Chapter 117: The End.
Inmates also have the right to dispose of their personal property.
Sheng Peishan requested to meet with a lawyer to complete the formal procedures for renouncing her inheritance.
The sisterly bond could not be salvaged in the end. Perhaps to ease her sister's mind, or perhaps simply to find a moment of peace of mind, Sheng Peishan signed her name on the document, which became the last time she and Sheng Peirong crossed paths.
Sheng Peirong refused to accept the money and insisted on transferring it to Coco's name.
On the day the formalities were completed, Shengfang was much more excited than Zhuqing.
He grabbed his niece's hand and headed straight for the toy mall in Causeway Bay.
Their Qingzai is no longer the penniless guy she used to be.
The shelves were filled with a dazzling array of toys, and the children were interested in everything they saw. They would stop and press a button, or gently pat it out of curiosity.
Zhu Qing followed behind, carrying a shopping basket, watching him run and frolic in the sea of toys. Every time Fangfang saw a new toy, he would mentally plan how to play with it. Some he would share with his kindergarten friends, some he would drag his older sister along, and of course, Qingzai, Dr. Cheng, and Aunt Ping couldn't be left out—none of them escaped! In just a few minutes, Shengfang had everyone perfectly organized, his bouncy figure radiating pure joy.
Her bright eyes sparkled with anticipation, and as she turned around, she clasped her hands to her chest: "Qingzai, Qingzai, can I choose a few toys?"
Zhu Qing waved her hand and said generously, "Buy whatever you want."
The young master then waved his hand and declared, "I'll take over this entire shopping mall!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his niece grabbed the back of his shirt.
The young master of the Sheng family spread his hands: "I won't cover it anymore."
...
Lu Xingyu learned that her brother was still alive as soon as she finished her work, and immediately flew back to Hong Kong without even having time to visit her adoptive parents.
After eighteen years of living and working together, his adoptive parents treated him like their own son, and Lu Xingyu had long regarded them as his closest relatives. A few days ago, when his plane landed at Kai Tak Airport, he immediately let them know he had arrived safely. Only now, with everything settled, did they finally have a chance to have a proper talk.
On the other end of the phone, his adoptive parents' voices were filled with concern. They were both relieved and apprehensive to hear that the two brothers had finally reunited. Lu Xingyu held the phone and chatted on and on about trivial matters, such as where he lived, how he ate, and which new friends he had made. These were all ordinary details of his life, but his two elders listened with great interest to everything that was related to him.
Lu Xingyu could still hear the guilt in their voices. In fact, they had always felt sorry over the years; a white lie was still a lie after all.
However, at this moment, he told them, word by word, that what matters is the present, not the past that has been missed.
Even across thousands of kilometers, the care and greetings coming through the receiver still carried warmth.
The adoptive parents also inquired about Cheng Xinglang's situation.
"My brother?" Lu Xingyu looked at Cheng Xinglang, who was leaning against the sofa, and said with a smile, "He's texting his girlfriend. He's doing well and asked me to give you his regards."
The television screen is lit up all day long, with programs playing one after another.
Neither of the brothers was actually watching, but the sound lingered in their ears, inexplicably giving them a sense of peace.
During these days, Cheng Xinglang would always sleep on a makeshift bed on the floor in his younger brother's room.
Light filled every corner of the room, and even late at night, the room remained brightly lit. He never asked any questions, and every night before going to bed, he wore a light-blocking eye mask, and after several days, he gradually got used to it.
Cheng Xinglang understood that the bloody scene he saw through a crack in the narrow wardrobe on that dark night remained a deep-seated problem for Lu Xingyu. Now, only bright light could help his younger brother fall asleep peacefully.
But I believe that one day, the knot in my heart will be untied.
Before bed, the two brothers would occasionally chat, but most of the time they would do their own thing.
Knowing that the other person is by your side makes a wandering heart feel like it has found its home.
Late at night, Lu Xingyu groggily reached for the water glass on his bedside table, only to realize a moment later that he had forgotten to pour water before going to sleep. He had just gotten up when he tripped and fell with a "bang," stepping on Cheng Xinglang, who was sleeping on the floor.
“Others trip and fall in the dark,” Cheng Xinglang said sleepily, pulling off his eye mask. “You can fall even with the lights on?”
“Brother,” Lu Xingyu returned with a glass of water, took a big gulp, and sighed as he looked out at the moonlight, “You weren’t like this when I first came back. You were almost crying!”
Cheng Xinglang buried his face in the pillow: "Stop pretending to be pitiful, go to sleep."
...
It was a long summer vacation.
