What's in the depths II

Follow An Yan all the way, but inexplicably, follow him to a bar street.

At first, Yunqian thought he had misread, wiped his rain-soaked eyes, and then clearly saw that An Yan had indeed walked into a bar. The name of the bar was "miss", in English, "miss" "There are encounters and misses.

Rainwater trickled down her hair and across her chin.

Yunqian just felt that he couldn't move his whole body now, and the rain seemed to flow into his head along the hair follicles, making him dumbfounded, wanting to do something but didn't know what to do.

Outside that bar, there were rows of scantily clad street girls, no, it was really hard to tell whether they were men or women.

What should I do, should I go in and catch him and take him back by the ears, or...wait silently like this.

Just when Yunqian was at a loss, he didn't know that An Yan had already walked out from the back door of the bar.

And a place like a bar will never become my destination. It can only be said that Yunqian's anti-reconnaissance ability really needs to be improved, and the skill of pretending to sleep is also lacking. It's too fake, and others can see it at a glance .

Or maybe he underestimated himself too much.

An Yan smiled, opened the back door of the bar and walked out.

The rain was still falling, a little less than before, but perhaps because it was night, the muggy rain brought a little bit of coolness.

But now these are not important, what is important is the secret and the truth that I have been brooding on.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed the police station, and there was a weary voice from Xiaoma from the technical department: "Forensic An, I will investigate the person you mentioned for you."

"what's the situation."

"Xu Qiucheng, isn't it? She and the other two boys formed the Tanling Club two years ago, that is, when they were freshmen, they signed a contract with the live broadcast platform under TK Gun Flower Entertainment. This girl named Xu Qiucheng was in two Years ago, Yu Hemei underwent plastic surgery, it can be said that it was not only a plastic surgery, but also a new head, except for the ears, all of them were cut."

"In the customer information sent by the plastic surgery hospital, who is the payer?" An Yan tightened his hands holding the phone.

The pony on the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, and after a long time he asked softly, "Is this important?"

"Yes, very important."

The other end sighed softly: "The payer is the CFO of Gun Flower Entertainment, that is, your younger brother, Mr. An Chong."

Unexpectedly, An Yan suddenly smiled.

Sure enough, it was as expected.

An Yan firmly believes that from the time when An Chong found this girl named Xu Qiucheng to do the live broadcast, until he asked her to enter the green house to do the live broadcast, all the secrets are in this century-old haunted house.

Although it is often said that some things are happier if you don’t know them, he doesn’t want to live in a seemingly beautiful ivory tower for the rest of his life. If he lives and chooses this profession, then he will no longer be afraid of revealing the mystery. The bloody reality at the time of opening.

What's more, once the reality is dug out from the ground and thrown naked in front of everyone's eyes, then he will lose all qualifications, whether it is the qualification to be loved or to love others.

He picked up his phone, found out Yunqian's contact information, typed three words and sent it.

Very simple, but also very heavy three words.

"I love you."

Perhaps in the eyes of everyone, An Yan is a person who is not good at expressing his emotions. He would rather hide all his emotions deep in his heart than write them on his face, because he is afraid that if he slacks off in the slightest, it will create a terrible feeling for others. Take the opportunity.

When Yunqian was standing at the door of the bar and was heartbroken, he inexplicably received a text message from An Yan.

Three short words that couldn't be shorter. I have been thinking about the three words I've been looking forward to hearing from him since a year ago, but seeing them at this moment, it's a little weird, even blinded. A terrible shadow.

He vaguely felt that something big was going to happen.

Thinking about it, he rushed into the bar, grabbed a waiter and asked where An Yan was in his plastic English. The waiter was so confused that he even took out a foreign language translator to understand. What the hell is he talking about.

He told Yunqian that the handsome foreigner came in and then went out through the back door, and he didn't know where he went.

Yunqian squeezed out of the singing and dancing crowd before even saying thank you, and went straight to the back door.

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The green house shrouded in the night is even more sinister. The old green is like a piece of green agate shining in the rain, breaking through the last line of defense in people's hearts bit by bit.

An Yan took off the hood behind the raincoat and let the heavy rain drenched him.

Water-stained wellies left dirty puddles on the wooden floor.

The room is quiet, even the thunder outside has been weakened a lot, only the old clock is still tenaciously guarding its work position, the hour hand is moving forward slowly and bluntly, telling the time Take it away bit by bit, rushing towards the unreachable and confused future——

He heard footsteps, the kind of gentle, even gentle footsteps.

The dark night hid his reddish eye sockets, and also hid the tears that were about to burst out.

