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After leaving the police station, Zhen Yi finally went to the Law Society to get his lawyer's license back.

When she walked out of the building, the sun was shining, but she was in a haze. Recalling what the Prosecutor Yin Duo said to her in the police station today:

"Although in the history of the legal system of HK City, there have been no cases of coercion and homicide, similar cases have occurred in Britain and the United States with similar legal systems. The accused of coercion and homicide did not even have a second-degree murder charge and were acquitted.

According to the jurisprudence of the laws used by HK City, the jury and the judge will most likely refer to similar cases abroad in this trial. "

Huairu, will it really go through trial and then be acquitted?

Zhen Yi stood on the ladder and searched on the Internet. Many people in the forum are already discussing the Huairu police murder case. There is also a vote on the Internet, "If you are Huai Ru, will you kill others in the form of a murderer's intimidating life?"

There are 41 people who choose to be possible; 42 people who choose not to know; only 3 who explicitly say no.

For a time, she remembered what Yi Yang said: "Although the police officers died of their colleagues and hated her, Zhen Yi, believe it or not, when the public trial is over, the public will definitely stand by her. She gave me The feeling is that she has also left a great psychological shadow, and she is also a victim. "

Zhen Yi installed her phone, rubbed her eyebrows hard, and her head hurt.

The cases of Huai Ru and Lin Han, An Yao and Xu Mo will all be tried in a dozen days, and when the time comes, Zhen Yi will also testify in court. Just now, Yin Duo has sent a document to her mailbox.

Ready to go down the stairs, but saw Yang Zi walked up.

The two met and chatted a few words. Yang Zi said: "Huai Ru is also pitiful, inexplicably taken away by a neuropathy. In order to kill the police officer who was about to die, she is also regarded as self-defense, but now she is in lawsuit."

Zhen Yi was uncomfortable and said lightly: "Whether she is active or forced, killing is killing."

"But she was forced to have no choice. All this is Xu Mo's fault. Huai Ru herself has no harm to society." Yang Zi finished the debate and said, "But I believe you have read the media reports, and public opinion is sympathetic. Huai Ru. Besides, Zhen Yi, you are actually a beneficiary. If Huai Ru did n’t kill Lin Han, what would happen to you? If I said, Huai Ru saved you. But I did n’t expect you to give Yin now Prosecutors are witnesses. "

Zhen Yi said nothing, but felt that since she left the office, she could not speak to Yang Zi anywhere.

Preparing to go, Yang Zi suddenly stopped her: "Zhen Yi, I heard someone say something."

"what's up?"

"An Yao had known Xu Mo before, maybe there was an improper relationship."

Zhen Yi frowned: "What are you talking about?"

Yang Zi was a little stunned: "I just listened to people, gossip with you, what did you do so much?"

Zhen Yi went down the stairs in a bad mood, and all the expressions of depression and suffocation were written on her face.

Yange stood beside the car and looked at her silently.

When driving the door to her, she stopped and said, "Do you want to stay?"

"what?"

"I feel like you want to stay and fight with Prosecutor Yin." He said softly.

Zhen Yi knocked, she did have such a little thought, but: "I don't want to miss the wedding of Yan Xu and An Yao. An Yao she ..."

Zhen Yi felt a little pain in her heart, and just heard Yang Zi's "Gossip" just now.

Maybe she was emotional again, but after the experience of being kidnapped with An Yao, she felt inexplicable that An Yao was a good person.

She is so eloquent that she never loves a friend. And she was an orphan, and she didn't even have a relative at the wedding.

"I went for An Yao."

She took a breath: "It's only a day's delay, it doesn't matter. After the wedding, I will return immediately. Stay up late to testify and testify."

Yan Yan glanced at her and said nothing more.

He has always been so, and he doesn't care much about many things.

The injuries of the two were not good, the driver drove.

After crossing the border, the car did not go to the city center, but went around to the seaside and drove on a very wide road overhanging the sea, with green trees and blue sky.

At sunset, the sea is bright and the sunset is beautiful and thrilling.

