The young man strode up the road he had come from. He was tall and thin, with the ends of his hair lying softly against the back of his neck. He never looked back once.
In Qi Yilao's pupils were the fireworks between his fingers, flickering and drifting away in the wind.
The long legs took a step forward, then stopped again. Qi Yiliao raised his head to look at the sky.
It's going to rain.
The wind picked up and the stuffiness became unbearable.
Qi Yiliao glanced at the familiar yet unfamiliar front yard. He remembered that it was full of rare flowers and plants, some of which were planted by his mother when she was alive many years ago. But now, the yard was full of common plants that were still in the growth stage.
It is said that the mess was caused by an old friend, and was saved by the person who just left.
And he only has blank memories.
Even if it is supplemented, it is just text of verbal description, without any pictures.
Qi Yilao's face showed a layer of fatigue. He rubbed his swollen temples and told Qi Da to pack daily necessities for the child.
In the end, he passed away by himself.
The bedroom is on the first floor and has a separate courtyard.
Qi Yiliao walked in and saw a double bed and a delicate bedside lamp. There was no desk or bookshelf. He walked in without any impression. Turning a corner, he saw a spacious and bright cloakroom with clothes for all four seasons hanging inside. All of them were the styles of his dedicated design team.
"Master Qi, we need to get some summer clothes for Master Bai." Master Qi greeted and came in respectfully.
Qi Yiliao watched as T-shirts were taken down one by one in the cloakroom, leaving empty spaces. He felt a surge of anger in his heart, floating between his eyebrows: "Is everything in this bedroom his own request, or is it?"
"One part is what Master Qi asked us to prepare for Young Master Bai." Qi Da replied immediately, "The other part is,"
He felt a huge sense of oppression, and cold sweat broke out on his strong body. "It was placed by Master Qi himself."
There was silence all around.
A storm suddenly arose in Qi Yilao's memory, overturning all the memories he had sorted out since he woke up, and his memory became even more confused.
The four years of memory that the people around him helped him make up for was like Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit. He did not eat it bit by bit, savoring, chewing and swallowing, but took the whole thing in one mouthful, without being able to detect any taste.
Zhu Bajie ate the ginseng fruit on his own initiative. He was stuffed, and the gap in his memory was blocked. It was just blocked, in the literal sense, thin and stiff, without color, all gray and white, and it was impossible to imagine the picture.
Qi Yiliao couldn't describe how he felt. He couldn't believe that he could do this for someone in his lifetime.
For the sake of that young man, he untied the gentleman shackles that his mother had put on him, fought with an old friend he had known for many years, opposed him, formed an alliance with the other party's son, pulled him down, took revenge himself, and also attacked another old friend...
The situation has changed too much now.
Except for the Qi family, other big families have undergone a major change and reshuffle.
The source of that change was the owner of this bedroom.
Qi Yiliao sat on a reclining chair in the courtyard, with the sound of wind and rustling grass in his ears. The heaven and earth embraced him, but he felt as if something was missing.
There should be someone chanting beside him.
There was nothing under Qi Yiliao's gray shirt; he had given away his mother's belongings.
He also gave away all his property, countless privileges, and a portion of... an emotion that was particularly raw in his mind.
Qi Yilao was both amused and annoyed, as all these absurd things were true.
His mother taught him to exercise restraint and self-discipline, hoping that he would live a peaceful life, take a bystander's attitude towards the world, and never lose control for anyone or anything.
But he persisted for many years, but broke the rules last year, his health broke down, and he even made a will to make arrangements for his children who were much younger than him.
Qi Yilao closed his eyes, and the fireworks emerged in his mind, those eyes with soft corners but exceptionally tough and bright eyes. A ball of sour and complicated emotions squeezed in his chest. He loosened the collar of his shirt a little anxiously, leaned his shoulders back into the recliner, and fell asleep unknowingly.
"One day in the cold winter, you were shoveling snow in a gray sweater. Xiao Ling came back from outside. He was wearing a long down coat, a woolen hat, gloves, and a scarf wrapped around his neck. He got up from his wheelchair, his shoes on the unfrozen ground. He took a few steps towards you. You put down the shovel, walked towards him for more than ten steps, walked in front of him, hugged him when he was about to fall, and picked him up. You carried him into the house, and he buried his head in your shoulder. Ah Zhen followed you with the wheelchair."
