I have time

Yan Yu seemed to be possessed by Mrs. Xianglin, who had said the same words to different people countless times, humbly begging for even a tiny bit of hope.

Dong Qian really exploded after hearing this, "This matter must have something to do with that bastard Yin Xu! Xiaoyu, my sister will go back soon, and I will change the flight to tomorrow and the day after... Don't cry, don't be afraid Ah, wait for me to go back..."

Originally, after Dong Qian had finished her graduation work, she invited her classmate to go on an Amazon rainforest river cruise, but now that this happened, she was still lying. She wished she could teleport back to Meichuan in the next second and tie the two brothers surnamed Yin together. Tie a dead bow and throw it into the Mei River to feed the loach!

Yan Yu hung up the phone and lay down on the writing desk with wet tears on his pillow. He has been crying so much lately, as if he wanted to shed all the tears in his life ahead of time.

When he was in a car accident and could only lie motionless on the bed, he didn't seem to shed so many tears as he does now.

You can grit your teeth to hold back the pain in your body, but you can't bear the pain in your heart. Just touching it will tear you apart.

Would they let him live in an iron cage?

Feed him meals without oil, meat or seasoning?

Do you have to work non-stop every day, and if you can't complete the task, you have to close the small black room?

Will there be gangs of other prisoners bullying him, pouring dirty water on his quilt, and making him clean the toilet every day?

A guy with Yi Chengfeng's character will definitely not admit defeat, will he fight with others again?

And then locked up and injured?

……

Every time he thinks about these things carefully, a small saw will slowly pull at Yan Yu's heart, cutting his heart into a bloody mess, and the pain is so painful that he can't even speak.

It didn't take long for Lawyer Chen to give feedback on the situation. He communicated with Yi Chengfeng what Yan Yu told him, but the other party refused to admit it.

In his original words, Yan Yu had nothing to do with his beating this time. Whether Yan Yu's matter is true or not, it will never appear in any of his confessions. Even if he goes to court in the future, he will Same attitude!

"He told us not to waste time and energy on this kind of thing," said Lawyer Chen. "I think he wants to protect your privacy and your personal safety. After all, those gangsters are still hanging out. Usually you should Be more careful, including the victim's family."

"We don't know what the other party knows about this matter. Qian Gang is still awake, so he can't identify the murderer and state the case. Tan Helun has always claimed that he was mentally stimulated, affecting the college entrance examination and normal life..."

Dong Qian kept her word, and flew back to Meichuan from Australia two days later, but after she came back, she realized that she could do nothing more than Yan Yu except to vent her anger by cursing, so she had to do her best to accompany him every day.

"You have to eat and rest well, and don't let yourself fall ill, or Brother Feng will probably go crazy." Dong Qian sat at the dining table and peeled shrimp for him, "My dad doesn't like to make promises when things are uncertain. Don't worry, he won't ignore it, at least the Yin family won't make big waves with him..."

Yan Yu ate obediently, Dong Qian peeled one and dipped it in vinegar sauce and put it on his plate, he picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth, it didn't matter if it was sweet or bitter, he needed nourishment so he couldn't make trouble when he fell ill.

Because Lawyer Chen mentioned it to him last time, he told Yi Chengfeng about the situation Yan Yu provided to him. The answer at the time was that your friends were worried and cared about you, he seemed fine and he wanted to help you.

Yi Chengfeng also cares about him, so he wants him to be okay every time he hears about him, not bad, he can't worry about himself any more, especially when he can't do anything.

Yan Yu understands how exhausting this feeling of powerlessness is.

"vomit--"

Dong Qian threw down the half-peeled shrimp and rushed over to help Yan Yu back, "You you you...don't eat any more when you're full, you have to eat until you spit it out..."

It's like it's my fault again!

***

"Aunt Zhuang, you should chat with Xiaoyu," Dong Qian stood in the small living room on the second floor, and stopped Zhuang Meichan who was about to go back to the bedroom, "We are all outsiders, you are the person he is closest to and most wants to rely on— —”

Zhuang Meichan was silent for a while, her delicately made-up cheeks turned cold white, and she climbed up to the banyan plant by the window with distant eyes, "I'm not, he never took the initiative to talk to me about that, he knows I don't like Yi The child at home."

"Then do you remember that you are his mother?"

Dong Qian's tone was a little excited, showing her usual straightforwardness and aggressiveness, "I didn't have a mother since I was a child, and my father found many mothers for me, and none of them would really love me, because the blood on my body is not Their blood, they did not conceive me and give birth in October."

