Chen Yuanxi looked at these plates intently on the bed.
On the first plate, there was a gentle man, who gently leaned over and put his clothes on the boy's quilt on the bed. The boy turned over in a daze, hooked his hands around his neck, and had a happy smile on his face. The man kept leaning forward, fearing to wake up the people on the bed, until the boy's hands slipped off, and his hands were placed outside the quilt. The boy held the boy's hand, hid his hand under the quilt, held him tightly under the quilt, lowered his head, and whispered these things. After a while, the man got under the boy's quilt, hugged the boy from behind, and pressed his face against the boy's back. . .
At that time, Chen Yuanxi could smell a strange smell in the room. Even the forensic doctor said it was Cui Qing drug. At that moment, how did Zhang Dong restrain himself to protect himself. How could he ensure that he and himself escaped intact under Mo Qian's strong pressure
Chen Yuanxi seemed to feel Zhang Dong's cold kiss on his forehead. He raised his head, as if Zhang Dong was looking at him tenderly, no matter when or where.
A brilliant editor, but I never doubted it
That's why he was kept doing those chores that were ridiculed.
That's why I often make him stay awake for several nights, just to torture him in a bad mood.
Therefore, at the critical moment, he was asked to arrest Luo Yang regardless of his life or death.
Therefore, he was stimulated to surrender as soon as possible.
That pair of rings, I showed some sincerity again
well. . .
Chen Yuanxi sighed deeply.
The second part may have been recorded with a mobile phone, but the shooting was a bit unclear. There was someone in the picture muttering: "Cripple him, see how arrogant he is." The camera moved slowly, and several people surrounded Zhang Dong. Those people, One should be Mo Qian and Tan Luoyang, both of whom were wearing thick clothes. It was the winter of a certain year. Zhang Dong's hands were tied to the cross and his feet were soaked in water. There seemed to be some ice floes in the water. His shirt was stripped off, and there were eye-catching whip marks everywhere from his arms to his chest, some of which were trailed by bright red blood. Zhang Dong gritted his teeth and remained silent.
The day he saw Zhang Dong was probably when he was forced to take action. . . He probably ran away when he saw me. . .
He barely made it through to the third paragraph.
This should be a surveillance video, hospital, Zhao Mingjiang, my God, Chen Yuanxi's hands couldn't help but tremble rapidly. At that time, Zhao Mingjiang was still alive and lying quietly in the hospital bed.
Zhao Mingjiang, Zhao Yuan's father, why did Mo Qian have this piece of surveillance? Chen Yuanxi couldn't help but remember that at that time, the provincial capital police were unable to find the surveillance records in the hospital bed. That was the invisible treatment for felons who were on medical parole, and few people knew about it. thing. It also means that Mo Qian should be able to do all the things that Zhao Yuan did to take care of his father, and all the things that Zheng Ziheng did to take care of General Zhao Ming.
Chen Yuanxi sighed softly and watched the surveillance video carefully. Zhao Mingjiang was lying quietly, knowing nothing and lying uninformed. He might still be thinking about when his condition would be completely under control and he could share it with Zhao Yuan. Father and son are happy as a family, and maybe he is still thinking about finding his missing wife.
But it was too late, a masked shadow broke in, and Chen Yuanxi knew that this video was what happened on the last night before Zhao Mingjiang died.
Zheng Ziheng fell asleep for some reason.
The door crack opens.
A pair of hands suddenly stretched out from the crack in the door, and then a slingshot accurately knocked down the red pipe that had been loosened in advance.
The hands stretched out and covered the door gently.
But those hands were clearly not that of Zhang Dong. Zhang Dong was tall and tall, and his palms were also very broad. But those sinful hands were clearly skinny. . .
After a long time, Chen Yuanxi saw the ward being pushed away again. He saw that the man in the hat was Zhang Dong. Zhang Dong hesitated in the hospital bed for a long time, testing General Zhao Ming's breath and taking his pulse with his hand. Suddenly he knelt down on the spot and faced General Zhao Ming firmly.
He kowtowed three times. Zhang Dong checked the alarm again, froze for a while, connected the wires of the alarm, bowed to General Zhao Ming again, and left in a hurry.
After a while, the alarm blared and the nurse on duty hurried in. . .
Two lines of tears fell from Chen Yuanxi's eyes. He had nothing to say to this man, and all words were too pale at this moment. Chen Yuanxi choked and leaned against the wall, feeling cold all over. In his tearful eyes, he seemed to see the golden ring that Zhang Dong had brought to heaven. The ring shone brightly in the light, causing a dull pain in his heart, until it was numb and then painful.
Zhang Dong unexpectedly never left himself any gift carrying memories. He never remembers anyone's birthday, he never remembers special holidays. He is more like a person from outside the world who is full of human feelings and sophistication. He appears in this world by chance and leaves immediately. . .
"In this life, if he had redeemed himself for that night in junior high school, he would have already redeemed himself. He does not owe me in this life, but I owe him." Chen Yuanxi later cried to Gu Xi, unable to do it himself.
"Zhang Dong..." Chen Yuanxi whispered his name countless times, as if she felt asleep, but also seemed to have never fallen asleep.
Zhao Yuan must know all this. Mo Qian sent this to himself before he died. He probably didn't know that Zhang Dong had passed away. He wanted to help clear Zhang Dong's charges before he died.
After all, it was too late.
Chen Yuanxi didn't know Zhao Yuan's residence in G City, but it was not difficult to ask for the address and send an express.
But for Shu Xiaoman who answered the phone, it seemed to be very painful.
"What... do you want to do?" Shu Xiaoman asked, then coughed violently.
"Oh, ask for the address and send something to Zhao Yuan." Chen Yuanxi said.
"Address...what are you doing here?" Shu Xiaoman asked nervously, and then hung up the phone.
Then don't send it, you might as well keep it for yourself.
Within half an hour, Shu Xiaoman called himself. He couldn't say a few words and just kept crying. Chen Yuanxi waited for her to finish crying and asked, "Is there anything else to say?"
There was a long silence.
Chen Yuanxi was no longer patient, so he returned to his residence and prepared to pack his things. Chen Yuanxi packed everything and saw that a long time had passed. At the end of midsummer, she went out with her thick suitcase.
He hired a special car and took him to the small town airport.
He walked into the airport and when he went through the security check, he discovered that he had not booked any tickets.
Living is like dreaming.
Once the Mo Qian incident is over, everything is over. He felt that it was time to find his mother and take her back to his hometown so that she could live a long life. By calculation, his mother was already nearly sixty. As for how to find him, he didn't have the slightest idea at the moment. He wanted to find Yun Che and Zhu Ziping, the couple who had made him extremely peaceful that night in the past. He couldn't contact him either. The last time Hongyan received Their letters are from Latin America.
Chen Yuanxi thought for a long time and smiled miserably. The world is so big, but he has nowhere to go.
Shu Xiaoman's call came again.
"I beg you, Wenxi, come and see me... okay... Wenxi" Shu Xiaoman shouted loudly.
Chen Yuanxi couldn't help but feel slightly moved.
"If you have anything to do, please tell me first."
"Wen Xi, I only ask you this once, come and see me. I don't know who to tell, I don't know." Shu Xiaoman seemed very desperate. Chen Yuanxi was slightly worried: "Where is Zhao Yuan?"
"He and I haven't spoken to each other for a long time, Wenxi, Wenxi, it's so dark here, I'm so scared," Shu Xiaoman just kept crying.
Go ahead, we're already at the airport anyway.
"I have only one request, don't let Zhao Yuan know that I have been there."