It is better to hit the sun than to choose the day.
She was the one who said she wanted to eat hot pot, and she was the one who was absent-minded.
Song Yuhang cleaned up the rice in the bowl in twos and said, "I'm full, let's go out for a while."
Mother Song got up and called her name in a sad voice: "Yu Hang, don't go again, don't go again... Let us worry."
Song Yuhang turned around and looked at them, the hot pot on the induction cooker was still bubbling and bubbling, and the aroma was overflowing.
The washed dishes are still stained with water on the plate.
It's all so beautiful and peaceful.
Lin Yan should also sit here and enjoy such warmth.
But she is gone, and she can no longer eat her beloved hot pot.
Song Yuhang shook his head: "Mom, I'm sorry, I can't do it, I can promise you not to do anything that hurts yourself and live a good life, but if you want me to be indifferent and act like nothing happened, I'm sorry, I can't do it. "
After Song Yuhang left, Mother Song stared at the closed door in a daze for a long time, until Ji Jingxing picked up a handful of boiled vegetables with chopsticks and put them into her bowl.
"Mom, let her go, what else can she do, there is always something to look forward to in life."
Xiaowei bit her chopsticks, although she couldn't understand what they were talking about, she saw her mother pick up vegetables for grandma, and grandma was crying, so she also gave grandma a piece of the meat in the bowl.
She still doesn't like to talk very much, but this cute move is enough to make Song's mother burst into laughter.
"Good boy, eat quickly, there are still so many dishes, Jing Xing, you eat too."
"Hey, well, Mom, try this."
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Carol nightclub.
The two-story antique building hidden in the busy city, with green tiles and cornices, is magnificent, and the walls are decorated with colored lights. The neon lights are flashing, almost illuminating the entire street.
The signboards were all carved from pear blossom wood, hanging high above the house.
A few handsome young men in suits and leather shoes stood at the door, and when they saw a car approaching, they immediately opened the door for someone and bowed slightly to welcome them in.
Song Yuhang stood across the road, finished smoking a cigarette, stamped out the cigarette butt and walked over.
As expected, he was stopped.
"Hello ma'am, please show me your membership card."
The young man in suit and leather shoes said with a little alienation.
Song Yuhang: "Do I need a membership card to listen to music?"
"Yes, this club adopts a membership system, and you can only enter if you apply for a card first."
It seems that Feng Jianguo is right, this place only entertains regular customers.
Song Yuhang looked up at the magnificent signboard: "How much does it cost to get in?"
The young man looked at her and saw that she was dressed in ordinary clothes and had no expensive accessories on her body. Even because her hair was messy, her jacket was unbuttoned, and the laces of her combat boots were untied. Character.
At first glance, he looked like a poor ghost, and a trace of disdain appeared in the eyes of the young man.
"Get a card for 100,000 yuan first, and there is a minimum consumption to enter."
Song Yuhang originally thought that it would only be five thousand if he died, but who knew that he would throw out an astronomical figure.
Is this a fucking entertainment club or a black shop
She put her hands in her pockets, felt for the police officer's ID card, and let it go again.
Forget it, you can't startle the snake.
"I'll just go in and find someone. It shouldn't cost so much money."
Her original intention was to test, but who knew that the other party became vigilant when she heard her saying that she wanted to find someone.
The young man glanced over, and several other bodyguards at the door surrounded her without a trace.
"If you don't spend it, I'm sorry, please go back."
Song Yuhang walked back resentfully, and the young men scattered away. She glanced back, turned around suddenly, pushed away the man who was talking to her, and rushed straight in.
Before he touched the threshold, he was beaten with two fists and four hands, and was thrown out with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
Song Yuhang was lying on the street, and passing vehicles honked their horns. She clutched her shoulders and limped up, walked to the other side of the road, and saw a convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes and liquor.
The cigarette was Lin Yan's usual Marlboro.
Song Yuhang tapped it with trembling red eyes, and he could feel a little warmth when he tasted her.
She walked along the base of the wall, crying as she walked, and soon reached the back door of the nightclub.
There were still a few people watching her, looking at her unkindly.
She took a sip of white wine, wiped her lips, then fell back and touched the fence, wondering if she could turn over.
The policeman in the patrol car on the side of the road looked at her, the lights flashing.
