45 Returning Echo | I'm sure
"Is lawyer Chen Bangjie a bad guy?"
She asked softly, but it was like throwing a stone into a deep well, and the echoes hit Jiang Yu's eardrums in circles.
Jiang Yu said, "Not really."
"What doesn't count."
He lowered his eyes and glanced at Lin Weifeng, his eyelashes forming a row of fine shadows on his lower eyelids.
"When you mentioned Chen Bangjie to me, I thought he sounded familiar, but I couldn't place him. It wasn't until I saw his English name, Jan Ting, that I remembered his father."
"His father."
"Twenty years ago, after Operation Hundred Flowers, a branch of Wang Heng's group was accused of smuggling cultural relics, and his father was the chief defense lawyer."
Lin Weifeng tightened her fingertips slightly: "Is Chen Bangjie also providing legal services to the Miao family now?"
"He didn't," Jiang Yu replied. "That's why he's been monitored. And because he didn't, he doesn't count."
Lin Weifeng suddenly understood.
Chen Bangjie is not an enemy, but also not an ally. He is just a pawn placed on the edge of the chessboard that may be kicked away at any time.
"So he didn't add me on WeChat because he was afraid I might be monitored?"
Jiang Yu hummed, his Adam's apple rolling under his thin skin, "But he doesn't know that the Miao Group is afraid of you suing."
Lin Weifeng lowered his eyes and thought of the bronze drum in front of the law firm - the drum surface was engraved with intricate floral curves, like ancient vines entwined with time.
"But he said he liked the Flower Curve... Aren't the artifacts lost during Operation Hundred Flowers related to Flower? Doesn't he have any connection to the Miao Group?"
"He probably likes the pure Blossom Curve artifacts themselves, not the ones stained with blood," Jiang Yu laughed briefly. "But perhaps, it's also because of his love for Blossom Curve that his father accepted funding from the Miao Group and provided legal services."
So that's how it is.
The relationships between people are too complicated.
The tangled thread in Lin Weifeng's heart finally found its end.
The anxiety is gradually revealed, bringing a sense of peace.
"sorry."
Jiang Yu suddenly said.
Lin Weifeng was puzzled: "Huh?"
"That hyacinth hairband," Jiang Yu paused, "If it weren't for it..."
"They're going to get me," she interrupted, her tone as calm as if she were stating the weather. "Whatever I wear is me."
Jiang Yu lowered his head and rested his forehead on her uninjured shoulder for a long time, with an imperceptible sob.
Lin Weifeng reached out and ran his fingertips through his short stubble, as if comforting a wounded animal.
Lin Weifeng said: "In a little while, I will go to the airport."
"I send you."
"Do you still have a mission and can't return home?"
"Um."
"Then... I'll go ahead and wait for your confession in the territory."
Jiang Yu raised his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red from the light, but he nodded vigorously as if making a promise.
He said, "Okay."
"After we return home," she curved her eyes, as if folding all her reluctance into that smile, "let's make a date, okay?"
"good."
Outside the window, a touch of light gold gently passed through the sky, and the night slowly faded into an indigo sky.
Jiang Yu stood up, opened the curtains, and came back to hug her.
He held her wrist, his palm burning hot, but he said nothing, just wrapped her fingers tighter.
Orange and gold intertwine, and the clouds shine with wavy bright edges.
Lin Weifeng curved her eyes and said, "Jiang Yu, this is a sunrise that belongs to both of us."
The light passed through the gaps between their interlaced fingers and fell on their overlapping shadows like a hot stamp.
Jiang Yu repeated, "This is a sunrise that belongs to both of us."
Lin Weifeng: "I missed it several times, but finally I saw it."
Wait until the sun jumps out of the entire horizon.
Jiang Yu asked: "Breeze, do you remember at the Anhe Hotel, you asked me if I was a good person or a bad person?"
Lin Weifeng uttered a long "hmm" and said, "Of course I remember."
Jiang Yu's Adam's apple rolled.
The sunlight fell on his eyelashes, casting a row of fine golden lines, covering the subtle darkness under his eyes.
Jiang Yu: "Do you still remember my answer?"
Lin Weifeng smiled and said, "You said you are a good person with a bit of bad side."
Jiang Yu reached out, placed his palm on the back of her head, and pressed her into his arms.
"If I had said at that time that I was a bad person, what would you have done?"
Jiang Yu asked seriously, it didn't sound like a joke, nor did it sound like a simple assumption.
Lin Weifeng didn't rush to answer.
