Jiang Xiaoyan was not in the house when he woke up, rubbing his sour eyes, and sat up. At this moment, Liu Nanfeng accompanied Cen Fu to stand outside the door of the forensic office, according to the process, in order to ensure justice during the autopsy, it is necessary to have a medical lawyer and doctor entrusted by the family or the family to be present, and the housekeeper of the Cen family has already found the family doctor of the Cen family, but Liu Nanfeng decided to follow in.

Cen Zinuo's body was red and ulcerated all over his body due to allergic substances before his death, and the scratches were red and ulcerated, and today he has also turned into a bruise. He had taken a look at it when he came out of the hospital yesterday, and with the corpse spots today, he couldn't even tell which piece was the delicate skin she was once proud of.

At the autopsy site, Liu Nanfeng clenched his fists, no matter how devastated his eyes were, it couldn't compare to the fire 7 years ago. Anyway, why did he survive?

It was not over, and Liu Nanfeng had left the autopsy room, leaving the doctor behind. In the rest room, Cen Fu leaned against the wall, the pain of losing his only daughter, the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, how many people can understand, how many people can put it down? Liu Nanfeng sat down beside Cen Fu, hesitated for two points, or decided to pull up his thick hand that had been in charge of the spoon for many years, and Cen Fu also reached out with his left hand to pat the back of Liu Nanfeng's hand.

"Fauber, if you don't dislike it, let me be your godson in the future. Liu Nanfeng was very worried at dawn, and decided to say so, after all, Cen Zinuo died because of Jiang Xiaoyan, and now 50-year-old Cen Fu, if he wants another child, I am afraid that Mrs. Cen has more than enough heart and strength, I heard that Cen Zinuo was also cultivated in his mother's body with medical technology, and the current will eventually pass, but there will be no one to support the elderly in the future......

"Nanfeng, you don't know, Zinuo has liked you since you were a child, and secretly told me the night before you left, and you are still making a fuss about driving away all the girls around you, and saying that you will marry you after graduating from college. ”

Cen Fu's words made Liu Nanfeng think far away and think of some past events.

Seven years ago, it was the darkest time of Liu Nanfeng's life, he wore a white mask all day long and locked himself in the dark room with three layers of curtains, the curtains never opened, he was so afraid, afraid to see the scorching sun like firelight. In the year he locked himself in, he fell ill three times, once with a fever due to inflammation of the wound, once in the bathroom because of vertigo, and the last time he fainted from the moment he heard the glass being smashed and opened the curtains when he went to check it.

The whole piece of the floor-to-ceiling window shattered and collapsed, and the deafening sound came from a 12-year-old girl holding a brick, which was Cen Zinuo back then.

That time I fainted, and the dream was no longer full of smoke and fire. He dreamed of his youth, of being a little fish swimming in the cool water, that was the first time he had been so happy, and for the first time he had really swam in the river, but at last he had gone into the darkness, lost his way, and gradually lost his strength, and he thought that he was going to go with the flow and become a boat and leave the world.

"Big brother, big brother. "Who is she? The voice in the dream, the eyes, the little face, and the kiss......

In the dream, Liu Nanfeng had been trying to see the blurred face, but he heard someone calling him, and he heard the girl's words.

She said, "Big brother, live well and don't give up." ”

"Brother South Wind, Brother South Wind...... You're finally awake!" Cen Zinuo cried loudly and shook his arm, and a small face broke into Liu Nanfeng's eyes, and he thought that he was still in a dream.

"Nanfeng, you're awake. Mother Wang Xiao sat on the edge of the bed, patted Cen Zinuo on the shoulder and said, "Zinuo smashed your window, saying that he wanted to see you, are you okay now?" Zinuo, go and call a doctor." Cen Zinuo grimaced at him a lot, and ran out of the door with a fart.

In that darkest year, Liu Nanfeng never shed a single tear, but that time, for some reason, he cried for the first time, tears slid down the corners of his eyes, damp under the mask, and flowed into his messy long hair.

Mother Wang Xiao went to open the curtains at that time, it was sunshine, the warm sun of winter. He tilted his head sideways, squinted slightly, and after getting used to it, he reached out from the quilt, and the sun shone on his palm, and everything looked wonderful and soft.

"Brother Nanfeng, Brother Nanfeng, let me in, let me in......" Cen Zinuo's voice was noisy, but Liu Nanfeng at that time, it was precisely because of these noisy sounds that he felt the palm of his hand slightly warm.

"Big brother, you must wait for me!" The voice, clean and firm, what were you waiting for her? Did she finally go to him again? Will she be lost if she didn't find him?

"South Wind, there are still many people waiting for you. Wang Xiao took his hand, his mother's hand, warmer than the sun. Is anyone waiting for him?

"Brother South Wind, Brother South Wind......"

Cen Zinuo's voice, 7 years have passed, the brick in her hand smashed open the first layer of separation between him and the world, and he only remembered that the original separation of such an abstract thing in human relations only needs a brick.

In front of the long corridor of the autopsy room was a half-aged father who was over half a hundred years old, and a young man who was guilty of concealing the facts. The deceased always promotes the relationship between relatives to a certain extent, because the deceased makes the relatives understand that there is still a connection between each other, the most sincere emotional connection.

