Choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun.

She was the one who said that he was going to eat hot pot, and she was also the one who was absent-minded.

Song Yuhang took a clean bowl of rice in two or three mouthfuls: "I'm full, and I will go out."

Mother Song got up and called her name in mourning: "Yu Hang, don't go anymore, don't go again...make us worry."

Song Yuhang turned around to look at them, the hot pot on the induction cooker was still gurgling with bubbles, and the aroma was overflowing.

The cleaned dishes are still stained with water on the dishes.

All this is so beautiful and quiet.

Lin Fan should sit here and enjoy such warmth.

But she is gone, and she will never be able to eat her beloved hot pot again.

Song Yuhang shook his head: "Mom, I'm sorry, I can't do it. I can promise you not to do anything that hurts yourself and live well, but you want me to be indifferent, as if nothing happened, I'm sorry, I can't do it. "

After Song Yuhang left, Mother Song looked at the closed door for a long time, until Ji Jingxing picked up a chopstick-shaved greens and put it into her bowl.

"Mom, let her go, what else can I do, there is always hope for the day."

Xiao Wei bit the chopsticks. Although she didn't understand what they were talking about, she watched her mother pick up vegetables for her grandma, and her grandma was crying, and he shared a piece of the meat in the bowl.

She still doesn't like to talk very much, but this cute behavior is enough to make Song Mu burst into laughter.

"Good boy, eat quickly, there are still so many dishes, Jingxing, you can eat too."

"Hey, good, mom, try this."

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Huan Song nightclub.

The two-story antique building hidden in the downtown area, with green tiles and cornices, is magnificent. The walls are decorated with colorful lights and neon flashes, which almost illuminate the whole street.

The signboards were all carved in pear wood, hanging high above the head of the room.

A few handsome young men in suits and leather shoes stood at the door, and when they saw a car coming, they immediately opened the door for someone, bowed slightly to greet the person in.

Song Yuhang stood across the road, finished smoking a cigarette, stepped on the cigarette **** and walked over.

As expected, he was stopped.

"Hello, madam, please show me your membership card."

The young man in a suit and leather shoes said slightly alienatedly.

Song Yuhang: "Do you still need a membership card for listening to songs?"

"Yes, this club adopts a membership system, and you can only enter if you apply for a card first."

It seems that Feng Jianguo is right. This place only serves regular customers.

Song Yuhang raised his head and glanced at the magnificent sign: "How much money can I get in?"

The young man looked at her and saw that she was wearing ordinary clothes, and there was no expensive jewelry on her body. Even because of her messy hair, her jacket was worn open, and the laces of combat boots were also loosened, and two "Luo Tuo" were written down all over his body. word.

At first glance, it was a poor ghost, and a trace of contempt appeared in the eyes of the young man.

"One hundred thousand first apply for a card, and there is a minimum consumption when you enter."

Song Yuhang thought it would be 5,000 if he died, but who would have thrown out an astronomical figure.

Is this a **** entertainment club or a black shop?

With her hand in her pocket, she touched the police officer's card, and then let it go.

Forget it, you can't be stunned.

"I'll just go in and find someone who shouldn't need so much money."

She was meant to be a temptation, who knew that the other party heard her say that she was looking for someone, and suddenly became vigilant.

The young man glanced over, and several other bodyguards at the door surrounded her without a trace.

"If you don't consume it, sorry, please go back."

Song Yuhang walked back angrily, the young men dispersed, she glanced back, suddenly turned around, shoved the man who was talking to her, raised her foot and rushed straight in.

Before he reached the threshold, his fists were hard to beat four hands, and he was beaten and thrown out.

Song Yuhang lay on the street, passing cars whistling. She limped and got up with her shoulders covered. When she walked across the road, she saw a convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes and liquor.

Cigarette is the Marlboro that Lin hates to smoke.

Song Yuhang's eyes were red with trembling, and he could feel a touch of warmth when he tasted her.

She walked along the root of the wall, crying as she walked, and quickly touched the back door of the nightclub.

There were still a few people guarding, looking at her with an unkind expression.

She took a sip of white wine, wiped her lips, and then fell back to touch the wall, wondering if she could turn it over.

