Although there was no additional explanation, Yan Suizhi glanced at the source account, and it showed Gu Yan's name.
What's the purpose of suddenly turning 10,000 more for a good end? See I'm too poor? Professor Yan Da has lived for so many years. This is the first time he has experienced such a thing, and he feels very complicated for a while.
He turned his head to ask, but found that Gu Yan was already asleep.
During the few days in the wine city, Yan Suizhi slept for a day because of a fever, but Gu Yan never had a good rest. Now that he was on the shuttle to make up for his sleep, Yan Suizhi couldn't bear to wake him up.
During the first half of the journey, he read a book while waiting for Gu Yan to wake up. In the second half, Gu Yan hadn't woken up yet, and he closed his eyes again in drowsiness.
So when the two really talked, the shuttle was already moored at the arrival port of Decama.
"Why do you transfer 10,000 West to me?" Yan Suizhi put on a coat and a scarf, followed the people out of the shuttle, and accompanied Gu Yan in the waiting area to wait for the suitcase.
As for himself, except for a simple change of clothes that he bought temporarily in the wine city, he has no luggage and is relaxed.
Gu Yan confirmed the sign on the suitcase and said without raising his head: "Compensation for work-related injuries. It is clearly written in the internship manual. Injuries due to work will be compensated in different amounts depending on the severity."
When he picked up his suitcase and walked towards the exit, he glanced at Yan Suizhi's feet indifferently, and added, "According to the standard, your legs are worth ten thousand."
The travelers who passed by them heard Yan Suizhi several times, and probably wanted to know what Yiwanxiyi's legs looked like.
Yan Suizhi: "..."
He clicked his tongue and said, "There is still this article in the practice manual? Why didn't you say it earlier."
Gu Yan's face was paralyzed: "...Why don't you tell me earlier? Tell me earlier what you're going to do?"
"nothing."
"… "
Ghosts don't believe it.
It was just dark in Decama when they left the port.
The four seasons, the sun and the moon on different planets are different. Although the wine city is seasonally synchronized with Decama during this period, the time is still different. Every day in the wine city is much shorter and time flies fast. It was only when they returned to Decama that the rhythm felt normal.
"Travel allowance and work injury compensation are all on your account. The lawyer's fee for Joshua's case will probably be paid tomorrow or the day after, and you will pay for the bail. I will go through the process with Fitz tomorrow and ask her to press It is stipulated that the cost of that match will be drawn to you." Gu Yan said.
"Really? How much?" Yan Suizhi asked.
"I don't remember the prescribed ratio." Gu Yan gave a number casually, "It should be 10,000 in your hands."
The designated commission fee for this kind of aid agency is always very limited, and it is good to be able to allocate 10,000 West to an intern.
Yan Suizhi nodded.
Gu Yan glanced at the time and said, "Wait here, I'll drive over."
The port of Decama has a dedicated long-term parking lot, because many people park their cars here, travel by shuttle or ship, and only return in ten days and a half, and the charging methods are different.
Like Yan Suizhi, who flies all the year round, there are special parking spaces in this port, and one package is a year.
Of course, now that his identity has changed, the parking space should have been cancelled.
After a while, a matte black shuttle stopped in front of Yan Suizhi. This car is produced by the same company as the shuttle machine. The performance, appearance and safety are impeccable. Except for being expensive, there are no shortcomings. Yan Suizhi owns a similar one.
"Can I sit in this co-pilot? Is there any statement made by a special person?" Yan Suizhi held onto the door and smiled at Gu Yan who was in the driver's seat.
This question is asked because of a case known to the University of Metz Law School. One of the parties was a law school student of a certain class. That young lady had a boyfriend who was so suspicious that he was twisted, and he mutilated the legs of four gentlemen within three months because they accidentally sat in the young lady's passenger seat.
This incident shocked the academy at the time, so much so that every class of students and teachers later knew about the case and would subconsciously ask a question in front of someone else's passenger seat.
"No." Gu Yan replied coolly, "How long are you going to stand holding the car door?"
Yan Suizhi raised his eyebrows, got in the car and closed the door.
The car starts to drive itself, but it doesn't seem to offend someone to move a little bit in the autopilot system, so most people are still used to holding the steering wheel with one hand. The same is true for Gu Yan. After all, being a lawyer is a dangerous profession to some extent.
