After the year-end commendation meeting and the year-end party, the police station was filled with the atmosphere of welcoming the spring.

The tables of various offices were filled with New Year gifts from citizens. The office of CID B Division was also filled with New Year goods - fresh vegetables picked from their own vegetable sheds, pickled rice and noodles, banners and handwritten thank-you letters...

The end of the year is just around the corner, and the flow of people in Hong Kong City has suddenly decreased. Many people have returned to the countryside to prepare for the New Year. Yuen Long, Tsuen Wan, Kwai Chung, Tin Shui Wai, Lantau Island, Tseung Kwan O and other surrounding areas have returned, and the crowds have become lively.

Small police stations have more work to mediate disputes, but large police stations have suddenly become idle.

Jiayi walked into the office holding a bouquet of flowers, and after arranging them, she looked at the schedule.

The police force's Spring Festival schedule has been arranged. Although CID is busy with life and death on weekdays, fortunately, it does not need to be on duty all the time.

She stood in front of the calendar for a long time. On the schedule in front, there is the time of the year-end party marked by Brother Jiaming, and the time of the commendation meeting marked by Brother Yue. There is also a date reminder to pick up the report form, and arrangements for attending the funeral...

Holding the data that will be filed in the warehouse in her hands, she was silent for a while and turned around. Returning to her desk, she spread out the data in her hands, sorting and checking them one by one.

Maybe there is something missing, or there are clues that have not been paid attention to-

where did Shaowei throw the murder weapon?

There are no fingerprints and footprints for comparison, and even the DNA will disappear. In addition, what else can be checked?

The sender of the parcel that Li Yuhe received did not leave any address or clues for help. Jiayi wanted to collect the parcel for handwriting comparison, but Li Yuhe refused her and said that the parcel had been smeared and sold as waste paper.

Jiayi's brows were locked as her fingers pressed against the document.

He just left like that without saying anything. Did he really kill the old policeman? What happened at that time?

How did he and the two bastards get together and how did they cooperate? How many things did they do together? Which ones were done by him and which ones were done by the two bastards? In addition to the three of them, were there other people involved in the 91 case?

Too many doubts always made her unable to completely let go...

"Tomorrow is a holiday, what are you doing?" A middle voice suddenly came from above her head, as mellow as wine.

"Arrange the files and reports, and send them to the archives soon." Jiayi looked up and smiled at Fang Zhenyue, then continued to read.

Her mind was completely immersed in the documents, her brain told her to work, and she was in an environment that made her feel very safe. As a result, Jiayi read the report for nearly half an hour, and only when she looked up did she realize that Brother Yue was still standing beside her.

The two looked at each other in shock, and their pupils shrank.

Jiayi's eyes were full of confusion. After thinking for a long time, she couldn't understand why Brother Yue had been standing beside her and looking at her with such... gloomy eyes.

Fang Zhenyue kept his face gloomy and his eyes were as dark as a deep pool in the dark night.

No one knew which party caused this long silence. It happened suddenly, and naturally it lasted for a long time.

Jiayi thought about a lot of things in these few minutes, and her emotions fluctuated. She found countless topics to talk about, but she didn't know why she drowned out all these "help", "complaints", "questions", etc.

Until Fang Zhenyue finally reached out and patted her on the shoulder, ending the silence with a tone and low voice that he had never used before -

"Let it go, there is no need to investigate anymore."

"..." Jiayi's heart was beating like a drum, and she wanted to ask, but he shook his head and swallowed all the words back.

"Remember what I told you when you first joined Group B?" Fang Zhenyue let out a long breath: "Not everything has a beginning and an end, and not all problems have answers."

Jiayi pursed her lips.

"Let go of your obsession..." Fang Zhenyue closed his eyes and put his hand on her head. Although his expression was serious, the palm that gently pressed on her head was gentle, "What's more important is to keep moving forward."

After saying that, he seemed to be afraid that she would ask something. After hesitating for a few seconds, he suddenly turned around and left, and his back quickly disappeared at the door.

Jiayi looked in the direction of the door with mixed feelings.

She didn't know whether Brother Yue would mention today's brief conversation to her again in the future and explain everything to her. But she understood that at least in the short term, they would keep what they said today secret.

With her arms on the table, she wiped her face vigorously.

...

...

It seemed as if he hoped that everyone could quickly get out of the sadness of the past and embrace a new life. After consulting Jiayi, Fang Zhenyue reported to his superiors and approved the transfer application submitted by Liang Shule. Before all procedures came to a standstill before the New Year, Chaoxiao transferred Liang Shule to Group B.

Liang Shule had a lot of things, including books, pens, and computers. There were also pens, ink, paper, and inkstones on his desk. The young man said that he liked to write calligraphy to relieve stress and think about things. When he used a brush dipped in ink to write on waste paper, he would feel that all his anxiety was gone and his thoughts would become smooth. His

things replaced Xu Shaowei's things, and the suddenly cold desk and chair became warm again.

The New Year's goods in the office were divided by everyone. On the last day of work, they would go to Yiji for dinner together.

As a result, when getting off the bus, everyone actually took all the food and oil that had just been divided and moved them all into the kitchen after entering Yi Ji. The welfare New Year's goods distributed by the police station and the New Year's gifts given to Group B by the citizens were all transferred to Chef Yi.

