In the second half of the night, Lin Yan slept comfortably, but Song Yuhang felt uncomfortable. He was half asleep and half awake until dawn. When he woke up early in the morning, his arms were numb. When she moved a little, Lin Yan came in again.
One hand was holding the skirt of her chest, the other was on her waist, and her legs were also on her thighs. The sleeping position was really not very honest.
The collar of the shirt was a little loose, Song Yuhang inadvertently caught a glimpse, and his breath was suffocating.
Seeing that the sky was bright outside and the rain had stopped, people's voices could be heard faintly outside the door.
Song Yuhang pinched her nose: "Lazy cat, get up."
Lin Yan subconsciously slapped her on the face, muttering something in his mouth, telling her not to make noise.
Song Yuhang laughed, grabbed her hand and squeezed it: "If you don't get up for a while, someone will come."
Only then did Lin Yan open his eyes sleepily, rubbed his eyes, and was a little dazed. When he saw her face clearly, he withdrew his hand abruptly and was about to get up.
Song Yuhang hugged her tightly: "Hold me a little longer, hold me a little longer, didn't you hug me all night last night?"
Lin Yan became angry from embarrassment, and was pinched by someone's wrist, and he opened his mouth to bite her without even thinking about it.
Song Yuhang hid, and the quilt was turned into a mess.
When Duan Cheng pushed the door and walked in, he happened to see her holding Lin Yan under him, and Lin Yan bit her shoulder, and the person holding the enamel jar covered his eyes, "Emma" stepped back as quickly as if she had stepped on a land mine took a step.
The two people on the bed looked over at the same time, and Lin Yan's hand pinched the mechanical stick.
Duan Chengfei backed out, nodded and bowed, and closed the door for them: "Go on, go on, I don't see anything."
As soon as he finished speaking, the mechanical stick slammed on the door.
at the same time.
"Pa—" Song Yuhang sat up covering his face, feeling aggrieved, because it was too difficult to say painful words.
"Lin Yan, didn't we agree not to slap you in the face?"
Lin Yan snorted coldly, got out of bed and sat on the edge of the bed, buttoning his shirt: "If you don't change your mind, you deserve to be beaten."
Song Yuhang opened his mouth, watching her slender and white fingers fasten the buttons slowly, and slowly raised his neck with the movement, there was a hint of something in it.
She still missed the feeling of pinching the back of her neck, and smacked her mouth.
The veins on Lin Yan's forehead twitched, and he fastened the button to the highest one, picked up his mechanical stick and went out the door in a murderous spirit.
Duan Cheng was squatting by the well and gossiping with everyone, his eyebrows were beaming when he saw her coming from a distance, put the enamel cup in his hand on the ground, and ran around the beam.
"Sister Lin, Sister Lin, I was wrong, no, no, I really knocked on the door, I knocked on the door! You didn't hear me, ahh, I killed someone! Help!!!!"
Hearing the howling ghosts and wolves outside, Song Yuhang shook his head, smiled helplessly, and prepared to pack the bedding and return it to the old man.
It was so dark last night, I couldn't see it clearly, but now when I touch the quilt, I feel it is very clean and tidy. The design and color are simple but the stitches are fine and there is no thread. It doesn't look like it is handmade.
She looked around the dilapidated thatched hut, and she never felt that this old man was someone who could afford such a quilt.
She bent down, turned on the flashlight she carried with her, fumbled for the quilt and turned it over, and finally found a small logo at the bottom: Jiangbei Weaving.
Song Yuhang took out his mobile phone and took a picture.
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There is a lot of farm work in autumn, and if the old man is busy alone, he will have to work until midnight. Now a lot of young and strong laborers have come, and the policeman and another criminal policeman went out to herd sheep early in the morning.
Zheng Chengrui helped chop the firewood, and Fang Xin took a basket to help the old man tidy up the fruits and vegetables in the garden, fertilize and so on.
