Zhao Dongsheng is the confidant who has been with Yan Zeyang for the longest time.
This time he was transferred out of Kyoto, and Zhao Dongsheng was also transferred there.
Yan Zeyang didn't let him follow him, so Zhao Dongsheng stayed in the car, getting out of the car from time to time and looking at the side door of the prison.
About half an hour later, he saw the leader of his family coming out, "Captain."
Zhao Dongsheng was particularly discerning.
When he saw someone coming out, he immediately ran over.
The expression on Yan Motou's face was not that good, even a little livid and solemn.
He said nothing.
After walking a few steps, he stopped and looked back at the prison.
In the sunshine, the entire prison was cold and eerie.
When Zhao Dongsheng went over to open the car door for him, Yan Guiguai was so distracted that his leg was even scratched by the car door.
He heard a "dong" sound from his bones and hit the side of the car door.
"Captain, are you hungry?
Why don't we go get something to eat first?"
This was not a mistake that Yan Tuan, who had always been agile, could make.
Zhao Dongsheng originally wanted to make a joke, but when he turned around, he saw the captain's eyes in the co-pilot, staring ahead as if he wanted to kill someone.
"Go back."
He only uttered two words, and those two words were as cold as ice.
Zhao Dongsheng dared to say anything else.
He could tell at a glance that the leader was in a bad mood.
He didn't know what happened, but he had followed Captain Yan for so many years.
He had a strong desire to survive and knew when to do it.
Shut up.
So he quietly left the No. 4 Prison in Henghua City at full speed as fast as he could.
Zhao Dongsheng drove the car while looking at Yan Tuan in the passenger seat next to him.
Although he had no expression, Zhao Dongsheng could tell that the leader seemed to be uncomfortable.
He leaned on the backrest and kept his eyes closed.
Zhao Dongsheng thought Yan Tuan had a stomachache, but Captain Yan was always in good health and didn't even catch a cold.
He had never heard of stomach problems.
Could it be that he was really hungry and they bought some steamed buns to eat on the way at noon.
Yan Zeyang closed his eyes at this moment, and his mind was almost filled with Song Qian's voice.
You are a book, you are the content in a book, you are the male protagonist I set, it is fictional and does not exist.
Possible?
How can a fart be a lunatic?
He didn't believe that this world could never be a book written by her.
But he still listened to her patiently.
Did she lie?
He used all the interrogation techniques.
No matter what details, as long as he asked, she could give a complete answer with complete logic.
These all confirm that she is either a genius or she is not lying, and she is obviously not the former.
She said that those in the notebook were all the timelines she had set, and what she wrote above would all happen in the future.
If she didn’t believe it, he could verify it.
The people she records all exist in this world and are all characters created by her.
And warm.
Song Qian said that this warmth is rebirth.
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Rebirth was something Yan Zeyang didn't understand.
It wasn't until Song Qian explained it that he realized that rebirth was equivalent to starting life over again.
She said Wen Xin was reborn and he frowned deeply.
If he hadn't had Wen Wen's future passport and ID card, if he hadn't discovered all the different clues about Wen Wen, then sitting here today, he would not believe a word of the nonsense said by the woman opposite him, and he would even sneer and laugh at her.
Resist stubbornly.
But Song Qian can describe Wen Xin in the real world.
Her birthday, ID number, and address were all accurate.
She even knew clearly what Wen Xin had learned in the real world, her identity, her parents' death, and the high school she attended.
Yan Zeyang already knew the contents on that card by heart.
If she is reborn, why does Wenxin have an identity certificate from the future world?
The identity certificate also confirms that she is only 20 years old in the future world.
How could she be reborn in the book at the age of 20?
None of this is in line with what Song Qian said, but the flaws are only found in Wen Xin, and there are no flaws in other places.
Yan Zeyang didn't believe it in his heart at first.
He just thought this woman was talking nonsense.
But as he interrogated more and more deeply, he found that if these were really just her nonsense and a story she made up, then this person That's terrible.
Coupled with the various things that happened to Wen Xin, which were inconsistent with Song Qian's statement from another world, and related to Wen Xin, he began to waver slowly.
Beneath the calm exterior, there is already a heart that is so intense that it is turbulent and suffocating.
All this is so ridiculous.
She could even describe that future world so realistically that he was so shocked that he didn't even know how to refute it.
He listened in silence to the strange and colorful world she had lived with Wen Xin.
Finally, Yan Zeyang said two lyrics, "What kind of song is this?"
Although there are some mistakes in the lyrics.
But Song Qian, who was so thin that she only had two big eyes, stared at Yan Zeyang: "This seems to be a love song written by Wu Qingfeng in 2006, how did you know?"
"Hum a few words."
Listen to that familiar melody.
Just over half a month ago, he heard it from another person's mouth, and he couldn't hold it anymore and closed his eyes.
Is this really a world of fiction?
All the characters and events in it are fictitious, and he is not a real person.
