The New Year's Eve spent at Song's house that night became one of Lin Yan's fondest memories.
She leaned on Song Yuhang's shoulder, kowtowed melon seeds one after another, listened to Song's mother telling some interesting stories about her childhood, and laughed loudly at Song Yuhang's increasingly shy face.
Song's mother asked her some work and life matters one after another, and Lin Yan answered them honestly, including not hiding her own illness.
Song's mother didn't understand what the disease was, but when Song Yuhang told her about frequent insomnia, long-term medication, vomiting and other complications, she felt a little distressed for this poor child.
In the end, what I am most concerned about is: "Ge...Ge Ge what syndrome, isn't it inherited?"
Lin Yan hadn't swallowed a sip of water, and almost spit it all out with a "puchi".
Sure enough, are parents in the world most concerned about this issue
Mother Song was worried.
Song Yuhang couldn't help laughing: "Come on, mom, if it's not genetic, besides, even if it's not genetic, would I still be there? If not, I'll adopt one."
She cracked a handful of melon seeds, and gave Lin Yan all the kernels.
"By the way, how do you know this?"
Mother Song was a little embarrassed, she had never been exposed to these things.
"I read it in the newspaper."
"Unforgettable Tonight" was sung on the TV, and the zero o'clock clock rang outside the window.
Song's mother breathed a sigh of relief, and started to chase people away.
"Come on, go take a shower and go to sleep, don't you have to catch a plane tomorrow?"
"Okay." Song Yuhang put the melon seeds on a plate, pulled Lin Yan up and ran into the bathroom.
"Mom, you don't need to make breakfast for us tomorrow, I want to sleep more."
"Okay, got it, got it."
Mother Song's drawn-out answer came from the living room.
Song Yuhang took her hand and washed her hands with her, then brushed her teeth, and began to take off her sweater after washing her face.
Lin Yan held down the corner of her clothes and looked at her warily: "What are you doing?"
"Two people wash together, saving water and time."
"Auntie is still outside, you—" Lin Yan's eyes widened, and someone covered her mouth.
Does she still want to go out to meet people tomorrow
"Shh, don't make noise, it used to be sneaky, but now it's aboveboard."
"Um... no!" Lin Yan's eyes were red with anxiety, he couldn't do it, and panting, he pushed her out of the door and splashed water on her face with the shower.
Song Yuhang wiped the water from his face, turned around and saw Mother Song still busy in the living room, and went to help clean up.
"Mom, I'll come, you go to bed first."
She helped someone sit down on the sofa, picked up the broom and cleaned the room by herself.
Mother Song looked at her tall figure and bowed down, swept out the melon seed shells from under the sofa, and called her name.
"Yu Hang."
"What's the matter, Mom?" She looked up at her, and her hands kept moving.
"It's nothing, just looking at you now, and remembering that when you were just born, your palm was a little bigger. The doctor said that you were born prematurely, and you probably won't live for three months. Now you are so big."
Mother Song looked at the portrait of her deceased husband, stretched out her hands to compare, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Taller than your father."
Song Yuhang put down the broom, squatted beside her, holding her hand, a little moved: "Mom—"
Mother Song smoothed her black hair past her temples behind her ears: "I didn't think so when I looked at you in the past, but now that I see you taking care of me, I feel that my daughter has really grown up and has her own home. gone."
Song Yuhang put his face on her knees: "Mom, no matter how old I am, whether I have a girlfriend or who I am with, you are my mother, and I will always love you."
Song Yuhang knew that Song's mother did not necessarily accept homosexuality, she just accepted Lin Yan and hoped that her daughter would be happy.
What a great and deep maternal love this is.
She rubbed her mother's leg like she did when she was a child.
"Mom, don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who forgets his mother when he has a wife."
Song's mother laughed: "If you are that kind of person, it's better not to fall in love as soon as possible, so as not to delay other girls. By the way, what about Yanan's family, have you seen it?"
When mentioning Lin Yan's father, Lin Youyuan, Song Yuhang couldn't explain it.
"See you, it's just..."
The result was not as good as expected, and it can even be said that a bridge has been formed since then.
Song's mother pondered: "Since you have decided to get married, you still have to do what you have to do, and you still have to be filial to what you should be filial to. If Lin Yan doesn't want to go home, you have to have a sense of proportion, don't favor one person over another."
