Chapter 45: Yukio Juro

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Yu Bozhen took Yan Yan to the tea room near the eccentric hall. Yan Yan felt that the air outside was very good, so he did not go in.
After standing quietly for a while under the gallery, Yu Bozhen suddenly asked: "You said that Yang Jue has lived for a while after he has taken the needle. Is there any evidence that he may leave some time?"
Yan Yan glanced at him and slowly said: "The brain has been fatally injured, and basically lost the ability to move. He said that he is alive, but his body is still alive. This time is the irretrievably fading of life."
Yan Yan looked up at the night sky of Datang and thought of his own crossing. He added that he added, "Wherever there are exceptions, the judge can go to the crime scene to check."
Yu Bozhen nodded. "I still have some official business. If there is something for the seventeen-naughter, I can call me."
"You please please." Yan Yan slightly manicured, and then continue to appreciate the night sky.
Starry twinkling, can clearly see a galaxy across the sky, Yan Yan has not looked up at the starry sky for a long time, her world has a long time only human flesh, shadowless incandescent light, sleepless work, in addition to autopsy Still an autopsy, she wants to use this to kill the fear and hatred in her heart, but every nightmare, I can still see the struggle of my friends before they die.
She is a forensic doctor. Every scar on her body tells her about the tragic situation at that time. She can think of every rebellious action of her friends and the violations and violence that the animals have imposed on them. The dreams are performed again and again. Real, she can't do anything about it.
After quietly standing for a long time, the people in the eccentric hall began to come out one after another. The 18-year-old girl was pale and followed behind the rumor, apparently acquitted.
Gossip saw the figure of Yan Yan, and the road went over here. Together with him, Yan Meiyu and two other Chinese men.
"A Yan." The voice of the rumor appeared to be a little tired.
Yan Yan walked down the porch and leaned slightly toward him, "Aye."
"You are really seventeen mothers?" A middle-aged man next to his face was surprised. "Two years ago, I was still thin and weak. I couldn’t identify the little girl with a look. I actually had a good skin. I said that the women’s big eighteen, really not fake. !"
Yan Yan looked at the man and looked at it. He was wearing a gorgeous dark-brown attire, wearing a skull and a jade pendant. It was a gentle, fat, and the eyebrows were like a gossip. Which uncle should be? But in memory, there is no such person.
"Haha, Ayan doesn't know the uncle? Also, the uncle was as good as your father two years ago, but in recent years there have been some blessings." Fat laughed.
uncle? Yan Yan immediately found the corresponding person, the rumored brother, Yu Pingyu.
Qi Pingyu is a business-minded person, Suzhou Fu, but he has lived in Chang'an for a long time. Because of all the expenses of the company, he has a certain status in the family. In Yan Yan’s memory, he is the only person who really cares about her.
"Uncle." Yan Yan's voice was a bit warmer.
Yan Pingyu looked at Yan Yan several times before, and smiled and said: "I have been away all the year round. I just heard that you were sent to Zhuangshang to recover from illness. If you look at you, I will be relieved. It is."
Yan Pingyu is a personal person. If he really feels that he has no internal feelings, he will not arbitrarily say this sentence and provoke his brother to be unhappy. He didn't mean anything, let the gossip face sink.
冉 敛 敛 敛 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Looking at the smile of Yuping Yu's love, the heart sighs, the original Yan Yan has already disappeared.
Gossip doesn't have any good feelings for this younger brother. Isn't that a few dollars? The elders of the family actually looked at him differently! Chang'an merchants are not businessmen? The same low! The same market! If it wasn’t for the year when Aye’s short-selling property was made to marry a Zhengyang prostitute, where did he get him to pay attention!
Pressing the next anger, the rumor is faint: "Go."
At that time, the family had already fallen, and there was money. The old family had a hard time to climb this family with the Zhengyang family. If the money is gone, they can earn again. But once the clan’s reputation has fallen, it will be difficult to recover. Times! However, this truth, short-sighted anecdote can never be understood.
A few people silently left the house, and a Chinese costume teenager with Yan Pingyu approached Yan Xiaoxiao: "A Yan, do you know your first brother?"
冉十郎, is the name of Yu Pingyu, named Yunsheng. About the age of seventeen or eighty-year-old, he was born with red lips and white teeth, and the spring flower Xiaoyue Furong noodles, his face opened and washed, such as Chunliu early, Ronghua.
Yan Yan slightly stunned, only then did he speak without saying a word, and slightly lowered his head, but she did not realize that there is such a stunning man on the side.
"I remember, when I was a child, my ten brother often gave me something to play with." Yan Yan lowered his head and whispered.
Yun Yunsheng smiled stunnedly, revealing the white teeth, and Ming Yan could not be square, attracting the peeping around Yin’s brother.
Xiao Yunsheng walked a few steps and said to the rumor: "Da Bo, I haven't seen A Yan for two years, I don't think it is better to let me send her back to Zhuang."
People have a kind of tolerance for the beauty of things. Even though the scandal does not wait to see the younger brother, it is very unpleasant for the appearance of the female and the woman who is too bright, but still can't resist him.
Gossip was stunned by Yun Yunsheng’s smile, and he squinted: "Go, be careful."
Yan Meiyu swears at her face, hates her bones and skins, and she loves her, even if she is a brother of her, she does not hinder the monopoly, but she is not happy at the moment, she does not dare to let go.
Yan Yunsheng said a few words with Yan Pingyu, and led another carriage. Waiting for the battle to call Shao Ming, the carriage will slowly drive.
"Ayan is tired." Yan Yunsheng looked at the faint exhaustion of Yan Yanmei. He was slightly distressed. He stayed in Chang'an for a long time and only came back in two years. He did not hear any illness in Chang'an when he came back. Only then did she know that she was sent to Zhuang to take care of her illness. What was wrong with it? Aye knew that he could guess one or two.
Yan Yan had a good impression on this gentle and beautiful brother, and in the memory he was good to her, he made a smile, "okay."
When Yun Yunsheng saw her smile, she just let go of her heart. "You always reply a few words, and don't say your own situation. I still complain that you complained that I didn't come back to see you when I was last year."

