[No.8 Pawn Shop] On the Raidability of Gao Leng

He just opened the door, and the moment he landed, he showed his figure. Against the light, he took a step forward, and he was smothered by the strong smell of medicine. He only frowned, and then let go. Zhang Mu looked around at the scene around him.

It was a very ordinary house, but it was too dilapidated for someone like Yan Shen who came from a good background.The walls around it are all made of mud bricks, and then painted with a layer of white paint. Some of the corners of the walls have fallen off. The light penetrates from the window sill and shines on the yellow ground. There are still fine particles floating in the air. The table made of wood has a small light-colored mottle on the edge, as if it was once covered with oil stains.

He was confused for a moment, didn't know the direction, and stood helplessly in the small room.When the eye caught sight of a curtain ahead, it stuck, and he orientated himself.He raised his feet and walked forward, suddenly, his body suddenly fell forward, and there was a loud "bump", and he quickly supported the table in front of him to stabilize his figure.There was only a low breath, and he lowered his eyebrows and looked at the ground, but there was a shallow depression on the ground, because he didn't pay attention just now and stepped on the ground.

"...cough cough...cough cough." A violent cough came from inside the curtain, causing his heart to tighten in an instant, and his mouth was tightly drawn into a straight line.

He continued to walk forward, but felt that every step he took was very difficult. Let him know what climbing the knife mountain is, as if a piece of flesh was gouged out every step he took, dripping with invisible blood. As a pawnshop owner, he found it extremely difficult to leave.His slender fingers touched the fairly clean blue cloth, but his fingertips were trembling slightly. He opened the curtain and walked in.

Every step before he walked in was a torment in his heart, but after he went in, he found that everything was so easy.

Standing in front of the bed, on top of the bed is an old man, covered with a washed white quilt, his complexion is withered and yellow, his lips are white, but his white hair is neatly arranged. He should be a serious person.

Yan Shen suddenly stepped forward and knelt down. He held the hand of the old man on the bed, buried his face deeply in his palm, and shouted in a low voice, "Father!"

The old man on the bed, that is, father Yan, slowly opened his eyes as if feeling something, and his eyes turned sideways.The originally dull color in his eyes suddenly came alive when he touched someone, he opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a violent cough, his whole body seemed to be a fallen leaf blown by a strong wind, his chest heaved violently up and down.

Yan Shen raised his face nervously and straightened his upper body.He stretched out his hand on Yanfu's body, and a gentle breath surrounded Yanfu's body, nourishing his already severely damaged body.Maybe it was because of the effect, Yan's father's cough gradually stopped, and his face became much more rosy.

"...Father." Yan Shen called out nervously again.

Father Yan didn't make a sound, but his cloudy old eyes moved. He stretched out his dry hand to touch Yan Shen's face, as if to confirm whether it was a hallucination.

His lips moved, and the small voice was like a gust of wind, which passed quickly, but Yan Shen knew that what he said was "You are back, son."

Yan Shen nodded, and said "hmm", her eyes seemed a little moist.

Father Yan's eyes widened, and suddenly he swung his palm towards Yan Shen's face, but "slapped" it just brushed gently, his body could no longer allow him to make too many violent movements.

He tried his best to utter a sentence, but it was "Stinky boy, I am finally willing to come back."

Yan Shen pursed his lips, his deep eyes were full of sadness, he put Father Yan's hand on his face again, and said "I'm sorry".

The speed of the car is slowing down.

Both Lin Yuyin and Shen Feng got out of the car and rushed to the place where the father was feasting.The long journey was very difficult, and Lin Yuyin threw all her heart there, not caring about anything, only knowing to run forward.

When we arrived at a small courtyard, the outside was surrounded by fences, and some green plants were covered and entangled on it.

Lin Yuyin pushed open the gate of the fence and broke in directly.

"uncle!!!"

She broke in.

Yan Shen raised his face from Yan's father's palm, and smiled at Yan's father, like a flash in the pan, the faint smile slowly receded, the bitterness was like traditional Chinese medicine on the nose.He stood up and took a few steps back, then hid himself. He was tall and sane, and his rationality was terrifying. Only Yanfu could see the whole scene, and Yanfu's hand, which was standing in the air, quickly fell into another The palm of a hand.

"Uncle, I'm back." Lin Yuyin rushed to Yan's father's bed, the tears in her eyes were faltering, and she refused to let them fall, she felt that everything in front of her eyes was so blurry, and her hands were also twisted.

Yan's father suddenly became short of breath, and his hand tremblingly withdrew from Lin Yuyin's palm, pointing in Yanshen's direction, trying to express a meaning.Lin Yuyin then turned her head and looked in the direction he pointed.

The windows and doors were wide open, the curtains were drawn to both sides, blown up and fluttered by the wind, fluttering like her heart at the moment, the dazzling eyes cast in, directly shedding the tears in her eyes, but soon another In the blurry world, she couldn't help but blinked, more tears rolled down, and all the green outside the window was distorted...

And Yan Shen, who she couldn't see, was against the light, and the expression on his face was unrecognizable. His eyes fell on Lin Yuyin, with no expression, cold, numb, or another word, despair.She is the only woman he has ever loved in his life. He wants to give her a smile, even though she can't see it, but he still doesn't feel it when facing her. , only the deja vu of the old man, his love, was buried one by one with the past called Yanshen after entering the pawn shop.

Lin Yuyin turned her head to look back at her uncle, he stared at the window, and kept muttering in his mouth, only when he got close did she realize that what he kept calling was, "Yan Shen".

