When blood clan meets metaphysics

As the weather turned cooler, the nights began to grow longer, and it got dark around seven or eight o'clock. In the bedroom, Ye'an put the phone back on the table, and just finished the daily call with Xiao Wuxin.

Pushing open the window, a bright moon has hung in the dark night, looking at the night, the quiet night is leisurely and peaceful, Ye An's thoughts drift away unconsciously, recalling the bloody purgatory seen in those years, people Howling, shouting, struggling, such a peaceful era always has a sense of unreality.

A slight sound came from downstairs, Ye An moved his ears and returned to his thoughts. After seeing the person who made the sound clearly, he sighed.

Zhao Xiaoya, who was squatting in the grass of the flower bed and buried her head in digging, heard something behind her, she turned her head quickly, and saw that Ye An's vigilant expression relaxed, "Sir, you haven't rested yet?" I also heard it these days There are many things about Ye An, so the little girl followed the people in Ye Zhai to address Mr. Ye An.

"Well, what are you doing?"

Seeing that she was discovered, Zhao Xiaoya didn't hide it, and took out the things behind her. She held a plastic shovel in her right hand, which was very small for children, and there were cute cartoon patterns printed on the shovel. Holding a wilted bouquet in her hand.

"I've seen my mother do this before. My mother said that although these flowers are beautiful, it's not a reason for us to hurt them. She always said that it would be great if someone could save these dying flowers. I can't save them. I can only learn Mom buried them." Speaking of her mother, the little girl felt a little depressed, staring at the flowers in her hand with her head down.

Looking at the bunch of withered and withered flowers, Ye An was speechless for a moment. From ancient times to the present, people always describe beautiful women as flowers of various colors, pure as lilies, pure as narcissus, noble as peonies, etc. Ye An I don't know which one of these flowers is the lady who screamed for help silently.

"Your mother is a very gentle person." Ye An said.

Seeing Ye'an boasting about her mother, Zhao Xiaoya swept away her disappointment before, and nodded vigorously with bright eyes, "Yeah! My mother is very gentle, and she is so beautiful. No one else in our village is as beautiful as my mother!" The little girl's expression was one of pride.

Ye An smiled and nodded, he believed this, just by looking at this girl's unopened facial features, one could guess her mother's appearance, but sometimes being good-looking may not be a blessing, especially when you are unable to protect this girl. Ye An, who has experienced war-torn times, knows this better than anyone else when she is beautiful.

After Zhao Xiaoya had finished burying the flowers, Yean took her to sit on a wooden chair in front of the small building. She had dug the soil just now and rubbed her hands full of mud. The little girl was a little cautious, although she had lived here for a few days, But she and Ye'an didn't speak a few words at all, so she was a little nervous.

"I have notified the police about your matter a few days ago, and it probably won't take long for the results to come to fruition." Ye An said.

"The police!? What can those policemen do! They can't do anything!" Unexpectedly, when Yean called the police, Zhao Xiaoya jumped up from her chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Ye An stared at her deeply for a while, then sighed, and patted the wooden chair, "Come and sit down."

Knowing that her reaction was a bit extreme, Zhao Xiaoya sat down again with her lips tightly pursed, but she didn't say a word.

"Tell me, what's the situation?" Ye An asked.

Zhao Xiaoya stared at the ground and fell silent. She waited for a while before speaking, but instead of telling her own story, she asked an irrelevant question.

"Sir, why don't you say that rapists are not sentenced to death like murderers?"

Ye An was taken aback, she didn't expect a ten-year-old child to ask such a sensitive question, she was silent for a moment before she spoke, "There is a reason for the law to make such a judgment, isn't it?"

"But if the rapist could be sentenced to death, then my mother wouldn't have to suffer these crimes... Everyone says the law protects us, but why was that rapist released to continue hurting my mother!" When the little girl raised her head The eye circles were completely red, and the next sentence was almost shouted out of his throat.

An exquisite crescent moon hangs on the tip of the mountain, and a transparent gray cloud gently covers the moonlight. Ye'an looks up at the hazy moon and says softly: "I don't know what happened to you and your mother, but I think the law There is room for it.”