The policeman on the roadside patrol car looked at her, and the police lights flashed.

Song Yuhang smirked at the corner of his lips, let go of his hand from the wall, and stumbled forward with a wine bottle.

The police car followed her for several hundred meters, and then left after seeing nothing unusual.

With a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine, she walked forward in a muddle-headed manner, and unconsciously came to the gym where she used to boxing.

It was past the off-duty time, there were no people on weekday nights, and only a dim wall lamp was on in the venue.

Song Yuhang climbed onto the ring and stumbled over. The white wine spilled all over her. She didn't care. After drinking the rest of the bottle in two or three sips, she threw the bottle down the ground.

There was only the dangling sandbag in her eyes. She got up, grabbed her fist, and rushed forward, hitting and kicking, and let out an angry roar from deep in her throat.

The sandbag dangled, and bounced back tirelessly under heavy punches.

Song Yuhang was also tirelessly venting his pain with punch after punch.

Alcohol made her almost crazy.

The sweat soon wetted the clothes, and the black hair was wet on his forehead, dripping with water.

She smashed her fist, her arm trembling slightly, and the drops of water on the sandbag followed.

Song Yuhang panted heavily, buried his head, and smashed his tears on the floor one by one.

Her fist was pressed against the sandbag and there was nothing but her heavy gasps and sobbing in the empty stadium.

"Over the years, you are the only friend she brought to us and acquiesced in."

"Miss told me a long time ago that she liked someone, a woman named Song Yuhang."

"She said that the purpose of her life is only for revenge, and she doesn't know how long she will live, so she dare not be moved."

"Jiangcheng City People's Procuratorate, seized property under the name of the late forensic doctor Lin Wei of the Municipal Public Security Bureau according to law..."

"This is the relic of the young lady.

"Team Song, the sorrows have changed."

...

She remembered what Feng Jianguo said to her last.

"After you drove the car into the sea, Lin Fan jumped down, and we...we couldn't stop her."

"She actually was in very bad condition when she came up from the bottom of the sea. You know... She cannot be injured because of her illness. Before the ambulance came, she insisted on doing effective CPR for you for half an hour. "

Feng Jianguo recalled that scene, his eyes were still slightly wet.

Lin Yan did it, and as soon as his arm strained, the injury on his shoulder began to bleed.

In the cold winter of Shuojiu, she knelt on the icy and humid beach, shivering by the cold wind, and her lips were blue.

Later, when the emergency doctor came, they realized that she had lost too much blood at that time, not entirely because of the cold.

"She didn't want to hand you over to others, until she saw your chest rise and fall, and felt your carotid artery pulsate, she gave you to the doctor who came after."

"She herself... couldn't stand up again."

The person in the dark stood against the wall and saw her punching the sandbag through the gap in the door. Finally, the whole person knelt down, hugging the sandbag and crying.

Her heart died along with her, she had to use all her strength to clenched her fists, her nails were sunken into the flesh, her lower lip was bitten, and the tip of her tongue tasted a **** smell before she could barely restrain her thoughts. The urge to rush in and hug her.

It's not that when there is no life and death, she has never seen her cry so heartbreaking.

In her impression, Song Yuhang has always been restrained, calm, sensible, and a little bit of indulgence was left for the skin blind date.

Song Yuhang has a cruel temper, and he always rubs her into his bones, but as long as she shows a little bit of weeping expression, the person will soften and coax her.

She rarely loses control completely, let alone her hysterical and embarrassed appearance.

The woman didn't dare to look any more, hurriedly turned away from her eyes, leaned against the wall, covered her lips and burst into tears, crying and laughing.

She bent down, not letting herself cry.

Unexpectedly, the movement inside stopped.

Song Yuhang's voice: "Lin Wei, is that you?!"

Before she opened the door, the woman ran away.

When she stumbled and rushed out, there was no one outside the door.

She was spinning around the place like a trapped beast.

"Lin Wei, you come out! I just...just...just now I clearly heard your voice...it's you...it's you crying, right?"

No one answered her in the empty stadium.

