UCS Chapter 95

In any case, though Gao Shi and Gao Gusheng’s lives would be chaotic enough to make chickens fly and dogs jump if they were anyone else, since these two felt completely undisturbed, it could also be called peaceful and harmonious.

So this time, when Gao Gusheng mentioned the school incident, it made Gao Shi very alert.

He instructed Deputy Captain Lu but still felt uneasy. After thinking it over, he simply got up to find Ying Bujie.

Ying Bujie was becoming increasingly clingy to Gao Shi. While he used to occasionally order takeout at home, now he completely abandoned his master and followed Gao Shi to work through wind and rain.

Poor empty-nest Daoist could only live alone in the three-story villa, eating chips and fried chicken, drinking milk tea and cola, with no one to talk to, only able to play games and read novels, using the home theater to stage “Victory.”

Due to their special work, the Anomaly Management Bureau had set up special family rooms for anomaly police. If officers went on missions and had no one to watch their families, they could be sent to family rooms, and during work hours, families could also be brought to rest in family rooms.

Ying Bujie was in the family room.

When Gao Shi pushed open the door, he saw expressionless Ying Bujie surrounded by a group of little ones sitting in rows watching TV. Someone had put a little pig headband on Ying Bujie’s head, making him look both funny and adorable.

Gao Shi couldn’t help but smile.

Everyone heard the sound of the door opening and looked over in unison. Ying Bujie’s eyes immediately lit up. He peeled off two little ones clinging to him, placed them on the sofa, and walked toward Gao Shi. For a moment, Gao Shi had the illusion of seeing a kindergarten dismissal—a child seeing the parent who came to pick them up.

“Daoist Ying, there’s something I’d like to trouble you with.”

Gao Shi briefly explained what had happened to Gao Gusheng, then said, “…So, could you go to the criminal police brigade and see if there’s anything strange about that perpetrator?”

Ying Bujie nodded, then cupped Gao Shi’s hands and pressed them against his own face.

After all this time, Gao Shi had grown accustomed to Ying Bujie’s intimacy before going out. Yet whenever the back of his hand touched that warm, soft skin, he still couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat.

Ying Bujie put his hands down and said seriously, “I’ll be back shortly.”

Then he vanished into thin air.

Just then, he heard Huang Shan’s voice.

“Captain, is Xiao Ran done with training?”

“No, I came down to find Daoist Ying about something.”

Huang Shan’s daughter was also in the family room downstairs.

Huang Shan’s daughter was five years old this year, very well-behaved and adorable. Colleagues with children at home couldn’t help but say when they saw her that indeed some children are born to repay kindness.

Huang Shan’s daughter was named Huang Yiyi, taken from the line “When I went away of old, the willows were fresh and green.” Compared to Huang Shan’s face which could only be called decent and pleasant, Yiyi was very beautiful—skin white as snow, eyes bright and dark, almost like a snow doll made of ice and snow.

Seeing Huang Shan, Yiyi who had been drawing stood up and ran toward him. Huang Shan’s eyes crinkled with a smile as he crouched down to pick up Yiyi. “What did Yiyi do this morning?”

“Teacher taught us to draw roosters and the sun. There were no afternoon classes, so Teacher Yuan brought us back.”

Yiyi showed her drawing to Huang Shan and Gao Shi. Gao Shi took one look and, to avoid hurting the child’s self-esteem, silently looked away.

How to put it…

Whether Yiyi’s drawing belonged to the abstract school was unclear, but it was certainly quite abstract. If Yiyi hadn’t said it was a big rooster and the sun, Gao Shi would have thought it was oranges and fireworks.

Gao Shi really couldn’t understand how Huang Shan, as their team’s crime sketch artist with maxed-out drawing talent, could have a daughter who inherited none of his abilities.

Looking at this drawing, even Huang Shan could only smile wryly, “Your drawing talent is really just like your…”

His latter half sentence dissipated in the wind.

Perhaps Huang Shan was thinking of Yiyi’s mother.

Actually, Gao Shi had once speculated that perhaps Huang Shan’s never-mentioned beloved was the reason he entered the Anomaly Management Bureau.

The father-daughter pair chatted intimately—mainly Yiyi talking while Huang Shan smiled and listened. This little girl who seemed quiet and didn’t like to talk apparently had endless things to say when she met her daddy. Having finished his business, Gao Shi planned to go back and see how that kid Ran Qiu was doing with his training.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, an unexpected figure appeared in the corridor ahead.

Feiyu.

Gao Shi’s first meeting with Feiyu couldn’t be called pleasant, but since they would be working together in the future and had no deep grudges between them, there was no need to hold onto it.

The always arrogant Feiyu, seeing Gao Shi, somewhat awkwardly nodded first as a greeting.

Gao Shi returned the greeting, then saw Feiyu walking toward him.

“That… *cough*.”

Feiyu looked rather awkward. “Where’s that Huang Shan from your team?”

