When she walked out of Jingtai Building, it was already late at night, but the reporters were still around the door. Seeing them coming out, they rushed up and surrounded her, and all kinds of long guns and short cannons came in front of her.
"Miss Lin, Miss Lin, please say a few words."
"Miss Lin, Miss Lin..."
The crowd jostled each other to get closer to her.
Lin Yan couldn't move an inch, maybe it was because she had cried just now, her eyes were still red, and the spotlight started to flash randomly, making it hard to keep her eyes open.
All of a sudden, she couldn't hear anything, her head was blank, she was sweating all over, her hands and feet were shaking, only the faces of these people were turning around, and their mouths were opening and closing, but she couldn't hear them clearly. say what.
When she was at a loss, a strong hand gently grabbed her, and Song Yuhang strode to drag her out of the encirclement, wrapped her shoulders with one hand, and walked out of the crowd.
Lin Yan came back to his senses and looked up at her, only to see her frowning, with a sad and forbearing expression on her face, and finally when the reporter caught up with her, she couldn't help it, turned around and shouted: "Stop chasing, This is the privacy of the parties involved, we do not accept interviews, not every public figure has to cut out his wounds for others to see!"
She clenched her fists tightly, and her eyes were red: "If you chase me again, I will call the police and detain you on the charge of picking quarrels and provoking trouble!"
Lin Yan was startled, looked at her back, growled like a child, defended her against the malice from all over the world, and finally couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips.
Song Yuhang turned around and interlocked his fingers with her, the anger on his face was still there: "Let's go."
Song Yuhang still had a tense face until he was stuffed into the car, holding the steering wheel and frowning tightly.
Lin Yan couldn't help bursting out laughing, pinching her face: "Okay, give me a laugh, isn't it Yuji, I really don't care what they say."
Song Yuhang turned his face: "It was like this before?"
Lin Yan knew what she was talking about, and shrugged indifferently, pretending to be relaxed.
"Well, it's a common thing, you don't know how much they used to go too far, saying that I was flirtatious and flirtatious..."
Before she finished speaking, her voice gradually decreased.
Song Yuhang kept looking at her, tears slowly pooled in his eyes, his mouth shrunk, and the golden beans fell down.
"I'm sorry, I... I didn't know before... From now on... I won't let you face these alone again..."
The resolute and resolute police officer in front of others seems to only expose her weakness and childishness in front of herself.
Lin Yan's heart was soaked by the tears, her nose started to feel sore, and she pulled off her collar suddenly.
"Song Yuhang."
"Huh?" The police officer sniffed and cried convulsively, not knowing why.
Lin Yan closed her eyes lightly, and put her lips together: "I love you."
Let alone a confession, she seldom kissed her proactively. Song Yuhang was taken aback suddenly, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. After a while, when she was about to pull away and leave, he broke up again He passed her shoulder and kissed her deeply.
How can people who have tasted the sweetness easily give up.
Compared with Lin Yan's casual kiss just now, Song Yuhang's was much more fanatical.
Lin Yan retreated steadily, and put his hand on her shoulder as if he couldn't help it, and gently pushed her out.
"Well… "
Song Yuhang became more and more serious, saying vaguely: "I also... love you."
When they finally parted, both of them were out of breath, Lin Yan blushed, his eyes were watery, and there was something imaginative at the corners of his lips.
Song Yuhang's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he leaned over again, with a clear goal, simple and direct movements, and reached out to unbutton her clothes.
"Lin Yan, I think..."
Lin Yan slapped her hand away with his satchel, and cursed angrily, "Get lost, shameless!"
"Oh." Song Yuhang felt the pain, and withdrew his hand aggrievedly, and watched her blouse buttoned inside reluctantly, and licked his lower lip.
God knows how long it's been since she touched her, okay
She even dreamed.
If Lin Yan doesn't let her touch it again, she will explode on the spot.
Song Yuhang burst into tears silently in his heart, and set off in gear.
Looking at her eyes, Lin Yan knew what she was thinking, blushed slightly, and the corners of her lips were pursed.
"Hurry up, I'm tired and want to go home early."
