The day when the verdict came down was an ordinary weekend.
Song Yuhang taught her how to cook.
Lin Yan was standing in the kitchen, the sun was streaming in from the glass window, she was pressing the carrot with her slender white fingers, and was cutting the hob meticulously according to the method taught by Song Yuhang.
Accustomed to the thinness and sharpness of the scalpel, picking up the kitchen knife is a bit cumbersome, not as handy as she imagined. Lin Yan's forehead was slightly sweaty, biting his lip slightly, and the corners of his eyes turned red when he was anxious.
Song Yuhang watched her every move and was worried.
"Or, Yangan, forget it, I'll come."
Lin Yan raised his head and gave her a cold look, still a little angry.
"If you want to take care of it, I will learn."
Song Yuhang helped the forehead, didn't she just go to Song's house for dinner a few days ago, and she inadvertently praised Ji Jingxing's delicious food
Lin Yan missed it when she came back, not only didn't let her go to the bedroom to sleep that night, but also didn't give her anything, finally took the opportunity to push her to bed, Lin Yan repeated the same trick, restrained her with Ba Rou, blindfolded her , scarf, handcuffs three-piece set.
After all, it was she who made the mistake first, Song Yuhang half-pushed and half-succumbed, and the suffering was unspeakable, "It hurts so much."
After that time, she thought it was over, but who knew it was just the beginning.
Song Yuhang saw the bright blade dangling on her slender fingertips, and felt his scalp tingle for a while.
She swallowed her saliva: "Janyan, Yangan, why don't I go and buy some white mice, rabbits, and pheasants for you to practice?"
Song Yuhang was kind, but the subtext that Lin Yan understood was: You are not suitable for this job, so forget it.
Lin Yan was furious, and when the knife slipped, the carrot on the chopping board flew out and fell into the sink.
"Be careful!"
Song Yuhang rushed over with a stride, grabbed her hand and put it into his mouth without looking at it, holding it gently.
The fingertips were wrapped by the moist mouth, not only did it not hurt, but there was a very strange feeling.
Lin Yan looked up at her.
Song Yuhang kept his head down, licking her wound intently, his eyes were slightly covered by the broken hair on his forehead, and his expression was anxious and serious, as if she had some serious terminal illness.
"Are you okay?"
Feeling his lover's gaze, Song Yuhang came back to his senses and let go of her finger, not paying attention to whether she tasted the smell of blood, so he was going to get her a band-aid.
Lin Yan pulled him back, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, his expression was arrogant, and his tone slightly angry.
"Come back, no need, I'm not so fragile."
Song Yuhang was at a loss: "Huh?"
She shook her fair fingers.
"Look clearly, there is no wound, really, didn't you taste the blood after licking it yourself? The knife is fast, but it's better for me to hold back..."
Before she finished speaking, Song Yuhang kept looking at her.
Those eyes were full of tenderness, and there was some indescribable distress.
"Do you really want to learn?"
Lin Yan's voice gradually lowered: "Um..."
Song Yuhang turned around, hugged her waist, pushed him to the stove, and washed his hands with her.
Her palms are wide enough to wrap around her.
The dense foam overflowed in the palm of the hand, covering the palm and back of the hand.
A happy smile gradually appeared on the corner of Lin Yan's lips.
After washing off the foam on her hands, Song Yuhang put the chopping board back and took out a carrot that had been washed.
Lin Yan held the knife first, and she gently covered the back of her hand, and the other hand did the same.
"Like this, cut from here, not easy to slip..."
Song Yuhang taught her by hand, talking and doing, patient, meticulous, and focused.
Lin Yan studied very seriously, and without raising her head, followed her strength to cut one knife after another.
"is that so?"
Sunflowers are thriving outside the window.
Her side face is as white as jade, blood vessels can be seen faintly, only the tear mole on the corner of her eye is burning brightly.
Rather than saying it was a mole of tears, it might be better to say it was a scar left by her undercover career.
It was Lin Yan who ironed it with a wire.
