It was as if a cold steel needle pierced his back, causing Wen Ruan to be surrounded by a cold pain all over his body.
She bit her lips until she turned white, her nose reached to her eye sockets, and she was hit by a sharp soreness, but she ruthlessly endured it with all her strength, not shedding a single tear.
But no matter how much he endured, there was still a mist in front of his eyes. Wen Ruan took a deep breath, then turned his head and looked towards Tiantianxia.
And at this moment, Fu Zhihuan suddenly clenched Wen Ruan's hand, then pulled her back to his side, raised his hand to clasp the back of her head, and lightly pressed down on his shoulder.
"Don't look, Wen Ruan."
Even if you don't have to look at it, you can imagine how tragic the scene was.
It must be a scorching eye socket, a shocking red.
When Fu Zhihuan first asked Wen Ruan to wait in the coffee shop, it was because he expected that there was a 50% probability that they would have no way to stop Lu Kechen's plan.
However, for Wen Ruan, what happened three years ago was always a knot in her heart, that's why she wanted to reach out to Lu Kechen so much.
At that time, Fu Zhihuan didn't want Wen Ruan to see the possible ending.
Wen Ruan seemed to have guessed the reason.
But the soreness at the tip of her nose could no longer be restrained, she blinked, two tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, and then all emotions seemed to open the floodgate at this moment.
Wen Ruan bit her lower lip desperately, and finally couldn't restrain herself anymore, sobbing in a low voice.
Subconsciously, she raised her hand, gripped Fu Zhihuan's shirt tightly, and squeezed out one fold after another, her voice was hoarse with unbearable pain and self-blame: "It would be fine if I persisted a little more last night."
"And just now, I could have stopped him earlier."
Ambulance personnel rushed up behind him, stopped Xu Binrui's bleeding, and carried him onto a stretcher.
The police were also busy splitting up their actions, some went down to protect the scene, and some began to report to the leaders and senior management.
Fu Zhihuan loosened his grip on the back of Wen Ruan's head, then slid all the way down, holding her back, his eyes dimmed, and he said in a low voice, "It's okay, it's not your fault."
The skylight tore a gap in the clouds, and the sun poured in, sadly giving the last mercy, but it seemed like a ladder that could climb to heaven.
As if walking along it all the way up, pushing away the layers of haze on the top of the head, you can see a world with warm spring and blooming flowers, blue sky and white clouds.
Everyone says that good girls will go to heaven.
Before closing his eyes, Lu Kechen probably thought the same way.
Maybe you can see that she is sitting with her knees hugged in a dream scene full of spring, surrounded by overwhelming white, but her white teeth and bright eyes are even more beautiful.
She raised her face to see who was coming, then she frowned and asked with a smile:
"Are you feeling better tomorrow?"
"Well, it will be better."
As the prosecutor in charge of this case, Fu Zhihuan was called back to a meeting by the higher-ups urgently after Lu Kechen's incident ended, to prepare how to respond to the reporters and the public.
Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Wen Ruan: "After finishing the record, wait for me at the police station, and I will pick you up."
By the time Wen Ruan finished taking notes, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.
She was leaning on the bench, as if all the strength had been taken out of her body at this moment, she bent down little by little, with her palms weakly supporting her forehead.
"You are Lu Kechen's father, right? Come here with us."
Finally, after Lu's father sent his son's body to the funeral home, he came to the police station to cooperate with the investigation according to the procedure.
Wen Ruan looked up, but happened to meet the father's eyes.
Lu's father's eyes were covered with clearly visible red blood, and compared to yesterday, his temples were even grayer. Even passers-by who don't know his identity can easily see his grief at the moment and the pain on the verge of collapse.
He glanced in Wen Ruan's direction, his throat rolled, but he didn't say anything after all, and followed the police to the interrogation room.
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, and heard the footsteps from far to near very clearly, and then the sound of the door lock bumping when the door closed.
There was a "click".
But it was as if a pair of scissors had cut the tight string in her mind neatly. Her throat was blocked, and she felt as if she was suffocating.
Qin Sushan also asked, why do you want to help Lu Kechen so much? That incident three years ago is long gone.
Wen Ruan couldn't say it, but she remembered very clearly that when the two parted after the trial, the young and immature boy called out his name.
Then, he bowed deeply to himself.
Some things just can't be staged.
No one is not full of expectations for this world and full of yearning for the future at the beginning.
Everyone wants to live a good life.
"how's it going?"
"The hospital said that the child stabbed by Lu Kechen is out of danger."
"Hey, it's such a mess, haven't the reporters at the door left yet?"
"Nothing, where are those people willing to go if they don't dig for materials?"
Out of danger.
This should have been a joyful thing.
But after getting rid of those so-called sense of justice, Wen Ruan suddenly felt inexplicably sad. She closed her eyes, leaned her forehead on her clasped hands, but couldn't hold back anymore, a tear fell from the corner of her eyes.
She took a deep breath, wiped away her tears with her thumb, adjusted her breathing, and tried to contain her emotions.
And at this moment, someone sat down beside him.
Although the man didn't say a word, Wen Ruan was able to know who it was very clearly.
In that familiar atmosphere, there is an inexplicable sense of security that can make people feel calm, as if it is a soul that can understand their own sadness and pain, making people want to take off all their disguises.
Fu Zhihuan didn't speak, nor asked about Wen Ruan's condition, but just stayed with her so quietly until fifteen minutes passed.
"Are you finished with work?"
Wen Ruan finally controlled her emotions, then wiped the corners of her eyes, raised her head with a forced smile, and asked, "Why didn't you call me?"
Fu Zhihuan just looked at her quietly, didn't say anything extra comforting, just stretched out his hand calmly, and said, "Let's go, let's go home."
