Although his family's Wen Xin said she would give birth to a child for him, she just said it as a joke.
But there is no man who doesn't like his beloved woman to be willing to leave offspring for him. This is the crystallization of love between two people, and it is also the continuation and witness of love.
He snorted at the time, his mouth was stiff, but his heart felt as if he had soaked in a hot spring, warm and comfortable, and his whole body felt relaxed.
He happily took her downstairs to eat, peeled crab meat for her with his own hands, put the peeled crab meat on her plate, and looked at her red little mouth waiting for him to feed her. She sucked the snow-white crab leg meat and ate the fragrant crab roe, pursing her lips several times while enjoying the delicious food.
The hairy crabs in the restaurant were big and fresh. Wen Xin kept saying they were delicious. She even peeled off a crab leg and put it into his mouth with her own hands, smilingly asking him to try it too, saying that it was good for men, nourishing the kidneys and strengthening the yang.
Yan Zeyang sneered in his heart. He also needed to nourish the kidneys and strengthen his sexual function? joke!
However, I still ate the crystal crab meat on her fingers. It was fun and a warm little sweet thing.
What does warmth feel like in Yan Zeyang’s heart? Maybe she doesn't know it herself.
Only Yan Zeyang himself knows that she is sometimes gentle and considerate, sometimes coquettish and naughty, sometimes bold and unrestrained, and sometimes shy and timid.
She seems to be very self-reliant, but sometimes her spiritual world is completely independent.
Sometimes she is as frightened as a little rabbit, but sometimes, she is not afraid of anything, and even does not take this world for granted. She dares to go anywhere and try everything, as if she is playing with life.
He hesitated for a long time and never said out loud what he guessed, because he was afraid that what he guessed was just a bubble, and once it burst, he would be left with nothing.
If I have to describe her, then in Yan Zeyang's heart, she is the one he loves, the little fairy from the future world who broke her wings to stay by his side and belongs only to him.
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When they returned home in the evening, the two were very sweet and contented. He put her on his legs, looked at her smooth back, and swayed his waist to his heart's content, reaching the extreme peak of happiness with her. He and she were surprisingly harmonious in this respect.
The next morning, he felt refreshed. Seeing that it was still early, he squatted in the bathroom to wash the clothes that she had been too lazy to wash for two days, and hung them all up. He also put the panties in a place where there would be plenty of sunlight. There was also a smooth, black bowl-shaped object. Yan Zeyang didn't know what it was before, but later he found out that it was the thing that wrapped the pair of little cuties.
A big man, holding two bowl-shaped cloths in his hands, thought of the scene when he first saw her, with a slight smile on his face, and his big hands were awkwardly helping her scrub.
Although he didn't know how to wash it and felt like he had no idea where to start, he finally washed it clean.
He went downstairs to buy her breakfast and warmed it up in the pot. He also cleaned up the hall. He sorted out her snacks, dried fruits, half-drunk tea on the coffee table, and the books placed messily on the cabinet. After everything was in order, he took the military uniform at the door and put it on.
Then he walked into the bedroom with the hat, sat by the bed, looked at her for a while, and tidied up her black hair that covered the entire pillow.
He got up and walked out, closed the door, put on his hat, and drove back to the base in the early morning night.
As soon as the car drove into the gate, a guard ran over to salute, "Captain, this is an expedited package sent from the Kyoto Military Region last night."
Yan Zeyang took a look and took it. It was written on it that it was written by Commander Yan of the 137th Unit of Huzhou City. "I understand." Then he drove the car in.
After getting out of the car, he walked straight into the office with something in his hand.
He threw the package aside, took off his hat, walked to the desk, picked up the phone and made a call.
After the call was transferred, Yan Zeyang asked directly in a deep voice: "What happened to the package?"
"Captain." The other party said, "I called last night and they said you were not at the base. It was like this. Before I could collect anything, the woman you asked me to investigate got into trouble. She had an affair with a boy in the same class. The next day, she called the police and said the boy had raped her. The boy was arrested. He had a relative in the police line. In the end, it was found that the two were in a relationship. The girl also accepted things and money worth 200 yuan from the boy. It was consensual. This incident had a great impact. The school has expelled both of them.
I took the opportunity to seize all the woman's belongings except her luggage. There was a notebook with strange writings on it, and the captain's name was on it. I think you should take a look at it. I don't know if this woman is a spy or not, and whether she will do anything bad to you. She has now been picked up by her family. ”
Yan Zeyang hung up the phone.
After thinking for a moment, he turned around, took the package, tore open the outer paper wrapping, and found a stack of paper inside.
Since it had already been mailed, the person on the phone mailed over all the items they considered suspicious.
Yan Zeyang sat back in his chair and looked at a few of the letters. They were all letters that Wen Xin had mailed to her before. He glanced at them quickly and threw them aside. The rest were manuscripts that Song Qian wrote for magazines and newspapers at school. They were all drafts. Some had been published, while others had never been published. There were marks on them.