Along the road empty, only their car. Perhaps because of the wide field of vision, perhaps because of the beauty of nature, Zhen Yi's bored mood was gradually blown away by the sea breeze, and the mood calmed down for no reason.

The long road came to an end, the car turned around and went up the mountain, and the ocean gradually hidden away from the green trees.

The forests in the south are green and fresh, the flowers are blooming in the mountains, the flowers are colorful, the roses are spread like a waterfall on the entire slope, the yellow daisies are crowded like small animals, and the white paulownia is crystal clear against the green trees. Artwork, a tree full of flowers.

The beautiful scenery in the mountain was so fascinating, Zhen Yi was lying at the window, looking away, her mood improved for a time. Unconsciously sighed: "In fact, it takes only one or two hours to return to the deep city, but for so many years, it has not returned more than 5 times."

The expression was clear and light, and she always looked at her, seeing her lingering at first, gradually lying by the window to blow, and then reaching out to catch the wind, and then later, there was a smile on her face.

He just felt a little relieved, leaning into his seat and slowly closing his eyes, he was really tired.

Fortunately, she seemed to have a natural ability to heal herself quickly. A little bit of unremarkable things made her in a good mood.

In fact, I had long wanted to bring her.

8 years late.

After another half an hour, a long winding and beautiful waterfall appeared in the rolling forest in the distance, and the water was misty.

The trees are shaded and the flowers are in full bloom, hidden in an ancient southern garden.

The pavilions, towers and pavilions are faintly visible. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the tranquility is beautiful, like the gentle and graceful ancient beauty.

A word emerged in Zhen Yi's mind: Taohuayuan.

"You have lived here since childhood?" She asked excitedly.

"Well." He is not salty.

At that time, the sky of the evening glow penetrated through the glass window, and the glaze was generally scattered on his face, which was beautiful and beautiful. Zhen Yi thought suddenly, yeah, only such a place can be called a terrible master.

Only the people born in such places will be so peaceful and peaceful, and the world will not disturb their hearts.

Zhen Yi was inexplicably excited, and then anxious: "Will you see many of your elders?"

"Well." He was still faint, afraid of her nervousness, comforting, "Don't say strange things."

"Strange words?" She felt untrue. "Where would I say strange things?"

"" She really didn't know, and she pondered for a moment, "Don't make that kind of joke."

"What kind?"

"For example, when you see the fruit, you say: Banana is so good, bring your own sleeve; women like bananas."

"..." Zhen Yi was slightly embarrassed. She did say that, but, "Will I say it on this occasion?"

"Oh, I just watch you nervous and want you to relax."

"It's okay not to say. It's more tense when I say it." Zhen Yi deflated.

Yan's gaze moved again, and she was really nervous when she frowned. She felt soft and said softly: "Tomorrow I will see many elders. Then, you can just follow me, no need to say anything. ,give it to me."

In a word, Zhen Yi was so soft in his heart.

In the front of the green trees, there is a gate as old as antiquities, the door opens automatically, and the road under the car becomes a blue stone slab.

There are wooden fence trails, small bridges and flowing waters, and elegant ancient houses all around. All along the road are trees and flowers, and occasionally a corner eaves, a series of wind chimes, or a corner of an ancient painting ...

The car finally stopped and it was already dark.

Yange took her into a courtyard, and there were only two guards at the door, bowing respectfully.

At the entrance, a white jade-embedded rice paper screen, ink paintings sing the Qingming evening, and the wanderer in the painting has the legacy of Wei Jin free and easy.

Bypassing the screen, it is a quiet Chinese-style courtyard, covered with bluestone slabs, cool and thick, and the moistness of the footsteps is absorbed by the earth warmly.

One or two dandelions, yellow flowers and white feathers grow in the cracks.

The waterfall is not far from here, and everywhere you go you can see the gurgling water, crystal clear. There is also a thin spring on the west side of this courtyard. When the wind blows, the yard is watery, like the Jiangnan Yanyu painting.

The main house is a two-story building with wooden windows, terraces, wicker chairs, stone steps, and orchid paper lanterns shining in faint light

In the twilight, the world is expensive.

