A lawyer's day is always very busy, and the time to really sit down is very limited. There is a saying in the Southern Cross law firm, that every time you receive a new client, you must tell them, you must make an appointment with a lawyer in advance, and don't go straight to the law firm rashly.
Because the lawyer they're looking for could be anywhere but an office.
Under normal circumstances, Gu Yan is also like this.
But today it broke the rules.
During the whole day, except for a new piece of evidence early in the morning, he stayed in the hotel almost all the time, sitting quietly in a chair, working with a light brain and an electronic pen.
On the holographic screen in front of him was a few video clips newly retrieved in the morning. He leaned back in the chair, wearing white ear clasps, resting one hand on the armrest, holding a cup of coffee in the other.
A few blank pages, with only a few words sporadically written on his lap, looked extraordinarily neat.
A long time ago, when he was still studying, he was a little arrogant. After reading and learning everything, it is in my mind, and I don't like to waste time writing with a pen. First, he feels that the speed of writing can't keep up with the speed of thinking. Second, he likes extremely neat things, and the words he writes are not as neat and clean as electronic characters with uniform specifications, which are clear at a glance.
Later, when he was in the office of a certain dean, he caught a glimpse of what the other party had recorded. Several pages of paper were written with key words. Some key things were written very large, and some were like footnotes, and even sketched at random. Out of circles and connecting lines.
Logically speaking, it should be very messy, but at a glance, it does not make people feel irritable at all, but it is pleasing to the eye.
The young dean, who was Gu Yan's direct teacher, also gave Gu Yan advice. Sitting behind his desk, he said with a smile: "It is recommended that you also use a pen to write when you have an idea when you read the material. Because everyone records the content in detail, lays out the layout, and marks it differently. Yes. What cannot be reflected by copying and pasting keywords with the cursor, represents the most three-dimensional state of a person's thinking, which is different from anyone else and unique."
At that time, Gu Yan felt that this sentence made some sense, and then he tried to write with a pen, and consciously cultivated this habit, and he wrote it until now.
The video recording on the holographic screen was put on his head again, Gu Yan pressed pause and moved his neck. During this brief break, he tapped the screen a few times and brought up the page someone sent him.
On the page is what the other party recorded after watching the video of the night.
To this day, he still admits that someone's words make sense—notes can indeed represent a person's most three-dimensional state of mind, which is unique.
Because of the things on the pages in front of him, although the font has been deliberately changed, the temperament in his bones still cannot be concealed.
Gu Yan read a few pages without saying a word, then closed all the pages while pinching his eyebrows.
"… "
How should I put it, if I can remember to change the font, it is probably difficult for him.
…
Although the anti-inflammatories and antipyretics that Gu Yan chose had the least side effects, they still made people fall into a drowsiness of unconsciousness.
Yan Suizhi slept with his quilt in his hands from around 11 in the morning, and slept until 8 at night. This feeling was so real that he didn't even have a dream, so that when he opened his eyes, he didn't know what was going on.
He woke up quietly.
The ceiling light in the room was on soft mode, warm yellow, not too bright, and he was able to adapt well without even squinting.
The soft white quilt covered his chin, which did not hinder his breathing, but did not allow a cold wind to get in.
The room was not silent. After his hearing was awake with his consciousness, he could hear the occasional sound of the cloth rubbing. It was very light and would not disturb sleep and make the room less empty.
Yan Suizhi turned his head following the subtle voice, and saw Gu Yan sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window looking at the holographic screen, with a sheet of paper on his knees, an electronic pen loosely in his hand, and a calm face.
Maybe it was because he slept for too long. For a few minutes, Yan Suizhi was in a state between being in a daze and being too lazy to speak.
Until Gu Yan accidentally glanced here...
"Awake?" Gu Yan took off the ear button, threw it on the glass table, got up and walked over.
Yan Suizhi responded lazily, "En."
After a while, he asked, "You've been here with me?"
Because he was too lazy, he didn't even raise the end of a question sentence, but dropped it very lightly, like a declarative sentence.
"Otherwise?" Gu Yan walked to the bedside and replied in a cold tone, but the back of his hand touched Yan Suizhi's forehead very naturally, "If you have any problems here, I will be responsible."
Yan Suizhi raised his eyebrows perfunctorily and reminded, "You know, there are usually thermometers on the bedside table in hotels. I think it's more accurate than the back of the hand."
Gu Yan: "I'm used to having a mental prediction first."
After he finished speaking lightly, he really opened the bedside table and glanced at it, and there was indeed an electronic thermometer.
"I think I forgot." Yan Suizhi's voice was hoarse, and his voice was very soft and slow, with a hint of a full sleep, "You are useless in the morning."
"With all due respect, with your forehead temperature enough to burn the back of my hand this morning, you don't need to use a thermometer to judge." Gu Yan held the thermometer and casually touched Yan Suizhi's face with the measured end.
The thermometer beeped and the reading was automatically displayed.