Yan Zeyang frowned and flipped through the books. They were all about the sadness of the passing of time, or some eye-catching short stories.
He looked at the last diary-like thing again. There were only some scribbled drafts and some records of inspiration. There was nothing suspicious in it.
When I turned to the end, I saw a page with a corner folded.
He unfolded that corner and looked over it intently.
When he saw his name, his pupils shrank slightly.
This piece of paper was hastily scribbled on with a pen, and it was obvious that the author was either very confused or trying to hide something. The handwriting was unclear and the writing was very brief, with only key words marked. I guess only the author himself would understand what it meant after reading it.
At the beginning, they were arranged according to names, with the male protagonist first, followed by his name.
There are only two words below: Leading Actress, followed by nothing, and then Supporting Actress 1, Supporting Actress 2, Supporting Actress 3...
Male supporting role one, two, three, four…eight.
On the supporting female role, there are two familiar words written: warmth.
Yan Zeyang's face had already darkened, and he continued to read.
Next is the arrangement by year, with each year followed by a few messy words.
In the years seven or eight, the words "College Entrance Examination" and "Kyoto" were followed, and in the year after that, the words "University", "Female Supporting Role" and "Yan Family" were followed.
In 1980, the Yan family's address, correspondence, and the male protagonist's job transfer were still marked, and the female supporting role fled south.
In the next few years, there was marriage, graduation, and privilege.
Later, private enterprises and entrepreneurship...
At first, Yan Zeyang just scanned it quickly, but as more and more dates appeared, until he reached 2018, Yan Zeyang straightened his back, his handsome face became cold and stern, his brows slightly furrowed, and he began to carefully distinguish the key words behind each year above.
The more I looked at him, the gloomier his expression became, and he even saw the words "Hong Kong" and "Return". More and more names came out, and his name was mixed in from time to time.
He stared at the thing in his hand, his thoughts flying, 2018? Why is it such a coincidence? Was this something that woman imagined, or...
Is she the same as Wen Xin?
One year, three words were marked behind it: warmth and death! And drew several circles.
Just as he was looking at this thing, his heart was filled with doubts, and there was an inexplicable panic in his calmness, and a hint of anger.
"Report!" A company commander knocked on the door and walked in, handing him a training plan for the soldiers in the company. The company commander was very nervous because their physical training results in this random check were not very good, and he was afraid that the regiment commander would scold him.
But he didn't expect that after the plan was submitted, Captain Yan nodded and waved his hand to let him go out. When the company commander went out, he still felt incredible that Captain Yan didn't say anything. He thought he was going to be scolded. He was prepared. If the captain scolded him, he would go back and scold those useless soldiers to death.
After sending the people away, Yan Zeyang picked up the notebook on the table again and looked at the pages of records. The more he read, the more it seemed as if all this could really happen. It felt like a heavy stone was pressing on his heart, and something he could not predict was slowly revealing its true face to him. But he hesitated and did not dare to face the truth easily.
But retreating is definitely not the behavior of a man, or even a soldier.
Half a month later.
Yan Zeyang took a whole day off and rushed to Huanhua City with his confidant Zhao Dongsheng.
He had already investigated. After being expelled from school in early June, Song Qian returned to the Song family and was married to a fool the next day. During the bridal chamber, she kicked the other man's fool's son's thing to pieces. Amid the fool's wailing and the screams in the house, Song Qian found a chance to escape in a panic. Later, she followed a 30-year-old man at the train station, boarded a train, and went all the way to Huanhua City. Later, because she had no identity documents, she was imprisoned at the man's home. When she accidentally resisted, she poked out the man's eyes and escaped again.
After being arrested by the police for having no identity document, she and the man were both imprisoned. In mid-August, she was sentenced to 20 years in prison for assault.
The next time Yan Zeyang saw her was in the visiting room of the Fourth Prison in Huanhua City. Twenty-year-old Song Qian was wearing a gray prison uniform and handcuffs and shackles. She had just been in prison and looked terrified. When she walked in, she saw Yan Zeyang.
She rushed over at once, but was firmly pulled out of the handcuffs by the prison guard behind her and pressed on the stool opposite the table in the visiting room.
"Yan Zeyang, get me out, I beg you, I'm willing to do anything you want me to do." Song Qian was in a very bad mood, her mouth was trembling with excitement, and if you looked closely you could see the lumps on her cheeks and the wounds at the corners of her mouth.
Life in the women's prison is not pleasant. No matter where you are, the rule of the jungle always exists. A thin and good-looking young woman like her will always be the one being bullied.
Yan Zeyang was sitting there in a military uniform. He glanced at the prison guard, who nodded at him, turned and walked out of the visiting room, closing the door gently.
