main reason was that she didn't want to go back to the hotel so early.

Once we get back to the hotel, I'm afraid he will be lying on the bed with me in just a few minutes.

To be honest, she was actually looking forward to the two of them having ecstatic pleasure, but she was also a little scared. After all, they had always done it secretly before, and most of the time they were next door to each other in the middle of the night, so the little kid was a little cautious.

Especially when I was in Jincheng, the eldest sister had hinted to me several times that it was time.

Xiao Ya also understood that this day would come sooner or later.

She is willing too.

But when the time came, she was still a little scared.

It’s not a question of whether there is a membrane or not. She is very clear about this and her membrane is still there.

So she was particularly afraid.

There is indeed a chance of damage during strenuous exercise, but that is only a chance, not a certainty.

But the opposite is proven.

She is thick...

Therefore, she probably suffered more than other girls.

Qing Yun felt Xiao Ya's subtle emotions and he gently stroked her hair.

Emperor Yun, with the soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms, was a little unbearable at first, but when he raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the sculpture of Mother Yellow River, he suddenly realized something.

Combined with the topic we have just been discussing...

He couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Could it be that Sister Xiaoya is missing home?

It seems so.

For several months, Xiao Ya seemed to have never returned to the Northeast.

He gently held her pretty face in his arms, and scratched her apple cheeks with his two thumbs. He said softly, "Once things in Longyou are over, we will go to Shengjing."

Xiao Ya's eyes flashed with doubt. She stared at Qing Yun and asked puzzledly: "Since you have no plans to invest in Northeast China, what are we going to do in Shengjing?"

Qing Yun raised a teasing smile and whispered, "We can go see our parents. Come to think of it, I've never heard you mention them before."

Under his gaze, a hint of complexity flashed in Xiao Ya's eyes.

Emperor Yun didn't urge her, he just lowered his head gently and looked directly into her eyes.

He knew she knew what he wanted to know.

Time passed quietly in the silence between the two.

I don’t know how long it was, but Xiao Ya, who seemed unable to resist his gaze, finally sighed softly, breaking the silence.

Looking at the man's eyes, she flashed a playful look, and said to Qing Yun with a chuckle, "Little brat, let me test your memory. Do you still remember my police number?"

Qing Yun frowned slightly, and a picture flashed quickly through his mind.

He nodded immediately, with a hint of confidence in his tone: "Of course I remember, your police number is Guoan 02XXXX."

He said that as long as he was interested in something, he would remember it.

Hearing Qing Yun's answer, Xiao Ya's lips curled up into a gentle smile, "It seems that your memory is really good."

Her police number had only appeared in front of him once, when she showed her work ID to Cheng Jin, and it was only for a few seconds. She didn't expect that he could remember it so clearly.

Well, this can only mean one thing, that is, he is a pervert who will do anything to pursue girls.

Qing Yun raised his eyebrows proudly and said arrogantly, "Of course, the one standing in front of you has the appearance of the sun and the sky, the figure of the dragon and the phoenix..."

The boasting was ruthlessly blocked by a small hand as white as jade.

Stopping the brat's arrogant and lengthy introduction, Xiao Ya rolled her eyes at him and continued to ask, "Do you still remember Cheng Jin's police number?"

Emperor Yun’s smile froze on his face.

He had indeed seen that number.

However, he would have to be crazy to memorize Cheng Jin’s police number!
Besides...

Qing Yun, who felt somewhat guilty towards that dead teacher, didn't want to think about this name at all.

He frowned and pretended to try hard to remember the number.

After a while, he shook his head honestly, "I can't remember the exact number, I just remember that his number was much bigger than yours, and it started with 5..."

Having said that, Qing Yun suddenly realized something.

His expression changed, and he looked down at Xiao Ya, "You mean, your police number is inherited?"

There are nearly ten million patrol officers in China. Even if we only count the official patrol officers and not the assistant patrol officers, there are still about two million.

Then why are police numbers only 6 digits?

Because this number is combined with the badge, each province has a different badge, each police force is also different, so 6 digits are enough. Cheng Jin's number starts with 5, and Xiao Ya's number starts with 0, there are at least or people in between...

Unless Xiao Ya was born into a national security family.

is it possible?

The only plausible explanation is that Qing Yun doesn't want to see it.

Her alarm was restarted.

It is the inherited warning sign of 'When I grow up, I will become you'.

