Fan Huai was enjoying his rare leisure time at this time.
You don't have to worry about anything, you don't have to think about anything, you can waste your time without any scruples.
The house that Jiang Ling left behind has been vacant. He quietly went over to clean it, but because there were many old people there, he didn't know how to deal with it, and he didn't live there because he was afraid of being hurt.
The vacant house in the firmament finally became useful and welcomed its short-term occupants.
Many media wanted to interview Fan Huai, but he refused.
Some TV stations wanted to invite him to participate in the show or make donations to him, but Fan Huai did not respond.
He does not want to appear in the public eye because of the case. He clearly understands that the so-called public opinion is the most variable and the least controllable thing.
As long as he appears frequently, understanding will turn into doubt, and sympathy will turn into disgust.
Maliciousness will be infinitely magnified in the online world.
He also doesn't want to let his life be in the comments of others, and he doesn't want others to dig up his past and his family again and again.
He hopes that the real end is that the dust settles and there is no more wandering.
In order to let Fan Huai return to normal life as soon as possible, the police first released the investigation results of the murder case eleven years ago.
Later, with the interrogation of Li Zhanyuan and Li Lingsong, more and more details were released.
Li Zhanyuan admitted to instigating the murder of Fan An, and Li Lingsong confessed his crime of covering up.
The identities of the two were dug up by the media and placed on public platforms for public scrutiny.
Li Lingsong's social status is high and his influence is huge. As an industry leader, the mistakes he made have had a huge impact on the industry and society.
There are not a few people who have been helped by Li Lingsong. For them, Li Lingsong was a high-hanging guiding light, selfless and generous.
Now they found that there were really places under the lights that the light had never reached.
Li Lingsong is not as bright and great as they thought.
Those students looked at him now being spurned by thousands of people, and their hearts were hard to say.
They couldn't scold him along with the netizens, and they couldn't speak up to defend him.
If there is no Li Zhanyuan, Li Lingsong will persist in his life, be innocent, and may leave with glory.
But now, all the deeds he has done have been erased and stamped with the same imprint as Li Zhanyuan.
Perhaps this is the responsibility of the father to the son, a topic that he has not been able to understand in his years of research.
Li Lingsong accepted it very calmly.
Netizens were also at a loss when they learned the truth about Fan An's murder.
In Sanyao's copy, they had witnessed the life that Fan An endured with their own eyes.
In such a turbulent environment, her mistakes seemed to be forgiven.
And she has passed away, and she has been writing tragedy all her life.
However, killing is killing after all, and this is a fault that cannot be explained by any motive or any reason.
In the end, several families of the victims came forward to express their forgiveness and asked netizens to stop related discussions.
The source of this tragedy can no longer be traced. Instead of using fierce emotions to blame a poor person who has passed away, they hope to face the future life with courage.
They gave Fan An the greatest kindness, and to some extent, they also expressed their guilt towards Fan Huai.
From now on, even if they can't meet each other with a smile, they can at least not remember and hate each other.
The enmity has since disappeared.
Because Fan Huai never showed up, netizens also understood what he meant, and began to gradually reduce the topics about him, focusing on the murderer.
During this time, Fan Huai wasn't actually watching the news, and he didn't care what the outcome of those people would be.
Li Zhanyuan suffered severe burns and was on the verge of death. The skin on his entire face was festering, and he was unable to take care of himself.
For him, such a future is worse than death.
Regardless of the court's verdict, his end will not end well.
Zhu Yanhe is deeply involved in drugs and is difficult to control himself. He has several previous convictions, and the impact is bad. There is a high probability that he will be sentenced to death.
Fan Huai hated him, and felt that he was pathetic, and was unwilling to spend any extra second on him.
During the period, the only person Fan Huai met was the person in charge of the Public Security Bureau.
He Chuanzhou knew that he didn't want to be disturbed, so he only came to condolence with Bureau Li.
The three sat in the living room for a while, not talking about anything, but talking about home things and Fan Huai's future plans.
Fan Huai's planned future revolved around Fan An and Jiang Ling. Now both of them are gone, and his future has become blank.
It's just that once, his world was narrow, but now, there are more seas and sky.
Seeing his confused face, He Chuanzhou smiled and said to him, "Don't worry, take your time.
Take a break first, you are still young. "
Fan Huai was stunned.
