filled

Laughing: "Xiao Xin probably dreamed about you."

Yan Zheng was originally sitting in a corner of the sofa, holding a book while eating and reading it. Hearing this, he raised his head from the book, swallowed the last dumpling in the bowl, walked over and reached out to hug it.Yan Xiaoyuan couldn't eat too much and was afraid of food accumulation, so he sat on a chair with Wenwan walnuts and squinted his eyes to listen to the sound on the TV.

The heating in the room was on high, and the air was filled with the rich and delicate aroma of sandalwood and the deliciousness exuded from the dumpling stuffing. The babbling opera sang Zhu Lou Yizhe in "Suo Lin Nang":

"This is also a lesson from God. He taught me to put away remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, and reform myself, change my love, stop falling in love with passing water, turn around in bitter seas, and realize Lanyin early..."

The atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful, but Yan Xin twisted his body in his brother's arms, blinked his bewildered eyes suddenly, pointed at him with his short arms, and let out a baby voice.

"no……"

"elder brother……"

"That's not it……"

He still can't speak long sentences, but a few words are easy to guess: not this brother.

The room fell silent as if frozen, Song Lijing tilted her head to peek at Yan Xiaoyuan's face, saw that his face was stretched loose, and some indiscernible expressions appeared on his old face, she picked up the remote control and turned off the TV , beckoning to Yan Xin with an old but sonorous voice.

"Xiao Yao, come here."

Yan Zheng hugged him and walked over. Yan Xin, who was so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep, was very soft. As soon as he let go, the child threw himself into his father's arms, squinting his eyes and muttering.

"dad……"

"Well, Xiaoxin, be good."

Yan Zheng said softly, "Dad, what's going on with brother?"

"Sentence as you want."

"I figured it out. This time he was taught a lesson by God. After a bit of hard work, he can turn around and realize Lan Yin early..."

"Tomorrow is the first day of the new year. You tell Mr. Liu to go and see the boss in the detention center. There is no shortage of things that should be given."

"Isn't Dad going?"

"The old man of the Shi family passed away a few days ago. Once he died, the original relationship would have to be reorganized. Shi Hao is a powerful person. I went there on the first day of the Lunar New Year to show respect for him as the new head of the family."

The Shi family is considered the leader of the businessmen in this area, and their roots have been in this city for several generations. Because the Yan family came from outside decades ago, they have never been close to their family.It would be beneficial and not harmful to the Yan family if they could take advantage of the opportunity of newly changing their family members to draw in the relationship between the two families.

"I'll go see brother tomorrow."

Yan Xiaoyuan put his arms around Yan Xin's hand, but his eyes did not fall on Yan Zheng.

"Second, tell the truth, do you remember hating your brother?"

Yan Zheng pursed his lips, remained silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "After all, we are brothers of the same line, no amount of hatred can change it."

Yan Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled wryly: "If you say you don't hate me, I won't believe it. People's hearts have their own way, but no matter how disharmony you two are, no matter how far apart your hearts are, you are still brothers after all. If you can remember at all, I'm relieved."

"Go ahead."

Song Lijing watched him finish his sentence, and it was settled, so she opened her mouth and took out all the lanterns, put candles inside, and prepared a few rolls of small firecrackers and fireworks tubes to pile up at the gate.

The lights in Yan's house are brightly lit all night, implying that the lighting will be wasted and the wealth will be enriched in the coming year.At twelve o'clock sharp, everyone in the house gave out a red paper lantern and hung it at the door, indicating that it was booming. Small firecrackers were crackling, and colorful fireworks shot into the sky like shooting stars, exploding gorgeous petals, and the stars burst into flames. The dots are like falling snow, floating down melodiously.

Yan Zheng avoids other people, and quietly returns to his room. The clematis on the balcony is full of colored fireworks exploding in the sky, and the colorful flowers scattered among the rattan coils look like lotus blooms, and the fragrance is quiet and pleasant.

A pink and white utopia fell on the wicker chair.

Picking it up casually and holding it in his hand, he captured the gorgeous fireworks bursting from the night sky through the wall of flowers. Yan Zheng had gentle eyes, and smiled to the person on the other end of the phone: "Happy New Year."

"You too, happy new year."

"Have you thought about my last proposal?"

"I decided to give it a try."

"When?"

"After the new year, I plan to resign."

"If you want to leave, you have to say it in advance, otherwise you can't find anyone, and someone will worry."

"Well, I'll make it clear when the time comes."

Yan Zheng murmured softly: "Brother..."

"...I wish you a happy life in your new place."

"OK."

Shi Fangman's tone was relaxed, and his expectations for the future could be vaguely heard.

Yan Zheng held his mobile phone and looked at the fireworks outside the window, without saying a word.

The pink and white utopia is pinched between the fingers, twisted, shattered, and the wreckage falls under the feet, and it is crushed by one foot, and the flower juice flows horizontally.