Before the little girl could refute, Ye An continued: "If rape and homicide are dealt with at the same time, do you think those people will still be alive after committing the crime?"

Zhao Xiaoya, who was weeping silently, was startled when she heard the words. She was not very old, but the experiences she had suffered in these years made her mature much earlier than children of the same age, and she instantly understood the meaning of Ye An's words.

If the crime of homicide and rape are both death sentences, will the offender break the can, because they are death sentences anyway, it is better to silence them directly, and reduce the risk of exposure!

"This era is very good, at least better than you imagined... Go to sleep, think about what you want to do in the future, and tell me the answer tomorrow."

After Zhao Xiaoya returned to the house, Yean sat outside alone for a while, and the transparent gray cloud drifted away, revealing an exquisite and bright crescent moon. No matter what era, light always alternates with darkness, such as Liangliang's mother and child, Another example is Zhao Xiaoya and her mother.

In the early morning of the second day, Ye'an opened the door and saw the little girl who had been squatting at the door for an unknown amount of time.

"Got an answer?"

Zhao Xiaoya nodded with firm eyes, "Well, think about it, my mother used to be a college student, so I want to be a college student too."

College students were rare in their remote village. Her father was envied by many people because he married a college student. Her mother said that girls must be educated, and only with education can they change their destiny. So even under such difficult conditions, my mother insisted on putting her under pressure to let her go to school for a few years, and she could not live up to her mother's expectations.

"Okay, have you figured out your new name?"

"New name?" Zhao Xiaoya tilted her head, obviously not understanding what this has to do with going to college.

"A new life, let's start with a new name. From today onwards, your surname is Ye."

Blinking, Zhao Xiaoya was stunned for a few seconds, and then looked at Ye An with surprise.

There is no need for Ye'an to worry about going through the relevant procedures. With Zhang Butler's ability to handle affairs, it will be done properly. Mr. Ye also knows about Zhao Xiaoya's change of surname.

The night house can be described as a typical case of yang and yin, the huge house doesn't even have a serious hostess, and even the hedgehogs and ghosts raised are male.

Grandpa Ye's wife left early, and even the grandson Ye Qing was gone without seeing anyone, but Ye Li's wife was still there, but the couple was in a political marriage at the time, and the couple had a big quarrel a few years after Ye Qing was born After a fight, the woman also had a bad temper. In a fit of anger, she threw a piece of divorce agreement to Yeli. After Yeli signed it, she flew abroad a few days later. In the second year, she found a foreigner with a big nose and got married in a flash. The children are now in junior high school.

A few days later, the adoption procedures were completed, and Zhao Xiaoya also had a new name, Yezhu. I can go to school next week.

This day, Ye'an sat down on the sofa and drank tea, while the evening news was broadcast on TV, when he suddenly heard a name, Ye'an turned his eyes away.

After reading the news clearly, Ye An raised his eyebrows, "I can bear it." He didn't expect that little ghost to wait so long before making a move.

Before the news was over, Ye'an's cell phone rang, it was Bai Fangchen.

"Ye'an, this is the method you taught Liangliang?!" A voice full of astonishment and disbelief came from the phone.

Yean took the phone away, and put it close to his ear after Bai Fangchen finished shouting, "Well, I taught you, that kid did a good job, isn't it great that he didn't kill anyone?

Hearing Ye An's disapproving tone, the corners of Bai Fangchen's mouth twitched, and when he glanced at the bloodstained lower body in the news, even with mosaics, Bai Fangchen couldn't help shivering, a man would rather die than encounter such a thing too!

"You teach a child less than ten years old...how to eunuch?" Opening his mouth, Bai Fangchen took a while to think of the right words.

"First of all, that brat is no longer a human being, and secondly, he deserves what he deserves." Ye An said after glancing at the person being carried into the ambulance.

Bai Fangchen over there was dumb, and what he said was correct... but the method was too extreme?Although Liangliang turned into a ghost, after all, he was still a child less than ten years old when he was alive. He was about to say something, so he just listened to Ye'an over there.

"When are you coming back?"

Pointing his finger on the back of the chair, he didn't want to wait any longer.