"...With all due respect, this is the first time I've seen a person poked in the face with this kind of thermometer." Professor Yan Da, who had only one head and one face all over his body, said.
So energetic, it seems that the fever has almost subsided.
After Gu Yan glanced at the thermometer, he reset the value to zero again, lowered his eyelids and rushed to Yan Sui's way, "Hand."
Professor Yan Da humbly stretched out a paw from the bed, and Gu Yan tapped the thermometer on his palm again.
Di-
Yan Suizhi: "How is it? Have you retired?"
Gu Yan nodded, "Well, back."
Yan Suizhi: "I think the medicine you picked for me is very problematic, and I don't really want to take it."
"Did I urge you to move?" Gu Yan was a little annoyed.
Yan Suizhi smiled, and the laziness all over his body finally passed. He propped himself up and sat up, as if he was about to get out of bed.
Gu Yan was probably frightened by him, and was very sensitive to his every move. He immediately frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Take a bath." Yan Suizhi.
Gu Yan: "Then pour some water on the wound and get another round of fever? Can you try to let go of that leg?"
Yan Suizhi sat on the edge of the bed, followed his words and looked down at the injured leg, and clicked his tongue, "I've been covered in the quilt for a day, I think I'm sweating a little bit, and I'll be spoiled if I don't wash it, you can bear it. A sour intern?"
Gu Yan: "..."
He looked at Yan Suizhi blankly, his expression was very restrained, for a while he couldn't tell whether he was making a difficult choice or simply expressing his speechlessness.
In short, after a few seconds, he said, "It's sour."
Yan Suizhi: "..."
In fact, there was no smell on his body, but he always felt very uncomfortable, so he still made some excuses, and invited the irritating big Buddha, Lawyer Gu, out of the room, and then wiped his body with a damp towel.
This time he was finally honest, avoiding the wound the whole way, and didn't bother with it anymore.
Gu Yan was greeted by him again, and it was already 9:30 in the evening.
The food delivery truck of the hotel also entered the door together. He tossed with fever and inflammation for a day. At this point, he was very hungry, but he did not have a particularly good appetite. Even if Gu Yan really put some sweet shrimp and crab frozen lamb chops in front of him this time, he doesn't really want to eat it. So only let the hotel cook a pot of porridge for him.
Perhaps the younger brother Yin Nail was frightened by his wound in the morning. When the porridge was delivered, Yan Suizhi found that there were a lot of supplements mixed in it, and he also carefully screened out all kinds of hair.
This hotel is otherwise average. The porridge is cooked very well, and it is not greasy after adding so many things.
Yan Suizhi drank two cups, and Gu Yan also divided half.
"You actually know how to eat supper?" Yan Suizhi was a little surprised, after all, he had only seen Gu Yan save a meal when he was busy, and rarely saw him add a meal at an inappropriate time.
"You haven't had dinner yet, have you?" Yan Suizhi glanced at the garbage storage box in the corner of the room and wondered.
"Eat." Gu Yan packed the bowl, rang the bell to call for service, and replied.
Yan Suizhi was a little skeptical, but soon his attention was directed to the business.
After the room service pushed the dining car away, Gu Yan sat down opposite Yan Suizhi, and brought out a few videos in his brain for Yan Suizhi to see, "I went to find Fix in the morning."
"How's it going?" Yan Suizhi asked as he clicked on the video to play.
"One good news and one bad news." Gu Yan said.
Yan Suizhi: "Which one should I talk about first? It's optional. It's not that I haven't heard bad news."
Gu Yan pointed to the holographic screen: "The owner of that taxi is not Fix, he is hired by the owner Jamie Black, the middle-aged man we have met. The owner of the taxi is not available at lunch and dinner hours every day. If you go out to solicit customers, Fix will take over."
"The good news is that Jamie Black is not stingy, he has a dash cam, and it's the kind that can shoot even after locking the car, and it has an infrared mode."
Yan Suizhi raised his eyebrows, almost guessing: "So? The bad news is that something bad for Joshua Dale was photographed?"
Gu Yan nodded, "That's right."
Yan Suizhi flipped through it roughly, and those videos just caught the scene of Joshua Daller turning over the walls of other people's courtyards. In the records of so many days, they have been photographed more than once.
He dragged the progress bar and asked Gu Yan, "Have you seen it?"
"I read it several times."
"Did you take notes?"
Gu Yan: "... I remembered it. Don't you think this kind of thing shouldn't be said by an intern?"
Yan Suizhi: "...I'm just asking."
He immediately changed the subject: "By the way, the ones I wrote down yesterday were passed on to you, have you read them?"
Gu Yan leaned on the back of the chair, his expression was indescribable, "Give a glance."
Yan Suizhi: "Didn't look closely? Why?"
Gu Yan: "I'll give you a suggestion. If you show that kind of heavenly book to others in the future, remember to hire an interpreter."
Yan Suizhi: "..."
I ignored the teacher's good words and cried when I was careful to appear in court.