My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

In the second half of the night, Lin Nian felt comfortable sleeping, and Song Yuhang felt uncomfortable. She was half-asleep and half-awake until dawn. She woke up early in the morning with numb arms. She moved a little, and Lin Nian followed in again.

One hand is pulling on the placket of her chest, the other is on her waist, and the legs are on her thighs. The sleeping posture is really not very honest.

The neckline of the shirt was a bit loose, Song Yuhang inadvertently caught a glimpse, choking his breath.

Seeing that the sky was bright outside, the rain stopped, and people's voices were faintly heard outside the door.

Song Yuhang squeezed her nose: "Lazy cat, get up."

Lin Nian subconsciously slapped her on the face, muttering something to tell her not to make a noise.

Song Yuhang laughed, holding her hand and squeezing: "Someone will come soon after I get up."

Lin Fei opened his eyes sleepily, rubbed his eyes, a little dazed, and when he saw her face clearly, he pulled his hand back and got up.

Song Yuhang didn't let go of her hug: "Hold for a while, hug for a while, didn't you hug me all night last night."

Lin Nian turned into anger, being pinched by the wrist, and he was about to bite her without even thinking about it.

Song Yuhang hid, and the quilt was made into a mess.

When Duan Cheng opened the door and walked in, she saw her pressing Lin Nian under her body, and Lin Nian bit her shoulder, and the person holding the enamel jar covered her eyes, "Emma" stepped back as quickly as if she stepped on a landmine. A step away.

The two people on the bed glanced over, and Lin Fan squeezed the mechanical stick in his hand.

Duan Chengfei generally retreated, nodded and bowed, and closed the door for them: "You go on, go on, I haven't seen anything."

As soon as his voice fell, the mechanical stick slammed on the door.

at the same time.

"Bha—" Song Yuhang sat up, covering his face, feeling wronged, because it was unsatisfactory to say something painful.

"Lin Nai, didn't we say it's OK, don't slap your face?"

Lin Fei snorted coldly, got out of bed and sat on the edge of the bed with his shirt buttoned up: "I'm dead, I deserve to be beaten."

Song Yuhang opened her mouth and watched her slender and white fingers slowly buckle the buttons, and slowly raised her neck with the movement, there was a hint of what that meant.

She still missed the feel of pinching the back of her neck and smashed her mouth.

Lin Fan jumped with the blue veins on his forehead, directly tied the button to the highest one, picked up his mechanical stick and went out murderously.

Duan Cheng was squatting by the well and gossiping with the crowd. He was excited and saw her coming from a distance, putting the enamel cup on the ground in his hand and running around the beam.

"Sister Lin, Sister Lin, I was wrong, no, no, I really knocked on the door, knocked on the door! You didn't hear it, ah, ah, ah, murder! Help!!"

Listening to the howling ghosts and wolves outside, Song Yuhang shook his head and smiled helplessly, preparing to pack the bedding and return it to the elderly.

I didn’t see it clearly last night, but now I feel very clean and tidy when I touch the quilt with my hands. The color is simple but the stitches are fine, and there is no thread at all. It doesn't look like it was made by hand.

She looked around this dilapidated thatched house, and she didn't think that this old man was like a person who bought this kind of quilt.

She leaned down, turned on her portable flashlight, fumbled over the quilt, and finally found a small trademark at the bottom: Jiangbei Weaving.

Song Yuhang took out his phone and took a picture.

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There is a lot of farm work in the autumn, and the old man has to be busy in the middle of the night if he is alone. Nowadays, there are a lot of young and strong laborers. In the early morning, the police and another criminal police went out to herd sheep.

Zheng Chengrui helped to chop the firewood. Whether he was fat or not, he still had some strength. Fang Xin took a basket to help the old man pick up the fruits and vegetables in the garden and fertilize it.

After washing and doing nothing, Lin Fan picked up a handful of stones and sat down on the porch to smash the frogs in the garden that had just been raining. He threw a few on Duan Cheng's head from time to time, and had a lot of fun.