"Where are you going? I'll take you there first." Gu Yan drove the car out of the port square and asked Yan Sui.
"Butterfly Avenue." Yan Suizhi said.
Gu Yan was stunned, "Why are you going to Butterfly Avenue?"
"Buy something." Yan Suizhi's tone was casual.
Obviously, this person can't have money in the asset card, and once a sum of money comes in, he starts to get restless.
Gu Yan couldn't help but sneer: "If you have too much balance, will it bite you?"
"..." Professor Yan Da was speechless.
It seems to be.
Half an hour later, Gu Yan's shuttle stopped steadily at the gate of the bustling shopping mall on Butterfly Avenue.
Yan Suizhi unbuckled the seat belt and went out of the car door with one foot, when he heard Gu Yan inadvertently ask again, "I have someone look for the residence? Where do you go after shopping?"
"I asked Locke to help me with a few questions, but I haven't decided yet." Yan Suizhi got out of the car, leaned on the door with one hand, bent over and said to him, "I booked the hotel in advance for two nights, and I will visit him tomorrow. It's up to you where you find it."
Gu Yan frowned: "Hotel?"
He often frowned, but Yan Suizhi didn't react, and he joked casually: "What is your expression, the hotel has corrupted your money? Or did the hotel in the wine city bring you a psychological shadow?"
He stood up straight with a smile, and waved at Gu Yan who was in the car, "Okay, I'll go in, see you later."
With that said, he closed the car door for Gu Yan, turned up the steps and walked towards the gate of the mall.
…
For Yan Suizhi and Gu Yan, two days have passed since they boarded the shuttle in the wine city. But for the local people in the wine city, five days have passed.
Since he was cleared of charges and released in court, Joshua Dale has resumed his previous life. He quickly found several new jobs, and the line was full from 5 in the morning to 10 at night. Clearing Gu Yan's money, on the other hand, is to hide from people—
He thought his neighbor, Chester Bell, was seriously ill.
At the door of the courtroom that day, he let the other party "go away" in a daze. If this was the case in the past, the two would have to fight in the street. Even if it didn't work out at the time, I'm afraid I won't have a good face when we meet in the future.
Who knows, from that day on, Chester Bell, like taking the wrong medicine, stuffed two portions of sweet bread on their windowsill, and then put a bunch of frozen grapes.
Joshua didn't want to take his things, and planned to find a basket to return it to him, but was held back by his sister Rosie.
By the time he found a clean basket, Rosie had already eaten half a bunch of frozen grapes, one of which laughed at Chester outside the courtyard, and one. Joshua suspected the bastard had poisoned the grapes.
Otherwise, how could Rosie be so stupid.
On the first day, he closed the door and told Rosie that he was not allowed to eat indiscriminately for a day, and then reluctantly paid for a bunch of frozen grapes and returned it together with other things.
The next day Chester tried again to ask for forgiveness with candy and chocolate, but Joshua's door was not opened.
On the third day, he went out to work as if he had escaped from the famine.
But on this day, Chester Bell didn't bother to deliver anything, he went to the hospital to pick up Kitty Bell.
The old lady had been in a coma for many days, and finally woke up early that morning, did various examinations in the hospital, answered the police's inquiries, and then returned to her small courtyard in the company of her grandnephew Chester.
The police's main focus was on Jim, the alcoholic who gave false testimony, and after questioning him for a long time, the progress of the case was still limited. Regrettably, Mrs. Bell, the victim who woke up, failed to provide them with more information.
"I couldn't see his face, and he didn't make a sound the whole time." The old lady tossed and turned, and could only say this, "I'm sorry..."
Things haven't changed much when Kitty Bell comes home. As if she hadn't been hurt, she would still take a nap in the afternoon, eat the potato soup made by Chester when she woke up, and compliment him on the progress of his craft with a smile.
She even wanted to turn on the heating and continue knitting, but the radiator in her house was useless for several days and had a little problem with the freezing. It happened that Fix passed by in front of the yard and stopped by to help her repair the radiator.
"Thank you, you are too timely, dear." Mrs. Bell touched the radiator, the heat was just right.
She looked up at Fix and smiled, "Want to have some potato soup before leaving?"
Fix waved his hand, "No, I'm going back, I'll have to get out of the car for someone later."
After he finished speaking, he put away his tools, said hello to Chester, and went out. The short, braided hair just brushed past the top of the door, and Chester was always worried that he would hit the forehead.
After Fix left, Chester sighed at Kitty Bell while packing up the dishes: "I have to go out for a run on such a cold night. Fortunately, he is in the car."
Kitty Bell dried her hands beside the radiator, "Didn't he say he wasn't going to do it before? I've only been lethargic for a few days, and he's working hard again?"
Chester shrugged. "Yeah, say you win a bet and buy a used car yourself—"
He said, frowning suddenly, turning to look at the door, "Grandma Kitty, how high is this door?"
The old lady pursed her lips, "Well, I have a tape measure in my wool basket. Measure it yourself. Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"
"It's nothing." Chester took a tape measure, walked to the door and stretched his hand, and then his face changed when he saw the scale—
182.5 cm.
"What's the matter? Did you eat worms?" The old lady made a joke looking at his face, and then she giggled.
"...Yeah, I ate flies."
Fix was taken away by the police at noon on the fifth day, and Joshua Daller didn't hear about it until he returned from work in the evening.
When he came back, it was already 10 o'clock in the night, and he heard a bit of upside-down rumors from Rosie's mouth. I don't know if Chester told her.
When he heard this, Joshua Dallet stood up suddenly.
When he came back to his senses, he was already standing at the door of Kitty Bell's yard.
There are many neighbors who have visited Kitty Bell these days, but he is not the only one.
He hadn't figured out what he was thinking before, and he thought he just felt wronged by being misunderstood, so he didn't want to see the Bell family, whether it was Chester or Mrs Kitty.
It wasn't until this time, until he stood at the door of the old lady's house, that he suddenly understood that he was actually just a little cowardly.
He was afraid that the old lady had been hurt once, so he began to guard against the people around him. He couldn't control the others, but he didn't want to see the old lady showing vigilance and alertness to him.
In this way, he can look at the silhouette of the old man reflected on the window glass, or the friendly and gentle smile, and pretend that the grandmother who hurts him is still there. In this way, when he is suffering, he can stand outside the old lady's courtyard and take a look, and then come back and have a sweet dream of his grandmother knitting a scarf for him...
Joshua stood outside the courtyard for a while until he was pulled back to God by two knocks on the window.
He saw a piece of the glass covered with water vapor being wiped away, and the grandmother-like face approached the window glass and glanced at him. Then the figure stood up, bowed its back slightly, and walked towards the outside.
Joshua was like a frightened wild cat, subconsciously wanting to flee back to his house, but the hair all over his body exploded, and the soles of his feet were frozen there and motionless.
After another moment, the closed door was pulled open from the inside, making a creaking sound.
Then, a warm yellow light was projected and reflected on this Joshua. The old lady walked out of the room slowly, and waved to Joshua, with a kind expression on her face, and a worried tone, "Why is this point standing outside, is it cold?"
When she opened her mouth to speak, the mist that came out blurred her facial features and slowly overlapped with the old man in Joshua's dream.
When held by those old hands, Joshua covered his eyes and squatted down. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "It's not too cold..."
"Why are you crying?"
Joshua's hoarse voice had a muffled nasal tone: "...It's nothing."
Just miss you.
Think especially.
The low-rise houses in the old district of the wine city are one by one, lit up with stars, and in the night, they look like a large still ant nest, completely different from Decama, which is several light-years away. After shopping, Yan Suizhi glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window when checking out, and somehow suddenly remembered the sparsely lit night in the wine city.
He calmly retracted his gaze, smiled at the cashier girl, and walked out of the mall with a few paper bags.
His legs have not fully recovered, so he walked a little slowly, and it was already 10 o'clock at night when he stood at the entrance of the mall.
There were slightly fewer people on the street than before, and they seemed to be in a hurry because of the wind and cold at night.
In the rush of people coming and going, the familiar matte black shuttle parked quietly on the side of the road, reflecting the yellow and white lights on the street, as if waiting for him.
Volume 2 Wine Pool