Chapter 57

in the middle of the night, Lin Yan was comfortable sleeping, and song Yuhang felt uncomfortable. He was half asleep and half awake until dawn. When he woke up in the morning, his arms were numb. She moved a little, and Lin Yan arched in again.

One hand tugged at her chest skirt, the other hand on her waist, legs on her thighs, sleeping position is not very honest.

The collar of the shirt is a little loose. Song Yuhang catches a glimpse of it and breathes heavily.

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"My brother's name is Li Yang? "

Her pupils suddenly shrunk: "Li Hai."

Song Yuhang pointed to the boy on the left: "my brother's name is..."

The old man nodded his head.

Song Yuhang: "my nephew's wife's name is Wei Fengzhen, right?"

When she finished writing, several people took it over and saw that the old man's handwriting was crooked, and he barely recognized it for a long time.

Old people don't have myocardial infarction on the spot.

Song Yuhang wry smile: otherwise, tell her your nephew's daughter-in-law, nephew's good friends may be involved in a serial homicide?

Lin Yan motioned to her with his eyes: if you open your mouth and tell lies, won't your conscience hurt?

The old man didn't understand very well. He just thought that publicity was a good thing, so he took a pen and wrote it.

Lin about to speak, but saying nothing, Song Yuhang first opened his mouth, but he was a white lie. "Nothing, we are the registered residence of the county, do census, and learn about the deeds of the Qing Dynasty when he went up to the mountains and went to the countryside."

The old man was slightly embarrassed: "this What does that mean? "

"Please write down the names of your niece's daughter-in-law and Yu Xinye's two friends for us to recognize."

The old man nodded: "yes A little bit. "

Song Yuhang nodded, pulled the pen and paper and handed it to the old man: "grandma, can you write?"

When the old man thought of this, he felt some emotion and quietly moistened his eyes: "they They are all friends of Ye and yewa Three good people can wear the same pair of underpants. "

In those days, the connection between strangers was so wonderful. Sometimes it might be just a word of concern, a bowl of warm porridge, and a helping hand when it was difficult. It was enough to constitute the greatest warmth and concern in the hearts of young people in the two cities.

As soon as they come and go, they have become good brothers with Yu Xinye. For the two young people, thousands of miles away from home, Yu Xinye is not only a friend, but also a relative.

In this way, the two brothers work in their own fields during the day and help them secretly at night. When Yu Xinye sees others bullying them, she will help them. When Yu sees that neither of them can cook, she is so hungry that she takes out a few rations and often asks them to come home to eat.

"Auntie, I'll help you."

"Ah, you --" without waiting for his reply, the boy had jumped down with his hoe.

The boy stopped and said, "brother, let's go and help them."

"Go, go, go back to bed."

The young boy who had just been beaten looked back and was pulled forward by the elder.

Until the moon began to sink, they dragged their tired bodies to finish work. When they went up to the ridge, they were still busy.

"If you have nothing to do, get up. If you can't finish today, there will be no rations tomorrow." The older boy said and helped the man up.

The boy lying on the ground had a big bruise on his forehead. He shook his head and watched the old and young go back to work in his field without saying a word.

"Brother, brother, are you ok?"

"Yes, you are." The ruffian at the head pushed the young man with his collar to the ground, spat a few more mouthfuls and left."Quick, get out of here, or I'll tell the village head."

"Oh, this is not an old widow." Several young people resentfully took their hands. Yu Xinye jumped onto the ridge with a shovel and wiped the sweat off his head with a towel.

With the boy's shrill cry, the young woman at that time rushed out with a scythe: "ah?! What are you doing?! The work is done?! It's shameless to bully people in the city! "

"Go away! Don't touch my brother

"Ouch, you look shy!"

"Look at the delicate skin, don't be a girl

Several local people are bullying the new Zhiqing.

Two people said, opposite of the field came the sound of laughter.

"It's so troublesome. Just have a bite of noodles."

"Ah! I'll make you what I want to eat when I go back. "

"Gu, turn another mu, we can go back to rest." On the moon, the new leaf wiped the sweat on its forehead and shovel it again.

At that time, houxing was responsible for farmland, and the contract system was based on joint production. Naturally, no one was willing to help the orphans and widows.

Until the two Zhiqing came to Xiaohe village.

Her son died early, and her daughter married early. Her nephew took care of more than ten acres of farmland in and out of the house with her. Every day she worked from morning to night.

The old man looked at the picture with a trace of nostalgia.

Song Yuhang pointed to the two remaining boys in the picture and asked her, "what about these two?"

The old man blushed: "they got married early. At that time, the countryside was not interested in holding certificates. They were all running water seats."

