When they arrived at the compound, Tan Zhaohe put Han Dong down and returned to the army first.

Han Dong found the Fu family and knocked on the door.

It was the nanny who came to open the door, and she had never seen Han Dong, so she was a little vigilant while looking puzzled. Jiang Wenrong, who was taking a nap, heard the movement and walked out to take a look.

I haven't seen her for a few months, and she's thinner.

The wrinkles are deep, and the back is slightly curved. He was wearing several layers of clothes, but he was still thin.

Han Dong now has a photo of Jiang Wenrong seven or eight years ago in his mobile phone, and he is already judging the two of them now. Even, compared to a few months ago, they were judged to be two people.

He suddenly felt sour in his heart, and reluctantly called Auntie.

Jiang Wenrong is not in good health, and what impresses Han Dong the most is that the scene where she takes medicine with a cup is almost uninterrupted every day. But people like to laugh, and they love to laugh when they cook and talk. Most of the people in the sixteenth place were afraid of Fu Likang and liked her very much.

But no matter what, seeing from her the kind of decay characteristics that only old people in the old age of the wind candle have, the impact on Han Dong is unimaginable.

"Xiaodong, when did you come?"

Jiang Wenrong helped her glasses and quickened her pace. I looked closer, and asked if I had eaten, whether it was cold or not, what were you doing here

Han Dong didn't dare to let her stand for a long time, helped her sit on the sofa, and replied carefully.

A lot of repetitive words, and I don't have a clue to say it.

Han Dong listened patiently, not slowly.

Jiang Wenrong said and thought of something: "What about your daughter-in-law, I didn't come with you!"

Han Dong remembered that he had promised to bring Xia Meng to see her last time, and scratched his head: "I have something important to do this time, so it's inconvenient to take her." So, I'm going to video with her now, and you can see it. ”

With that, he sent a video invitation, and then connected.

Han Dong held up his mobile phone, helped the two of them introduce, and quietly listened to the chat between two people who had never met before.

Everything, very natural and cozy.

Jiang Wenrong couldn't stop laughing, and when the video hung up, she kept praising Xia Meng for being polite and beautiful

It's just that when I'm older and talk again, I can't help but feel sleepy.

The room was quiet, and Han Dong glanced in the direction of the bedroom from time to time and rubbed his forehead.

He could see that Jiang Wenrong's state was much worse than last time. The way he speaks, he doesn't sound like an ordinary man in his sixties.

Repeat, repeat

She used to be a university professor, but now she has lost all her logic.

The sound of the key turning sounded at the door, and Han Dong raised his head and saw Fu Likang, who was holding a document in his hand, changing his shoes and walking in.

After taking off his gray-black bulky coat and throwing the materials in front of Han Dong, he sat on the other side of the coffee table.

Two men, not so much to say.

Han Dong glanced at him: "My aunt"

Fu Likang said casually: "Recently, I have a little early symptoms of Alzheimer's disease, and my health has not been very good. I have seen many excellent doctors, and family doctors come every day. But you also know that she takes medicine all year round, and at this age, it is too hard to get sick!"

"I didn't plan to find a nanny, but if I can't find it, someone will always have to help cook for her, so as not to worry about going out for a walk. ”

"Don't talk about this, you can take a look at the information. Go to Haicheng's identity. ”

Han Dong opened the document envelope, and inside was a complete set of ID cards, police certificates, household registration books, and identity introductions

His name is still his current name, his place of origin has changed to Shangjing, and his identity is a small policeman named by the Beijing Narcotics Control Bureau. The photo is plausible and similar to him, but it doesn't look like it on closer inspection.

Fu Likang waited, lit a cigarette, and at the same time threw one to Han Dong: "The sniper who assassinated Xiaobai has not been found yet, and there are other people who are worried about it." You've got to get over as soon as possible."

Han Dong resealed the data: "How fast, right away?"

Fu Likang patted him on the shoulder, and suddenly laughed heartily: "I'm still a little unaccustomed to you being like this, suddenly becoming so well-behaved, and I plan to listen to you a lot of complaints." ”

Han Dong's eyes were red: "I don't want to argue with you here." Tomorrow, when Auntie wakes up, I'll go out with her. Tomorrow we will go to Haicheng. ”

"It's fine. Before leaving, inform me that there are a few comrades from the Narcotics Control Bureau who want to come over together and arrange for you to come together. ”

As he spoke, Fu Likang picked up his coat: "I still have a little work, try to finish it early and have dinner together." ”

Han Dong watched him leave, exhaled, and inadvertently rubbed the corners of his eyes.

Before he came here, he was full of resentment. After coming here, I saw Jiang Wenrong and Fu Likang, and all my grievances were dissipated.

I can't figure out what fun there is in the life of this seemingly high-ranking old man.

There are two people, and there are no children, Aunt Jiang Wenrong is sick, and Fu Likang is busy and smiling.

At such an age, apart from his beliefs, Han Dong can't explain where this enthusiasm for work comes from.

In contrast, perhaps people have different aspirations, and there is no way to compare them at all.

However, he no longer has the heart to always sing against Fu Likang. Because no matter how you judge Fu Likang, Han Dong can't resent a person who has devoted his life to his position and has nothing to ask for except work.

Next.

Jiang Wenrong also knew that Han Dong was leaving, even if she was reluctant, she still trembled and sent her downstairs. told him to bring his daughter-in-law with him next time, a pair of hands that almost only had bones left, amazingly powerful.

Tan Zhaohe watched from afar, lit a cigarette, and looked away.

It was half a ring, and when Han Dong opened the car door and sat in, he came back to his senses and started the car.

He didn't speak, drove all the way for more than ten minutes, and stopped at the intersection.

"Dongzi, when there will be a Jinbei car to pick you up, you just have to make a gesture to them. If you go to Haicheng, you can contact your family as little as possible."

"Okay, I know. ”

Han Dong lifted the trunk and took out the luggage and waved his hand.

As the jeep drifted away, he stood still, took out his mobile phone card, and threw it into the sewer next to him with a snap of his fingers.

He understood what Tan Zhaohe meant, in fact, even if he didn't say it, Han Dong knew what to do.

This is to prevent people from finding family members through phone numbers

Because you may be able to change the number to operate, but that's the thing, the more operations, the greater the probability of vulnerabilities. A loophole, just in time, no one can afford the consequences and blows.

As for the excuse, Han Dong lacked the strength to think about it.

Fu Likang said that he would give his father an answer, and his father would give Xia Meng an answer.

It has been decided that there should be no more wandering and hesitation. It's just that there is always a stone pressed in my heart, and it is difficult to move it.

The whistling movement of the body rubbing the wind is from far and near, and the Jinbei car that appears around the corner is very obvious in the remote street.

Han Dong raised his hand and made a gesture common to the police, and the car creaked to a stop in front of him.

In addition to the driver who was driving, there were three other people in the car.

None of them looked like policemen, nor did they have any temperament at all. Tattoos, studs, weird head shapes. Physiognomy or evil qi leaks, or sharp-beaked monkey gills.

At a glance, Han Dong knew what these special anti-narcotics policemen did, because he had also worked in related jobs before.