the familiar nursery outside the villa became overgrown with weeds because no one took care of it. Song Yuhang checked his fingerprints, and the iron door "ticked" and slid open.

Holding the door, she hobbled in, thinking that as soon as she went in, she could see her sitting in the courtyard, but who knew it was empty.

Song Yuhang's eyes were red, and he swam in the courtyard like a wandering soul.

Thank you to the little angel who threw the grenade: one madman still;

thank you to the little angel who threw the rocket: ala Oh, four;

thank you to the little angel who threw the shallow water bomb: ala Oh, drink one;

thank you to the little angel who threw the overlord ticket or irrigation nutrient solution for me during the period of 2019-12-0922:26:06 ~ 2019-12-1021:32:00 ~

see you tomorrow, good night , Moda.

Believe me, I'm tired of it. I'm tired of it!

The author has something to say: Thank you guanyue, today is still a day full of desire for survival (I'm afraid of her on the other end of the phone, saying in a hoarse voice: "live to see people, die to see corpses, where she is buried, I want to find her."

Song Yuhang shut himself up in the dark room for three days and nights without eating or drinking. After that, he called Jingzhe with his mother's mobile phone.

Song Yuhang knew that she would never get better, never again.

And the pain will be with her all her life.

She knew that even for the sake of her family who loved her and for the sake of those behind the scenes, she should live a good life, but her heart seemed to be missing a big gap, whistling and leaking wind, which made her heart ache.

In her mother's arms, she finally felt a long lost warmth.

"Whether it's you, Jingxing or Xiaowei Everything will be fine. Everything will pass... "

"Mom knows, mom knows, everything will be OK, ah, everything will be ok..." With tears in her eyes, song's mother pulled Ji Jingxing, who was dancing with tears, into her arms and patted them on the back.

Song Yuhang choked and rushed into his mother's arms: "Mom, I'm alive, but I'm dead."

"Ma knows that Yan Yan is a good child If she has a spirit in heaven, she will also hope you live well, healthy and safe. "

Mother song stood up tremblingly, took her daughter's hand, and put her on the sofa with tears in her eyes.

Her life was bought by her life. If she did, she would meet in hell. Lin Yan would jump up, slap her hard, spit on her face, and scold her for being worthless, a loser, and would not communicate with her.

On the way back today, she wanted to walk into the turbulent traffic for countless moments, but she held back her words of persuading Lin Yan.

"That's it. I'm the same." Song Yuhang's eyes were hot and he couldn't help crying.

Ji Jingxing nodded and shook his head: "yes, but there are Xiaowei, my parents, mom, you, I can't do that."

Song Yuhang didn't move. Looking at their nervous faces, he said with a wry smile: "sister, my brother Have you ever thought about going with him? "

Ji Jingxing also forced up a smile: "yes, Xiaowei also slept, let's talk."

Song's mother patted the position beside her: "Yuhang, come and sit down."

Song Yuhang buried his head and went over: "sister, I sleep in my brother's room."

They sat on the sofa in the living room waiting for her.

Song Yuhang just wears slippers to walk outside, what she didn't expect is that song's mother and Ji Jingxing haven't slept yet.

That bath she washed for a long time, until late into the night, until the skin blistered on her body, until the wound was bruised, swelling, turned out the white flesh.

Mother song's heart broke when she heard it outside.

She trembled, hugged herself tightly, and finally allowed herself to cry in a quiet and closed environment.

Turn on the shower and drive the Yuba to the maximum. The sewage rolls from top to bottom, and the floor tiles at the foot of song Yuhang exude light red blood.

Said, muddled to the bathroom.

"Mom, I'm going to take a bath."

She stood up again as if nothing had happened.

"Yuhang..." Mother song seems to want to comfort her.

"After all, there is so much less. When Lin Yan comes back, he will blame me for not taking good care of her things."

Until all the paper cranes were put in, she suddenly burst into tears.

Song Yuhang put them in one by one: "one thousand, one thousand and one thousand and two..."

Song's mother looked at her big bag of paper cranes and didn't know what it meant, but she still brought something for her.

Song Yuhang's tears had long been dried by the wind. He pulled up his lips and laughed: "Mom, find me a glass bottle."