"Yu Xin Ye has a wife, why did he not write what registered residence?" Lin Yan keenly caught a doubtful point.

The old man nodded, "ah" twice.

Song Yuhang touched the quilt on the bed: "is this also from her?"

At this point, the old man's face showed a trace of relief: "the government has subsistence allowances, and the crops planted are enough to eat, besides My niece and daughter-in-law also send things to the post office in the town every so often. "

Several people looked at each other, and song Yuhang comforted her: "it's OK. We just make routine inquiries. In recent years, you have no relatives and little income. How do you live these days?"

The old man nodded and looked at the uniformed people in their room. He took her hand in a slightly frightened way and asked in vernacular, "what's wrong with Ye and ye Wazi?"

Song Yuhang was slightly excited and said, "are you sure? Your nephew also died in the mine disaster twenty years ago? "

It's really hard to find a place to break iron shoes. It's easy to get them.

The old man looked at the photo in his mobile phone and was a little surprised. He said, "ah!" and put out his hand to wipe his tears: "this This is my nephew... "

It was Yu Xinye when he was young.

The left and right are very similar in appearance. You can see that they are brothers at a glance, while the middle one has a Dogtail in his mouth. He has a little uninhibited eyes, and his facial features are very similar to the photos in Lin Yan's mobile phone.

The three boys in the photo are standing together, shoulder to shoulder, in their twenties. They are all wearing vests, sweaters and pants, straw sandals and straw hats. The background is the endless farmland.

Several people gathered around.

"You see, is this a man?"

As if she couldn't believe it, she took out her mobile phone, opened the album and looked at it again. Then she handed the mobile phone and the album to song Yuhang.

Song Yuhang gently patted the old man on the back to comfort her. Lin Yan took the photo album on the old man's knee and continued to turn it back, with a jerk on his wrist.

The policeman looked up at Song Yuhang and repeated it to her.

Speaking of his son, the old man was full of tears: "seven or eight years old I got an emergency and didn't have time to send it to the hospital... "

The old man pinched his eyes, wiped his tears and waved his hand. Fang Xin quickly handed a piece of paper to him.

Song Yuhang pointed to the young boy in the photo again: "what about this one?"

"I..." Lin Yan gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger.

Song Yuhang gives her a hand and tells her not to talk. Lin Yan is still unconvinced. He squints his eyes slightly, showing a hint of threat at the bottom of his eyes and comparing his index finger to his lips.

Lin Yan Leng snorted a way: "wolf heart dog lung's thing, probably already died outside."

"This is her daughter..." After a pause, the policeman said, "I married to the provincial capital, and never came back."

"My mother-in-law said that her family is gone. This is her husband..." Police pointed to the photo of the flat headed man, the old man nodded, wiping tears.

After a night together, the police still have a little local dialect foundation, barely able to understand a few words and translate them.

The album is very broken on the outside, but inside it is very clean, black and white photos.

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes turned red again, wiped a handful of tears, trembled down from the Kang, took a photo album from the shabby chest of drawers, opened it and turned it page by page.Song Yuhang took her hand and asked her, "grandma, do you have any relatives? Why not live in the city? "

The rest sat down to warm themselves around the brazier.

The mobile phone in the mountain has no signal. They have lost contact with the outside world. Now only satellite phone can get through. Zheng Chengrui is still playing with his computer.

After breakfast, the door was repaired. Song Yuhang scooped some water from the well to wash his hands, wiped his clothes, and went into the kitchen to hold the quilt for his grandmother. By the way, he asked her about it.

All three nodded together: "I think you're right."

He punches a hooligan, kicks his boss, and his family is rich and powerful.

Zheng Chengrui helped his glasses and made a final decision: "to be a man is to be a doctor."

Duan Cheng looked at it for a long time: "it's not husky, it's a milk dog. It's the kind that barks at sister Lin."

Fang Xin's face hated the iron but not the steel: "when I first entered the Municipal Bureau, I took song team as my goal. She is the pride of all the policewomen in Jiangcheng city. Now what, husky?"

Several people in the room looked at each other and shook their heads: "Song team is a miserable girl."

Lin Yan's face is changeable. He slaps the towel on her face, and kicks it on her knee. Song Yuhang jumps, and the board that hasn't been installed falls on her face. A burst of dust is mixed with her wailing.

Song Yuhang seized her hand and swallowed: "I, I want to kiss you."

"What's the matter?" Lin Yan wiped the sweat off her cheeks.

Song Yuhang stopped his hand, looked at her slightly, and gently called her name: "Lin Yan --"

Lin Yan gave a wry smile: "so, don't hold on to me, I'm easy to make more efforts."

