She seemed to have returned to her youth, when the girl raised her head and unswervingly expressed her decision to her father.
Zhao Hong kept staring at her, his thick palms trembling violently.
This scene had appeared in his dreams countless times after his daughter's death.
So much so that when he looked at the scene in front of him, he knew that he didn't know whether he was in reality or in a dream.
"Let's go, there's no point in saying this. Director Zhao has decided to leave, and your wish will be ruined."
Lu Fan sighed, then looked at Zhao Hong: "Then we won't bother you. After you resign, I will hold a retirement ceremony for you and let you return to your hometown in glory."
"Let's go."
He stood up and was about to leave.
"Wait!"
Zhao Hong suddenly stopped, with a flash of struggle in his eyes: "One month, I can take her for a month to let her get familiar with the environment here, and participate in the investigation of the case, which can be regarded as making the last contribution to the younger generations."
More importantly, he didn't say anything. For some reason, Zhao Hong seemed to see countless shadows of his daughter in the girl in front of him.
Especially that oath, it made him feel dazed for a while, as if the girl standing in front of him was none other than his daughter who had sacrificed for a long time.
"Did you agree?"
Lu Fan looked curious, but he had expected all this.
It is obviously impossible for Zhao Hong, the leader of the city bureau, to accept his daughter's resurrection.
He is old, and he has been immersed in the grief of losing his daughter for so long, and his spirit and body have long been broken.
I simply can no longer bear any degree of stimulation and blow.
So he planned to proceed step by step, let Zhao Yuelin approach Zhao Hong first with his cousin's body, let Zhao Hong first accept Zhao Yuelin, who has almost the same personality and soul as his daughter, and give him an adaptation process to make him feel that his daughter is not dead yet, or
Dedicate the four years of your daughter's life to the current Zhao Yuelin.
Waiting until the time is right to tell Zhao Hong all this will make him feel much better.
"Why don't you hurry up and thank Director Zhao."
Lu Fan quickly looked at Zhao Yuelin and reminded him.
"Thank you, thank you Director Zhao."
Zhao Yuelin whispered.
"Well, you go back and rest first. I'll make preparations and report back tomorrow."
Zhao Hong said solemnly.
"Okay, see you tomorrow then."
Lu Fan took Zhao Yuelin out of the office and closed the door.
The moment the door closed, Zhao Hong, who was standing, suddenly seemed to have been drained of all his strength and sat down on the office chair.
He stared at the closed door with dull eyes, and his dull lips quivered: "Really, are you really back, Yue Lin..."
Leave the city bureau.
Lu Fan asked Zhao Yuelin to sit in the passenger seat and sighed softly: "It's a pity that the body was cremated, otherwise there would be no need for such trouble."
"It doesn't matter, this is already good."
Zhao Yuelin shook his head: "I never dreamed that I would have the opportunity to stay with my father. I thought I would be a lonely ghost for the rest of my life, and then be discovered by some heavenly master and beat to pieces..."
"I am very satisfied to be able to see my father again."
She looked at Lu Fan with complex eyes: "Thank you."
"You don't have to look at me like that."
Lu Fan smiled softly and said: "This is what I should do. It can be regarded as making up for a regret in my heart. Live well and stay with your father. He can't live without you."