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, her gaze fell on Fu Zhihuan's palm, and she suddenly felt the tip of her nose astringent.
After a long time, she laughed, nodded, and stuffed her hand into Fu Zhihuan's: "Okay."
As expected, as soon as he left the police station, countless cameras were aimed at Wen Ruan's face.
The flashes flashed alternately, the microphone was straightly handed in front of her, the surrounding people were noisy, and there were occasional "clicks" of cameras.
Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to shield Wen Ruan from the microphones that almost poked her cheek.
"I heard that you were at the scene of the crime, can you tell us about the situation in detail?"
"As far as we know, you were Lu Kechen's defense lawyer three years ago. What do you know about him? Is he really the victim as rumored? Then why didn't you bring it up in court three years ago? What? Is it because your investigation was wrong?"
As Wen Ruan walked forward, the suppressed restlessness in his heart seemed to be ignited.
very noisy.
"May I ask why you still chose to be Lu Kechen's attorney after three years? Did you know something in advance? Did you expect these behaviors in advance? As a lawyer, why didn't you stop Lu Kechen?" behavior?"
please.
Don't ask any more.
"Miss Wen Ruan, would you please answer our question?"
The voices of people in her ears were noisy, and the endless questions surrounding her at this moment seemed to turn into the chirping of cicadas and piercing screams in summer in Wen Ruan's ears, causing her temples to feel a tearing pain.
The emotions that had just been adjusted were repeatedly pushed to the brink of collapse under this series of questioning.
But at this moment, Wen Ruan's eyes were shrouded in pitch darkness, and then something seemed to be on her body, completely covering her.
Fu Zhihuan took off his coat, put it gently on Wen Ruan's body, then clasped her back, and swept her in front of him, completely blocking her face.
"Excuse me."
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes, his brows were slightly lowered, his long and narrow eyes were full of shock-like sharpness at the moment, just two words, all the people around him fell silent in unison.
Wen Ruan was slightly taken aback.
Fu Zhihuan's hand carried a fiery temperature, leading her all the way forward.
The noise around her gradually became smaller and smaller, and the evening wind blew through the broken hair on her forehead, and the itchy feeling scratched from her cheeks to her heart.
Only now did I realize that he was such a gentle person.
"Thanks."
It was not until after getting into the car that Wen Ruan spoke softly and said so.
"Mr. Qin Biyang contacted the reporter."
Fu Zhihuan did not respond to Wen Ruan's thank you, but suddenly opened his mouth and mentioned another matter to her.
Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, her dull eyes seemed to be ignited at this moment, she raised her head and looked in the direction of Fu Zhihuan in astonishment: "What?"
"He said that he decided to tell the reporter that Lu Kechen did not explain that Qin Wan committed suicide three years ago in order not to expose Qin Wan's humiliation to the public. Instead, he admitted that it was his own fault. Come and return Lu Kechen's innocence for being late."
"Also, Qin Biyang is also planning to contact Father Lu to expose his daughter's diary during her lifetime."
Qin Biyang admitted to the police that he had met Xu Binrui not long ago, and they used Qin Wan's photo to blackmail him for a sum of money.
Although three years have passed, as a father and a husband, I still cannot forget that sad past.
Qin Biyang did think of avenging his daughter.
But Lu Kechen found him at this time.
"Mr. Qin, you now have a new family who loves you, and you have something to worry about. It's not worth it."
Qin Biyang turned his head, looked at his wife and daughter watching TV with smiling faces in the room, and silently gave up this idea.
But unexpectedly, at that time, Lu Kechen was not a person who "let go of the past" and patiently persuaded him.
It's that he knows that this thing that shouldn't be done will eventually be done by himself. Before that, he didn't want Qin Wan's family to be hurt again.
Therefore, when Qin Biyang saw the news, he had already guessed all of this.
"I blame myself very much. If I had persuaded the child a few more words when I guessed the sign, don't use this face to tell him that I have forgiven him, maybe things will not turn out like this."
Therefore, he wanted to return Lu Kechen's innocence.
After listening to Fu Zhihuan's words, Wen Ruan's accumulated emotions surged up again. She pursed her lips, turned her head after a while, and tried to make her voice sound calm: "Well, I see."
The car drove all the way to the bottom of the apartment building.
Fu Zhihuan pulled out the car key and glanced at the people beside him: "Aren't you going to get out of the car?"
Wen Ruan lowered his eyes and shook his head. Although he tried his best to suppress the waves, his voice still trembled unavoidably: "I'll sit down for a while, can you give me the car keys first? I'll come later Just lock the door, you go back first."
"good."
Fu Zhihuan glanced at her, but didn't ask any further questions. He put the car keys beside him, turned around and got out of the car.
The surrounding fell into silence.
The lights in the car dimmed, and darkness enveloped Wen Ruan, as if to swallow her up.
"pata"
A tear fell on the back of his hand.
After a choked sob, Wen Ruan finally couldn't contain his emotions, and could let go of those forbearances and cry aloud.
There are many things mixed together, and finally at this moment, I can vent without reservation.
Dark clouds piled on top of the moon, and the night was heavy.
Wen Ruan reached out and took out a few tissues, exhaled, calmed down, cleared her throat, and got out of the car.
"boom-"
As soon as the car door was closed, Wen Ruan looked up and found Fu Zhihuan leaning against the back seat door, with a cigarette burning at his fingertips, most of which had already been burned.
Seeing Wen Ruan come out, he lowered his head, wringed out the cigarette, and then stood up straight.
"You didn't leave?" Wen Ruan froze for a moment.
"Um."
Fu Zhihuan laughed and said, "You are still here, how could I leave?"
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