First-Class Lawyer

Chapter 36: Tomb Sweeping (5)

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Gu Yan didn't come alone. There were also a few men and women around his age, roughly seven or eight people.

Those faces Yan Suizhi were not unfamiliar with, even very familiar, they were all his former students. Three of them followed Gu Yan directly, and the others were taken by Yan Suizhi for half a year because of some course research.

He didn't have much time to learn about the private affairs of the students, but in his impression, this group of people should have a good personal relationship.

Yan Suizhi knew this because several of the activists would occasionally mention that they were partying and put up some photos. In most of the party photos, there is Gu Yan's figure.

Classmate Gu is always a unique scene in the noisy atmosphere, either sitting by the side with a wine glass and watching the dance of the demons, or looking down and listening to the chatter of the people next to him.

Such an inactive club has been dragged by them again and again, which shows that the relationship is very good.

Most of this group of people have kept in touch with Yan Suizhi after graduation, both in work and in life, and they always send him some greetings during New Years and festivals.

With only two exceptions.

One of them is Ke Jin, born in an orphanage, very hardworking, and a person who is extremely serious about life. Because of his outstanding performance in each course, Yan Suizhi was very happy to grant him various scholarships and grants when he was the dean, and occasionally gave him some academic and work reminders.

Ke Jin was very grateful and respected Yan Suizhi, so he kept in touch at first. Later, due to some accidents, he had a serious illness, and his mental state had problems again, so he stopped.

The other is Gu Yan.

Unexpectedly, after a few years, Gu Yan actually became the one with the closest connection with him.

The distance is not too close, Yan Suizhi couldn't see the expression on Gu Yan's face, but for some reason, he felt that the other party seemed to think more of a ghost than him.

After a while, the group came closer.

"It's not a classmate, it looks like a fresh graduate." The young blond woman at the beginning glanced at Locke and them in surprise, and stayed for two more seconds when her eyes fell on Yan Suizhi's face.

However, she quickly realized that it was not appropriate to stare at people like this, so she smiled at Yan Suizhi and said, "You... are you here to see the professor too?"

The lady who spoke was named Laura Stephen. She was a very lively and laughing girl back then. The last time Yan Sui saw her was a lawsuit two years ago. She was much more mature than when she was in school, but she still loved to laugh. .

But today at the cemetery, her smile was shallow and fleeting, and it was obvious that it was just to express friendliness and kindness.

When she finished speaking, Gu Yan just walked up the last step. He stood aside, his eyes first fell on the tombstone, then on Yan Suizhi's face, and finally on his hand.

Yan Suizhi followed his gaze and looked down, only to realize that the second fool of Locke found that his hand was empty, and stuffed him with a resting flower.

Yan Suizhi: "..."

"Why did you give me another one?" Yan Suizhi tilted his head and asked Locke in a low voice.

Locke was very afraid of Gu Yan, so he didn't dare to speak. In order to avoid being swept away by Gu Yan's peripheral vision, he even quietly took a small step back.

Yan Suizhi: "..." This is cowardly.

He raised his head and stared at Gu Yan with big eyes. I don't know why, but Gu Yan's face looked very, very... indescribable.

"… "

The scene was very embarrassing.

Professor Yan Da silently twisted the flower branch with his fingers, and then tried to stick it on the tombstone next door.

Before the two of them spoke, the inexplicable atmosphere was already obvious. Everyone else noticed something strange, and looked at him and then Gu Yan with a questioning expression on their faces.

Gu Yan stared at Yan Suizhi for two seconds, then lowered his eyes and scanned the smartphone with his fingers, revealing the time: "At this point in time, it seems that you should be looking at the file in the office honestly."

Yan Suizhi said angrily, "Yeah, I think so too, but obviously there was an accident."

When he was talking, Locke desperately stabbed his back with his fingers through the cover, as if to remind him not to talk to the teacher so bluntly. But the force was about to poke a hole in Yan Suizhi's coat.

Anna and the others also looked at him with wide eyes, as if asking, "Do you want to stop doing it?"

"Gu, do you know him?" Everyone who was with Gu Yan was taken aback and asked one after another.

Gu Yan said indifferently: "This is a new interns."

This time it was the people's turn to go to hell.

"Interns? You accept them?!" Obviously, Gu Yan's friends all know what kind of virtue he is, "You actually accept an intern? Is it true?"

Those people's eyes were all focused on Yan Suizhi in an instant, and some of them could not wait to pull out their eyeballs and stick them on Yan Suizhi for research.