Song Yuhang's eyes lit up, there was something to be done, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.
"Okay, Ms. Lin can do whatever she wants. If you say no, then don't touch it. If you say yes, then... hehehe!"
Lin Yan blushed and raised her satchel: "Who said you want to..."
Song Yuhang hid outside, holding the steering wheel tightly with his hands, and the corners of his lips parted in a big arc: "Hey, hey, driving, going home to make trouble, go home to make trouble."
As for how to "make trouble" at home, of course she has the final say.
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As soon as the door was opened, Song Yuhang pushed the person in and locked the room with his backhand. The things in his hand were piled up on the coffee table, and the sofa caved in slightly.
Lin Yan pushed her shoulders: "Well... go take a shower first."
Song Yuhang took off her coat, bit the button of her shirt with her teeth, and pushed her hand above her head.
As soon as Lin Yan lightened up, he was lifted up.
"Wash together."
The shower sprayed hot water, and two pairs of bare feet stepped on the ground. The heater in the bathroom was turned on warmly, and mist soon formed on the glass windows.
Lin Yan's originally pale face was red as if dripping blood, he buried his head in the crook of her neck, and grabbed her arm with his fingers.
Song Yuhang freed up a hand to pinch the back of her neck: "Can't stand anymore?"
"Hmm..." She hummed softly like a cat.
Song Yuhang's heart was about to melt, and the water in the bathtub next to him was about to be filled. She turned around and picked him up.
Just when Lin Yan thought this long tug-of-war was finally coming to an end, he was put into the bathtub again.
Her long eyelashes fluttered up and down, and she lay on the edge of the bathtub, looking quite happy.
Song Yuhang wrapped his long arms around and brought the person into his arms.
Lin Yanlazi raised his eyes: "Why?"
Except for the nape of her neck, she seems to have found new fun.
Song Yuhang kneaded the part of her lower back back and forth where the waist was sunken, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's still early, let's soak for a while."
Her palms were rough and calloused, and goosebumps quickly appeared on the areas touched.
Lin Yan shuddered all over, bit her lower lip slightly, and rationally told her that she should refuse: "Song—"
Before he could finish speaking, his lips were sealed.
Ripples appeared on the surface of the water.
Drops of water slid off the glass bathroom door.
Two neat pairs of slippers were placed on the ground.
Song Yuhang: "Speak less and do more."
When she was carried to the bed again, Lin Yan was about to collapse. The loss of water made her throat extremely thirsty. Song Yuhang poured a glass of warm water and brought it to her lips, and fed her to drink in small sips.
When she gulped down half of the glass of water, Song Yuhang took the glass from her hand and found a hair dryer to dry her hair.
Lin Yan was lying on the pillow, drowsy from the warm wind, her fingers unconsciously hooking the corners of her clothes.
"I'm sorry, I gave away most of the money and didn't leave it to you."
Song Yuhang focused on blowing the slightly wet hair in her hands, and massaged her scalp from time to time.
"It's okay, I can earn money myself."
"But..." Lin Yan bit her lip slightly.
The two hundred million yuan was originally reserved for her by Lin Youyuan, and she probably hoped that she would take the money to revitalize the Lin family, so that the business would improve, the employees' wages would naturally be paid, and Lin Yan would have enough food and clothing. He spent the rest of his life worry-free with property, but what he didn't expect was that Lin Yan would do even better. She took the money, but the company disbanded. At that time, only a small number were distributed on the spot, and more branch offices in different places will allocate funds in the past two days.
Others may not understand the reason why she did this, but Song Yuhang did, and patted her head.
"Money is a double-edged sword. It can inspire people to forge ahead, but it can also make people degenerate. I hope you will be a happy ordinary person rather than sitting on a million dollars."
The sound of the hair dryer stopped, Lin Yan felt warm all over, turned over and nestled under the quilt, his voice was a little confused.
"But... I haven't bought you a big house, luxury car, diamond ring..."
Song Yuhang's eyes became hot, he turned off the desk lamp, and hugged her from behind.
"One person is worth ten thousand gold."
