First-Class Lawyer

Gu Yan didn't come alone, there were a few men and women who were around his age with him, roughly counting, there were about seven or eight people.

Yan Suizhi was not unfamiliar with those faces, they were even very familiar, they were all his former students.Three of them followed him directly like Gu Yan, and the others were taken by Yan Suizhi for half a year because of some course research.

He didn't have much time to learn about the students' private affairs, but in his impression, this group of people should have a good personal relationship.

The reason why Yan Suizhi knew this was because some of the activists mentioned that they were at parties from time to time and would post some photos.In most of the party photos, there is Gu Yan.

Student Gu is always a unique scene in those noisy atmospheres, either sitting with a glass of wine and enjoying the dance of demons, or lowering his eyes to listen to the people chatting gaudyly.

Such an inactive stick was dragged by them every time, which showed that the relationship was very good.

Most of this group of people have kept in touch with Yan Suizhi after graduation, both in work and in life, and they always send him some greetings during the holidays.

There are only two exceptions.

One of them is Ke Jin, who was born in an orphanage. He works very hard and is extremely serious about life.Because his performance in all courses was outstanding at the beginning, Yan Suizhi was very happy to grant him various scholarships and grants when he was the dean, and occasionally gave him some academic and work reminders.

Ke Jin was very grateful and respected Yan Suizhi, so he kept in touch at first.Later, due to some accidents, he had a serious illness, and his mental state had problems again, so it was broken.

The other one is Gu Yan.

Unexpectedly, after a few years, Gu Yan would become the one with whom he was most closely connected. He could only say that the world is impermanent, especially hell.

The distance was not too close, Yan Suizhi couldn't see the expression on Gu Yan's face, but for some reason, he felt that the other party seemed to be more haunted than he was.

After a while, the group came closer.

"It's not a classmate, she looks like she just graduated." The young blond woman in the lead glanced at Locke and the others in surprise, and paused for two more seconds when her eyes fell on Yan Suizhi's face.

But she soon realized that it was inappropriate to stare at people like this, so she smiled at Yan Suizhi and said, "You...are also here to see the professor?"

The lady who spoke was named Laura Stephen. She was a very lively girl who loved to laugh. The last time Yan Sui saw her was a lawsuit two years ago. She was much more mature than when she was in school, but she still loved to laugh. .

But today in the cemetery, her smile was very shallow and fleeting, and it was obvious that it was just to express friendliness and kindness.

When she finished speaking, Gu Yan just walked up the last step.He stood still at the side, his gaze first fell on the tombstone, then on Yan Suizhi's face, and finally on his hand.

Yan Suizhi followed his gaze and looked down, only to find that the second idiot of Locke found that his hand was empty, and stuffed him with a resting flower.

Yan Suizhi: "..."

"Why did you give me another one?" Yan Suizhi tilted his head and asked Locke in a low voice.

Locke was very afraid of Gu Yan, so he didn't dare to speak. In order to avoid being caught by Gu Yan's peripheral vision, he even took a small step back quietly.

Yan Suizhi: "..." This is cowardly.

He raised his head and stared at Gu Yan with big eyes.For some reason, Gu Yan's face looked very, very... hard to describe.

"..."

The scene was very embarrassing.

Professor Yanda twisted the flower branch silently with his fingers, and then wanted to insert it on the tombstone next door.

Before the two of them spoke, the inexplicable atmosphere was already obvious.Everyone else sensed something strange, and looked at him suspiciously, and then at Gu Yan.

Gu Yan stared at Yan Suizhi for two seconds, then swiped his fingers at the smartphone to show the time: "At this point in time, you should be honestly looking at the file in the office."

Yan Suizhi said unhappily: "Yes, I think so too, but obviously something happened."

When he was talking, Locke desperately poked his back with his fingers under cover, as if trying to remind him not to talk to the teacher so bluntly.But the force almost poked a hole in Yan Suizhi's coat.

Anna and the others also looked at him with wide eyes, as if they were asking, "Don't you want to do it anymore?"

"Gu, do you know each other?" Everyone who was traveling with Gu Yan was stunned and asked one after another.

Gu Yan said lightly: "This is a new intern."

This time it's those people's turn to go to hell.

"Intern? You accepted it?!" Obviously, Gu Yan's friends all knew what kind of virtue he was, "You actually accepted an intern? Really?"