Liu Nanfeng sent Cen Fu to the hospital, and Mrs. Cen Murong Xiang was still lying in the hospital because of the death of her daughter, not thinking about tea and dinner all day long, washing her face with tears, Cen Fu, a man, supported a family. It is said that men are the pillars of the family, and Liu Nanfeng can be regarded as the first time to experience it personally, after all, his mother is stronger than other women, and his grandfather supports the fame of the entire Liu Mansion.

At this moment, the couple who lost half a hundred daughters in front of them are not Cen Fu, the director of Cen Jiang Hotel, or Murong Xiang, the queen of the Murong family, who was in the music world back then, they are just ordinary people, just ordinary people who can suffer and cry.

If life is a sea of suffering, are Cen Fu and Murong Xiang the people who build ships and ferries each other?

Liu Nanfeng didn't know the answer at the moment, he suddenly missed Jiang Xiaoyan a little, this sentence came from Jiang Xiaoyan's mouth, would her understanding be more profound.

On the straight and distant road, Liu Nanfeng glanced at the call from Jian Chen, turned to the auxiliary road, stopped the car, and turned on the double flash to answer the phone. Jian Chen started the investigation from the monitoring of the Tengfei Road community at first, but the staff told him that the monitoring had been good and bad some time ago, and the difficulty of the investigation was not ordinary, and it would take some time to monitor. However, the news bought from the underworld said that there were indeed people selling an item related to the drug trade that can make ordinary people allergic, and the underworld is called "itchy Leduo", which is a "condiment" when taking drugs.

Hearing that it was involved in the underworld, Liu Nanfeng suggested that Jian Chen focus on the relationship between the surveillance video and Cen Zinuo, Jian Chen agreed, and asked again after hesitation, "Is Xiaoai okay?"

"Well, it's okay, by the way, I'm going to Washington in a week to schedule my business trip. Liu Nanfeng started the car, Jian Chen heard Liu Nanfeng's answer, his heart was a little bitter, but also a little relieved, to be able to treat Jiang Xiaoyan as Jane Eyre, that is the most fortunate thing for him to live all these years.

"You're back. Jiang Xiaoyan was serving hot dishes from the kitchen, and Liu Nanfeng took off his mask and kissed her on the cheek.

"I'm hungry when I open the door, I ate some of the food you made last night all day today, what delicious food did you cook tonight?" Liu Nanfeng put the mask away, and asked her as she walked into the kitchen to wash her hands, Jiang Xiaoyan pulled her little finger like a few treasures.

"Dongpo meat, Longjing shrimp, clam yellow croaker soup, as well as silk tangerine, honey lotus root, you didn't sleep last night, and I've been cold recently, I didn't cook the heat, and I can also cut some big white radish soup." Liu Nanfeng filled a bowl of rice, and Jiang Xiaoyan had not yet sat down, and the rice was almost at the bottom. To tell the truth, people who like to cook hope that the food they cook will be eaten by someone else, and a big stomach like Liu Nanfeng will give her face.

Jiang Xiaoyan sat opposite him, holding his face to look at him, the corners of his mouth were raised, with a proud and happy look, when Liu Nanfeng was about to serve the second bowl, Jiang Xiaoyan had already stood up and took his bowl into the kitchen to serve the rice.

"If you don't eat it, I'll finish it. Liu Nanfeng pulled the food, and Jiang Xiaoyan sandwiched two green vegetables for him, and only then took a few grains of rice.

"I usually don't eat less than me, what's wrong today?" Liu Nanfeng shrugged, he was indeed tired in the past two days, plus he had a cold, and he found that he had a low-grade fever on the way back. Jiang Xiaoyan put down her chopsticks, and Liu Nanfeng felt that something was wrong with her.

"Today, I tried to make a lotus cake. And then he also repaired the broken dragon body on the cage drawer, didn't you say that the uncle's daughter is not alive, I thought that they might not be able to eat anything, I want to say...... Tomorrow you bring them over. Jiang Xiaoyan's intentions really surprised Liu Nanfeng, it turned out that she also wanted to do something for Fu Bo tonight? Jiang Xiaoyan, if there was no car accident, what a good woman you should be.

"Okay, tomorrow you can make some tonic soup by the way, Fubo's wife has not eaten, and today she cried and fainted again, I am very sad, I don't know if they will like it tomorrow. Jiang Xiaoyan was a little apprehensive, she was also very scared, as soon as Liu Nanfeng said this, she was even more nervous, to be able to make such a delicious lotus cake must be a master with extraordinary cooking skills, her food is delivered, will it lose Liu Nanfeng's face?

"Ah, forget it, I'm still very uncourageous, what if they don't eat me? Wouldn't it be a shame if I made a mistake?" Liu Nanfeng raised her eyebrows and hooked her lips, it turned out that she was afraid of losing him.

"The two blood-nourishing dishes that day were taught by Fu Bo, very simple dishes, and Fu Bo is not a kitchen god who does not eat fireworks, not to mention that I have confidence in you. The two flattering lights in Jiang Xiaoyan's eyes made Liu Nanfeng goosebumps, this guy must have a little abacus.

"Liu Nanfeng, why are you so good, the first time you praise me!" Liu Nanfeng raised his head, and it was the two strange lights that emanated from her eyes, obviously the two of them usually hurt each other, but he really seemed to praise her for the first time.

Because of these words, Jiang Xiaoyan hugged him and slept soundly at night, Liu Nanfeng got up on her back and took fever-reducing medicine, only to look at her little face and sleep peacefully.