Xiao Jian opened his arms and picked up Song Yanran, Song Yanran swung his fist and beat Xiao Jian's chest, "Let you talk nonsense, let you talk nonsense......"

Xiao Jian didn't dodge or dodge, lowered his head slightly, and Song Yanran's small mouth had already been kissed tightly by Xiao Jian. Her voice became smaller and smaller, smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a smack, and the thoughts of many days turned into passion at this moment, Song Yanran kissed Xiao Jian frantically, "Jian, I love you, I ...... No! Can't ......"

From Song Yanran's gibberish, Xiao Jian felt her true feelings, and hugged her waist harder, and the two hugged each other tightly for a long time......

Song Yanran gradually calmed down and gently broke free from Xiao Jian's embrace, "Jian, why does fate play such a joke on us?" Do you know? I'm really bitter in my heart. ”

Xiao Jian nodded and said, "I know, I'm sorry, it's all my fault." ”

"No, don't say that, everyone has the right to pursue love, maybe I owe you in my last life, sword, it's about to dawn, sleep, right? Is it okay to sleep with me in my arms? I love your arms so much. However, Song Yanran thought of Li Moxin's cunzài, and her expression was gloomy all of a sudden.

Xiao Jianyan didn't know Song Yanran's thoughts, silently hugged her, and walked towards the bed......

If Xiao Jian said that he was holding a beautiful woman in his arms, and the lonely man and widow didn't do anything in the middle of the night, no one would believe it.

As the saying goes, there is no cat in the world that doesn't eat fishy, but Xiao Jian is the unlucky cat who just wants to eat but doesn't dare to eat, and is uncomfortable in the middle of the night.

At noon the next day, Xiao Jian and Song Yanran found Yan Hongxing's address according to clues and knocked on the door.

"Who are you looking for?" An old woman appeared at the door.

"Auntie, may I ask if this is Yan Hongxing's home?" Song Yanran asked.

"Yan Hongxing? I don't know, you guys wait, I'll ask my old man. The old woman blocked the door, turned her head and shouted into the house: "Old man, who is Yan Hongxing?" ”

"Who's looking for him?" An old man came out of the bedroom and came to the door.

"Uncle, isn't this Yan Hongxing's home?" Song Yanran heard that this old man seemed to know Yan Hongxing.

"He moved out a long time ago, and it's been more than ten years since this house was sold to me, and you are his friends?" The old man asked.

"Uncle, do you have his current address or contact information?" Xiao Jian asked.

"Sorry, young man, I really don't have his address and number, or you should ask someone." The old man pulled the old woman by the hand, with the intention of closing the door.

Song Yanran knew that there would be no result if she asked again, so she said thank you and went downstairs with Xiao Jian.

"Yanran, this old man obviously doesn't want to say it, what can I do?" Xiao Jian waited for Song Yanran to get into the car, looking very depressed, thinking that it was a simple matter, but it turned out to be like this.

"I asked, and now there is no contact information for him from the Public Security Bureau, and his salary after retirement is all through social security. That's right! Look at my brain, I can find him through the guò bank. Song Yanran patted the seat and suddenly became excited.

After Song Yanran made a few phone calls, she said to Xiao Jian: "Let's find a place to eat first, and there will be news in a while." ”

Girl Mountain is located in the suburbs of Xianyang City, a hill more than 50 kilometers away from the city, the mountain is not high, the mountain is very densely wooded, although it is the middle of winter, the leaves fall off, there is no full of green, but it also seems very quiet.

At the foot of the hill there are three stone houses, surrounded by a fence wall of thorny branches. A man with white hair lies in a recliner basking in the sun. His eyes were slightly closed, his face seemed calm, but the wrinkles on his brow showed the depression in his heart.

This person is Yan Hongxing, a traffic policeman who has gone through the retirement procedures in advance.

Suddenly, Yan Hongxing seemed to hear something, opened his eyes, got up and looked into the distance.

