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The days of working on the TV station are busy, and on days of rest, Zhen Yi takes time out to volunteer at the mental hospital. In the workplace, I received a text message from the police officer who supervised her whereabouts: "One more month, come on!"

Well, in a month's time, her life of punishment and punishment is over.

Within a month, she can get her lawyer's license back.

Are you going to be a lawyer? She didn't want to understand.

Nowadays, it is hard for her to be a journalist, a lawyer, and a volunteer in a mental hospital!

"The Emperor's tomatoes are delicious. Just eat a little. It's wholesome!"

Zhen Yi languished at the table with bitter wind, and persuaded the patient to eat the food.

The amount and proportion of catering in the hospital are configured. In order to prevent certain patients from subjective or objective hunger strikes, no meal can be left.

The little nurse Zhen Yi, who assisted the patient in eating, fought with the neuropaths.

For example, last week, she gave a meal to a patient who claimed to be a bean sprout. The bean sprouts sat in protest: "I will photosynthesize, why should I eat?"

He was sitting upright in his chair with his head raised: "You move my flower pot under the sun and I'm full."

Zhen Yi looked at the one-eight-meter-height chunk of bean sprouts squatting on the chair's "flower pot" with a black thread.

"Dear little gardener, move me out soon." He urged.

Zhen Yi was quiet for a few seconds and said something unbelievable: "Sprouts, you haven't sprouted yet. I'll fertilize and water them first. Will you move you to the sun in a few days?"

Bean sprouts condensed his eyebrows and sighed: "I'm sorry, I was too anxious."

Zhen Yi hurriedly gave him the "fertilizer" and water end: "I want to eat enough!"

Earlier than today, a patient who claimed to be a kiwi fruit refused to eat fruit on the grounds: "I can't hurt my own kind!"

Zhen Yi asked: "Then don't you want to kiss it?"

Now, the reason why the emperor refused to eat tomatoes is simple: "Tomatoes and eggs love each other deeply and can never be separated. I must wait for the eggs to come and eat them."

Zhen Yi racked her brain and soaked it hard and hard for nearly 20 minutes. The other patients left the restaurant. The emperor was sitting in danger, companionate with tomatoes and other eggs ...

Zhen Yi groaned with hunger and felt like an abused child laborer in the old society. She was miserable and miserable: "Emperor, eggs will not come today. Would you like to eat tomatoes first? Also go up!"

"Got it." The emperor was unambiguous.

Zhen Yi Yang Tian sighed, and suddenly heard someone indifferently said:

"Tomatoes and eggs are arguing today, but the eggs are noisy, so they run away."

Is a saying.

The gospel of the neuropathy is here!

Zhen Yi is like Amnesty, looking deeply at him, his eyes shining like stars.

Speech: "..."

He had a straight back, and the wind and clouds stood aside; she squatted on the ground, her arms chopping down the dining table, like a little beggar begging.

She stood up, politely politely said: "Dr. Doctor is good!"

"..." Yan Yan pondered for a few seconds, "Nurse Zhen is good!"

She is not a nurse.

"You're so cold, eggs are noisy, but tomatoes have been around for hundreds of years."

"Hundreds of years ago, there was no Internet." He was more authentic and calmly said, "And this paragraph was originally passed from the mental hospital."

"Really?" She felt new.

"... Fake." He looked at her for a few seconds and said, "You're so cheating."

"..."

She deflated and sat back, waiting for the patient to finish the meal.

After a while, Zhen Yi turned around and saw that he did not leave, standing peacefully, eyes clear and caged on her, causing her to inevitably have a slightly confused heartbeat: "Why?"

"Oh, it's fine." He pulled his feet forward and sat down at the dining table next to Zhen Yi, across the corridor.

he……

Zhen Yi whispered: "Are you waiting for me?"

"Oh, I just like this chair."

"..."

He actually waited for her to have lunch.

Sitting straight and straight, she could see the shadow of the year, and she was lying on the window sill of his classroom staring countless times.

In 12 years, the pure and simple boy grew into a bright moon breeze man.

It hasn't changed much, like a jade tree that doesn't touch the wind. It is handsome and quiet, without any impetuousness and impatience, and it is safe.

When she waited for her, she waited wholeheartedly. No cell phone, no office work, no reading, no chat, just waiting purely with all my heart.

Zhen Yi couldn't help but think, if Yan Ge had always liked her, would he often wait for her like this in the past 8 years?

It's impossible to think about it, how could he like her so much?