Sheng Peirong couldn't stand seeing her younger brother so idle, so she often stood in front of the calendar, hoping that the child would start school as soon as possible. Aunt Ping was also getting tired of the young master's pestering and missed the good old days when this little tyrant would go to school on time and come home in the evening.
"If you say that now, you'll miss me when school actually starts!"
"Where does this confidence come from?" Sheng Peirong laughed.
Unlike the idle young man, Sheng Fang, her niece and future nephew-in-law still had to work. At this time, Sheng Fang, as a senior police officer at the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, took on the important task of taking Lu Xingyu to visit the police station.
Now the entire Yau Ma Tei Police Station knows that Dr. Cheng has found his long-lost brother. Lu Xingyu noticed that everyone who sees him gives him a genuine smile. It's clear that her brother is quite popular here.
"I've often heard Dr. Cheng talk about his younger brother, so it's you!" Haozai leaned closer. "You have no idea, that day on the rooftop, people said—"
"You talk too much." Uncle Li rolled up the newspaper and tapped him on the head. "Let's not talk about this anymore."
Haozai rubbed his head, muttering that he thought Uncle Li would be gentler after his wedding.
Everyone laughed and changed the subject.
The officers clearly remember that on the rooftop of the Mingde Mental Health Center that day, when Zong Zhuoxian coldly uttered the words "buried alive," Dr. Cheng's face instantly turned pale. That was perhaps the most agonizing moment he had ever experienced.
Zhu Qing didn't witness that scene firsthand, but even just hearing about it from her colleagues filled her with unbearable sorrow. Fortunately, this story, full of twists and turns, finally came to a happy ending.
"Anyway, we have to have something good to eat today," Xu Jiale raised his voice. "I wonder if anyone's going to treat us to afternoon tea—"
This was clearly meant for the senior inspector in the office to hear.
Weng Zhaolin raised an eyebrow, stood up with his hands behind his back, and was about to step out when the office door was pushed open.
"John! Where is John?!"
“It’s here,” Inspector Weng replied, both amused and exasperated.
Another fluffy little head peeked in.
He brought Lu Xingyu over and introduced her to John.
However, the little one noticed that this junior exuded a cold and aloof aura when Dr. Cheng was not around.
In fact, Zhu Qing and Lu Xingyu have somewhat similar personalities, and Cheng Xinglang seems to be naturally compatible with such people.
As for the children's personalities, they are completely different from theirs. But he is most capable of handling them in no time, it's a piece of cake for him.
"Let's go play with Qingzai." Fangfang raised her chin slightly.
Lu Xingyu paused for a moment.
Being sent away to play by a child would make him look foolish. But standing here chatting with a senior inspector he didn't know at all, he couldn't utter a single word.
In the end, he chose to turn away.
Lu Xingyu hadn't gone far when she heard a child's voice, sounding old-fashioned, drifting from behind her.
"The child is shy around strangers."
He paused for a moment, then quickly walked away.
Weng Zhaolin laughed: "Our Tian Tian is also shy around strangers."
In the office, John and his confidante chatted happily, continuing their discussion on parenting.
Weng Zhaolin spoke of how well-behaved Tian Tian was, often lying on the soft cushion, playing with a rattle for a long time. Once, her mother temporarily left to answer a phone call, and when she returned, Tian Tian didn't cry or fuss, but even smiled. Just thinking about his daughter's appearance at that time made him smile involuntarily.
Feeling dizzy from spinning in the swivel chair, she swung her short legs and asked worriedly, "Can a little kid like her manage?"
“No problem,” Weng Zhaolin said. “She can’t even roll over now, let alone run around. She can only kick her little feet and can’t move an inch.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Inspector Weng couldn't help but laugh again.
The way he says that makes it sound like he's not a child himself.
...
The children, acting as hosts, took Dr. Cheng's younger brother on a tour of every corner of the police station.
He thoroughly enjoyed the visit, but unfortunately his superiors didn't approve. Otherwise, he would have loved to stand at the building entrance as a volunteer guide, holding a little tour guide's flag and leading every passing tourist inside.
Lu Xingyu followed Sheng Fang around the Yau Ma Tei Police Station for a whole morning.
At noon, the child volunteered again to take him to the restaurant for lunch.
The junior officer has more influence than the superintendent.
Sister Xiao and Uncle Ming from the kitchen greeted them warmly.
What would you like to eat today?
"Would you like another children's special?"
Even when the food is served, the dishes placed in front of Fangfang are extra-large, with more food for the same price.
"Sister Xiao, he's Dr. Cheng's younger brother!"
