Huihui told them: "Lin Jiajun's father is a villain. The evil things he did back then caused his first love, and later he died of depression."
"This girl is the younger daughter of her sister who she adopted after her first love miscarried."
"Otherwise, where would I find such a suitable candidate?"
Liang Yinuo looked at her disdainfully and thought to himself: "You are quite wicked."
Huihui seemed to have read through his mind: "The little girl is short of money, not just any ordinary shortage."
"If I hadn't taken her away, she would be in Myanmar now, either with her waist cut or tied up in a water prison that never sees the light of day."
"I know what I did was immoral, but in comparison, I saved her life."
"And she got a lot of money."
"Of course, from beginning to end, I didn't tell her about the grudges of the previous generation."
"I didn't tell her that the man was treating her because of another person."
"At least, in her heart, all she experienced during that time was real warmth and beauty."
At this moment, all doubts were solved.
Looking at all the recorded information and dense handwriting on the entire case, Liang Yinuo felt mixed emotions.
He said to Zhou Zhimo: "Master, I feel uncomfortable."
Zhou Zhimo looked at him: "Understood."
"When I first entered this industry, all I wanted to do was punish evil and promote good, just like the heroes on TV."
"But in this world, there is not so much black and white, and there are still many gray areas."
Liang Yinuo looked frustrated: "It seems that every bad person who has done something wrong has his own difficulties and has experienced pain."
"But they did make a mistake."
Zhou Zhimo patted him on the shoulder: "Drink tea."
"The suffering you have experienced cannot be a reason or excuse for a person to do bad things."
"If that's true, in this world, many people can punish evil and promote good according to their own judgment, without having to follow the rules."
"If that's true, and everyone imagines that he is a heroic hero who judges others in his own way, then society will be in chaos."
"You have to slowly learn to deal with your emotions, and you can't let your work affect your life."
Zhou Zhimo cared about Liang Yinuo very much, like a big brother or an elder, slowly guiding him to grow up.
Liang Yinuo curled his lips: "Parents can really harm their children."
"Lin Jiajun has reached this point, and his parents are indispensable."
Zhou Zhimo nodded: "Yes, a person's original family has a great influence on him."
"The misfortunes of childhood will accompany you throughout your life and will be cured with more warmth."
"And a happy childhood can heal a lot of pain in adulthood."
"Unfortunately, many parents feel that they are controlling every choice of their children for the sake of their children."
"It can be as small as what socks and shoes to wear today, or as big as a choice of major and school."
He smiled and said to Liang Yinuo: "Your road is warm."
Liang Yinuo also smiled: "Thanks to my enlightened parents for not forcing me."
"Although they just want to see me hit the wall and then look back."
"But at least it gave me the opportunity and space to try and make mistakes."
Zhou Zhimo looked at him with a smile: "Just be content."
"Okay, all the cases are finished, go home and have a good rest."
During this period, one case after another continued, and Zhou Zhimo felt that Liang Yinuo would not be able to handle it anymore.
Liang Yinuo stood up and closed the window: "Master, the weather is getting cooler. Close the window. Don't freeze."
Zhou Zhimo smiled: "How could you be so squeamish now?"
Liang Yinuo came back and sat down opposite him: "Master, this is a special period. You must not catch a cold."
Zhou Zhimo smiled bitterly and helplessly: "Hey, it doesn't matter, don't worry."
Liang Yinuo looked at him worriedly: "Master, you need to rest more."
"Now that the case is over, can you go home and rest?"
"Anyway, the boss ordered you to have a good rest that day."
"Seeing how worried you are about this case these days, we don't even dare to ask you to go home and rest."
"Now that it's finally done, I don't have to be so busy anymore."
"I've been staying up late lately. Even if I don't take a vacation, you can just go back and have a good sleep."
Zhou Zhimo smiled: "Okay, I'll go back and rest."
Ever since the last time Zhou Zhimo was attacked by a prisoner with AIDS in the interrogation room, everyone was still worried even though he was given a blocking injection as soon as possible.
All this is like an invisible bomb. You will be worried about it until the alarm is given.
So much so that during this period of time, everyone was secretly worried about him, and when we met, it was as if it had never happened.
Zhou Zhimo understands everyone's concerns and good intentions. Now that the case is over, he also wants to go back to his parents' place.
As we walked on the road, it was already getting cold, the breeze blew, and the leaves fell one after another, spreading on the sidewalk, making a rustling sound under our feet.
Watching the yellow leaves falling from the yellow and green branches, the blue sky is clear and bright, and neat big trees stand on both sides of the road.
This scene made Zhou Zhimo feel as if he had mistakenly entered the world written by Hayao Miyazaki, which is beautiful and romantic.
Walking forward, there are several vegetable sellers at the entrance of the vegetable market, sitting on short pony horses. There are bamboo baskets in front of them. The baskets contain green coriander and spinach, as well as some beans and peppers, red and green. Yes, it looks pretty good.
Zhou Zhimo remembered that his mother liked vegetables grown by farmers, so he bent down, but felt it was inappropriate, so he squatted down and said, "I'll pack some chili peppers and coriander."
The old woman has a kind face and kind eyes, and her gray hair is very sparse but combed neatly. She smiled and handed the bag to Zhou Zhimo: "Which one you want, pick the one you like."
Zhou Zhimo took the bag and put some in it. They were all fresh and there was nothing to choose from.
The food is very cheap. I bought a big bag for five yuan, and there are all kinds of food.
Before leaving, the old woman gave him a handful of green onions with a smile: "Take this. Wash it at home. Chop the chili, coriander and green onions, add salt, and simmer with hot oil. It will be delicious."
Zhou Zhimo walked back carrying the vegetables and smelled the coriander in the bag from time to time.
He doesn't know if he will be infected with AIDS. No matter what the result is, he should spend time with his parents.
I am always busy with work and socializing with colleagues and friends, and neglect to spend time with my family.
If you are really infected, your life will quickly enter a short countdown, and you will have less and less time to spend with your parents.
Thinking of this, Zhou Zhimo felt his nose sore and he quickened his pace.
When he saw rice cakes at the gate of his parents' community, he remembered that his mother liked to eat them, so he went to buy some more.
When he opened the door and entered the house, his parents looked at him in surprise.