In order to be able to pretend to be Pei Jinhong 100%, for the success of the operation, and for her own safety, she sacrificed too many things, including minor adjustments to her formerly proud appearance. Song Yuhang repeatedly emphasized that she didn't mind these things, and she still came back before being discharged from the hospital.
At that time, Lin Yan was sitting on the hospital bed, wearing a blue and white hospital gown, smiling slightly, the smile was so pale and feeble.
She said this: "In the past, I didn't like Lin Yan's identity very much, and I tried my best to escape from it. This is the only time that I so long to live in the sun and use the name Lin Yan to be with you for the rest of my life."
Song Yuhang was so distressed, but he also respected any of her decisions. The operation was successful, but the scalded scar, because the poking was too deep at that time, and the wound was infected again, it would not go away for a while.
She looked at it, touched it lightly like a ghost, felt the uneven touch of her fingertips, and opened her mouth.
"Does it hurt?"
Lin Yan thought she was asking about the cut finger, so she didn't raise her head: "It's okay, the pain has been gone for a long time."
The hand covering the back of his hand lost strength.
She looked up in astonishment, and fell into a pair of light brown pupils.
Since she came back from undercover, she always looked at her with this look.
Song Yuhang's eyes can speak, filled with stars and oceans, Lin Yan's every move will overflow with love.
She always had an illusion that no matter what she asked her to do, even if it was to die, she would be happy with it.
Lin Yan's heart was full of joy, but at the same time, she also had a secret panic.
How can I be worthy of such love
Don't they all say that a good horse is equipped with a good saddle, but a nanny can only be matched with a security guard
A person covered in mud like himself is actually not worthy of such a grand and sincere love.
The four eyes are facing each other.
Song Yuhang understood her mind.
Nothing can hide from her eyes.
She gently stroked the raised scar, and her voice was soft, so she was a little hoarse.
"Lin Yan, let's get married, I want to give you a home."
A home that is enough to make her forget all the restless thoughts now, the sense of ritual is secondary.
She wanted her to feel safe, so that her eyes would no longer be frightened, bitter, crying, panicked, or belittle herself.
She deserves the best in this world.
The cut radishes rolled to the ground.
Lin Yan didn't answer for a long time, his eyes were red, and he opened his mouth.
Song Yuhang nervously watched her every frown and frown, every move.
"I..." she just spit out a single syllable.
The TV blares, and the blissful morning music is replaced by real-time news.
"A few days ago, the Higher People's Court of Binhai Province publicly sentenced Zhao Junfeng, a former member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee, Deputy Secretary of the Political and Legal Committee, and Director of the Provincial Public Security Department, for his criminal involvement. He was sentenced to death for two crimes, suspended for two years, deprived of political rights for life, and confiscated all personal property and illegal gains. Zhao Junfeng expressed his obedience to the judgment in court and will not appeal."
On the TV, the hostess's bright mouth was opening and closing, and his photo and a video were shown on the screen.
The old man over sixty years old has white beard and hair, wears a prison uniform, bows his back, and apologizes to the camera.
Song Yuhang's hand supporting Lin Yan's waist slowly slipped down.
The hostess took another press release from the table and raised her head to speak impassionedly, filled with righteous indignation.
"For the same case, Hu Senji, the former director of the Binhai Provincial Narcotics Control Bureau, Nie Bin, the deputy head of the criminal investigation team of the Binhai Provincial Public Security Bureau, Li Wei, the deputy director of the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, and Zheng Chengrui, a technician from the Technical Investigation Division of the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, were arrested. Sentences range from life imprisonment to fixed-term imprisonment of 15 years."
"So far, Binhai Province's largest gangster case since the province was established has been solved. 256 people including gangsters have been sentenced. Its leader, Lin Jueshui, was sentenced to death immediately and deprived of political rights for life."
It turns out that the inner ghost is not a "person", but many people.
No wonder she had been searching for the truth for so many years without success.
Until now, Lin Yan had a vague feeling that the dust had settled.
Her eyes were hot, she raised her head slightly, and tears rolled down her face.
Song Yuhang hugged her into his arms, and Lin Yan trembled slightly in her arms, biting his lower lip tightly to prevent himself from crying.
