"Hiss—"
Wen Ruan tore off the last piece of gauze for Fu Zhihuan.
The blazing heat from her back was transmitted to her palm very clearly through the skin-to-skin contact, burning until the tip of her heart was slightly hot.
The pain caused by the tearing made Fu Zhihuan lightly "hiss" and frowned lightly.
Wen Ruan threw out two extremely cold words: "Be patient."
Fu Zhihuan chuckled, his chest trembled slightly, and he echoed her in a low voice: "Okay, okay."
Wen Ruan put the torn gauze aside, and replaced Fu Zhihuan with ointment, perhaps because he was still angry, and he did not strike lightly: "Now you know it hurts? What did you do earlier? You almost got into a fight!"
After finishing speaking, she paused, counted in her heart, and then said righteously: "It's still twice!"
The cold plaster directly touched the wound, and there was a burning pain. Fu Zhihuan frowned even more tightly, but held back his silence.
He smiled helplessly.
The little girl's hands are really heavy.
Hearing the anger in Wen Ruan's words, Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry."
As soon as the dog man apologized, Wen Ruan had nothing to do with him.
What's more, every time he apologized, he was still sincere, and he couldn't find a single point of stabbing.
Wen Ruan changed the plaster for him in silence, before asking tentatively after a long time: "Hey, who is that man you met today? I don't usually see you so impulsive."
Then after thinking about it, I realized that there was a loophole in my words, so I added a sentence: "Except when I'm drunk."
Now Fu Zhihuan was silent. He raised his hand and rubbed his neck, closed his eyes, seemed to take a deep breath, then raised his eyelids, and looked at the lamp above his head.
From beginning to end, without saying a word.
Wen Ruan didn't know which part of his heart his question had hit, but he could clearly feel his depression at the moment.
...Maybe it's a question I shouldn't be asking
"In that case, I won't ask."
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, with a little disappointment in her tone.
Fu Zhihuan seems to always be burdened with a lot of things, but he is never willing to mention anything to himself.
But Wen Ruan didn't like this appearance, as if there was always a barrier between the two of them, even though they said they liked it, there was still an insurmountable gap.
She pursed her lower lip and continued changing the ointment without saying a word.
However, as soon as he tore off the sticker, he suddenly heard Fu Zhihuan, who had been silent all this time, say, "Have my uncle and aunt mentioned it to you? In fact, I have a biological sister."
Wen Ruan froze for a moment, then raised his eyes.
Fu Zhihuan turned his head slightly. Although he didn't turn around completely, he could still clearly capture the rare turmoil and sadness in those two-way eyes that looked at the ancient well without waves when he said these words.
...sister
Wen Ruan recalled.
Her parents didn't say these things, but she had heard about them, and she also heard a few words from her friends who were always gossips.
They said that the Fu family had a daughter more than 20 years ago.
But Wen Ruan was not interested in these gossips, and he didn't have a deep relationship with the Fu family at that time, so he didn't care about other people's housework, and never took this rumor to heart.
Now that Fu Zhihuan mentioned it like this, I realized that it should be true.
Wen Ruan was stunned for a long time before tentatively asking softly: "And then?"
Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes: "Twenty years ago, we went to an amusement park once."
The amusement park was full of people. Although Fu Zhihuan was leading Fu Yuqing all the way, he still separated from his parents in the blink of an eye.
He had his mobile phone with him at the time, so he wasn't in a hurry.
Because there are too many people around and the landmarks are not obvious, after talking with my parents on the phone, I decided to go to the largest nearby cherry tree to meet.
However, just halfway there, Fu Yuqing fell in love with the sugar paintings on the side of the road, and pestered Fu Zhihuan to buy a sugar painting for herself, and wanted the grandfather to draw her own appearance.
But children are often the most impatient. After looking at the sugar painting for a while, they start to feel lost. When they looked up, they found that the cherry blossom tree was opposite, so they wanted to go to their parents first.
"You're too slow, brother! I'll go under the tree and wait for you with Mom and Dad. Remember to bring me the sugar painting later!"
As soon as Fu Zhihuan didn't pay attention, before she had time to hold Fu Yuqing, she rushed out from under her eyelids.
When she looked up, she could only see Fu Yuqing's back running towards the cherry tree.
Wear a pink dress that any little girl will love.
Then, it was nowhere to be found.
The carefully drawn sugar painting did not wait for the little master in the end.
"After that day, we never found her again."
But listening to the voice, Wen Ruan could clearly feel Fu Zhihuan's depression at the moment.
He rested one hand on his knee, the dim yellow desk lamp illuminated his side face, but could not illuminate the haze in his eyes.
For some reason, Wen Ruan also became sad: "Did you get lost?"
Fu Zhihuan opened his eyes, turned his head to look at her, the corners of his lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak.
Wen Ruan comforted him talking to herself, she cheered herself up, and said with some certainty in her tone: "Think about the good, she will be adopted by a very good person! She must be safe and sound now, there are already The person I like! Maybe one day I will come back by myself."
