Sister, you miss me

After breakfast, the three left.Nie Kangtian asked Yang Feng to come to play more often in the future.

Yang Feng waved his hand and got into a military Wrangler.

The Wrangler left slowly, Lan Wei looked up subconsciously, and on the second floor window, her daughter stood in the morning light, staring silently.

Lan Wei couldn't help but sigh, Nie Kangtian also saw the daughter who watched Yang Feng leave upstairs, and silently patted his wife on the shoulder.

In the car, the driver asked where he was going. Yang Feng thought for a while and said to go to the branch office.

First, his ID card was lost, and one had to be reissued. Second, Mingguang also needed an identity.

Mingguang's adaptability is still relatively strong, at least no longer will cars be described as "moving iron boxes", but a pair of thief eyes, always linger on the street girls and little wives.

"Dad, what are your recent arrangements?" Yang Feng asked, looking at Qin Zhong.

Qin Zhong thought for a while, and said: "In three years, you don't know how many things have happened. You are busy with you, and I have some things to deal with. Let's contact again."

Yang Feng was silent for a moment and nodded, "Okay."

The father and son broke up coolly at the gate of the branch, and then Yang Feng took Mingguang into the household registration room of the branch.

Sitting on a chair in the counter was a policeman, a woman with a bloated body, and a large police uniform that could not be restrained, and swimming rings could be seen on her shoulders.

Yang Feng and Mingguang stood there for a long time, but the fat policewoman did not lift her head. Yang Feng was a little impatient. When she stretched out her head, she was playing WeChat while eating spicy sticks.

"Comrade." Yang Feng knocked on the counter.

"Fill it out yourself." The policewoman still did not look up, but handed over two forms, one for the ID card and the other for the account transfer.

Yang Feng filled it out quickly, but Mingguang encountered difficulties, not because he was illiterate.

"What's wrong?" Yang Feng asked when Mingguang stopped.

"Brother, I can't remember my birthday, and what do you think I am from!"

Yang Feng said: "You are nineteen years old. If you can't remember your birthday, just fill in one. To remember it, you can choose January 1, March 8, May 1, June 1..."

"Yes, just March 8th!"

"you sure?"

"Yes." Poor Mingguang, who knew how to be so unexplained, was overshadowed by his unreserved and absolutely trusted brother.

"Then fill it in quickly."

"Where am I from?" Mingguang filled in and asked.

"Lhasa, just fill in Lhasa, occupation, just write Rinpoche."

Mingguang quit, he understands that, Rinpoche is a living Buddha!He felt a little embarrassed about the hair stubble that had just emerged: "I am still a little away from Rinpoche."

"Apprentice Rinpoche." Yang Feng said, raising his index finger.

Mingguang shook his head, still filling in.

"Comrade, trouble you." Yang Feng smiled and handed the form.

"Waiting." The fat policewoman still looked up and grabbed the two forms.

The junior brother sat on the stainless steel chair for five minutes. Yang Feng became a little impatient. Just as he was about to go forward, the fat policewoman finally took his eyes off the phone and started to check the form.

Yang Feng's form was clear at a glance, and there was no objection.

In Mingguang’s form, the policewoman couldn’t help but smile when she saw the date of birth, because Mingguang only filled in March 8. When she saw the words "trainee Rinpoche", the fat policewoman was furious and shot a crime. And he started saying: "What are you doing here?"

Yang Feng sat there with Erlang's legs tilted, "Reissue ID card, what's wrong?"

Although Yang Feng was very hungry, the fat policewoman was still unable to resist the handsomeness of the evil ruffian. She calmed down and said, "Who is Yang Feng?"

"Me." Yang Feng nodded his nose.

"I'll talk about your question later." The fat policewoman turned to look at Mingguang, "What trainee Rinpoche, how can he have this profession?"

"If there is a problem with this, we can change it."

The fat policewoman wrinkled her newly embroidered sword eyebrows and said, "Forget it, what about the hukou?"

"No." Yang Feng said.

"No." Mingguang said.

The fat policewoman banged on the counter and said impatiently: "To apply for an ID card, you must first prove who you are. You say your name is Yang Feng. Who will prove it? The neighborhood committee will do, and the community property will do, unless you are a dark household. "

Having said that, the fat policewoman pushed the form forward: "Photos are still needed, so please prepare the materials before you come."

"The hukou is still in my hometown, can the certificate issued by the school work?" Yang Feng asked.People talk about rules and regulations, but he doesn't make a mistake.

"Let's talk about it." The fat policewoman found that Yang Feng would not be her food and had no interest in talking anymore, so she sat down and continued to play with her mobile phone.

"Brother, what should I do?" Mingguang was crying.

Because Yang Feng told him that in modern society, it is almost impossible to move without an identity document.

"It's okay, wrap it on Senior Brother."

Yang Feng said this with confidence.Just kidding, his dual identities of Guoan and Excalibur are there, whatever, it takes minutes to get his ID card.Reality has to force him to go through the convenient back door, which is really sad.

Hooking Mingguang's shoulders, Yang Feng looked up and saw a familiar figure standing at the door, with a ponytail, an oval face, a slender body and a well-fitted police uniform.

It's Qiao Xuan.At first, she saw a familiar figure from the back. When Yang Feng turned around, she seemed to have hit the fixation method, her eyes widened and she couldn't believe it.