"We've made a fortune!" Yi Jiadong shouted exaggeratedly, and a group of people laughed loudly in the small kitchen.

Until Clara couldn't stand the crowd and kicked everyone out, the kitchen was finally spacious again.

Everyone enjoyed this meal very much. They would not meet again until after the New Year. The rest of the time would be spent with their families.

This year, Ah Xiang would not go home. Clara and Sun Xin had no family, so they both spent the New Year in Yi Ji.

After work in the evening, everyone was busy pasting Spring Festival couplets inside and outside the Yiji store. Then Ah Xiang quietly took out a bag of things from a small basket in the back kitchen, washed them carefully, and brought them to the table.

It turned out that she had received her first month's salary. She happily bought some lovely strawberries that she had never eaten before.

As soon as Ah Xiang sat down at the table, she happily invited everyone to eat. Seeing that everyone who had always taken care of her was eating happily, she also happily ate one.

The strawberries were really sweet, juicy and delicious~~~the most delicious fruit in the world!

Jiaru smiled sweetly while eating. Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly noticed that there was a rough hole on Ah Xiang's cuffs, and there was a patch on her elbow... In particular, the patch seemed to be a worn-out rag that the store was about to throw away.

The clothes that the eldest sister bought for Ah Xiang, Ah Xiang was reluctant to wear, always saying that she would wait until the Chinese New Year to wear them...

After returning home in the evening, Jia Ru took out the money she earned from her brother to make milk tea at home after school every day, and planned to buy a piece of clothing for Ah Xiang tomorrow.

Jia Jun saw Yi Jie sorting out the money and asked. After learning what Yi Jie was going to do, he also took out the pocket money he earned from his eldest brother and wanted to contribute.

Jia Yi, who was studying in the study, heard the younger brother and sister chatting, quietly opened the door, and stood at the door to watch the two little heads put together to discuss where to go and what to buy tomorrow.

The warm light shone in the small but warm room, making the two little heads look furry... The younger brothers and sisters are so nice.

She seemed to feel happy because she could see the kindness of people all the time.

At this time, she would sincerely feel that this job was great, that she could earn money to support her family and let herself and her family live a good life.

And having a strong sense of meaning would make one's spiritual world full.

In the past six months, the most precious thing was not money and honor, but a happy life, relatives and friends that money could not buy.

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On New Year's Eve, Fang Zhenyue and Sanfu rushed to the familiar boss's shop to drink the last glass of whiskey of the old year in the last few minutes before the bar closed.

The boss was cleaning the bar, putting the chairs on the table, and hanging a notice of the closing date at the door... None of this affected Fang Zhenyue and Sanfu's drinking. The boss would occasionally pass by and ask if they wanted to refill their glasses.

Sanfu and Fang Zhenyue came here to drink, as if it had become a tacit understanding every New Year's Eve.

The two chatted for a while, and Sanfu suddenly turned around and said:

"It seems that something happened between Jiayi and Xu Shaowei."

"Really?" Fang Zhenyue paused in his drinking.

"Something happened, but we don't know what it is." Sanfu asked curiously: "Brother Yue stayed in the office to look at the files that night, and ran out again. What did he check?"

Fang Zhenyue was silent for a while, without answering, and only raised his eyebrows and said:

"Not everything needs to be known."

"Do you think they are secretly in love?" Sanfu suddenly asked.

"Definitely not."

"Really?"

"Don't think too much." Fang Zhenyue stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "Go back to celebrate the New Year with your family. You don't have to accompany me." "

What about you?"

"Me? Walk around and then go home." Putting the banknotes on the bar, Fang Zhenyue put his hands in his trouser pockets.

"I'll treat you today." Sanfu put the money back into Fang Zhenyue's pocket, took out the drink money from his wallet and put it on the bar. Then he asked uneasily, "Is it true? You will go home to celebrate the New Year with your parents?"

"What's so true about this? Are you leaving? Mother-in-law." Fang Zhenyue raised his head and asked Sanfu.

The two parted ways at the door of the bar.

Fang Zhenyue had drunk and couldn't drive, so he simply went around to the seaside and sobered up on the cobblestone road by the embankment in the sea breeze.

In the past, many people would take a walk here, no matter how strong the wind was, there would always be people coming, some for a date, some for exercise. But today, there were not many people, as it was New Year's Eve, and everyone had families to take care of and things to do.

Fang Zhenyue unplugged the battery of BB call, as he didn't want to be found on this day alone.

Standing in front of the railing, the cold wind stung his ears slightly, causing a slight headache.

Taking a deep breath, he kept walking back and forth on the seaside, the wind thoroughly penetrated his clothes, his skin was cold, and goose bumps appeared.

He still regretted that there was no snow in Hong Kong.

When he felt sober and it was getting dark, Fang Zhenyue returned to the parking lot outside the bar.

The bar has closed down. Everyone wants to have a good New Year. After a busy year, they need a long vacation.

He got in the car, thinking that he would go back to the villa on the top of the mountain as in previous years, and sit alone in the bar of the empty house for a night.

Because he didn't want to develop a drinking habit, he couldn't make himself drunk.

He had to taste the old wine of loneliness soberly, listen to the noisy firecrackers and lively celebrations outside the house, and grow old year after year...

Thinking about every year in the past, he stepped on the accelerator, and at the moment of turning on the road home, he suddenly turned the steering wheel hard, turned the front of the car, and drove in another direction.