"Your sister must be very, very cute and likable, those bad guys must not have the heart to bully her..."
She seemed to be concerned about Fu Zhihuan's emotions, so she pretended to be positive and optimistic at the moment, and each tone rose slightly.
It can be seen that he is trying his best to make Fu Zhihuan happy.
"Wen Ruan."
The emotion in Fu Zhihuan's eyes softened a little. He looked at Wen Ruan who had been nagging and comforting him, and interrupted: "She passed away."
All Wen Ruan's words got stuck in his throat.
She slowly put down her hand, leaned on the side of the bed, lowered her eyes, and after a long silence, said softly: "Sorry, I don't know."
Fu Zhihuan laughed, turned around, bent down and reached out to rub Wen Ruan's head: "It's okay, thank you."
Wen Ruan: "So, who is the murderer?"
Fu Zhihuan didn't speak, but straightened up and picked up the pajamas beside him and put them on.
He buttoned his buttons slowly, and after a long time, he said slowly, "I didn't catch it."
"Not caught?"
"Well, the monitoring equipment was not in place back then, the amusement park had a lot of traffic, and the place where the body was found was also a monitoring blind spot. In addition, there was no reference evidence at the scene, so until today, the murderer has not been identified."
Wen Ruan seemed to understand something: "So do you think that the man we met today could be the murderer?"
Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes: "Maybe not, but he must be an insider."
Wen Ruan: "Then why not..."
"The presumption of innocence."
These five words made Wen Ruan quiet for a moment.
As a lawyer, she certainly knew what this term meant.
In the absence of any evidence, no matter how suspicious this person is, there is no way to interrogate and deal with him as a prisoner.
As a prosecutor, Fu Zhihuan must know this best.
Wen Ruan raised her eyes and quietly looked in Fu Zhihuan's direction.
Fu Zhihuan looked very calm at the moment, but she could clearly feel how much depression that she had endured so far was hidden behind those seemingly calm eyes when she mentioned this past event.
Wen Ruan pursed her lower lip, stretched out her finger and lightly poked his arm: "Hello."
Fu Zhihuan turned to look at her, and then smiled, but the smile was a bit cold: "What's wrong?"
Wen Ruan said quietly: "Would you like to cry, I won't laugh at you. Or talk to me more, scolding that man is fine, I can scold with you! I can scold people very well!"
Fu Zhihuan couldn't laugh or cry: "Why?"
Wen Ruan frowned, thought for a while, and then said with great earnestness with her fingers: "Because, I think if it were me, I would be very sad right now. But I'm not very good at comforting people, but I'm not very good at comforting people with you. It’s totally fine to scold people together!”
Fu Zhihuan didn't speak, just looked at her very quietly.
"Or do you want to eat snacks? I just passed by your house and saw a 24-hour cake shop. Otherwise, I will order it for you now! It will be very happy to eat desserts when you are unhappy! But if you have a fever Can I have cake? Let me check... hey?"
Before Wen Ruan finished speaking, his wrist was suddenly grabbed, and then he was pulled towards Fu Zhihuan by a strong force.
In the next second, she fell into Fu Zhihuan's arms, her back pressed against his chest, and her warm breath hit her earlobe, causing a numb feeling.
Fu Zhihuan gathered his arms, closed his eyes, rested his chin on Wen Ruan's shoulder, and hugged her tightly.
The surrounding temperature suddenly rose.
Wen Ruan bit her lower lip tightly, her face flushed red, she was both ashamed and annoyed: "Why are you like this, I'm kind enough to comfort you, but you still touch your hands! Believe it or not, I'll tell your parents! "
"do not move."
Fu Zhihuan's voice was a little hoarse, and when he spoke, his breath was still gently knocking on Wen Ruan's ear.
Wen Ruan felt as if a series of firecrackers had exploded in her heart, and her emotions became even more ups and downs: "If you say don't move, just—"
However, when she was struggling, she bumped her arm into nowhere, and hit Fu Zhihuan's wound straight and hard.
Wen Ruan heard a muffled moan resounding in his ears very clearly, and immediately restrained his movements, gritted his teeth fiercely, and struggled slightly.
never mind.
Don't care about the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.
When this person recovers, he must avenge today's revenge.
"Hello."
Wen Ruan asked angrily, "Then why did you run away from home?"
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyelids, and the dark pupils under the long eyelashes became more profound: "I have solved many cases and brought many people to court with my own hands."
"But there is no way to make those who hurt my feelings get the price they deserve."
"Yu Gong, I may be a competent prosecutor. But Yu privately, I am definitely not a good brother."
That day twenty years ago was definitely the most regrettable thing in Fu Zhihuan's life.
In his life from now on, no matter how many years he has gone through, he will always be tortured by that nightmare to this day.
Everyone is coming out slowly.
But he alone did not allow himself to be liberated.
"So I once thought about using my own way to avenge Fu Yuqing."
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