He squatted down and touched the wooden floor in the direction of the source of the sound. Then, he heard a singing voice, a woman's singing, long and melodious, as if it was far away in the sky, but also close at hand:

"When the sky no longer bears the weight of rain;"

"You hurnthemelody but always lingering ear;"

"I don't have to be afraid of you;"

"ForIhaveinmyhearttherefugeyouhavebui<"

This song that accompanied me to sleep since I was a child, the familiar melody that I can no longer be familiar with, and the voice that has accompanied me for countless nights to drive away fear, everything is too familiar, but after so many years, I still feel a little strange.

An Yan took a deep breath, raised his hand and slowly pressed down on the wooden floor where the singing sound came from underneath, and then lifted the floor with all his strength.

Below is a surprisingly warm light, orange and clean.

A wooden staircase led directly to the ground along this big hole, and even for a moment, he smelled a familiar fragrance.

Slowly descending the wooden stairs, unexpectedly, it turns out that there is another world under this gloomy house.

In addition to the warm desk lamp, the clean and warm wooden tables and chairs, the soft and fragrant bed, and the thin woman who is sitting in front of the dressing table combing her long hair.

The woman seemed to sense something was wrong, and the singing stopped abruptly.

She stood up suddenly and looked at the person in panic, her beautiful almond eyes were full of fear.

Almost instantly, tears fell silently.

An Yan never thought that 20 years later, he would be able to see this woman again. All the words he wanted to say, all the sorrows he wanted to confide in, would be transformed into a single word in an instant, a word that he never had since he was seven years old Words spoken:

"mom……"

He was like the little boy when he was seven years old. After being injured, he yelled at his mother, and childishly opened his arms, waiting for his mother's comforting response.

The woman's eyes widened slowly, and her skinny hands tightly grasped her skirt. She was even a little dazed, and couldn't believe what happened in front of her eyes.

Is it real, or is it just a dream.

"Yanyan?" She cautiously asked in a low voice in a tentative tone.

Because after 20 years, the changes have been too great. When I left, he was only seven years old, only 1.5 meters tall, and his face was still round and fleshy. The memory of him seemed to have stopped there. one year.

Is this tall and resolute man in front of him really Xiao Douding who ran to his room at night to tell stories?

As for An Yan, she is really no longer young. The fine lines around her eyes reveal the traces of years of baptism. Living in this environment for more than 20 years has made her look a little old.

Tears kept swirling in her eyes, the woman bit her lower lip hard, her brows were tightly furrowed, and painful thoughts overwhelmed her, even making her unable to move.

An Yan walked over and hugged her gently.

Her thin body doesn't even feel solid when held in her arms, and she has long since lost the charming demeanor of the past. Now she is no different from the old ladies seen everywhere on the street, but holding him, An Yan still feels, The big empty hole in my heart was finally filled——

No matter you are old, ugly, disabled, no matter what you are, as long as you are you, I am willing, very willing, to accept you for no reason.

How lucky that I didn't lose you—

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20 years ago--

"Okay, take it away, I'll go to the police station to cancel my account now." An Jiadong said coldly to the bodyguard behind him after smoking his last cigarette.

The bodyguard glanced at the dying woman lying in a pool of blood, and felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly by something, which was painful.

He walked to the bed, gently picked up the woman, and held her tightly in his arms. Looking at the water in her eyes, he had no choice but to say: "I'm sorry, ma'am."

The young master in the hall was still crying, crying "Mom, don't die" heart-piercingly.

The woman was wearing a white dress, blood stained a large part of her chest, her slightly curly long hair was pouring down, and there were still wet tears on her pale face. Her bony hand grasped the bodyguard's sleeve weakly, Her paper-like lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

The bodyguard hurriedly carried the woman into the car. From the rearview mirror, he saw the young master who was still chasing the car, and his heart was filled with bitterness.

He knew that he could not interfere with the grievances of the wealthy family. He was just a personal bodyguard of An's family, and his words had no weight. All he could do was to obediently obey the orders of his employer, that's all.

The woman's breathing became weaker and weaker. She had lost all her strength and could only lie in the car panting for air.

The car drove straight out of the villa and headed for the crematorium more than ten kilometers away.

Looking through the rearview mirror, the bright red instantly hurt his eyes.

The bodyguard doesn't understand why there are always some people who don't know how to cherish, and others who are looking forward to it carefully, but in his eyes, they are as worthless as grass.

"Ah Liang..." A call came from the back seat of the car.

The bodyguard's heart tightened, and he immediately stopped the car on the side of the road.

"Ah Liang... Please, please help me..." The woman pressed her wound, and it was very difficult for her to speak even after inhaling too much poisonous gas.

A Liang clenched the steering wheel, clenched his teeth, and his cheeks bulged.

Why didn't he want to save her? How could he have the heart to watch her being persecuted to death by others.

He has never dared to say it, since he first came to this house to work as An Jiadong's personal bodyguard, he noticed this woman at the first sight.