After the lunch, the emperor asked Zhen Yi: "Tomorrow, will Mr. Xi and Miss Hong appear together on my dinner plate?"

A series of question marks above Zhen Yi's head? ?

The meditative words helped her get out: "Yes."

The emperor left with satisfaction: "Thank Yan Taiyi."

Zhen Yiqiang grinned: "Yang Taiyi, who are Mr. Xi and Miss Hong?"

Facing her ridicule, he just glanced at her silently before saying: "Scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

"why?"

"Don't he just say that tomatoes and eggs are a pair? After Mr. Xi and Ms. Hong became married, was Ms. Hong named Xi Hong?"

"..." Zhen Yi Fuqin: Doctor, can you be a little colder?

Such a peculiar mode of thinking can only be understood by neurologists.

"Mr. Dou is married to Miss Niu, isn't Miss Niu called Dou Niu's?"

The words are very indifferent, very common examples:

"Well, if Mr. Yan is married to Miss Zhen, Miss Zhen is Yan Zhen."

Zhen Yi was slightly veiled, and there was a heat evaporating from the bottom of her heart, pouring from the neck to the cheek, and getting fever.

He didn't know what he said, as if he said a very common and common sense.

But the curse is usually engraved into Zhen Yi's brain, every word and every punctuation mark is nice.

Yan Zhen ... It ’s so nice.

marriage!

Becoming his closest person, his mind only talked to her, his emotions were only expressed to her, and his pillow only left her sleeping ...

Zhen Yi had trouble breathing, her heart beat like thunder, and her heart was crying:

Doctor Yan, I want to get married with you! ! !

Yan lowered her head and saw her blush like an apple for a few seconds, wondering: "Zhen Yi, are you allergic?"

"..." Zhen Yi was speechless, and it was really what the doctor said.

"No, it's a little hot."

He nodded his head and said safely, "Zhen Yi, the mind is naturally cool."

"..."

Quiet and natural ...

Zhen Yi has a black line: "Yes, Master."

Speech: "..."

After lunch, she worked in style and style, and Zhen Yi read a book. Every time she takes a work break, she will come to soak up beside him.

In the white clean studio, he stood on the long table to record the data; she sat at the other end of the long table, buried her head in the book, writing and drawing.

Occasionally, she would raise her head to see how clear he was; occasionally, he would squint to see her look safe and focused.

Time, then became quiet and serene.

She once said that sending someone you like to go home will be the way to go.

With the person you like, sit down and have fun all afternoon.

She was so serious, and she couldn't help thinking of those years, he checked all the information related to her, and there was a newspaper that people's teachers worked overtime for half a month to tutor students.

He dug up the story behind:

At that time, Zhen Yi was 3 years old and had a fever and no parents to take care of her. Grandma couldn't figure out the situation and procrastinated her illness. She nearly burned her head for 10 days.

The doctor said that the child may not be able to concentrate in the future, and learning will be poor.

She really did not concentrate. He never listens to lectures, and gyro like a gyroscope on his ass.

I don't concentrate on telling a small story. I clearly talked with this classmate and immediately dropped the probe to participate in another one.

He talked to him too, changing a dozen topics a minute, and some even only half.

At that time, he was reading in the library, and she accompanied him in a decent way. In less than a minute, she was mushy, mushy, like a little animal that was uneasy and bored. Read a book for a while and change it, come and go and change it N times.

His speech was not affected, and the students around him were disturbed and cast a strange look on Zhen Yi. Every time she smiled and put out her tongue, she raised her hand to the temple and made a gesture of sorry.

More times, he would call her in a very low voice: "Zhen Yi."

"Eh?" She was bored to death, listening to his voice, and immediately came over happily.

"Sit down, don't move."

His tone was bland, but Zhen Yi heard the command, "I don't want you to wake up, don't allow it .... No sound is allowed."

"Yes" She sat down sniffed, and after a while, her **** twisted and twisted in various poses, like a bug biting her on a chair.

Once, after he finished reading the book, she wept with a sad face and twisted on the chair very tangled like a twist.

He was stunned: "Are you sick?"

Upon hearing his voice, she seemed to be liberated and cried: "Aw, you finally talked. I want to pee."

Everyone looked up from the book to see her walking at a strange pace and ran away, leaving her with no words to pack her schoolbag.

Obviously the concentration was so inattentive, but the attention to him has never diminished.

At the school gate, on the playground, even if he was just passing by the edge of her line of sight, she could find it instantly, and then she knocked down whatever she was doing, and dashed for 100 meters to him.

