Chapter Seventy-Two: Old Letters

Wang Qiao said domineeringly: "No matter, let's do it again." ”

The first time, Yan Lin's psychological impact was greater than her physical reaction. The second time, the pleasure rushed to every nerve gen in the body like a tidal wave, Yan Lin pulled a piece of clothing and put it in her mouth, barely controlling the ** sound.

The last time Wang Qiao broke out, Yan Lin didn't experience **, but this time the feeling was much stronger, and he arrived at ** almost at the same time as Wang Qiao.

After resting on the bed for a few minutes, Yan Lin lay on Wang Qiao's shoulder and urged: "You go quickly, don't let others wait for a long time, I will go back to school later." ”

Wang Qiao quickly put on his clothes and said, "You don't have to be in a hurry, rest in the house first." ”

Yan Lin said: "Can I take a bath, will your sister suddenly go home?" ”

Wang Qiao zipped up his pants and said, "My sister lives in her brother-in-law's house, and she usually doesn't come back, even if she wants to come back, you don't have to be afraid, she sees her brother and daughter-in-law, and it's too late to be happy." ”

Yan Lin propped herself up, kissed Wang Qiao's forehead with her lips, and said, "Don't play poor, go quickly." Where are the new sheets? I'll change it. ”

Wang Qiao said: "In the closet, find it yourself." When he walked to the door, Yan Lin got up from the bed, hugged him, and kissed him several times before letting his beloved leave the house.

After changing clothes, Yan Lin folded the old sheets and put them in a plastic bag, found the new sheets from the wardrobe, laid them and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When taking a bath, I thought back to the madness in bed just now, my face was hot for a while, and I silently recited in my heart: "I love Wang Qiao, I will always love Wang Qiao." While taking a shower, she found that the nail of her index finger was actually broken, which was not painful, but it was ugly. Thinking about the reason for the broken nails, the face is even hotter.

After taking a bath, Yan Lin looked for nail clippers in the room, wanting to trim her nails.

Pull open the small cabinet under the bookcase, there is a wooden box inside, open the wooden box, and there is a stack of letters inside. She was about to close the lid of the box when she overheard a few Juanxiu handwriting written on the cover.

Intellectually, she should have put the stack of letters back, but the characters in this font were very familiar, and often appeared in Wang Qiao's textbooks, and she picked up the first letter driven by strong curiosity.

This is a letter sent from Jingzhou and Guangnan, the letter is written by Lu Qi, and the letter is full of tenderness and sweetness and longing that cannot be dissolved.

Yan Lin and Wang Qiaogang have a skin-to-skin relationship, and her current state of mind is very similar to the description in the letter. After reading the first letter, she resolutely closed the wooden box and stopped reading the other letters. At this time, she seemed to have suddenly fallen from a thousand-degree furnace into an ice cave of minus 1,000 degrees, and sat on her chair in a daze, tears welling up uncontrollably. Happiness came violently and disappeared even more suddenly, leaving her at a loss.

Sitting by the window, it was getting dark, Yan Linhuo stood up, and said in his heart: "I'm so stupid, why bother with the past, if he is a person without a story, I won't fall in love with him." As long as he is good to me, why bother with the past. It's self-inflicted trouble to worry about the past. ”

She found a piece of paper and wrote on it, "I'm back at school, remember to contact me, come and see me on Sunday." Then he put the strip on the pillow. When she walked out the door, she turned back and added a sentence to the note: "Write to me at the address of the sixth class of the third year of Shannan Yucai Middle School." ”

At ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Qiao returned home.

In order to protect Xu Rui, Wang Qiao insisted on not providing the source of the "hunt and kill order", which made Meng Hui abandon the use of official channels. He asked Shannan's social brother to bring a message to Brother Hu in Jingzhou and persuade him to give up the so-called pursuit. At nine o'clock, an official response was received, and the matter was written off, and from then on the well water did not interfere with the river water.