There is a cluster of bamboos in the corner, a few blue birds bouncing up and down, as if swinging.

A loquat tree was planted by the terrace, and the yellowish loquat was huddled together fatly.

Everything in the garden, even the flower pot shelf, is well-carved, or the paintings are hollowed out, or the monuments are painted. It seems that the whole child has no extravagance.

Here, the beauty is low-key and calm.

Entering the main house, the door is the living room, and the rosewood sofa has a pine-colored cushion in the outer wall, which is light and elegant; there is a tea table near the window, and there is a beauty couch of unknown dynasty.

The living room is very large, with two arched moon doors, and a study on one side. On the table is a black laptop, several black paper notebooks, and several black wooden pen holders, neat and clean.

On the other side are the toilet and a wooden staircase.

The first thing that comes into play is to wash your hands.

Zhen Yi leaned against the door, sighing that even the toilet was a touch of agarwood, the lotus platform for washing her hands was aquamarine enamel, and the walls were decorated with antiques.

Such a quiet and elegant toilet, I am afraid that five-star hotels are not comparable.

"Are we here to wait for them to come to life?"

"They don't come."

"Then what are we doing here?"

Yange was wiping her hands with a towel. After listening to her, she looked at her and said, "I live here."

"Really?" She widened her eyes.

This quaint place has become particularly intimate because it is where he grew up.

She looked at the stairs: "Isn't it your bedroom above?"

"Ok."

She was interested: "Can I go up and see?"

"It's dinner time."

She smiled, very understanding and considerate: "Okay." And then said, "Can I sleep on this tonight?"

"..." Yange said, "There is a room in the West Chamber."

Zhen Yi was dissatisfied: "For you, am I just a guest?"

"..."

Really ...

"No."

"Then why should I sleep in the room?"

It seems to have always been the case, she always has a bunch of distortions, clear logic, but he can not refute.

He lowered his head and wiped his hands, not talking.

Zhen Yi leaned against the door lazily: "Speech, I know you like me. Although you don't say it, I have found it."

His face was white and handsome, quiet for a few seconds, and he turned on the faucet to wash his hands again.

Zhen Yiyi was complacent, holding her hand to her head and smirking. The tone was so unbearable: "I know you like me, gimmick, it's not a general favorite, it's just like it ~"

"You are willing to take me home, in fact, you think I am Yan Xu's sister-in-law? Yeah, do you want to marry me?"

The words didn't say a word, and under the milky white light, a hint of red was floating on the cheeks.

Someone's villain is crazy, "Since that is the case, you haven't taken the initiative to get me done? Otherwise, I was abducted by another man, and you just hid in the quilt alone. Seriously, you will I ’m better. Be careful that I ’m angry. If I get angry, I ’ll take another man ’s hand and anger you. ”

The pupil of Yange's eyes deepened and said, "You won't."

"..."

Her smile narrowed and she said nothing for a few seconds.

It was quiet at night, there were birds tweeting outside, and the water from the faucet inside was gurgling.

"Yes, I won't."

There was no relief in the voice, and there was very little grievance,

"You just know that I won't know, I know I'm dead to you, so it doesn't matter to me."

She twisted her body so she didn't overdo it.

His expression was a little stunned, and he was a little annoyed. She finally got rid of HK's troubles and returned to Shenzhen City. Finally, she was in a better mood and he angered her again.

"Zhen Yi," he turned off the faucet, and said softly, "I don't think it doesn't matter."

She didn't listen, her head was bowed, and she was frustrated.

Words made her totally defeated without thinking of her own words, and suddenly she was a little helpless, remembering that she said she was boring.

He touched the back of her hand: "Zhen Yi, I didn't. Don't be angry."

She cried in her voice: "I'm already angry."

Hearing her sobbing voice, he became more and more at a loss and was very nervous, but his mouth would only repeat awkwardly: "Zhen Yi, don't be angry."

"Then kiss me." She let out her compassionately.