The classmates laughed that she was equipped with a speech detector.

Once she was fined for sweeping the playground. A man took a big broom and flew on the grass. The leaves and grass flew all over the sky. She had a lot of fun. She stopped suddenly at one moment and looked back like she felt something.

"Speech!" She rejoiced and her voice was loud. The flock of birds flew from the treetops, and she ran on the grass with her broomstick, like the little witch who delivered the delivery service in Hayao Miyazaki's animation. Since then, there has been another nickname.

Now thinking about it, he didn't quite understand it, and he never understood it. Why did she like him so much?

As for why he likes her so much? Very simple, only her in his world.

Still thinking, the phone jingled.

She was near the phone and did not raise her head: "Take a look."

Zhen Yi's heart was full of pride, with a sense of accomplishment and a sense of belonging, and he tried to be polite and gentle: "Hello?"

There was no voice, no speech, no hang up.

Well, it should be words.

He didn't have time in his hand, and Zhen Yi held the phone to his ear.

Because of the height of her, he turned his head slightly, and the broken hair rubbed at her fingertips, which was soft.

Her heart shattered.

This posture seemed to her to be an illusion, like he tilted his head and buried his face in her palm. Very intimate and exciting.

Yan Ge listened to the phone, "Uh," and turned his eyes, looking at Zhen Yi, Heizhan Zhan, very deep.

Zhen Yi once again inexplicably trembles.

Are you talking about her?

After speaking over the phone, Yan Ge said: "An Yao's dress is here. She has no friends. Yan Xu hopes you can help her see it."

Zhen Yi was surprised, how could Yan Xu find her?

An Yao's apartment is clean and simple, with white-collar style and no girlish feelings.

In the small living room, a row of wooden hangers was neatly and orderly hung with dozens of exquisite Hanfeng dresses; the coffee table was covered with wooden boxes and filled with dazzling jewelry beads.

Full room shines.

Zhen Yi has never seen a dress that combines ancient style and modern art so perfectly, and marveled: "Wear these at wedding? It's much prettier than Western wedding dresses. I thought I would wear cheongsam."

"Yanjia is a Han nationality, so follow the Han style." The designer said softly.

An Yao thanked the designer: "He came from the deep city specially and worked hard."

"Yes. There are still half a month. If you don't like it, you still have time to revise it manually."

Zhen Yi looks at the beauty of each design and the fine workmanship, where do you dislike it?

"All so much to wear?"

"Well. There are too many wedding ceremonies. This is what I wore when I sacrificed my ancestors." An Yao lightly pointed to a red orthodox crown dress, wide skirt and wide sleeves, and the skirt was embroidered with black and gold double thread embroidery, gorgeous and low-key. Black embroidered coat of arms on cuffs, sun and moon inscriptions on Oracle. Zhen opinions a few times, it seems to be the emblem.

"This is what I wear when I see guests." It is not like the previous one is layered and looks like a cardigan skirt. It is modern and simple, with a pink cardigan and a white long skirt. The skirt is winding up and blooming blue vines and yellow flowers. Belt, neckline and other details are exquisite.

Offering sacrifices to the heavens, worshiping gods, worshiping parents, worshiping ghosts, honoring guests, and offering sacrifices to the moon ... Ceremonies are complicated and varied.

Except that the ancestral mourning suit is an orthodox ancient costume, the rest only retains the legacy of Han clothing such as jacket skirts and skirts.

Zhen Yi was almost dumbfounded, envious of being dead. After looking closely, one by one glanced at a white chest-length skirt with silk flowing and plump, and the wind blowing outside the window, like a huge wave of smoke, with dust flowing.

"When is it so pure and sexy?"

An Yao didn't answer, but her face was slightly red. The designer chuckled: "After the wedding, go back to your room and wear it."

It turned out to be a cave.

Zhen Yi rolled her eyes, well, really wanted to wear this to seduce words.

An Yao tried them one by one, and every time he tried a set, he had to change a set of bun hair accessories, including earrings, bracelets, bracelets and necklaces. Emerald pearl enamel coral amber jade crystal agate is available in any material, noble and gorgeous, or fresh and refined.

She always looked at Zhen Yi with embarrassment when she came out, and when Zhen Yi looked at her with a stunned look, she would only repeat: "It's so beautiful."

More than a dozen sets of modeling spent the afternoon, and An Yao fell tired on the sofa. Zhen Yi had a hard time recovering from the beauty and kept shaking her head: "An Yao, you look so beautiful. It's so beautiful."