She first rubbed the side of his neck with the tip of her nose, then raised her hand and traced her fingertips along his jawline all the way to his temples.
"Actually," she finally said, "I'm pretty sure you're a good person."
Jiang Yu didn't say anything, but just tightened his arms.
Lin Weifeng repeated, "I'm sure, Jiang Yu."
Jiang Yu asked softly, "Why?"
Lin Weifeng smiled and said, "Because—you remember where I twisted my neck."
Hearing this, Jiang Yu smiled and kissed her.
The border washes away all the gloom.
The crowd was moving at the airport. Xing Zhou pushed the loving wheelchair and brought Lin Weifeng to Sun Zhengxiao, and then went to send Zhou Rui home.
After Sun Zhengxiao made contact with him, she squatted down and stared at Lin Weifeng, frowning in surprise: "What's going on? Last time he was a hostage, this time he's the victim?"
Lin Weifeng supported herself with her arms, held a hyacinth flower in her hands, and stood up.
Sun Zhengxiao asked, "Are you bankrupt? Why did you come back with nothing but a 'token of love'?"
"It's a long story."
Not far away, Song Ze stood there waving and pointing behind him, indicating to get in the car.
They walked there slowly.
Lin Weifeng said to Sun Zhengxiao, "I understand the stalemate before marriage, but are you two really that inseparable?"
"I originally came here alone," Sun Zhengxiao covered her mouth, "but then Jiang Yu called Song Ze and asked him to help carry you home."
"Jiang Yu asked him to come."
"It's not giving in, it's threatening."
"Blackmail?"
"Jiang Yu said Song Ze exposed his circle of friends and chat history!"
“…”
Lin Weifeng didn't say anything and got into the car slowly.
Song Ze was driving, and Sun Zhengxiao sat in the back with Lin Weifeng, using the pillow as her human armchair.
Lin Weifeng said casually: "Are you still living in the dormitory?"
"Still living. I've been busy with the restoration project for 'Framed Ladies' these past two days, and I've lost a lot of hair."
Song Ze said, "The wedding room has been decorated. I told her to go home after class, but she insisted on staying by that person's side to monitor him. Isn't this asking for trouble?"
Sun Zhengxiao poked Weifeng's arm: "You saw the message I sent you yesterday, right?"
"Well," she said in an unusually calm tone, "Ning Sicheng likes Jiang Yu."
"You don't care?"
Lin Weifeng said: "Jiang Yu doesn't like her."
The young couple hummed in unison and clicked their tongues.
"However, the last time Song Ze came to see me at school, when we were eating in the cafeteria and talking about the wedding, Ning Sicheng heard that Jiang Yu was going." Sun Zhengxiao muttered with her head down.
Lin Weifeng: "Did you invite her?"
"How could I?" Sun Zhengxiao said immediately, "But she's a very self-centered person. I'm worried that she'll mess things up."
"The venue..." Lin Weifeng muttered silently. She remembered, "Last time you said that your wedding date coincided with the date of the Ladies' Framed Paintings' outing, and you wanted my help. What help?"
Having said that, Sun Zhengxiao inadvertently looked up at the rearview mirror inside the car and looked at Song Ze for a moment.
At first she hummed a few words, but couldn't utter more than a few words. She grinned and laughed so hard that she asked for a beating.
Then he avoided the key question and said, "It's a collision. The wedding is in five days, but I'm leaving the day after tomorrow."
Lin Weifeng couldn't see her expression and added, "My mom also said that you sent the veil to my house. Was she mistaken?"
Unexpectedly, the two of them kept hesitating and refused to explain clearly.
Sun Zhengxiao just said: "That's for you."
"Bridesmaids also have veils?"
"Yeah, you're my best friend, so you have to have a veil."
"So what about your best friend? How can I help you?"
Sun Zhengxiao had no choice but to pout, "As long as you go and follow the wedding planner's arrangements, you'll be helping me."
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After Sheng Xin learned that Lin Weifeng was seriously injured, he gave her an indefinite leave.
All field work assignments were cancelled, and she was asked to do the remaining work at home.
When work was not urgent, Gu Chengxiu would just let her lie on the bed and not allow her to move.
However, she still can't sit idle. After all, cultural relics work can be measured in "years", while cultural relics recovery work can only be measured in "hours", so she has to keep working online.
The report written by Meng Lu has caused a certain amount of heat among scholars and experts.
Over the years, countless cultural relics have been lost through the "three thefts" of tomb robbing, salvaging, and theft.