After Lin Yan had nothing to do after washing, he picked up a handful of stones and sat down on the porch to smash the lively frogs in the garden after it rained.
Duan Cheng had tears in his eyes: "Captain Song, Sister Lin is not only restless but also violent. How did you put up with her for so long?"
The slap marks on Song Yuhang's face were still clearly visible, because his face was swollen, and he spoke a little limply, wanting to cry without tears.
"Stop talking, fix the door..."
It is really difficult to chase girls. You must not only have a strong spirit and heart, but also have a strong body.
As soon as the two finished speaking, two stones flew from the sky and hit them on the head.
Lin Yan shook the stone, and said angrily, "You think I can't hear you?"
The two turned their faces away together.
Just as he was talking, the old man brought her a bowl of boiled goat milk from the stove and motioned her to drink it.
Lin Yan was taken aback: "This..."
The old man forcefully stuffed the bowl into her hand, gesticulating with a somewhat anxious look.
She knew that this girl from the city was delicate, but she had a good heart. She might not be used to the food in the countryside, so she got up in the morning and went to milk the goat for her.
Everything about last night was still vivid in his mind, Lin Yan felt a little embarrassed, seeing that no one was looking at him, he picked up the bowl and took a small sip.
Unexpectedly delicious, without the sweetness of milk, and I don’t know what the old man put in when cooking. It seems that there is a fragrance of tea, which just rightly neutralizes the smell of goat’s milk.
Lin Yan liked it very much, and his eyebrows and eyes were curved, revealing a smile.
Seeing that she liked it, the old man smiled contentedly. After she finished drinking, he patted her hand and went back to the kitchen.
Lin was puzzled, until she brought out another bowl for her, holding a handkerchief wet with well water, pointing to Song Yuhang, motioning for her to bring it to her.
Lin Yan dawdled: "I won't go..."
The old man forced the bowl and handkerchief into her hands, and pushed her forward a few steps.
Facing the old woman in her 70s and 80s, it was impossible for Lin Yan to make a move, so she just passively walked a few steps.
Song Yuhang had already seen her.
"Here—" Lin Yan reluctantly extended his arm and handed it to her.
Song Yuhang leaned against the swaying wooden door, his hands not empty: "I won't drink, you can drink."
"Drink as soon as I tell you!" Miss Lin Yan got angry again, and Duan Cheng snickered, just as Fang Xin called them to eat again, he threw all the work to Song Yuhang, and ran away in a hurry.
There were only two people left outside the door.
Song Yuhang smiled, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead: "Look at me, I really don't have time to spare. As soon as I let go, the door collapsed."
In the morning, Lin Yan smashed a gap in the kitchen door with a mechanical stick, so they found some more firewood and whittled it into planks. Anyway, the door was crumbling, so it was better to tear it down and repair it.
Thinking of this, Lin Yan slightly looked away uncomfortably: "Then turn around."
Song Yuhang put down the hammer in his hand, puzzled, but he turned around and put his back against the door.
"What's wrong-"
As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Yan had already handed the bowl to her lips: "Drink."
Song Yuhang was startled, the corners of his lips curled up softly, and he took her hand to sip. When he was about to drink to the bottom of the bowl, because of her height, Lin Yan had to stand on tiptoe, holding the bowl carefully and paying attention. Don't spill it on her.
In the back room, Duan Cheng picked up the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks, and looked out through the crack of the door: "It seems to be feeding the dog."
The grassroots police sighed: "Song team and Lin Forensic have such a good relationship."
Several people laughed tacitly. He was surprised and asked, "What are you laughing at? Isn't it?"
Fang Xin nodded solemnly: "I think you're right. The sisterly revolutionary friendship between Team Song and Forensic Lin is very enviable."
A few people laughed so hard that they couldn't lift their heads up, and the police were even more confused, so they had to laugh and laugh with them.
After finishing a bowl of goat's milk, Song Yuhang was satisfied and her stomach was warm. She licked the corners of her lips, as if she still had something to say.
