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    After working at the police station all night, and it was almost time for her shift, Liu Min pressed her temples and stretched quietly.

    The plastic bag at her feet still contained her daughter¡¯s clothes. The bunny ears on the hood were exposed, and she reached out and pushed them back.  She brought this from home the night before because she was worried that Zhao Xishan would catch cold if he stayed at the police station overnight.  Zhao Yichen returned the clothes before taking the little girl back to X City. Liu Min just finished her shift and went home to rest. She didn't get the clothes from her colleagues until last night.

    Liu Min couldn't help but sigh as she remembered the look of the little girl's pitifully thin face covered with tears.

    The sound of slight footsteps was heard. She raised her head and was startled when she saw the face of the person coming.

    "Uh, Captain Zhao" Standing up in a hurry, she almost kicked down the plastic bag at her feet, "Didn't you go back already?"

    The corridor leading to the archives room was very quiet. Zhao Yichen, who was tall and strong but light-footed, suddenly appeared in front of her desk, which naturally frightened her.  He was still wearing the same clothes as the day before yesterday, with one hand in his trouser pocket and his jacket hanging on his arm.  He just nodded to her slightly, and did not explain why he came to Y City again: "I want a copy of Xu Han's death certificate, as well as the names of the police officers who were dispatched and the forensic doctor who made the identification."

    Liu Min was startled, opened her mouth, frowned and looked embarrassed: "You know we can't do this without approval"

    "I'm Zhao Yichen." Zhao Yichen interrupted her.

    "I know, but"

    "It's the family of the deceased." As if he didn't hear her argument, he looked into her eyes calmly, using the shadow cast by the overhead light to cover up the tired look on his face, his lips moving, each word  Smoothly and firmly, "I am here with only this identity."

    At two o'clock in the afternoon, in an old bungalow in the residential area of ??Hedong Coal Washing Plant in Y City, Hou Deping washed the face of his daughter who woke up from her nap, then carried her out of the house and poured the water in the washbasin under the fruit tree in front of the door.  When he turned to go back to the house, his daughter, who was still babbling, lay on his shoulder, suddenly raised her fleshy little arms and mumbled something vaguely.  He turned around and caught a line of sight.

    He was a handsome man. He stopped under the fruit tree. His tall and strong body looked like a wall made of iron. His face was long and narrow but had strong lines. Under the slightly raised thick eyebrows were a pair of deep-set eyes.  .  His left hand hanging by his side was holding a coat, and he was wearing an ordinary sweatshirt and dark trousers.

    Hou Deping recognized that they were police pants.

    "Which one are you looking for?" Seeing the other party looking at him, Hou Deping turned around and asked.

    He spoke the local dialect, but the other party responded in Mandarin with a slight southern accent: "Mr. Hou, I'm looking for you." The sunlight, broken by the dense branches and leaves of the fruit trees, hit his face, and the shadows swayed in the breeze.  His expression blurred, "I am Xu Han's husband, Zhao Yichen."

    Hearing the name "Xu Han", Hou Deping's expression froze.  The daughter hugged his neck and turned her head curiously, her soft hair brushing against his chin, with a slight milky scent from the top of her hair entering his nostrils.

    He calmed down, turned around and motioned to the other party, "Come into the room and talk."

    Zhao Yichen followed him into the house.

    The furnishings in the house are simple, and most of the furniture is second-hand goods. Even the washbasin in Hou Deping's hand has rust spots, which shows that they live in poverty.  He led Zhao Yichen to the sofa in the living room, while he carried his daughter into the kitchen and boiled a pot of boiled water, filled a cup and put it on the coffee table.

    Pulling out a small stool from under the dining table and placing it in front of the coffee table, Hou Deping and Zhao Yichen sat down across the coffee table, held their daughter on his lap and sat firmly, then raised his head to meet Zhao Yichen's gaze, pursed his lips and said, "I don't  I know Miss Xu still has a husband."

    Zhao Yichen took out his mobile phone and pulled up the photo he took of Hu Jiaying's ID card, as well as their marriage certificate and household registration book.

    "For some reasons, she used this false identity for a while and married me." Handing the phone to Hou Deping, he spoke slowly and slowly, "Nine years ago, she was six months pregnant.  At that time, she suddenly disappeared. Two days ago, I got the news and went to Xu¡¯s house to look for her, but I heard that she had passed away for a year. "

    The daughter reached out to pull her hand away, and Hou Deping gently pulled her hand away. He took the phone and looked at a few photos carefully, then handed it back to him and moved his lips: "My condolences."

    Seeing that his face was calm, Zhao Yichen put his phone back in his pocket and explained the purpose of his visit straightforwardly: "I came to you because I have a few questions to ask you. Before that, I want to make a few points clear, so as not to make you think that I  I'm hiding something." He bent down slightly so that his eyes were level with him, and his elbows habitually rested on his thighs.?She started learning to cook when she was six years old, and the first poached egg she cooked was for me.  It was said to be fried, but I ate it very well.  "

    Listening without saying a word, the little girl slowly blinked her eyes.

    Raising his elbows to support his chin, he turned to look at her, his warm hands resting behind her ears: "Dad won't go to work tomorrow. I'll teach you how to fry poached eggs, okay?"

    The little girl looked at him, her eyes a little dull.  He stared into her eyes and waited quietly.

    After a long time, she seemed to react belatedly, and nodded seriously like before.

    The tense string in her mind gradually relaxed, and Zhao Yichen took advantage of the situation and touched her forehead.

    "Then go to bed early." He told her in a low voice, "Tomorrow we will get up early to make breakfast for my aunt, uncle and brother."

    The little girl understood what he said and closed her eyes obediently.

    He started to turn off the bedside table lamp, hugged her thin body curled up into a ball, and closed his eyes in the darkness.

    The child¡¯s breathing is long and short, but it is real and tangible.

    This is the first time in many years that he hopes that Hu Jiaying will not appear in their dreams.

    In his dream with his daughter.

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    From then on, only father and daughter were left.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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