Sister Xiao immediately gave a knowing gesture, and soon, the food on Lu Xingyu's plate was piled up like a small mountain.
However, due to their contrasting personalities and the initial "adjustment period," Shengfang and this newcomer in the team inevitably had disagreements at times.
In these situations, Zhu Qing and Cheng Xinglang become mediators between them.
During lunch break, the young couple shared a light meal on the police station rooftop.
Sheng Fang grabbed Lu Xingyu's arm and charged forward aggressively, her little face puffed up like a balloon.
Fangfang told Qingzai that Lu Xingyu had kicked a dead cockroach away in the stairwell.
"I want to preserve it as a specimen and give it away!"
Lu Xingyu calmly replied, "No one would want this kind of gift."
Shengfang, hands on her hips, threatened, "If you kick it away, it'll come looking for you in your dreams tonight!"
"What's there to be afraid of when cockroaches come to me in my dreams?"
Both of them turned around at the same time, looking for outside help.
“Look.” Sheng Fang looked at Cheng Xinglang.
“Look.” Lu Xingyu also looked at Zhu Qing.
What kind of new cross-reporting method is this?
Zhu Qing and Cheng Xinglang exchanged a glance and decided to make their escape.
"Mr. Mo just contacted me."
“Ben also has a report waiting for my signature.”
The ungrateful niece and nephew-in-law vanished without a trace in an instant.
The two, one big and one small, could only stand there, staring at each other.
"Would you like some fresh milk French toast?" Lu Xingyu asked.
Shengfang raised her proud little face and made a request: "I want lots of butter."
“No problem.” Lu Xingyu turned around. “A gentleman doesn’t hold a grudge against a petty person.”
Fangfang reached a consensus with him and said seriously, "You're right."
...
May every day be ordinary and warm for Zhu Qing and Fang Fang.
When the police station is busy, Zhu Qing's pace quickens, and time seems to be fast-forwarded.
During their leisure time, they returned to a slow pace, and even the little flowers in the courtyard could keep the uncle and nephew lingering for a long time.
However, just as Shengfang was having the most fun, the kindergarten sent out a notice that school would start.
Not long ago, Fangfang kept complaining about how envious adults were of those who never had a day off. My niece said that when he grew up, he would take back what he said. But now, before he's even grown up, he's already regretting his boastful words.
Before school even started, Shengfang was already missing the holidays.
"Why is school starting so soon?" Little Fangfang stood blankly in front of the calendar.
"School's finally starting!" Sheng Peirong almost clapped her hands in celebration. "I'll work hard this new semester too."
Shengfang sighed softly, like a little adult.
He wondered if he could play house like he did when he was a kid in the new semester. He needed to ask Teacher Ji for a suggestion so he could play the role of a milk tea master again.
On the first day back to school before the official start of the semester, Teacher Ji stood at the door of the small classroom to welcome the children.
The children weren't very satisfied with moving from the toddler class to the preschool class.
"When will I be able to become one of the older brothers and sisters in kindergarten?!"
Two months have passed, and every child has grown taller.
Teacher Ji patted each of their little shoulders, her eyes full of smiles.
"We have a special activity today." Teacher Ji asked the children to sit around a round table and pointed to the blank cards on the table. "Write a letter to your future self. You can write about what you hope to be like when you grow up, or what you want to say to yourself."
The children's soft, sweet voices rang out one after another.
"Teacher, I can't write."
"I don't know either!"
The baby, holding her chin in her hands, said, "I can."
A barrage of admiring gazes swept over them.
He said smugly, "But I don't want to write it."
Teacher Ji sighed and rubbed his forehead.
The long-lost headache has returned, and she can imagine that she will have a headache again because of this young master in the new semester.
"I'll help you write it," Teacher Ji said. "One at a time."
The children's little minds were racing, and they were mentally drafting their ideas.
Yesi hopes that she can become an outstanding model in the future. Just like the models she sees on TV, taller than telephone poles, walking with a brisk pace and full of energy.
Ah Juan had long aspired to join the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC). Last time, his parents even took him to the ICAC building entrance to take a picture of him. In the photo, little Ah Juan had his arms crossed over his chest, looking serious, just like a new employee photo.
Jinbao's plans for the future are still somewhat vague.
He lowered his head and asked, "Teacher Ji, what should we do?"
"Don't rush," the teacher gently comforted you. "Take your time, and you'll eventually find the person you want to be."
Jinbao was finally relieved. He took out a bag of cookies from his pocket and started munching on them.
This special event lasted a long time.
Teacher Ji patiently stopped next to each child in turn, recording their innocent expectations and carefully putting them into envelopes.
The longest letter is the one held by the children.
