Ming Lang and Yin are the youngest face-looking duo in the police department's special squad. Bright and mature and steady.,Except for a little doting on the new moon.,Usually do things very objectively.,Strong independent judgment.。 Yin is a vampire, has a certain amount of medical knowledge, and also has a good sense of smell and keen observation, and he is a very upright person, whenever he encounters serious problems, he will report the truth, but this good character is a hard injury.

"Recently, some people have reported the problem of salary increase, as a squad leader, I want to explain to you here, because the headquarters is going to introduce new equipment, and the commission problem should be temporarily relieved." The squad leader was a fat man who was very short, but he never got a knot when he spoke, especially when it came to the distribution of money.

Yin leaned back in his chair, his hands turning the white cord through the brim of his hat. The squad leader can only turn a blind eye to him, as long as he doesn't tell the truth.

"Okay, that's the end of our meeting, and I hope you will continue to do the good work."

Yin jumped up from his chair and habitually put his hand in his pocket. Minglang packed up the materials he had just sorted out on the table, and to be honest, he didn't listen to the squad leader's words.

"It's so late, don't go to eat junk food outside, come to my house for dinner." Minglang said.

Yin Gang walked a few steps, turned around and asked Minglang: "What else can you eat besides eating at this point?" ”

"I'm not like you," Minglang stood up, walked up to Yin, patted him on the shoulder, and said proudly, "I have a younger sister." ”

"Don't be sassy, if I turn your little bottle over one day, you will blow your cool breeze on the side."

The moon had climbed to the top of the mountain, stingily leaking a glimmer of light in the bleak night sky.

"I remember your sister is also a new moon."

Minglang drove the car seriously and replied with a yes.

Xinyue doesn't know how to cook, and only agrees with Minglang to go grocery shopping after school, and rarely she goes alone, but fortunately, most of the uncles and aunts in the vegetable market know this cute little bit. From home to kindergarten, there are people along the road who know about the brother and sister, and they are very friendly to them, so Minglang doesn't have to worry about the safety of Little Crescent.

"New moon, new moon." Minglang greeted as he changed his shoes.

Crescent Moon curled up on the couch, apparently asleep. Yin walked over and saw that she was sleeping sweetly, so he stretched out his finger and poked her little cheek, which was hot and soft.

Minglang went to the kitchen to stir-fry, not too tired at all, counting the time, when to let her eat, when to tell her to turn off the TV, when to urge her to brush her teeth and wash her face, and when to go to bed. But he always felt that he was not good enough, and if his mother was still around, the new moon would have been better. When her mother left a year ago, Xinyue cried for a long time, but her father, who was as powerful as Superman in her fantasy, did not come out to see his deceased wife for the last time, and no one knew where he went and when he would come back.

"Little bottle, your name is Crescent." Yin leaned on the edge of the sofa, looking at her quiet eyelashes and pink little face. The guy started to be restless again in the next second, stretched his waist, rolled over, and turned back to continue sleeping. Yin poked her tender palm, and this guy grabbed that finger and didn't let go.

"Haha." She suddenly opened her eyes and laughed silly.

"This little ghost, it turns out that she has woken up," Yin pinched her mischievous little face with his other hand, "Before you sit up, Minglang will quickly finish the meal." ”

Crescent let go of his fingers and opened her arms for him to hug. Yin could only admit it, but made a request: "Don't sneeze at me, otherwise I will never hug you again." ”

"The crescent moon will be obedient." The crescent moon is accustomed to that pitiful little milk voice.

Yin stood up, bent down and took her in his arms, combed her hair again, and straightened her dress. When Minglang was really tired, Yin sighed silently. This annoying little bottle is a little more comfortable in his arms, and he must still be a little sleepy, otherwise he would have rested his little head on his shoulder.

"It's dinner, little bottle," Yin patted her on the back and reminded her that he should let her down, but she put her arm around his neck, "Be good, obedient, don't forget what you told me." The new moon obediently sat down at the dinner table.

Minglang took off her apron, took out the rope from her pocket, and tied her hair up so that she could eat. Seeing her sitting in her seat with her eyes closed and swaying from side to side, she looked so funny that Minglang almost laughed: "I can actually resist my temptation to eat." "Yin has already started eating, although these dishes have no blood nutrition, but it cannot be denied that Minglang's craftsmanship is really good.

Crescent Moon only ate a few bites and shouted, "I can't eat anymore." ”

Minglang hadn't even swallowed her food yet, so she was persuaded to eat more, but Xinyue shrunk down her chair and went upstairs barefoot. Something is wrong with this kid today, Minglang put down his job and went to see the new moon, leaving Yin alone. "Alas, it's really tiring to take care of children, Minglang, for the sake of buddies, I will share some work for you in the future."

The crescent moon outside the window guards the tranquility of the sky alone, unaffected by the various night market activities on Earth right now, because it has long been ignored by humans, except for a few. Yin is one of those who cares about the crescent moon, and sometimes he chooses to perch on a suitable and leafy tree. The leaves only let in a little moonlight, but he could feel that she was beside him.