She stroked the back of her head again and again, her eyes were a little sad, she looked at the sunflowers outside the courtyard, and kissed her forehead again.
"It's okay, just cry if you want to cry, just cry out."
"Why are you crying... I should... just laugh."
She buried her head in her arms, with a smile on her lips, trying to make herself happy, but tears poured out more and more, and finally hugged her and cried heartbreakingly.
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After the verdict came down, Zhao Junfeng was transferred to Binhai Provincial Prison to serve his sentence formally.
Song Yuhang accompanied his mother to visit him.
The two waited outside the door anxiously.
"Zhao Junfeng, someone is here to see you."
The iron door opened with a bang, and the old man with gray temples hunched over in a "zebra suit" came out.
He raised his head abruptly, seeing them, his body trembled slightly, his lips trembled, his wrists were handcuffed, he turned and left.
"No, no, no..."
He spoke plausibly.
Before Song Yuhang could make a move, her teacher's wife had already pounced on her and slapped the glass window.
"Old Zhao, old Zhao..."
The faint call finally came out through the loudspeaker.
Zhao Junfeng stopped in his tracks, but still didn't look back.
"Let's go back… "
He opened his mouth with difficulty and turned to leave.
Song Yuhang also took a step closer: "Master..."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she gritted her teeth and quickly changed her words: "Your sentence has come down, and I don't know if there will be a chance to see you again in the future."
The old man also lay on the glass, watching his back and crying.
The sobbing seemed to be a reproach to him.
Zhao Junfeng clasped his hands hard, pinching the tiger's mouth red, and finally retracted the handcuffs, hid them in the sleeves, turned around, and looked at his lover across the window.
The old man covered his lips, tears pouring down his face.
Song Yuhang supported her and patted her on the back lightly to comfort her.
Zhao Junfeng staggered over slowly, stroking the window with his fingers, as if he could touch her gray hair.
Maybe it's because he hasn't had a good rest in the past few days, his eyes are very red, and his voice is a little hoarse.
"Go back, take good care of yourself, take the medicine on time, and go for a review in time."
"I received all the clothes I asked Yuhang to bring to you last time. If there is anything missing, tell me and I will bring it to you next time."
Zhao Junfeng laughed, and the handcuffs on his wrists rattled when he moved.
"I still want to take a bite of the dumplings you made, stuffed with cabbage."
"Hey, good, good, when you come back, I'll wrap it up for you to eat. I know that the skin should be thin and the stuffing should be rich. Only eat the thin ones and not the fat ones."
The old man agreed with tears in his eyes, and gave him some warm and cold-proof clothes, and told him everything in detail.
"It's cold, your old cold legs, I brought you a plaster."
"There are also thermal clothes, wear them inside, and keep warm."
"I brought two pairs of cotton tows, and I changed them."
"I also brought some toiletries. If it's not enough, you can ask someone to send a message."
Zhao Junfeng thought she would ask him why he came in, but he didn't say a word, he just kept asking him to take care of his body, his eyes were slightly red.
He took a step back. In just a few months, he had already aged too much, his body was crumbling, and his hands began to tremble.
"I know...you go back too, don't make people laugh."
Visiting time was approaching, and the prison guards began to urge her.
The old man almost collapsed on the ground, all supported by Song Yuhang.
He looked up at her and moved his lips: "I did all these things alone, and it has nothing to do with her. If you have time, go and see her for me."
Song Yuhang didn't answer, Zhao Junfeng had a sarcastic smile on his lips, shook his head, and turned to leave.
Now, what right does he have to ask her to do anything.
Song Yuhang handed the old man over to the prison guards who were waiting on the side to support him first, leaned closer to the microphone, and said in a deep voice.
"I will, after all, I don't eat less dumplings, but can you tell me why you want to do this?"
Her eyes were as sharp as a sword, staring at his back, expecting to turn around or answer.
Zhao Junfeng smiled wryly, then lifted his foot and continued to walk forward.
Song Yuhang clenched his fist tightly, his finger bones turned white.
"Do you still remember what you told me when you first met me?"
Time goes back to when she was eighteen years old.