"Xiao Ling was planting flower seeds in the front yard. He was in a wheelchair, so the sowing movements were not smooth. In the evening, you came back from get off work early, squatted in front of his wheelchair, picked up a flower seed next to his leather shoes, and put it in his hand. You knelt on one knee and looked up. There was a large burning cloud in the sky."
…
Qi Yiliao suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the hand that was about to touch his nose.
The girl let out a startled gasp.
Qi Yiliao had just woken up, his head was dizzy, his thinking was slow, and he was surprised that he could restrain someone so quickly. The touch between his fingertips was too smooth to be human skin, and his dark gray eyes narrowed slightly, wondering what he was thinking.
There was a loud crash from the sky.
It's raining.
Xiao Ling was so scared that she moved closer to the recliner and shrank her soft and small body into it.
The wind and rain pushed a wisp of sweet fragrance towards Qi Yilao. The protruding throat under the collar of his shirt rolled up and down, and he exerted a little force on his hands.
Xiao Ling was made to kneel at his feet, trembling and terrified, but still exposed her slender neck as if offering a sacrifice.
Qi Yiliao lowered his head and looked down expressionlessly.
There was a voice in his subconscious telling him that this was his trophy, the medical clinic, a place that could make him relax his whole body and feel comfortable and peaceful.
Fake.
She can make you feel comfortable.
Fake.
She can relieve your pain.
…
The sound kept ringing and there was no way to turn it off, making him irritable and his scalp felt like it was burning.
Qi Yiliao's eyes swept across the hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes of the person at his feet. Her snow-white body reminded him of another person, his mother.
She also has a hermaphroditic physique and a genetic mutation, but she was forced to be a girl and she had no chance to choose.
"A Liao, come here and take a look at how your father died. Look carefully and remember it."
"You must be a human being, not an animal, and don't follow in your father's footsteps."
The rain soaked Qi Yilao's elegant facial features. He held the delicate wrist in his palm and slowly moved closer like an emperor, his black eyelashes half drooped and his nose, dripping with water, moved slightly.
A faint smell of medicine passed through my nose.
It instantly became rich.
It was lingering, as if the tip of his nose was pressing against a piece of skin, sniffing deeply, hungry and fiercely, and his lungs were filled with that smell.
When Qingtian came up to him, Qi Yiliao pushed her away with rough force and without grace. He stood up hastily, his tall figure swaying as he looked to the side, as if he wanted to explain something to someone, but the thought was fleeting.
Boom -
Dongdong--
The heart beats violently and the rhythm is extremely irregular.
Qi Yiliao felt the palpitations of dying, his face turned pale and blue, his lips trembled slightly, and for the first time in his life, he threw away all his self-cultivation and cursed softly.
"Oh shit."
When Zhang Zhen came over, the rain had already covered the entire castle.
On the fifth floor, Qi Yiliao was flipping through documents in the study next to his bedroom, with water stains on his hands. He heard the report from his servants, walked out of the study angrily, and questioned Zhang Zhen who was sitting in the living room, "Didn't we talk on the phone? Why did you leave the hospital?"
Zhang Zhen was a little dazed. The third brother finally got through the hard times and saved his life, but he lost his memory. He was misled by Dean Qi who had been planning for a long time. He was sad and angry for nothing. Aunt Liu committed suicide... All of this happened on this day.
"I'm asking you a question." Qi Yiliao patted Zhang Zhen's back.
Zhang Zhen exhaled: "Third brother, have you dealt with the conspiracy between Aunt Liu and Dean Qi?"
Qi Yilao's eyes darkened: "The person is dead, and the body has been cremated." He hasn't confronted his biological sister yet, and the other party will come to show off to him.
Zhang Zhen covered his face and rubbed it randomly a few times. Baibai and Aunt Liu, these two people, one is his lost and found younger brother, the other is an elder who is very kind to him and has been with him for many years.
Aunt Liu doesn't like Baibai. She cooperates with Dean Qi in the hope that the third brother can marry Xiaoling, live, and continue the Qi family's bloodline.
