The next morning, the warm sunshine woke up our little crescent. It was time to face the door, and she found a key in a corner and walked barefoot to the bright door. She exhaled, looked down at the unfamiliar key, and then looked up at the cylinder.

"Mom's favorite cactus is still in it, and my brother said that if he forgets it, he will tell me to take care of it." She muttered. So she gently put the key into the keyhole.

Her heart began to beat faster, and the moment she gently pushed the door open, she felt very lost, because Ming Lang was not inside. But she could only hold back her tears and muster up the courage to walk in.

There were still bright models and blueprints on the table, and he would sit down to sketch his drawings whenever he had time, and she often said that he would be a good painter but he just shook his head and smiled. There is a sleep regulator at the head of the bed, which can automatically adjust according to the changes in the person's body temperature, and can also emit different chemical mixtures to promote sleep, she also has one, but it does not help her much. She walked gently to the windowsill, pressed her chin to it, and quietly looked at the pot of freshly blooming cactus.

"In the summer, you should water it every ten days, and you should also apply a thin liquid fertilizer that is well rotted, and in winter, you should water it every twenty days, because the temperature is low, and it will enter the dormant period, so do not apply fertilizer."

She still remembers Minglang's serious watering, for him, this pot of cactus balls is the memory of his mother, what about Minglang's memory? She suddenly felt lost in her way, her eyelids drooping. Perhaps there was something she needed in the room, she stood up straight and looked around, finally stopping at the drawer of her desk, and walked over to open it gently.

2108-3 Special Training Camp Certificate:

Name: Minglang. (Son of Sergeant Ming)

Gender: Male.

Height: 181cm.

Weight: 71kg.

"Special training camp? Sheriff? Suddenly, she had an idea of revenge - it was Cangyan who killed her brother. She bit her lower lip and fixed her gaze on the words "special training camp". "Sheriff's dad must know."

"Miss, the sheriff is here." The babysitter had an upstairs alarm on the ground floor. She is a young and beautiful woman, but she is afraid of life, she usually rarely speaks, she only knows how to cook and clean the house, and Xinyue has only seen her on her resume.

Crescent put down the certificate, closed the drawer, turned and went downstairs. At this time, the sheriff was in the living room checking the old electrical appliances in the house, and when he saw Crescent Moon coming over, he stopped the unnecessary work, stretched out his hand and motioned for her to sit on the sofa, and he sat next to her, and did not speak for a long time.

"I want to ask about the special training camp." She couldn't wait to look at his beard.

"The special training camp is also a special training camp, it is a place for high-intensity training of special police officers, the training content is very strict, and it is mostly carried out outdoors," he lit another cigarette, took a puff and continued, "I used to be an instructor in the special training camp, your mother was the best student, and the most beautiful woman in the whole camp, we later got married, and we had your brother in less than a year, I advised her to stay in the special training camp, but unfortunately in the end she chose to be an ordinary woman." Later, Minglang also came to the special training camp, and his performance was not bad, but he didn't keep up with nutrition since he was a child, and his physique was much worse than others. ”

"What about me?" Crescent Moon looked at him with an expectant look.

The sheriff looked at her while smoking, not very optimistic, and said, "Your physique is still good, but you are already 11 years old, and it is too late to come to the special training camp." ”

"Then I'll double my training."

He shifted his gaze, looked at the fruit bowl on the coffee table, and said, "If you want to take revenge on Cangyan, I advise you to save your mind, with your ability, you will not be able to achieve your goal one hundred percent." ”

"I have to go."

He turned his head to look at her unblinking determined eyes, then turned his head to look at the glass on the coffee table, and took a drag on his cigarette, thoughtfully.