Letter?
Yan Yan stunned.
I have not received a letter in the past two years.

"What?" The beautiful face of Yun Yunsheng was full of horror, and immediately turned into anger. "Gao is really deceiving!"
Looking at his cheeks that are red because of anger, if you are bright and beautiful, you can’t be square. You finally know what it’s called a beautiful person. It’s a smile, a joy and a anger are all different scenery, it’s unstoppable. It is a beauty.
"Ten brother, has anyone told you that you are so beautiful that you want to commit a crime?" Yan Yandao. If you don't add a "Ten Brother", this is naked play.
Yan Yunsheng is on the anger, and suddenly she laughs so loudly, can't help laughing, such a joke, but Yan Yan is very serious and serious, and the comedy effect is even better. But the heavens and the earth conscience, Yan Yan really did not mean to make a joke, she really felt that it is a dangerous thing for both men and women to grow up.
Xiaohuan, Xiaoyunsheng seems to be helpless. "I know that this looks are not good. How many people say something ugly in the back, but I don't care, Ayan, you will not disappoint me like this?"
Who can really dislike? Although Yan Yan does not like this kind of appearance, she has to admit that the beautiful flower male is in front of him, and Yun Yunsheng obviously does not realize his beauty, but has some inferiority.
"I heard people say that boys and girls are blessed. Is Guanyin Bodhisattva not a boy or a woman?" Yan Yan never thought that she would use God Buddha to comfort others.
Yun Yunsheng smiled, like a dark night breaking the moon, Qing Hui venting, very infectious, even Yan Yan this dead face can not help but break the ice, it seems a bit vivid.
On one, Yun Yunsheng told Yan Yan a lot of interesting things about Chang'an, and the all-powerfulness of Datang has only opened the tip of the iceberg to Yan Yan. She also realized for the first time that this is the beginning of the splendid world in Chinese history. The prosperous people of the world.
Hu Ji is like a flower, fresh clothes and angry horses, Yan Yan really wants to see and see.
Yun Yunsheng sent Yan Yan to Zhuang Shang, saying that he would come to find her to go out to play tomorrow, and then left the carriage, with a few soldiers to return to the city.
Going to the entrance of the hospital, Yan Yan glanced at the people in the courtyard. Wu Xiuhe was lying under the gallery and squinting. Sang Chen was turning around at the gate of the courtyard. Xing Niang sat in front of the green house and lanternd. Sewing clothes, one aunt is in the medicine, and the rest are all in the yard.
Yan Yan suddenly remembered, Gao sent seven servants today.
"Mother!" Sang Chen first glimpsed Yan Yan, immediately rushed over, "Is it okay?"
Although the question is somewhat redundant, but the concern is not to falsify, then he does not care about him. "Nothing, how is your injury?"
"Thanks to the doctor of Wu, it is much better now." On the face of Sang Chen Junyi, with a shy smile, Yu Guangzhen saw that Xing Niang had a bad face and immediately transferred the topic: "In the next is to send ceramics to the mother." Come, I heard that my mother went to the door, and she was worried, so she waited for her return."
"Thank you for your concern, how much ceramics cost a lot, and let Xing Niang settle it for you." Yan Yan's grinding of such exquisite ceramics is bound to be of great value. Her occupation of Sang Chen's labor is a transaction, but the cost can not always let him out.
Sang Chen blinked and looked confused: "I know a private kiln boss in the city, he confiscates money." After a pause, he humbly asked: "Mother can know, borrow a good kiln, How much is it?"
Xing Niang glanced at him and said, "The first-class kiln with a length and a width is about twenty-two silver."
Sang Chen’s face was stagnation, and he said:
Don’t write a few more cases under the law...

A lawsuit is ten yuan, one or two silver is equal to one thousand dollars. How much can I write to give this twenty-two? Also plan to do the human sentiment, such as Wang's case, only half a basket of radishes.
"Since the mother has nothing to do, go back first." Sang Chen silently counted, slowly said a word with Yan Yan, then the ghost went to the gate of the hospital.
Wu Xiuhe also said the next sentence, and returned to the hospital with a negative hand.
In the uninhabited Datang, there are so many people who care about her, and there is a touch of warmth in the heart of the heart. Then I look at the aunts in the same hospital. I also comfortably said, "Xing Niang, you can arrange things for them, Observe for a while, then pick a few more steady and wait around me."
Yan Yan’s voice is not small, and she did not deliberately avoid the new aides. After dealing with so many things, Yan Yan was a little tired, and after a long wash, she rested on the couch.
Xu is the number of old people I saw today. In my sleep, I actually evoked many things in the depths of my original memory.
Everyone's appearance is very clear, but from beginning to end, only one woman named "A Late" is vague, about a child in her early tens. The voice is clear, and the trembling voice says to her: "A Yan, I It hurts...A Yan, it’s really painful...

Yan Yan grabbed her hand and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"
As I said, Yan Yan’s hands were empty, surrounded by water, and a woman’s face was covered with a plain towel. The blue silk floated in the water like an algae. The bright red shawl skirt bloomed in the water. The flowers, surrounded by her heartbreaking cry, grievances, despair, sternness...
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