She has just been admitted to the police academy, and even though she has fighting experience in the provincial sports team, it is just a drop in the ocean in this kind of place where dragons and tigers are hidden.
The first class at the beginning of school, whether it was free kick, ten-meter pistol rapid fire or physical fitness, was abused miserably.
The male students in the class joked: "Women still want to be a criminal policeman, why not take a civil job and earn a living."
Song Yuhang limped away with red eyes, clutching his injured arm, and everyone behind him burst into laughter.
In the evening, the students all went back to the dormitory to rest, and she stood on the ring alone and hit sandbags without wearing gloves until she was exhausted and blood oozes from her fingers.
Her knees gave way, she fell to her knees, and slowly leaned back, lying on the ground panting heavily.
The laughter of the students during the day still echoed in my ears.
"Get up, aren't you the provincial champion?"
"What a champion, it's made of water!"
"According to me, don't come and compete with us for the spot, go home as soon as possible, get married and have children."
…
Song Yuhang gritted his teeth, tears rolled in his eyes.
The originally dark gymnasium was suddenly brightly lit, she subconsciously raised her arms to block the glare, and a somewhat cold voice came over.
"stand up."
She looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of her in astonishment. He was wearing an old jacket and had an upright Chinese character face.
"You are?"
She hadn't seen him at school.
The man repeated again: "Get up."
I don't know why, but his back is straight, and there is an aura of calm and prestige on his body, which makes people subconsciously want to obey him.
Song Yuhang stretched his arms vigorously, the man saw that her body was trembling, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he stretched out his hand to support her.
Song Yuhang stood firm, still a little puzzled: "This is the police academy, you can't come in and out casually, who are you?"
The man didn't answer her question, he just said: "This is the police academy, and there are only two types of people, police officers and reserve police officers."
Song Yuhang was taken aback for a moment, he had already turned and walked away, and was about to disappear at the door.
The young man chased after a few steps: "Hey, who are you?"
The man stopped and turned his head slightly, light and darkness cut his body.
"You'll find out later."
The next day, fighting class.
The students changed into white taekwondo uniforms, and there were crowds of people, some whispering.
"Hey, have you heard? A new instructor will come today. I heard that he is the second-level police supervisor of the Provincial Anti-drug Corps. He has made countless achievements and even captured drug dealers in Southeast Asia. He is very powerful."
Generally, such glamorous resumes are suspected of being fake. Song Yuhang pursed his lips in noncommittal, wrapped his glove straps around, raised his head suddenly, and Zhao Junfeng walked in.
He changed into a new dark blue uniform, with a straight waist, a wide-brimmed hat, and two four-pointed star flowers and silver olive branches on his shoulders.
At that time, he had no gray hair on the sideburns, and his figure was not out of shape. With his fingers pressed against the seam of his trousers, he raised his hand to salute the military.
"Hi everyone, my name is Zhao Junfeng, a visiting professor at the Binhai Police Academy. In the next few days, I will be the instructor of the course "Police Physical Fitness and Police Combat Skills Training"."
His high spirits at that time were in stark contrast to his old and gloomy present, especially the prison uniform on his body, which was even more eye-catching.
Song Yuhang gritted his teeth: "You said, in the police academy, there are only two kinds of people, policemen and reserve policemen."
"Later, I graduated and started working. You came to Jiangcheng from the provincial department to see me conferring titles. It was you who said..."
She paused for a moment, raised her head slightly, and kept the tears from sliding down.
"When you enter the Public Security Bureau, there are only two kinds of people, the police who have already died, and the police who are ready to die at any time."
"What about you, which one are you?"
He was speechless when he asked this question, Zhao Junfeng was silent for a long time, staring at the shiny handcuffs on his wrists.
Song Yuhang kept watching his back, waiting for an answer.
Zhao Junfeng slowly raised his foot, still walking forward without saying a word, the prison guard had already opened the iron gate.
"Master..." Song Yuhang's heart tightened, his eyes were red, and he called hoarsely.
Zhao Junfeng paused slightly, and straightened his back again. The end was approaching, and the old man thought that in this life, apart from his lover, there was nothing else that could cause waves in his heart.
