Chapter 87:

This is a nice restaurant on the streets of Sakai. Five people sat around the table, Jian Yao and Bo Jinyan sat on one side, and Fang Qing and Luo Lang sat on the side. An Yan is naturally sitting on the side of the aisle.
Jian Yao ordered, Fang Qing talked with Luo Lang, but Bo Jinyan and An Yan remained silent. At this moment Jian Yao whispered, "Would you like some potatoes and sweet potatoes in addition to fish?"
Bo Jinyan nodded slightly: "Perfect."
An Yan: "Bitch, my chicken leg."
Jian Yao smiled: "I know."
When they spoke, Luo Lang's eyes fell on them consciously or unintentionally. It seems a little embarrassing, and it seems a little alienated.
At this time Fang Qing's cell phone rang. He touched the cell phone and saw the number in Beijing. "I'll pick up the phone." He stood up, but patted Luo Lang's shoulder, and squeezed hard. Luo Lang felt it, but as if she hadn't noticed it at all, she sat still.
Jian Yao had ordered, and the table was quiet for a moment.
Luo Lang reached for the lighter from his pocket and asked with a smile: "Do you mind if I smoke?" He knew that Jian Yao didn't mind, An Yan's face didn't matter. "I don't mind."
Luo Lang lowered his cigarette and smoked slowly. The two people across, clasping their hands under the table, saw it. At this moment, Luo Lang suddenly felt like a wolf mouse, and he laughed at himself.
Thinking about his feelings for Jian Yao over the years, is it love? Is it obsession? Is it guilty? Is it just a sustenance better than nothing? He couldn't tell for himself. When he was young, he actually saw Jian Yao many times. But she didn't know he existed. Until later, after returning from his studies in the United States, he made up his mind to meet her. The dry and dreary life suddenly seemed to have a touch of bright color, a kind of energy.
Those women, those women he used to hide his confusion, lest Jane Yao refuse to let him approach. They couldn't even match her one finger. He also clearly remembers that in the case of last year, Jian Yao was seriously injured in a coma in his arms, and his deeply affected heartache. At that moment he wanted to destroy the world for her. That's it, wanton and living emotion. Later, he and Fang Qing always looked after Jian Yao, and his life was different. What kind of feeling is that?
Pinned.
A solid sense of sustenance that has never been seen before. There seems to be a gentle and beautiful responsibility in life. He felt it so real.
But now, Bo Jinyan is back.
She no longer needs the care of others, because her wound is healed. After recognizing this, Luo Lang suddenly felt lost, much like falling in the clouds. However, now that she was smiling so happily, the whole person seemed to exude a glory never seen in this year, and he was inexplicably happy.
...
Luo Lang lowered the cigarette in his hand and looked up and asked, "You have stayed in the city this year?" Of course, Bo Jinyan and An Yan asked.
Bo Jinyan did not answer, and An Yan said, "No, we have gone to several places and later returned here. One is because I know the local police captain Shao Yong, and the other is that Jin Yan feels that ... it is very far from Xunzi's hometown. Near. He misses his sister every day. "
Laurent laughed.
Jian Yao glanced at Luo Lang, but Bo Jinyan said calmly beside her: "This is the fact."
Luo Lang asked, "Isn't Qiong the hometown of Mr. Bo?"
Bo Jinyan answered, "Yes, but I don't feel much about my hometown."
Luo Lang said, "Me too."
At this moment, Bo Jinyan seemed to be "looking" at Luo Lang. He smiled and said, "Interesting. Mr. Luo, have you been with Jian Yao often this year, right?"
He asked very peacefully, and Luo Lang answered very peacefully: "Yes. Originally it was only the friendship of fellow villagers. After the incident last year, I also wanted to do my best to take care of her sister. Fang Qing was also a wife Dumped-you should all know about this, he and I have tempers. This year, I am very fortunate to have met their two friends. "
Jian Yao stared at the tea cup in front of her. The liquid in the cup was light green, translucent, and calm.
After Luo Lang finished speaking, Bo Jinyan touched the tea cup on the table and held up, saying: "Mr. Luo, substitute tea for wine, thank you for taking care of Jian Yao this year."
Luo Lang smiled and said, "Where."
They were talking inside, and Fang Qing was standing under the street lamp at the door at this moment, and the whole person seemed to be deadlocked.
He received a call from Assistant Jin Xiaozhe. The two of them, the most dependent and close people around her, knew. The assistant girl choked on the other side of the phone: "Sergeant Fang, Sister Jin is still in the intensive care room ... she kept calling your name when she was unconscious, so I called you on my own initiative ..."
Fang Qing almost roared out, "What's going on? Why did people rescue them?"
The assistant girl cried, "I don't know. I really don't know. The doctor said it was poisoning. I don't know how she got poisoned. Did she eat something bad ..."
Fang Qing was silent for a while, looked up, and saw the street lights dim and cold, obviously in September, but his heart was cold and painful as in the winter. Looking up, his companions are still in the shop, looking tired and alert. Information on the thirteen murders is still in his backpack.
He heard his dry voice saying, "I can't get over now, I can't get away. She has any situation, please call me at any time. If it doesn't work, leave me a message. I will watch the first time I finish the task . "
After hanging up the assistant's phone, he took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and called the Beijing Interpol police. If he told him a few words, he said, "I see that her poisoning is strange, it should have been reported. She ate I do n’t pay much attention to things, but I also eat things outside, but I rarely take medicine, and my physical fitness has always been good ... brother, please bother you. "

Inside, the hot fish hotpot is served. Bo Jinyan calmly picked up his chopsticks. An Yan usually throws a whole fish into his plate. Naturally it is not used today. Jian Yao seemed to be returning to her heart. She clamped a fish and put it in his bowl. Then she asked softly, "Need me to pick you some meat?"
With a corner of his mouth, Bo Jinyan was about to answer "yes". An Yan had spoken slightly beside him: "Unused bitch, he can spit out the whole fish's bone with his eyes closed."
Jian Yao smiled: "Oh." When he looked up, he saw that Luo Lang was staring at himself, his eyes were dark and quiet. She avoided his gaze.
But Bo Jinyan sneered in the direction of An Yan: "I'm surprised you can still know nothing about the love between lovers when you are 26 years old."
An Yan's blushing.
Jian Yao felt embarrassed and hit Bo Jinyan lightly under the table.
Luo Lang looked at the way they got along, feeling fresh and interesting. Even his outsider can feel the rapport and deep friendship that they used to have. He drank a glass of beer alone and smiled.