secret galaxy

Liang Qian didn't know when he lost consciousness, anyway, when he opened his eyes, Duan Xinghe was gone.

He stood up against the wall, jumped on one leg twice, and yawned towards the sun outside the window.I sat by the bed all night and slept on my stomach for several hours, my hands and feet were numb.

"Liang Qian?" Duan Xinghe knocked on the door outside, very cautiously.

"Wait a minute," Liang Qian got into the bathroom, quickly splashed a handful of water on his face, and scratched his hair before opening the door.

"I brought you some breakfast." Duan Xinghe handed over the packing box in his hand.

"Thank you," Liang Qian didn't answer, motioned Duan Xinghe to come in and sit down, and asked with a smile, "When did you leave? You were so drunk yesterday, and you can still get up early today."

"I'm used to it." Duan Xinghe stepped on the hotel's disposable slippers, the snow-white ones, and walked quietly. He wanted to leave as soon as he put down his things, avoiding eye contact with Liang Qian the whole time, with "Yesterday's me Not really me".

Liang Qian deliberately said: "Last night..." There was another meaningful pause.

"I don't drink very well, don't mind." Duan Xinghe laughed nervously, but he wasn't fooled.

"You accused me yesterday, and said that I bullied you." For this matter, Liang Qian thought about it most of the night. From high school to now, he really can't remember that he had ever bullied Duan Xinghe. Or in such an impolite way of splashing wine.

"Is there?" Duan Xinghe pretended to be stupid, "Maybe he was talking in his sleep."

"So you hated me so much in your dream?"

"No," Duan Xinghe was at a loss for words, wanted to explain but didn't know where to start, and rarely showed a little bit of anxiety.Liang Qian succeeded in playing a prank and laughed loudly: "I'm kidding you!"

Duan Xinghe froze for a moment, his brows and eyes stretched, and he smiled slightly.Liang Qian was itchy to see, leaned his head over, and whispered to Duan Xinghe, "This is called bullying you."

Duan Xinghe's ears suddenly turned red.

"Well, I'll see Xiaoyou later, don't act like you haven't heard about what happened yesterday, she's a little sensitive." He changed the subject in a pretentious manner.

Liang Qian readily agreed: "Yes."

Acting is easier said than done.Now that he knew about Duan Xiaoyou's misfortune, it was impossible for Liang Qian not to change his opinion.Before, he thought Duan Xiaoyou was indifferent, autistic, and nervous, but now he fully understood her weirdness and felt sorry for her.In order not to let Duan Xiaoyou find out, he said goodbye to his brother and sister after breakfast, and drove to Shenzhen by himself.

Shenzhen is very hot, like a stove. After walking a few steps outside, you will be sweating profusely. The sun is so strong that it dazzles your eyes.Liang Qian stayed there for two days and was not used to it. He spent most of the time in the hotel with the air conditioner on. After handing in the retrial materials, he immediately drove back to Yuzhou without staying for a second.

When Yao Nandong came home in the evening, he saw Liang Qian sitting in the living room with a serious expression on his face, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong, it's not going well?"

"Successful." Liang Qian picked up the half-eaten salted chicken drumstick, looked left and right, picked a place to continue chewing, "Mom, why hasn't my godmother asked you to go shopping recently?"

Liang Qian's godmother is He Anmei, a college classmate of Yao Nandong's. She was just promoted to the director of the Yuzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau at the beginning of this year.

Yao Nandong didn't know why he suddenly brought up this matter, and said casually: "The new official has three fires, how can she be free?"

Liang Qian said: "Are you so busy? I still want my godmother to help investigate a case."

"What case, are you going to transfer to criminal defense?"

"No," Liang Qian threw the bone away, took a wet towel to wipe his hands, hesitated for a while, and explained briefly: "It's related to Duan Xinghe."

Yao Nandong was alert immediately: "Did he commit a crime?"

Liang Qian gave her a helpless look, "Do you think he looks like him?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him before." Yao Nandong was annoyed when he mentioned this, "I took the initiative to let you take him home for dinner. You can't handle it yourself. It's too embarrassing Liang Xiaoqian."

"I'm going step by step, okay, what do you know!" Liang Qian couldn't laugh or cry.

He remembered another thing and asked Yao Nandong: "When will my aunt come to Yuzhou?"

"You can just ask her yourself."

Liang Qian winked and smiled, "I want to buy her a gift and welcome her home."

Yao Nandong looked surprised: "Hey, the sun came out from the west, didn't you ask her for a gift?"

Liang Qian smiled mysteriously: "This time, I need someone to ask."

Yao Xuyun came back a month later.That afternoon, Liang Qian was basking in the sun in the yard, and suddenly saw a woman standing outside the carved iron gate, wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat and a French floral dress, with full breasts, uneven, lazily leaning against the fence, and curly chestnut hair Fly in the wind.

He jumped up from the reclining chair, whistled at the woman, stepped forward to open the door for her, and said with a smile, "I don't even know any beautiful women."

Yao Xuyun said: "Stop flattering me, I'm already tanned."

"Isn't tanning popular abroad?" Liang Qian invited Yao Xuyun into the villa, intending to make her a cup of green tea to relieve the heat, but Yao Xuyun didn't appreciate it. He lay down on the sofa, rolled up his long hair and said, "I want Coke, add more ice."

Liang Qian poured her Coke, and Yao Xuyun downed half a cup in one gulp, took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes from his handbag, shook out one, held it between his slender fingers, and gave Liang Qian a look.

