The茭白 returned to the Lanmo Mansion intact.
It was dawn, the sky was a pale green, and the entire castle was covered in a hazy halo, which was both eerie and mysteriously beautiful. He got off the car at the iron gate and walked into the dense forest path.
The green leaves rustled against each other, and the branches were swept downward by the wind, as if congratulating him for escaping from the gun.
At the small hotel, Qi Yilao's voice came from the phone. The murderous intent in Chu Dongshan's eyes was replaced by astonishment, but he did not stop pulling the trigger, but he moved the muzzle up in a flash. The bullet grazed Jiaobai's head and hit the wall.
As Jiaobai's ears were ringing, Chu Dongshan kicked away Qi Er who wanted to protect his master and walked towards him. He tapped his cold and stiff cheek with the gun and gave him a warning.
"Boy, if you get close to Xiaojue again, even if Lao Qi protects you, it will be useless. I will still make you die miserably."
After that, Chu Dongshan put away his gun, bent down and slowly picked up Li Jue from the ground, holding it with great care as if it were a fragile item that was the only one in the world.
Jiaobai's thoughts returned, he pushed aside the hanging branches and was pricked by a thorn on his finger.
Then a leaf was torn off the branch.
Crush the water chestnut leaves and throw them away. Children from large families have all received training. Even though Chu Dongshan is a playboy in this comic, his reaction ability and skills are still excellent.
Chu Dongshan guarded Li Jue unilaterally, wanting to take him out of the cage that imprisoned him. He contributed many fighting scenes to the comics, and finally died at the hands of Shen Er'an.
Tsk.
As Jiaobai walked, he looked up.
The egg white-like floating light is drilling into the gaps between the branches and leaves. The trend is neither crazy nor violent, but very gentle.
June 9, 2024.
On the first day after the college entrance examination, the sky behind Jiaobai was split by a golden line, and a large area of warm colors rushed towards him. Accompanied by the summer breeze mixed with the fragrance of plants and trees, his steps unconsciously became lighter. He actually felt like he was home.
Jiao Bai entered Lan Mo's house and saw the servants cleaning. They all stopped what they were doing, stood in two rows, and bowed to him respectfully.
"…" Jiaobai quickly stepped away. He almost got to the corner, but felt that his style was not good enough, so he stepped back and greeted everyone with a smile, "Good morning."
Retreat when you are done.
I’d better try not to get up early in the future. I really can’t stand this classic scene of the rich and powerful.
Jiaobai ran away quickly and didn't notice the subtle looks the servants gave him.
The master of Lanmo Mansion likes quietness, and the servants usually pick the right time to work, making very little noise, and leave after finishing their work without staying. They have never seen the young man more than once.
Each time more surprising than the last.
Aunt Liu told them not to take the young man too seriously, saying that he was not a young master and would not stay long and would leave sooner or later. But the bodyguards took him very seriously.
and,
Although they had not personally witnessed the host's attitude towards the young man, seeing how relaxed he was, as if he was at home, it was obvious that he was not restrained.
Jiaobai walked through several corridors towards his residence.
Aunt Liu came out from the other side of the corridor holding a deep blue vase with a thin neck. She didn't comment on the bloodstains on his clothes, nor did she ask any questions. She just let him go to the kitchen to get some soup to clear his lungs and nourish his liver.
Jiaobai was just about to say that he didn't want to drink so early in the morning and would wait until he woke up, when he heard her say softly, "Serve the gentleman a bowl."
"Is he up?" Jiaobai asked, yawning.
Aunt Liu glanced at him, her eyes full of clear complaints and blame.
The wild rice stem is inexplicable.
When he entered the room and found that the glass door leading to the courtyard was open and there was a blurry figure sitting in the courtyard, the sleepiness on his face immediately disappeared.
Jiaobai's hands were still on the hem of his T-shirt, ready to take off his clothes and go into the bathroom to take a shower. His mind was confused.
When he came to his senses, he was already standing in the courtyard, facing the man leaning on the recliner, and asked, "Third brother, why are you here?"
No response.
Jiaobai lowered his head and came closer. In the rising sun, the supporting character with the most fans in "Broken Wings" wore an iron-gray shirt, with a tie tied under the collar of the shirt in a strict and restrained manner. His legs under his trousers were bent and stretched, lazy and casual. He closed his eyes, his hair on his forehead was gently lifted by the wind, his eyebrows were deeply knitted, and the lines from the bridge of his nose to his jaw were deep and charming.
Old man.
Jiaobai called again: "Third brother?"
Still no sound. The person on the recliner seemed to have fallen to the bottom of the world, lifeless.
Jiaobai's back unconsciously bent even more, and he even put his hand under Qi Yiliao's nose to feel his breathing.
Hands caught.
A hoarse voice came from my ear: "What time is it?"