Song Yuhang smiled, and she didn't intend to annoy her mother by speaking out those complicated things, so she gently squeezed her hand.
"I see, Mom, don't worry, I have a sense of proportion, no matter what, I still have to visit before I officially get married."
"One more thing." Mother Song put on a straight face again, on purpose.
"No matter what, whether you adopt it or give birth to yourself, you have to have a child, and I want to hold a grandson."
Song Yuhang lay on her knees and wailed: "Why are you here again, Mom, who hates to have children, she is dink."
Song's mother picked up her ears: "I don't care if you are Dink or Keding, I have already given in, and you have to satisfy me on this matter."
Song Yuhang finally knew who Lin Yancha learned her ears from, and she learned her love from her own mother.
Her face was full of pain, and she was in a hurry to apply oil on the soles of her feet: "Okay, okay, you have the final say, you have the final say, I'm going to take a bath, and I'll give birth to your grandson after I take a bath."
"??? This bastard." Song's mother blushed, and she was about to fight, but she had already run to find her girlfriend.
Lin Yan came back from the shower and passed the living room. Mother Song had already gone to bed, and there was no one there.
Under the dim wall lamp, the incense on the altar table was burned out. She walked over to pick up the lighter and lit three more, bowed her head slightly in silence, then lightly inserted it into the incense burner, and returned to the room.
As soon as he blow-dried his hair until it was half-dry but not wet, Song Yuhang came back after taking a shower.
Lin Yan was flipping through the photo albums on her desk without raising her head: "How did you wash it so quickly?"
As soon as the words fell, he was hugged by someone.
Song Yuhang buried herself in her neck: "I miss you."
"It's only been less than ten minutes since we separated. Are you ready for Team Song?" Lin Yan smiled and raised her head.
Song Yuhang buried her in again, hugged her and muttered, and pushed her onto the bed.
"As for, as for, my mother urged us again—"
"What?" Lin Yan was taken aback.
"Make a child."
As Song Yuhang said, he took away the photo album from her hand, put her on the bed, and turned off the lamp with his hand.
Lin Yan gritted his teeth: "Are you telling me, how are we two girls made?"
Song Yuhang's sticky voice came out: "It's just like this, I suddenly feel that it's good not to get pregnant, you can..."
Lin Yan rolled her eyes: Can I let you torment me indefinitely
She grabbed her hair with one hand and propped her up.
Song Yuhang was stunned, it was too late.
Lin Yan repeated the same trick, and Barou's cross firmly imprisoned him under him.
"Lin..." Song Yuhang gasped as one arm was stuck.
Lin Yan leaned down, and her long hair brushed her face.
"I'm sorry, Officer Song, I'm going to disappoint you, Auntie, I can't make people anymore."
"But..." Her well-polished nails lifted the hem of her pajamas, and slowly slid down the curve of her lean back.
"It's time for you to fulfill your promise, remember to keep your voice down."
Lin Yan spoke close to her ear, pinching her vitals.
"After all, Auntie is still next door."
"Lin Yan... Hanan..." Song Yuhang gasped and couldn't utter a complete sentence soon.
"Hiss... um..."
The face that had always been calm and self-sustaining flew into a red cloud, a little drunk, and it was only at this time that he would show such an expression.
Lin hated her current appearance so much, and worked harder.
Interlocking each other's fingers, rubbing each other into their own bones.
The sheets became wrinkled, sweat rolled on the sheets, and hair tangled and scattered on the pillow.
The night is still long.
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Early the next morning, the sun shone through the window screens on the wooden floor.
Ji Jingxing was woken up by a phone call from work. After he finished speaking in a few words, he was already awake. He looked back at Xiao Wei who was sleeping soundly on the bed. Although he couldn't bear it, he still woke her up.
"Xiaowei, Xiaowei, wake up, get up, mom will have work soon, she has to go to the company to meet the client, first send you to grandma's house to eat dumplings, okay?"
Xiao Wei muttered, rubbed her eyes, and got up from the bed: "Okay, I got it, Mom."
Ji Jingxing felt a little distressed, rubbed her head, and hugged her into his arms. When Xiaowei grew up and became independent, maybe she wouldn't have to work so hard.
"Hey, let's get dressed, mom is going to wash up first."
When sending him to grandma's house, it happened that Song Yuhang and Lin Yangang had just come downstairs, chatting and laughing.
Song Yuhang said hello as usual: "Sister-in-law, Xiaowei."
