Thunder can't catch fire

Before Zhou Yan made this phone call, the intensity of the battle between heaven and man was comparable to that of sparks hitting the earth. He felt uncomfortable, and Han Zheng felt distressed when he watched from the side.

Luo Yujing's incident caused a lot of trouble in the city. They knew it when they watched the news the next day. In the next few days, Zhou Yan followed the follow-up true and false news reports on the Internet, TV and newspapers every day. little girl.

That family has nothing to do with him at all, and Jiang Xue may never even consider him a family, but there are always two people in there who share similar blood with him.If Luo Jinchen is alive, he must be worried to death.

Blood is thicker than water, he is not a heartless person.

On the contrary, Han Zheng sometimes feels that Zhou Yan is too affectionate, his heart is made of cotton, but he will never learn to hide a needle in the cotton.After that incident that year, he never regretted going to jail, but he still felt guilty when facing Jiang Xue; just like Luo Yujing is actually a stranger to him now, and the Luo family doesn't need his poor consolation, he still endures. I couldn't stop worrying, couldn't sleep all night, and turned back and forth.

In the end, Han Zheng couldn't stand it any longer. He turned on the light at two o'clock in the morning, sat up and looked him in the eyes, and said seriously, "You can call tomorrow and ask."

Zhou Yan and him looked at each other in silence for a while, then lowered their eyes: "I can't help you much."

"That's better than being anxious here." Han Zheng sighed in his heart, reached out and stroked Zhou Yan's messy hair, "Before Luo Yujing is found, you will be so anxious that you will fall ill first." .”

Luo Jinfeng no longer had the extra thought to think about Zhou Yan's intention for making this call. He simply finished the progress of the matter in a few words, and then Zhou Yan asked hesitantly: "Your mother... is she okay?"

"Not very good." Luo Jinfeng's low tone made people feel desolate for no reason. He covered his face with his hands and said in a low voice, "Mom has lost her mind. She doesn't want to get Jingjing back now. She hopes that Jingjing will never die." came back."

When Luo Jinchen passed away, Jiang Xue sent white-haired people to black-haired people, and she was half broken. This time, Luo Yujing happened again for no reason. Zhou Yan was afraid that Jiang Xue would not be able to hold on.

He called her "Auntie", Jiang Xue never really liked him in her heart, and later she spent her life remembering him, but after all, she kept her usual demeanor and a worthless conscience, never He was never abused, nor was he forced to death.Even though Zhou Yan sent Luo Jinchen to the west with the rat poison at that time, she was so angry that she wanted to kill him and said all kinds of ugly things, but in the end she didn't hit hard.

Zhou Yan knew in his heart that Jiang Xue didn't know whether it was for the face of her dead husband, or because of the little affection she had under the same roof in the past few years, and finally kept it, otherwise he wouldn't have been sentenced to only four years.

People's hearts are complicated.Or maybe even Jiang Xue herself didn't understand what she was obsessed with from the beginning to the end.

Despite all kinds of reluctance in his heart, Han Zheng went to Luo's house with Zhou Yan.Zhou Yan was very grateful, and even said "thank you" to him politely. Han Zheng heard it, and somehow felt a little sad and desolate.

Jiang Xue was lying in her room, closing the door behind her.People came to the house from time to time, but she didn't see them at all, so naturally she didn't know Zhou Yan's arrival.

Luo Jinfeng seemed to have aged suddenly overnight, and there were a few inconspicuous wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.It wasn't until Liangliang's crying came from the room that Zhou Yan suddenly realized that the haggard and slovenly man in front of him was already a father.

When they were teenagers, they also had a period of wanton youthful time. At that time, the air was so clean, the sky was always clear blue, and the sun was always bright. The unsmiling Luo Jinfeng had some unusual hobbies, happy Sometimes, when Jiang Xue was not at home to make potato pancakes, he, Luo Jinchen, and Luo Yujing would huddle at the door of the kitchen, waiting for the delicious, fried golden pancakes to come out of the pan, scrambling to taste the first bite.

Occasionally, when Jiang Xue discovered it, Luo Jinfeng would always scold him, such as "boys think about these kitchen things all day long", "there is no future if their thoughts are not on the right track"... Luo Jinfeng always listened with his head down in frustration, The three of them curled their mouths and snickered like nothing happened.

Zhou Yan felt a little blocked, and asked him in a hoarse voice, "Have you eaten yet?"

He shook his head: "No appetite."

"You have to hold on at home. Your body is important."

When did it start, the boy who was always silent started to become the pillar of the family.Zhou Yan felt in a daze that the years he had been away from this family were like years submerged in a long river of time. When he turned around suddenly, he realized that things were different.

When Zhou Yan walked into the kitchen, Xiaojuan was absent-mindedly slicing potatoes. He smiled at him and asked, "Are there any eggs, flour, and a rolling pin?"

Xiaojuan froze for a moment, then nodded blankly.

Han Zheng stayed in the living room for a while with the restless Luo Jinfeng.They had quarreled and fought before, and now sitting next to each other, Han Zheng inevitably felt a little embarrassed, while Luo Jinfeng, who was distracted, was obviously not in the mood to think about these things.

Zhou Yan didn't know what to do when he went to the kitchen. When Han Zheng stood up from the sofa, Xiaojuan just came out of the kitchen.