This was her wish as an old loyal servant. When her goal was achieved, she would commit suicide and go to the underworld to meet the ancestors of the Qi family.
From Zhang Zhen's perspective, what Aunt Liu did hurt his third brother, and also hurt Jiao Bai, and hurt him.
"Third brother, Bai Bai would never use your indulgence to do whatever he wants, to embarrass Aunt Liu, to trip her up, or even to sow discord between you two." Zhang Zhen said solemnly, "If you don't believe me, you can ask everyone in Lan Mo's mansion. The surveillance can also prove it."
Qi Yiliao sat on the sofa next to him: "Everything is gone, and we are repairing it."
Zhang Zhen: “…”
"You drove Baibai away," he said.
Qi Yiliao leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed and did not correct his choice of words.
"When do you plan to communicate with Baibai?" Zhang Zhen pressed the question. He did not speak like a subordinate but as a family member of Jiaobai.
"I need to familiarize myself with the company's four-year accounts and development, as well as the business situation." Qi Yiliao's voice was flat, "Wait a few days." With the child around, he couldn't calm down.
Zhang Zhenlai asked, "Aren't you afraid that he will run away with someone?"
Qi Yiliao smiled nonchalantly: "How many days will it take for you to run away with someone?"
"It's hard to say, but a lot of people like him anyway." Zhang Zhen said lightly, "When he goes to college, more people will like him."
Qi Yiliao stopped smiling.
The atmosphere was very strange. Zhang Zhen checked his phone. No news had leaked out about his third brother's amnesia yet.
"Give me his phone number." A voice suddenly sounded from the side, but no emotion could be heard.
Zhang Zhen gave it to him, and he chatted for a while and was about to leave.
"Third brother, don't touch that Xiao Ling." Zhang Zhen walked to the door of the living room and turned back to say, "If you touch her, you and Bai Bai will be finished."
Qi Yiliao's eyes fell on the screen of his mobile phone. He was changing the screen saver, but he was not satisfied with any of the changes. So he impatiently blurted out two words: "Nosy."
"Am I meddling?" Zhang Zhen was furious and retorted childishly, "Bai Bai is my brother. If he didn't like you, I wouldn't want him to be my third sister-in-law!"
Qi Yiliao tilted his handsome face and asked, "Did he and I sleep together?"
Zhang Zhen didn't hear clearly: "What?"
Qi Yiliao repeated the previous question and modified it: "I have done it with your brother..."
Zhang Zhen's walking stick flew over in a rebellious manner.
If it were a few months ago, Qi Yiliao could easily catch it or dodge it, but now he can't. His limbs are not coordinated and his brain speed is unstable. He was hit on the nose.
The pain was so severe that I almost broke my bones.
Zhang Zhen jumped over nervously on one leg: "Third brother, are you okay?"
Qi Yiliao covered his nose, it hurt so much that he didn't want to speak.
"It's over. Baibai loves your nose the most," Zhang Zhen muttered while calling the doctor, "It must not get damaged."
Qi Yiliao's face was dark.
"Third brother, my leg injury is slow to heal, so I can't do anything for you for the time being. Please call Qi Huai back." Zhang Zhen hung up the phone and said, "During the time you were unconscious, he didn't make any mistakes."
"I have to go back to my place. Baibai is here and I'm afraid he will be upset." Zhang Zhen was thinking wildly and worried.
Qi Yiliao put one hand on his injured nose and waved the other hand: "Hurry up and leave."
Zhang Zhen stared at the third brother for a long time. The third brother's time was different from theirs. It was four years ago and he was less than thirty years old.
He clearly felt at this moment that his third brother was younger four years ago than he was four years later.
In terms of mentality.
Now that I think about it carefully, my third brother started to feel exhausted from the inside out three years ago, and it seemed like there was no sign of it.
Zhang Zhen still doesn't understand what happened to his third brother.
The rain slowed down, and Zhang Zhen returned to his apartment in Langli. Before entering the door, he was still trying to control his expression, thinking about how to enlighten his brother, but when he opened the door, he heard the sound of comedy. He walked past the shoe cabinet in the entrance and turned left, and saw his brother eating melon seeds and watching TV on the sofa.