Song Qian walked into the book she wrote.
It was so warm.
The identity certificate, the box with the combination lock, the first time they met, the clothes she wore that were incompatible with this era, and the weird things in the box. jewelry and stuff Could it be that she passed through the book like Song Qian?
He didn't want to believe it, let alone couldn't believe it.
He got up and left the prison.
When he went out, he only felt weak under his legs.
It was so unreal that he just wanted to close his eyes.
Finally, sitting in the car, he looked out the car window with a straight face.
It was a long and lonely road.
If everything Song Qian said was true, then Wen Xin had what purpose in approaching him and what kind of mentality she had in looking at him.
Do you think he is a fictional person?
Are you holding off on marrying him because he does not exist in the real world?
Is there no need to get married?
Or is it because he is the so-called male protagonist with a halo in Song Qian's book?
If you get close to him, you can do whatever you want in this world.
Back at the station, Yan Zeyang locked himself in the office, smoking cigarettes one after another.
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The room was filled with smoke.
Then he picked up the phone and dialed the number.
After transferring, he said: "Check the number for me."
He mentioned several addresses all over the world, and asked the other party to check several events that Song Qian said were going to happen or had already happened in the next two days.
I called in the evening and checked, everything was accurate.
Yan Zeyang put down the phone and sat slumped on the chair in the office.
Yan Zeyang did not go back to the dormitory at night, but stayed in the office with the lights off all night.
He recalled every word Song Qian said in the interview room countless times.
What he said to her before prying her mouth open was just a means of interrogation.
Every newcomer would suffer something when he went to prison.
Obviously, Song Qian took it seriously.
She had no psychological understanding of this interrogation method.
Any ability to resist.
Under such psychological pressure and fear, what she said was extremely true.
If everything she said is true When the political commissar came the next day, he found that the light in the regimental leader's office was still on.
"The funds in the regiment are tight.
You, the regiment leader, are taking the lead in wasting electricity.
Wait for me to write a report to Chief Yan and say, you kid, don't think that the sky is high and the emperor is far away."
Political Commissar Ye said jokingly, but as soon as he entered the office, it was as if the room was on fire, filled with smoke and fire.
Looking back at the eldest young master of the Yan family, who was usually a bit of a germaphobe and always kept himself neatly tidied, wishing there were no wrinkles on his military uniform, which was straight and straight.
Now, the military uniform was casually thrown behind the chair, and it was full of wrinkles.
He was wearing a wrinkled shirt, and the green stubble on his chin seemed to have grown overnight.
His whole person was still the neat and tidy leader yesterday, but he looked like a homeless man.
"The tour fee is tight."
Yan Motou took a deep breath of the cigarette in his mouth and put it in the full ashtray.
This world is probably a book written by others.
He laughed at himself and even He himself may not even be a real person, so there is no money or waste to speak of.
"Hurry and tidy up, there is a meeting to be held soon."
Political Commissar Ye did not say anything and urged him twice.
Yan Zeyang opened his mouth to Political Commissar Ye, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't.
He even thought about sending some telegram to his father, but he thought about the Wenxin involved in the diary.
Once he said it, Wenxin would not escape the pain of interrogation, and he might not be able to save her by then.
He looked at the diary for a long time and did nothing.
Life always has to go on.
Soon their leader appeared neatly in front of his soldiers.
Another ten days passed, and the soldiers felt more and more that their regimental commander spoke less and less and smiled less and less on his face.
He used to leave the station every three days, but now he has not left the station for nearly a month.
Stay in offices and dormitories.
In the past drills, as long as Yan Zeyang was present, the soldiers would tremble, and the two sides would fight, and the eagle eye could scare people to death.
But now, he is still standing there, but the soldiers feel that their regiment leader's requirements for them seem to be less stringent, as if it is a routine matter.
In the past, he fucked them to death, but now he just looked at them with a heavy gaze, and after it was over, he turned around and left without saying a word.
On this day, the platoon leader's sister came to the garrison to see her brother again and brought some things.
I happened to meet Captain Yan, and she immediately stepped forward to say hello.
He asked with a smile: "Captain Yan, why haven't I seen your partner in the past few days?"
As soon as he heard her mention Wen Xin, Yan Zeyang's heart felt like boiling water.
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It hurt and was so hot that it made his heart tangle together.
He kept holding back and numbing himself.
He didn't want to see her, but he wanted to see her again.
He wanted to know what she was thinking, but he was afraid that if he knew it, his heart would bleed even more.
As if there was some telepathy, when he turned around, he saw Wen Wen walking out of the reception room, wearing a goose-yellow dress, standing there, looking towards him.
When Wen Xin saw him, she turned around angrily and entered the reception room.
She raised her hand and slapped the table.
"You Yan Zeyang, in front of everyone, you are so polite and your style.
You are so happy chatting with women in the military area." .
The sound of slamming on the table startled the sentry next to him who was hesitating whether to let Wenxin go to find the group leader. gd1806102: