Jiaobai ate breakfast and lunch together. He had no appetite for the soft and fragrant rice and the dishes on the table.
"Mr. Bai, we kept what happened last night a secret from Brother Zhen." Qi Er said, "He is out of town on business, and the brothers are afraid that he will be distracted."
When Brother Zhen asked, everyone said the same thing, saying that everything was fine in Xicheng and his brother was fine.
"I understand the logic. I won't tell him until he comes back." Jiaobai understood.
Qi Er retreated with peace of mind.
Jiaobai drank two mouthfuls of soup and threw the delicate spoon into the bowl. He quickly stood up and strode towards the young man who was helped in.
Shen Er'an had woken up a long time ago, and he came to Lan Mo Mansion just now. This was his way of finally pulling himself out of this rotten world a little bit.
Even so, there was still a hole in his heart.
It's rotten through, but I don't feel any pain, it's just too ugly and disgusting.
Disgusting myself.
It will never get better.
The whole mountain is covered with snow, and it is still snowing. The snow is falling heavily and violently.
Jiaobai shuddered and said, "You must be hungry. Eat something first, and then we can talk."
Shen Eran didn't move.
Jiaobai asked the person who was supporting Shen Er'an to go down, and he went over to take the place.
But his physique was no match for the Qi family's thugs, so he couldn't hold on steadily.
Shen Er'an slowly stood up.
Jiao Bai saw Shen Er'an's eyes on his stomach, and he understood and said, "It's nothing."
"Let me take a look." Shen Er'an lowered his eyes, his eyes were dark and his complexion was very bad.
Jiao Bai glanced around the dining room and saw surveillance cameras everywhere, and Qi Yilao's eyes were all over it.
I don’t know if Qi Yilao watched the surveillance video when he was in the company.
The wild rice stem lifted up the hem of his short sleeves. He woke up at noon and applied cold compress for a while, but it didn't get better so quickly.
The young man in front of him was choking, feeling suppressed and grief-stricken.
Jiaobai straightened her clothes, pulled him to sit at the table, gave him a bowl of millet porridge and a pair of chopsticks, and said, "Eat."
Shen Er'an vomited for a long time in the clinic. His stomach was empty and painful as if it was on fire. He stared blankly at the only bowl of porridge on the table. His red eyes did not see the cold and mysterious corner of the castle, but only the person who was looking at him with concern.
The porridge was specially made by Aunt Liu. Shen Er'an's self-loathing must have reached a critical point, and if it exceeds a little more, he will commit suicide.
Like Shen Er'an and Li Jue, the protagonist's halo will not let them die, it's just torture.
From the beginning, the process, to the end, it's all those two words.
Jiaobai's injured left hand was in his trouser pocket, and he didn't even take it out. But Shen Eran was watching stubbornly.
“…” Jiaobai put his purple hands on the table so that he could see them to his heart’s content.
Shen Er'an was frozen for a long time. He buried his haggard face in his hands and banged his head heavily on the edge of the table. He couldn't straighten his back.
The boy looked like he had contracted a serious illness and was still ill. His self-esteem, his limited energy, his vitality... all were taken away by the disease.
Jiaobai wanted to leave and let Shen Eran stay alone for a while. Before he stood up, Shen Eran spoke, and the sound came out from the gap between his palms, vague and heavy.
"sorry."
Without waiting for Jiaobai to respond, Shen Eran laughed at himself and said, "I told you this at the beginning of this year."
Jiaobai turned the keychain on his phone.
"I thought that was the last time you got hurt because of me." Shen Er'an's lungs felt like they were pierced by something, and he had difficulty breathing. "Ever since you transferred to No. 3 Middle School and met me, you've always been hurt."
His head was still on the table, and there were two drops of liquid on the ground at his feet: "It was me who indirectly hurt you before."
"Now, I'm going to hurt you directly." Shen Er'an's voice was hoarse and hoarse.
Jiaobai sat over and patted his shaking shoulders: "My friend, don't feel so guilty. You are also a victim."
Shen Er'an choked even more.
Jiaobai knew very well that his comfort was of no use.
Shen Er'an's paranoia must be overwhelming, no matter what kind of emotion it is, he is paranoid. Right and wrong are basically his personal definitions, and he has the final say.
The bowl of porridge went from warm to completely cold. Shen Eryan finally put down his hands that were covering his face. He looked at the table, his eyes were red and he looked listless.
Jiaobai rubbed his cheek with one hand: "Can we chat now?"
Shen Er'an nodded slightly.
"I learned what happened from Li Jue." Jiao Bai said, "Have you contacted the friend who sent you to Xicheng? He must be very worried because he can't find you."
"Contact, passed." Shen Er'an replied hoarsely, "He is mine."
Finally, Shen Eran mentioned a name, Tan Jun.
A plot flower exploded in Jiaobai's mind: Tan Jun, damn, he was the leader of Shen Er'an's black technology team.