Zhang Zhen: “…”
"Why are you here?" Jiaobai looked up with a melon seed between his teeth.
"I was worried about you, so I came back to see you." Zhang Zhen walked over with his crutches, glancing at the pile of snacks on the coffee table. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As long as he could eat them, it was good enough.
Jiaobai cracked the melon seeds open: "I'm not a child, there's nothing to worry about."
Zhang Zhen kept looking at him and said carefully, "Bai Bai, Third Brother is now living a new life. He hasn't completely accepted everything in his previous life yet. He needs to wait a while."
There was light from the TV screen on Jiaobai's face, making him look both lively and depressed.
"I asked Qi Da, and he said that Third Brother's mysophobia hasn't changed. He won't..." Before Zhang Zhen could finish his words, a piece of Want Want snow cake was stuffed into his mouth. He ate it while saying, "Don't think I'm nagging. I'm just afraid that you'll be sad and disappointed." Then he gave up.
Jiaobai fished out the remaining snow cakes from the bag and laughed. He was not one of those old-fashioned people who was in love. He would not be so upset, so desperate, or so hysterical that he wanted to die.
Love was not originally in his life plan, but then it came. He examined its strength and felt it was quite strong, so he decided to embrace it. So he embraced it.
For Jiaobai, whether his life is brilliant and whether living is meaningful cannot be judged only by love, which does not exist.
He is Qi, the background of this world.
After coming here, he took a hot bath, ate and drank his fill, listened to the rain and watched a movie, and he felt much better.
Last year at the auction, when the elf appeared, Qi Yilao showed some abnormality. At that time, Jiaobai smelled blood and had expected it.
More than a year passed, he almost forgot about it, but it still came.
No, it’s finally here.
As soon as Jiaobai regained his senses, he was glad that this bloody incident was thrown before he completed the task, instead of after he completed the task, because once he completed the task, he would be a...too miserable to Qi Yilao, miserable to him, and miserable to Zhang Zhen, all miserable. Stop, stop, he will think of a way when the time comes. He has chosen this fucking path of broken glass, and he has to walk on his knees.
Consider the present now.
Previously at the research institute, he wanted to know if his confidence, combined with Qi Yiliao's persistence, could help him survive the bloody mess brought by fate. Let's give it a try, both for him and Qi Yiliao.
Just treat it as a test and an experience.
Jiaobai looked at the account list and found that the white flower on Qi Yiliao's avatar had disappeared.
Being alive is the foundation.
Qi Yiliao is already alive, so it's up to him now.
Jiao Bai peeled oranges for Zhang Zhen. He had to find a way to contact Shen Er'an. Why hadn't that guy joined the group yet? Could he be quicker? And Yu Ling and Qi Yiliao, hurry up.
Near dawn, a car from the research institute drove into Lanmo Mansion.
Dean Qi went to the backyard. Unburned paper money was flying everywhere. Some pieces flew onto her head and body, but she brushed them off one by one. Her flat-heeled leather shoes stepped on the dense grass as she walked towards the fire.
Her brother who was burning paper was still a newborn, but babies grow up slowly, and he is growing fast.
How fast is it? The growth phase is only seventy-two hours.
He woke up at around 2:00 in the afternoon, and now it is around 11:30 at night, nine hours have passed. The closer he is to the end of his growth period, the more stable he is. He is more stable now than an hour ago, and one hour ago was more stable than two hours ago... in every aspect.
When his growth period was over, her painstaking guidance was of no use.
He will still be a loyal person.
The men of the Qi family are either ruthless or promiscuous. What is loyalty? It's funny.
It's pathetic that one knows that his life span is short, but he ruins his body and shortens his life span for the so-called love.
The process of guiding was obviously going smoothly, he hadn't even touched Xiao Ling yet, that Jiaobai was resisting the Gu that had been cast on him.
Where exactly is the Gu nailed? It is so difficult to cover.
Instinct or true self, who wins
For all the men in the Qi family that she was familiar with, "instinct" won. The current head of the family inherited the Qi family's excellent genes and genetic diseases, so he should make the same choice.
"Aliao." Dean Qi walked over.