Dust rose from the dirt road leading to the stone house, and it was clear that a car was coming.

Yan Hongxing's heart was nervous, there had been no car in this place for more than ten years, who could it be?

Yan Hongxing subconsciously wanted to dodge, but after hesitating, he still stayed in the small courtyard, "Alas! What should come will come, and only one's own fault can be borne by oneself! ”

More than ten minutes later, a car stopped in front of the stone house, and Xiao Jian and Song Yanran stepped out of the car.

Yan Hongxing greeted him, tried his best to restrain his feelings, and asked, "Who are you?" What are you doing here? ”

After Song Yanran saw Yan Hongxing, she was very surprised, this person was much older than she imagined.

"Hello, you're Yan Hongxing, right?" Song Yanran asked.

"I am, you're from Jinghua City?" Song Yanran and Xiao Jian have extraordinary bearings, not like people from small places.

Xiao Jian and Song Yanran nodded, Xiao Jian was very polite, he walked to Yan Hongxing's side, "We are from Jinghua City, Officer Yan, there is something I want to talk to you about." ”

After receiving an affirmative answer, Yan Hongxing's face looked very stiff, "How did you find me?" ”

Xiao Jian said with a smile: "Officer Yan, now it is an information society, as long as people don't die, they can be found." ”

Yan Hongxing nodded: "That's right, alas! I'm not a police officer anymore, and the officer doesn't even mention it. ”

Song Yanran said: "In this case, let's call you uncle, can you invite us in and sit?" ”

"Please come into the house, since you can find me, it means that you are not ordinary people." Yan Hongxing invited Xiao Jian and Song Yanran into the stone house.

The furnishings in the room were simple, a bed, a table, a few chairs, and nothing more.

Xiao Jian looked around, but didn't see any electric lights or other electrical appliances, and couldn't help but ask strangely, "Uncle, could it be that you are practicing here?" ”

Yan Hongxing smiled bitterly: "This little brother is right, after so many years, I have become accustomed to this kind of pure life, which is similar to cultivation." ”

Song Yanran asked, "Why is this?" Are you the only one here? ”

Yan Hongxing didn't answer, but looked out the door silently.

Xiao Jian didn't want to waste any more time, so he asked straight to the point: "Uncle, do you remember the car accident that Li Zhongzhong had back then?" ”

Hearing Li Zhongzhong's words, Yan Hongxing's body trembled obviously, and he sat silently in the chair, while reaching out to signal Xiao Jian and Song Yanran to sit down as well.

"Do you believe in karma?" Yan Hongxing answered the question.

"What do you mean by that?" Xiao Jian asked.

"When I knew that you were from Jinghua City, I knew why you came, for so many years, I have been suffering from conscience all the time, and the tragic scenes of the scene flashed in my mind from time to time. I have fallen to the point where I am today, and it is all retribution! I brought it on myself. A mist appeared in Yan Hongxing's eyes, and his voice trembled slightly.

Song Yanran secretly turned on the recorder, "Uncle, so many years have passed, don't blame yourself, the most important thing now is to restore the truth at that time, so that the dead can be blinded, the injured can be at ease, and the evildoers will be punished as they deserve." ”

Yan Hongxing nodded, "Yes, instead of being tortured so much, it's better to tell the truth, I've had enough of it all these years!" ”

Speaking of this, Yan Hongxing's love became obviously excited, he pointed to his hair, and said: "You see, I am not yet sixty years old, my hair is all white, you have also seen what kind of life I live, my relatives have left me, I am also forced to stay away from urban life, away from civilized society, and the price of this qiē is only two million yuan!" ”

Xiao Jian and Song Yanran were silent, although Yan Hongxing had not yet told the truth of the matter, but they had already understood that the car accident back then must have hidden a big secret.

"O iniquity! I sold my soul for two million dollars! Yan Hongxing's hands were inserted into the white hair, tearing hard, at this time he felt that the greatest pain in the world was to lose himself!