Dongzhi Police Station.

Yu Hui's handcuffs have been removed, and the police are verifying the situation with Jingzhou Prison. While waiting for the result, he is also thinking about something. Is the bath scrubber lazy and not cleaning up his body?

"Comrade police, comrade police!" Jiang Hai hurriedly ran into the police station while shouting anxiously, "I brought it to you, prove it is here."

Yu Hui saw the luggage bag that he had forgotten on Haiyan's car in Jiang Hai's hand, so he found the release certificate and handed it to the police uncle.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Hai came to Yuhui and said in a low voice.

He was taking a bath and 'prison', and he was originally kind-hearted, but who would have thought that he would encounter a pre-examination in broad daylight, but Da Yu didn't bring a certificate of release. He said that he had washed a hundred and eighty times but never encountered it once, so he could recite this idea home.

Fortunately, he has a wide connection and found out about Haiyan's whereabouts in an advertising company group. Otherwise, Da Yu might have stayed at the police station for a while.

The police put down the phone, looked at the release certificate and returned it to Yu Hui, and said, "I have just verified that your identity is fine. I looked at it and your household registration is in charge of our account. Have you brought your household registration book? I'll help you recover, and there will be no misunderstandings and troubles in the future."

Yu Hui really brought the household registration book and quickly handed it over to the police uncle. Anyway, he never wanted to come to this place again.

Not long after.

"Yu Hui, your household registration has been restored." The police returned the household registration book to Yu Hui, "You can work and live normally in the future."

"Thanks."

Yu Hui packed his household registration and certificate and walked out of the police station with his luggage bag.

He looked at the parked outside, patted the roof of the car, turned around and said to Fatty Jiang behind him, "Your car is not working either."

Jiang Hai said embarrassedly, "Dayu, it's my fault. I didn't choose the right place. Let's buy another piece of clothing and find a better bath center. We must do the "humor" thoroughly."

"I am a materialist and never believe in those things." Yu Hui said seriously.

Still rubbing?

Rub the bald skin again!

"Or else you will take you home first? Uncle and aunt don't know you're out yet, right?" Jiang Hai asked.

Home?

Yu Hui thought of his parents and became in conflict.

He was born in a tailor's house, and his parents were tailors.

Tailoring, this is a general term for the profession of garment makers a long time ago. If we follow the detailed name in the industry, it should be: high-end custom clothing designer.

They only make one type of clothes in their lives, their father specializes in Zhongshan clothing, and their mother specializes in cheongsams.

As unique clothing styles of China, Zhongshan clothing and cheongsam have become Chinese dresses. Whether internationally or domestically, they will appear whenever there are major events. His parents are the ones who are specifically responsible for making these clothes.

His parents have always hoped that he could inherit his family skills and continue the profession, but his brain was restless and always had some wild ideas. In the end, like many young people, he embarked on the "rebellion" path that deviated from his parents' arrangements.

After graduating from college, he moved out of his home and rented a house outside. Although he was not far from home, he met his parents every year at a very small number of times.

After he was imprisoned, his parents came twice, but they were thinner and thinner each time, and their hair turned whiter at a speed visible to the naked eye. He didn't have the courage to go back, but he really wanted to tell him about his safety in person.

Jiang Hai knew that Da Yu had a very tense relationship with his parents, but the old saying goes: Blood is thicker than water, and his appearance can be tidy, but the genes cannot be changed.

"Go back, uncles and aunts must miss you very much." Jiang Hai advised, "Go back and report your safety and don't let them worry about it."

When a person is hesitant, a word from the people around him often plays a decisive role.

"Yeah." Afterghui nodded.

...

Yuhui's home is not far from Dongzhi Police Station, and is less than two kilometers away from two streets in a straight line. There is a small house in the area, which is not a serious courtyard. They are all small courtyards. Although they are old bricks and tiles, they are pure and unobstructed.

Jiang Hai's car stopped at the entrance of the alley, and Yu Hui got out of the car with his luggage bag. In two years, Jingzhou has changed a lot, but this alley has not changed much, and it still looks like before.

He suddenly stopped when he walked outside the sixth door.

The door was not locked, it was just a covert, as if waiting for someone.

He raised his hand, but stopped again, not knowing whether it should be pushed or knocked.