Lin Yan took the bowl and turned to leave, but was dragged back by someone.
"Hey—" Song Yuhang pointed to his face, "It hurts."
Lin Yan bit her lip, as if she wanted to let her go, but looking at her slightly bruised side face, she still couldn't help herself.
Song Yuhang showed a tricky smile, turned around obediently, and picked up the hammer to start repairing the door panel.
Lin Yan looked at her, then at the towel in his hand, and at the empty surroundings.
In the early morning, the sun was very bright, and the light fell from the forest. Occasionally, a few frogs and insects were heard, and there was a verdant scene everywhere. The water droplets dripping from the leaves fell into the small puddles and splashed.
Being in such an environment, no matter how irritable the mood is, it will become extremely peaceful.
Lin Yan was no exception. In fact, she didn't like Song Yuhang at first.
She felt that she was old-fashioned, inflexible, and meddlesome in order to fight injustices, which was a thousand miles away from her three views on how to behave in the world.
But after getting along these days, I also discovered her strengths a little bit.
Behind the rigidity is the harsh and serious treatment of the work day after day.
Behind the ignorance of flexibility is a gentleman who establishes the world, doing whatever he wants without transgressing the rules.
Behind meddling in others' affairs and fighting against injustices is a kindness that is deeply rooted in the bone marrow.
Gentle, kind, rigorous, serious, pragmatic, occasionally showing youthful spirit, and always maintaining the enthusiasm and original intention for life.
All the beautiful adjectives that Lin Yan can think of can be applied to her.
In this early morning, she suddenly felt a heartfelt heartbeat, which had a long history and gradually became stronger.
Even the short, rough and tangled hair behind her ears became cute.
Lin Yan took a step forward.
Song Yuhang turned around and said, "Why—"
Before she finished speaking, her face turned cold, Lin Yan had already gently covered her face with a towel, squeezed it into a ball and pressed it back and forth, and said in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"
The well water was very cold, but her heart warmed.
Song Yuhang shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."
Lin Yan lowered her eyes and didn't look at her: "Next time, next time, don't indulge me like this, I have a bad temper..."
"Since I was a child, no one has taught me this. My father only hugs Lin Cheng and coaxes Lin Cheng. He beats and scolds me. The servants say that strict discipline is good for me. Beating is kissing and scolding is love. , he still has me in his heart."
"I believe it, and I will do the same to the people around me, until I am a little older..." She paused slightly, her long eyelashes trembling: "Someone told me that it is wrong to do this, and that love should be expressed in the correct way, but I It can’t be changed.”
Lin Yan smiled wryly: "So, don't mess with me, I'm easy to get worse and get bigger."
Song Yuhang stopped what he was doing, turned his head slightly to look at her, and gently called her name: "Lin Yan—"
"What's wrong?" Lin Yan wiped the sweat off her cheeks.
Song Yuhang grabbed her hand and swallowed, "I, I want to kiss you."
Lin Yan's face changed, and he slapped the towel on her face, and at the same time kicked her knee fiercely. Song Yuhang jumped, and the unfinished wooden plank fell down on his head and face, and a burst of dust flew up. It was mixed with her wailing.
Several people in the room looked at each other and shook their heads together: "Captain Song is such a miserable woman."
Fang Xin had a look of resentment: "When I first joined the City Bureau, I still set Team Song as my goal. She is the pride of all the policewomen in Jiangcheng City. What is this now, Huskies?"
Duan Cheng looked at it for a while: "It's not a husky, it's a milk dog, the kind that only barks at Sister Lin."
Zheng Chengrui adjusted his glasses, and made a final decision: "Be a human being and be a forensic doctor."
Punching the gangster and kicking the boss, the family still has money and power.
The three nodded in unison: "I think you are right."
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After breakfast and the door was repaired, Song Yuhang scooped some water from the well to wash his hands, wiped his clothes, went into the kitchen to hug the quilt for the old grandma, and asked her about it by the way.