"Aunt Zhuang, what about you? Even you can't see how much he wants to get close to you and talk to you? Even if you ignore him, he still loves you the most. "

"I know why, I put my mother's picture under the pillow and take it out every night before going to bed. She hasn't fed me for a day, and hasn't given me a drop of milk, but I still want to love her and put all my thoughts on her. Tell her. I believe that if she is alive, she must be the one who loves me the most, and even if she dies, she will be the one who cares about me the most!"

"Because she's my mother—"

The moment Dong Qian turned around and slammed the door, Zhuang Meichan's frozen expression cracked a crack, and her thick eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Dong Qian heard footsteps knocking down the stairs through the door.

She leaned against the door and let out a breath. The bloody and brain-dead idol drama was finally worth chasing, and some lines were quite useful.

Raise your hand to make the sign of the cross, mom, I'm sorry, I know you love me and you won't blame me.

Yan Yu nestled in the room with his mobile phone in a daze. Lawyer Chen said that if the facts were clear and the evidence was conclusive, the investigation and evidence collection stage would soon be over and the prosecution would be handed over to the procuratorate. But after all, there is a victim who is quite unconscious, and the result is not expected to be ideal.

Everyone's hearts have been tortured several times, and the ups and downs are like a roller coaster.

At first, he was distressed that Yi Chengfeng might have to bear criminal responsibility, which would affect his college entrance examination and his future, but gradually he felt that those were not important, as long as he could be sentenced for a few years less with extenuating circumstances.

The attitude of the school is also very clear. Since Yi Chengfeng violated the law, the school decided to expel him from school, ruining his future is irreversible.

It's terrible, everything is so bad that there is no way to save it, like quicksand in the palm of your hand, the tighter you hold it, the faster it will pass away.

What else can I do?Who else can I turn to?

Yan Yu suddenly remembered that pale face that looked sickly, and that cautious statement, if there is anything I need to do, just ask.

Kang Jing, Uncle Kang!He opened the phone book and looked for the number that he never intended to use.

"Yan Yu? Hello—"

The voice from the receiver was still gentle, even with overly cautious joy, as if an important call had finally arrived.

"Uncle Kang," Yan Yu held the phone as if grasping for a life-saving straw, "Aren't you in Meichuan now? I have something to ask for your help."

"I'm in Liancheng now, but it doesn't matter, I can arrive in Meichuan in three hours."

Kang Jing's voice couldn't hide the worry, but also had a sense of urgency, "Xiaoyu, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Yan Yu glanced at the clock, it was a quarter past ten at night.

From Liancheng to Meichuan, it takes three hours by car, and he doesn't want the other party to leave immediately. Although the situation is urgent, it is not too late.

"You don't have to come here immediately, it's too dangerous to drive at night."

"If...it's convenient for you, can you do it at noon tomorrow? I'm afraid I can't make it clear on the phone—"

"Yes!" Kang Jing responded almost without thinking, "Xiao Yu, don't worry, I will pick you up at school at noon tomorrow, no matter what troubles you encounter, I will do my best, you trust me."

This obviously abnormal concern and enthusiasm reassured Yan Yu a little. He really needed a solid promise. Whether it was true or not, someone had to tell him, don't worry, I'm still here, you can do anything. do not be afraid.

Yan Yu hung up the phone, turned his head to look at the door of the bedroom as if he had sensed it, and met Zhuang Meichan's cold eyes.

A sneer curled up at the corner of her mouth, "Uncle Kang? Kang Jing? Are you begging him?"

Yan Yu didn't speak. He didn't expect his mother to come to him on his own initiative. Besides, when his father was still there, his mother didn't seem to like Kang Jing very much, and Kang Jing avoided her very wisely.

For example, this time, Kang Jing would not propose to come to the house, but to meet him at school.

Zhuang Meichan walked into the room and closed the door with her hands back. She went straight to Yan Yu's wardrobe and slid the sliding door aside. She raised her hand and took out a rectangular ebony box less than ten centimeters thick from the top shelf.

In addition to the inconsistent shape, this thing is also vaguely carved with pine branches and cloud patterns, Fengtao Crane, which looks a bit like an urn.

The position of the closet was too high, and Yan Yu couldn't reach it at all, so he never found out that there was such a thing hidden on it.

Zhuang Meichan casually threw the box on the bed next to Yan Yu. If it wasn't for the weight of the box itself, it would probably be as contemptuous as throwing trash.

"Look at it, I wanted to wait for you to show it to you, but it's really nothing, you'll know sooner or later."

Yan Yu's white fingertips touched the wooden box, and instead of opening it immediately, he frowned and looked at his mother suspiciously.