Xiao Wei rushed forward and kissed her: "Auntie!"
"Hey, let me see if it's sunk after a year." Song Yuhang said, hugging him up.
Lin Yan is still concerned about Ji Jingxing's nose is not his nose, his eyes are not his eyes.
Of course Ji Jingxing ignored her.
"Where are you going?"
Song Yuhang put the man down: "Go up, Xiaowei, grandma has made dumplings and is waiting for you. Lin Yan and I are going on a trip for a vacation."
Lin Yan saw that it was at the Song's house last night, and the ring she mentioned, said that it was a vacation and probably asked for marriage.
Ji Jingxing was a little envious for a while, felt sour, and smiled a little more reluctantly: "It's great, I can have a vacation, I will send Xiaowei up later, and I have to go to the company again, I just took a case."
Ji Jingxing didn't know that the two of them managed to squeeze out this rare vacation.
The Municipal Bureau has a system of shifts and shifts. After the new year, no matter how many days you take, you still have to pay back.
The smile on Song Yuhang's face faded a little, he pulled Lin Yan and turned around to leave.
"Sister-in-law has worked hard."
"Auntie, you go out to play, Xiao Wei also wants to go, and doesn't want to stay at home to do homework."
Ji Weiyi rushed forward and hugged her thigh again.
Song Yuhang laughed, touched her head, and said softly: "Xiaowei hasn't had breakfast yet, go eat first, good boy, wait for aunt to come back and take you to have fun, okay?"
Xiao Wei let out an "oh", let go of her, and nodded aggrievedly.
"Understood, goodbye, aunt, goodbye, Aunt Lin."
The two waved at her and left, Ji Jingxing took him upstairs, handed him over to Song's mother, and left with a few words of comfort.
Although Ji Weiwei is only seven years old, he lost his father since he was a child. He is much more sensitive and delicate than ordinary children. Knowing that his grandma is getting old, he can't bother her. After eating, he obediently took out his homework book and lay down on the dining table. do homework.
Or when Mother Song came out after washing the dishes and saw that she was still writing, she felt a little soft-hearted: "Xiao Wei, do you want to go out and play?"
Ji Weiyi raised his head, his eyes lit up.
The old man smiled kindly: "Then go and change your clothes, wear thicker ones, and let's go to the temple fair."
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Another marital dispute.
The male owner smoked, drank, and was violent at home, and the client sat here with a bruised nose and swollen face, sobbing.
While the hostess complained to the lawyer, the man made countless "consolation" phone calls to her family.
The woman accepted it in front of the lawyer, and her words were so vulgar that it was unbearable to hear.
There were too many lawsuits like this, Ji Jingxing became a little numb, and when she was complaining, she inevitably thought of her late husband Song Yichen, and the expression on her face became more bitter.
Is it so difficult to be happy in this world
She still feels that Song Yichen's sudden death is like a dream to her.
"Lawyer Ji, Lawyer Ji..."
The client has left, and it is agreed to talk about it another day.
Colleagues called her name: "What's wrong with you?"
Ji Jingxing came back to his senses: "It's okay, it's okay, then I'll go back first."
"I'll give it to you. Lawyer Ji is the best at matrimonial dispute cases, and he will definitely win."
Ji Jingxing smiled, got up with his bag, and politely declined the male colleague's kindness.
"No, Lawyer Wang is too polite. I will pick up my daughter and go home, so I won't bother you."
The man sighed and looked at her leaving back, feeling a little lost.
The colleague patted him on the shoulder: "Forget it, I've been secretly in love with him for several years, Lawyer Ji, it's hard to deal with a pure-hearted man."
The man smiled, buried himself in his work, and said nothing.
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For some reason, Song Yuhang was a little terrified along the way.
She thought she was too nervous, and secretly adjusted her breathing.
Lin Yan tilted his head and glanced at her: "What's wrong?"
"No, it's okay, we're here, let's go down." The airport arrived in no time, Song Yuhang opened the car door and got off, and the person who pulled her greeted him out.
The servant was already waiting at the international departure gate with her luggage, Lin Yan put on her sunglasses and walked over.
Song Yuhang touched the small box in his inner pocket, it was still there, and he was carrying it.
She quietly breathed a sigh of relief, secretly clenched her fists, and cheered herself up.
Success or failure is here.