Duan Cheng has tears in his eyes: "Team Song, Sister Lin is not only active but also violent. How did you endure her for so long?"

The slap print on Song Yuhang's face is still impressive, because his face is swollen, his speech is a little bit full, and he wants to cry without tears.

"Stop talking, fix the door..."

It is really difficult to chase a girl. It requires not only a strong spirit, but also a strong body.

As soon as they spoke, two stones flew in the volley and hit their heads.

Lin Nian turned the stone upside down, and said with an aura: "You think I can't hear you, do you?"

The two turned their faces together.

As he was talking, the old man brought her a bowl of boiled goat's milk from the stove and motioned her to drink it.

Lin Wei was startled: "This..."

The old man just stuffed the bowl into her hand, making empty gestures, looking a little anxious.

She knew that the girl from the city was squeamish, but she had a good heart. She might not be used to the food in the countryside, so she got up in the morning and squeezed goat's milk for her to drink.

Everything about last night was still vivid, Lin Nianlue was a little confused, seeing that no one was looking at him, he took a small sip from the bowl.

It tasted unexpectedly, without the sweetness of milk, and I don't know what the old man put when cooking, there seems to be a fragrance of tea, which just rightly neutralized the fishy smell of goat's milk.

Lin Fan liked it very much, his eyebrows curled, and a smile appeared.

The old man smiled contentedly when she saw that she liked it, and when she finished drinking, he patted her hand and went back to the kitchen.

Lin didn't understand it until she brought out another bowl for her, holding a veil moistened with well water in her hand, pointing at Song Yuhang, and beckoning her to bring it to her.

Lin Wei drew on, "I'm not going..."

The old man just stuffed the bowl and kerchief into her hand and pushed the person forward a few steps.

Facing the 70-80-year-old woman, Lin Fan couldn't do anything, so he took a few steps passively.

Song Yuhang has already seen her.

"Give it—" Lin Nian stretched out his arm reluctantly and handed it to her.

Song Yuhang pressed against the swaying wooden door, his hands were not free: "I don't want to drink, you can drink."

"Let you drink and drink!" Miss Lin Fan's temper came up again, Duan Cheng snickered, just as Fang Xin called them to eat again, threw the whole life to Song Yuhang, and ran away.

There were only two people left outside the door.

Song Yuhang smiled, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead: "Look at me, I really can't afford to be free. When I loosen my hand, the door will collapse."

Lin Wei used a mechanical stick to smash the door of the kitchen room when he got up in the morning, so they found some more firewood and cut it into planks. Anyway, the door was already shaky, so it's better to take it down and repair it.

Thinking of this, Lin Nianlue looked a little uncomfortably away: "Then you turn around."

Song Yuhang put down the hammer in his hand, puzzled, but still turned around and pressed his back against the door.

"what's happenin-"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Fan had already handed the bowl to her lips: "Drink."

Song Yuhang stunned, the corners of her lips were softly curved, and she sipped her hand. When she almost reached the bottom of the bowl, because of her height, Lin Fan had to stand on tiptoe a little, carefully holding the bowl and paying attention. Do not spill on her.

Duan Cheng in the back room picked up the noodles in the bowl with his chopsticks and looked out through the crack of the door: "It seems to be feeding a dog."

The grassroots police sighed: "The relationship between Team Song and Forensic Doctor Lin is really good."

Several people laughed tacitly. He was surprised and asked: "What are you laughing at? Isn't it?"

Fang Xin nodded solemnly: "I think you are right. The sister-like revolutionary friendship between Team Song and Forensic Doctor Lin is very enviable."

A few people couldn't lift their heads up laughing, and the policeman who got them was even more confused, so they had to laugh and laugh with them.

After seeing the bottom of a bowl of goat's milk, Song Yuhang was satisfied, her stomach was warm, she licked the corners of her lips, as if she was still a little bit unsatisfied.