The New Year has arrived, and it is the time for the compilation of the "Beijing-Hong Kong Annual Cultural Relics Black Book". The official put forward the concept of "illegitimate children of cultural relics", which became a hot word on the Internet overnight.
Beijing-Hong Kong Satellite TV and Jinhe Law Firm jointly launched a live broadcast, and Lin Weifeng was invited to participate.
Because she was injured, although she had recovered a little, the organizer was still considerate enough to send a live broadcast team to her home.
When he opened the door, Lin Weifeng discovered that it was an old acquaintance with whom he had an unpleasant relationship, Zhao Duan.
Before Zhao Duan entered the room, he mentioned to Lin Weifeng: "Has Lawyer Lin seen the last interview clip?"
"I saw it~" Lin Weifeng answered in a rhythmic and deliberate tone, "What Officer Jiang said is the same as my voiceover at the time."
Zhao Duan said, "Do lawyers tend to hold grudges?"
The makeup artist began to touch up Lin Weifeng's makeup. Lin Weifeng lifted her arm and suddenly looked up at Zhao Duan. She nodded and smiled, "You're right."
Zhao Duan didn't show any temper this time. He smiled casually and said, "It wasn't long ago. It's only natural to hold a grudge."
Lin Weifeng was stunned: "It's only been a short time?"
She felt that a lot had happened, and suddenly she felt as if she was in another world.
"Yes, the documentary 'Wenyuan Encyclopedia' just finished showing," Zhao Duan said, "but don't worry this time. There are no keywords today. Just stick to your professional language."
The live broadcast went smoothly.
In response to the frequent emergence of "illegitimate cultural relics," Lin Weifeng said that it's necessary to clarify the "family background" and initiate the "household registration" process, which are all feasible measures. As the Cultural Relics Protection Law also stipulates, citizens are encouraged to organize legal collections, and the conditional exchange or legal transfer of cultural relics is legal.
When asked by reporters how to encourage more national treasures to return home, Lin Weifeng firmly answered with two words: "Retrieve."
She did not discuss it with Sheng Xin, nor did she report it to the management committee of Jinhe Law Firm. Instead, she used the live broadcast platform to announce her plan to initiate civil judicial procedures to recover the Fanhua Silk Book.
Make it known to the public.
At the end, Zhao Duan commented with an outsider's intuition: "Lawyer Lin, without the key words to frame your speech, it feels like you stand tall but go too far."
Lin Weifeng understood that Zhao Duan's reminder to her was a bit too aggressive.
As expected, Xing Zhou quickly told her: "Can you come to the law firm tomorrow? Lawyer Jin wants to see you."
It rained at night, and the next morning the water on the roadside froze into discontinuous ice.
Today is Lin Weifeng’s first time going out recently, to the law firm to be “trained”.
She was mentally prepared and still appeared to be full of energy.
But the closer you get to your workstation, the more you feel that the magnetic field is not right.
Fatigue was written on everyone's face. Colleagues who used to greet her warmly would only respond with a polite "hmm" or "oh" for a second when they saw her.
The most unusual thing was that the lights in Sheng Xin’s office were on.
No one was there, but the computer was on and the coffee cup was steaming.
She came in person.
Lin Weifeng has great ambitions, but he doesn't want to develop a situation where he has to fight against a hundred people alone.
As usual, she asked Xing Zhou: "What happened at the institute?"
Xing Zhou replied: [Yesterday, the administrative team lost a case in the second instance that they could have won. The management committee held a meeting overnight to try to preserve the unit's legal counsel contract for next year.]
Lin Weifeng: [I thought it was because of my outrageous words...]
Xing Zhou: [You just happened to run into the gun.]
As soon as he mentioned the gunpoint, Lawyer Jin's secretary came to call Lin Weifeng over.
"You just need to serve Jingbo well. If they don't take the initiative to pursue the claim, why should we pursue it?"
Before entering the door, Lin Weifeng heard Lawyer Jin's raised voice through the door.
The secretary knocked on the door for Lin Weifeng and said, "Jin Lu, Sheng Lu, Lin Lu is here."
The door opened, and the hot air from the central air conditioning, wrapped in the smell of coffee and paper files, hit me in the face.
The morning haze was like a layer of damp gauze, shrouding the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Lawyer Jin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his gray-blue tie tied tightly, as if he wanted to lock all his anxiety under his Adam's apple.
Sheng Xin sat against the light, turned his head and gave Lin Weifeng a reassuring look, turning an uncapped pen between his fingers, the metal reflection flashing.
Lin Weifeng gently closed the door behind him. With a "click", the air pressure in the room was tightened again.
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