Is he still young
He has been putting all kinds of pressure on himself, and he has experienced a life that is more ups and downs than his peers. He stopped to think about it and realized that, yes, he is only 27 years old, and after this new year, he will only be 28.
Fan Huai's expression couldn't tell whether it was loneliness or something else. He used to think countless times that his life had come to an end.
But it turned out that it had only just begun.
He Chuanzhou said: "When the court documents are implemented, you should be able to get more than one million compensation.
We will try our best to get it for you.
Do you have any requests? "
The muscles on Fan Huai's face trembled inaudibly. He pursed the corners of his lips, and after deliberation, he finally said calmly, "No."
Fan Huai didn't expect the money, and he couldn't accept it calmly. When he thought of its origin, he had the illusion that he was wasting the lives of his mother and sister.
Although the case is over, its impact is always there.
Maybe Fan Huai will take longer to forget it.
He Chuanzhou nodded, left his business card on the table, and said succinctly: "If you have anything to do with me, I will help you."
Fan Huai raised his head, opened his mouth, and just made a mouth shape, He Chuanzhou had already interrupted him: "The duty is."
Fan Huai put away the business card and got up to send them out.
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Qiongcang and Fan Huai were not hurt too much, and they were discharged from the hospital after waking up.
But He Jueyun was still in the hospital due to his serious injuries.
He applied to go home for recuperation several times, saying that his hands would not affect his normal life at all, but Mrs. He beat him back.
Mrs. He's reason is very simple: you deserve it, you don't deserve a lesson!
She insisted on exercising her mother's power, and He Jueyun could only stay in the hospital to recuperate at ease.
Fortunately, Qionggong did not give up on him, nor did he forget He Jueyun's care for him when he was ill, and came over to deliver meals to him on time every day.
In the process of delivering meals regardless of the weather, I often met Comrade Song Shu who came to visit his superiors.
This young man with unlimited energy is the most lively existence in their ward.
Every day Qiong sat in front of the hospital bed, he began to tell Qiong the heroic deeds of his boss to make up for the grand scene Qiong failed to witness during the coma.
"At that time, Li Zhanyuan threatened our Brother He with a knife and forced him to hand you over, but our Brother He had a cold face and was not afraid at all.
Although his left hand has been seriously injured in the car accident, as long as he still has a hair that can move, he will not let you be in danger.
So he suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of you..."
"... Li Zhanyuan, this shameless idiot, was beaten by Brother He tightly on the ground, and he didn't have the strength to fight back.
So he thought of an insidious method, using modern technology weapons! He was sneaky, extremely obscene, took out the electric shock from his crotch, and then stabbed it insidiously while Brother He was not paying attention. "
"...Our brother He burst into tears... ah, there are no tears! How can a real man cry
Our brother He, with his head full of blood, took an oath and climbed up the mountain road full of thorns and sharp stones, and went to the people on the side of the road for help.
So you see, his hand hurt so badly! "
Comrade Song Shu's language expression may be lacking, but his body movements are extremely flexible, and he can have new insights every day in his performances.
A highly immersive performance that even the protagonist of the story cannot interrupt.
Qionggong watched a few games, and only saw a small number of repeated details, and couldn't help but be amazed.
... She was clearly the party involved, but she couldn't compare to Song Shu, who was rich in art.
Her admiration made Song Shu, who had nothing to do with it, even more proud, and he increased the frequency of visiting He Jueyun in the ward, and the fact that he took advantage of the name of his caring boss all day long to get away from work.
He Jueyun endured him once or twice, and in the end he couldn't bear it anymore, and when he saw him, he wanted to connect his head and tail in a circle and let him roll out of the window.
However, Song Shu's mouth is sweet and likable, he captured the heart of Mrs. He, and received the empress dowager's decree.
After becoming proficient in the business, he not only came by himself, but also brought his colleagues, which deeply damaged He Jueyun's psychology.
Fan Huai came over to say hello to He Jueyun. He happened to meet members of the murder scene analysis project team who came to visit. A group of people waved their arms neatly and sang "I wish you good health" to He Jueyun. ".
This song, adapted from the Happy Birthday song, left a great impression on Fan Huai, but he was shocked by Sanyao's corporate culture.
— This seems to be a department that gets stupid over time.
- What are they doing
He Jueyun's image was damaged, and he kept complaining to Qiongcang about Song Shu, this little idiot. Qiongcang felt that he was not much better, but he did not dare to say it.
Holding a bowl, she fed He Jueyun expressionlessly.
