Chapter 79:

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Twilight is in the evening and the night breeze is cool.
Zhen Yi ran down the stairs quickly, and the birds flew to the side of Yange, with joy: "Why are you here?"
The expression was narrowed, and the smile on her face was as bright as she wanted to light up the world. The reason for the "temporary work along the way" that had been prepared was condensed on her lips.
His eyes flashed slightly, and he glanced at the people on the steps.
He raised his hand involuntarily, squeezed her broken hair in the temple, gently did not go behind the ear, the voice was clear, and slowly said:
"Because I made an appointment to meet, you didn't come and wanted to see you."
The words were plain and simple, but the gentlest thread in people's hearts quivered gently.
Coupled with his intimate movement, Zhen Yi stood in the night breeze, feeling that he was going to be drunk.
His eyes fell on her shoulders, his pupils were very lightly closed, as if he saw something untidy, he raised his hand and flicked it on her shoulder, as if patting dust.
It was the place where Yin Duo joined hands.
Zhen Yi still didn't realize it; Yan Yi glanced quietly at the other side of the stairs again, and then she returned her gaze.
She beckoned to her companions behind her, so she pulled the words and walked together: "It doesn't seem to be a movie now, and it's impossible to eat."
He didn't complain or have any opinions. Now that she was chatting around, he felt calm in his heart.
Zhen Yi tilted her head and thought for a while: "I still have work tomorrow morning, and I still have to go back to HK at night. Otherwise, go back now. There are dishes in the refrigerator and movies in the notebook.
Well, it sounds really good. Two people, quiet.
He nodded: "Okay."
On the way back to HK, he always drove unconsciously, but she slouched lazily on the co-pilot, murmured for a while, and spoke to him ambiguously.
Talking about her experience on this day, and those experts who made people angry, finally came to Huaisheng somehow. She said that she met Huaisheng on the way to visit Linzhi's family in the village of Chengzhong these days.
He lives in the village in the city, and many plainclothes policemen are staring at him. She has been a policeman, so it is not difficult to recognize plainclothes.
"Speech" she lowered her voice, "Huaisheng is now pitiful."
When he met Huai Sheng, he was carrying a bag of green vegetables, tall and neat, and he limped away in a dilapidated environment.
The last time he fell to the building left him with a serious leg injury.
Zhen Yi looked sad, caught up with him and greeted him, and asked him how he was recovering after a kidney surgery.
Huai Sheng invited her to sit at his house.
Zhen Yi realized that their sisters and brothers have always lived here.
The corridor is very messy, a bit like the old factory house where Zhen Yi once lived. Opened the door, there was only one room, Huaisheng bed, Huairu sleeping sofa.
But it is a very clean and tidy small room, even very warm, with white flowers on the window sill, decorated with shells, and a pair of ceramic kittens on the table.
Everything looks cheap, but the patchwork creates a feeling of home.
The wall was painted a touch of purple.
Huai Sheng told Zhen Yi that Huai Ru said that purple is the color of happiness.
Zhen Yi asked about his physical condition. Huai Sheng said that he was recovering well. Zhen Yi asked him if he needed any money. He shook his head and said that his Cary didn't know who gave him a sum of money recently. After he rested for a while, he started working.
Zhen Yi was inexplicably sad. Huaisheng has not read a book, and his health is not good. Whether it is mental or physical, how can it be so easy to find a job?
"I'm going to open an independent studio. Otherwise, you can go to my place to help." Zhen Yi suggested.
"No need." Huai Sheng grinned reluctantly, very pale, "I'm a cross-street rat now, don't affect you."
Zhen Yi remembers that when he was interviewed by a reporter a few months ago, he was optimistic; now he is half cured, but he won't laugh. Compared to the physical torture of the original, he now faces a psychological dilemma that is more painful.
There is an off-white table by the window with a dozen or so thick bound A4 sheets on it.
