Although the warmth of his family said that he would give birth to a child, he said it like a joke.
But no man doesn't like that his beloved woman is willing to leave him offspring.
This is the crystallization of love between two people, and it is also the continuation and testimony of love.
He snorted at that time, and his mouth was stiff, but his heart still felt like he was in a hot spring, warm and comfortable, and his whole body felt comfortable.
He happily took her down to eat, peeled the crab meat for her with his own hands, put the peeled crab meat on her plate, and looked at her red mouth waiting for his feeding, while sucking the snow-white crab leg meat.
Eating the fragrant crab roe, I pursed my lips several times because it was so delicious.
The hairy crabs in the restaurant were big, fresh, and Wen Xin kept saying they were delicious.
She even picked off a crab leg, put it in his mouth with her own hands, and asked him to try it with a smile.
It was good for men, nourishing the kidneys and aphrodisiacs.
Yan Zeyang sneered inwardly.
He also used kidney-tonifying and virile-strengthening jokes.
However, I still followed the crystal crab meat on her fingers and ate it.
It was fun and a warm little sweetness.
Maybe she doesn't know what warmth feels like in Yan Zeyang's heart.
Only Yan Zeyang himself knows that she is sometimes gentle and considerate, sometimes charming and naughty, sometimes bold and unruly, and sometimes shy and timid.
She seems to be very dependent on herself, but sometimes her spiritual world is completely independent.
Sometimes she is frightened like a little rabbit, but sometimes she is not afraid of anything, and she doesn't even care about the world.
She dares to go anywhere and try anything, a bit like playing games in life.
He hesitated for a long time and never said everything he guessed because he was afraid that what he guessed was just a bubble and once it burst, he would have nothing.
If he had to describe her, then in Yan Zeyang's heart, she was the one he loved, the little fairy who broke his wings and stayed by his side, and belonged only to him, the little fairy in the future world.
When they returned home at night, the two of them put her on their laps sweetly and contentedly, looked at her smooth back, and happily swayed their waists to go to the ultimate peak of happiness with her.
He and she were surprisingly harmonious.
The next morning, he felt refreshed and saw that it was still early, so he squatted in the bathroom to wash the clothes she had not washed for two days, dried them all, and put away her underwear.
In a place with sufficient sunlight, there is a smooth, black bowl-shaped thing.
Yan Zeyang didn't know what it was before, but later he realized that it was wrapping the cute pair.
A big man was holding two bowl-shaped cloths in his hands.
Thinking of the scene when he saw her for the first time, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and his big hands were awkwardly scrubbing her.
Although he didn't know how to wash this thing and felt like he had no idea where to start, he finally cleaned it.
He went down and bought her breakfast, warmed it in a pot, and cleaned up the hall.
He took care of all the snacks, dried fruits, half-drunk tea on the coffee table, and the books scattered on the cabinet.
After sorting and packing up, he took the military uniform at the door and put it on.
Then he walked into the bedroom with the hat, sat by the bed and looked at her for a while, then straightened her shiny black hair that covered the entire pillow.
Then he got up and walked out, closed the door, put on his hat, and drove back to the station in the early morning night.
As soon as the car drove into the gate, a guard ran over and saluted, "Captain, the package sent from the Kyoto Military Region last night is urgent."
Yan Zeyang glanced at it and reached out to take it.
It read personally from Commander Yan of the 137th Army of Huzhou City, "I understand."
Then he drove in.
After getting out of the car, he walked directly into the office with something in his hand.
He threw the package aside, took off his hat, walked to the desk, picked up the phone and pulled it out.
After the transfer, Yan Zeyang asked directly in a deep voice: "What's going on with the package?"
"Captain."
The other party said: "I called last night and they said you were not at the station.
That's what happened.
Before I could collect anything, something happened to the woman you asked me to check.
She was having an affair with a male classmate of the same class.
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If you engage in a relationship between a man and a woman, you will report him to the police the next day and force him to do it to a woman.
The classmate was arrested, and a relative of his family was on the police line.
It was finally found out that the two were in a relationship.
The female classmate also received 200 yuan worth of things and money from the male classmate.
It was a consensual relationship.
The incident had a huge impact, and the school had expelled both people.
I took the opportunity to get all the things of that woman except her luggage.
There was something very strange written in one of the notebooks.
It also had the name of the group leader.
I think you should take a look at it.
I don’t know if this woman is a spy or not.
It will be detrimental to you.
She has been picked up by her family now. " Yan Zeyang hung up the phone.
After thinking for a moment, he turned around, took the package, and tore open the outer paper package.
Inside was a pile of paper things.
Now that it had been mailed, the person on the phone mailed everything that seemed suspicious.
Yan Zeyang sat back on the chair and read several of the letters.
They were all letters that Wenxin had mailed to her before.
He glanced at them hastily and threw them aside.
The rest was Song Qian writing magazines and newspapers at school.
The manuscripts are all manuscripts, some have been published, some have fallen into the sea, and they are all marked.