Song Yuhang was an exception.
Young people are calm, smart and motivated, and most importantly, they have an indomitable heart of gold.
There are only a handful of girls in the police academy, and even rarer are those who are dedicated to the front line like her.
His classes are naturally very rigorous, and actual combat training has a certain casualty rate. Song Yuhang is often beaten until his nose is bruised and his face is swollen. After class, he stays alone to practice until late at night.
Sometimes when Zhao Junfeng went back to the venue to close the doors, he could still see her hitting a sandbag, panting, sweat dripping from her short hair like drops of water.
He stood under the stage and looked at her: "Why do you have to work so hard, isn't it good to do logistics?"
Panting for breath, Song Yuhang punched the sandbag flying.
"Why admit defeat, isn't it good to be on the front line?"
Zhao Junfeng shook his head: "Not good, it's very dangerous."
"There is a risk of choking to death when eating, a risk of choking to death when drinking water, and a risk of sudden death even sleeping at home. Is it because we are afraid of risks that we don't eat, drink or sleep?"
Unexpected answers, such moments of pride and ambition, maybe every policeman will have it when he was young.
Zhao Junfeng stood on the ground with one hand and turned onto the ring.
"Your movement is wrong, take another step back, and hit again when the sandbag falls back."
"Yes, left hook."
"Right, bottom lane, whip leg, sandbag is the enemy, don't let it get close to you."
…
Song Yuhang followed his instructions and sweated profusely.
After an hour, I completed the whole set of movement essentials, which is not only efficient, but also very insightful.
She slumped on the ground panting heavily, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, and handed over a can of Coke.
"Good fight."
Song Yuhang looked up at him, reached out and took the Coke, pulled the tab of the can, drank it in a big gulp, wiped the corners of his lips for a while.
"Thank you, Instructor Zhao."
From that day on, when Song Yuhang came to the boxing gym every night, he would meet him most of the time.
Zhao Junfeng sometimes feeds her with moves, and sometimes points out the essentials of her movements. She addresses him from instructor to teacher at the beginning, and master at the end.
Zhao Junfeng was the person she admired the most throughout her student days, and she was her ideal, lighthouse and guide.
The sound of master awakened his long-lost memories again.
He remembered the last punch match between the two on the day she graduated, from when she couldn't beat him at the beginning, to being evenly matched, and then to him willingly bowing down.
Song Yuhang spent four full years.
In the past four years, she had been looking forward to this day all the time, but when she really beat her to the ground, Song Yuhang felt a little sad again, which meant that she had grown up, while Zhao Junfeng was getting old.
At that time, he already had a few strands of white hair on his sideburns, and his movements were not as flexible as before. He was knocked down by her and couldn't get up for a long time. Song Yuhang stretched out his hand to help him.
"Master..."
Zhao Junfeng waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I have arthritis again..."
She helped him to the edge of the ring and sat down. Zhao Junfeng dug out two cans of Coke from his bag and handed her a bottle.
"Come on, happy graduation."
Song Yuhang was startled for a moment, and he also pulled the pull ring, clinked a glass full with him, and the foam overflowed.
"Happy Graduation."
In the end, the young man felt a little dissatisfied.
"It's been four years, and you bought me this?"
Zhao Junfeng laughed loudly and patted her on the shoulder vigorously.
"There are regulations in the police academy that students are not allowed to drink alcohol."
Song Yuhang muttered: "It sounds like you can drink it after you go to work."
When it came to going to work, Zhao Junfeng suppressed a smile on his face and became a little meaningful.
"Participating in work is the beginning of your career."
Song Yuhang put the cans aside and moved his shoulders: "I have been waiting for this day for a long time."
Zhao Junfeng smiled slightly, took a sip of Coke and stopped drinking. The doctor has not allowed him to drink high-sugar and high-calorie drinks.
"The career of a criminal police officer is not as easy as you think. You will encounter dangers, setbacks, and even..."
He paused slightly: "There are still many invisible temptations."
Song Yuhang seemed to understand, and took another sip from the can: "Have you experienced all the things you said?"