Song Yuhang's lips curled into a sarcastic smile, he let go of his hand from the wall, and staggered forward with a wine bottle in his hand.
The police car followed her for several hundred meters and left after seeing nothing unusual.
Just like that, with a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine in her pocket, she walked forward in a daze, and unknowingly came to the gymnasium where she used to box.
It was already past the off-duty time, and there was no one there on a weekday night, and only a dim wall lamp was turned on in the venue.
Song Yuhang climbed up to the ring, stumbled and turned over, liquor spilled all over her, she didn't care, drank what was left in the bottle in two or three gulps, and threw the bottle on the ground.
With only the dangling sandbag in her eyes, she climbed up, threw her fists on it, hit and kicked, and let out an angry roar from the depths of her throat.
The sandbag dangled, bouncing back under the heavy punches tirelessly.
Song Yuhang vented his pain with punches and punches tirelessly.
Alcohol made her almost insane.
Sweat quickly soaked the clothes, and the black hair was wet and stuck to the forehead, dripping water.
She punched it, her arms trembling slightly, and the water droplets on the sandbag also dripped down.
Song Yuhang panted heavily, lowered his head, and burst into tears one by one on the floor.
Her fist was pressed against the sandbag and she didn't move, only her heavy breathing and sobbing in the empty arena.
"Over the years, you are the only friend she brought to us and tacitly accepted."
"Miss told me a long time ago that she fell in love with someone, a woman named Song Yuhang."
"She said that her purpose of living is only for revenge, and she doesn't know how long she can live, so she dare not be tempted."
"The People's Procuratorate of Jiangcheng City, according to the law, seized the property belonging to the late forensic doctor Lin Yan of the Municipal Public Security Bureau..."
"This is Miss's relic, it should be returned to the original owner."
"Team Song, let us mourn."
…
She remembered what Feng Jianguo said to her last.
"After you drove the car into the sea, Lin Yan jumped down, and we... couldn't stop her."
"In fact, she was already in a very bad condition when she came up from the bottom of the sea. You know... her illness cannot be injured. Before the ambulance came, she insisted on doing effective cardiopulmonary resuscitation for you for half an hour."
Feng Jianguo's eyes were still wet when he recalled that scene.
While Lin Yan was doing it, as soon as he exerted force on his arm, the wound on his shoulder began to ooze blood.
In the cold winter of Shuojiu, she knelt on the cold and wet beach, shivering from the cold wind, her lips were blue.
Later, when the emergency doctor came, they found out that she was already dying due to excessive blood loss at that time, and it was not entirely due to the cold.
"She was unwilling to hand you over to others. She didn't hand you over to the doctor who came afterward until she saw your chest rise and fall with her own eyes and felt your carotid artery pulse."
"She herself... failed to stand up again."
The people in the darkness stood close to the wall, and saw her punching the sandbag through the gap in the door, and finally knelt down, hugging the sandbag and crying loudly.
Her heart also died together, and she had to use all her strength to clenched her fists tightly, her nails sank deep into her flesh, she bit her lower lip tightly, and the tip of her tongue tasted a trace of blood before she could barely restrain her thoughts. The urge to rush in and hug her.
It wasn't that there was no thrilling life and death in the past, and she had never seen her cry so heart-piercingly.
In her impression, Song Yuhang has always been restrained, calm, and rational, and a little bit of indulgence is reserved for skin-to-skin kisses.
Song Yuhang has a ruthless temper and always wants to rub her to the bone, but as long as she shows the slightest expression of ready to cry, that person will soften down and coax her.
She seldom loses control completely, let alone looks hysterical and embarrassed like she is now.
The woman didn't dare to look any more, she hurriedly looked away, leaned against the wall, covered her lips with tears streaming down her face, crying and laughing at the same time.
She bent down to keep herself from crying.
Unexpectedly, the movement inside stopped.
Song Yuhang's voice: "Lin Yan, is that you?!"
Before she could push the door open, the woman ran away.
When she stumbled out, there was no one outside the door.
She was spinning in circles like a trapped animal.
"Lin Yan, come out! I just... just... I heard your voice just now... It's you... It's you crying, right?"
In the empty gymnasium, no one answered her.