Song Yuhang gritted his teeth and ran to the street, the traffic lights were flashing, there were heavy traffic and pedestrians.

She broke the shoulders of the girl in front of her: "Lin--"

"What are you doing?! Insane?!"

"Sorry, I confessed to the wrong person."

She saw someone wearing the same dress as her, and patted the other person on the shoulder excitedly.

"Lin Wei!"

Provoked the other boyfriend's anger and glared: "What are you doing?! Looking for a fight?"

"Sorry for admitting wrong."

She ran across the long street, turned the flyover, crossed the zebra crossing, and walked onto the sidewalk. She met many "Lin Ning", but they were not the one she was looking for.

Song Yuhang smiled when someone else’s boyfriend hit the ground again, and tears rolled down.

She got up, her clothes were torn, and her face was disgraced, and she walked forward indifferently under the gaze of passers-by.

This time she never harassed anyone.

She didn't know where to go, and didn't want to just go home like this to make her mother worry, and a bus stopped in front of her as she walked.

The terminal is-Qingshan Villas.

In a daze, she voted for the money and climbed up to find a seat to sit down.

There was no one on the last bus to the suburbs late at night.

The driver stopped the car at the terminal and kindly reminded her: "Miss, could it be the opposite? There is no car at this point. I'll go back again. Or else--"

Song Yuhang rejected his kindness: "No, thank you, my home is here."

As she said, she jumped out of the car and walked up the long mountain road, hoping to turn the intersection ahead and see the lights in the villa.

She was full of hope, but she failed in the end.

Song Yuhang squatted down on the side of the road, looking at the dark room on the opposite side, took out the crumpled cigarette case from his pocket and smoothed it out, took a lady's cigarette out and slapped it on his lips, and slapped it to light it. Lighter.

In the smoke, the street lights cast a warm light, and April mosquitoes flew around her.

She just squatted and smoked all night.

What Song Yuhang didn't know was that in the car parked not far away, someone looked at her silently for the whole night.

Until the white fish belly appeared in the east, a cigarette **** fell on Song Yuhang's feet.

The driver urged: "You should go now."

The woman came back to her senses: "Let's go."

She speaks very slowly and her voice is obscure.

She couldn't help looking back when the car started, looking at her messy eyebrows, red eyes, hands holding cigarettes, dark hair, everything she has. Until it turns into a small spot and can't be seen again.

In this process, her heart was gradually divided, and the part that belonged to the past was completely concluded as it moved further and further away from her.

The woman raised her head, tears slowly rolled down.

There is no such thing as boring.

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Three days later, the border.

A jeep shuttled through the jungle.

The Boundary River not far away was flowing slowly, making the sound of gurgling water.

It had just rained last night, the soil was soft, the jeep drove by, and the grass on the side of the road was splashed with mud.

The jeep turned a corner, and a woman rolled down from the car, crackling and crushing a large part of the bush.

The land here is low-lying, and the woman rolled to the side of the road, hit her head against the oil palm tree on the side of the road, and her body slipped. She seemed to be struggling to climb up, but after all she tore off a few withered vines and fell.

The sky turned around for a while, and she couldn't catch anything anymore, and fell head straight into the puddle next to the Jiehe River.

Ebb and flow.

Several fishing boats came over.

The kind-hearted villagers cast their nets but couldn't pull them. When they turned it over, they were shocked.

"Come on, there is someone here!"

Several people jumped into the shallow puddle and carried them aboard the boat.

"Girl, girl, wake up!"

The woman frowned, coughed a few times, choked water in her lungs, woke up slowly, her eyes were still alert.

"You... are you?"

"We are fishermen from a nearby fishing village."

Mandarin with a slight southern accent.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief: "Here?"

"It's in China, and after the river in front is a small fishing village."

Seeing this drowning woman with a blue nose and a swollen face, she also suffered a lot. Seeing that she was soaked and blood still on her body, several fishermen couldn't bear it, so they took a blanket and put it on her.

The woman sat up and thanked.

The boy who rescued her saw that her eyes were good-looking, and couldn't help but blush and say, "What's your name? Why did you show up here?"