"Our school?"

"Extraordinary?"

"What amazing thing has been done?"

"Hey, it looks a bit like—"

Gu Yan promptly stifled the curiosity of these friends at the budding stage: "Don't study it, it's nothing special. It was originally assigned to another lawyer, but he couldn't pick it up in the event of an accident, so let me manage it for the time being."

This reason was extremely bland, and it sounded much more acceptable than "Gu Yan took the initiative to accept interns".

His group of friends seemed to regret that they didn't hear any shocking answers, and they lost interest after an "oh".

Only one person never spoke during this process.

He walked at the back, his face was pale and slightly morbid, his eyes were very light, and his eyes seemed a little scattered wherever he landed, like another world outside the crowd.

Even so, he can still see a bit of handsomeness from his face. If he is in good spirits, he must be a young and promising young man.

In front of him, two classmates kept looking down at his footsteps, for fear that he would step on the wrong steps in a trance.

This is Ke Jin.

From what Yan Suizhi knew, this was probably the time when Ke Jin's mental state was better.

"So you're all Southern Cross trainees?" Laura asked again.

"Yes." Phyllida nodded and replied, "The preliminary assessment is going to be held recently, and a real simulation will be conducted. You need to come here to find a gentleman to understand the situation of the case."

After saying this, a strange face in the crowd suddenly raised his hand and said, "Oh, you were arranged by Hobbes? Are you the one who just called me?"

Locke stuck his head out: "Mr. Zeng? I'm Locke, Mr. Hobbs' intern. So the guest you just said you would accompany is... "

"Yes, that's right, it's us." Laura said, "Professor used to hold a birthday party every winter, and this year is almost the same time. While a sick friend is in good condition, let's come and see the professor."

"Birthday?" Locke glanced at the date of birth on the tombstone, "Uh... Isn't there a month left?"

Gu Yan's friends looked at the tombstone after hearing the words, and said after a moment of silence, "Yeah."

In the past, Yan Suizhi had given him too many gifts in order to avoid students or other people giving him too much as a birthday present. So I never explicitly mentioned my birthday to my students.

He did hold a few small cocktail parties between teachers and students, but each time he randomly picked a month before his birthday, not the real birthday.

So even his direct students don't know the exact date.

In this way, whenever someone is ready to give him a birthday present, he can say "not yet" to decline the offer.

Perhaps these students did not expect that the first time they knew the exact birthday of the professor was from the tombstone.

"But we are used to the time of the end of November or the beginning of December. I believe the professor would be happy for us to come earlier." Laura smiled.

Locke nodded and hurriedly moved away.

Laura and the others walked to the tombstone, each holding a small handful of white Sabbath flowers, and the atmosphere became more and more sad. Yan Suizhi's face became more and more paralyzed.

He silently walked to the side, feeling that it would be better if he couldn't see it. After listening to the eulogy too much, there is an illusion that the loess is buried in the face.

At this moment, Laura said in a low voice, "Gu, you really don't take flowers? A few flowers are fine, it's better than empty hands."

Yan Suizhi turned his head to look over, only to find that Gu Yan was empty-handed and did not take a single flower.

"No need." Gu Yan's face was even more paralyzed than his. His whole person is a capital "reluctant". It seems that even the grave-sweeping thing is forced by his friends, and he is not so happy.

Professor Yan Da leaned against a cedar tree with his arms in his arms, watched Gu Yan push and rejected Laura twice, and said to his heart that this student Gu, fortunately I am still your direct professor, and you will not even give me a flower when you die. I'm watching.

Maybe it was because his eyes were too powerful. When Gu Yan was about to reject the flowers Laura gave him for the third time, he suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Suizhi, met his gaze, and then rejected. His hand stopped.

For a moment, Lawyer Gu seemed to be making a life-or-death decision.

It was as if Laura's hands were not a few white and pure Sabina, but a lead of dynamite.

Yan Suizhi waited silently for him to decide whether to make a note for the student.

Just as Lawyer Gu was thinking about his life, someone suddenly whispered, "Ke Jin, what's the matter with you?"

Yan Suizhi heard the sound and looked over, only to see that the Parthian flower that Ke Jin was holding was scattered on the ground, he squatted on the ground, first tapped his temple with his hand to say "headache", and then suddenly started to use his head to hit the ground. Knocking on the tombstone, huddled there and whispered constantly: "I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not..."