From a distance, Duan Cheng saw Lin Yan's enchanting figure in a leather skirt, running towards him holding a plane ticket.
"Sister Lin, Sister Lin, Team Song!"
Lin Yan took a step back to the side, Song Yuhang stretched out his foot silently, and Duan Cheng fell into the arms of Lin Yan's big black African bodyguard with a big waist.
The strong man was caught off guard by someone who hugged him, and looked at him tenderly.
Duan Cheng: "... vomit vomit."
"Sister Lin."
"Team Song."
Lin Yan looked back, Fang Xin and Zheng Chengrui also ran over panting with their suitcases.
She waved her hand: "Let's go, island tour, let's go!"
The two women walked in front arm in arm, Song Yuhang wanted to follow, but Lin Yan slapped him to the back.
She dragged two extremely huge suitcases and walked with Duan Cheng and the others resentfully, watching Lin Yan's high-heeled shoes step on the clean floor, her hip-wrapping skirt outlined her perfect figure, with lotuses growing every step of the way, It's too voluptuous.
One more serving is vulgar, and one less is not enough taste.
Song Yuhang licked his lips, took the ticket, and saw that the boarding time was still early: "Lin Yan, I'm going to buy a cup of coffee, who else will drink?"
Lin Yan was telling Fang Xin about her beauty experience: "Your glasses are too thick, you should wear colored contact lenses, or you can go directly to myopia surgery..."
Being interrupted, he waved impatiently and sent her away.
"I want American style, you go and come back quickly."
"it is good."
Song Yuhang put the suitcase next to her and ran to a nearby coffee shop. When she came out with the bag, her phone rang.
She turned around in a hurry, it was a strange call, the moment it was connected.
She finally knew, where did her anxiety come from
The child's sharp cries were gradually pulled away.
She couldn't be more familiar.
Song Yuhang's blood turned cold, like falling into an ice cave.
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She has bought this coffee for too long.
Lin Yan was chatting and laughing with them at first, but finally the boarding announcement sounded.
She began to look at her watch frequently, feeling a little irritable.
This emotion also spread to other people, and Duan Cheng also shrank his neck and stopped talking.
Lin Yan finally took out his mobile phone and made the first call to her.
"Sorry, the person you have dialed is currently on the phone."
A cold mechanical voice came from the receiver.
"Fuck." Lin Yan cursed secretly, and typed again in disbelief, and the system prompt sound was still the same.
The airport was crowded with people coming and going, but there was still no sign of her.
Duan Cheng put down his bag: "Let me go and have a look."
After a while, he ran back and shook his head: "No one, I asked the clerk and said he left long ago."
Lin Yan squeezed the phone tightly, anxious and a little uneasy, and a little bit aggrieved.
Fang Xin comforted her: "It's okay, maybe I went to the bathroom, I didn't hear the phone ring."
The announcement urging passengers to board the plane rang, and Lin Yan forced a smile: "It's okay, I'll wait for her here, you go up first."
"It's okay, it's okay, just wait, wait."
Several people spoke in unison.
Lin Yan started calling Song Yuhang again, but this time no one answered.
Her eyes were red, and she wished she could throw the phone out.
"Oh shit!"
"Huh la la—" The faucet in the bathroom was turned on very loudly. Song Yuhang put his hands on the washstand and watched the video sent by the other party on his mobile phone. The eyes of the person in the mirror were red and he gritted his teeth.
Xiao Wei was tied to the electric shock chair, and the electricity was switched on from time to time. From the beginning of howling and crying to the end, she was silent, with her head tilted, her face pale, and she remained motionless.
She gritted her teeth, tasted blood in her mouth, and clenched her fists tightly, barely restraining her trembling.
She wanted to call back the kidnapper, but the phone rang again, it was Ji Jingxing.
"Hey, Yuhang, do you know where Mom took Xiaowei? The phone can't be reached, and there is no one at home. I asked all the neighbors but no one saw..."
As Ji Jingxing said, he ran downstairs, his tone was urgent and fast, and he was out of breath.
Song Yuhang hadn't had time to speak when he suddenly heard an exclamation from over there, followed by the muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Her heart instantly rose to her throat.
"elder sister?!"
She yelled in the bathroom, startling the person who had just come out of the opposite cubicle.
"Crazy?!"
Several men in black carried the limp Ji Jingxing into the car.
The man picked up the phone that fell on the ground: "Officer Song, the game has begun."