Jiaobai didn't answer, he complained about himself.
Even if you suspect Qi Yilao has ascended to heaven, there is no need to get so close to find out. Just check whether there are any white borders on the avatar in the list.
In my two lifetimes combined, my IQ has suffered a setback for the first time. It's unbelievable.
Jiaobai used his other hand to take out his cell phone from his pocket: "It will be five o'clock in three or four minutes."
The ending note that had not yet fallen changed its tone. His hand that was being held trembled slightly, and it felt a little itchy.
Qi Yiliao was sniffing his wrist: "Too fishy."
Wild rice: “…”
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he seemed to feel the lines and touch of the old pervert's nose.
Did he rub against me? Jiaobai thought with a weird frown.
"There was blood on my hands. I just wiped it casually without bothering to wash it." Just as Jiaobai was about to break free, the fingers on his wrist had already withdrawn.
Qi Yiliao sat up, lowered his head and rubbed his temples, looking very uncomfortable.
Jiaobai glanced at Qi Yiliao's profile picture.
The cat had only a small part of its fur left. Its head was drooping, its eyelids were raised, its golden pupils were facing upwards, and a little white was visible underneath. Its eyes looked particularly resentful.
It’s like saying: You still remember to come back
Jiaobai was amused by his own thoughts.
Qi Yiliao kept rubbing his temples: "What are you laughing at?"
"The college entrance examination is over. I'm happy." Jiaobai coughed twice. "Third brother, how long have you been sitting here?"
Qi Yiliao stood up and answered irrelevantly: "Your courtyard is cool, which is conducive to meditation."
Jiaobai twitched his lips and said, "Okay, this big castle is yours, you can stay wherever you want." He followed Qi Yiliao into the bedroom and looked around.
Qi Yiliao waited until he finished reading before he said helplessly, "Stop reading blindly. Go take a shower. You stink."
The wild rice stem smacked its lips.
In the hot summer, Qi Yilao stayed in the small yard where he had planted a bunch of flowers and plants and where vines were densely climbing up the wall. He didn't even have a mosquito bite and there was no sweat odor on his body.
Jiaobai took clothes from the closet and was about to go to the bathroom when he heard Qi Yiliao's voice from behind: "Are you hurt anywhere?"
"No." Jiaobai replied lazily, and then he heard footsteps behind him. Then, he was pinched by the back of his neck and turned to the side, and his shoulders and back felt cold.
The T-shirt appeared in Qi Yilao's hands.
Jiaobai: “…” It’s so fucking sudden.
The bedroom light was on, clearly illuminating the kick wound on his stomach.
He had severe dermatitis and would avoid any light that was even slightly stronger. Although his dermatitis has improved this year, he still habitually avoids the sun, so his skin color is very white, but still unhealthy.
A large purple bruise appeared on his belly, as if he had been beaten severely, which was shocking.
Jiaobai didn't look at Qi Yiliao immediately, he looked at the cat first.
The cat looked at him expressionlessly.
Jiaobai was suddenly startled. When he was kicked down by Shen Er'an in the clinic, the uncle was there.
The uncle must have told Qi Yiliao about this. How could he have forgotten this? I didn't sleep all night, and my brain was not enough.
Now it's all right. When Qi Yiliao asked, he was not honest.
Jiaobai grabbed the T-shirt that Qi Yiliao was holding, but failed to pull it out. He pulled it towards himself: "Third brother, I didn't hide this injury from you on purpose. It looks serious, but it's not...hiss!"
Qi Yiliao placed his fingertips on his wound: "It's not serious?"
Jiaobai howled in pain, his abdominal muscles trembled, and his thin waist was shaking.
Damn, of course it hurts if you touch me, I’m not made of steel.
Qi Yiliao brought his index and middle fingers together and pressed twice without much force: "Are there any other injuries?"
Jiaobai silently raised the hand that was hurt by Shen Eran's grip. Several of his finger bones were injured, and they were blue-black and aching all the time.
Just now in the courtyard, the one Qi Yiliao caught and sniffed was not this one, otherwise he would have shouted out on the spot.
Qi Yiliao raised his arm, held the young man's hand under his eyelids, checked his bones, and shook his head after a while: "You are capable, you took people out and hurt yourself."
It’s hard to describe wild rice stem in a few words.
Qi Yiliao returned the bloodstained T-shirt to him and said, "Go take a shower first, and wait for me in the room after you're done."
Ten minutes later, Jiaobai came out of the bathroom after blow-drying his hair. Qi Yiliao, who had also changed his clothes, was already waiting there. There was also a bottle of medicinal wine on the table.
The whole body of茭白 is sending out signals of rejection: No thanks!
Qi Yiliao pointed to the bed and said, "Lie down."
