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In June 2000, Hu Jiaying joined Jincheng Law Firm and studied under Wang Shaofeng, a partner of the law firm.
This summer is extremely hot. Wang Shaofeng took her to start with legal aid cases. In the first month, she always ran back and forth between the court, the procuratorate and the detention center. She started early and stayed late, which was no easier than Zhao Yichen, who had just joined the criminal police squadron of the police station.
The first case she took on with him was an intentional homicide case. The suspect was taken to the detention center in late May. When the police applied for arrest approval, they applied for an extension. The suspect's family has not heard from him for almost half a month. Wang Shaofeng accepted the request from the suspect's old mother and led Hu Jiaying to the detention center three times. He was always given various excuses and never saw the suspect.
The third time, Wang Shaofeng took her to squat outside the detention center without saying a word, and did not leave after the prescribed meeting time.
After nightfall, the light outside the detention center was dim, and only a street lamp could be seen within a radius of more than ten meters. The light reflected the swirling dust in the air, the flapping wings of night moths, and the flying mosquitoes circling around the lampshade. Hu Jiaying sat next to Wang Shaofeng, her back leaning against the courtyard wall, with only a thin newspaper under her body.
The number of armed police on duty has changed. The flashlight light swept over their faces, paused, and then left following the sound of footsteps.
Wang Shaofeng wiped his face.
"Go get something to eat. I've been squatting all day." He wiped the sweat from his nose and told Hu Jiaying, "I'll guard here."
Moving her numb legs, she turned to look at him.
"Are you safe alone?"
The detention center is at the end of a path by the lake. There is no one living along the way, and the nearest legal service center is 500 meters away at the intersection. Wang Shaofeng smiled and shook his head: "You want me to tell the truth? It's useless to have multiple little girls like you." Then he paused for a moment and asked her again, "You didn't bring any self-defense knife or anything, did you? "
The girl sitting at the foot of the wall shook her head, "No."
Wang Shaofeng nodded, stood up with his knees in hand, kicked his legs, and put his hands into his trouser pockets.
"You can't bring those things with you." He said, "We often go in and out of the public security organs. You know that they are for self-defense, and others can't control so much."
Standing up after him, Hu Jiaying picked up the newspaper, patted it, and nodded in agreement: "I will remember it, master."
He took out the cigarette case from his pocket, hesitated for a moment, pushed it back into his pocket, freed his hand and waved lightly at her, "Go ahead and buy me a box lunch too."
Hu Jiaying packed two lunch boxes at the nearest restaurant.
Returning to that intersection, she stopped. The path is deep and dark, and the light is dim and difficult to distinguish under the cover of banyan branches and leaves. At a glance, she couldn't see the end.
There was a noise next to the trash can on the roadside. She carried the plastic bag containing the lunch box and looked towards the source of the sound. It was a wild dog. It lowered its head and used its nose to nudge the cardboard boxes piled beside the trash can. It had thick hair, unlike the one she had seen, which was covered in diarrhea.
After looking at it steadily for a while, Hu Jiaying took steps and walked into the shadow of the path.
In mid-July, the first instance of the case ended.
Hu Jiaying took the bus home directly from the court. When she picked up the key and opened the door, it was already past noon. After closing the door panel behind her, she took off her shoes while holding on to the door frame, with a heavy bag hanging on her arm. She lowered her head and found an extra pair of shoes in the entrance hall. She was stunned. When she heard footsteps and looked up, she saw Zhao Yichen walking out of the kitchen with a pot of vegetable moss in his hand: "Are you done?"
He was wearing a vest and shorts, with an apron tied in front of him. The apron was Zhao Yiqing's old one. It was purple in color and tied in front of his tall and strong body. It was small and funny. Hu Jiaying couldn't help laughing when she saw it, and the fatigue in her heart was swept into the corner. She put down her bag and walked up to him, smiled and tugged on his apron, "You're back so early today?"
Seeing her smile, Zhao Yichen also raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.
"My salary has been paid, so I bought some more food." He let her hold on to the corner of his apron, turned around and walked to the kitchen, "Have a good meal today."
This is the first salary he received. Hu Jiaying held her apron and followed him. If she walked a little further, she could see the corners of her mouth that almost reached behind her ears. "You can steam the fish so well that it's still edible." She followed him into the kitchen with a smile on her face. She found that there was not only a fish but also half a naked chicken next to the chopping board. Remembering that there were fungus at home, she planned to have dinner: "I also bought chicken. Let's roast the chicken tonight."
Zhao Yichen shook his head and took out a pack of fungus from the refrigerator. He grabbed a bowl to soak it in and said, "Let's burn it together at noon."
"Okay, if you can't finish eating, just heat it up tonight." Hu Jiaying didn't object. She pulled off the apron around his neck and picked up what he had just put down.?What a view. There are buildings everywhere, gray walls, and black roads. Pedestrians are bustling and vehicles are flowing continuously. Zhou Nan looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see the color she wanted.