Lin Fan turned and left with the bowl, but was dragged back again.

"Eh -" Song Yuhang pointed to his face: "It hurts."

Lin Nian bit her lip, as if she wanted to leave her alone, but looking at her slightly bruised side face, she still felt cruel.

Song Yuhang showed a tricky smile, turned around honestly, picked up the hammer and started repairing the door panel.

Lin Fan looked at her, then at the towel in his hand, and then at the open surroundings.

In the early morning, the sun was very good, the light spilled from the forest, and occasionally I heard a few frogs and insects, and the green scenery was everywhere. The drops of water dripping from the leaves fell into the small puddles and splashed ripples.

In such an environment, no matter how irritable it is, it will become extremely calm.

Lin Fan is no exception. In fact, she didn't like Song Yuhang at first.

She feels that she is staid, unaware of flexibility, and loves to deal with injustices so as to deal with injustices, which is a thousand miles away from her way of dealing with the world.

But after getting along these days, she also discovered her strengths little by little.

Behind the stereotypes is the harsh and serious treatment of their jobs day after day.

Behind the flexibility is a gentleman who establishes the world, does what he wants and does not overstep the rules.

Behind the meddling and injustice is the kindness that is deeply rooted in the bones.

Gentle, kind-hearted, rigorous, serious, pragmatic, occasional youthful spirit and always maintain the passion and original intention for life.

All the adjectives about beauty that Lin Fan could think of could be applied to her.

In this early morning, she suddenly felt a heartfelt heartbeat, which has been around for a long time and is gradually strong.

Even the short, shaggy hair behind her ears became cute.

Lin Wei took a step forward.

Song Yuhang turned around and said, "What?"

Before she finished her words, her face felt cold. Lin Fei had already gently put the towel on her face, pressed it back and forth in a ball, and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

The water in the well was cold, but her heart warmed.

Song Yuhang shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Lin Nian lowered his eyes and didn't look at her: "Next time, there will be another time, you don't want to indulge me like this, I didn't have a very good temper..."

"Since I was young, no one has taught me this. My father would only hug Lin Cheng, coax Lin Cheng, and scold me either. , He still has me in his heart."

"I believe it, and treat people around me the same way until I get older..." She paused slightly, her long eyelashes trembling: "Someone told me that it was wrong to do this. Love should be expressed in the right way, but I I can't change it anymore."

Lin Nian smiled bitterly: "So, don't let me go, I'm easy to get worse."

Song Yuhang stopped his hand movements, turned his head slightly to look at her, and gently called her name: "Lin Wei—"

"What's the matter?" Lin Nian wiped off the sweat from her cheeks.

Song Yuhang grabbed her hand and swallowed, "I, I want to kiss you."

Lin Fei's face changed, and he slapped the towel on her face. At the same time, he slammed his feet on her knees. Song Yuhang jumped his feet. The unassembled wooden boards hit his head and covered his face, and the dust was flying. There was her wailing in it.

Several people in the room looked at each other and shook their heads together: "Team Song is so miserable."

Fang Xin hated iron and steel: "It's in vain that when I first entered the city bureau, I used the Song team as my goal. She is the pride of all the policewomen in our Jiangcheng city. What is this now, Husky?"

Duan Cheng looked at it for a long while: "It's not a husky, it's a milk dog, only the kind that barks at Sister Lin."

Zheng Chengrui helped his glasses and gave a final word: "Being a forensic doctor of Lin."

Punching the gangsters slumped, kicking the boss on the head, the family still has money and power.

The three nodded together: "I think you are right."

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After breakfast, the door was repaired. Song Yuhang scooped some water out of the well to wash his hands, wiped his clothes, and went into the kitchen room to hold the quilt for the grandmother, and asked her about it by the way.

There is no signal from the mobile phone in the mountains, they have lost contact with the outside world, and now only the satellite phone can be connected, Zheng Chengrui is still playing with his computer.