Song Yuhang gritted his teeth and ran all the way to the street, the traffic lights were flashing, there was a lot of traffic, and pedestrians crowded shoulder to shoulder.
She broke the shoulder of the girl in front of her: "Lin—"
"What are you doing?! Crazy?!"
"I'm sorry, I admitted the wrong person."
She saw someone wearing the same skirt as her, and excitedly patted him on the shoulder.
"Lin Yan!"
The boyfriend of the other party glared at him: "What are you doing?! Are you looking for a fight?"
"I'm sorry, I made a mistake."
She ran across the long street, turned over the overpass, crossed the zebra crossing, walked on the sidewalk, and met many "Lin Yan", but none of them was the Lin Yan she was looking for.
When being shoved to the ground by another boyfriend again, Song Yuhang smiled and tears rolled down his face.
She got up, her clothes were torn, her face was disheveled, and she walked forward indifferently under the pointing eyes of passers-by.
This time she didn't bother anyone.
She didn't know where to go, and she didn't want to just go home and worry her mother, so a bus stopped in front of her.
The terminal is - Castle Peak villas.
In a daze, she threw money and climbed up to find a seat to sit down.
The last train to the suburbs late at night was empty.
The driver stopped the car at the terminal and kindly reminded her: "Miss, could it be that you are taking the wrong direction? There is no car at this point, so I'll go back, or I'll drop by—"
Song Yuhang rejected his offer: "No, thank you, my family is here."
She said, jumped out of the car, and walked up the long mountain road, how she wished she could see the lights in the villa after turning the intersection in front of her.
She was full of hope, but in the end it was in vain.
Song Yuhang squatted down next to Malu Yazi, looked at the dark room opposite, took out a crumpled cigarette case from his pocket and smoothed it out, took out a lady's cigarette and put it on his lips, and clicked on the light Lighter.
In the smog, the street lamps cast a warm light, and April mosquitoes danced around her.
She just squatted and smoked all night.
What Song Yuhang didn't know was that in a car parked not far away, someone watched her silently for the whole night.
Until the white belly was exposed in the east, cigarette butts fell on the ground at Song Yuhang's feet.
The driver urged: "You should go."
The woman came back to her senses: "Let's go."
She spoke very slowly and her voice was obscure.
When the car started, she couldn't help looking back, looking at her messy eyebrows, red eyes, hand holding a cigarette, black hair, everything about her. Until it turns into a small dot and can no longer be seen.
In such a process, her heart was gradually torn apart, and the part that belonged to the past was completely finalized as it got farther and farther away from her.
The woman looked up, tears rolling down slowly.
There is no more boredom in the world.
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Three days later, the border.
A jeep is driving through the jungle.
The Boundary River not far away was flowing slowly, making the sound of gurgling water.
It had just rained last night, and the soil was soft. The jeep drove by quickly, and the grass on the side of the road was splashed with mud.
The jeep turned a corner and a woman rolled out of the car, crackling and crushing a large piece of bushes.
The terrain here is low-lying, the woman rolled to the side of the road, bumped her head against an oil palm tree by the side of the road, and slipped, she seemed to be struggling to climb up, but in the end she just tore off a few dead vines and fell down.
After spinning around for a while, she couldn't catch anything anymore, and fell headfirst into the puddle beside the Jie River.
ebb and flow.
Several fishing boats came over.
A kind-hearted villager cast a net but couldn't move it. When he turned it over and looked at it, he was shocked.
"Come on, there's someone here!"
Several people hurriedly jumped into the shallow puddle and carried them onto the boat.
"Girl, girl, wake up!"
The woman frowned, coughed a few times, choked out the accumulated water in her lungs, and woke up slowly, her eyes were still guarded.
"You... you are?"
"We are fishermen from a nearby fishing village."
Mandarin with a slight southern accent.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief: "Here?"
"It's within the territory of China. After crossing the river in front, it's a small fishing village."
Looking at the bruised nose and swollen face of the woman who fell into the water, it seemed that she had suffered a lot, and seeing that she was soaked and blood was still on her body, several fishermen couldn't bear it, so they took out a blanket and covered her.
The woman sat up and said thanks.
Seeing her beautiful eyes, the boy who rescued her couldn't help blushing and said, "What's your name? Why are you here?"
Holding the dirty electric kettle lid handed over by the villagers, the woman took a sip of hot water, with a treacherous smile on her lips.