Qi Yiliao sat on the ground and shook out a bundle of paper money. The fire snake rolled up the ashes and wrapped around his nose covered with gauze. He stepped back and said, "You burn the rest."
Dean Qi's drooping eyelids twitched. She stiffly burned a few pieces of paper, then suddenly looked up and stared at the photo on the tombstone.
The photo is yellowed and blurry, but the person in it can never be forgotten even if he is burned to ashes.
Her father.
A piece of trash in noble clothing.
"Second sister, father is waiting for you." Qi Yilao's voice was carried in the wind, his tone so gentle that it made people's hair stand on end, like a ghost messenger from hell.
Dean Qi swallowed hard, took off her glasses and threw them aside, and put her hands, which were stained with the smell of medicine in the research laboratory, into her short and thick hair: "It's wrong for me to plot against you. I'm doing this for your own good."
"You and he are the only lucky ones in the Qi family. You both encountered the antidote given by God," she said, reciting the lines she had chewed over. "We have so many brothers and sisters. If you hadn't created triggers for them to get sick in order to get promoted, they would all still be alive. The Qi family wouldn't be so deserted."
Qi Yilao rubbed the thin calluses on his knuckles. To get promoted? He just took the knife from someone else to defend himself.
"With Xiao Ling, you will have many descendants," Dean Qi pointed to the tombstone illuminated by the fire and said sincerely, "Maybe you will be luckier than him and have many children and grandchildren. You will become a miracle of the Qi family and bring honor to your ancestors. How wonderful it is."
Qi Yiliao squatted down and said, "You hate the people in this tomb, why do you target me?"
"Second sister," he pulled her ten fingers out of her hair and straightened her messy hair. He moved his palm down and pinched her neck, sighing helplessly, "You have added a lot of trouble to my already messy life."
Dean Qi's breathing became difficult, her eyelids rolled up, and bloodshot appeared on her protruding whites. She had done many experiments on herself, and after going through untold hardships, she gave birth to a child, a healthy child with no trace of the Qi family. However, she was ultimately unable to get rid of the distorted factor in her genes. If it hadn't been for long-term medication that turned her into a half-medicated person, and if she hadn't accidentally suppressed the disease, she would have been buried here.
After her intelligence score was detected, the man nominally called her father sent her to the so-called special gene human bed and used her for experiments.
Her brother is a dozen years younger than her, and the hardships he endured were not of the same nature as hers.
She hates it.
The Qi family cannot go to extinction, this sick family must go on.
She doesn't care.
It’s almost time to reach middle age.
Dean Qi gave up struggling and waited for death to come.
The force on her neck loosened, and she instinctively gasped for breath, continuously stuffing oxygen into her lungs.
Still want to live.
Who would want to die when you can live
The paper money in the brazier burned to ashes. When the wind blew, they flew all over the brother and sister, who had no blood ties at all.
The tombstones were all looking at them, indifferently and self-deprecatingly.
Qi Yiliao took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers slowly: "The work at the Research Institute is heavy. You are old and can't do it. Don't do it anymore. I have chosen a place for you to retire."
Dean Qi's cough was stuck in her sore throat. She would never be able to return to Xicheng and return to the job she loved.
However, she thought this person would dig a hole and bury her.
"Second sister, I became easy-going after I took over the Qi family. Have you forgotten?" Qi Yiliao stood up, looked down at her, and said warmly, "Even if I have lost my memory, I am still the same as before."
Dean Qi felt a chill run down his spine as he thought about the speed with which new graves had been added to the cemetery on his way to power.
He is very unstable now and too dangerous.
There must have been a moment when he really wanted to strangle her neck.
It was the word "restraint" that saved her. When she was on the verge of suffocation, she vaguely heard him whispering those two words, his breath dark and rotten.
Despite this, Dean Qi still risked his life to shout out: "Why not follow your instinct?"
Qi Yilao kept walking and the dirty handkerchief was crushed under his feet.
"If you obey, you will feel comfortable. Why resist? Haven't you forgotten about the wild rice? Your persistence is meaningless!" Dean Qi's panting sounded like a broken bellows. Such a big bait was stuffed to his mouth. He could eat it by just opening his mouth. Why didn't he eat it? Aren't you father and son? They look exactly like each other and have the same score on the intelligence test. They are recognized by the Qi family as the most similar father and son.