Zhao Junfeng was silent for a while, then glanced at his watch.
"It's getting late, I should go back."
Song Yuhang got up to see him off, helped him up from the seat, Zhao Junfeng picked up the backpack and patted the gray back.
"Don't send it away, aren't you going to report tomorrow? Go back and rest early."
I don't know why, but today's Zhao Junfeng always makes her feel a little unpredictable.
Song Yuhang didn't know where this feeling came from, she just chased out the gate of the boxing gym, stood in the sunset and waved at him.
"Master, goodbye."
Zhao Junfeng paused slightly.
She folded her hands into a trumpet shape: "Take care of yourself, no matter how far or where I go, you are my master, and I will come back to see you!"
Like a long-focus slow-motion replay of a movie, she will always remember how Zhao Junfeng turned around slowly in that evening.
Just like this moment.
Two prison guards supported him, one on the left and one on the right, and the old man turned around with difficulty. At that moment, she saw a long-lost smile on his face, and the decadence and defeat on his body were swept away.
Just like when she was twenty-two years old.
The other Zhao Junfeng also smiled and tapped his temples lightly with his fingers, his movements were so vigorous and neat.
He said: "Yuhang, come on, if you have trouble finding a master, whoever in Jiangcheng dares to bully you, let him come to me."
Song Yuhang burst out laughing, she is thankful that she does not bully others with her current skills.
Before she could say anything else, Zhao Junfeng quickly turned around and left, waving his hand to signal her not to see him off, and his back disappeared into the campus.
Some people say that turning eighteen is a coming-of-age ceremony, but Song Yuhang has always felt that the year when he starts working is the right one.
After that, she encountered many setbacks and tribulations, and gritted her teeth to bear it. Although she didn't go to Zhao Junfeng, she still remembered his words, treating a twenty-two-year-old adult as a student, which gave her a great deal. warmth and comfort.
This record is many years.
Until now, in the face of the criminal policeman who has been able to take care of her alone, Zhao Junfeng can no longer say that he wants to take care of her, and he can no longer raise his hand as high-spirited as before.
His eyes were a little sad, but there was also a hint of expectation: "Yuhang, I can't get up, but... you can."
When he called out his name, Song Yuhang couldn't bear it anymore, his head rested on the glass and he clenched into a fist.
"Why... why on earth is this?"
The old man shook his head sadly: "If you don't enter the tiger's lair, you won't get a tiger cub. If you want to fight the darkness, you must go deep into the darkness."
"This is the reason why you and the top master are in trouble?!" Song Yuhang's eyes were red, and he growled through gritted teeth.
Zhao Junfeng trembled all over, trembling lips, slowly turned his head: "You won't understand... It's fine if you don't understand... Go back... Go back... Don't come again..."
Song Yuhang looked at his back and roared: "I fight against the darkness, just because I am wearing a police uniform, with the national emblem on the brim of my hat, and justice on my shoulders. If I work with the darkness, I am no different from a criminal!"
Zhao Junfeng paused, didn't say anything, put on handcuffs, and let the prison guards help him walk away.
The iron gate closed again before her eyes.
Song Yuhang lost all strength, sat on the chair, covered his eyes with his hands, and his shoulders shook slightly.
What she didn't expect was that when Zhao Junfeng said not to come again, it was really a farewell.
The day after she returned to Jiangcheng City, she received a call from the prison. He had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and died on the way to the hospital.
The receiver in Song Yuhang's hand slipped off, his body swayed slightly, and Lin Yan helped her steady.
"Yuhang!"
She recovered and looked at her lover's worried eyes, and forced a smile: "I'm fine..."
He said he was fine, but his eyes were red.
Lin Yan nodded: "Let's go, let's drive."
After taking care of Zhao Junfeng's funeral, Song Yuhang took back his urn from the funeral home. As soon as she walked out of the gate, the old man waiting beside rushed over and snatched the box from her hand.
The old man was hunched over, his hair was all white, and he was not in the mood to take care of himself because of the days of hard work, so the strands stuck together. She was wearing a dirty old cotton-padded jacket, stepping on cotton-padded shoes with exposed heels, and staggered out.
