"To be honest, we went to the security department to help because of something, but we were rejected. We learned about this at that time." Yi Liao said, "This matter is very urgent. There is not much time left. Now only you father and son can help."

Song Qingming also became serious: "Brother Yi, tell me."

Yi Liao's mobile phone called out a date and leaned into his ear and said, "First of all, please do not delete the surveillance video of this day..."

***

As December approaches, the heating in City B has been in stock. Whether it is trembling outdoors or drowsy indoors, people are not very motivated to work.

Xiao Chen from the Security Department has been looking forward to getting off work since noon. The department has built a team today, which means he doesn’t have to be on duty tonight, and he can have a few drinks with his colleagues and friends.

While he was happy, he was also a little curious and sympathetic.

Their job requires someone to stay behind at all times. Who is the unlucky person who wants to stay here alone while they are having a lot of food and drink?

He speculated for several hours, and it was not until the clock skipped past five-thirty and everyone packed up and was about to set off that he knew that the team leader Song Yi would stay on duty tonight.

Xiao Chen was a little surprised: "Brother Yi, is this appropriate? You can neither eat with us nor go home to take care of your son."

Song Yi lit a cigarette and waved his hand casually: "It's okay, you go, my son learned to come here to do his homework when he lets go."

"But……"

"Eat yours. I can't always eat with you outside and establish a bad image for my son." Song Yi jokingly dribbled Xiao Chen, and said in the tone of someone who has experienced it, "I'll know when you have a son."

Single dog Xiao Chen expressed his envy with his real name. Although he doesn't want a son now, he wants a girlfriend.

"Brother Yi, I heard that the nickname exam has improved a lot compared to before, and they have entered the top ten in the grade?"

"Of course." Song Yi's face was very bright, "This kid is much better than me in the past. I now accompany him to do homework every day, so that he knows that his father cares about him no less than his mother."

Colleagues gave thumbs up: "Brother Yi, it's too difficult for you."

It is really not easy to do a job with a low salary, raise your son alone, be both a mother and a father.

Song Yi warned them: "I am not here tonight. Everyone eats more. I have eaten my portion too. I will not let you go if I eat less!"

The colleagues in the Security Department went out laughing and laughing.

Xiao Chen sighed quite emotionally: "Brother Yi is really too righteous."

"You should learn a little." The middle-aged security guard next to him deeply educated him, "This is the sacrifice of the leader. For the sake of the people, they are willing to sacrifice their time. When you understand, you can also be a group leader."

Xiao Chen scratched his head thoughtfully.

After they left, the security department office returned to silence.

Song Yi turned his chair and sat by the window smoking gulp. He watched colleagues from other departments clock in and get off work one after another, and saw groups of people coming in.

The studio was requisitioned tonight, and a award ceremony for the B-City Youth Calligraphy and Painting Competition will be organized. Relevant persons in charge will stay and work overtime, and the school will organize students to be viewers together, so the building is noisy and noisy.

It was almost dark before it gradually calmed down.

Under the street light, Song Yi saw the person he was waiting for was slowly coming here and waved to them through the window.

This is the third time that Su Yumian has come to this studio, and she is in a complicated mood. The first time she has come, not only has she been unable to defend her rights, but she is bitten back; the second time she has come, she thought she could end all this, but she doesn't want to touch a wall.

When Song Yi expressed his willingness to help on the phone yesterday, she still felt unreal.

The first two times were both disappointed. Whether the public opinion could be reversed depends entirely on the surveillance tonight. What's more, this was a secret operation. In order to avoid being eye-catching, she deliberately did not tell Tang Lin and Jiang Wenyu. Without the approval of her superiors, she copied the video without authorization. If someone discovered it, Song Yi would be implicated by them.

Along the way, many problems broke out in her mind, and a big stone was pressing heavily on her heart.

Song Yi was already waiting for them in the office, and in the desktop computer in front of him, he contained the evidence they wanted.

Yi Liao noticed Su Yumian's uneasiness and patted her on the shoulder, diverting her attention: "Did you bring the hard drive?"

"Um."

"I'll go outside and call me if you have something to do."

"good."

Yi Liao touched his pocket, took out a candy and stuffed it into her hand.

Su Yumian was a little surprised. This was a new candy she had just planted grass in her circle of friends a few days ago.

Yi Liao's eyes were gentle: "Don't worry, it will be fine."

Song Yi arranged Song Qingming to do his homework aside, and then started to rip the video. Su Yumian leaned over and couldn't help asking: "The surveillance video usually does not include sounds, right?"

"right."

Her heart sank into the bottom of the valley. If there was no sound, just relying on video, I don’t know how many people would be willing to believe her.

