She gently combed his bangs with a comb, and then she took a simple, little bit of trim up the bangs in front of his forehead. Her expression is very focused, all the attention is focused on his bangs, even the beautiful deep peach blossom eyes under the bangs are staring at her.
Yi Jin looks at people close to her, her face, because of the cold weather, and some slightly red, a pair of Jian shuiapricot eyes, small nose, pink lips, beautiful face, but it seems more and more people can not move their eyes. Under the light, she seemed to exude a warm breath.
"All right." I don't know how long later, his ear suddenly sounded her voice.
"All right?" He asked, as if all the time with her had gone by so fast.
"Well." She smiled, stepped back two steps, looked at him carefully for a while, "my skill is not bad, it's very good, it's saved 10 yuan."
She smiled, and then took a dry towel to help him brush away some of the fine hair stained on his face, neck and clothes.
"Well, go take a bath." Ling still said.
Yi Jin leaves Ying, takes the laundry and walks into the narrow bathroom. The warm water washed on his body, and he looked down at a scar on his chest.
As time goes by, the scar has become very shallow now, but every time he sees the scar, he will think of the woman.
The woman who abandoned him and his father.
This injury, perhaps, is the only thing left by that woman.
At that time, he knelt and begged her not to leave, not to leave him and his father, but she pushed him away, and did not return to leave.
He had an iron awl inserted in his chest. Afterwards, the doctor said that the awl head was extremely advanced from the heart. If it was more inclined, he would not survive.
At that time, he told himself that the man would no longer be his mother.
After his father's death, he would not expect anything from anyone. If he did not expect anything, he would not be disappointed.
Just...
Yi Jin turns off the tap, wipes herself dry with a towel, puts on her clothes, and when she leaves the bathroom, her eyes fall on Ling who is sitting at the table, as if looking at something.
Since when did he expect her? Looking forward to seeing her smile, looking forward to her happiness, looking forward to her looking at him with gentle eyes, calling him "a Jin".
"Ah Jin, you've washed your hair. Let me blow it down for you." She said, getting up to get the hair dryer.
He went to the table and saw some documents that she had laid out on the table. They were copies of the files of her case.
His eyes flashed, "what's this, sister?" He asked knowingly.
"It's something about my case." She said, "ripple collected it for me."
"Why do you see that again?" He said.
Yeah, why? Ling still asked herself this way. After three years, she couldn't solve the case. The witnesses in those days don't know where they are now. What else can she do with her status as an environmental sanitation worker?
"Maybe... It's the case. There's something I don't understand." Ling is still mumbling.
I don't know why she didn't drink, but it was found that there was alcohol in her blood, and even reached the drunk driving standard.