The others sat down around the brazier to keep warm.

Song Yuhang took her hand and asked her: "Grandma, do you have any other relatives? Why don't you live in the city?"

As soon as he said this, the old man's eyes were red again, wiped a handful of tears, and tremblingly descended from the kang, took a photo album from the dilapidated chest of drawers, opened it and turned it page by page.

The outside of the album is very shabby, but the inside is very clean, all black and white photos.

After spending the night together, the police still had some basic local dialect, and they could barely understand a few words and translate them to them.

"The mother-in-law said, her family is gone, this is her husband..." The policeman pointed to the flat-headed man in the photo, and the old man nodded and wiped his tears.

"This is her daughter..." The policeman paused again before saying: "I married to the provincial capital and never came back."

Lin Nian snorted coldly, "Well-hearted things, maybe they've already died outside."

Song Yuhang gave her a hand and motioned her not to talk nonsense. Lin Fan was still not convinced, and the other party narrowed his eyes, with a threatening expression in his eyes, and compared his index finger to his lips.

"I..." Lin Nian gritted his teeth and swallowed.

Song Yuhang went to point to the immature boy in the photo: "What about this?"

The old man pinched his eyes, wiped his tears, waved his hand, and Fang Xin quickly handed a piece of paper to him.

Speaking of his son, the old man was completely in tears: "Seven or eight years old...if you have a sudden illness before you can send to the hospital..."

The policeman looked up at Song Yuhang and retelled it to her.

Song Yuhang gently patted the old man's back to comfort her, Lin Fan took the photo album on the old man's knee, and continued to flip it back, suddenly pausing with his wrist.

She seemed unbelievable, took out her mobile phone, opened the album and looked at it again, and then handed the mobile phone and the album to Song Yuhang.

"Look, is this alone?"

Several people gathered around.

The three boys in the photo stand together with their backs on their shoulders. They are about 20 years old. They are all wearing tank tops and shorts, with straw shoes on their feet and straw hats on their heads. The background is golden farmland.

The two on the left and right are very similar in appearance, and you can tell that they are brothers at a glance, while the one in the middle has a dog's tail grass dangling, slightly bold and unrestrained eyes, and the facial features look very similar to the photos in Lin Wei's phone.

That was Yu Xinye when he was young.

The old man looked at the photo on the phone, he also gave a slightly surprised "Yeah", stretched out his hand and wiped his tears: "This...this is my nephew..."

It's really nowhere to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort at all.

Song Yuhang slightly excitedly said, "Are you sure? Your nephew also died in the mine disaster 20 years ago?"

The old man stumbled and nodded. Looking at the people in their uniforms in this room, the old man took her hand with a slightly panic expression, and asked in native language: "What's wrong with Ye and Ye Wazi?"

Several people looked at each other, and Song Yuhang calmed her: "It's okay, we just ask routinely. Then you have no relatives and little income in the past few years. How do you live this day?"

At this point, the old man's face showed a trace of relief: "The government has a minimum allowance, and the crops they grow are enough to eat, and besides... the nephew and daughter-in-law will also send things to the town post office every few hours..."

Song Yuhang touched the quilt on the bed: "Is this also from her?"

The old man nodded, "Ah" twice.

"Since Yu Xinye has a wife, why isn't it written on the household register?" Lin Nian keenly caught a suspicious point.

The old man's expression became a little dazed: "They got married early. At that time, the villages didn't want to talk about certificates, and they all had running banquets."

Song Yuhang pointed to the remaining two boys on the photo and asked her, "What about these two?"

Looking at the photo, the old man showed a trace of nostalgia.

Her son died early, and her daughter married early. The more than ten acres of farmland outside the house was taken care of by this nephew. Every day, she started working from morning till night.

Until the two educated youth came to Xiaohe Village.

At that time, Xing Li Tian, ​​the joint production contract system, their orphans and widows, naturally no one wanted to help.