Yan Zeyang frowned and flipped through the pages.
They were all filled with sad content, or some eye-catching short stories.
He looked at the last diary-like thing again.
Apart from some random scribblings, it was just a record of inspiration.
There was nothing suspicious about it.
Turning to the end, there was a page with a corner folded.
He unfolded the corner and stared at it.
When he saw his name, his pupils shrank slightly.
This piece of paper was written in a hurry, obviously because I was confused or trying to hide something.
The handwriting was unclear and very simple.
Only keywords were marked.
I guess only I can understand the meaning after reading it.
At the beginning, they are arranged by name.
The first one is the male protagonist, followed by his name.
There are only two words below, heroine, followed by empty, and then followed by female supporting role, one female supporting role, two female supporting roles, three female supporting roles.
Male supporting characters one, two, three, four and eight.
On the female supporting character's side, there are two familiar words written, "warmth."
Yan Zeyang's face darkened and he continued to read.
Then they are arranged by year, with each year followed by a few messy words.
The year 78 is followed by the words College Entrance Examination and Kyoto, and the year after that is the words University, Female Supporting Officer One, and Yan Family.
In the 1980s, the Yan family was still marked, including address, correspondence, and the transfer of the male protagonist, and the female supporting character fled south.
In the next few years, marriage, graduation, and privileges will come.
Then private and entrepreneurial At first, Yan Zeyang just scanned it hastily, but as more and more dates followed, until 2018 was marked, Yan Motou straightened his back, his handsome face was cold and stern, his brows were lightly frowned, and he began to carefully distinguish the words behind each year.
Keywords.
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The more he looked at him, the darker his face became.
There were even words like "Hong Kong" and "Return" written on it.
More and more names appeared among them, and his name was included among them from time to time.
He stared at the thing in his hand, his thoughts flying.
Why is 2018 such a coincidence?
Is this the woman's imagination, or is it...
Is she the same as Wen Xin?
One year, there were three words marked on the back: "warmth" and "death" circled several times.
Just when he was looking at this thing, he was filled with doubts, calmness mixed with inexplicable panic, and a hint of anger.
"Report" A company commander under his command knocked on the door and came in, handing him a training plan for the soldiers in the company.
The company commander was very nervous.
The physical training results of their random inspection were not very good, and he was afraid that the regiment's training plan was not very good.
Give him a lot of curses.
But he didn't expect that after the plan was handed over, Yan Tuan nodded and waved him out.
When the company commander went out, he felt incredible that Yan Tuan didn't say anything.
He thought he was going to be scolded bloody.
He was also prepared.
If the regiment leader wanted to scold him, he would go back and scold those unsatisfactory soldiers to death.
After sending them away, Yan Zeyang picked up the notebook buckled on the table again and looked at the pages of records.
The more he looked at it, the more it seemed like this could really happen.
It felt like a weight of gold and stone was weighing on his heart. , something he could not predict was slowly revealing its true identity to him.
But he hesitated, not daring to face such truth easily.
But being timid is definitely not the behavior of a man, or even a soldier.
Half a month later.
Yan Zeyang spent a whole day and rushed to Huanhua City with his confidant Zhao Dongsheng.
He had already investigated that after Song Qian was expelled from school in early June, she returned to the Song family and was married to a fool the next day.
During the wedding, she kicked the stupid son's stuff out of his house.
Amidst the wails of fools and the screams of chaos in the house, Song Qian looked for When she got the chance, she ran away in embarrassment.
Later, she followed a thirty-year-old man at the train station and boarded the train all the way to Huanhua City.
Later, because she had no identity certificate, she was imprisoned by the man at home.
During her accidental resistance, she was blinded. caught the other person's eyes and escaped again.
After being arrested by the police because she had no identity, she and the man were both imprisoned.
In mid-August, she was sentenced to twenty years in prison for assault.
When Yan Zeyang saw her again, it was in the interview room of the Fourth Prison in Huanhua City.
Twenty-year-old Song Qian was wearing a gray-white prison uniform, handcuffs and shackles.
Because she had just been imprisoned not long ago, she looked panicked and walked away.
When I came in, I saw Yan Zeyang.
She rushed over, but was dragged out of the cuffs by the prison guard behind her, and pressed onto the stool opposite the table in the interview room.
"Yan Zeyang, get me out, I beg you, I will do whatever you want me to do."
Song Qian was in a very bad mood, her mouth was trembling with excitement, and up close you could see the bumps on her cheeks and the corners of her mouth of injury.
The feeling in a women's prison is not pleasant.
No matter where you are, the law of the jungle always exists.
A thin and good-looking young woman like her will always be the one bullied.
Yan Zeyang was sitting there in a military uniform.
He glanced at the prison guard.
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The prison guard nodded to him, turned around and left the interview room, closing the door gently.
He is not a god, and he does not have three heads and six arms.
All the relationships he has are just borrowed friendships.
