Zhan Wuyou's consciousness was drowsy.
When he could sense the outside world, he found a boiling teapot in front of him.
Cooking in a small stove, the pot is made of pottery, one side is painted with alpine plum blossoms, and there are words on the side, the fonts are elegant and have a strong character. The water inside has reached the boiling point, and it is gurgling and bubbling, making the tea lid above make a 'booting' noise.
Zhan Wuyou looked at it silently for a while before realizing - oh, Yan Qing is dead. Ruan Baichun came to him and asked him to spend the night with the head of the Tian family.
The Patriarch of the Tian family once had a grudge with Yan, and severely embarrassed him in public. Now that Yan Qing is dead, he wants to try what it's like to be played by Yan Qing. It just so happened that Ruan Baichun had something to ask for, and the two hit it off immediately, and Zhan Wuyou was taken as a bargaining chip.
The hot water was still tumbling, Zhan Wuyou stretched out his hand and picked it up.
Through the handle, he could feel the heat from the body of the pot.
When the pot is poured down from the top of the head, the skin on the face will definitely blister. If the effect is not frightening enough, the red-hot stove below can also be greeted to the face a few times. When this face turned into a look of neither human nor ghost, those people would have no interest in experiencing what it was like to be surpassed by Yan Qing.
"Are you thirsty?" But at this moment, a calloused hand took the pot from Zhan Wuyou's hand.
He skillfully poured Zhan Wuyou a cup, gently pushed it in front of Zhan Wuyou, and said softly, "It's hot."
Zhan Wuyou blinked.
Following the stove in front of his eyes, he slowly raised his gaze and looked towards the opposite side.
Seeing him looking over, Yan Qing unconsciously tightened her fingers. The voice was soft and soft, with a humility he had never experienced in his life, and whispered, "Is it too hot? Shall I ask them to send some ice cubes?"
who is this
Zhan Wuyou blinked again. He stretched out his hand and touched Yan Qing's face.
Why does this person have... Yan Qing's face
But isn't Yan Qing dead
A wet liquid slid down his cheeks.
Zhan Wuyou retracted his hand and touched his face.
He touched a hand wet with tears.
Yan Qing looked at his dull crying face, her heart was full of regret.
Quickly walked around the table and sat next to him, holding him with one hand, her voice was low and soft, "Hey, baby, don't cry, I'm here, I'm here."
I cried
No... It's just that these tears are falling uncontrollably.
Zhan Wuyou lowered his head.
Tears fell one by one on his light beige trousers, making a broken splash.
He opened his mouth, his voice was weak and confused, "Aren't you dead?"
Speak, speak!
Worry-free talk! !
A burst of ecstasy surged in Yan Qing's heart, and then the confusion in his words aroused even more turbulent sourness.
He tightened his arms around Zhan Wuyou, his voice choked with sobs, "I'm not dead."
The corners of Zhan Wuyou's lips curled up, as if he was amused by this sentence. But the sadness was too heavy, and the corners of his lips raised slightly before he was pressed back by the pain from his body.
His voice was hollow and hoarse, "Liar, I buried you with my own hands." He said, making a gesture of hugging, "Only your head is intact. It's so light."
Yan Qing couldn't help but slap herself.
He has cold fair skin, and soon a red palm print appeared on his cheek.
But he didn't feel pain on his face.
Compared with his face, the soreness in his heart almost split his whole body.
Yan Qing squeezed out a moan from her throat, and her straight back gradually bowed.
Tears fell from his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He slowly let go of Zhan Wuyou's hand, his whole body was like a dead grass, lying on the ground weakly, crying bitterly.
Zhan Wuyou was startled by the way he was crying, and even the tears were falling down his eyelids.
This person... who is it
Yan Qing never cried.
Who is this person
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Zhan Wuyou stared blankly at Yan Qing and cried for a long time, and only fell asleep when he was tired.
After carrying him to the bed and lying down, Yan Qing retreated.
He stood at the door and called for a psychiatrist.
"He talked to me just now." Yan Qing's face was calm, and the crying just now seemed to be an illusion, as soon as he went out, he would return to the omnipotent and ruthless Lord Yan before he became an adult.
It's just the red corners of his eyes and that distorted smile that exposed something wrong with him, "Is he recovering soon?"
The psychiatrist stared at Yan Qing for a long time, and said softly, "Mr. Yan, you may need to take a set of psychological questionnaires."
"I'm fine." Yan Qing turned cold.
He was used to his majesty, and the chilling aura returned to him as soon as he lowered his face.
The psychiatrist moved his mouth, but finally swallowed his words of persuasion, "It is a good sign that the patient can talk, try to communicate with him as much as possible, so that he can establish a channel with the outside world, and don't indulge in stressful events. "
"Okay, I will." Yan Qing pursed her lips, "He will be fine."
Then he turned around and went back into the house.
He sat by the bed, looked deeply at Zhan Wuyou still on the bed, his red lips were slightly parted, as if he was dreaming something.
·
Zhan Wuyou knelt on the ground, with a white calf in front of him. And he was holding a pair of high-end red high-heeled shoes in his hand.
Apparently, just a second ago, he was about to put on shoes for the owner of these feet
This scene... he seems to be repeating what he has done before? But his body was already moving.
He put the shoes on those feet gently. With infinite admiration and respect.
The owner of the shoe stood up, and after trying to walk two steps, he gave a soft snort of satisfaction, and stood in front of Zhan Wuyou.
Zhan Wuyou kept his kneeling position and slowly raised his head.
