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But he was alert, and Yan Li couldn't catch him every time. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer. He found a few people, put a sack on him when he was out of school, and dragged him to a garbage alley at the back gate of the park. Picked up a stick on the road to hit his leg.

Yan Zheng was knocked on his knee by the hard sole of his shoe, and he didn't beg for mercy. He just resisted to refuse to admit it, and deliberately provoked him with words. Damn, don't dream, I won't give you that bitch's thing for wiping shit!"

Yan Zheng's legs hurt like heartache, and his mind was already a little unclear, but at that time, it suddenly became clear like a meteor passing through, and before he could reply to deceive him for more details about that thing, he heard an iron door rattling There was a clatter, and several uncles knocked on the iron sheet of the garbage truck and shouted loudly: "What's going on!"

"A few guys don't learn well, bullying people! Believe it or not, I'll arrest you!"

When the crowd dispersed, Yan Zheng refused the kind help from the elders. He stood up by himself on the wall of the garbage truck that smelled bad in the summer, and went in through the small door, walking all the way forward.

Probably because the bone was not injured, the first sharp pain passed, and the burning pain behind was not unbearable. Although there was blood oozing, it did not affect walking. Get rid of it.

He sat on the bench, from dusk to dusk, from the hustle and bustle of the crowd to the dispersal of the crowd, and finally made up his mind to climb up the rockery behind him by feeling the night, kneel on the hard and uneven stone, his forehead and back It's moist hot sweat, the noisy and monotonous sound of cicadas urging on the side of the ear, with eyes closed, it only takes a moment to knock it off.

Only the first time was the most painful, the pain drilled from the knee bone to the toes of the fingers, as if the whole body was broken, and again and again after that, the feeling of the skin and flesh bursting became more and more numb, and the spine was full of sweat, Yan Zheng endured it and endured it , but his throat couldn't help sobbing, tears flowed down his cheeks, mixed in the red bloodstains on the rough stones.

He lay on the stone, moved his body and rubbed it down little by little, and there were no moving figures around him, so he didn't care about anything, and cried wantonly at the top of his voice, crying until he was exhausted, crying until all the pain seemed to disappear and leave, Clutching his chest, panting and coughing, he stared blankly at a light in the distance.

"what happened to you?"

This was the first sentence Shi Fangman said to Yan Zheng.

What he only wanted at the time was to get hurt more seriously, and not let this matter be turned over as quickly as before, and the waves it aroused were only enough for him to recollect day and night, but later, that became the start of the whole plan.

Yan Li would put the things of the person he hated in a corner where he could not normally see them, and would stay away from the bloody balcony in his memory where the two women chose to jump off, and away from the bed where they usually rested and slept.

It wouldn't be the top either, it would make him feel condescending and contemptuous, it should be at the bottom or not far from the ground, because he hates that woman so much, and it would make him feel satisfied to step her on the bottom of his feet.

The light of the flashlight circled back to the room, Yan Zheng guessed what the other party was thinking, first gave up the balcony and the rest area, gave up climbing the tall chandeliers and bookcases, and chose to grope at the bottom of the bookshelf first, followed by the computer desk. Under the side storage cabinet.

He looked over the floor and carpet in the study, and sure enough, he found some letters, some of which were conversations with Yuan Xiang's shareholders, and some were internal business news, but there was nothing Yan Zheng asked for.

Then he went to the bathroom and the cloakroom, but found nothing. According to Yan Zheng's guess, only the reception room remained.If he still can't find it, then he can only come back the next night, and it will be a carpet search from top to bottom that cannot be missed. It will take longer and the possibility of being discovered will be greater.

At least at this time, Yan Zheng is unwilling to make Yan Xiaoyuan pay more attention to himself.

He pursed his lips, glanced at the time displayed on the watch, and silently accelerated the speed.

Due to its function, the living room is very simple.Two off-white sofas are placed diagonally opposite each other.The separate one is near the window, behind it is a top-mounted huanghuali wooden shelf, and in front of it is a whole white wall for projection; the other is facing the door, surrounded by several small sofas in a semicircle, with a carpet in the middle A huanghuali square tea table is placed on top, the tea set cabinet is near the corner, and floor-to-ceiling iron geometric table lamps are placed around the sofa on both sides.

At first glance, there is almost no place to hide things. Because of its functionality, the flow of people here is much closer than the other rooms. The sofa, table and chairs can be moved, and it seems that it is not suitable for storing anything.

Yan Zheng was not in a hurry, he walked around and was disappointed to find that there was nothing special, so he had to turn back to the door and start searching from the edge of the carpet at the entrance.

I flipped through it in less than thirty minutes, and it was close to five o'clock in the morning, and if I went later, I might run into early risers in the corridors and stairs.