Every day, this process is always extremely slow, and it will not end until the food is cold.
He Jueyun chewed slowly, making Qiongcang almost forget how fast he used to eat.
Today is the last day before he is discharged from the hospital. He Jueyun eats more seriously, and his reluctant expression seems to be treating the last lunch of his life.
Qiongcang prepared shrimp and chicken for him, as well as tofu greens.
She carefully peeled the shrimp shell and brought the meat to He Jueyun's mouth.
He Jueyun kept staring at her face, a little absent-minded, but the shrimp meat fell on the quilt.
Qiong Cang didn't react, and He Jueyun picked up the shrimp meat and threw it into his mouth with lightning speed.
He didn't realize that something was wrong until he finished eating, raised his head, looked at Shang Qiong's leisurely eyes, and said plausibly, "Not flexible, not flexible at all!"
The sky understands.
Just like some people are blind and blind, Comrade Lao He's disability is actually a phantom limb.
As if nothing happened, she fed him the rest of the meal as usual, and after packing up, she told him to go through the discharge procedures for him.
He Jueyun confessed his guilty conscience, and obeyed obediently. After changing his clothes, he sat on the small sofa and waited for her to come back.
It should be a quick thing to be discharged from the hospital. After all, everyone in the hospital knows Qiongqiang. As a result, after He Jueyun played a game, Qiongqiang did not come back.
He looked at his watch and found that half an hour had passed. He pushed open the door and looked outside, but he couldn't find any trace of the sky.
He Jueyun frowned, feeling that something was wrong, and took the initiative to go downstairs to look for it.
The place where Qiongcang stayed was not remote. As soon as He Jueyun walked past the rest area, he saw a group of people crowded inside, making noises.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, it turned out to be this group of people who met Sanyao.
When He Jueyun walked in, these boys were surrounding Qiong with their eyes shining, and excitedly shouting some words that they didn't know what they meant.
And although Qionggong has a peaceful face, his attitude is very domineering, and he enjoys the popularity of everyone with peace of mind.
Seeing him appear, Song Shu excitedly raised his hand and shouted, "Boss! Qiongcang's fortune-telling is so powerful, this is the first time I know she has such specialties!"
He Jueyun began to think about the IQ of his employees.
It seems very difficult to make them bear the daily work of three days.
Everyone laughed and laughed, and were very curious about Qiong's "fiery eyes".
He Jueyun waved his hand and hurriedly said: "Everything is scattered, and I'm going back to work.
I'm leaving the hospital today, what are you doing here? "
Everyone sighed with regret and ran away in a hurry, leaving the two of them alone.
He Jueyun looked at her puzzled and said, "Don't you want to go home
Let's go. "
Qiong Qiong didn't get up, but hooked his fingers, signaling him to come over.
He Jueyun bent down: "What?"
Qiong Cang hesitated and said, "I have something to tell you."
He Jueyun chin a little: "You say."
Qiong Cang's expression was grim, his eyes kept wandering on his face, making He Jueyun nervous, and finally said in a low voice, "I'm thinking, how can I tell you in a way that mortals can understand."
"... how stupid am I in your heart
! "
He Jueyun said dissatisfiedly, "It's almost done, go home!"
When he just turned around, Qiongcang's unique voice sounded behind him: "Be my boyfriend."
As domineering and sudden as herself, it is a little unreasonable.
He Jueyun felt that a certain part of his body was burned.
It could be the brain, it could be the heart, it could be the fingertips.
This made his whole body shudder, even more serious than when he was injured before.
Fortunately, all his excitement was hidden under the suit.
He took a deep breath, reached out to the best of his life, and kept himself calm.
The rapid heartbeat made it impossible for him to measure the passage of time.
After He Jueyun adjusted, he took a step back and turned to look at the sky again.
… All the atmosphere was ruined by the way the sky was sitting on one leg and I was alone.
He Jueyun felt that the sentence just now might as well be understood as "I have a crush on you".
Qiongqi urged him: "Speak."
He Jueyun raised his hand and said, "Wait."
Qiong Cang said thoughtfully: "Hurry up."
He Jueyun pointed at her: "put your feet down first."
Qiong put down the legs that he was holding, and inevitably, he was numb.
She thumped with her hand, still staring at each other, urging the man in front of her to reply quickly.
He Jueyun felt a little unfair.
When he first confessed, Qionggong ignored him, and even found excuses perfunctory.