Zhuang Meichan raised her chin as if encouraged, leaned against the door, took out a slender cigarette and lit it, and smoked slowly, her expression was obscured by the thin smoke.

Opening the lid of the box, there is nothing weird and weird inside, but several documents of different thicknesses, bound and neatly arranged.

The top one has a matte embossed cover, which looks very precious.

Yan Yu held it in his hand, his breathing became stagnant, and his eyes fell on the two simple black characters on the cover, which were the handwriting of his father Yan Xiao—the will.

When his father died, he was still in the difficult stage of just struggling out of the death line and recuperating in bed. At that time, he couldn't do anything except lie down, and he couldn't even attend his father's funeral.

Although the Yan family is not one of the few rich and powerful, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse. After the factory in Meichuan was closed, Yan Xiao has been working hard when he returned to Liancheng. The assets under his name are still considerable in the eyes of ordinary people. .

But when it came to the distribution of the inheritance after Yan Xiao's death, no matter how disharmonious the relationship between Yan Changbin and Zhuang Meichan was, they did not cause any bloody dramas of competing for the inheritance and attacking each other.

At that time, Yan Yu thought that his grandfather was too strong, and his mother was eager to leave the Yan family, so the two sides quickly reached an inheritance division agreement that was not very beneficial to Zhuang Meichan, but he never expected that the real reason was probably Yan Xiaozao. This notarized will was made before his death.

The will is quite thick, and most of it is the list of Yan Xiao's assets in the attachment, and these lists are not static, there will be some additions, deletions and changes every few years.

Yan Yu turned to the signature page of the text of the will, which clearly stated the earliest date when the will was made, December 1990, 12, a date he was all too familiar with, his birthday.

His father, Yan Xiao, actually wrote his own will on the day his only son was born. This is really the most incredible way for a father to welcome his own flesh and blood!

If it happened in the ancient emperor's family, the emperor was overjoyed on the day when the queen gave birth to the eldest son, and it would not be uncommon for an imperial decree to make the newborn crown prince.Then what was Yan Xiao doing all those years ago?If Xiji finally had a successor, it would make sense that he could not wait to leave all his assets to his son, but Yan Yu knew that was definitely not the reason.

Because as far as he knows, Zhuang Meichan can only get a monthly maintenance fee from the estate execution account, and it is acceptable to maintain a pampered middle-class wife without spending money like water.

As for himself, in addition to the monthly maintenance fee he could get as before as an adult, he also has a not-so-luxury real estate in Liancheng, which cannot be transferred or mortgaged before the age of 30, and only has the right to use it. On behalf of the lease, the income obtained is managed and controlled by his guardian, Ms. Zhuang Meichan.

When these assets are added together, it may be an exaggeration to say that Yan Xiao's accumulation is a drop in the bucket, but it is only one or two out of ten, which can be described as shabby.

Yan Yu glanced roughly at the attachment of the most recent inheritance list, and sure enough, there were various real estate, investment assets, vehicles, collections, and personal items listed on it, and even detailed a certain jade ornament and some watch accessories .

He closed the document and looked at Zhuang Meichan's slightly self-deprecating face. She seemed to be about to laugh or cry, and the two diametrically opposite directions seemed to be within a single thought.

Yan Yu probably knew that what he was holding in his hand was not just a will, but also a Pandora's box, the one that lived the most evil devil in the world.

"Don't be cowardly, open your eyes and see clearly, and see who is the scariest and most hateful person in the world..."

When Zhuang Meichan said this, she didn't grit her teeth with hatred, as if it was just a kind advice.She raised her head slightly and made a smiling expression, but tears glistened in her eyes.

Yan Yu opened the text of the will, the beneficiary was written first, it was not Zhuang Meichan nor himself, but Kang Jing!

His father, through the safest way of a notarized will, left most of his assets to his assistant on the day when he, the most powerful heir to the estate, appeared.

What a puzzling and shocking fact is now being mercilessly placed in front of him.

Yan Yu's vision flashed his father's loving smiling face towards him, when he took him to eat, he picked black beans he didn't like into his plate, played tennis with him and deliberately lost the first game, and when he got the trophy, he deliberately lost the first round. Give him a warm and strong hug...

However, the person he cherishes and cares about the most is not himself.

The last page of the will is written casually, with only a few words, as usual as a boss’s countless confessions and entrustments to his subordinates, but it is also the only few words that the testator deliberately left in this cold and rigid legal document with little warmth .

Ah Jing,

See the words as the face, please treat my Xiao Yu kindly on my behalf within the scope of reason and ability, Jiuquan is deeply moved.

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