"I believe it. I treat people around me like this, until I'm a little older..." She pauses a little, her long eyelashes quiver: "someone told me it's wrong to do this, love should be expressed in the right way, but I can't change it."

"No one has taught me this since I was a child. My father only embraces Lin Cheng and coaxes him. He always scolds me when I'm right or wrong. All the servants say that strict discipline is good for me, beating is pro scolding is love. He still has me in his heart."

Lin Yan didn't look at her: "next time, next time, you don't want to indulge me like this, I'm not very good in temper..."

Song Yuhang shook his head: "no pain."

The well was cold, but her heart was warm.

Her voice did not fall, a cold face, Lin Yan has a towel gently applied to her face, pinch into a ball back and forth, low voice: "pain?"

Song Yuhang looked back: "how --"

Lin Yan stepped forward.

Even the uneven, hairy, short hair behind her ears became lovely.

In this early morning, she suddenly felt a heartfelt heart, which had a long history and gradually became strong.

All the adjectives that Lin Yan can think of about beauty can be used in her.

Gentle, kind, rigorous, serious, pragmatic, occasionally reveal the youth spirit and always maintain the passion and original heart of life.

Behind meddling and fighting against injustice is kindness deeply embedded in the bone marrow.

I don't know that behind the flexibility is a gentleman who sets up the world and does what he wants without overstepping the rules.

Behind the stereotype is the harsh and serious treatment of their work day after day.

But these days together, also a little bit found her advantages.

She felt that she was old-fashioned, inflexible, meddlesome, and ready to fight against injustice, which was far from her three outlooks.

Lin Yan is no exception. In fact, she didn't like song Yuhang at first.

In such an environment, the more irritable mood will become unusually calm.

In the early morning, the sunlight was very good. The light came down from the forest. Occasionally, I heard a few frogs calling and insects chirping. Everywhere, there was a scene full of green water. The water dripping from the leaves fell into the small puddles and made ripples.

Lin Yan looked at her, looked at the towel in his hand, and looked around the open space.

Song Yuhang showed a smile of treacherous success, honestly turned to the past, picked up the hammer and began to repair the door.

Lin Yan bit his lip, as if he wanted to leave, but looking at her slightly bruised side face, he was still cruel.

"Ai -" Song Yuhang pointed to his face: "pain."

Lin Yan turns away with a bowl, but he is dragged back.

When a bowl of goat's milk came to the end, song Yuhang was satisfied. Her stomach was warm. She licked the corners of her lips, as if she still had some meaning.

A few people can't lift their heads laughing, and the police are even more confused, so they have to laugh with them.

Fang Xin nodded solemnly: "I think you are right. The revolutionary friendship between Song team and Lin forensic medicine is very enviable."

Several people laughed tacitly. He was surprised and asked, "what are you laughing at? Isn't it? "Song police's feeling is very good

Duan Cheng in the room took chopsticks and picked up the noodles in the bowl. He looked out through the crack of the door: "it's like feeding the dog."

Song Yuhang was stunned. The corners of his lips curved gently, and he sipped her hand. When he was about to drink to the bottom of the bowl, because she was tall, Lin Yan had to stand on tiptoe and hold the bowl carefully, not spilling it on her.

As soon as her voice fell, Lin Yan had handed the bowl to her lips: "drink it."

"What's the matter?"

Song Yuhang put down the hammer in his hand and didn't understand its meaning, but he still turned around and put his back against the door.

Think of here, Lin Yan slightly uneasy moved his sight: "then you turn around."

In the morning, Lin Yan smashed the door of the kitchen with a mechanical stick, so they found some firewood and cut it into planks. Anyway, the door is already crumbling, so it's better to take it down and repair it again.

Song Yuhang laughed, and there was a thin sweat on his forehead: "you see, I'm so busy. As soon as I loosen my hand, the door will collapse."

There were only two people left outside.

"Drink it if you want!" Miss Lin Yan's temper comes up again. Duan Cheng laughs. Just as Fang Xin calls them to have dinner again, she throws all her work to song Yuhang and runs away.

Song Yuhang stood against the shaking wooden door, his hands not empty: "I don't drink, you drink."

"To -" Lin Yan reluctantly extended his arm and handed it to her.

Song Yuhang has seen her.

Facing the 70 or 80 year old woman, Lin Yan couldn't do it, so he took a few steps passively.

The old man forced the bowl and the handkerchief into her hand and pushed the man forward a few steps.

Lin Yan lingered: "I'm not going..."

Lin Yan didn't know what it meant until she brought out a bowl for her again. In her hand, she held a well water wet handkerchief, pointed to song Yuhang and motioned her to take it to her.