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"No. 0378, someone came to see you." The iron door opened with a bang, what Zheng Chengrui didn't expect was that someone would come to see him at this time.
He cut his hair short, lost some weight, got up numbly and walked out together with the prison guards.
Duan Cheng sat across the wall and waited for him.
The prison guard opened the handcuffs for him. Zheng Chengrui sat down and put on handshakes and shackles again. He was wearing a dark blue prison uniform. Because of the blue and white stripes on the back, it was often called "zebra uniform" by the criminal police. The police navy blue uniform is just a letter difference, but it is a world of difference.
Duan Cheng seemed a little strange looking at him like this, staring at the place on his chest where the siren should have been worn for a long time, without saying a word.
On the contrary, Zheng Chengrui was more calm: "Here we come."
Duan Cheng responded lightly, and looked up at the new stubble on his chin, his whole face faintly had some of the delicate and handsome outlines of the past, but because the food in the detention center was not as good as before, there was no blood on his face.
"you lost weight."
Zheng Chengrui smiled slightly, still as simple and honest as before.
"If you don't eat snacks, you will naturally lose weight."
Duan Cheng took out a plastic bag from the bottom and handed it to the prison guard standing next to him for inspection.
"I can't bring in food or anything. It's autumn soon. I brought you some thick clothes and daily necessities."
Through a transparent glass, Zheng Chengrui watched as the prison guard put the big plastic bag on the table and rummaged through it, touching and touching it inside and out, including the interlayer of clothes.
He moved his eyes back and looked at the mature eyebrows of the boy in front of him.
"Thank you, you and Fang Xin?"
Mentioning Fang Xin, Duan Cheng also smiled.
"I took her to meet my parents, and they all liked her very much. Now it's only her parents who haven't agreed yet."
"Very good, I wish you a happy union for a hundred years in advance and be united forever."
His verdict hasn't come down yet, but the combined punishment for several crimes should not be taken lightly, but I don't know if it will...
Thinking of this, Duan Cheng's eyes became hot, and he turned his body slightly.
No matter what Zheng Chengrui said, he was a little older than him, and he had already taken these things lightly. Since he started on this road, he was already ready to be ruined.
He just said: "Go back, live a good life with Fang Xin, don't come again."
After all, he was charged with a special crime, and it was not good for him to come here often.
Duan Cheng raised his head and asked him with red eyes: "Do you regret it?"
Zheng Chengrui didn't seem to expect that he would ask this question, he was slightly startled for a moment, then shook his head slowly.
"The most important thing for a person is to keep looking forward, how can he keep looking behind."
Duan Cheng also seemed to have expected that he would say that, slightly raised the corners of his lips, turned his head to smile, his eyes were still red.
Visiting time was approaching, and the prison guards began to rush.
He took out a photo from his jacket pocket, and passed it through the bottom slit through a pane of glass.
"Sister Lin asked me to give it to you. I found it at Pei Jinhong's house."
It was a yellowish black-and-white photo, half of which was torn off by someone, leaving only a smiling little girl with croissants standing quietly.
The girl raised her hand slightly, probably holding her relatives, but unfortunately that half is no longer there.
Zheng Chengrui's calm and numb expression finally showed a crack, and the hand holding the photo began to tremble.
He trembled his lips, looked up at him, and then at the little girl in the photo, trembling more and more.
Duan Cheng stood up, with a trace of pity and regret in his eyes.
"You said you don't regret it, but do you know that you betrayed the information to Lin Ge, and Lin Ge then changed hands to inform the top master, almost killing Lin Jie, and also killing you..."
He put his hands on the glass, as if he couldn't bear to say any more, he closed his eyes slightly, and clenched his fingertips into fists.
"If it wasn't for... she would still be alive."
Holding this photo, Zheng Chengrui was shaking like a sieve. Even if he was arrested and imprisoned, he had never seen him with red eyes. He tried to stand up, but was handcuffed by the interrogation chair, unable to break free, and his wrists were rubbed against the table. with.
Two tall prison guards rushed forward to grab him, pushed him back firmly, and put his head on the table.
Zheng Chengrui opened his eyes, his glasses fell off, and tears flowed down his cheeks and onto the table.