21:13:39

Red Light (End of Part [-])

In the early morning of the first day of the new year, Yan Zheng followed the police to complete the visit procedures with a chill in his body. When he passed by the reception hall, several correctional police were presiding over the New Year's entertainment competition in the entire prison area. People who cheer.

Obviously, his eldest brother is not in such a group of people.

He was taken to a cubicle to wait. One policeman went to call someone, another explained the precautions to him, and finally said: "Comrade, the visiting time is up to one hour, please pay attention."

Yan Zheng nodded to him in thanks: "Don't worry, we won't take that long."

Drunk driving and drug driving, speeding on the highway, six months of detention for dangerous driving, and one year of compulsory drug rehabilitation.

This level of sentencing is legal and compliant, and Yan Xiaoyuan did what he said this time, and did not operate in private.

For at least a year and a half, Yan Li can only live in the detention center and drug rehabilitation center.

When Yan Li came out of the door, his clothes were clean and he looked good, but his hair was disheveled, he was yawning, his brows were tightly wrinkled, his eyes were narrowed, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Last night there was a lot of noise in the house, I said you can Can't you change my room?"

"Who's coming early in the morning? My dad?"

"Hold!"

The smile on Yan Zheng's face didn't even move at all, the corners of his lips curled up in a steady arc, his arms rested on the armrests of the soft chair, and he waved his hands easily.

"morning?"

His tone was cold, and it was full of sarcasm in Yan Li's ears, and he immediately turned back in frustration and shouted at the policeman who brought him over: "I don't see this person, I want to go back!"

"I don't want to see you either."

Yan Zheng's tone was cold, and he replied unceremoniously, Yan Li hurried forward, lowered his hands and patted the wooden table, with a crisp "bang".

"Then fuck you, go home!"

"Comrade, pay attention to your emotions!"

"Before I go back..."

Cut the iron tube of the desk lamp, and the hollow tube hides the rolled paper. The paper that has passed through the years is slightly yellowed, crumpled and full of creases, but the handwriting is clear and familiar.

It belonged to Yan Zheng's mother. It was a letter that had been dusty for many years, and it was an unfinished letter that could not be signed.That is, the contents of this letter answered some of Yan Zheng's questions, and to some extent confirmed Yan Zheng's speculation all along.

"...I want to know, why did you hide my mother's letter?"

"Hiding, is it because you feel guilty or because you are proud?"

Yan Li was stunned for a moment, then the expression on his face began to twist, and he shouted loudly: "Why the hell should I feel guilty? That bitch...she...she deserves it!"

"She wants to die herself, it's none of my business!"

"I have always been puzzled. My mother has a slight fear of heights. Even if she wants to die, she should not choose to jump. Instead, she likes swimming, the sea, and the flowing water. She has said many times that people should be in the water. Naked, come clean, and leave clean.”

"She wrote two suicide notes, the first one was discovered and released by the police, and she wanted to fight back with her own life, leaving in the same way by jumping off the balcony.

"Later, she changed her mind and wrote another letter. She left before finishing it, and you hid that letter."

Yan Li tremblingly withdrew his hand resting on the table, swinging it nervously in mid-air, he couldn't control his movements at all, his five fingers spread out, fingers grasping the air.

Yan Zheng stood up, raised his hand to grab his wrist, tightened his movements to stabilize Yan Li, stared at a pair of eyes that were dodging in panic, and landed every word.

"What did you do there that day?"

"She's a shameless bitch, damn her!"

"Fuck you..."

"I……"

"You killed her, didn't you?"

Out of the corner of Yan Zheng's eyes, he glanced at the policeman standing beside him. Although he was standing at attention with his hands behind his back, he looked serious and leaned forward, as if he was ready to go.

"I do not have!"

Yan Li roared out impatiently, trying to break free from Yan Zheng's control with both hands.

"I just said a few words, she jumped out of a guilty conscience, I can't catch it at all!!!"

As if the water that was about to boil had calmed down, Yan Zheng didn't know whether to be thankful or disappointed, he let go of Yan Li's wrist that was clenched so that there were clear finger marks, and sat back on his seat.

The police uniform approached, and said in a deep voice, "Two comrades, let's make things clear."

"Say a fart! That bitch's death is not a pity, what can I say!"

His voice has never been lowered since we met, like a lost dog who has no ability and only knows how to bark.

Yan Zheng lowered his head, raised his eyelids to look at him, and suddenly laughed, his voice resonating with his chest was magnetic and pleasant, the volume was not loud, and his tone was steady, just one word.

"roll!"

Go back to your house, whether you go to jail or quit drugs, wait until a year and a half later, when you come out, you will find that you are still a lost dog.

During the Chinese New Year, the business in the store was deserted. Changling did not come back from his hometown until the tenth day of the Lunar New Year. He slowly opened the shutter door and opened it.