The woman held the dirty electric kettle lid that the villager had handed over, took a sip of hot water, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

But she concealed it very well. At least when she raised her head to talk, she was a full-fledged woman who was sold by her husband to Southeast Asia and wanted to smuggle back by herself, but unfortunately fell into the water.

"My name is Pei Jin..."

She and the boy exchanged names.

The middle-aged man on the bow brace glanced back at her without a trace, and winked at the person next to him.

The man picked up the fishing net and got into the cabin.

A woman knows that people all over the world are looking for "Golden Pheasant", and she doesn't even need extra action. As long as the news is released, someone will naturally send it to the door.

The only thing she has to do now is to wait.

The woman put the lid of the electric kettle to the side and squinted comfortably to enjoy the sun.

It feels good to see the sun again.

If you are still present.

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"Lin Nian is really dead?!" the man asked hastily and straightforwardly.

Lin Youyuan was nestled in a wheelchair, skinny and empty in his blue and white gown.

He has an oxygen tube in his nose and a ventilator next to him. His voice is dull and heavy, and his breathing is as heavy as a bellows.

"died."

When he said these two words lightly, he began to cough and pant violently, and the infusion stand was crumbling.

The housekeeper patted him on the back quickly and put on the oxygen mask.

"Master, calm down, don't get excited."

The man took a step back and seemed unbelievable.

Lin Youyuan paused for a while, then raised his eyes to look at him.

"Didn't you...have...have already known it?"

Knowing is one thing, seeing with your own eyes is another.

Before he could answer, Lin Youyuan's lips twitched with a sarcasm: "Send off the guest."

"Please." Lin Youyuan's personal butler also maintained enough respect in front of him, bowed slightly and assumed a pleased posture.

The man glanced at him and strode away.

When he walked to the corridor, he asked: "What's the disease?"

Lin Youyuan didn't want to hide from him, otherwise people would not come in, so the butler lowered his head slightly and said in a bitter voice.

"Late lung cancer."

The man shook his body suddenly, as if he was quite old, his lips trembled.

"Don't send it away, go take care of your host."

at the same time.

Two secret letters were sent to Kuba and Wang Qiang at the same time.

"Jin Hong found it?!" The man sat up from the woman's arms, his lips still stained with grape skin.

The woman tried to wipe him off, but was flicked away.

"Specifically, what's the situation."

Cooper handed the note up.

The old man took a look and threw it aside.

"It's just a broker, it doesn't matter if you die."

Kuba hesitated for a while, but chose to speak bluntly.

"Although it is an ant, our goods are all from her. If we die, our sales will probably be cut by half, not to mention those beautiful women..."

The old man sneered, knocked the seeds, and fed a parrot on his shoulder.

"After all, it's a woman's business."

Kuba quickly took a step back, his palms folded to show his absolute loyalty.

"Don't dare..."

The old man knocked the seeds and looked straight ahead, with the parrot poking his head on his shoulder.

"I heard that Jiehe hasn't been peaceful lately. After disappearing for so long, I don't know..."

Kuba looked stunned: "I'm going to make arrangements."

The old man put the melon seeds on the plate: "What is Lin Ge doing recently?"

Cooper scratched his head, seemingly incomprehensible: "I haven't been out of the house much recently, and the person who sent it said he...he..."

"What is he?"

Kuba patted his forehead and remembered.

"If you don't drink tea or eat, I'm very sad!"

The old man paused the hand holding the teacup from the table and put it down straight, the tea lid overturned.

"idiot."

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"Brother Wang, what should I do?" The servant looked at his face carefully.

Before the singer could understand the whole story, she was dragged out.

Wang Qiang was wearing a black suit and vest, pacing back and forth in the room.

Pei Jinhong’s opponent yin and yang said strangely: "Jiehe has not been peaceful recently. On the day Hong Sister came back, there was an armed conflict. Who knows if it is a stubborn person? It's a coincidence."

These words are implying that Pei Jinhong is very likely to take refuge in the paper.

Wang Qiang stopped abruptly, a touch of cruelty on his face.

"I will pick her up personally. If she takes refuge in the paper, then..."

He raised his hand and compared it with a gesture of killing.