"Aunty, turn over another acre, and we can go back to rest." At the middle of the moon, Yu Xinye wiped the sweat from his forehead and dug it down with a shovel.

"Eh! What do you want to eat when I go back, I will cook it for you."

"Thank you, just eat noodles."

As the two talked, laughter came from the opposite Tian Kanli.

Several locals are bullying the new educated youth.

"Look at this delicate skin and tender meat, don't be a girl!"

"Oh, you look shy!"

"Get out! Don't touch my brother!"

As the boy cried bitterly, the young woman rushed out with a scythe at that time: "Eh?! What do you do?! The work is done?! Bullying people in the city is shameless!"

"Hey, isn't this an old widow." Several young people took their hands back angrily, and Yu Xinye also jumped onto Tian Kan with a shovel, and wiped the sweat from his head with a towel.

"Quickly, get out, or I'll tell the village chief."

"Okay, you are good." The leader of the ruffian slapped the young man who was pulling the collar fiercely to the ground, spat in a few more mouthfuls, and went away.

"Brother, brother, are you okay?"

The boy lying on the ground had a big bruise on his forehead. He shook his head and watched the old and the young return to work in his field without saying a word.

"Get up if you have nothing to do. I can't finish it today and I won't have any rations tomorrow." The older boy said, helping him up.

Until the moon began to sink, they dragged their tired bodies to finish work, and when they walked up to the Tianhu, the other side was still busy.

The young boy who had just been beaten looked back, and was dragged forward by the older one.

"Let's go, let's go, go back to sleep."

The boy paused: "Brother, let's go and help them."

"Eh, you—" Before he could reply, the boy had dragged his **** and jumped down.

"Auntie, I'll help you."

In this way, the two brothers work in their responsibilities during the day and secretly help them with work at night. Yu Xinye will help them when they see others bullying them. Aunt Yu sees that neither of them knows how to cook. She is so hungry that her face is yellow and thin. They are given a few rations, and they are often called to eat at home.

After two visits, they also became good brothers with Yu Xinye. For the two young people, they were thousands of miles away from home. Yu Xinye was not only a friend, but also a relative.

In that era, the connection between strangers is so wonderful. Sometimes it may be just a word of concern. A bowl of warm porridge and a helping hand in times of difficulty are enough to form the greatest warmth and harmony in the hearts of young people in the two cities. miss.

Thinking of this, the old man sighed with emotion, and quietly moistened his eyes: "They...they are all Ye and Ye Wa's friends...Three good people can wear the same pants."

Song Yuhang nodded, pulled a pen and paper, and handed it to the old man: "Mother-in-law, do you know how to write?"

The old man nodded: "Yes...a little bit."

"Excuse me, please write down the names of your nephew and Yu Xinye's two friends and we will recognize them."

The old man became a little embarrassed: "This...what does this mean?"

Lin was anxious to say something, and Song Yuhang took the lead, but told a white lie: "It's okay, we are from the county household registration department, doing a census, and by the way, learn about the deeds of the educated youth going to the mountains and the countryside for publicity. "

The old man didn't understand it, and only felt that it was a good thing to do propaganda, so he took a pen to write one stroke at a time.

Lin Nian motioned her with his eyes: opening your mouth to tell nonsense, won't your conscience hurt?

Song Yuhang smiled bitterly: Otherwise, tell her your nephew's daughter-in-law, his nephew's good friends might be involved in a serial murder case?

It is strange that the old man does not have a myocardial infarction on the spot.

When she finished writing, a few people took it over and took a look. The old man's handwriting was crooked and it took a long time to recognize it.

Song Yuhang: "My nephew is called Wei Fengzhen, right?"

The old man nodded "Ah" "Ah".

Song Yuhang pointed to the boy on the left: "My brother is called..."

Her pupils shrank suddenly: "Lee Hai."

"My brother's name is...Li Yang?!"