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"At that time, we tracked down the murderer of a serial homicide, your grandfather and your aunt Qinghe, and the director of the Qingmu police station. I and other people ambushed outside the city. I don't know where it was exposed. The murderer suddenly took out his gun and aimed at your grandfather. In order to protect your grandfather, your aunt Qinghe rushed to grab the gun with the gangster. As a result, the gangster's gun went off and your aunt Qinghe was shot. Your grandfather was seriously injured and hospitalized in that accident

Fu Ting slowly told Fu Jiyao and Fu QingHan the story of the past. Both children were fascinated.

"My other teammates and I rushed to subdue the gangsters and rushed both of them to the hospital. Your aunt Qinghe died because the bullet pierced her body and lost too much blood. Although your grandfather was rescued, he could no longer do strenuous exercise and was forced to change her career. "

Under the trees outside the window, there are insects that are the first to wake up in the night.

"After the funeral of your aunt Qinghe, her husband was admitted to the hospital because of his extreme grief. Jing Yi was taken by his grandparents to take care of his father in the hospital. After his father was well, their family moved away from here, saying that uncle Liang could not accept the fact that your aunt Qinghe died. The psychologist suggested that he should change his environment and let him walk out of his grief Come on

Later, the two families gradually lost contact.

"It's like it happened yesterday when I think about these things now."

Fu Ting laughed and put away the gift box sent by Liang Jingyi.

Fu QingHan sighed, as if he was lamenting the change of things and people, and lamenting the impermanence of the world.

But Fu Jiyao knows that Fu Ting is hiding something.

After that case, Fu Ting had the emotion of PTSD because he witnessed his father and his teammates fall in a pool of blood. Liang Weixin and Ji Panpan lived in grief because of Ji Qinghe's death. After being infected by their two emotions, Fu Ting had no way to deal with criminal cases for a long time.

He adjusted for a year, from criminal investigation team to public security branch, from criminal police to public security police inspector.

It was not until a few years ago that he took the initiative to apply for retirement and took over the class of Fu Jiyao's grandfather to deal with the business left by his grandfather.

Fu Jiyao's grandfather was also old and began to travel abroad with his grandmother.

He never told Fu Jiyao about Fu Ting's case. When Fu Jiyao applied for the police academy, he asked Fu Jiyao to report to the public security police instead of the criminal police.

This matter or Fu Jiyao later into the Qingmu police station after the formal probation, from the director there heard.

The topic seemed too heavy for all three to speak.

Until Fu Ting put away the gift box and sat back on the table again, talking about Fu Jiyao and Liang Jingyi when they were children.

"You two were really like brothers when you were young," Fu Ting's eyebrows and eyes became much softer when they were children. "Ji Yao, you were a child king when you were a child. You were lively and active. You didn't change at all. People go to kindergarten crying the first day. Just you, the younger brother Jingyi who leads you to cry, doesn't look back and pays homage to us. He hugs his brother and comforts him not to cry. "

Fu Ting seemed to think of something funny. He scooped soup into the bowl and laughed. "On the first day of kindergarten, you played with ashes. Your mother thought you were beaten when she went to pick you up. As a result, your clean brother Jingyi said calmly that it was you who played with yourself. Your mother came back that day and imitated the two of you