But she concealed it very well, at least when she raised her head to speak, she was a very miserable woman who was sold by her husband to Southeast Asia and wanted to smuggle back by herself, but unfortunately slipped and fell into the water.
"My name is Pei Jin..."
She and the boy exchanged names.
The middle-aged man on the bow pole looked back at her without any trace, and winked at the people next to him.
The man took the fishing net and got into the cabin.
The woman knows that people all over the world are looking for "Golden Pheasant", and she doesn't even need to do anything extra, as long as she releases the news, someone will come to her door.
All she has to do now is wait.
The woman put the lid of the electric kettle aside, narrowed her eyes comfortably and enjoyed the sunshine.
It feels good to see the light of day again.
If you are still there.
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"Lin Yan is really dead?!" The man asked hastily and bluntly.
Lin Youyuan was nestled in a wheelchair, skinny, and his blue and white hospital gown was empty.
He has an oxygen tube in his nose and a ventilator next to him. His voice is muffled and heavy, and his breathing is as heavy as pulling a bellows.
"died."
After he said these two words lightly, he began to cough violently, causing the infusion stand to wobble.
The butler quickly patted his back to breathe, and put on the oxygen mask.
"Master, calm down and don't get excited."
The man took a step back, seemingly in disbelief.
Lin Youyuan paused for a while, then looked up at him.
"Didn't you...ahem...have you known?"
Knowing it is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.
Before he could answer, Lin Youyuan's lips curled into a sarcasm again: "Seeing off the guests."
"Please." Lin Youyuan's personal butler also maintained enough respect in front of him, bowed slightly, and put on a gesture of invitation.
The man glanced at him and strode away.
When he walked to the corridor, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Lin Youyuan didn't want to hide it from him, otherwise people wouldn't come in, so the housekeeper lowered his head slightly and said shyly.
"Advanced lung cancer."
The man's body shook suddenly, as if he had aged a lot, his lips trembled.
"No need to send it off, go and take care of your master."
at the same time.
The two secret letters were sent to Kuba and Wang Qiang at the same time.
"Found Jinhong?!" The man sat up from the woman's embrace with a jerk, with the grape skin still sticking to his lips.
The woman wanted to wipe it for him, but was brushed away.
"Tell me specifically what's going on."
Kuba handed the note up.
The old man took a look and threw it aside.
"It's just a broker, it doesn't matter if you die."
Kuba hesitated for a while, but chose to speak bluntly.
"Although it's an ant, all our products come from her. If she died, our sales would probably be lost by half, not to mention those beauties..."
The old man sneered, knocked on the melon seeds, and also fed one to the parrot on his shoulder.
"In the end, it's still a woman's business."
Kuba hurriedly took a step back, clasped his palms together to express his absolute loyalty.
"Don't dare..."
The old man kowtowed the melon seeds and looked straight ahead, with the parrot poking his head over his shoulder.
"I heard that the boundary river is not peaceful recently. It has disappeared for so long, and I don't know..."
Kuba's expression turned cold: "I'll make arrangements now."
The old man put the melon seeds on the plate: "What has Lin Ge been doing lately?"
Kuba scratched his head, seemingly puzzled: "I haven't been out much recently, and the person I sent said he...he..."
"His what?"
Kuba slapped his forehead and remembered.
"I don't drink tea or eat, I'm distraught!"
The old man paused from the hand holding the teacup on the table, and put it down straight away, the lid of the tea was overturned.
"idiot."
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"Brother Wang, what should we do?" The servant carefully studied his expression.
Before the singing girl could understand the whole story, she was dragged and kicked out.
Wang Qiang was wearing a black suit and vest, pacing back and forth in the room.
Pei Jinhong's opponent said in a strange way: "Recently, the boundary river is not peaceful. On the day when Sister Hong came back, an armed conflict broke out. Who knows if it is the Tiaozi? Sister Hong will not come back sooner or later, but why come back at this time. It must have been a bit too coincidental."
These words imply that Pei Jinhong is most likely to join Tiaozi.
Wang Qiang suddenly stopped in his tracks, with a smug look on his face.
"I'll pick her up personally. If she takes refuge in the note, then..."
He raised his hand in a shoot-to-kill gesture.