There is something plausible in his mouth: "Old Zhao... Lao Zhao... go home... go home..."
On the way back to Jiangcheng, Lin Yan was driving. While waiting for the gap between the traffic lights, Song Yuhang kept turning his head to look at the canteen on the street.
A van was parked there to unload goods, and workers were busy carrying boxes of drinks in and out.
Lin Yan looked over there: "What's wrong?"
Song Yuhang: "I want to drink Coke."
When she got home, she unscrewed the Coke bottle, took the first sip, and burst into tears.
Lin Yan hugged her from behind, put his head on her shoulder, and tightened his arms.
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After Zhao Junfeng died of illness, Song Yuhang went to see his wife once a week, rain or shine.
One Friday, when she was preparing to leave, she received a call from the community: the old man had dementia and was hospitalized.
When she hurried to the provincial capital, the teacher's wife didn't know her anymore, she dragged the other old men and said "Old Zhao, Lao Zhao, I'll make dumplings for you".
Nursing home staff complained: "The old lady is at home alone, and she can't stay. She runs out every day and picks up garbage to eat. The community has nothing to do, so she sent us here. I said, what are you children doing?" What's going on..."
Song Yuhang stared red: "I'm not..."
Her voice was so low that the staff couldn't hear her clearly.
"what?"
Song Yuhang spoke plausibly, and turned around suddenly: "She has no children, she died long ago, take good care of her, no matter how much money, I will pay."
The staff was taken aback, and looked at her leaving back, puzzled: "Crazy..."
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Master Ding has been executed, Zhao Junfeng has also died, and the rest of the people have also been punished, and everything is settled.
There is only one important matter hanging on Mother Song's mind.
That was Song Yuhang's marriage.
Seeing that the two of them are already grown up, especially Song Yuhang, who kept the injury from Lin Yan, it makes people feel dizzy to think about it. Although the relationship between the two is stable now, they will always think more when they get old Well, she is the only daughter, and she still wants to see her put on the wedding dress on the day.
As a result, insinuations and side visits were inevitable, and Lin Yan had to bear not only the physical attack of the old man every time he came to feed the pigs, but also the magic attack brought by her resentful eyes, and he couldn't resist and refute, sitting there like sitting on pins and needles, like walking on thin ice, like a mourning concubine. .
It was even more difficult for Song Yuhang. Lin Yan had already made up her mind not to marry Gadink, and she proposed more than once or twice, and she never let go.
Song's mother saw that Lin Yan's explanation didn't make sense, so she was not so polite to her child, she should beat and scold her.
Lin Yan got up in the middle of the night more than once to see Song Yuhang sitting upright in the living room, listening to Song's mother's teachings.
"When are you going to get married?!"
Song Yuhang cried and said: "Mom, you have to ask Yanyan about this!"
"Ask, every time you wait, you don't think about it, is there something wrong with yourself that made people angry, otherwise why haven't you married you after so long?!"
Mother Song's saliva almost flew onto her face.
Song Yuhang's face was full of bulls, and he almost knelt down.
"Mom, it's really not my reason..."
"I don't care, I don't have a few years to live, and I want to see you get married and beautiful in my lifetime."
have to.
The ultimate killing move came out.
All of a sudden, the women were silent and the women were crying.
Lin Yan didn't even have the desire to go to the toilet.
At the end of the development, Ji Jingxing also joined the army of urging marriages, and Xiao Wei was added. Song Lin was retreating steadily with his fighting strength just now.
Lin Yan gritted her teeth: "You're not even married yet, so what right do you have to say about me?"
Ji Jingxing's face was full of spring: "Who said I won't get married again, I'm almost there, and now I'm missing you."
The three of them were talking in the living room, the door opened, and a middle-aged man pulled Xiao Wei and stood at the door.
Song Linqi turned his head away in a hurry, he actually has the key to Ji Jing's master!
Mother Song also poked her head out from the kitchen: "Xiao Liang, here you come, sit down, sit down!"
Xiao Wei broke free from his hand, carried her schoolbag and snow particles on her body, and threw herself into her mother's arms.