It was not until Yang Feng smiled that Qiao Xuan was finally sure. She closed her eyes, and her three years of longing turned into tears when the embankment burst.

Opening his eyes again, Qiao Xuan desperately rushed into Yang Feng's arms, letting tears flow down.

Mingguang was fascinated and moved aside, just scratching his head in wonder.

The fat policewoman stood up in fright. This guy turned out to be Senior Sister Qiao Xuan's boyfriend. Where else do I need to apply for an ID card? It's a matter of one sentence. Isn't it a pitfall?

Fortunately, the three of them left without saying a word.

The fat policewoman begged God to worship Buddha, hoping that Yang Feng would not speak ill of her.

Next to the branch, there is a cafe called Shangdao.

Qiao Xuan ordered a cup of Blue Mountain and ordered a latte for Yang Feng. After Mingguang tasted the latte, she chose milk tea.

The cafe is decorated in style, with decks and boxes, the lighting is not very bright, the music is low and melodious, Mingguang walks away to find things of interest.

Qiao Xuan tasted the Blue Mountain, looked at Yang Feng, and told everything after the farewell.

It turns out that Qiao Kun has retired to the second line, and Qiao Xuan, who is less than 25 years old, has also been promoted to the head of the criminal police branch.

Yang Feng heard that his broken arm was still there, and he was soaking in the formalin solution in the forensic room of the Municipal Bureau, his heart tightened for no apparent reason, and he said, "Take it away."

"Okay." Qiao Xuan nodded, "Now, tell me where you have been in the past three years?"

Seeing Yang Feng hesitating, Qiao Xuan covered his right hand, tears flooding, and said: "I want to know, I want to know everything about you."

Yang Feng sighed softly, "For three years, I have always stayed in one place..."

Yang Feng said, naturally skipping the matter of rolling the sheets with Liu Shengchunzi.

Qiao Xuan felt that she was listening to the heavenly scriptures, "Xuankong Temple? The altitude is higher than Rongbuk Monastery. It does not exist in the world. Mingguang is the monk of Xuankong Temple?"

Yang Feng nodded: "It was unknown before, and it will be even more so in the future. Because it was buried by ice and snow, it needs to be corrected. Mingguang is not an ordinary monk, but an abbot."

Qiao Xuan didn't care about this. She said, "You just came back, and your sister didn't see it?"

"Well, something happened yesterday, but the branch came early this morning."

"I forgot to ask, what are you going to do?"

"ID, mine, and Mingguang."

"Give it to me, and treat me as an outsider." Qiao Xuan spread out her slender palm and showed a smile for the first time since meeting.

Yang Feng handed the completed form to Qiao Xuan and said, "I won't say anything polite. I will invite you to dinner another day."

"This is what you said, don't shame."

"With a word, it's hard to chase a horse."

"Xiaoxue still doesn't know you are coming back?"

"Well, I haven't called yet. I don't have an ID card. I can't even handle a mobile phone card."

"Why do you do it?"

"Lost the previous one."

Qiao Xuan pulled out a phone card from the wallet card slot and installed it in her mobile phone. After turning on the phone, she said, "Here."

Yang Feng took the phone and clicked on the address book. It turned out to be his calling card. He looked up at Qiao Xuan, who just smiled softly.

Yang Feng understands that three years ago, Qiao Xuan went to the scene of the crime and found his mobile phone, and his phone card was sleeping in Qiao Xuan's wallet. He had not been separated for three years.

"Thank you." Yang Feng said moved.

Qiao Xuan shook her head: "Remember your promise, don't forget to invite me to dinner, others I have waited too long."

After that, Qiao Xuan stood up, held two pages of paper and waved, and walked away.

Just walked to the door, Yang Feng stopped her, smiling extremely reluctantly: "Well, I have no money."

Qiao Xuan smiled and left.

When Yang Feng and Mingguang left, he could clearly feel the contempt of the waiter.

"The beautiful police flower with two bars and one star, the little white face who actually likes to eat soft rice, this world..." The waiter shook his head and sighed.

Then, his eyes straightened.

A blue and white sports car stopped at the door of the coffee shop, the roar of the huge engine was still in your ears, the scissors door slowly rose, and a charming foreign beauty walked down.

Then, the beauty actually took Xiao Bailian's shoulders and pushed him into the driving position.

After a dazzling 180-degree flick, Yang Feng showed off his car skills and the sports car left.

The waiter murmured: "What car is that?"

The little friend said: "Bugatti, don't you know?"

The waiter said: "It's not cheap!"

"It's more than 20 million."

With a plop, the waiter fell to the ground.

Heaven, earth, that is definitely the highest state of eating soft food, so the gap in life is so big!

The sports car has no extra seats, and Mingguang is arranged on the roof.

The sports car rushed straight to Wangjing, but Mingguang was stuck to the roof, not moving.

Yang Feng glanced at Aria, who was sitting next door. Don't think about it, she got the news from Dracula 80%, but she was a little sassy when she drove the Bugatti Vessel to pick up herself.

Also, I worked so hard to make money, and it was not so expensive. Yang Feng turned her head inadvertently. Aria really looked like a prodigal lady.

Aliya smiled slightly: "Know what you are thinking? This is a birthday present from my father."

Yang Feng sneered: "I didn't think about anything! So, have you settled with your father?"

"I don't know, anyway, he delivered it, I just drove it." Then, Aria pointed to the light outside the skylight and asked, "Who is the Spider-Man above?"