Zhen Yi walked over and turned it over unintentionally. One of the pages had turned yellow, which was Huai Ru's handwriting when he was a child. It can be seen that at that time, it may be less than 10 years old, and the inferior ballpoint pen has a crooked character:
"100g tomatoes, carbohydrates 2538g, protein 0612g, vitamin C2030mg, threonine 4272mg, cystine 1836mg, methionine 0612mg, mineral salts ..."
"Protein" and various amino acids were painted with a bold yellow marker.
Tomatoes, apples, broccoli ...
Vegetables and fruits, dried fruits, meat, seafood ...
All the food that Zhen Yi has heard of, hundreds of categories, and thousands of tens of thousands of categories.
Various cooking methods, how to make food without taste to be delicious;
Special food materials and cooking methods;
Treatment methods for patients with uremia;
Everything and everything became a dozen stacks of papers in front of me. The wind was blowing in from the window, and the pages were ringing softly.
Zhen Yi felt a bit bitter in her heart and was moved.
After washing the vegetables, Huai Sheng looked at the notes left by Huai Ru, learned the way Huai Ru looked, weighed the food with a balance, and then used a calculator to calculate the amino acid content of protein. If it is less, add a few leaves, and if it is more, cut off a few small rhizomes.
He is very unskilled. Obviously there were only a few small things, but he was in a hurry.
Zhen Yi couldn't help but think that Huai Ru had just been cooking for him for nearly two decades, and he had no complaints.
She asked: "Are you complaining about it?"
Huaisheng remained silent for a while before saying:
"Because of Qiao Qiao's death, I resented her for a moment. But I was moved and distressed about what she did for me. Now I will only resent myself. It is because I dragged my sister into this way, she is for me. "
He took a pen to record the parameters on the paper, turned his back to Zhen Yi, could not see the expression clearly, and his voice was very low, "Reporter Zhen, I am my sister's disease."
Zhen Yi was speechless, thinking of the poor Xu Qiao, a disease squeezed out her home, leaving her parents with debts and a lot of money. Huai became ill and squeezed out his sister ’s humanity and Life, let her destroy her conscience and escape to the horizon.
"Huaisheng, you don't work, what should you do in the future?"
"You don't have to worry about me." He said, "Fortunately, I read a lot of people and things. Now I write novels on paid websites, which can barely maintain food and clothing."
"Ah, is it." Zhen Yi looked very surprised. "I like reading novels very much. Tell me where you write them. I'll take a look." In fact, she doesn't have this hobby. Only one novel has been read. This book is still a world famous book.
Huaisheng told her that Zhen Yi wrote down and secretly decided to call on everyone she knew to support.
In the end, Huai Sheng successfully prepared a meal, which looked very unpalatable. He swallowed it bit by bit.
Zhen Yi left after not long.
When going out, they unexpectedly met Tang Yu and Suo Lei; the two came to Huaisheng with a large bag of PKU special food.
When I asked, Tang Shang and Tang Yu and Huai Ru were good friends when they were young. It was just that Tang Shang and Tang Yu were very well-behaved and were adopted by a family at a very young age. Although his family is not wealthy, he grows happily.
Speaking of this, Zhen Yi was a little tired. Looking at the gray road ahead, he yawned for a long time and asked indistinctly, "Is it more likely that an orphan who has lost both parents is a criminal? Like Huai Ru and An Yao."
After thinking for a while, I added, "Or it is easy to be the target of crime, like Tang Shang and Song Yi."
The words are a little careless.
He checked the life experience of Song Yi, similar to Tang Shang and Tang Yu, orphaned and adopted. It's just that she was adopted in infancy, maybe she didn't know her life.
She is in the same situation as Zhen Yi.
However, Zhen Yi ’s
parents
died too early. She returned to the orphanage and was picked up by her grandfather; when Song Yi ’s mother died, she was already independent.
As for Qi Qinqin, the focus of the Qi family's case is not on her, but on Cui Fei. Cui Fei's focus is on Zhen Yi.
So after all, the nature is the same.
And, compared to these, another thing tonight, even more disturbed him.
Zhen Yi whispered all the way, seeing that he didn't respond at all, turning her head, "Speech, why don't you seem to listen to me?" She frowned slightly, something that had never happened.