Song's mother welcomed the people into the warm room and almost cried out: "where have you been? If you can't find your mother again, you have to call the police."By the time I walked home, I had blisters on my feet.

She didn't have a mobile phone, she didn't have any money, she couldn't get a taxi, so she walked from day to night, from the suburbs to the city center, and she was still wearing the thin hospital uniform when she came out from the hospital. She was shivering in the cold wind in early spring, her face was pale, and her lips were blue.

"No, nothing." Song Yuhang reluctantly smiles for a while, and tears come out again. She stumbles up, opens the corner of her clothes, wraps up all the thousand paper cranes that fall on the ground, and limps home.

She realized that she had been crying.

"Are you all right, miss?"

After Jingzhe left, she didn't know how long she had been sitting here, until there was a kind-hearted man on the side of the road who handed her a tissue.

* *

"in the future, if you need to, you can be on call."

"Miss Song, I think she I really like you

"She said that she lived only for revenge, and she didn't know how long she could live, so she didn't dare to be moved."

"Miss told me a long time ago that she fell in love with a woman named song Yuhang."

Stung to see her like this, know more useless, put the mechanical stick gently on her side, nodded away.

"Ha ha Ha ha ha I don't believe I don't believe I don't believe anyone Unless she comes in person and tells me she doesn't want to live She promised me that she would not die easily She promised me that she would marry me... "

Song Yuhang wiped off the blood stains on his lips, shook his head and laughed, then cried with a smile.

Jingzhe: "Miss, I can save my life. I only listen to her. I won't cheat you."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, you are all cheating me, cheating me..."

Song Yuhang waves her hand to push people away. She shakes her head and struggles.

Stung seems to have unbearable, virtual help her: "you have to go to the hospital."

She covered her lips and spattered blood on her hospital uniform.

One sentence struck song Yuhang like a lightning strike. She staggered back two steps. It was dark before her eyes. She just wanted to say something. She was so angry that she coughed and her tears began to fall.

"I met her in the morgue."

Jingzhe took her hand away and stepped back.

That eye is full of blood: "you cheat! You're bullshit! She promised me that I would live a good life, that I would live a good life

Stung slightly pause, song Yuhang has rushed up, dead grasp his shoulder.

Song Yuhang survived, but Lin Yan died because of his heavy injury and ineffective rescue.

"When I got to the hospital later, the rescue was over..."

Jingzhe then handed the stick forward a little: "when I took people to the hospital according to her instructions and turned back, it was all over. This was the only one left on the bridge deck."

"Say it! Relics What do you mean She bit the word "relic" very hard, and her heart was bleeding at the same time.

Song Yuhang read a trace of sadness from his expression.

Jingzhe had a half blood face, but she didn't like to laugh, and she didn't like to talk. There was no expression on that face, but now she closed her eyes and frowned.

Song Yuhang didn't reach for it. She was biting her teeth and red eyes. She said: "what does the relic mean? Please make it clear."

After a hard struggle, the repaired mechanical stick was mottled. The tip of the stick was bent, and the sprayed paint fell off again. It was dark red with blood stains on it.

"The lady's remains are returned to their original owners."

One sentence brought tears to her face.

He took out the familiar object from behind and handed it to her.

Jingzhe was dressed in a black suit and a cap, which covered her exaggerated red hair.

The smile gradually froze on the face.

She was overjoyed and looked: "Lin Yan, you're back --"

Song Yuhang was too busy to pick it up. He had a hand to pick it up for her.

A car passed by, the dust was lost in sight, and the crane was blown out by the wind.

Some fell into the nursery, covered with soil, she picked up blowing clean, scraped off the top of the mud, carefully put into her arms.

Song Yuhang weeps and picks it up. She holds it in her hand when there is no place to install it. She walks on her knees and falls off as she walks.

The bottle was broken and could not be filled any more, so she put it into her pocket. The two pockets on her clothes were all full, and her trouser pockets were full.

Song Yuhang is crazy. He rushes over and surrounds her with his hands and sleeves, picking up her dusty dreams one by one.

Now this heart is lying on the road, falling in the mud.