"Mom, Uncle Liang accompanied me downstairs to play in the snow for a while before he came up. He also bought me skis and said that he would take us to the snow field to ski on weekends."
The man was a few years older than Ji Jingxing, he looked very simple and honest, stood aside holding a ski, and smiled at them.
"Hello, my name is Liang Shi. When I was working in a law firm, I was a colleague of Jing Xing."
The two looked at each other, and their eyes floated at the same time:
This is too fast.
Later, Liang Shi went to help Song's mother cook, drove the old man out of the kitchen, and put on an apron to cook.
Four women crack sunflower seeds around the stove.
Only then did Song Yuhang find out that Liang Shi had been secretly in love with her for many years, and he had a failed marriage. He had a son with his ex-wife, and he was already in junior high school, so he didn't have much contact with her.
Perhaps it is because of similar experiences. During the period when Ji Jingxing was most helpless, he treated Xiaowei while working and earning money to support his family. Liang Shi not only gave her a lot of orders, but also helped her take care of Xiaowei. , the two slowly came together, and now the wedding date is almost set.
At the end of the topic, Song's mother and Ji Jingxing cast their expectant eyes on them in unison: "Now we are waiting for your good news."
Lin Yan's scalp went numb for a while, if it wasn't for Xiao Wei who pulled her to prevent her from leaving, he would have escaped.
At the end of the matter, Fang Xin and Duan Cheng also joined the army of urging marriages. Finally, the four of them came out to play together. They talked about getting married, especially Duan Cheng, who put his arms around Fang Xin's shoulders and said happily.
"Sister Lin, look, you and Captain Song have narrowly escaped death so many times, it's unacceptable not to get married again."
"Although same-sex marriage is not recognized in China, it still gives each other a sense of ritual."
"Fang Xin and I have already met our parents, we have already worn our engagement rings."
Duan Cheng took his girlfriend's hand and shook it, the platinum ring almost blinded Song Lin's eyes.
The corners of Lin Yan's lips twitched, trying to sew his mouth shut with a needle and thread.
Duan Cheng continued: "Let me tell you, Team Song has suffered too much. You don't know. During the days when you were not around, she had a bitter face every day, washed her face with tears, and even ran to the detention center... "
have to.
Before Lin Yan could make a move, Song Yuhang had already rushed over.
"Western food can't stop your mouth!"
Duan Cheng took the pre-dinner bread she threw over, and happily chewed it, not forgetting to feed his girlfriend a spoonful of salad.
After dinner, the group headed back.
Song Yuhang fell behind with Duan Cheng because of paying the bill, and he patted her on the shoulder: "Captain Song, don't blame me for not telling you, you must be surprised when dealing with a woman like Sister Lin."
Song Yuhang pulled the card back: "What do you mean?"
Duan Cheng looked around and saw that Lin Yan was not there, so he hooked his finger at her, motioning for her to come over.
Song Yuhang blushed after hearing his words: "Can this work?"
Duan Cheng winked: "If it works, you'll know if you try it."
Song Yuhang: "... You young people have so many tricks."
Duan Cheng: "Hey, I just read a lot of comics, this is called applying what I have learned."******
I don't know what Lin Yan went through that night, anyway, when Duancheng Fang Xin saw them again, it was already seven days later.
Song Yuhang's face was full of joy: "We will fly to Canada to register for marriage first, and then we will hold a wedding in Saipan and spend our honeymoon on the way. You also hurry up and apply for visas, and then we will go on an island tour together."
Like an eggplant beaten by Shuang, Lin Yan yawned again weakly, and lazily raised his eyelids.
"Remember to come."
It is said that when Xiao Songyan and Lin Xi were naughty when they were four or five years old, they dug out a lot of mysterious toys from the depths of a drawer in the closet, including handcuffs, blindfolds, leather whips, mouth balls, feather sticks, etc. I also took it to the kindergarten to play house games with the children, and was arrested by Song and Lin who rushed home and had a good meal of mixed doubles between wives and wives.
The intensity of the battle that night was evident.
However, that is another story.
The most urgent thing is to get married, which is a major event in life.