"Aliao, do you want Aunt Liu to die in vain?" Dean Qi shouted.
What responded to her was a sound like the scream of a ghost.
Dean Qi glanced at the tombstone, then she grabbed the brazier with twitching fingers and smashed it hard.
The castle was as bright as day, with every corridor and every floor brightly lit.
Qi Yiliao walked along, controlling his mind all the way, with the word "restraint" constantly spilling out from his lips.
Qi Da came over quietly to report: "Master Qi, the surveillance has been repaired."
"All?" Qi Yiliao's steps slowed down.
"Only three and a half years to the day before yesterday." Qi Da followed behind, "There are too many. We took the initiative to pick out Bai Shao's part first."
Seeing that the person in front of him didn't respond, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued speaking.
Qi Yiliao heard that three and a half years ago, the number of surveillance cameras in Lan Mo Mansion increased several times, and was as dense as a spider web. His eyebrows moved slightly. He had no recollection of that incident, and could not figure out the motive for encrypting the surveillance. It seemed that there was an extremely secret piece of his missing memory that no one around him knew about, and he had to recover it himself.
At about two in the morning, Qi Yiliao got up from the icy bathtub, reached for his bathrobe with his arms that were cold and white, put it on, tied the belt casually, and walked out loosely. After walking a short distance, he still habitually put on the bathrobe tightly and put on the mask of an abstinent gentleman.
Qi Yiliao picked up the remote control and opened the multifunctional wall in front of the bed. A whole wall of surveillance appeared in front of him. He clicked on the first one in the upper left corner in chronological order.
That was the first time Jiaobai entered Lanmo Mansion, as Shen Ji's little toy.
The monitoring progress bar is moving.
Qi Yiliao stared with a cigarette between his lips. He saw Jiao Bai, who looked sick, walk into the backyard and was caught by him. He was surprised that he only gave a verbal warning for the sake of education and did nothing else.
When he saw Jiaobai sitting on his lap, he frowned slightly, as if he was rejecting and uncomfortable. But his legs felt slightly hot, as if there was really a peach-shaped butt pressing on them.
Qi Yilao's throat was itchy, and his idle, wet and cold hands moved in the air. He sat back a little, leaning his lean body against the head of the bed, his muscular lines flexed under his soaked bathrobe.
In the picture, Jiao Bai was slapped by Shen Ji. Qi Yilao's brows tightened slightly, and his teeth dug into the cigarette butt, grinding unconsciously.
When Shen Ji pulled out the belt and swung it at Jiao Bai, Qi Yilao stood up suddenly. He saw the belt hitting Jiao Bai's arm, and Jiao Bai fell on him screaming in pain.
A handful of cigarette ash was shaken off violently and was already cold when it landed on Qi Yilao's instep, but it was heated by his elevated body temperature and the blood rushing rapidly under his skin.
Qi Yiliao did not sit down. His brows were raised high and a heavy gasp came from the depths of his throat as if his reverse scales were pulled.
"Mr. Shen..."
Qi Yiliao gritted his teeth and looked back with a gloomy face.
What follows are bits and pieces of information about Jiaobai's long stay in Lanmo Mansion. Qi Yiliao discovered that every time he approached, he was the one who tried every means to get in touch with the other party.
Qi Yilao asked people around him during the day why he liked茭白, but no one could answer.
The surveillance camera saw this, but he still didn't understand.
Qi Yiliao flipped through the surveillance footage several times before his gaze on Jiaobai increased, and noticed a watershed.
It seems like, Jiaobai said he was possessed by evil spirits
He actually believed that superstition? And he wanted to find out the truth
Seeing himself picking out the date pit from Jiaobai's mouth with his own hands, sitting beside his bed like a madman in the middle of the night, stroking his chin covered with bruises... Qi Yiliao could barely remain calm.
Until I secretly kissed his hair, his fingertips, his earlobes, and the bite marks on the back of his neck in the surveillance video...
Stolen kisses, stolen kisses, stolen kisses, all stolen kisses.
Qi Yiliao turned off the lights in silence, hiding his embarrassed expression in the darkness.