It's also her tattered but spotless heart.

This is Lin Yan's dream, Lin Yan's hope, her enthusiasm for forensic medicine, and her reverence for the dead.

She knocked on the steps, bruised and bruised, glass bottles smashed on the road, colorful paper cranes scattered all over the ground.Several big bailiffs come up to tear her up again. Song Yuhang grabs the glass bottle from his arms and holds it to death. He lets others fight and kick, but he doesn't give up. Finally, he is thrown out of the door with the bottle.

The staff member was caught off guard, nosebleed spatter, sharp voice howl: "madman, madman, what are you doing, throw this crazy woman out to me!"

"I told you not to touch it!"

Song Yuhang didn't know where the strength came from. He bit his teeth and got up. He kicked, kicked, tore and bit. He rushed out of the encirclement and smashed his fist.

At a glance, she saw the last man holding several glass bottles full of her thousand paper cranes, trying to go downstairs.

Several staff members went upstairs again, carrying furniture, Lin Yan's fitness equipment, tables and chairs

Song Yuhang knees a soft, plop a kneel on the ground struggling, fist like rain fell down.

Several bailiffs could hardly hold her, and they didn't know who kicked her in the confusion.

"Don't touch it, don't touch it! Stop it! Stop it

The vase accidentally knocked down, the candlestick bought together, the ornaments, the disheveled tablecloth, the shoe rack pulled down, the couple's slippers dropped on the ground, and the plush rabbit's ears trampled on and dirty.

Even small objects.

Her famous bags, luxury clothes, expensive high heels, cellar wine

Song Yuhang watched them count Lin Yan's belongings and move things from home.

Several bailiffs saw her start, rushed up to stop people.

Her hair was covered with wine. No one recognized that she was song Yuhang, captain of Song Dynasty.

She rubbed the ground to stand up for a while, clutching each other's collar and yelling: "dead?! What do you mean by "dead"?! "

Song Yuhang was stunned. As soon as he opened and closed his mouth, she could not hear what he said clearly. She only heard the word "late".

"The people's Procuratorate of Jiangcheng city has sealed up the property under the name of Lin Yan, a legal doctor in the technical investigation department of the Public Security Bureau of Jiangcheng city. Please do not hinder us from performing our official duties."

The other party was dressed in suits and shoes, with neat uniform and a badge on his chest. He held out his certificate to her.

She looked along her straight trouser legs, her smile frozen on her face.

She went to pick up the clothes scattered at the door. She was caught off guard by a pair of shoes and couldn't pick them up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm tired of it. I have to clean it up as soon as possible, or she will be unhappy when she comes back..."

In the early morning of the next day, song Yuhang woke up with a headache. Looking at the mess, he repented.

Until finally, the latte hammer broke the attic door, still empty. Exhausted, she went to sleep on the cold floor with a bottle in her arms.

That night, she could not count how many times she ran upstairs and downstairs, how many bottles of red wine she opened, and how many tears she shed.

With tears in her eyes, she sat back on the cupboard and looked at the mess: "you and me No more? "

She messed up her room, threw the clothes in the cloakroom on the floor, took out the expensive red wine from the wine cabinet, opened it and poured it over, choking and coughing.

Song Yuhang, who can't wait for an answer for a long time, just like a child who can't get his favorite toy, starts to play tricks and sabotage in her house.

"You don't want to No more? "

"I'll throw away all your favorite clothes, your cosmetics, the wine in your cupboard, and your thousand paper cranes..."

"Well, you're not coming out, are you? Then I, I will... " She looked around and got up from the ground.

Song Yuhang let out his strength and sat down on the ground, biting his teeth.

Her shoulder ached, and soon the skin broke, and the thin cloth oozed blood.

Song Yuhang didn't have a key, so he banged his shoulder against the wooden door and fell some dust from the top, which dyed his dark hair gray.

This is Lin Yan's secret base, locked all year round.

"By the way, attic, attic, she must be there."

"You broke it, didn't you? You must still be there, right? " She looked at the blue crane, patted her head and rushed out of the door.

Song Yuhang held it carefully and held it in his arms.

On the desk, there is a paper crane that has not been signed and folded.