He is not a god and does not have three heads and six arms. The reason why he has so many relationships is just that of friends that he borrows for his own use.
Those close friends of the same status as him, those good brothers and buddies who grew up with him in the compound, each of these people has a strong background. They are all in different positions and have different networks of relationships, and these networks are interconnected.
Such a small thing is just a matter of making a phone call.
Therefore, there is almost no one in this world that he cannot find, and nothing that he cannot do. It is even more practical, convenient, and useful than asking his father or the uncles he knows for help, and he has to pay less. This is his sphere of influence and his way of doing things.
"Song Qian, I know your situation is very bad right now. I can ask someone to take care of you in prison, but you have to answer me honestly when I ask you questions."
He took out her notebook and turned to that page. He did not hand it to her, but opened it so that she could see the words clearly. His face was solemn and his eyes were sharp. He asked in a deep voice: "This is what I found in your notebook. My name is in it. Can you explain it?"
Song Qian, who was originally very excited, became surprisingly calm after seeing the scribbled words in the notebook.
In just two months, the young Song Qian's cheeks became sunken, she became as thin as a bag of bones as if blown by the wind, and her eyes had lost their former luster. She stared at the notebook for a long time before looking at Yan Zeyang, who had been patiently waiting for her to speak.
"You came all the way from Huzhou just for this. I said that when I return to the Song family, I will have nothing but the luggage roll..." Song Qian laughed, and she leaned back on the backrest. She looked at the person opposite and said, "Okay, as long as you get me out, I will tell you everything."
As if he had expected her to say this, Yan Zeyang paused, put the notebook on the table, and said with a relaxed look: "You don't have to tell me, but do you know why you are being taken special care of here?"
After she finished speaking, Song Qian on the opposite side began to breathe rapidly. She had only been here for a few days, but she had been beaten seven or eight times. Each time made her feel extremely painful but without any wounds. She had no way to explain the situation to the prison guards, and as long as there were no major wounds, they would not care about these things at all.
She was also beaten in the morning and the walls of her mouth were broken. He vomited blood.
She nervously dug her fingernails into her palms, "Why?"
"Two people, one of them was kicked in the XX, and the other one was blinded in one eye. Do you think the two families will let it go? Will they let you go so easily? Do you know the family background of the person whose eye was blinded? And the family that has been completely extinct, do you think they will swallow this?
What if one of them happens to have a friend who is a prison guard? What if one of them has a family member in this prison? I heard that they want to kill you within a year. It is not enough to just kill you, they must torture you and make you die miserably to relieve their hatred. "Yan Motou spoke with a voice like a ghost demon, and each word cut like a sharp knife at the person on the other side who was trying to remain calm but was already frightened to death.
"Song Qian!" He said coldly: "I may not know what's in the notebook, and you don't have to tell me. I won't suffer any loss. But if I leave Henghua this time, you may die in prison next time I come back. How do you think a person who has been exposed and blinded will deal with you?" After saying that, Yama took the notebook without any hesitation, stood up and walked out of the meeting room.
Just as he was about to walk out, Song Qian, who had been pretending to be calm, finally panicked. She was just an ordinary girl who traveled through time from the future. Just hearing the words spoken by the devil opposite her was enough to make her tremble all over and her heart beat faster. When she saw that he really left, the fear quickly made her collapse.
"Wait, wait!" She stood up shakily.
Yan Zeyang, who had already opened the door, closed it again and looked back at her.
Victoria Song licked her cracked lips and asked him in a trembling voice: "I don't want to die, what can you do...?"
Yan Zeyang said calmly: "At least you can spend the next twenty years in comfort."
Looking at the hesitant Song Qian, he returned to the table, placed his notebook on the table, sat down, and stared at her. "Tell me, this is your last chance. Once I leave this visiting room, I will never come back here again."
Victoria Song also sat down slowly. She sat there silently and suddenly laughed, then laughed twice like a lunatic, and then she seemed unable to stop laughing.
Yama looked at her with cold eyes, his brows tightly furrowed.
Only after she laughed for a long time did she put her handcuffed hands on the table, and the metal made a "clacking" sound when it hit the table.
"Do you really want to know that much?" Victoria Song laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes. She looked at the serious-looking Yamatou opposite her. This was the male protagonist she wrote herself. No, he was a model created based on the type that her ex-bestie liked. She had never really understood the character she created.
Now she finally understood why she didn't like this character. His ruthlessness, his indifference, his rationality, his arrogance and unruliness were not her type. He thought everything was under his control, but was it really under his control?
She leaned over the table, looked closely at Yama's head, whispered "Hehe" twice, and said, "I'm really curious, what will you be like after you know the truth? I'm afraid you will regret it and want to cut off your ears."
"What is the truth?" She said madly, word by word, to the calm face of Yama: "The truth is that this world is actually just a novel written by me, and... already..."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
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