Seeing that she liked it, the old man laughed contentedly. When she finished drinking, he patted her hand and went back to the kitchen.

Lin Yan likes it very much, and his eyebrows bend, showing a smile.

It's unexpectedly delicious. It's not as sweet and greasy as milk. I don't know what the old man put when he cooked it. It seems that there is a fragrance of tea, which just neutralizes the smell of goat's milk.

Last night's all still fresh in my mind, Lin Yan slightly embarrassed, see no one look at himself, this just took a bowl, a small sip.

She knew that the girl from the city was delicate, but her heart was good. She was afraid that she couldn't get used to the food in the countryside, so she went to milk the sheep for her in the morning.

The old man just put the bowl into her hand, empty gesture, look a little anxious.

Lin Yan was stunned: "this..."

Just then, the old man brought her a bowl of boiled goat's milk from the kitchen and motioned her to drink it.

The two turned their faces together.

Lin Yan bumped the stone and said, "I don't think I can hear you, do I?"

As soon as their words fell, two stones flew in the air and hit their heads.

It's really hard to catch up with girls, not only with strong spirit and heart, but also with strong physique.

"Stop talking, repair the door..."

The palm print on Song Yuhang's face is still in his eyes, because his face is swollen, and he speaks a little wholeheartedly and wants to cry without tears.

Duan Cheng's eyes were full of tears: "team song, sister Lin is not only active but also violent. How did you endure her for so long?"

After washing and doing nothing, Lin Yan picked up a handful of stones and sat down on the porch to smash the frogs in the garden after the rain. He also threw a few of them on Duan Cheng's head from time to time.

Zheng Chengrui helped to chop firewood, but Pang still had a few efforts. Fang Xin took a basket to help the old man pick up the fruits and vegetables in the garden and apply fertilizer.

There are many farm jobs in autumn. If the old man is busy by himself, he has to do it in the middle of the night. Now many young workers come. In the early morning, the police and another criminal policeman go out to herd sheep.

Song Yuhang took out his mobile phone and photographed it.

She leaned down, pressed on her flashlight, fumbled for the quilt and turned it over, finally found a small trademark at the bottom: Jiangbei weaving.

She looked around the dilapidated thatched cottage. She didn't feel that the old man could afford the quilt.

Last night it was dark and I didn't see it clearly. Now I feel very clean and tidy when I touch the quilt. The design and color are simple, but the stitches are fine and there is no thread. It's not like it's made by hand.

Listening to the wailing outside, song Yuhang shakes his head and smiles helplessly, preparing to pack up the bedding for the old man to return.

"Sister Lin, sister Lin, I was wrong, no, no, I really knocked, knocked! You didn't hear that. Ah, ah, ah, ah, kill! Help

Duan Cheng was squatting by the well and gossiping with the people. She was very happy when she saw her coming from a distance. She put the enamel cup on the ground and ran around the beam.

Lin Yan's forehead jumped, tied the button to the highest one, picked up his mechanical stick and went out of the door.She also missed the feeling of pinching her back neck and smashing her mouth.

Song Yuhang opened his mouth, looked at her slender white fingers, slowly buttoned, with the action slowly raised his neck, how to say there is a trace of that what in.

Lin Yan snorted coldly, got out of bed and sat down beside the bed, tying his shirt button: "I'll never change. I deserve to be beaten."

"Lin Yan, don't we agree not to slap face?"

"Pa --" Song Yuhang sat up with his face covered, and asked Qu Baba, because the painful words were not easy to say.

At the same time.

As soon as he spoke, the mechanical stick banged on the door.

Duan Chengfei generally retreated, nodded and bowed, and closed the door for them: "you go on, go on, I don't see anything."

Two people on the bed looked at it together. Lin Yan's hand pinched the mechanical stick.

Duan Cheng pushed the door and saw her press Lin Yan under her body. Lin Yan bit her shoulder, and the person with the enamel jar covered her eyes. "Emma" stepped back quickly as she stepped on a mine.

Song Yuhang hid, and the quilt became a mess.

Lin Yan became angry and was held down by his wrist. He wanted to bite her without thinking about it.

Song Yuhang held her tightly: "hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer. Last night, I didn't hold on all night."

Lin Yan opened his eyes drowsily, rubbed his eyes and was a little dazed. When he saw her face clearly, he pulled back his hand and was about to get up.

Song Yuhang lost his smile and squeezed her hand: "if you don't get up, someone will come soon."

Lin Yan slapped her subconsciously and hit her in the face. He muttered something in his mouth and told her not to make a noise.

Song Yuhang pinched her nose: "lazy cat, get up."

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