There is no mobile phone signal in the mountains, and they have lost contact with the outside world. Now only the satellite phone can get through. Zheng Chengrui is still tinkering with his computer.
The rest sat down around the brazier to keep warm.
Song Yuhang took her hand and asked her: "Grandma, do you have any relatives? Why don't you live in the city?"
As soon as he mentioned this, the old man's eyes turned red again, and he wiped away his tears, tremblingly got off the kang, took a photo album from the dilapidated chest of drawers, opened it and flipped through the pages.
The outside of the photo album is very broken, but the inside is very clean, all black and white photos.
After spending the whole night together, the policeman still has a little foundation in the local dialect, and can barely understand a few words and translate them for them.
"My mother-in-law said that her family is gone, and this is her husband..." The policeman pointed to the crew-cut man in the photo, and the old man nodded and wiped his tears.
"This is her daughter..." The policeman paused again before saying, "I married and went to the provincial capital, and never came back."
Lin Yan snorted coldly and said, "The wolf-hearted thing might have died outside long ago."
Song Yuhang gave her a hand, motioning her not to talk nonsense, but Lin Yan was still not convinced, the other party narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of threat in his eyes, and put his index finger to his lips.
"I..." Lin Yan gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger.
Song Yuhang pointed to the immature boy in the photo again: "What about this one?"
The old man pinched his eyes, wiped away his tears, and waved his hand. Fang Xin hurriedly handed him a piece of paper.
Speaking of his son, the old man burst into tears: "Seven or eight years old... got a sudden illness before sending him to the hospital..."
The policeman looked up at Song Yuhang and repeated the story to her.
Song Yuhang gently patted the old man's back to comfort her, Lin Yan took the photo album on the old man's lap, continued to flip it backwards, and snapped his wrist.
She didn't seem to believe it, she took out her phone, opened the photo album and looked at it a few more times, then handed the phone and photo album to Song Yuhang.
"Look, is this a person?"
Several people gathered around.
In the photo, three boys stand shoulder to shoulder, about twenty years old, all wearing singlets, sweatshirts and shorts, straw sandals on their feet, and straw hats on their heads. The background is the endless golden farmland.
The two on the left and right look very similar, and you can tell they are brothers at a glance, while the one in the middle is holding a piece of dog's tail grass in its mouth, with a slightly unrestrained look in its eyes, and its facial features are very similar to the photos in Lin Yan's mobile phone.
That was Yu Xinye when she was young.
Looking at the photos on the phone, the old man gave a slightly surprised "Yeah" and reached out to wipe away his tears: "This... this is my nephew..."
It's really hard to find a place to go through iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it.
Song Yuhang said a little excitedly: "Are you sure? Your nephew also died in the mine disaster twenty years ago?"
The old man stumbled and nodded, looked at the uniformed people in their room, held her hand with a slightly panicked expression, and asked in local dialect: "Ye, what's wrong with Ye Wazi?"
Several people looked at each other, and Song Yuhang comforted her: "It's okay, we're just asking routinely. Then you have no relatives and little income in the past few years. How are you living these days?"
Speaking of this, the old man showed a hint of relief on his face: "The government has subsistence allowances, and the crops grown are enough to eat. Besides... my nephew and daughter-in-law will send things to the post office in the town every now and then..."
Song Yuhang touched the quilt on the bed: "Is this also from her?"
The old man nodded, "Ah" twice.
"Since Yu Xinye has a wife, why isn't it written on the household registration?" Lin Yan keenly grasped a doubtful point.
The old man's face became a little embarrassed: "They got married early, and it was not popular in the countryside at that time, and they were all running banquets."
Song Yuhang pointed to the remaining two boys in the photo and asked her, "What about these two?"
The old man looked at the photo with a look of nostalgia.
Her son died early, and her daughter also married early. This nephew worked with her to take care of more than ten acres of farmland outside the house.
Until those two educated youths came to Xiaohe Village.