In this letter to the future, Fangfang's expectations are incredibly specific. He wants to watch his great-niece grow up, buy her lots of toys, and take her on a day trip to the CID. Hearing that John is planning to hire a Filipino maid for his great-niece, Uncle Fangfang will be even more strict about this, making sure the maid's name isn't "Marisa." His eldest sister will realize her ambitions, making the group bigger and stronger, and she will always be their strongest and warmest support. Aunt Ping will always stay at home, and she can't miss the annual family photo.
Most importantly, of course, is Zhu Qing.
Ching-jai and Dr. Cheng will always be each other's best partners, seeking justice for the victims and forever pursuing righteousness.
Perhaps many years later, she will get married, and he will have a nephew-in-law. In fact, long before Qingzai accepted Dr. Cheng, little Shengfang had already accepted him... Therefore, as their uncle, Fangfang decided to bless them and would never be an obstacle again!
"Qingzai will be promoted from police officer to senior police officer, and then to police sergeant." Sheng Fang said, resting his chin on his hand.
After writing the first sentence, Teacher Ji stopped writing and said, "Done."
"Not yet." Fangfang shook her head vigorously and continued, "After the sheriff, there are probationary inspectors, inspectors, senior inspectors, and then chief inspectors!"
Teacher Ji buried her head in her writing again, scribbling away: "Is it done now?"
"Teacher, this is just the beginning."
This is just the beginning; Qingzai's professional career has a long way to go.
"After the Chief Inspector comes the Superintendent, then the Senior Superintendent, and then..."
"Chief Superintendent!"
"Are there any higher positions available?" Teacher Ji asked gently.
The children tilted their heads as they were being served.
The promotion path he knows only goes this far for now.
“There should be more, but John only said this much.” Fangfang tilted her little face up. “I’ll add more after I find out more.”
Teacher Ji chuckled: "Fangfang, what are your own future plans?"
“Me?” Sheng Fang answered without hesitation, “My career path is the same as Qingzai’s.”
Looking at the letter paper filled with writing, Teacher Ji rubbed her sore wrist.
She secretly took a shortcut and added a parenthesis after Zhu Qing's "career plan"—
"Letting it go is fine too."
The afternoon sun streamed into the kindergarten classroom, where children's laughter filled the air.
Looking at these tiny babies, Teacher Ji suddenly felt a little reluctant to part with them.
She would treasure every single letter.
Without a doubt, when these letters are reopened sometime in ten or twenty years, these innocent and carefree children will have grown into shining adults.
Now, Teacher Ji only hopes that time can pass slowly.
May their wonderful childhood last even longer.
...
In early autumn, before the start of the new school term for Shengfang's children, his friends organized a barbecue party on Lantau Island.
The colleagues from Major Crimes Unit B, the forensic science department, and the forensic science department finally managed to coordinate a vacation together to start preparations early.
Shengfang kept repeating "BBQ" at home every day, almost turning those three letters into a self-composed nursery rhyme. He also started preparing early, pestering Aunt Ping to buy his favorite cotton candy. However, no matter how many bags of cotton candy were bought, little Shengfang accidentally ate them all.
Seeing this, Sheng Peirong joked, "From now on, we'll only lock cotton candy in our safe."
Shengfang is no silly three-year-old; she can naturally understand her older sister's teasing.
He decided to reopen the doors of "Fangfang Prison".
"Big sister," Fangfang said coldly with a businesslike expression, "you and your daughter will be locked in the same cell."
Aunt Ping smiled from the side, but her hands never stopped moving.
She was always thoughtful, wearing her reading glasses and patiently stringing the corn kernels together.
The day of departure finally arrived.
Cheng Xinglang was driving, and Zhu Qing was in the passenger seat organizing the ingredients. In the back seat, Lu Xingyu and Fang Fang were having a debate on whether or not to open the cotton candy packaging.
"If we open it now, it won't last until Lantau Island," Lu Xingyu said.
This argument is well-founded and difficult to refute.
He was speechless, puffing out his cheeks as he turned away.
"He was right." Zhu Qing smiled and turned around.
Cheng Xinglang imitated the little devil's tone: "It's really infuriating."
Roll down the car window; a cool, early autumn breeze is blowing.
Fangfang decided not to argue with the children.
Lu Xingyu also looked out the window, watching the passing scenery.
For more than a month, Lu Xingyu's return date was repeatedly postponed.
Whenever he packs his suitcase, he always thinks he should leave, but he can't help but stay a few more days.
His job overseas was still waiting for him, and his adoptive parents were also looking forward to his return. Lu Xingyu said that he really had to go back this time. But fortunately, transportation is convenient nowadays, and knowing that they would meet again soon, even the farewell became less sad.