Liang Qian rummaged through the living room for several minutes before finding a lighter. While lighting Yao Xuyun's cigarette, he said, "Smoking is harmful to your health."

"Yeah," Yao Xuyun turned his face away, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and smiled with red lips, "So children, don't learn."

Liang Qian had heard this for more than ten years, and said helplessly, "I'm already 26."

"That's a child too, anyone younger than me is a child."

Liang Qian devoted himself to serving the princess in the family. After Yao Xuyun finished smoking, he peeled apples for her to eat. Yao Xuyun liked to watch him do those fancy carvings.

After Yao Xuyun had finished his fun and lazily squinted his eyes and fell asleep, Liang Qian took out a book: "Sister, help me write a to sign."

"You still know how to sign?" Yao Xuyun sat up straight, glanced at the book in front of him, and complained ruthlessly, "It's still the worst book I wrote."

"Lianqiu" in the hands of Liang Qian is Yetao Hanxiao's early work, which tells the life of a girl named Lianqiu who lives in the mountains.Liang Qian liked this story very much and felt that it was full of warmth and tenacity, so he picked it out specially and planned to ask his aunt to sign it and give it to Duan Xiaoyou.

Yao Xuyun picked up the carbon pen, bit open the cap with his teeth, and asked vaguely, "What do you write?"

Liang Qian suddenly got stuck, looked up at the ceiling, touched his nose again, really didn't know how to answer.

Yao Xuyun spat out the pen cap and blinked with interest: "Who are you giving it to?"

"A girl."

Yao Xuyun's gaze immediately became suspicious, and Liang Qian hurriedly explained: "It's not a girlfriend."

He struggled for a while, and decided to tell Yao Xuyun about Duan Xiaoyou's situation. Although it was unconscionable to talk about girls' suffering behind their backs, they all said that women understand women better. Maybe Yao Xuyun can help Duan Xiaoyou escape from the shadows.After all, the power of idols is unlimited.

"The book was given to the younger sister of a high school classmate of mine," Liang Qian said briefly, omitting many details, "She was raped five years ago, and she still has a knot in her heart."

Yao Xuyun stopped smiling, frowned slightly, and stared at Liang Qian seriously.After a while, she took out the cigarette case, lit another one, brushed her hair in the rising smoke, and said, "I was raped too."

Liang Qian was shocked: "When? Why didn't you tell my mother?"

"It's been many years. At that time, I was only in my early twenties. It was my ex-boyfriend who did it. We broke up, and I went to his house to get things. When the two of us quarreled, he..." Yao Xuyun took a fierce puff of the cigarette, Ask: "Is this considered rape?"

Liang Qian nodded: "Of course."

"Anyway, there are far more rape cases in the world than reported." Yao Xuyun pressed his cigarette butt out and sighed, "I didn't go to the police back then. Firstly, because... you know, the police will ask you a lot of details , causing secondary injury, and secondly, it is difficult to file a case for rape, especially if it happened between ex-lovers. At that time, there were only two people in the house, so it was difficult to prove that it was forced sex, intercourse, and there was nothing serious left on me Scars. And there is... Let's be soft-hearted, still thinking about the old relationship, and don't want him to go to jail, now thinking about it, it's really stupid."

The first time Liang Qian heard her mention this matter, he felt heavy and speechless, but unlike Duan Xiaoyou, Yao Xuyun didn't need any comfort at all. After a moment of melancholy, he shrugged and passed away. I signed my pen name on the title page of "Lian Qiu".

"I don't need to write anything else, it seems deliberate." Yao Xuyun pushed the new book to Liang Qian, and said, "Are you familiar with this girl, or call me out to have a meal and get to know each other. These days, I actually still have readers." , which is also incredible.”

"I'm not familiar with her, but I'm quite familiar with her brother." Liang Qian took out his mobile phone to send a WeChat message to Duan Xinghe, and suddenly found that the chat history between them was very, very long.

Perhaps the relationship between people is like a child weaving a flower rope, adding an extra thread and knotting a button. It seems inconspicuous, but after a long period of time, it becomes unbreakable after all.

They usually work in a law firm, and it is not convenient for them to talk, so they secretly gesture and wink. Duan Xinghe is so cold and aloof, and he didn't know when he failed. Taking a panoramic view of this scene, I couldn't stop laughing at the sound of the copier.

Liang Qian spent the past three weekends at Duan Xinghe's house.He usually arrives at [-]:[-] noon on Sundays, and then helps Duan Xinghe wash vegetables and scrape fish, arrange lunch, and chat about trivial matters.When Duan Xiaoyou saw him again, he was not as rude as the first time. He would nod and then sneak into the bedroom.After lunch, Duan Xinghe often made a pot of tea and set up a desk on the balcony to review the judicial examination, while Liang Qian sat on the single sofa next to him, typed the complaint or agency opinion on the computer, and stretched occasionally , leaned over to check Duan Xinghe's study results, and rubbed his chin vaguely against his shoulder.

In this season, the weather in Yuzhou is the most comfortable, especially at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun shines on the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the room warm and relaxing, which makes people very relaxed.Liang Qian sometimes fell asleep and dozed off, and every time he woke up, there must be an extra air-conditioning blanket on his body.He rubbed his eyelids to wake up and dozed off. In his bleary vision, he saw Duan Xinghe close at hand, holding a thick tutorial book, with a peaceful and focused profile.

Liang Qian didn't tell Duan Xinghe that every time at this time, he would have a feeling of peace and contentment, except for his bulging crotch.