Xiao Ya was startled by him. There was a hint of surprise in her eyes. She didn't expect Qing Yun to know what the 'inheritance alarm' was.

Qing Yun sighed softly and hugged Xiao Ya tighter, his voice low and gentle,
"I heard about it when I was in middle school. A senior gave up other universities and entered the Chinese Police University. After he started working, he returned to the school to give a report. He talked about this tradition."

There is a tradition in the police force that when a policeman dies in the line of duty, his police number will be sealed as a memorial.

There is only one way to reactivate this sealed police number, and that is inheritance - the children of the sacrificed patrolmen can inherit their police numbers after becoming patrolmen.

The purpose of sealing the police numbers is to remember the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country and the people.

The purpose of restarting the police signal is to pass on their spirit and mission.

Xiao Ya lay quietly on Qing Yun's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her murmuring voice carrying a hint of sadness.

"Little brat, my parents...both left me a police number. This is the only souvenir they left me. I was raised by the National Security Bureau."

Qing Yun felt sad when he heard Xiao Ya's words. He gently stroked Xiao Ya's back and whispered to her,

"My parents must be very proud of you because you successfully found someone like me who has both the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix..."

Sister Xiaoya withdrew her hand expressionlessly, then stretched out her other hand and rolled the bastard in front of her into a pig's head.

Although she knew he was just trying to make her happy, but...

So annoying!

According to the normal situation in a TV drama, shouldn't he hold her and comfort her with soft words, and then cry to vent his emotions and sublimate their feelings? !

She had already expressed her emotions to the fullest and was ready to cry her heart out, but she didn't expect this bastard to do this to her, forcing her to hold back all her tears.

Although there was still no expression on her face, her actions revealed a strong sense of dissatisfaction.

Xiao Ya increasingly agreed with what the eldest wife's sister said.

This bitch can never be serious for more than three seconds!
But soon, her retaliatory kneading turned into a gentle touch, and her fingers danced lightly on Qingyun's cheek.

"You, really!" Xiao Ya muttered softly, and the strength in her hands was neither too light nor too heavy, enough to make Qing Yun feel the helplessness of being loved.

Qing Yun's face was somewhat deformed by her kneading, but he did not resist. Instead, he enjoyed this intimate "torture".

After a while, Xiao Ya seemed to have vented enough, her movements gradually slowed down, and finally stopped.

She snuggled in Qingyun's arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, feeling the warmth coming from him, and the uneasiness and irritability in her heart slowly dissipated.

Her parents died too early, and there was actually no sadness in her heart anymore, only longing.

After a long while, she asked softly, "Little brat...think about your own police number again."

Emperor Yun, who had originally planned to carry Sister Xiaoya back to the hotel to comfort herself, froze as if struck by lightning upon hearing this.

Xiao Ya knew that he understood, so she hugged him tightly, hoping to give him some comfort.

Emperor Yun's expression changed drastically.

After a while, he swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice: "Mine is smaller than yours..."

Xiao Ya raised her head and said with a serious face, "Qingyun, what you inherited is your mother's."

Since the little brat already knows about the inherited police number, he will find out one day.

So Xiao Ya decided to break the window paper, which was better than the suspicion and sadness he would feel when he discovered it alone.

"Your mother is the same as me. Not long after you were born, she died to protect your father. Your father is a great..."

Qing Yun sneered at this time and interrupted her, his face full of sarcasm, "Great...scientist? A physicist?"

As we all know, all the men who study physics are scumbags. Does that mean I already have a stepmother?

There was a lot of sarcasm in his tone, as if he was laughing at a ridiculous joke.

Seeing that he had guessed it, Xiao Ya was not surprised.

After all, this guy is a genius and his brain is full of evil ideas.

As for this attitude that could strike you as thunderbolt...

She also knew the reason.

Xiao Ya nodded, then shook her head, straightened his collar, sighed, and said softly,

"Your father is a chemist."

Qing Yun's mouth curled up into a cold smile, his voice full of self-mockery, "Hey, it seems that I really did inherit his talent."

No wonder!
He laughed continuously, looking very crazy, so Xiao Ya could only hug him tightly.

But in a flash, Qing Yun suddenly became excited, his voice rose an octave, almost like a roar.

"So where's my asshole dad?! My mom's dead, where is he?!"

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(End of this chapter)