I became the police station's darling after I could understand what the furry creature was sayi

Simultaneously.

Grandpa Nan felt a pang of sadness. He was getting old and had lost his voice. He was like a primary school student, constantly being managed by his eldest grandson.

Nan Shu looked at Grandpa Nan standing at the door. The old man was leaning on his cane with one hand and clutching the hem of his clothes with the other, his face full of guilt.

She secretly reached out and poked her older brother's waist.

Nan Yannian spoke slowly.

"Grandpa, please come inside first, it's chilly outside."

Grandpa Nan sighed, like a student who had been punished to stand and was finally allowed to return to his seat by the teacher. His face was relaxed and his steps were light.

Nan Yannian briefly recounted the contents of the phone call.

Upon hearing this, Old Master Nan remained silent for a long time before letting out a long sigh.

"Are you getting senile again?"

Seeing his reaction, Nan Yannian offered a sharp and uncompromising critique.

Old Master Nan: ...

"You have no manners, Shushu! Look at your brother!" Old Master Nan scolded Nan Shu, his beard bristling and eyes wide.

Nan Shu leaned against Nan Yannian and smiled, without saying a word.

She can actually understand.

After all, they had known each other for many years and he felt indebted to Yang Zhiming for many years. It was normal for his grandfather to feel uncomfortable, as Yang Zhiming was probably really approaching the end of his life.

Grandpa Nan was a man of deep affection.

Therefore, valuing family and being loyal to love is paramount, but friendship is equally important. If one could switch all of these at once, then Grandpa wouldn't be Grandpa anymore.

The older brother clearly understood this as well, so he did not refuse.

The reason we didn't let Grandpa go was because he didn't look well and wasn't feeling well at dinner.

Seeing that his granddaughter wasn't on his side, Grandpa Nan sighed sadly.

His thumb started rubbing the armrest of his cane again.

The old man's emotions are very complicated right now.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Ten minutes later, Ji Feng called again.

This time it's a video conference.

Grandpa Nan sat up straight.

Nan Yannian glanced at his grandfather, sighed inwardly, and answered the call.

The beeping sound of the ventilator reached the three people's ears before the image appeared on screen.

It seems that Grandpa Yang is really not doing well this time.

Nan Shu thought.

He felt nothing; it was just the life and death of a stranger. Besides, Yang Zhiming was enjoying his retirement, while many others didn't even live to be fifty because of his actions.

In the video, Yang Zhiming is lying on a hospital bed with a ventilator on his head. He is breathing slowly, with little air intake and a lot of air exhalation. The mist is rising from the breathing mask.

Yang Zhiming forced his eyes open a crack, and Ji Feng held the phone up to his face.

Friends from many years ago looked at each other like this.

The two grew up together. Yang Zhiming was three years older than Grandpa Nan, and as the older brother, he often took him out for a stroll and some fun.

Grandma Nan Shu was a younger sister from Yang Zhiming's hometown; Yang Zhiming and she were childhood sweethearts.

To sum up the relationship between the three in one sentence, it would be something like: childhood sweethearts couldn't compete with a newcomer.

Old Master Nan was the one who appeared out of nowhere.

This is also why Mr. Nan has felt indebted to Yang Zhiming all these years.

Before Qingmei and Tianjiang got together, Zhuma had told Tianjiang that he liked Qingmei.

The two looked at each other across the screen, their lives slipping away from youth to old age.

Yang Zhiming's eyes could no longer focus.

Over the years, his health has not been very good. He has been taking all sorts of tonics, but he still cannot cure his mental illness and obsession.

Yang Zhiming murmured as if he vaguely heard Ji Feng say that the video call had been connected.

The voice was ethereal, yet the words were perfectly clear despite being behind the breathing mask.

He was saying, "Why? By what right? Why?"

"I was here first, I grew up with her, so why is it you?"

This question had lingered in his heart for most of his life, but unfortunately, the person who knew the answer had passed away decades ago. Yang Zhiming questioned him, but Old Master Nan remained silent.

"Hehe..."

"So if I can't have it, you can't have it either."

"So what if it's me? It's quite satisfying to be subservient to the person who killed your son, isn't it?"

"I...I won, Nan Chengfeng. I'm going to see Linlin. I'll see her before you. You...you lost..."

As Old Master Nan listened to his almost dejected murmurs, complex emotions surged in his eyes.

Finally, suppressing all his emotions, he looked at Yang Zhiming expressionlessly.

"You won't see her. She won't see you. Give up on that idea. Linlin and I made a promise for ten lifetimes, the next life, the life after that, and the life after that... we will be together."

Grandpa Nan knows how to cut someone's heart.

Nan Shu looked at her grandfather, and she finally understood where her older brother had learned his sharp tongue.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhiming's chest heaved violently, and his body trembled as if he had become enraged. His already fragile body quickly became exhausted, and finally, his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last.

The electrocardiogram also turned into a straight line.

The machine made a sharp, piercing sound.

Nan Yannian hung up the phone and looked at his grandfather.

"Alright, it's getting late, you should go and rest."

Still immersed in complex emotions, Old Master Nan: ...

……

With Yang Zhiming's death, the pillar of the Yang family was completely gone, and the family scattered like monkeys when the tree fell.

Ji Feng and the others were so busy they barely had time to breathe.

The Qingshan District branch also took action, using the Yang family as a starting point to find the Feng family, with whom they also maintained contact.

Feng Jian'an originally intended to protect himself, which is why he divorced his wife. He never expected that the Yang family would be purged along with the Feng family.

For two or three months, apart from the occasional unexpected case, the entire team was almost always busy with in-depth investigations.

After all, the purge of a powerful family is not something that can be done in one fell swoop. After the pus is squeezed out, there is still rotten flesh. After the rotten flesh is scraped off, it needs to be disinfected and bandaged.

Only then can the skin and flesh regrow, a process that is destined to be slow.

Otherwise, the remaining bacteria could easily find an opportunity to reignite the disease.

By the time Nan Punian had some free time, Nan Shu had already completed her graduation defense.

As a graduate who surpassed five million followers on Douyu, Nan Shu was invited to give a speech at the graduation ceremony.

Unlike previous graduation ceremonies.

This year, the school did not restrict the number of attendees; first-, second-, and third-year students are welcome to attend if they have the time.

Peng Yuan and her two companions arrived early and managed to get a front row seat. Their casual attire stood out among the other students in their academic gowns.

Grandpa Nan also came, sitting in the front row with the three Nan brothers, keeping a very low profile.

Nan Shu was wearing an academic gown, with the black tassels pulled to the left.

Standing in front of the microphone, Nan Shu looked at the large crowd in the auditorium.

Speak slowly:
"I won't bother with formalities. Here, I'd like to offer eight words to all the graduates and their juniors."

Eat well.

"Sleep well."

Have fun.

"Study hard."

Everything is trivial except for life and death.

Whether in the past or present, Nan Shu has witnessed far too much death and regret.

Some people are kind and good, yet die tragically without ever receiving justice; others barely survive, only to have their lives taken by others who are drunk driving or drugged…

No one knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first. The only thing we can do is live in the present. For example, Nan Shu never expected that she would suddenly come to this world.

But the good thing is...

Nan Shu looked at Grandpa Nan and the others.

She was lucky to have met her family across time and space.

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