She has a very cute name, Lan Feifei, which is easily reminiscent of the blue iris blooming in the deep mountains. She was only 24 years old at that time, just the same age as flowers, and her gestures revealed the simplicity of ignorance of the world Feeling, yes, a sweet girl like this who grew up in a honey pot should have this kind of attitude.

For Lan Feifei, he is envious and envious.

He knew very well that he was just a lowly personal bodyguard, but Lan Feifei was the admiration of the rich and powerful Bai Fumei, which was an unattainable dream no matter how hard he tried.

In this way, a big dream spanned eight years, until she had her own child, until An Jiadong got tired of her and had a new love outside, and until the Lan family fell overnight due to tax issues, and this house was used as a dowry for women. The small villa has also changed from a sweet haven to a dilapidated cage.

A Liang also knew that since An Jiadong took over the company with full power, it became his own world, and he no longer had to love Lan Feifei falsely for the sake of his father-in-law, he was relieved.

He wanted Lan Feifei to disappear completely from this world, all he needed was to hook his fingers.

"Madam, give up. Do you know the consequences of going against Mr. An?" When A Liang said this, he was not only heartbroken, but more of a tortured conscience.

Lan Feifei bit her lower lip: "But... But, my son hasn't grown up yet, he's too young, he can't live without his mother..."

"I know it all." Ah Liang sniffed, "But even if I save you, Mr. An will not let it go easily. Your future will only be lived in endless torture and fear."

"I won't bother him, and I won't appear in his sight again. I just hope that I can watch my son grow up healthy, really."

At this moment, it was not only a woman asking him for help to save her life, but also a child who couldn't let go, an unfortunate mother who couldn't let go of her son.

Ah Liang was silent, and suddenly remembered that the young master was crying and chasing the car all the way, even though his body was covered with bruises, he still stood up stubbornly and continued to run forward with scars.

A Liang gritted his teeth, took off his suit jacket, tore his shirt into several pieces, got into the back seat and helped the woman up:

"Madam, I will help you stop the bleeding now, and I will take you to a friend's clinic for treatment in a while, but the promise you just made must be fulfilled, otherwise, no one will be able to save you..."

Lan Feifei tried her best to pull out a wry smile: "Thank you, Ah Liang..."

At that time, everyone thought that Lan Feifei was really dead, even An Yan was no exception, but they didn't know that she changed her name and surname, and lived in a corner of the world with another identity, waiting, waiting Looking forward to the day when I meet him again...

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"Then, are you living with Uncle Yuan now?" An Yan asked softly, looking at the men's slippers beside the bed.

Lan Feifei held An Yan's hand: "Don't blame him, this is the only way out, otherwise it would be very difficult for me to survive here."

An Yan just laughed and didn't speak.

"Is the family okay now? I heard that your father remarried later?"

What remarrying is nothing more than planning for this woman long ago.

"That's it." An Yan didn't seem to want to talk too much.

"And you, how did you find this place? Did Uncle Yuan contact you privately?"

After thinking about it again and again, An Yan really couldn't tell the truth that he was here to investigate the case. He knew that the deaths of those three people had an inescapable relationship with his mother, or maybe with Uncle Yuan. Well, he didn't want to spoil this short-lived peace.

"I found out by accident." An Yan cast a sloppy eye.

Lan Feifei became nervous in an instant: "Then, your father wouldn't know about it, would he?"

Does he know?An Yan didn't know, but what was certain was that An Chong knew about it a long time ago, and he tried his best to plan such an event, nothing more than letting the two of them disappear forever by the hands of the police without blood on their hands.

"Don't worry, no one knows except me." An Yan comforted with a gentle smile.

"So how are you doing now, what job do you do, are you married?"

Thinking of Comrade Xiaoyun who was full of sorrow and anger and scolded him for being unscrupulous, An Yan couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth: "I'm not married, but I have someone I like."

As soon as Lan Feifei heard it, she started gossiping like a little girl: "Which family's girl, is she pretty? If she doesn't dislike her, let's bring her over to see her sometime."

An Yan still smiled: "It's not a girl, it's a young man."

Lan Feifei blinked puzzledly: "Young man?"

Just as he was talking, frizzy footsteps sounded above his head, disorderly, and it sounded that the owner of the footsteps was very anxious.

"Yes, it's a boy, and, here he is—"

After An Yan finished speaking, Lan Feifei followed his gaze, and then saw a drenched boy holding an umbrella as a weapon, looking vigilant, climbing down the wooden ladder like a thief .

Then there was an awkward eye contact.

When Yunqian saw the woman next to An Yan, several big question marks came down.

Familiar, really familiar.

Thinking about it carefully, he opened his mouth wide in shock, almost swallowing a watermelon.

This is myself, what the hell? !