Yan Ge blushed, thinking for a second, and finally leaned slowly, leaning her head, leaning closer to her, very light, very light, and touched her lips. Soft, soft, breathing warm.

Zhen Yi's heart was shaking, beautiful and delicate, but he didn't spare him: "I am talking about deep kisses."

The expression was stunned, and the red on his face climbed to his ears.

At this time, the sound of twilight drums came from the tranquil garden, one by one, thick and long in the evening mist, as if coming from ancient times.

"what is this?"

"dinner time."

"Then let's go quickly." Although I really want to kiss him, but for the first time to eat at the mother-in-law's house, I want to make a good impression on the family.

With a "huh" speech, his nervous heartbeat calmed down a moment ago. Actually, I'm ready. Well, I can't tell whether I'm happy or sorry at the moment.

Out of the door, around the promenade, the night wind blew from the fence, with the light fragrance of honeysuckle, clear and pure.

Zhen Yi said: "Speech, you owe me a deep kiss, remember!"

"... Well." He asked for a while, "Zhen Yi."

"Ok?"

"You were actually not angry just now."

"Haha. Anyway you owe me a deep kiss."

In the blink of an eye, there was a small tower in the corner of his courtyard, the evil wind chimes of the eaves jingled in the wind, and the lights were on the attic.

"What's there?"

"Old things." He said briefly, seeing that she was still looking around, pulling her arm, "Go away." Pushing her to the front, he couldn't help but look back, glancing at the attic above.

At night, it's as bright as the sun.

His sun is there.

On the water pavilion, lotus leaves are fragrant and reeds are floating. When we arrived at the restaurant, the others had just arrived. There are no relatives of the uncles, only a small family.

Zhen Yi met Yan Dad's dad this time, wearing a casual T-shirt, quite elegant and handsome. He was polite to Zhen Yi, but obviously didn't like it much.

At the beginning, Zhen Yi tried to talk to her uncle and aunt, but after all she parried but they were too polite and intimate, and gradually she stopped talking, and was somewhat lost, watching the servant's dish.

The family seems to be vegetarian today, steamed bamboo shoots, cold cucumbers, parsley and lily ... all colors and flavors, but she has no appetite.

Yan Mu talked to An Yao about the wedding while taking advantage of the dishes, and unconsciously showed her love for An Yao. Saying that their fate is doomed.

Zhen Yi remembered An Yao saying that she had seen her when she was a child, but she didn't remember it very much.

Such a thought is really a fate.

The mother-in-law talked about the details of the wedding ceremony the day after tomorrow. She went to the church, worshipped, wohai, Xieying, held hands ...

Zhen Yi was fascinated by the sound and looked forward to it. But listening, watching Yan Yan's meticulous care for An Yao, she felt a little panic acid.

Looking down, I felt unprecedentedly strange and helpless. The next second, Yan Ge reached out his hand from under the table, the palm was warm and covered her little hand.

She turned her head ignorantly, his dark eyes looked at her, her long eyelashes drooped, her other hand raised chopsticks, and various dishes were sandwiched into her bowl: "eat more. Leg injury is not good, Ben It's time to rest, but I have to let you come, sorry. "

For a time, Zhen Yi was so moved that she felt happy.

She rarely spoke very often, and her parents understood it as soon as she opened her mouth. She greeted Zhen Yi's injury and she was not left out.

After eating, Yan parents went to accompany grandpa and grandma to make tea.

Yange and Yanxu routinely went to the terrace to blow their hair and play Go.

Zhen Yi couldn't understand it, so she sat beside the railing and watched An Yao making tea.

On the wedding day, An Yao wanted to personally make tea for her in-laws. When the relatives of all sizes and sizes would watch, tea art was the most intuitive skill of the new daughter-in-law.

In the night breeze, the water mist curls, the tea fragrance is faint, and the sound of the clean Go game makes people feel calm.

Zhen Yi looked at Anyao Sicha and was curious: "Anyao, how did you meet Yanyan when he was a child? Why did he call you Rusheng? Is it your nickname?"