He put away the flashlight, flipped his wrist, and the light from the flashlight hit the wall leaving a last circular spot, which went dark.

Yan Zheng stood firmly in place, and after a few seconds, there was an extremely slight "click".

He raised the flashlight, and the slightly shaking light approached the desk lamp.

This one is closer to the tea table, and it should be near the sofa where the guests are sitting. The whole is very modern. The wick is a round ball, [-] to [-] centimeters from the ground, and there are many iron pipes that are as thick as a finger. Curved into a strange geometric shape, it folds upwards from about sixty centimeters, wrapping around the topmost bulbous wick like a leaf around a flower bud.

Just now Yan Zheng only turned over the base and the wick, but when the light of the flashlight shone, the hideous shadow of the twisted iron pipe falling on the wall reminded him.

The fingertips slid from bottom to top along the cold and smooth iron pipe, and almost at the very beginning, there was a faint trace of bumps in the flesh.

When the light is aimed, it can be seen that there are rust red between the smooth surfaces, wrapped on the black iron pipe, brown joint marks as thick as fishing line.

The Yan family is a well-off and prosperous family in Murakami. After the family split, Yan Xiaoyuan packed his bags and came to this city. He went to school and got married. Accumulate the current family business.

His two brothers never came out of the village all their lives, guarding [-] to [-] acres of land, self-sufficient, and the original traditions of the family are well preserved. Until now, the naming still follows the original rules.

The male members of the Yan family are named according to the order of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness, gentleness, courtesy, thrift, loyalty, filial piety, bravery and honesty, and they need to avoid the predecessors. If the predecessors are still alive, they must use homonyms.

It was the turn of Yan Xiaoyuan's generation to be Zhong Xiaoyong. He was the second child. At that time, the old man was still there, so he avoided the word filial piety. Only he used Tongzi.

The same is true for the three of Yan Li. Before Yan Li was born, four of his cousins ​​took up the four characters of Gong Lian Ren Yi, and it was his turn to use the word Li.As for Yan Zheng, because the grandfather named "Zhi" was still alive at that time, Zheng was used instead.The five elements of Zhengzi are soil, and they are used in the name to mean integrity and seeking. Both in terms of syllables and meanings, they are considered Zhizi characters.

The Yan family chose their names in accordance with the rules passed down from generation to generation in the big family, and of course such a big event as the New Year is unambiguous.

Even if you are far away from the ancestral house, on the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, from where the first piece of red paper should be pasted in the morning, who should paste it, what kind of surface the paste should be used for pasting the red paper, and who should make it, there are all kinds of details. Yan Xiaoyuan instructed and arranged.Then there was another pile of paper money, and the elders were invited. After taking their seats, Yan Xiaoyuan personally asked for a copy of the genealogy, and hung it in the center of the north of the main hall.

In front of the genealogy, there is a complete mahogany round table, with eight plates and eight bowls and the last sorghum wine, and the paper money made by the juniors.At meal time, fill a glass of wine and burn three sticks of incense. One person will step forward and kowtow three times in front of the genealogy, expressing respect for the ancestors and praying for their protection for future generations.

This kowtowing person has never changed over the years.So much so that when he was not there, at this point, there was only light smoke curling from the sandalwood, and a small piece of ashes were burnt and fell into the niche, but no one stepped forward.

Yan Xiaoyuan turned around, raised his palm slowly, and coughed.

"come here."

His name was Yan Zheng, and Song Lijing moved out of the way with the child in her arms, letting Yan Zheng pass by.

The tall and handsome young man was wearing an ocher red double-breasted long coat. He walked forward slowly and steadily. His over-long black hair was combed up, revealing a smooth and full forehead. He had a solemn expression and clear eyes. , leaning on the soft futon and knelt down on both knees, knocking his head down and hitting the ground with a loud sound.

Although it was the first time to do it, it was a far cry from the previous years when Yan Li acted foolishly, just coming and pretending to walk around the ceremony.

Yan Xiaoyuan's eyes were satisfied, and his stiff expression was relieved. He was in a good mood when he was eating and drinking tea later. He opened the genealogy tree rarely, and read the names of the ancestors densely packed on it, telling the stories about the ancestors that he had heard when he was a child. The story told to the younger generation.

The traditional vigil is to keep watch until dawn the next day, so at 11:30 in the evening, I cooked some dumplings for everyone to share. Song Lijing also asked someone to heat up a bowl of egg custard and fed it to Yan Xin with a small porcelain spoon. Down.

Yan Xin seldom went to bed so late, he was so sleepy, his mouth was open, he spit out a mouthful, and moaned indistinctly.

"elder brother……"

Song Lijing put down the spoon and pointed at Yan Zheng