"I'll think of a way to help you find it." She looked away and picked up the tea in her hand, "Okay, you can go and do your work. Wang Shaofeng will be back soon."
Hu Jiaying nodded, stood up and walked to the door. When she raised her hand to hold the doorknob, she turned back.
Zhou Nan happened to raise his eyes and saw her standing in the shadow cast by the bookcase, just like before in the dimly lit bedroom, with no light in her eyes.
"I have a sister." She told Zhou Nan, "I lost her too."
The police station worked overtime on holidays, and Zhao Yichen didn¡¯t come home for a long time.
That night, Hu Jiaying lay alone in bed, curled up tightly, gently rubbing the itchy frostbite on her feet, and fell asleep lightly until late at night. When the nightmare was pressing on her chest, a pair of warm hands suddenly held her feet. She never slept deeply, so she woke up suddenly and trembled subconsciously. The curtains were not drawn tightly, but no light came in from outside.
She heard Zhao Yichen¡¯s voice in the darkness: ¡°Did I wake you up?¡±
Her tense body relaxed, Hu Jiaying breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to retract her feet: "Why don't you sleep when you're back?" After saying that, she reached out to turn on the light. "There's a power outage." He grabbed her feet with a little force and was still squatting at the end of the bed. "Didn't you turn on the electric blanket before going to bed? Your feet are so cold."
"It would be cold if it was turned on. I wanted to save power, so I didn't turn it on." Moving her feet slightly, she urged him, "Come up and sleep quickly. What time is it. I thought you were working the night shift again."
"I was going to boil a kettle of hot water and fill a hot water bottle, but I found that the gas was out. I'll warm it for you for a while." Zhao Yichen said in a calm tone. He hadn't gone home for two days in a row and didn't seem to be sleepy at all: "You just don't usually Pay attention, I get frostbite every year.¡±
Hu Jiaying¡¯s feet are very small, and sometimes shoes of size 35 are too big. Instead of a pair of beautiful feet, they are also covered with rough frostbite, which makes them itchy every late winter. There were thick calluses on his hands, and they felt even worse when he held them. But he didn't say a word. He just held her little feet in his hands and gently rubbed them to warm them bit by bit.
There was a lump in her throat. Hu Jiaying chuckled and sat up: "That's because I got cold when I was a kid." Then she leaned over and groped for his arm, "Come up here. You're as hot as a stove." , I won¡¯t feel cold if I hold you.¡±
After coaxing her with such gentle words, Zhao Yichen rubbed her for a while before climbing onto the bed and lying down next to her. She moved her body and shrank next to him, letting him stretch out his arms to hold her in his arms, patting her thighs so that she could bend her knees and put her insteps against his warmest legs.
"I just had a dream." Putting her forehead on his chest, Hu Jiaying swallowed the sobs in her throat and told him softly, "I dreamed that I was framed, and ended up encountering a nest of snakes and rats. I went to court. At that moment, I suddenly realizedno one from the procuratorate, the court, or the police could save me."
No one can save her. She could only wait to die.
Zhao Yichen smoothed the soft hair on the back of her head and placed his chin on the top of her hair.
¡°Did you see Zhang Wen¡¯s family members during the day?¡± he asked her.
¡°You¡¯ve heard about it too.¡±
"I heard." His chest vibrated slightly and his voice was low, "She chose it all by herself and it has nothing to do with you."
With a slight sigh, Hu Jiaying moved her feet between his knees and pressed them against his hot knees. "I just thought, if Zhang Wen is really innocent, no matter how much compensation he pays, he won't be able to get his life back." She remembered the blood stains she saw during the day, "If her wife didn't feel that there was no hope at all, she probably wouldn't Commit suicide while pregnant.¡±
"The evidence in Zhang Wen's case is solid. Everything has a cause. If he was really wronged, there would be no clues at all." Zhao Yichen patted the back of her head and kissed her hair, "Don't think about it, go to sleep. "
Hu Jiaying responded and listened to the beating of his heart without saying a word.
She hasn¡¯t had a dream for a long time.
Dreaming about my sister, dreaming about Wenwen. Dreaming about the blue-white sky and black figures. Dreaming about the blood of the big black dog and Zeng Jingyuan¡¯s feet.
Only when she saw Zhou Nan¡¯s face did Hu Jiaying remember that everything might have a cause and effect.
Just like the first night she slept next to Wu Lixia, when she woke up from the nightmare, she felt the person next to her patting her back gently.
At that time, Xu Han knew that he was going to die.
From the moment she chose to live, she should have died.
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Because it will end with an epilogue at 26-2, and there is a lot of content in the last few chapters, so it is difficult to arrange, and I get stuck while writing.
It¡¯s even slower, sorry. I will try my best to finish it before the end of the year as soon as possible. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)It's more difficult and I get stuck when writing.
It¡¯s even slower, sorry. I will try my best to finish it before the end of the year as soon as possible. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com