However, Song Yi changed his tone and said optimistically: "But you are lucky. I bought extra pickups before, and I happened to put one in that room."

Su Yumian was stunned: "In other words... there will be a sound?"

"Theoretically, there will be no matter if the pickup fails." Song Yi clicked on a file package, "Hey, everyone here that day."

The surveillance pixels are not too high, but the human figure can be vaguely seen. Song Yi pressed the fast forward button and turned directly to around 3 o'clock that afternoon, and miyuki's figure appeared on the screen.

A burst of noise sounded, and the volume was turned to the maximum, and only some blurry sounds could be heard.

Song Yi said "tsk": "You are standing a little far from the pickup, and the sound seems to be unclear."

Su Yumian directly put his ear on the speaker. Song Qingming, who had been sitting beside doing homework, also stopped writing. The office suddenly became extremely quiet, with only a sparse recording.

Jiang Wenyu: "Why did you suddenly close the door? If you don't feel guilty, why close the door?"

Li Qian: "In the morning, we already made it clear on the phone..."

"You have to be a person with conscience. You came to invite us with a song, and you can't just forget it."

...

Miyuki's agent speaks very lightly and is difficult to enter.

"I can give you the money, but the same sentence is still there, please restore my signature."

"This is a one-time transaction, there is no reason to return and exchange... The money has been settled and the transaction has been completed."

...

Su Yumian tightened his nerves, but why did he lose the most critical part! What money has been settled? What transaction has been completed? Is God deliberately teasing her?

When she was in a hurry and was about to continue listening, Yizha called in.

"Someone is coming, please hide."

The Security Department is on the first floor, and the place where the award ceremony is held is on the second floor.

An auditorium staff walked down with a seven or eight-year-old child.

Yi Liao turned his back and pulled up the zipper of the black jacket, which happened to cover his mouth, and tried hard to reduce his presence, pretending to bow his head inadvertently and play with his phone.

But the staff still came up and said to him, "Are you the parent of this child?"

Yi Liao shook his head silently, his eyes drooped, and he glanced at the little girl.

The staff said "Oh" and stood next to him, saying familiar words: "This child is not feeling well, so he notified his parents to pick him up, why haven't he come yet..."

Yidao is not very good at chatting with strangers, so he simply becomes a silent listener, occasionally "um" a little or two.

There was wind coming in at the door. The staff member was afraid that the child would be cold, so he pointed to the direction of the security department inside and suggested to the child: "There is an office there, let's go in and sit and wait."

As he said that, the staff took the girl's hand and walked inside.

Yi Liao was stunned for a moment, but could not find a reason to stop them. He kept aiming at the small square window at the door of the security department, not knowing whether Su Yumian had found a place to hide.

The staff took two steps and stopped, looked down at the child and asked, "What's wrong?"

The little girl paused for a few seconds, suddenly turned her head and stared at Yi Liao, with the curiosity and excitement on her face constantly magnifying.

She suddenly called out, "Uncle Yi Liao!" Then she rushed over like a small cannon, plucking over with her calves, firmly grasping Yi Liao's calves.

Yi Liao almost petrified and looked awkwardly at the staff's gradually shocked face.

"Mr. Yi Liao?" the staff walked up quickly and asked in disbelief, "Is it really Mr. Yi Liao, a thin gold-body calligrapher?"

Now that things have come to this point, Yi Liao can only nod his head in embarrassment. He suddenly regrets not wearing a mask to go out today.

"I really didn't expect to see you here! Have you ever seen it? We are commending the award-winning works of young calligraphers in the city."

Before Yi Liao could think of how to answer, the small cannon on his leg shouted again: "Uncle Yi Liao! I like you very much! I learned calligraphy because I admire you!"

The little fleshy face was flushed because she was too excited to see her idol. The little girl took out a piece of rice paper from her schoolbag, shook solemnly, and spread it out. She wrote the sentence Yidao most often practiced with a brush: Spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is painted and listens to the rain and sleeps.

The pen tip is very tender, and the traces of trying to imitate him are heavy, but after all, they are just a child.

Yi Liao squatted down, patted her head, and asked, "Why do I say that I learned calligraphy because of me?"

Xiaogangpao blurted out without thinking, "Because you are handsome!"

Easy Chat:...

He used his fingers as a pen to compare the words on the paper: "Don't write any thin gold style first. Practice the regular script first, write steadily, don't drag it on, try to make the handwriting straight, like this, horizontal and vertical."

Xiaogangpao was a little distressed: "The teacher said that I was too 'floating' in writing, and I couldn't stabilize it."

"Practice slowly, don't rush to achieve success." Yi Liao comforted, "I was very happy at the beginning. My grandfather told me that writing is like being a human being. You must calm down and be honest."

The girl doesn't understand.
To be continued...