She ran to her study, her favorite place to stay, excitedly pushed the door open, and rushed to empty again.

There was no one in the corridor.

"Lin Yan!"

Song Yuhang had a cursory look at it. The breeze made the door ring, and she stumbled out.

The big room is very tidy, but there are not many places for Tibetans.

"Don't hide, don't hide, I won't propose, I won't ask Will you come out? "Shivering her lips, she was so sad that she got up and opened her wardrobe.

Still not.

Song Yuhang red eyes, to see under the bed: "Lin Yan, don't hide..."

The sheets and pillows all fell to the ground, but there was no one.

She turned the bed upside down like mad.

Smile suddenly solidified in the face.

She excitedly lifted the quilt: "Lin Yan --"

she took another step forward, and her toes touched a hard object. Song Yuhang wept with joy, reached for it and fell into a soft place.

Song Yuhang forced a smile: "it's OK, it's OK, you Don't hide I can hold you

The wind ran into her arms and brought a chill.

No one answered her.

Song Yuhang stepped forward and stretched his arm: "Lin Yan, if you want, will you hold me?"

These words should have been said with her for a long time, but now they can only be poured out in the air.

"I don't need your return, and I don't want you to have pressure. I just want you to understand that I am willing to do all this."

"I can also give you a lot of love, meticulous love, all the love, incomparable love."

"I know I don't have money, I can't give you the best diamond ring, I'm just a little policeman, I can't give you a better material life, but I'll work hard and give you all my money. My deposit, real estate certificate, provident fund and social security card are OK I can give it to you. "

Tears came down before she opened her eyes.

But wait and wait, my legs and feet are numb, and only the wind in the corridor is blowing.

Song Yuhang closed his eyes, beating his heart like a drum, waiting for an answer.

Tongue like a knot, a word incoherent, confused.

"Lin Lin Yan Marry you No, no, I want to marry you It's not Marry Marry me... "

Her heart was almost instantly raised to her throat. Without looking at it, she closed her eyes and handed out the ring box in her hands, completely forgetting the draft she had just made.

Through the wind, "creak" a light sound, did not lock the door slowly blowing.

Song Yuhang muttered to himself.

"How can I come here dressed like this? I should go back to take a bath and change my clothes..."

"Will it be too hasty?" She hesitated, stroking her hair and tidying up her messy clothes.

"Will she like it? Do you think it's too cheap... " Song Yuhang bowed his head and looked at the cuffs of his hospital uniform.

"Lin Yan, I'm tired of Marry me No, kneel first, or kneel first... "

Song Yuhang took his sleeve to wipe away his tears and tried to squeeze out a smile, holding the small ring box and talking to himself.

She stopped as timidly as if she were in her hometown, took out the ring box from her trouser pocket, and hesitated for a moment about what kind of posture and expression to give her.

The door of Lin Yan's house is close at hand.

Song Yuhang bent his lips and reached out to capture the image, but it disappeared again.

As she climbed, she seemed to see the tall police officer passing by with the small woman in her arms.

"I'm going downstairs."

"There's a bathroom upstairs."

"Blame me? You wait for me to try. "

"Hello, garbage. Last time, a man ran around with me naked upstairs and downstairs."

Song Yuhang nearly collapsed in such a long process of searching. As she searched, she burst into tears unconsciously. She fell down in front of the steps again and climbed to the second floor, biting her teeth, as if that was her only hope.

There was still her breath in the air, but the man was gone.

Song Yuhang staggered out and ran to the kitchen, bathroom, bathroom, gym, even her laboratory.

So big cloakroom is quiet, her clothes are neatly hanging on it, as if no one has come to patronize.

Song Yuhang opened the cloakroom and looked in the mountain of clothes: "Lin Yan, don't hide. This game is not fun at all..."

There are two pairs of slippers for lovers on the shoe rack at the door.

The bright furniture is covered with dust.

But the flowers in the vase have withered, decadent, emitting a breath of death.

Before I left, I pasted the window pattern, which made the whole room look much more festive.

"Lin Yan, Yan Yan, come out quickly, don't hide from me..." Hoarse, she pushed open the glass door of the hall.

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