After receiving a clear guarantee, Wang Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and he raised his doubts to Meng Hui: "Brother Meng, if I don't know you, why don't you just watch the underworld come to unload my legs?" How do I feel that the public security organs are conniving at and covering up the underworld? ”

Meng Hui indirectly confirmed the accuracy of Wang Qiao's news, and said: "This matter is a bit troublesome, the Public Security Bureau pays attention to procedures in handling cases, and it is difficult for you to attract attention to this kind of matter without an exact source, and it is difficult to file a case." ”

Wang Qiao said: "I know that someone is going to remove my leg, but the public security organs are staring at me from the side, what is this called?" If I want to take the initiative to fight back, the police will deal with me. Speaking of which, there is a good chance that I, who is threatened, will become a sinner. ”

Meng Hui said: "Procedural justice and outcome justice who gives priority to which has always been troubled by the public security organs, a few years ago more attention was paid to outcome justice, and now everyone is in the first place, procedural justice is on the table." Personally, procedural justice is as important as outcome justice, but it is generally fairer to do so when it is sometimes necessary to compromise outcome justice for the sake of procedural justice. In the 70s, the public procuratorate and the law were smashed, and procedural justice was not emphasized at all, causing too many tragedies and teaching profound lessons. ”

Wang Qiao said: "Stop, stop, the topic we discussed is biased." My personal matter is a special case and can not be discussed. We should discuss why the underworld thrives and seriously threatens the lives of ordinary people, and if this continues, there will definitely be big problems. ”

Meng Hui patted Wang Qiao's shoulder and said: "The underworld has existed since ancient times, and no society can really be completely eradicated, there are historical and cultural factors in this, and more importantly, economic factors. I've been trapped in the underworld all these years, and I've long been tired of it, but fortunately I don't have to mix in the underworld anymore, and it's good to live in the sun. Since you choose to study, then completely disconnect from this dark society and strive to live under the sun. ”

Wang Qiao said: "This has come to my heart, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and he cannot get involved with the underworld." ”

After thanking Meng Hui, Wang Qiao walked home.

Wang Qiao was both happy and emotional, and after this incident, he deeply felt the helplessness of being a small citizen at the bottom, and his personal force was extremely small in the face of a powerful social organization. Walking to the gate of the courtyard, Wang Qiaoxin said: "I'm so stupid, I should have thought of letting Meng Hui make a move, and I wouldn't cause so much trouble." Then he thought again: "A small people are slaughtered by others, and they have no ability to resist. I must be admitted to university and step on this step into the upper class. ”

When he entered the house and saw the note left by Yan Lin, Wang Qiao was inexplicably depressed. In all fairness, Yan Lin is excellent in terms of appearance, personality, knowledge and family, and he has accepted Yan Lin with open arms. But the idea that "accepting Yan Lin is a betrayal of Lu Qi" is entrenched in his mind like a poisonous snake, he hates himself for not being single-minded, forgetting his old face when he has a new love, and even doubting his character.

In the blink of an eye, he remembered the intimate picture of Lu Qi slapping the man, this picture was imprinted in his mind like a knife and an axe, and it did not fade away with the passage of time, but became clearer and clearer, stabbing his internal organs with indescribable pain.

"He who forsaken me shall not remain in the day of yesterday; Those who disturb my heart, how much worry is there today......" Let the cigarette burn slowly, Wang Qiao silently recited the ancient poems he knew and loved the most.

In the morning, Wang Qiao opened the garage on the ground floor, took out the motorcycle stored in it, wiped it clean, and rode the motorcycle to the provincial government's family home. After seeing my sister and little nephew, I rode back to Jingzhou on a motorcycle.

After settling the troubles of being threatened by the underworld, Wang Qiao began to devote himself to sprinting fiercely for the college entrance examination. He studied for more than 14 hours a day, and his frenzied study made him lose weight rapidly, and when he took off his coat, he would see clear "ribs". The four bags of Shannan milk powder and five boxes of Sun God oral liquid left by Yan Lin became spiritual weapons to support Wang Qiao's body, and every time he drank the white milk powder and transparent oral liquid, his energy seemed to return to his body.

Liu Hu has a heavy psychological burden, on the eve of the college entrance examination, he has severe insomnia, he can't sleep all night, he dozes off in class during the day, his hair becomes yellow, and he is as haggard as if he is ten years old.

May 1, 1995 is a day that Lao Yan's lovers will always be grateful. On March 25, the State Council reissued and revised the regulations on the working hours of employees, changing the working hours per week to 40 hours, that is, the implementation of the two-day working hours system, which will be implemented from May 1.

After the implementation of the new working hours, Wang Qiao can choose to leave Jingzhou on Friday and return to Jingzhou at noon on Sunday. The weekly tuition time has been changed to Sunday afternoon.

Yan Lin welcomed the ordinance and wrote to Wang Qiao on Monday, asking him if he would go to Shannan on Friday. After receiving the letter, Wang Qiao had the idea of buying a digital pager for Yan Lin, but the idea flashed by. After coming out of the Guangnan Detention Center, he paged Lu Qi countless times, but never answered, which made him have a psychological shadow about the pager, and preferred to contact Yan Lin by correspondence.

(Chapter 72)