Why does he have to cooperate wholeheartedly now that she has changed herself
He Jueyun seemed to be stirring with a glass stick in his head. He tried to think with his remaining rationality, and after hard exploration, he successfully found what he wanted to say.
He Jueyun raised his head, afraid that she could not hear clearly, and said every word very seriously: "From a worldly point of view, you are high, because I am very rich."
"I'm also very smart.
I am super smart. "
Qiong Cang answered the question quickly, "The transformation of genes, the merit is in the future, the benefit is in all generations, can your wealth be guaranteed to be passed down for so long
So you earn. "
He Jueyun: ...
He Jueyun gritted his teeth and said, "Can you not be so unwilling to admit defeat
Can you let me do it first
! "
"well."
Qiong Cang sighed and said indulgently, "Go ahead."
He Jueyun pondered for a while, and wanted to say, from a worldly point of view... What's the matter, but you are in the most unworldly corner of my heart... Turning his head to the sky with a helpless and proud face, he found that he couldn't continue. .
He is gone.
He Jueyun discouraged: "Forget it, I have nothing to say."
Qiong Cang asked, "So what?"
"Okay, what else can I do?"
He Jueyun said dejectedly, "What else do you think we can do
Can I still get the certificate now? "
"That's great, you're willing to work today."
Qiongcang took his arm and led him out of the rest room, "I want to sweep a tomb for Jiang Ling.
As a family member, can you come together? "
He Jueyun said numbly, "Oh."
When the two of them came to the door of the hospital, Qionggong only reacted.
She looked at He Jueyun's slightly regretful expression and asked, "Did I interrupt the reading of your skill bar?"
He Jueyun shook his face: "...I thank you."
Qiong Cang said humbly: "It's not necessary.
A piece of cake. "
He Jueyun almost spit at her, thinking that the relationship between the two had just been established, and he couldn't stand the twists and turns, so he forcibly endured it.
He held Qiong Cang's hand and put it in his pocket without a doubt, while staring straight ahead without squinting, pretending to be natural.
Only the ears are a little red.
Soon, Fan Huai's car stopped in front of them, the window was lowered, and he motioned for them to come up.
The two sat in the back seat together, and the taciturn girl sat in the front row.
Fan Huai's complexion improved a lot. When he saw the hands of the two of them, he smiled and said tentatively, "Master?"
He Jueyun was immediately pleased by his words. If Fan Huai was an employee of Sanyao, He Jueyun could double his salary on the spot.
The vehicle started smoothly, through the streets, heading for the suburban cemetery.
Halfway through, Qiongcang called out, "Fan Huai."
The person in the driver's seat leaned against the window and responded lazily, "Huh?"
"Any plans
The teacher assigns work to you. "
Qiong said, "You need to learn a little professional skills to match your ability.
Usually do not need to work overtime, the work intensity is moderate, and there are multiple holidays every year, which can easily exceed one million. "
Fan Huai recovered a little and smiled, "Really?"
Qiong Cang glanced at He Jueyun, nodded and said, "Yes, I'll let you go through the back door."
He Jueyun pondered for a moment after hearing this.
There is such a subtle feeling, but I can't say much.
An hour later, everyone arrived at the cemetery.
White flowers were placed in front of the tombstone, and their petals were shaking slightly as the breeze caressed them.
Fan Huai knelt on the ground and kowtowed reverently.
He didn't know what to say, so he kept stroking the words on the tombstone with his hands.
It seemed that he could convey his peace to her.
Qiongcang stood behind Fan Huai and said with mixed feelings, "I brought you back."
At that moment, it seemed that all the stones had fallen to the ground, and all the fallen leaves had returned to their roots.
There was no more weight on her shoulders.
The woman on the tombstone, her brows and eyes are as gentle as ever. She looked at a few people with a light smile, her smile melting in the warm autumn sun.
Fan Huai got up again and walked to Fan An's tomb, bowing his head, his tone was sad and gentle, as if whispering in his ear: "An An, brother, I'm sorry... I'm late.
Will you be okay in your next life
In the next life, brother will definitely find you first..."
Many people who have been hurt want to use the so-called tomorrow to forget the painful past. However, in fact, all tomorrows bear the imprint of yesterday.
To deny the past is to deny yourself desperately.
Life may be a road that cannot be turned back and cannot be avoided.
Even if you need to overcome thorns and thorns, you must keep moving forward.
I wish you peace.
Running gamer.