There was a sound like a wild animal roaring from his mouth.
Duan Cheng couldn't bear to look any longer, he loosened his clenched fist from the glass, turned and left.
A man was wailing and crying hysterically behind him.
Duan Cheng was still in a daze until he walked out of the detention center, the crying seemed to be lingering in his ears.
As soon as he stepped into the muddy water, he noticed that it was raining outside at some point.
Annoyed, he touched a cigarette from the cigarette case, which was soon wet by the rain, and the lighter would not ignite.
Duan Cheng thought of Zheng Chengrui's desperate eyes before he left, and a soreness rushed straight to his eyes, and when he let go of his fingers, the smoke suddenly fell to the ground.
A pair of wedge shoes came from far and near.
He looked up the owner of the shoe, and the rain stopped.
Fang Xin held the umbrella for him.
After receiving the secret beauty recipes taught by Lin Yan, Fang Xin took off the glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, put on invisibility, let his long hair loose, and learned to dress himself up.
Under the dim streetlights, she had applied a thin layer of makeup, her face was not particularly stunning, but she was pretty and endearing.
Standing here with her whole body relieved him from that sad atmosphere, let alone what she said.
"Let's go, my dad is calling us home for dinner."
Duan Cheng was startled, and then he hugged her fiercely, buried his head in her neck, and his shoulders trembled.
Fang Xin took a step back to stabilize his figure, held the umbrella in one hand, hugged him back, and stroked the sweater on his back.
After a while, he finally regained his composure, wiped his face, stroked his hair, and took the umbrella from her hand.
"Okay, let's go shopping then."
Fang Xin looked at the cigarette case in his hand: "My dad has bronchitis..."
Duan Cheng tactfully threw the cigarette case into the trash can on the side of the road: "I quit."
"My mother has a bad temper and loves nagging..."
"Everything my mother-in-law says is right."
Fang Xin was angry: "The horoscope has not been written yet!"
Duan Cheng put his arms around her shoulders, the two were holding an umbrella together, and the street lights cast a picture of them cuddling together.
"Sooner or later."
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After Zhao Junfeng was arrested, Song Yuhang also visited her teacher's wife in the provincial capital, and Lin Yan went with her.
She intended not to ask her to go, because the journey was far away, and because she was Zhao Junfeng's wife after all, she was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable if she had a grudge.
She was considerate of everything, but Lin Yan smiled slightly.
"You think about others, why don't you think about yourself? I have thousands of reasons not to go, but there is only one reason why I must go, and that is to accompany you."
She used to come to the door in front of her often when she was in school, but now she feels a little too close to home and can't knock on it.
Song Yuhang hesitated for a while, and when he was about to ring the doorbell, the door opened from the inside.
The old man appeared behind the door, with silver hair on his head, and his eyes were a little dull. Seeing them, he smiled slightly, and the smile was also weak.
"It's Yu Hang."
Song Yuhang took a step forward: "It's me, Master."
She shifted her gaze to Lin Yan who was at the side.
"This is?"
Since Zhao Junfeng was arrested, people from the family would come to investigate every three days, so the expression on the old man's face was slightly confused and vigilant.
"is my friend."
Song Yuhang replied, holding hands and pulling the person in, Lin Yan put the things in his hand on the table.
When she was in school, she often came here to eat, but she never brought any classmates or friends here.
The old man suddenly realized, and took another look at Lin Yan. This is probably her very important friend who knows everything.
However, she has been living in a muddle recently, and her mind is not very clear.
The old man turned around again and walked in numbly, speaking plausibly.
"It doesn't matter if you're here or here, no one is running here except the police recently."
She didn't come here today as a policeman, so she has enough reason to feel sad.
Song Yuhang followed her in: "Let's take a look at you, is there anything I can help you with?"
The old man shook his head and picked up the electric kettle to pour water for them.
"No, no, people in the community come to ask about it every three days. I just sent a bag of rice last month and haven't finished eating it."
After pouring for a long time, the kettle was empty, and the old man put it down in embarrassment.