The eyes of those people were all focused on Yan Suizhi in an instant, and some of them wished to dig out their eyeballs and stick them to Yan Suizhi's place to study.

"Our school?"

"Excellent?"

"What amazing thing did you do?"

"Hiss, it looks a bit like—"

Gu Yan killed the curiosity of these friends at the budding stage in time: "Don't study it, it's nothing special. It was originally assigned to another lawyer. He couldn't handle the accident, so let me take care of it for the time being."

This reason was extremely plain, and it sounded much easier to accept than "Gu Yan took the initiative to accept interns".

His group of friends seemed to be sorry that they didn't hear any shocking answers, and they lost interest after saying "oh".

Only one person never spoke during this process.

He walked at the back, his face was pale and slightly sick, his eyes were very light, and his eyes seemed a little scattered wherever they fell, like another world separated from everyone.

Even so, you can still see a bit of handsomeness from his face. If he is in good spirits, he must be a young and promising gentleman.

In front of him, two classmates kept looking down at his footsteps, for fear that he would step on the wrong steps in a daze.

This is Ke Jin.

From what Yan Suizhi knew, this was probably the time when Ke Jin was in a better state of mind.

"So you are all interns at Southern Cross?" Laura asked again.

"Yes." Fei Lida nodded and said, "I'm going to do the initial assessment recently, and do a real simulation. I need to come here to find a gentleman to understand the situation of the case."

After saying this, a strange face in the crowd suddenly raised his hand and said, "Oh, you were arranged by Hobbs? Are you the one who called me just now?"

Locke poked his head out: "Mr. Zeng? I'm Mr. Hobbs' intern Locke. So the guest you said just now is..."

"Yes, that's right, it's us." Laura said, "The professor used to hold a birthday reception every winter, and this year's time is about the same. While a sick friend is in good condition, let's come and see the professor."

"Birthday?" Locke glanced at the date of birth on the tombstone, "Uh... isn't there still one month left?"

Gu Yan's friends looked at the tombstone after hearing the words, and said in silence for a moment, "Yes."

In the past, Yan Suizhi gave him too many things in order to prevent students or others from giving him birthday presents.So I never explicitly mentioned my birthday to the students.

He did hold a few small receptions between teachers and students, but each time the time was randomly chosen one month before the birthday, not the actual birthday.

So even his direct students don't know the exact date.

In this way, whenever someone is going to give him a birthday present, he can say "not yet" to decline the kindness.

Maybe these students didn't expect that the first time they knew the exact date of the professor's birthday was from the tombstone.

"However, we are used to the time at the end of November or the beginning of December. I believe the professor would be happy for us to come earlier." Laura smiled.

Locke and the others nodded, and hastily moved out of their way.

Laura and the others walked to the tombstone, each holding a small bouquet of white rest flowers in their hands, and the atmosphere became more and more mournful.Yan Suizhi's face became more and more paralyzed.

He walked aside silently, thinking that it was better to keep out of sight.After hearing too many eulogies, there is an illusion that the loess is buried in the face.

At this moment, Laura said in a low voice: "Gu, you really don't want to take flowers? A few branches are fine, it's better than empty hands."

Yan Suizhi turned his head and looked over, only to find that Gu Yan's hands were empty, not even a single flower.

"No need." Gu Yan's face was even more paralyzed than his.His whole person is "reluctance" in capital letters. It seems that even grave-sweeping is forced by friends, and he is not so happy.

Professor Yanda leaned on a cedar tree with his arms folded, watched Gu Yan reject Laura twice, and thought to himself, student Gu, I am still your direct professor, and you won’t even give me a flower when you die. I'm watching it all.

Maybe it was because his gaze was too powerful, when Gu Yan was about to reject the flowers that Laura gave him for the third time, he suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Suizhi, met his gaze, and then rejected His hand stopped.

For a moment, Barrister Gu seemed to be making a life-or-death decision.

It seemed that what Laura was holding was not a few white and pure resting flowers, but a fuse of explosives.

Yan Suizhi silently waited for his decision to decide whether to make a note of this student.

Just when Lawyer Gu was thinking about his life, someone suddenly called out in a low voice: "Ke Jin, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Suizhi heard the sound and looked over, only to see the rest flowers that Ke Jin was holding were scattered all over the ground. He squatted on the ground, first tapped his temple with his hands to say "headache", and then suddenly began to shake his head. Knocking on the tombstone, I huddled there and kept whispering: "I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not..."