When he was a child, he mostly kicked this door with his feet or hit it with his shoulders. There are still many scars on it, but at this moment, he is a little at a loss.

"Bang!"

A slight voice came from behind.

Yu Hui quickly took his hand back and pretended to be as if nothing had happened.

But when he turned his head, he was frozen in place.

It was a middle-aged woman in her forties and fifties, standing a few steps away from him. Her simple plain outfit made her look dignified and elegant. Her short ponytail hairstyle not only shows her youthfulness but also very fashionable. The faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes are more like a precipitation of time, calm and indifferent.

At her feet was a tote bag, with all kinds of vegetables scattered all over the floor.

For a moment, Yuhui felt something coming out of his socket. He tried his best to control it, and a bright smile appeared on his face, "Mom, I'm back."

Everyone has a fragile side, and afterglow is no exception.

Su Ping stood there in a daze, her excited mind was blank, and she couldn't believe what she saw.

Until I heard my son's voice, after confirming that all this was not a dream, the suppressed emotions in my heart completely burst out.

She rushed up regardless of her image and hugged her son who was much taller than her, and she burst into tears for a moment.

Yu Hui hugged his mother and his eyes turned red.

Men will not shed tears easily.

He didn't cry when he was betrayed, and when he was in prison, he couldn't help but shed tears now.

Crying in front of my mother is not a shame.

The symbol of human birth is to dedicate crying to mothers.

After a long time, Su Ping raised her head and wiped her tears while saying, "Come on, let me see."

Yu Hui pulled his clothes and said with a smile, "Mom, I'm fine."

Su Ping looked at it carefully and seemed that she couldn't see enough, for fear of missing one.

Afterglow stood upright. To be honest, although the food inside was not very good, he got more time to work and exercise. In the past, he had a real experience, but now he had lost fat and increased muscles. He was a thin person who looked thin and had fleshy clothes.

"I'm so tired, but I'm so energetic." Su Ping wiped her tears, pulled her son away, "Go in quickly, your dad must be very happy to see you."

Speaking of his father, Yu Hui couldn't help but start to feel nervous.

During the growth of many children, especially for boys, the roles played by parents at home are usually strict fathers and kind mothers. This is the case for Yuhui's family, so psychologically, they will become more nervous when facing their fathers.

He picked up the vegetables that had fallen on the ground into his handbag, and then helped his mother into the door.

"Lao Yu, who's back?" Su Ping couldn't wait to call her husband as soon as she entered the door.

"Who?"

A man walked out of the north house, wearing simple cloth shoes, clean white shirt, reading glasses, and a tape ruler on his wrist.

"dad!"

Yu Hui stood still, his whole body tense, looking very restrained.

Yu Zhengliang closed his chin and looked at the young man beside his wife through the gap on the upper edge of the flower glass. His motionless look seemed to be frozen in time, but the shaking tape was truly reflecting the other side under the calm.

for a long time.

"Okay, okay, just come back." Yu Zhengliang kept nodding, his voice trembled slightly, and then he turned around and entered the room.

At the moment of looking back, I took off my glasses.

The afterglow saw my father's red eyes through the transparent glass on the window.

This is fatherly love, implicit, deep and indescribable.

"Son, you must be hungry, right? Mom is cooking for you now. By the way, make noodles and make braised noodles." Su Ping said happily.

"Yes, OK." After Hui nodded.

It took too long and he could no longer remember when the last time he had dinner at home.

"Put your luggage back to your house, then come out to wash your hands and prepare for dinner." Su Ping said and shouted at the north house, "Lao Yu, don't study your torn clothes, hurry up and talk to your son."

“…”

Yu Hui returned to his hut. Although he hadn't lived in it for a long time, the house was clean and cleaned at first glance.

He put his luggage bag on the table, looked at it for a while and suddenly felt that something was missing, so he took out his cell phone and dialed it to Jiang Hai.

"Fatty, where are my original design drafts?"

"Ah? They are all there, what's wrong?"

"No."

"Didn't you go home? Why did you go to rent a house again?"

Yu Hui was stunned for a moment, then asked, "You mean, the design draft is still in the house I rented?"

"Yes." Jiang Hai replied.

"What is? Didn't I tell you that you will move the things inside to my parents before the lease period arrives?" Yu Hui frowned.
To be continued...