An Yao stopped for a second, his eyes closed, and did not answer. Zhen Yi's cell phone ring interrupted the silence.

After putting down the phone, Zhen Yi said: "An Yao, you don't have to blame yourself that much."

"What's wrong?" She was scalding her tea.

"The police initially gave you a self-defense killing. But now the forensic test result is out, and the blade has penetrated Xu Mo's chest. It's close to the heart, but it just missed, only a few millimeters away."

"Oh." An Yao was ironing the tea cup carefully.

"Si Gui asked me to tell you that Xu Mo did not die from the blade you stabbed into, but died from drowning. Your self-defense behavior did not kill anyone."

Dingdong was crisp, and the pieces in Yan Xu's hand fell on the board.

Zhen Yi stopped and looked away.

The expression was indifferent, and he put the broken pieces back to their original positions one by one, raised his eyes to see the words vividly, his eyes deep, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The words are silent.

Zhen Yi didn't think much and comforted An Yao: "Don't have so much psychological burden ..." Halfway through, thinking of Yang Zi's words, I felt uncomfortable and asked in a low voice: "Did you mess with anyone recently?"

"What's wrong?" An Yao stared at the water boiler, and the tea brewed for a long time would not taste good.

"Rumor legend, you and Xu Mo knew each other very early, and ..." Zhen Yi couldn't say anything.

An Yao's face was white for a while, but it was hardly detectable: "It's nothing." She calmed down and finally brewed a cup of crystal tea, holding it to her words.

Yan Ge looked at the chessboard and said lightly: "You and Xu Mo did know each other very early."

This "you" is of course An Yao.

The water in An Yao's teacup swayed gently. When the wind blows, a laurel tree on the terrace sways gently, and a white and soft petal falls into the tea cup, rippling.

The words drew their eyes down like they were still.

"Ji Yang asked you, when Xu Mo came to see you, did you notice anything wrong with him."

An Yao poured the tea in the cup and brewed it again: "That's how I met Yan Xu, so I mistakenly thought that Xu Mo liked me and took the opportunity to approach, so I didn't doubt his mental problem."

"Logically there is no problem, but it makes no sense." Yange is still playing chess.

While An Yao was on her back, she was still making tea.

Like two masters.

"I have always been indifferent to outsiders, so I didn't cater to it, and I didn't want to refuse."

"If you don't have words, you will indeed do so." The long lattice finger pointed to picking the pieces on the board, and said, "But words are different, it's different."

Zhen Yi suddenly understood that even if a woman has a fixed relationship, she will accept the love of other men, but An Yao will not.

"You like words very much, because he, you keep a distance from all men, colleagues and patients are close to you at work, even if only a little kindness is revealed, you will definitely refuse."

The expression was calm on the side, "And, after kidnapping you, Xu Mo did not show any other thoughts to you. And you are not the kind of person who will be amorous. Because of the words, you are extremely slow to other men. Therefore, An Yao, you have not misunderstood Xu Mo. "

An Yao poured tea quietly into the teacup, but the crystal-clear tea flow was shaking.

"You know that Xu Mo kept looking for you because of psychological problems. In other words, you knew Xu Mo had delusions."

What does this mean?

Zhen Yi stared at An Yao in surprise, but she just picked up the teacup again and sent it to Yan Xu.

Yan Xu raised her hand and took it, holding it gently, saying, "She just doesn't want to cause trouble to herself. That's all."

An Yao stood beside Yan Xu, lowering her head, unable to see her expression clearly.

Yan Xu said: "Xu Qian's death has left a shadow on Ru Sheng. If everyone blames her for not realizing Xu Mo's psychological problems this time, she will not be able to bear it."

Yan Yan raised his eyes and looked at Yan Xu.

The same beautiful face, the same clear and deep black eyes

On the terrace, the wind chimes rang softly.

Yan Jie withdrew her gaze, and picked up the pieces without any trouble, saying: "Fortunately, An Yao's knife just brushed over Xu Mo's heart, and there was no central point. Otherwise, even if she was killing herself in self-defense, she would definitely feel sorry. What did the police say? "

The latter sentence asks Zhen Yi.

