After Those Years of Misery

"Really? Frightened me!" Tong Wenya smiled sadly, "Then you let my father come alive! He is here, aren't you the omnipotent young master? You can call the wind and rain, and let those dogs do it for you All the bad things, you made my father come alive!"

Tong Wenya was heart-piercing, and it was not only her that hurt, but he also hurt.

He stretched out his arms and tried to hug her, but she raised his hand and slapped her mercilessly: "You get out of here! Chun Yuchen, in this life, I don't want to see you in the next life!"

"Let me put on a stick of incense," he said softly.

"If you still have a little conscience, please respect the deceased and get out! Get out!"

"Okay, I'll go." Chun Yuchen stood up, before leaving, took out a mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Tong Wenya: "I threw your mobile phone, and this will pay you."

Tong Wenya grabbed the phone and slammed it on him: "Get out!"

This is not an ordinary mobile phone. He was afraid that she would hate him, so he would throw away the brooch, and then he would not be able to track her. If she is in danger, he can't save her.

Chun Yuchen got up sadly, before walking to the door of the mourning hall, he heard Tong Wenya say coldly: "Wait, Young Master Chunyu, I forgot to tell you one thing. I want to marry Song Chengsi, don't you want to Come to destroy? Let the horse come here, but this time, I won't be afraid of you anymore. At most, we will be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks. Anyway, if you die, you can't let us separate."

Chun Yuchen's heart suffocated, his fists gradually closed, and finally he said very lightly, "Send your father well first, Tong Wenya."

I won't let you go, I know you like me, and I will let you know that even if your father's death is separated from us, you still love me and can't forget me.

After Chun Yuchen left, Tong Wenya picked up the wine glass again. Before pouring the wine, the wine bottle was gripped by a big, distinct hand.

"Stop drinking, your father wouldn't want to see you drunk as drunk." It turned out that it was Nangong Zhe, Tong Wenya put down his glass sullenly, "Are you here?" she asked softly.

"I have been here for a while, Tong Wenya, in fact, you really can't blame Chun Yuchen for your father's death. No one is a prophet, and some consequences are simply impossible to predict."

"Yes, don't blame him, blame myself."

"Don't blame you."

"Is it no blame? Then my father died in vain?"

"No, Director Zheng is the initiator of this incident. I have arranged for someone to investigate him, and he will pay for it."

"So you know everything, thank you, Nangong Zhe, I really appreciate your willingness to help me check Director Zheng." Tong Wenya understands that she can't do it in one or two days if she wants to bring down Director Zheng on her own. Arrived.

"Don't thank me, there is a reason why I have done so much for you..." After a pause, Nangong Zhe stopped talking and stood up again: "I want to give Uncle Tong a stick of incense, can I?"

"Of course, please!" Tong Wenya stood up, took the incense in person, and handed it to Nangong Zhe.

Nangong Zhe bowed respectfully, then lit the incense and inserted it into the incense burner.

"Chief Tong, you are the police officer I admire the most in the Huaihai police. Your mission this time was arranged by the Department of Zheng for a long vacation. Did you know that? You did not back down because in your eyes, criminals were eliminated. Is the most important thing."

Tong Wenya could hear what he meant, but she didn't know in her heart that her father could not work so hard, but he would not be lazy, he had always been so upright.

Nangongzhe stayed with Tong Wenya all night, did not say anything, just sat silently.

Early the next morning, Director Zheng personally came to arrange for Tong Jianping to be cremated and buried.

"I heard that my father was performing a temporary replacement this time, Director Zheng, right?" Tong Wenya deliberately asked him in front of everyone.

Even if she knew that he would quibble, she still had to ask. Even if it knows to ask, it will not help. She has to question her father who has not yet been cremated.

Tong Wenya's participation in the task force should be able to understand this situation, so Director Zheng thought about it in advance.

"Yeah, Wenya. At that time, Pharaoh had a waist injury, and your father is very experienced, so I decided to change the general temporarily. Alas! It's all my fault, I shouldn't do this. If it wasn't for my mistake, Tong The director will not die."

The secretarial secretary next to him immediately said: "Minister, you are wrong to say that. Punishing crimes is the responsibility of every policeman. Chief Tong is our role model. Each of us feels sad for his death, but this is not true. The way."

"Okay!" Tong Wenya interrupted the flattery coldly, "My father hated listening to these lie in his life, you can make his ears quiet and quiet."

The face flushed awkwardly, facing Tong Wenya's coldness, he had to shut up.

In order to seek peace of mind, Director Zheng specially arranged for Tong Jianping's grand funeral. Because his father deserved any honor, Tong Wenya did not refuse.

At the funeral, Director Zheng had just finished his speech, and someone from the discipline inspection department above came up to him and said publicly: "Director Zheng, someone has reported you embezzlement and bribery and abuse of power in your real name. Please cooperate in the investigation."

Last night, Nangong Zhe said that she would help her find Director Zheng, but she didn't expect a result so soon.

Is the father blessed? Tong Wenya's heart finally got a little comfort.

"Master, don't worry, this time the evidence is complete, Director Zheng will definitely go to jail." In the distance, He Wenbo whispered in Chun Yuchen's ear.

"Ok."

"Young Master, even if Director Tong passes away, you have part of the responsibility, you have already made up for it. If you don't show up now, she really wants to marry someone whose surname is Song.

"She can't wait to eat me now when she sees me." Chun Yuchen held her lips bitterly.

"Young Master..." He Wenbo also wanted to persuade, Chun Yuchen raised his hand to stop him: "Just now Chun Yulang called, what's the matter?"

"It's the old lady Chunyu who is ill, and the old man asked you to come back to Australia for a visit."

The time of the illness is so coincidental, Chun Yuchen expressionless, He Wenbo asked softly: "Master, shall we go back or not?"

"Back."

The night is like thick ink that cannot be melted.

Xiao Rou knew that Tong Wenya was unable to take care of the child, so she took the child away. Tong Wenya sat alone in his father's room without turning on the lights, feeling the darkness and loneliness.

"Dad, when we are not coming back, you must be very lonely after work and alone in the room. I should accompany you more. If there is no Corgi, I can always accompany you. Dad, you What do we think about every day? It seems that the two of us, father and daughter, haven’t talked for a long time."

My father has the habit of keeping a diary, and she learned the habit of keeping a diary from his father.

Standing up and turning on the light, Tong Wenya went to his father's drawer and took out his diary.

Tong Wenya read page by page, tears blurting his eyes again unconsciously. Suddenly, she saw the words on page 12: Xiaoya, Dad has a secret in her heart, and she never dared to tell you...