"Oh, I cooked it in the morning, after drinking it, stay for dinner at night, my wife will cook something delicious for you."
As the old man said, he opened the refrigerator door again. Lin Yan noticed that the power behind the refrigerator was not plugged in.
As soon as I opened it, there was a smell of rotten vegetable leaves.
The old man was slightly stunned, and searched the plastic bag for a long time: "Oh, it's all broken, I can't eat it, then I'll give you some noodles."
Song Yuhang stopped her movement: "Master, don't be too busy, we are not hungry."
The old man turned around dejectedly: "Look at me, my memory is getting worse and worse, by the way, where is Old Zhao, is it alright?"
When she said this, there was eagerness in her eyes, and she held her hand tightly.
Song Yuhang pulled the man to the sofa and sat down. He took the electric kettle and boiled a pot of hot water and filled it up.
Lin Yan conveniently plugged in the refrigerator.
"Well, it's almost autumn, the weather is dry, and I have some coughs."
Before she finished speaking, the old man stood up suddenly, trembling, and walked towards the back room.
"Then I'll find some thick clothes for him, and you can bring them to him for me."
Before the court's decision, people are locked in the detention center, except for lawyers and case investigators, they are not allowed to see each other, not even their family members, let alone such a serious case.
Duan Cheng was able to see Zheng Chengrui because of the arrangement above, so that he could tell the truth as soon as possible.
"it is good."
Song Yuhang agreed and followed her in.
The old man's hands trembled a little, he opened the closet, and took out a large pile of clothes.
She doesn't pay much attention to her daily life, she forgets everything, but she knows Zhao Junfeng's daily life very well.
"Sigh, I don't know if the food inside is good or not. He likes the dumplings filled with cabbage and pork that I made the most."
"These are some autumn clothes. I bought them at the material exchange meeting that year. They cost three pieces for twenty yuan in the square."
As the old man said, he seemed to be stuck in the memory, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips, and he picked it out and put it aside.
"I don't know when the review will be finished, so I'd better bring a few sweaters."
"And this, the coat issued by the unit, I washed it clean for him."
Song Yuhang noticed that the colors of the buttons on the cuffs were not the same, probably the old man sewed them on after they were dropped.
She felt sore: "Teacher's wife, find a big bag, and I'll pack it all up."
"Hey, okay, okay, in the drawer under the wardrobe, check to see if there are any woven bags."
The old man said, unable to free his hand.
Song Yuhang went over to help her search, but he couldn't find the woven bag, but he found a lot of medical records, medical imaging materials, various medicine bottles, and insulin pens, stuffing a drawer full.
Lin Yan leaned against the door with folded arms, watching her take out an inspection report and trembling lips: "Master, this is..."
Lin Yan turned his gaze to the old man, with a look of pity and indescribable meaning.
The old man didn't take it seriously, and continued to pack Zhao Junfeng's clothes: "Hey, diabetes, I've had it for decades, and the doctor said that I wouldn't live for so many years, but Lao Zhao didn't believe it, so he insisted on dragging me to various hospitals across the country , I still need to take that insulin injection, which costs a few hundred yuan per injection, and I take it every day... "
Song Yuhang squeezed the report sheet tightly: "When was it found out? Why didn't you tell me?"
The old man didn't look up, and packed a few pieces of clothing for Zhao Junfeng.
"Hey, how long ago did that happen? You had it when you were still in school. Telling you is one more person to worry about."
Song Yuhang's eyes quickly filled with a large mist.
She babbled on something later, but she couldn't hear it again.
After the group packed up their things, Song Yuhang insisted on taking her out for a meal, but the old man refused.
"I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. If he comes back, someone has to open the door for him."
At the end, the old man held her hand again and questioned her.
"Yuhang, can you tell me what he did and why it took so long to censor him?"
She still doesn't know that the news that Zhao Junfeng has been arrested is already a lenient organization.
Song Yuhang managed to hold up his smile: "Wait a little longer. After a while, I'll see if I can apply to the higher authorities so that you can go and see him."
There was joy in the old man's eyes, and his turbid eyes suddenly brightened. He sent them outside the door, and greeted her warmly as usual.