Jiaobai gritted his teeth and lay down on the bed, ready to die.
bring it on.
Jiaobai's impression of medicinal wine is two words: terrible. Because he was always injured in his previous life, he bought medicinal wine many times and applied it himself. It hurt so much that tears came out.
The sister at the pharmacy said that it would be useless if he didn't rub it open or until it became hot, so he could only rub it while feeling the pain.
Jiaobai tensed his hands and feet, but found a cool feeling on his injured left hand.
It doesn't hurt.
"Wipe your hands first. Apply cold compress to the wound on your stomach. Apply medicated wine tomorrow." Qi Yiliao pressed his slender finger bones.
When the pain in the茭白 was gone, I relaxed and my consciousness began to sink and then float up.
Can't he wipe the wound on his left hand himself
Besides, do I need to lie in bed to wipe my hands
The bed was too soft, and Jiaobai's shoulders and back sank into it unconsciously, sinking deeper and deeper.
Qi Yi asked calmly, "Do you want to take your friend here to live with you?"
Jiaobai moved his eyelids: "I don't know. I'll wait for the call from the clinic. When he wakes up, I'll ask him what he thinks."
"Can he live here?" Jiaobai yawned.
"Sure." Qi Yiliao smiled, "It's good to have someone of your age to play with you, so you don't get bored and run around in Lan Mo Mansion."
Jiaobai looked at Qi Yilao, who was treating his injuries and radiating the aura of a bodhisattva, and then looked at his activity level.
And then nothing happened.
The old pervert's activeness made Jiaobai feel disappointed.
When Jiaobai was about to fall asleep, he suddenly remembered something and he became much more sober: "Third brother, what about the second young master Chu..." "He took your neighbor from his hometown seriously." Qi Yiliao closed the lid of the medicinal wine.
Jiao Bai curled his lips: "Second Master Chu shot me."
"I know." Qi Yiliao rubbed the top of his head, "Go to sleep, and have breakfast when you wake up."
Jiaobai opened his eyes, looking like he was unwilling to close his eyes: "He thought I was going to push Li Jue down the stairs, but actually Li Jue jumped off the building, and I pulled him back in time."
As for the fact that Li Jue drugged and imprisoned Shen Er'an, Jiao Bai did not say anything. After all, that involved Shen Er'an's self-esteem and dignity.
Although he was sure that Qi Yiliao had already learned the general situation from his subordinates.
"Hmm." Qi Yiliao's palm, which smelled of medicinal wine, moved down, brushed across the young man's soft eye corners and pale cheeks, and landed on his slightly rounded chin, pinching it lightly.
"Uncle believes in you."
Jiaobai closed his eyes, and he soon fell asleep.
Qi Yilao went to the courtyard to make a phone call. He lit a cigarette and held it between his lips, then raised his head slightly as he watched the rising smoke.
The blood-red clouds on the horizon were reflected in his dark pupils, as if they were seeping in bit by bit.
After the cigarette was finished, Qi Yiliao dusted off the ash in front of him, turned around and walked to the glass door, opened it and closed it again.
The young man on the bed was fast asleep, and he didn't even notice a mosquito clinging to his neck.
I don't know where the mosquito came from. It sucked the blood of so many people that its belly was bloated and it was full. Its reaction was very slow. It was dirty and stupid.
Two fingers pinched it up. All the blood it drank burst out.
Qi Yilao lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the bright red of his fingertips. He lifted his feet and went to the bathroom, washing his hands for a long time before coming out.
The person on the bed murmured, he turned over, his hand touched the phone beside the pillow, and he fumbled to grab it.
The disgust in Qi Yilao's eyes disappeared, he walked to the bedside and took the young man's cell phone out.
The mobile phone was pulled out, but the pendant was still held.
The young man's fair fingers were hooked on the black keychain, and the small key was pinched between his fingers and rubbed.
Qi Yiliao looked at it expressionlessly for a moment, and his throat moved slightly, almost imperceptibly.
The next second, Qi Yiliao opened the back of the young man's collar and rubbed the bite mark that had long faded. After a few moments, he slowly lowered his head, opened his lips, and there was a faint hot breath coming from deep in his throat.
It was like the sound of a trapped animal deep in a cage hitting the cage.
The moment Qi Yiliao bit down, his teeth suddenly retracted, and his lips just brushed past. He seemed to turn sideways with great difficulty, bent his waist, pressed his trembling legs with his elbows, crossed his hands against his forehead, and veins jumped on his neck. I don't know what was going on in his half-closed eyes.
"Restrain..."
"The cage..."
Two voices sounded at the same time.
The former is the devil adding shackles to himself, and the latter is the mumbling of a sleeper.
Qi Yiliao tilted his head, stared at the young man holding the small key, and laughed strangely: "It's yours, no one will snatch it from you."