"Zhen Yi." His voice was slightly serious.
"Ok?"
"Don't let other men touch you in the future, I will be unhappy."
This sudden and boundless remark made Zhen Yi surprised, and it took a while to turn around, knowing what he was talking about.
The world is quiet. Even the engine sound is inaudible in the narrow and dim compartment. Zhen Yi can only hear his own heartbeat, and in the chest cavity, boom, boom, amplify a little bit.
For the first time, he expressed such a straightforward jealousy and caring about her that she had a lot of sweetness in her heart.
"Eh" she answered delicately. It sounded so good, with a lot of happiness in the end, "I listen to you."
He pursed his lips, and his sloppy side slightly loosened.
She came back to the chair again and talked lazily about the work, the people she met at work, the return journey home at night, the dim and quiet carriage, and she became particularly warm because of the soft chatter of the girls around her.
Even afterwards, she tilted her head and fell asleep, the journey is still beautiful.
And her faintly coquettish "Eh I listen to you" has since gently carved into his heart.
On this day, it was finally peaceful.
Two hours later, she went downstairs to her house. She was still asleep quietly, shrinking under the blanket, especially weak.
He got out of the car and opened the door of her side. When she saw her eyes closed, she fell asleep silently, her small face was white, her eyelashes were thick, and she was unwilling to wake her up.
But after all, he still leaned over and touched her tender and warm cheeks with his fingertips, his voice was very soft, "Zhen Yi?"
"Well?" She listened to the sound in her sleep, frowned, frowned, and bulged her mouth unhappily, without even opening her eyes.
She hummed in dissatisfaction, moved, rolled around, and didn't go too far.
Um, preliminary judgment, if you wake up, you will get very upset ...
Dr. Yan encountered very difficult problems.
He stood up straight, staring at the small group of girls at the side of the car, staring at an experimental subject, thinking for a moment, leaning over again, gently pressing the acupuncture point on her head, the tone was lighter Slow, there was a hint of coaxing her inside:
"When you get home, will you go to bed to sleep?"
This time, she opened her eyes softly, straight and soft, as if she could see into his heart.
She was stunned: "Um? Here?"
He helped her up: "Can I go by myself? Can I wake up?"
He is so gentle, she really doesn't want to wake up. Zhen Yi tilted her head and simply plunged into his neck, mumbling softly with a nasal voice: "Speech, are you okay with me?"
"It's so big, you still need someone to carry it. Are you ashamed?" He looked down at her with a mellow voice.
"Not ashamed." She snorted, rolling and rubbing on him. "I'm a bug, soft toot, no bones."
Seeing that he didn't move, she was dissatisfied and asked: "Don't you like me to chase me? Now I will give you a chance to be goddess, and follow the rules!"
"Ah, that's right." He said sighingly, he couldn't help but sighed, and the man had squatted down; Zhen Yi rubbed his confused eyes, satisfied, and climbed up to the ground with his hands and feet, proudly announced: "Okay ! "
He stood up steadily and carried her back.
Well, the feeling on his back is still so familiar, safe and reliable, with his unique fragrance.
Zhen Yi closed her eyes, half awake and half awake, hugged his neck tightly, her lips curled up with a happy smile. After being addicted for a while, I suddenly remembered and said, "Speaking, the car door is not closed."
Her breath was spraying on his neck like a feather, itchy.
He was a little uncomfortable and wanted to rub his neck, but he carried her on his palm.
Looking back, her head was crooked on his shoulder, the skin of her cheeks was light and thin in the night, and her long black eyelashes sagged quietly like a small comb.
Sleeping clearly was not sober, and remembered this kind of thing.
"It's all right," he said.
"Oh, that's good." She murmured, and after a while, exhaled in his ear again, "Speaking, I want to eat pine kernel corn."
"..."
Another warm breath blew into his ears, itchy.
Yan Yan pressed her lips and stopped again, slowly.
Blurred street lights, mottled tree shadows
Zhen Yi had no sleepiness after taking a shower.