At that time, responsible land was promoted, and the joint production contract system was adopted. Naturally, no one was willing to help their orphans and widows.
"Guy, we can go back to rest if we turn over another acre." Yu Xinye wiped the sweat from his forehead and dug down again with a shovel.
"Hey! What do you want to eat when you go back, I will make it for you."
"It's so troublesome, you can just eat noodles."
The two of them were talking, and laughter came from the opposite Tiankan.
Several locals are bullying the new educated youth.
"Look at this skinny and tender, don't be a girl!"
"Oh, look, you're still shy!"
"Get out! Don't touch my brother!"
Following the boy's mournful cry, the young woman at that time rushed out with a scythe: "Eh?! What are you doing?! The work is done?! It's shameless to bully other people in the city!"
"Hey, isn't this an old widow?" Several young people resentfully withdrew their hands, and Yu Xinye also jumped onto the field with a shovel, and wiped the sweat from his head with a towel.
"Fast, get out of here, or I'll tell the village chief."
"Okay, you guys are great." The leader of the hooligans shoved the young man who was pulling his collar to the ground, spit a few more times, and walked away.
"Brother, brother, are you okay?"
The boy lying on the ground had a big bruise on his forehead. He shook his head and watched the old and the young go back to work in his field without saying a word.
"Get up if you have nothing to do. If you can't finish your work today, you will run out of rations tomorrow." The older boy said and helped him up.
Until the moon was sinking to the west, they dragged their tired bodies and prepared to call it a day. When they walked up the field, they were still busy.
The young boy who had just been beaten looked back and was pulled forward by the older one.
"Let's go, let's go, go back to sleep."
The boy stopped: "Brother, let's help them."
"Hey, you—" Before he could reply, the boy had already jumped down dragging the hoe.
"Auntie, let me help you."
In this way, the two brothers worked on their own responsibility fields during the day, and secretly helped them with work at night. Yu Xinye would help them when they saw others bullying them. Aunt Yu saw that neither of them knew how to cook. He gave them a small amount of rations and often asked them to come home for dinner.
After coming and going, they also became good brothers with Yu Xinye. For the two young people, Yu Xinye is not only a friend, but Aunt Yu is also a relative.
In that era, the connection between strangers was so wonderful. Sometimes it might be just a word of caring, a bowl of warm porridge, and a helping hand extended in times of difficulty, which was enough to constitute the greatest warmth and harmony in the hearts of young people in two cities. miss.
Thinking of this, the old man felt a little emotional, and his eyes moistened quietly: "They... they are all friends of Ye and Ye Wa... the three of them can wear the same pair of underpants."
Song Yuhang nodded, pulled out a pen and paper and handed it to the old man: "Grandma, can you write?"
The old man nodded: "Yes... a little bit."
"Please write down the names of your niece and daughter-in-law, and the names of Yu Xinye's two friends, so we can identify them."
The old man felt a little embarrassed: "This... what does this mean?"
Lin Yan hesitated to speak, but Song Yuhang opened his mouth first, but it was a white lie: "It's okay, we are from the household registration department of the county, doing census, and by the way, learning about the deeds of educated youths going to the mountains and going to the countryside for publicity. "
The old man didn't understand much, so he just thought it was a good thing to do publicity, so he took a pen and wrote stroke by stroke.
Lin Yan signaled her with his eyes: Open your mouth and tell nonsense, won't your conscience hurt
Song Yuhang smiled wryly: How about telling her that your nephew, daughter-in-law, and nephew's best friend may be involved in a serial murder case
It's no wonder the old man had a myocardial infarction on the spot.
After she finished writing, several people brought it over to have a look. The old man's handwriting was crooked, and it took him a long time to see it clearly.
Song Yuhang: "Is the name of my niece and daughter-in-law Wei Fengzhen correct?"
The old man nodded "ah" "ah".
Song Yuhang pointed to the boy on the left: "My brother is called..."
Her pupils shrank suddenly: "Li Hai."
"My brother's name is... Li Yang?!"