She is also Shen Er'an's mother, the secret admirer of the tea-picking girl, who came to help him kick out Shen Ji and bring down the Cen family.
Such a reliable person was defeated by Li Jue's protagonist halo.
To be precise, it was the main storyline of the two protagonists that led him away.
In the comics, Tan Jun is Shen Er'an's military advisor and general. He is a great man who is good at both civil and military affairs. He was sent by Shen Er'an to find Li Jue, but he fell into a trap set by Cen Jingmo and died miserably. Before his death, he was also bullied by a group of people...
Jiao Bai waved away the comics that popped up in his mind: "Have you dealt with the little woolen pendant that Zhao Lian gave you?"
Shen Er'an said nothing.
After a while, he took out the small pendant from his pocket.
Jiaobai suggested: "If you still want to keep it, wash off the powder on it and soak it in disinfectant or something." Although Li Jue said it was a set meal and the powder alone would not work, but medicine is three-part poison, it is not good to leave it on.
Shen Eran rubbed the pendant.
In Jiaobai's field of vision were his two hands wrapped in gauze. It was summer and it was easy for infection to occur. He had not yet finished suffering.
Shen Eran is quieter than before.
No, it's not just quiet, there's also... a whirlpool beneath the lake.
Jiaobai squinted his eyes for a while, then stood up suddenly. For a moment just now, he seemed to see a scumbag who walked out of a comic book.
The biggest node is no longer there. Even if Shen Er'an's future trajectory will be connected with Li Jue, it will not be tighter than last night.
Moreover, he was on guard, so it would be difficult for Li Jue to get close to him.
Jiaobai sat back and looked at Shen Eran who was immersed in his own world: "You..."
The voice stopped.
Shen Eran threw the small woolen pendant into the trash can and started drinking his porridge.
Jiaobai frowned. The scumbag top and the cheap bottom are just tools to produce melodrama. He enjoys drinking melodrama, but that doesn't mean he likes to meet them in real life.
The snow was still falling on the mountain, and the top of the mountain was all cold and white.
This made Jiao Bai feel a little relieved. It was good that it was still snowing. If it was blood rain, or black hail, or big knife-like hail, it would be fucking scary.
Jiao Bai scanned the six friends on the list. Li Jue, Zhang Zhen, and Shen Er'an were all stuck at level 50, just waiting for an opportunity.
The rest are Yu Ling, Cen Jingmo, and Qi Yilao.
The first two are tied up, so they can just deal with Yu Ling. The second one...
There's a ghost.
Absolutely. Qi Yiliao's interest in him and his level of activity are seriously mismatched.
Jiaobai got angry when he thought about it, and wanted to dig a hole to bury the small key, so that Qi Yilao would hit his head in the cage and bleed.
"You've gained weight living here." Shen Er'an put down the empty bowl and said in a low voice.
Wild rice: “…”
There's no need to explain this, I'm your brother.
"Here, you like it." Shen Er'an smiled at him, very shallowly and vaguely.
"I'm used to living here." Jiaobai shrugged.
Shen Er'an's legs and hands hurt under the table. He couldn't sit still. His back was covered in cold sweat and his vision was a little dark. "Don't go back to South City again. It's not good for you there."
Jiao Bai saw that Shen Eran was holding back, so he quickly picked him up from the chair and said, "I'll take you to lie down."
Shen Er'an's lips turned pale: "Jiaobai, I almost did that last night,"
"I know how you feel. I've had similar experiences." Jiaobai supported him.
Shen Er'an's pupils shrank.
"Relax, I haven't finished yet." Jiaobai took Shen Eran and walked step by step to the guest room closest to the dining room. "I also survived, but I soaked in cold water for a long time, and the dosage was not as large as yours."
Jiaobai praised: "You are amazing." This is the truth. If the light in Shen Er'an's heart was shattered by the claws of desire, then when he rushed over, it would be in progress.
"But I still..." Shen Er'an clenched his fists, blood seeping out of the gauze, and a distorted expression flashed across his sickly pale face.
"This shows that you are a normal person with healthy functions." Jiaobai had just finished speaking when the old perverted bird in a cage appeared in front of him, and his eyes twitched.
"Forget it." Jiaobai said, "The more you take it seriously, the more of a problem it becomes." "It's like when you step on shit while walking, you wash or throw away your shoes, but you still feel like there is shit on your feet and your life smells like shit. This is unnecessary." Jiaobai's words are rough but his logic is sound.
Shen Eran was silent for a while, then asked, "That person is your neighbor. Can I take revenge on him?"
Jiaobai was stumped by the question.
"Wait a little longer." Jiaobai said. Wait for me to let him join the group.
In fact, it is best not to retaliate.
I'm afraid you'll get covered in shit again.
The best way to deal with shit is to stay away from it.
But Jiaobai couldn't say it at this time. This was not what Shen Eran needed.