"Hey, ok, ok, Yuhang, bring your friends over next time, I guess Lao Zhao will come back by then, he also hid a bottle of Wuliangye, and said he wanted to drink it with you, and the teacher will make it for you something delicious."
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After returning from the provincial capital, the two lived a peaceful life for a long time. Song Yuhang stayed at home, Lin Yan didn’t want to go to work anymore, and even had frequent nightmares for a while. A person who was not afraid of any bloody corpses before, Now just seeing the horror pictures on the TV makes me tremble all over, and I feel physically disgusted.
The scene before Lin Youyuan and Lin Ge's death was always playing in front of her eyes.
The doctor said that she can only take good care of her in such a situation and avoid external stimuli. Feng Jianguo returned the key to Qingshan Villa. It was far away from the city center, clean and kept too many memories of the two of them, so Song Yuhang brought someone to move there.
The autumn sun is mild and not glaring, and the temperature is also suitable. Lin Yan moved a deck chair and sat in the courtyard to bask in the sun.
Song Yuhang was tidying up the plants in the nursery, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and pointed to an empty tunnel.
"Lin Yan, what are you growing here?"
"Sunflower."
Lin Yan heard the voice, turned his head slightly, and looked at her with a smile on the corner of his lips.
The police officer stood in the reclaimed land, wearing a half-worn camouflage short-sleeved shirt with the hem tucked into the combat pants of the same style, with narrow shoulders and narrow waist, tall and long legs, and a white towel hanging around his neck. On her body, against the setting sun behind her and the shade of the green hills, she looks more and more heroic.
Song Yuhang was taken aback for a moment, then remembered that she used to plant sunflowers in and out of the front yard, so could there be some meaning behind it
"Why sunflowers?"
Lin Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled like a sly and light fox.
"I won't tell you."
Song Yuhang looked at her nestled in the rattan chair, wearing a white loose wool sweater, which made her complexion paler. The person she raised in the past few months has become a little more energetic, and when she smiles, it is like a good ink painting. Stretched, the eyebrows and eyes are full of affection.
With a heartbeat, she threw the hoe to wash her hands under the water pipe next to her, flicked the water droplets and walked to her side, and put her hand into the thin blanket she used to cover her legs to freeze her.
"Say it? Say it? Say it or not, huh?"
Lin Yan dodged around, and was provoked by her to giggle again, and it took him a long time to stop out of breath.
The four eyes are facing each other.
Song Yuhang looked into her pupils, where her reflection was engraved.
When I saw her for the first time, those eyes were filled with countless negative emotions, arrogant, contemptuous, unreasonable, disdainful, superior...
In the process of getting along later, she also saw the sadness, reluctance, sadness, and despair in these eyes.
In fact, after Lin Yan came back, she also had sleepless nights like her for many days. How should I put it, there was always a sense of emptiness. She was afraid that this was another dream of her own. When she woke up, she would not be there anymore.
Until now, in this quiet autumn afternoon, I have found myself and love in her eyes.
Song Yuhang always thought that accompanying her was healing her, but it turned out that he was also healing himself.
She sighed quietly in her heart.
It felt like the crack that had grown in my heart because of her absence had healed perfectly again.
And even stronger than ever.
She thought she would never get better in this life.
Song Yuhang's heart felt hot, and he reached out to hug her.
Lin Yan thought she was going to touch his head, so he lowered his head naturally, but he didn't expect to be embraced by someone.
Her chin was just resting on her shoulder.
The thin blanket slipped off, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs. At home, she always wore cool and thin clothes.
Still barefoot.
Song Yuhang glanced at him and picked him up calmly.
"It's cold outside, let's go inside."
Lin Yan was still thinking about her sunflowers, sunshine and wicker chair.
"Hey, it's cold, it's obviously warm..."
Song Yuhang locked the door of the living room with his backhand, and drew the curtains. The sunlight shrank in a corner of the floor.
"The sofa is warmer."
Lin Yan's voice of resistance became smaller and smaller.
"I'm going to be on the...um...up."
"In a while..." Her voice was a little hoarse: "I'll give it to you if I have the strength."