In the afternoon, there were not many customers in Hongwei's Internet café, and a group of thugs sat on the sofa in the hall and bragged.

"I heard that there was an accident with the begonia flower the day before yesterday, and my brother didn't go to the bath, and they were all police C. A thug with a cigarette in his mouth said.

"What's the matter?"

"Begonia flowers are Brother Dabin's field, who dares to make trouble there?"

"Hehe, although Brother Dabin is good, he is not invincible. There is always someone ahead of you on the road of. The little thug with a cigarette had a light expression on his face, "Someone fell in love with a massage girl the morning before yesterday, and that little sister didn't do that, that person beat her up and forced her in the private room! Later, the little sister looked for Brother Dabin, but I don't know why Brother Dabin didn't care, and scolded her. The little sister couldn't think about it for a while, so she committed suicide by drinking sleeping pills, and died in the dormitory on the second floor of Begonia Flower. The technicians were so scared that they all ran away......"

Everyone suddenly started yelling.

Some people say that if they dare to do this kind of thing in Begonia Flower, there must be other cases on that ruthless person, and there are not many of them.

Some said that even Brother Dabin didn't dare to care, and most of that person was an outlaw. The six alleys are going to be too peaceful again.

Others said that the little sister's death was too unjust, and sooner or later she would have to be taken on someone in that kind of place, so what could she not think of? It is better to ask for more money.

As he was talking, a string of wind chimes rang at the door, and two uniformed policemen walked in.

The policeman who walked in front was about fifty years old, with a national face, and there was a majesty of a superior between Gu Pan. With a sweep of his eyes, the thug immediately stopped talking. The young policeman next to the uncle was holding a bag of documents in his hand.

Fan Wenhong, who was listening to the gossip of the gangsters in the cash register, raised his eyes and saw the old policeman, as if he saw an enemy, raised his eyebrows, and said with a stalk around his neck, "What are you doing here?"

"Be informed. Fan Yonghao glanced at his son, sighed in his heart, and said in a businesslike tone, "Are you the boss here?"

Fan Wenhong sneered, "Otherwise, it's still you?"

The young police officer's name is Xu Meng, who was picked up by Fan Yonghao, and he knew that the relationship between the two was not harmonious, so he hurriedly handed over a photo, "Wen Hong, have you seen this person?"

Fan Wenhong glanced at it and said lazily, "Brother Xu, the guests of my Internet café are not one hundred but eighty, I haven't seen it, and I don't remember it even if I have seen it." ”

Fan Yonghao snorted coldly and walked into the hall to check the situation.

Xu Meng saw him walking away and smacked his mouth, "Wen Hong, it's not that the brother said you." You're in your twenties, can you talk to your dad like that?"

Not to be outdone, Fan Wenhong sneered, "Then you have to ask him first, is he such a father?"

Xu Meng followed Fan Yonghao after graduating from the police academy, and he had a deep friendship with birth and death for more than ten years, hearing Fan Wenhong say such words, his heart was on fire, and his eyebrows were raised, "What's the matter? Your father raised you in your twenties, and you ate it when it was short? Why are you not worthy of being your father? You can sit here without your father putting his head on his trouser belt and playing with his life?"

Fan Wenhong was furious and stood up suddenly, "Oh! I can be my father by eating and drinking? He is a good father by eating and drinking?" His cheek muscles trembled, "You ask him, has he ever spent a Sunday with me since he was a child? Since I was in high school, has he ever eaten at the same table with me? I fought outside, even if I knelt on the ground and called grandpa, I never begged him! I don't owe him anything! I did this shop with my own ability!"

Xu Meng wanted to say more, Fan Yonghao came out of the hall and said lightly, "It's useless to talk less, take it!" said and pushed the door out.

Xu Meng put away the photo, stretched out his hand to point at Fan Wenhong, and said sadly, "You! There are more than 20 people, and your ideas are so naïve!" He pointed to his police badge, "Someone has to do this job, right? No one has arrested the bad guy, will he go to prison by himself? Your father has been a policeman for more than 30 years, and when he is older, he talks about maintaining law and order and letting the people live with peace of mind, and when he is smaller, isn't it also for you? Why can't you understand when you are a son? When you meet, you don't even call your father, Wenhong, you touch your conscience and say, is this right?"

Fan Wenhong has been estranged from his father since he was a child, and he rarely experiences fatherly love. Lacking family nourishment, he is like an insecure beast, that is, he can't feel the kindness of the people around him, and he doesn't know how to express his feelings. Until he met Chen Tao and opened this Internet café. He gradually liberated himself from the anxiety and confrontation, and in the middle of the night he remembered that he was twenty-six years old, and it was time to have a long talk with his father, but the inertia of the people's hearts was too deep, and the father and son who had been estranged for a long time, how could it be so easy to say? At this time, listening to Xu Meng's words, he also felt a little self-blame in his heart, but he still said hardly, "If you want to say sorry, he is sorry for me, but not me who is sorry for him!"

After saying this, Fan Wenhong's eyes were also a little moist. He turned his head to look out the door, in the evening in the small northern town, the vendor with a cart was crossing the street, there seemed to be a faint fog floating in the cold air, the snow on both sides of the entrance of the Internet café had not yet melted, and his father was standing in the snow, looking into the distance with his hands behind his back, leaving him with a back as deep as a mountain.

"Or ...... Wait. Fan Wenhong rubbed his eyes and thought.

A black shadow slowly leaned over, it was a man wearing a black jacket and a baseball cap pressed very low, he seemed to pass behind Fan Yonghao, walked over step by step, and suddenly pounced, a sharp dagger stabbed into Fan Yonghao's waist, followed by the withdrawal of the knife, a knife stabbed into the back of the heart, twisted the knife handle and turned around, pulled out suddenly, blood splashed, a little blood dripping on the snow, Fan Yonghao's body fell down. The man in black dropped his knife and ran away.

It all happened so suddenly. When Fan Wenhong raised his eyes again, his father had fallen in a pool of blood, his head buzzed, and all the sounds disappeared at once.

He watched Xu Meng's forehead bulge, shouted something at himself, and then slammed the door and went out.

He snapped back to his senses and rushed out.

The two of them squatted down and turned Fan Yonghao's body sideways, Fan Wenhong hugged his father's head, and shouted, "Dad, Dad, wake up, Dad!"

Fan Yonghao's eyes were closed, his lips trembled slightly, as if he had something to say but couldn't say it.

Fan Wenhong's hands trembled violently, he lowered his head and put his ears on his father's mouth, and heard an extremely faint voice,

"Son...... Son, right...... I'm sorry I ......."

The sound stopped abruptly.