Zhen Yi's scalp tingled, said: "It may be that he rolled off the conveyor belt, fell into the pool and drowned. In this way, An Yao was indirectly caused. But"

Yange took the words and said in a clear tone: "But they also do not rule out the possibility of An Yao further drowning Xu Mo, right?"

"" Zhen Yi didn't say anything.

The bright moon on the terrace is very bright and quiet.

Zhen Yi found that if one day, if this man regarded the enemy as an enemy, the other party was afraid that there would be absolutely no place to escape, and the death would be extremely miserable.

Zhen Yi whispered: "The police still want to ask An Yao to cooperate with the investigation tomorrow, or they come over."

An Yao drowned Xu Mo further? If so, the nature is different. Xu Mo was stabbed and no longer capable of threatening. This is no longer self-defense.

"Then let them come. Rusheng wants to prepare for the wedding, there is no time." Yan quietly finished drinking the tea in the cup, got up, pulled An Yao, and left.

After playing chess, Zhen Yi and Yan Ge walked back. On the way, Zhen Yi kept silent and peeked several times, but at night, he couldn't see his expression clearly.

She thought that Yan Yan might have suspected An Yao.

At the beginning of the marriage, it really is

Through the crescent gate on the fence, Zhen Yi looked at the tower again, diverging the topic and mood: "Is it your building?"

"Ok."

"I want to go up and see, OK?"

The expression was a little hesitant, but the mood was not very good at this moment, maybe just go up and stay for a while.

"Go."

Agarwood burned in the tower, the first floor was simple and clean, with no furniture, only light and clean decoration on the wooden wall, and a white jade vase with narrow neck was placed on the window sill, like a slim and shy beauty, with a red mountain flower inside.

Go up the wooden ladder, the second floor is a study, quiet and clean.

Going up to the third floor, it was still a study, but it was different from the second floor.

A desk in front of the window was filled with pen, ink, paper and inkstones, and the bookshelves on the four walls, from the floor to the sky, were filled with books.

However, they are exactly the same black line book size, thin and thick, all the same.

Only this kind of book.

Zhen Yi inexplicably felt that he had gone back to ancient times, in a certain historian's study.

"How are these books the same?" Zhen Yi walked to the bookshelf and raised her hand to get a black book, but inexplicably afraid to touch it.

Turning his head to look at the speech, he also seemed a little nervous, and she could even hear his unstable breath.

He frowned lightly and seemed to be making a major decision. Finally, he went to the window: "The books here are in order." He raised his hand and went to draw a certain one, suddenly

A sound penetrated the silent treetops and the night, and came sternly:

"brother!!!"

Zhen Yi was shocked, and could not believe that such a heart-breaking cry came from Yan Xu.

Hurrying to Yan Xu, in his courtyard, several black men guarded the door of the ancient house.

An Yao sat on the stone steps at the door, with an empty expression, as if dead.

So many people, but there was no sound in the courtyard.

The door opened.

An Yao looked back immediately, but ...

The mother-in-law, several men in black, and the doctor carrying the medicine box walked out.

There is no expression.

Words stepped forward and grabbed the medicine chest and fell to the ground. All the pills in the syringe bottle fell out.

Zhen Yi had never seen such words, and was shocked.

At night, his side face was terribly cold, his fists were clenched tightly, and the back of his hand was stretched with blue muscles:

"Have you given him a hypnotic?"

"When necessary, you will do the same to you." Yan Mu's beautiful face with irresistible majesty gave Zhen Yi a glance. "Speech, if you want to protect the person you want to protect, don't be me. What you are allowed to do. "

"As before, to protect you, I can hurt anyone, including your lover."

Zhen Yi didn't know why, his spine was cold, looking at the words, his face was pale, blood began to ooze on his injured shoulder, and the wound split

Mother Yan went down the steps and stopped next to An Yao. Her expression was colder than the night breeze, and she never looked like a good mother-in-law:

"The police arrived within half an hour. An Yao, you know what to do."

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