Those close friends who have the same status as him, those good brothers and buddies who grew up with him in the compound.
Behind each of these people, there is a strong background, and they are all in different situations.
There are different relationship networks in each position, and such relationship networks are interconnected.
Such a small thing is just a phone call.
Therefore, there is almost no one in the world that he can't find, and there is no problem that he can't solve.
Even compared to his father, and those who he knows his uncles and uncles, it is more practical, convenient, and useful, and he has to pay less.
This is his circle of influence and his way of doing things.
"Song Qian, I know your situation is very bad right now.
I can ask someone to take care of you in prison.
However, you must answer me honestly when I ask you something."
He took out her notebook and turned to that page.
He did not hand it to her, but opened it so that she could see the words on it clearly.
His face was solemn, his eyes were sharp, and he asked in a deep voice: "What is this?"
I found it in your notes, it has my name in it, can you explain it?"
Song Qian, who was originally very excited, surprisingly calmed down after seeing the scrawled writing in the notebook.
In just two months, the young Song Qian's cheeks were sunken, and she was as thin as a handful of bones blown down by the wind.
Her eyes had also lost their former glory.
She stared at the note for a long time before looking at the man who had been patiently waiting for her to speak.
Yan Zeyang.
"You came all the way from Shanghai, so it was for this.
When I returned to the Song family, I had nothing but the luggage roll."
Song Qian laughed, and she leaned on the backrest.
She looked at the person opposite and said : "Okay, as long as you get me out, I'll tell you everything."
As if he had already expected what she would say, Yan Zeyang paused, put his notebook on the table, and said with a relaxed expression, "It's okay if you don't tell me, but do you know why you are given special care here?"
After saying this sentence, Victoria Song's breathing became rapid on the opposite side.
She had been beaten seven or eight times in just a few days since she came here.
Each time she was in agony but no wounds were left.
She had no way to explain the situation to the prison guards.
And as long as there are no big wounds, they won't care about these things at all.
She was beaten in the morning, and the walls of her mouth were broken.
The spit was full of blood.
She dug her fingernails into her palms nervously, "Why?"
"Two people, one of them kicked his genitals, and one of them poked an eye out.
Do you think the two families will let it go?
Will they let you go so easily?
Do you know the background of the person who was blinded?
And that family that has completely cut off their children and grandchildren?
Do you think they will swallow this breath?
What if one of them happens to have a friend who is a prison guard?
What if one of them has a family member who is in this prison?
I heard that they want to kill you within a year.
It is not enough to kill you.
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They must Torturing you and making you die miserably will relieve their hatred.
"The demon-like voice of Yan Motou came out softly, and every word was cut like a sharp knife towards the person on the other side trying to calm down, but he was already frightened to death.
"Song Qian," he said coldly: "I don't have to know what's in the notes, and you don't have to tell me.
I have nothing to lose.
But if I leave Henghua this time and come back next time, you may have died."
After entering the prison, how do you think a person who has been kicked out and blinded will deal with you?"
After saying this, Yan Motou took the notebook without any hesitation, stood up and walked out of the interview room.
Just when he was about to walk out, Song Qian, who was pretending to be calm, finally panicked.
She was just an ordinary girl from later generations.
Just hearing the words spoken by the devil opposite made her whole body tremble with fear.
Her heart beat faster, and when she saw that he was really gone, her fear quickly made her collapse.
"Wait, wait" she stood up unsteadily.
Yan Zeyang, who had opened the door, closed it again and looked back at her.
Song Qian licked her chapped lips and asked him in a trembling voice: "I don't want to die, what can you do?"
Yan Zeyang said calmly: "At least it will allow you to live comfortably in it for the past twenty years."
Looking at Song Qian who was already hesitant, he returned to the table, put his notebook on the table, sat down, and stared at her, "Tell me, this is the last chance.
Once I leave this visiting room, Won't come back here again.”
Song Qian also sat down slowly.
She sat there silently and suddenly laughed, then laughed twice more like a lunatic, and then seemed like she couldn't stop laughing.
Yama looked at her with cold eyes, but his brows furrowed tightly.
It wasn't until she laughed for a while that she put her handcuffed hands on the table, and the metal made a "riddle" sound with the table.
"You really want to know that much?"
Song Qian laughed so hard that tears came out.
She looked at the serious-looking Yan Motou across from her.
This male protagonist she had written out with her own hand, no, was modeled according to the type that her ex-best friend liked. , she never really got to know the character she was portraying.
She finally knew why she didn't like this character.
His ruthlessness, indifference, rationality, and arrogance were not the type she liked.
He thought everything was under his control, but was it really under his control?
She leaned over the table, looked at Yan Motou closely, whispered "Hehe" twice in her mouth, and said: "I'm really curious, what will it be like after you know the truth?
I'm afraid you will regret it and want to deduct it from you." ears."
"What is the truth?"
She said frantically to the calm face of Yama, "The truth is that this world is, in fact, just a novel written by me."
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