She was wrapped in a bath towel, lying on the sofa, staring at the man on the other side of the kitchen, her eyes filled with heart.
Dr. Yan rolled his shirt sleeves and was chopping vegetables slowly and orderly. The golden chandeliers in the kitchen hit his hair, unreal and beautiful, like a blonde prince in a fairy tale.
He has never cooked, but this man is naturally clever. What he hasn't done, think about the steps in advance, and you can make it in an orderly manner.
When everything came to him, he responded calmly and patiently.
For her, where is she who wants to eat the dishes he made, she wants to eat him!
Aw, she turned over and giggled.
But when the meal was served, she realized that her stomach was empty.
Yan Ge was very delicious when he first cooked.
Zhen Yi, while stuffing her mouth, protested with dissatisfaction: "It ’s really unfair. Why does it seem that men cook better than women? I like cooking, but it ’s hard to eat. You see you, the first time you get it It's so delicious. "
"It feels like an experiment."
He said flatly that a bowl of seaweed soup was handed to her, "My brother will use even a measuring cup and balance dropper vernier caliper. When in the United States, Yan Xu likes to go to his house for dinner, every time Help him measure the ingredients. "
Zhen Yi was dumbfounded and imagined the scene, secretly slandering: Are your children so wonderful?
Zhen Yi poked the corn kernels on the plate, and suddenly remembered how Huai Sheng was cooking, he casually said:
"Speaking, don't you think Huairu's escape is very strange. There are handcuffs, anklets, and a policewoman when she enters the women's toilet. But Si Gui said that the policewoman didn't know what happened. , Like a supernatural event. "
He "huh" and brought the corn meal plate to her, closest to her.
"Speaking of words, I was too busy recently and I almost forgot. I asked Huaisheng why he wanted to jump off the building that day. He said that he was in a very bad mood, but he didn't want to jump off the building at all. Here. He does n’t even remember taking the elevator upstairs. "
Yan lowered his head and drank the soup indifferently, as early as he expected.
"When I think about it, I suddenly feel that everyone's death is very strange." Zhen Yi bit her chopsticks and supported her cheeks. "Tang Shang, Song Yi, Cui Fei, and Huai Sheng who attempted suicide ..."
Nodded, nodded, indicating that he was listening.
"Tang Shang and I made an appointment to meet, and she sounded right. There was nothing wrong with Song Yi. She stood upstairs, and at the beginning she was resolute, but then gradually slowed down, indicating that she hesitated, but suddenly Cui Fei changed. Strangely, they have n’t tried their family ’s case yet, and the red bean is so small, how can she give it up?

Zhen Yi frowned, "Even if it wasn't for Red Bean, Cui Fei was a very purposeful person. She only cared about what she wanted. Regardless of the way and the way, she didn't look at her in the accident world or condemn her. She doesn't May commit suicide. "
"And, I don't understand why they chose to jump off the building, so it's too tragic to die." Zhen Yi shook, said, "If you die, at least choose one that is not painful."
At this point, the words began: "There is no painless way to die."
Zhen Yi questioned: "I watch TV, many people choose to cut their wrists, put them in the water, and bleed flowers."
"90 people can't cut the correct position and depth, they always scab, and they have to try again and again. After some blood loss is too much, the brain ischemic and becomes a vegetative."
"..."
Zhen Yi's hand holding chopsticks felt a pain, and rubbed: "Isn't sleeping pills painful?"
Yan Ge yelled: "The medicine stimulates the stomach to cause vomiting, and the vomiting fluid enters the lungs and nasal cavity, causing intense breathing and burning of the lungs, and suffers from torment. Not to mention the poison, convulsions, spasms, vomiting, and incontinence.
Zhen Yi had a black line. When he said these things, why didn't he mean things?
Eating!
Someone did n’t realize it, did n’t wake up, and took science very seriously: "As for drowning and hanging, you have a feeling that your lungs will explode in about 3 minutes. Do you know why drowning and hanging bodies are terrifying? Because people are stimulated Collapse. And ... "
He hesitated for a moment and was thinking, "The male deceased chooses to hang himself, and the death will be more ugly."