She sniffed, feeling even sadder.Suppressing tears, forced a smile, but it was uglier than crying. "uncle."

Father Yan looked there, and suddenly his face became more rosy, and his cloudy old eyes became radiant, and he slowly spit out rare and clear words.

"Yan Shen is back, Yu Yin, you didn't wait in vain."

Then he swallowed his breath, and there was a faint, gratified smile on the corner of his mouth.At least this can prove that his son is not dead, he is still alive, and he has not betrayed Yu Yin.

This is enough!

"uncle!"

The mournful cry carried all kinds of sadness.Lin Yuyin threw herself on Yanfu's corpse, hot tears rolled down one after another, falling onto the whitish quilt, smearing water stains one by one.Tears fell into the eyes again, and the taste of despair clamored and boiled in the residual temperature.A fiery heart slowly turned cold along with the corpse, she was powerless to change anything, and she couldn't do anything.Just like every frustrated woman can only cry, just cry.This grief, like the wind, like the rain, engulfed her whole world, and she had nowhere to escape.

Not far away, one or two chilling cicadas were crying "knowledge" on the tree, and the surrounding was silent, only the cries and cicadas, and a small dilapidated room seemed empty.

Yan Shen was already sitting behind the table at this time, no one knew when he left.

"I'm sorry, I'm really... sorry."

In his suppressed voice, there is pain that cannot be concealed, and when people listen to it, there is a kind of sadness that makes people can't help crying for him.His deep and hoarse voice was tired, he leaned back against the chair, his dark eyes seemed speechless, more like empty, he didn't know where to turn his eyes, or, in this grief, he couldn't put anything into his eyes inside.With his hands on the armrests, he slumped and closed his eyes. His whole body was lying down weakly, but it seemed even heavier, like a can of lead, and he couldn't lift anything.

"Da" I don't know why the light of the crystal chandelier above the head suddenly went out, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.The surrounding blackness buried him, and the loneliness slowly spread in his heart, as if even his soul was infected, his heart throbbed with pain, and there, it was snowing...

People's birth, old age, sickness and death, he has no power to dominate. (unless pawned)

At this moment, Shen Feng only felt tightness in his chest. He stepped forward and pressed Lin Yuyin's shoulder, and hugged her into his arms.

"Cry, cry as much as you want, I have everything."

Lin Yuyin struggled in his arms for a moment, then slowly stopped.I don't know if it's because of hearing this sentence, but she clutched his collar tightly, buried her head in his chest, her delicate body was trembling constantly.

Jin Mei took her daughter's hand, and her husband embraced both mother and daughter in his arms.

"Calm down, everything will be OK."

Jinmei looked up at the sky, it was winter.His husband followed her gaze and couldn't see anything, but it didn't prevent him from hugging the mother and daughter even tighter.

"Uncle Wu, do you want to exchange one of your eyes for your lifetime prestige?"

"Is it not possible?" The guest sat anxiously and asked anxiously. "You pawn shop, don't you charge everything?!"

The corners of Yan Shen's mouth curled up in a polite and distant manner. "No, of course, please sign."

Pushing the contract paper forward, Xia Jing who was standing aside obliquely handed over the pen he had prepared.

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"Mrs. Hai, you exchange your health for your husband's health. After signing this letter, your husband's health will get better and better, but your health will decline day by day until you lie on the bed and can't move. , are you really sure?"

The guest smiled softly, then looked at Yan Shen and asked questions. "Boss, have you ever loved someone?"

Yan Shen was stunned for a moment, the polite smile slowly retracted on his face, dark clouds rolled in his eyes, but his unknown thoughts were covered by the lowered eyelashes, and no one could see them.

After the guest closed his eyes, he put a hand on her head, and a cloud of green gas slowly condensed under his hand.

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Yan Shen stood up from the trading chair and walked to the operating table. He waved the client into a deep sleep.Raising his hand, the fingertips emitted a faint halo in an instant, like the sharpest weapon in the world, easily cutting off the organs on the human body.He picked up the guest's pawned ear, placed the glass bottle, then gracefully picked up the silk on the plate, and wiped his hands.

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Yan Shen stood up with support on the armrest, walked around the long table, and walked behind the guests.He stretched out his hand and made an elegant gesture, and pulled out the guest's pawn, a ball of milky white gas was caught in his hand.Turn around, put it into a glass jar, pick up a piece of white silk from the plate, and cover it gently.

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He raised one hand and placed it on the top of the guest's head. The palm of his hand seemed to have magic power, and slowly sucked in the flickering blue gas until it was absorbed completely. He locked it in the palm of his hand and placed the glass bottle.

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Soon, the days passed between the transactions, and Xia Jingxie had never seen such a hard-working boss.As soon as there is a customer, I will accept it immediately, instead of delaying it slowly as before. When meeting someone with a pure soul, I would like to wait for ten days and a half months. However, there is a time limit for delaying, at most a few days.But now, he seems to be different, and Xia Jingxie can't tell clearly, she only knows that the boss has something on his mind.

But like the boss, who hides everything in her heart, she can't guess it. She can spy on what other people are thinking, but it's okay when facing Yanshen. Her ability is not strong enough for Yanshen. It is to spy on what other people are thinking, and it can only be for those who are mentally weak, let alone him, the owner of the pawn shop.

But she thinks, after another few decades, or 100 years, her ability will also increase accordingly, and by then, it should be fine.

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