In winter, Hong Kong can still reach a high temperature of nearly 30 degrees. Once the sun shines, it feels like summer.

A phone call, a pager text message, and in less than half an hour, relatives and friends gather around the stove.

Eating hot pot with the air conditioner on in winter is a folk tradition unique to Hong Kong. Unable to wait for spring and summer to come, the heat-averse Hong Kong people sit in a small shop with air conditioners that can blow down the building, facing the hot steam and covered by the cool breeze, steaming the whole house with fresh fragrance and hot mist, which is the most exciting atmosphere for a reunion with friends.

But Jiayi is very afraid that such an atmosphere will be missing in the future. Without Sir Fang and Madam Qiu, can the dinner of Group B still be called a "reunion"?

On the way to see Fang Zhenyue and Qiu Sushan off, Jiayi quietly wiped away her tears, and when she got off the car, she hid her sadness and still smiled.

Today, Yuege and Madam flew to London for more than ten hours with four other inspectors for further studies. When they were on the way, Qiu Sushan told everyone that she had received a transfer order to work as a subordinate of the White-browed Eagle King in O-Ji, and would be responsible for a secret mission next, which could be drug arrest or anti-crime, anyway, it was a secret case.

Madam's confidentiality ability was first-class, and no one had smelled the slightest sign of her transfer before this.

For a while, the itinerary of seeing off the two superiors at the airport for further studies and seeing off Fang Sir from leaving Group B suddenly turned into seeing off the two superiors and leaving Group B together.

There will be a new leader for Group B in the future. Will the children have to adapt to the new leader? Will they start a life of living under someone else's roof?

The sadness of separation and the worry about the future turned into two big dark clouds that weighed down everyone's mood. Everyone was feeling heavy and their hearts were about to rain.

In the garage, everyone got off the car one after another. Each of them became a frost-bitten eggplant, hanging their heads and looking depressed and listless.

The airport always seems to be a place that carries sadness of separation. The expressions of those who are seeing off and those who are about to leave are similar. A mask of sadness with tears but no tears is worn on everyone's face. As a result, thousands of people have this side.

At the airport entrance, everyone said goodbye to Sir Fang and Susan Qiu one by one.

When it was Jiayi's turn to say goodbye to Fang Zhenyue, she hid her worries and just looked up to wish Brother Yue a safe journey. After they returned from further studies, she would treat Brother Yue to a meal and ask him for advice on advanced British technology.

Fang Zhenyue, however, caught the uneasiness in her eyes. He had to carry his bag on one shoulder and put his other hand deep in his trouser pocket to resist touching her.

"The new inspector is from the Complaints Division and worked on the front line when he was young. Don't worry about the other person's personality or temper. Just do your job, solve the case and catch the murderer, and don't worry about anything else."

"Yes, sir." Jiayi nodded vigorously.

Brother Yue is really a good person. He is going abroad for further studies, but he still cares about them in his heart.

"Don't think that he is better than you just because he is an inspector, and don't think that someone is smart and capable just because he is the president or boss.

"This society is very complicated. There are more unspoken rules beneath the rules. Family background, background, money, etc. can confuse and break the rules.

"Those in high positions are not necessarily the real authorities.

"So, don't trust your superiors and those in power 100%, but trust this more."

Fang Zhenyue tapped Yi Jiayi's head.

"Got it, Brother Yue." Jiayi rubbed the place where he had tapped and nodded solemnly.

"Yeah. Use these rules, observe this rule, achieve your dreams, and realize your blueprint. "Fang Zhenyue finished speaking, took a deep breath, and finally took half a step towards her, stretched out his arm to half-embrace her shoulders, then stepped back and stood far away, nodded to her, and said goodbye to her.

"What are you talking about? The new inspector hasn't even taken up his post yet, but you're setting a trap for him and asking Eleven not to believe it? How can you be like that?" Qiu Susan had just said a few words to Uncle Jiu, and turned around to hear Fang Zhenyue teaching Jiayi to be rebellious.

The Hong Kong police training clearly states that all orders from the superiors must be obeyed and they must obey them absolutely. But Fang Zhenyue is teaching a bad child here.

Patting Jiayi on the shoulder, Qiu Susan said cheerfully:

"Follow the new inspector well, and don't learn from Sir Fang who is so rebellious. I believe you are a good detective, and the next step is to wait for you to be promoted to inspector. "

Thank you, madam." Jiayi nodded in response, her eyes unconsciously drifting to Brother Yue's face.

Fang Zhenyue raised his eyebrows and shrugged at him, tilting his head to indicate that she could turn back.

So everyone said bye to each other . Bye, let's say goodbye for now.

Turning around, Jiayi rubbed her eyes and found that Fang Zhenyue was still wearing the shirt she bought for him.

Before her tears flowed out, they were replaced by a smile.

Could it be that Brother Yue never wore other clothes after receiving this shirt?

Is he going to wear it, walk through every stage of his life, and carry it with him to see every scene in his life?

Fang Zhenyue's back was getting farther and farther away. Jiayi blinked very slowly and said silently in her heart: Little Shirt is going to see London, please have a safe journey and come back soon.