Whether Zhen Yi was still eating or not, she was immediately curious: "Why?"
"After a person dies, blood flows down, and the body will appear ."
Zhen Yi: "Uh words, if you want to die, don't hang yourself."
"I won't commit suicide."
"Well, don't hang yourself anyway. Otherwise, I can't help but think of you as being impolite." She said, kicking her slippers and scratching on his calf with bare toes.
The utterance across the table paused and looked up at her, silent and quiet.
She didn't care, she held her chin up, lifted her feet, and rubbed intimately like warming.
"..."
Yan's body stiffened slightly, but forced himself to regain calmness and continue to eat slowly, as if to divert her attention, saying: "Actually, I have another guess about their jumping off the building."
"What guess?"
"Hypnotize."
"Hypnosis?" Zhen Yi wondered, "You said someone hypnotized them and let them jump off the building?"
"Well, I didn't think about it before, but I saw Huaisheng up close. He was indeed hypnotized." He explained quietly, but he couldn't help but move down. Her little feet were still squeezed between his legs, and there was no sign of retraction.
Zhen Yi was unheard of: "No one except Xu Qiao's parents was in contact with Huaisheng."
"An extremely powerful hypnotist can set a hypnotic point in the human brain. It may be a sentence, a gesture. Even if the sentence is said later, the person who made this gesture is not a hypnotist, it can also initiate hypnosis."
In a word, a gesture?
"Then Song Yi was on the top of the building at that time, who would make gestures for her to speak."
Zhen Yi was taken aback.
She remembered that after Tang Shang died, Tang Yu cried bitterly, saying that during that time her sister was under great pressure and wanted to quit, she said that she would not forgive her if so;
Recalling that Cui Fei called Qi Qinqin before his death, asking her to take care of Hongdou, and asking her to forgive;
Recalling Xu Qiao's parents' rebuke to Huaisheng: "I will not forgive her, I will not forgive you, I will never forgive you."
Recalling that day she ran on the square and shouted on the phone: "Song Yi, if you jump off the building, I will not forgive you, I will never forgive."
Is it this sentence?
She told this idea to Yange, and her face was pale: "This sentence is the trigger point. But, who will hypnotize them? And what is the purpose of this?"
Yange knew Li You's experiment, but didn't know how to explain Zhen Yi, and he didn't want her to explore it.
However, her curiosity will not diminish, she takes a deep breath and fights again:
"It seems that I should start looking for some of their internal connections. If they were hypnotized by the same person, their lives must be intersected."
The words did not respond.
He finished his meal first, just preparing to put down his chopsticks, but in an instant, he froze violently, and his body was stimulated like electricity.
Just a moment ago, Zhen Yi's toes dared, searched, and nodded toward his part.
His heartbeat was out of control, but he tried his utmost to restrain it, and looked up at her, her face excited, her small face lit up by the light, looking at him cheerfully, like a little staring at the mouth dog.
He couldn't be more familiar with this look.
Is being stared at. He vaguely discovered that she seemed to have unintentionally proposed to go home to dinner and watch a movie at first, perhaps premeditated; but tonight, something is going wrong.
Yan Ge took a breath of self-denial, ran his hands down to catch her smooth feet, slowly moved away, put it down, and then got up.
The heart of Zhen Yi's footboard left the temperature of his palm and the full touch of that part ...
Lingering between the toes, lingering, really heart-wrenching. Well, she couldn't help but the scenery after trying to take his pants off. It was big, strong and powerful!
Wailing.
She was super satisfied and happy, so she focused on pulling the rice. There is still energy after this!
While eating, whispered:
"Such suicide is a real headache."
Yange was washing the grapes for her. After hearing what she said, she suddenly remembered that year and said, "Zhen Yi, do you remember, have you committed suicide once?"
"Where?" She retorted.
After taking a sip of soup, he was stunned and remembered.
"Nonsense. I didn't want to commit suicide that time, okay? I just scared them."
He scooped a spoonful of salt into the grape bowl and gently said: "But no one seems to be scared."
except me.
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