An Yao's face was buried on the sofa. The wedding is approaching, she thinks more about that year, and whispers: "I would rather not be so beautiful."

Zhen Yi was puzzled, only when she was humble, asked: "An Yao, do you have pre-marital phobia?"

An Yao raised her head and looked at her: "No. I'm very happy. I really want to get married soon, the sooner the better."

Zhen Yi: "This kind of words sounds like my style, not like you."

An Yao stunned for a moment and smiled: "That's because I am really good with him. If I stay with him all my life in the future, I will only look forward to it and not be afraid at all."

When it comes to words, she has more words,

"You don't know, Yan Xu is so simple. Once I went to climb the mountain, I said don't take it. There are many monkeys on the mountain. Then he looked at me in horror, tangled for a long time, and asked: you want to eat monkeys on the mountain ?"

Speaking of anecdotes, An Yao couldn't help but touch the tip of her nose with her back.

"God," Zhen Yi laughed straight, "Meng is dead. He is really cute!"

"Really, super cute. On Valentine's Day, the men passing by were all holding roses. The words stayed depressed for the whole night, and they asked me staggeringly: 'Why do other people have roses, but I don't? '"

Zhen Yi stared in surprise: "Eh? I have encountered this kind of thing with words and expressions."

"Is it?" An Yao thought it was a coincidence. "No wonder. Later Yan Xu and Yan Ge said that the flowers in the hands of men in Valentine's Day were originally given to women, not women. Yan Ge Answer: I already knew . Well, I know it from you. "

Zhen Yi laughed: "Which of the two brothers have a good heart or what?"

They are psychic.

An Yao smiled slightly, remembering Yan Xu's mother saying that Yan Xu could not go to school and received family education.

That day, he sat in the courtyard computing mechanical problems. At one moment, his hand holding the pen suddenly began to tremble, and the pen hit the desktop.

He clutched at the edge of the table fiercely, pale with pain, looking at the sky in the north, his expression blank and desolate, saying:

"Something went wrong."

Zhen Yi didn't realize that An Yao had a different complexion. After thinking for a while, she came to her with bad thoughts and pushed her waist: "Eh, what do you do after you get married?"

"Which one?" An Yao was confused.

Zhen Yi is no longer obscure, and directly said: "Go to bed."

An Yao was stunned, don't overdo it, Zhiwu: "How can I know before that time?"

"I don't know what I'm teaching you!" Zhen Yi moved her **** and greeted her enthusiastically. "Tell you, happiness must be in your own hands. If they are inexhaustible like them, they must take the initiative." Never be soft-handed, um, nor soft-legged "

An Yao: "..."

Zhen Yi was very energetic throughout the week, thinking about the wedding is about to happen, she can go to Yanjia to see what kind of family it is. At the wedding, she must see more elders and relatives, study hard, and lay a solid foundation for her wedding in the future.

Moreover, as the quasi-sister-in-law of Yan Xu and An Yao, she still needs a lot of care and help.

Zhen Yi went to Chen Mo to apply for a vacation. Chen Mo was approved, but asked her to complete another job before the holiday.

He asked her to sign a confidentiality agreement and, together with photographer Yi Yang, followed the police station to make news records.

The legal channels of police stations and television stations often have this kind of cooperation, and Zhen Yi is not surprising.

She was very interested in this kind of thing. When she received the notice from Chen Mo, she asked excitedly: "Why me, because I have a relevant professional background?"

Chen Mo squinted her: "Because nobody wants to go."

"..."

The contact person at the police station is Si Gui.

After understanding the preliminary situation, Zhen Yi and photographer Yi Yang watched the hospital video they extracted with the police.

In the nursery room, small babies lie in their cradle, pedal or sleep. Halfway through, a suspected woman with long hair and wide clothes appeared, picked up one of the babies, and left quickly. The babies in the nursery are still safe, and they have no idea what happened just now.

Zhen Yi thinks that stealing babies is not uncommon, but it is not uncommon. A set of scientific and standardized methods of solving crimes have been formed in the police station. It is estimated that this time their role is to record and play the wise wits of the police.

But soon the next surveillance video appeared.

The tall woman, who could not see her face clearly, walked in the hospital with her baby. A doctor opened the door and walked into the hallway, just hit her. The doctor saw the child in her hand and tried to approach the baby.

In a flash, a knife came out of the man's hand, wrapped around the doctor's neck, and dragged her away.

That doctor is An Yao.

She was kidnapped with a baby.

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