He saw a face with a variety of styles, that is... Ruan Baichun
"Why did you make your face look like this?" Ruan Baichun looked regretful. If this face is still good, at least it can be exchanged for some resources.
There are not a few people who want to play with Yan Qing's sleep.
Zhan Wuyou seemed to understand Ruan Baichun's regret, and said in a respectful voice, "There are too many thorns in disobedience, and I accidentally got tricked. Don't worry, even if this face is destroyed, I can do a lot for you."
"Good boy." Ruan Baichun seemed to be satisfied with his answer, and after a chuckle, he stretched out his hand to caress Zhan Wuyou as if teasing a pet.
It seems to be a reward for his obedience.
There was a burst of joy and guilt in the body. Like a child who longs for warmth but is forgiven for doing bad things because of selfishness.
·
Such emotions, complicated and tangled, made Zhan Wuyou slightly frowned.
Time is like sand in the hand, and a few years pass in the blink of an eye.
When he came back to his senses, there were already a few wrinkles on that charming face. She was shouting impatiently at this moment, "What's going on?! Why is the person I asked you to dispose of still alive and well!"
Zhan Wuyou felt the tingling pain from his knees dully, the pain no less than a broken bone made the veins on his forehead bulge.
He looked down and found himself kneeling on a block of ice.
Simple ice wouldn't have caused his knees such pain.
But he quickly remembered, oh, his legs had been broken before, and he had also experienced a failed operation. The infection after the operation almost made him amputate the legs. After being healthy for more than half a year, I can walk.
No wonder kneeling on the ice hurts so much.
Then he heard himself say, "I'm sorry, Wang Zhi is too cunning, I was only focused on dealing with the heirloom, I didn't expect him to pick this time to leave. Adoptive mother, please punish me."
Ruan Baichun's eyes were not friendly.
She asked Zhan Wuyou to deal with the heirloom, which overlapped with the removal of Wang Zhi. Considering one thing and losing another, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.
But looking at the person kneeling obediently on the ice in front of him, there is always a sign in his heart that this child will no longer obey discipline.
Wang Zhi's smooth departure was an omen.
After a long while, she finally said, "You are not allowed to leave until you have knelt for twelve hours!"
"yes."
…
"Zhan Wuyou, is this water good to drink?" A malicious voice sounded.
Zhan Wuyou blinked, only to notice that he was holding a bone china cup in his hand.
Keemun black tea is brewed in the cup, and the strong tea aroma wafts over the tip of the nose with heat.
He had to sigh, good tea.
But then he felt a cramping pain in his abdomen, and his already chaotic brain became heavier.
Perhaps his face was too obvious, and the person in front of him let out a burst of sharp laughter.
"Do you feel abdominal pain? Ha! This is a good thing. It was given to me by your most beloved adoptive mother. Guess who it is for?" Zhan Zongyan raised the corners of his lips with twisted joy, waiting Zhan Wuyou opened his mouth, like a child who couldn't hold back a secret, excitedly revealing the secret, "It's for you!" After finishing speaking, he said to the people behind him, "Catch him!"
There was a sound of breaking wind behind him.
Zhan Wuyou quickly dodged the sideways.
When he entered the door, he noticed that there were two more guards beside the door, and now he thought they were preparing to catch him.
But he was never one to sit still.
Putting his hands on the table and lightly jumping, the whole body jumped out of the encirclement with a light bird, and was about to rush out the door, but the corner of his eye glanced at the people behind him who were trying to ambush him.
The man had a pair of clear and lingling eyes, the corners of which were slightly raised, showing some arrogance.
Yan Qing
No, it's not, it's just a pair of slightly similar eyes.
Yan Qing is much prettier than him.
But it was just such a dazed effort that his knees suddenly went numb.
This half-useless foot was really a hindrance, Zhan Wuyou sighed inwardly, and almost fell to his knees.
Zhan Zongyan scolded angrily, "You can't even catch a cripple! Suhang, are you trash!"
The man who was five points similar to Yan Qing's brows and eyes sank. He simply pulled out a gun from his waist, pointed at Zhan Wuyou and threatened, "If you move again, I'll shoot!"
Zhan Wuyou sneered in his heart, if he moved, he would be killed, but if he didn't move, he would not end well.
Why don't you fight it! She directly tore face off with this pair of mother and son!
He reacted quickly, dodged two shots in a row based on his experience, and when he broke through the window and left immediately, his knees felt sore and numb again, and the pain in his stomach rushed like a rush.
He breathed a sigh of relief, kneeling by the window in embarrassment, and then a hot muzzle of a gun was held against his forehead.
"Run!" Zhan Zongyan rushed over angrily, holding a sharp fruit knife in his hand, and stabbed him directly into the abdomen, "I'll fucking let you run! Dog!"
…
Lying on the bed, Zhan Wuyou seemed to be hurt, his body trembled violently.
Yan Qing found out immediately.
He hurriedly held Zhan Wuyou's hand, and called softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Be good, baby, I'm here, I'll be by your side."
Deep in his memory, Zhan Wuyou, who was covered in blood, fell powerlessly to the ground, and the icy Daofeng wandered wantonly on his body, blood kept gushing from the wound, and the pain followed him like a bone-eating worm . Yan Qing's voice broke through time and space and fell into her ears, "Baby, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I will be with you, no matter when you are awake, I will be with you."
Zhan Wuyou's eyelids moved slightly.
Stay with me whenever I'm sober
It turns out... I haven't woken up all this time
There seemed to be an opening in the vacuum that trapped him, and countless fresh oxygen rushed in. More and more gas filled up, and in a blink of an eye, this small invisible world was filled into a huge bubble, which burst with a bang.
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