She looked at the listless Luo Jinfeng, then at Han Zheng, and said to him in a low voice, "That... Mr. Zhou

Let you go in and help. "

Zhou Yan was about to make potato cakes, and there were three small potatoes that had been peeled in the transparent round bowl at hand.Seeing Han Zheng coming in, he handed him the potatoes he was peeling and a knife, and went to make the dough by himself.

Zhou Yan made potato pancakes very professionally. After pinching twenty or so pancakes the size of a baby's palm, he carefully put them into a frying pan with a spatula.

The skin of the potato cake touched the thin layer of oil on the bottom of the pot, making a "squeaky" sound, and after a while, the aroma of potatoes and eggs was released, Zhou Yan calmly turned the cakes one by one , and sprinkle with a little pepper.

Han Zheng watched from the side, and said with a smile, "I didn't even know you would do this."

"Ah...it's easy to make, but difficult to make it delicious." Zhou Yan shrugged, "I haven't done it for more than half a year, so I don't know if I can eat it."

The potato pancakes were golden on both sides, looking burnt on the outside and crispy on the inside, sprinkled with chili powder and pepper, and garnished with chives, it looked good.

There were four plates of finished potato cakes. Zhou Yan turned off the fire, picked one up with chopsticks, blew on it, and put it to Han Zheng's mouth: "Taste it."

Han Zheng leaned forward and took a bite, chewed twice before swallowing.

Zhou Yan asked nervously, "How does it taste?"

Seeing his expression, Han Zheng wanted to laugh, patted his head, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's delicious. My wife is so virtuous."

Zhou Yan glared at him, and gave him a kick that was neither light nor heavy.

Zhou Yan was still tidying up in the kitchen, Han Zheng came out first, and brought two plates of steaming and fragrant potato cakes to the coffee table in front of the sofa. Luo Jinfeng recovered from his phone, looked up at the potato cakes, his eyes were a little dazed .

Han Zheng gave him the chopsticks: "Eat it, I've tasted it, and it tastes alright."

He didn't know the story of potato pancakes, and only regarded them as an ordinary food, so Luo Jinfeng's sudden red eyes made him stunned.

Luo Jinfeng's hands that took the chopsticks trembled a little. When he went to pick up the potato pancakes, his hands seemed to lose strength, and he couldn't do it after several attempts.In the end, he simply gave up, put down his chopsticks, and directly grabbed one with his hands, a little rudely. Before Han Zheng could remind him that it was hot, half of the cake had already disappeared in his mouth.

At this moment, the red circles of Luo Jinfeng's eyes had spread to the whole face, his expression was stiff and strange, his mouth stopped moving after chewing twice, his nose wings opened and closed slightly, as if he was desperately enduring something.

"Is it delicious?" Han Zheng asked.

Luo Jinfeng nodded, and answered vaguely with a trembling voice: "Delicious...delicious..."

Throughout the whole day, Jiang Xue stayed in her room, did not leave the door, did not enter the second door, Zhou Yan didn't know if she knew of her arrival, Xiaojuan went to deliver a meal, but was sent back , and then cooked another bowl of porridge, and it took a long time before she came out of Jiang Xue's room with an empty bowl.Luo Jinfeng looked at Xiaojuan with searching eyes, but Xiaojuan just shook her head and sighed.

In the evening, Han Zheng and Zhou Yan sat on the seats on the promenade in front of Luo's house, looking up at the colorful clouds in the sky.

The setting sun is independent of the complex world they live in, always so beautiful, no matter what happens, it is an eternal holy and brilliant existence.

Zhou Yan thought about it carefully, from the years he first came to this house to now, the night scene here seems to have never changed.

He stretched out his palm and waved it in front of his face—but he was changed.

"Brother Zheng, do you think Luo Yujing's matter... is serious?"

"I said that there are signs that she hurt others in self-defense." Han Zheng wanted to comfort Zhou Yan, but when he said it, he changed his tone inadvertently, "But since she escaped, the nature of this matter has changed. "

Zhou Yan's eyes dimmed instantly.

"Is she likely to go to jail?"

"Honestly, it's not ruled out. But it's too early to say."

Luo Yujing is often an unlikable girl, but she is Zhou Yan's sister after all. Zhou Yan never thought that one day she would walk into the cold iron fence like himself.

"She can't bear it." Zhou Yan turned his head, looked at Han Zheng's side face, and said lightly, "Even I almost couldn't bear it back then..."

He never shared with anyone what he saw and thought when he was in prison. It was a period of too dark and not good. Every day and everyone there did the same thing, and the life was boring and boring. A boring life, where the living people do not feel the passage of time at all, and there is a cold and lonely atmosphere around them.

There is no more terrible punishment than lifelong rape. Zhou Yan's four-year sentence is not a long time, but when he was most desperate, it wasn't that he didn't think about hitting his head to death.

Han Zheng held his hand.

"But you survived." Fortunately, you survived.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, and couldn't help but turned his head and kissed Zhou Yan's forehead. Zhou Yan suddenly "giggled" and the serious expression on his face eased a bit.

Zhou Yan said, "You are getting bolder and bolder."

He smiled: "I don't know what else to be afraid of."

So many things have happened during this period of time, but Zhou Yan is lucky enough to be by his side.

In a person's life, diligence and hard work should be done, but luck is an important part of it.

Han Zheng felt that all his luck was spent on his love with Zhou Yan.