“It’s good to go out and lay low for a while,” Lu Xingyu complained to Zhu Qing. “My brother has been giving me the cold shoulder lately, and he made me do all the dishes last night.”
Without turning his head, Cheng Xinglang replied, "How old are you? Do you still need me to help you wash the dishes?"
As Zhu Qing was mediating this "family dispute," a child in the back row added fuel to the fire.
"Shy face." Fangfang stretched out her chubby little hand and scratched her cheek twice.
Lu Xingyu smiled and patted the child's head.
Strangely enough, although their time together was short, he had only just integrated into his brother's life, yet it felt as if he had never left. He met Zhu Qing, Fang Fang, the enthusiastic friends from the CID and the forensic department, and even Zhu Qing's mother and the kind Aunt Ping. Seeing how well his brother got along with them, Lu Xingyu could finally relax completely.
My brother is doing well here.
When the car arrived at Lantau Island, my colleagues had already set up the barbecue grill.
Lu Xingyu, who has always been reserved, was surprised to find that integrating into this group was not difficult.
Ah Ben raised an ice-cold beer from a short distance away: "Xingyu, want a drink?"
The beer cans clinked together, foam gushed out, and they hurriedly took a sip, bursting into laughter.
On the other side, Cheng Xinglang was focused on grilling the pork belly.
He grilled the pork belly perfectly, with a good balance of fat and lean meat, and cooked it to the perfect temperature – just the taste that the kids had been craving.
Sheng Fang pulled Zhu Qing to queue in front of his "stall".
"I want to be the first to eat!" Fangfang raised her hand.
To everyone's surprise, the first piece of roasted pork belly was fed to Zhu Qing.
She spread her hands: "Sorry, my niece will eat first."
Shengfang squinted at Dr. Cheng, but unfortunately, the next second, her little mouth betrayed her and she ate until it was greasy.
At this moment, Zeng Yongshan approached Zhu Qing, holding a slice of toast in her hand.
"Try it."
She tore off a small piece and held it to Zhu Qing's lips: "How is it? How is it? I made it specially—"
"Garlic honey sauce," Zhu Qing replied with a smile, "and a layer of strawberry jam was added as well."
"You can taste the difference?" Zeng Yongshan's eyes widened.
Zhu Qing smiled and said, "You told me that last time."
"This is my secret recipe, I won't just tell anyone..."
Zeng Yongshan tried hard to recall the moment when she made the "secret sauce," but found that her memory was already blurred.
But one thing is certain: she had wanted to be friends with this person from the very beginning.
This friendship has now been refined and deepened over time.
They all cherished it immensely.
"Anyway, it tastes good." Zeng Yongshan said smugly, "Next time I'm 'snake-laying', I'll set up a stall to sell bread slices, and I definitely won't be found out."
"Zeng Yongshan—" Several colleagues turned around and stopped her in unison, "You jinx!"
I don't know what's wrong with these people; they all seem to have super hearing.
Zeng Yongshan shrank her neck guiltily.
As the sun gradually set, everyone, having played all day, seemed to be infected by Fang Fang's enthusiasm, and no one wanted to go back.
However, at this pleasant moment, more than a dozen pagers started ringing at the same time.
All officers stopped immediately.
Mo Zhenbang glanced at the message and immediately stood up: "Let's move out!"
Her eyes, which had been shining brightly, suddenly became as bright as stars again.
Just as he was about to blend into the work team, Zhu Qing stopped him.
This niece is going to solve the case herself again!
Watching her colleagues quickly leave, Sheng Fang tiptoed and patted Lu Xingyu's shoulder: "Little brother, it's just us left now."
"I'm not the younger brother!"
"Then what are you?"
"..."
"Hurry up and catch up!" Mo Zhenbang shouted back. "I'll take you to Tai O Road, then you can take a taxi to Mong Kok yourselves."
With her short legs, Shengfang dragged her younger brother along as they ran across the beach, leaving behind a trail of deep and shallow footprints.
The child's innocent eyes followed his niece's departing figure the entire time.
In Sheng's heart, Zhu Qing will always be a shining warrior.
He will surely follow in her footsteps and become a brave detective who also upholds justice.
Cases come and go, in an endless cycle.
Shengfang baby will eventually transform into Fang sir, who can stand on his own.
By then, they will be a genuine family of police officers!
The autumn wind blows the waves, which crash against the shore.
One sound after another, without ceasing.
Everyone is moving forward, steadfastly marching towards a better tomorrow.
(End of article)
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