Seven days later.

The memorial meeting for the martyrs of the Yellow Sea was held in the largest hall of the funeral home, and the leaders of the city bureau attended as usual, and this was the second incident of a police officer killed in the line of duty this month. He Qingying was wearing a dark suit, holding a white chrysanthemum, tears rolling in his eyes. She grabbed her son's hand and blended at the end of the black crowd. Some of Huang Hai's colleagues had seen her and turned back to comfort the woman, as if she were the surviving of the deceased.

After the leader finished reading the lengthy eulogy, the solemn mourning music sounded, and Si Wang supported his mother and bowed together. Her palms were still cold, and she heard her son whisper in her ear, "Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ......"

"Say no more! Wang'er. Her lips trembled slightly, and she shook her head and replied in a breathless voice, "Not what you imagined." ”

The mother and son straightened their backs and followed the crowd of people who admired the remains, and said goodbye to the Yellow Sea for the last time.

He was draped with a party flag, wearing a crisp dark police uniform, his hands and feet were well connected, and there were no broken bones at all.

He Qingying stretched out his index finger to touch the cold glass, as if touching the tip of his forehead and nose, he died in Si Wang's arms seven days ago.

Her contact with this man was limited to the tip of her forehead and nose - in the days she spent with Huang Hai, she didn't have even a trace of lust, she only felt the warmth of returning to the sun after death.

Si Wang never shed a tear from beginning to end.

She took her son's hand and walked out of the memorial service hall and looked back at the blackened police. She could feel that the person, those eyes, was staring at her in the dark, and He Qingying couldn't see him, or her.

Every policeman who attended the funeral swore to catch the fleeing suspect to comfort Officer Huanghai's soul in the sky - if it weren't for the outlaw, who ran away frantically in the face of the police and jumped to the opposite building like a stimulant, how could he have fallen to his death on the sixth floor?

Huang Hai is not a young man after all, but he is an urgent person, thinking that he can easily jump over, and he jumped out without the slightest hesitation......

There are no clues to the suspect so far.

The police searched the video store repeatedly, and DNA samples were detected from the large number of cigarette butts left in the store. The landlord also provided a copy of the suspect's ID card, which was found to be a forgery, and the person did not exist at all, and the mobile phone number was not left. There were few customers at the store, and the owner didn't usually interact with anyone else, and few people could remember what he looked like. Despite this, the police drew a portrait of the suspect based on the landlord's description.

They showed Si Wang and He Qingying that face.

Si Wang identified this person as Lu Zhongyue, especially the faint birthmark on his forehead. As Lu Zhongyue's nominal adopted son, he has lived together for more than half a year, so it is reasonable for him to identify him. However, He Qingying strongly objected to Wang'er's participation in the investigation and did not allow the police to contact him, so she also wrote a letter to the director's mailbox. She said that this time it was Officer Huanghai who died, and next time it might be Si Wang's turn, and she would never allow her son to be in danger.

The tears she shed these days are half for the dead Yellow Sea, and half for the restless Wang'er. She blamed her son for his recklessness and impulsiveness, and blamed Huang Hai's death on his head, if he hadn't followed Huang Hai to catch Lu Zhongyue, this veteran police officer who had been in a hundred battles would not have capsized in the gutter.

Wang'er didn't contradict it in half a sentence, but kept talking to herself: "Did I kill the Yellow Sea?" ”

In the past six months, the child has begun to pay attention to his appearance, no longer wearing the clothes bought by his mother casually, but repeatedly selecting them from the closet. Even if he wears a school uniform to school, he will look in the mirror before going out and wipe some water on his head to prevent his hair from sticking up. After joining the Chinese Communist Youth League, Si Wang was officially counted as a teenager.

He helped his mother open a Taobao store that sells books, called the "Witch Zone" — it's becoming more and more difficult to sell books these days, but if you have both an online store and a physical store, you can roughly maintain a balance. Taobao stores can also operate teaching materials, which is the main source of profits. He Qingying worked hard to become an excellent Taobao store owner, and learned to say on the Internet: "Dear, give a good review!" "On weekends and evenings, as long as he has free time, Siwang will replace his mother as Taobao customer service, packaging, express delivery, and delivery......

In another half a year, Si Wang will face the high school entrance examination, and he wants to apply for the city's key Nanming Senior High School.

He Qingying resolutely objected, on the grounds that the mother and son had relied on each other for so many years, how could they bear to see their son leave home and live in school? What's more, the competition in key high schools is too fierce, and in the past two years, there have often been news of suicides due to excessive study pressure, and she is very worried about Wang'er's silent and introverted personality, even if she is a natural prodigy, she may not adapt to such an environment. She hopes that her son's wife will live a peaceful life, and it is better to apply for technical secondary school or higher vocational school, so that learning a craft can also facilitate employment without worrying about jobs.

"Wang'er, do you listen to your mother?"

In the dim light of the desk lamp, He Qingying's hair hung down on her shoulders, and she was as shiny as a young woman, no wonder there were often boys in the bookstore, who deliberately used a hundred yuan bill to make her change, so that she could stay in front of her for a while longer. At this time, Si Wang would glare at them, and his mother would signal him to calm down with her eyes.

He rolled over on the bed and said to the wall, "Mom, why did you give me that name?" ”

"Didn't Mom tell you? When you were still in my belly, I looked out the window every day and seemed to hear someone calling me...... Therefore, I will call you Si Wang. ”

"My classmates nicknamed me, and they called me Death."

He Qingying turned his son over and stared into his eyes: "Why?" ”

"Hope = death."

She immediately blocked her son's mouth: "Wang'er, tomorrow I will go to your school and tell the homeroom teacher that no one is allowed to call you like that!" ”

He broke free and gasped for breath and said, "Mom, I'm not afraid of this nickname, but I think it's very good." ”

"You...... How could you be? ”

"Sometimes, I think I'm a grim reaper. From the day I was born, I didn't have a grandparents. When I was in the first grade of primary school, my father disappeared mysteriously, and he has not seen anyone alive or dead. When I was in the third grade of elementary school, my grandparents suddenly fell ill and passed away. I found a body in a broken jeep by the Suzhou Creek, and then I went to Gu's house, and then Miss Gu and Grandpa Gu died, and then I met Officer Huanghai, and his home was the archive of all kinds of deaths. Until recently, I watched him die in my arms...... Is this all a coincidence? ”

He spoke so calmly, as if he were reciting a text.

"Don't think so, Wang'er, no matter what terrible things happen to you, your mother will protect you."

"Mom, I've grown up, and now it's up to Wang'er to protect you."

"In your mother's eyes, you will always be a child."

The fifteen-year-old boy retorted coldly: "But all mothers hope that their children can be admitted to key high schools, don't they?" Si Wang has the ability to be admitted to Nanming High School, why should he oppose it? You named me Si Wang, don't you mean to hope that your son will become a Chan? ”

"You're wrong, Wang'er." He Qingying stroked his son's back, and his voice was as soft as silk, "Believe my mother's words!" You are an extremely smart child, and your mother saw early on that you have many secrets that are different from ordinary children. It's a pity, your father's name is Si Mingyuan, your mother's name is He Qingying, we are born poor, this is God's decision. ”

"But I've never disliked you and Dad."

"If your mother dies, you go to a rich family......"

"I don't want you to die!"

Si Wang hugged her shoulders tightly, so tight that she felt suffocated.