In the Wu family incident last time, Feiyu and Huang Shan had broken the ice. During the month Gao Shi was away on business, these two had made rapid progress in their relationship. Chang Yang said once when he returned from a mission, he even saw Feiyu and Huang Shan walking toward the Anomaly Management Bureau together.

When Yin Ling met with Gao Shi, he also mentioned this matter. But in Yin Ling’s account, Feiyu spoke relatively little about Huang Shan to them. Whenever he brought it up, it was either “That old man is stupid as hell—if not for me, he would have become monster fertilizer” or “Huang Blockhead gave me a wood carving to thank me—it’s ugly as hell.”

This certain someone complained the carving was ugly while wearing it and deliberately flaunting it in front of them for a full half month.

Feiyu’s mouth, if it touched a diamond, could crack it open¹Means Feiyu’s tongue is razor sharp.

In Yin Ling’s account, Feiyu seemed like a superhero who saved people from fire and water, always catching one person to rescue. The scene descriptions were full of old romance novel vibes—if one had to describe it, “The Arrogant Iceberg’s Confused Little Sweet Wife” could compete.

After listening, Gao Shi shook off his goosebumps.

In the eyes of Chang Yang, Ran Qiu and the others, Huang Shan and Feiyu were like an old father with a rebellious son. If not for Huang Shan’s good temper, he really couldn’t tolerate Feiyu’s foul mouth.

Also, that little wood carving was originally homework Huang Shan made for his daughter’s kindergarten. Feiyu walked over to take a look and reluctantly accepted it. When Huang Shan tried to say the thank-you gift wasn’t that one, Feiyu mistakenly thought he wanted to take it back. The always proud Feiyu couldn’t stand such treatment—he glared angrily, stuffed the wood carving into his arms, then flew away, looking like ghosts were chasing him.

Huang Shan had to ask Gao Gusheng to help him carve another one.

But according to Gao Gusheng, Uncle Huang’s carving skills had improved tremendously—the second one was much prettier than the first. Who knew if Feiyu would bristle when he saw it.

Gao Shi tapped his son’s head, telling him to be more respectful and at least add an honorific when discussing Feiyu.

Gao Gusheng readily complied and changed his words—who knew if Uncle Feiyu would bristle when he saw it.

Thinking of his son, Gao Shi remembered that Yiyi loved the little wood carving her dad made, hugging it tightly every day. Since it wasn’t large anyway, Huang Shan simply braided a cord to hang the little carving around Yiyi’s neck as a pendant.

Could his trouble-making unlucky son’s prediction come true today?

Gao Shi pointed toward the family rest room. “Brother Huang is inside with his child. You can wait a bit.”

Who knew that Feiyu, who had been acting awkward with suspicious red cheeks, upon hearing Gao Shi’s words, asked in disbelief, “What?! He has a child?!!”

Feiyu’s face became even redder, but Gao Shi felt these two instances of blushing probably weren’t for the same reason.

What timing—just then, the family room door opened and Huang Shan walked out carrying Yiyi.

“Yiyi, you…”

“Huang Shan!”

Feiyu was furious, the red cord tying his little braid swinging back and forth, “You have a child?!”

Huang Shan was bewildered by this head-on interrogation, “Feiyu… yes, I have a child.”

Like every father showing off his child, he bounced his precious daughter up a bit and said to Feiyu, “This is my child, called Yiyi.”

When he said this, he looked at Feiyu with an indescribable expression—Gao Shi could only read a layer of expectation.

Feiyu’s eyes were red at the corners, “You have a child already, and you still…”

He forced himself to calm down and pressed, “Did you and the child’s mother… break up?”

Before Huang Shan could speak, Yiyi answered first, “No! Daddy says he loves Mommy the most, and Daddy and Mommy both love Yiyi the most!”

Yiyi pouted, looking very wary of this strange brother who was questioning her parents’ relationship.

Hearing this, Feiyu’s suppressed anger exploded instantly, “You already have a lover and you still… what are you doing with me?!”

Just then, due to Huang Shan’s movement, the little wood carving hanging from Yiyi’s chest fell outside her clothes and swayed in front of her chest. Feiyu’s gaze caught it, and he roared in frustration, “You even gave someone else a wood carving! And it’s more complete than the one you gave me!!”

Feiyu was so angry that the feathers by his ears and scales at his eye corners bristled. If Gao Gusheng had been present, he would have exclaimed in amazement—Uncle Feiyu’s head looked twice as big!

After saying this, without waiting for Huang Shan and the others to react, Feiyu violently threw his little wood carving to the ground and ran away.

Having witnessed everything, Gao Shi remained silent for a long time. He looked at Huang Shan and asked with difficulty, “Brother Huang, what… what did you do to him?”

Also, had Feiyu been crying just now? His eyes were all red.

How wronged must he have felt? A person hundreds of years old, and he ran away in tears like a little kid?

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