"I won't treat him the way he has treated me. I just want the Chu family to be unable to protect him." Shen Er'an didn't ask Jiao Bai why he wanted him to wait, but only said, "He drugged me, and I didn't touch him in the end. This matter is fine, forget it. But he shouldn't be in front of my mother..."
Shen Er'an paused, his eyelashes fluttering slightly: "This is something I cannot forgive."
The second half of the sentence was spoken clearly without any stuttering.
He used all his strength to grab the silent Jiaobai and looked over with bloodshot eyes.
That was the anxiety of a child who was about to do something bad. He was afraid that his friends would think he was bad and would not want him anymore.
So he wanted to look into his friend's eyes to see if he was still there.
Jiaobai said, "Hmm," "I understand."
Shen Er'an smiled.
It’s great that his friends understand him.
Shen Er'an stayed in Lanmo Mansion for two days. During this time, Qi Yilao met with him and asked about his situation. He also told him to tell him if he had any needs and there was no need to be restrained.
Qi Yilao's attitude as an elder is impeccable, no doubt about it.
On the third day, Shen Er'an said goodbye to Jiaobai, saying that he had something to do.
Jiaobai was worried that he was going to mess with the Chu family.
This is very risky. Chu Dongshan and Shen Ji are old friends, and Shen Ji and the Shen family are not Shen Er'an's backers.
Shen Er'an seemed to know what Jiao Bai was thinking. He explained that he was not seeking revenge against Li Jue, but was moving his mother's grave. It was dirty there.
Jiaobai gave Shen Er'an some instructions, asking him to pay attention to the injuries on his limbs, to leave the relocation of the grave to people around him, and not to try to be resolute. He should call Shen Er'an if he had any problems.
After sending Shen Er'an away, Jiao Bai went to the second floor underground.
The table in Qi Yilao's study was replaced with a new one. What he meant was that from now on, the two of them would carve the word "restraint" together.
The study has a bookshelf filled with medical books, and everything from the books to the wooden shelves is brand new.
Moreover, there was a large laboratory opposite the study, which was fully equipped with equipment, a large nest of mice, and a row of human skeletons and skulls. This was used by Zizania for experiments when she went to college.
All of the above are graduation gifts.
Jiaobai pushed open the door of the study and went in. Qi Yilao was inside resting with his eyes closed.
I don’t know what bad things happened to this old pervert that he needed to come here to adjust his mood.
Jiao Bai did not go to Qi Yilao. He found a medical book on the bookshelf that he could barely understand, and sat on the chair backwards to read it.
Qi Yiliao didn't stand up either.
There was an indescribable harmony in the study.
They both have their own areas and do not interfere with each other, yet they breathe the same air.
I don’t know how long it was before there was a knock on the door and Aunt Liu brought some fruit.
Jiaobai went to open the door: "Come in."
Aunt Liu stood at the door without moving. She handed the fruit plate to Jiaobai, and when he took it, she took several steps back. Wenwan's face looked a little unhappy.
Jiao Bai thought of a possibility. Aunt Liu couldn't even enter the study room on the second floor? Doesn't that mean that besides Qi Yilao, he was the only one who could enter and leave Lan Mo Mansion
Such a great privilege...
He quickly glanced at Qi Yiliao's activity level, and it was still around 20? ! ! !
Jiaobai carried a plate of peaches back to the study and slammed the door.
Qi Yilao was using a ruler to pick out the scriptures. After reading one page, he moved on to the next: "Who offended you?"
Jiaobai rolled his eyes and said, "No." Is your activity level fixed? Can you increase it? Can you
Qi Yiliao suddenly said: "Young people should be patient."
Jiaobai's head suddenly felt numb and he started sweating. What the hell, he had just finished complaining when Qi Yiliao said this. What a follow-up...
"Assistant, am I the only player in this comic world?" Jiao Bai couldn't help but ask this question in his mind. He was stunned after asking it. He didn't understand why he was doubting this.
Player Jiaobai questioned the rules and was given the first warning!
Wild rice: “…”
Forget it, it's better to deal with Qi Yiliao than this glass-hearted assistant. He walked to the desk and asked casually, "What do you mean by patience?"
"I mean, if you don't understand a book, just read it slowly, sentence by sentence." Qi Yiliao looked away from the scripture and glanced at him, "Why? What do you think?"
Haha, I didn’t think anything.
The peaches are produced by Lanmo Mansion. They are big and juicy.
He took a bite of the茭白, and the sweet juice overflowed from between his lips and teeth, wetting his blurred lips.
The young man licked his lips lazily and continued to chew the rotten peach.
Maybe she was enjoying the meal, her chubby toes on the slippers were slightly curled up.
Qi Yilao lowered his eyes to read the scriptures, and the ruler was casually scratching the pages, as if he was scratching something else.
There was a scent of fresh peach flesh beside him. A young man came over and looked at the scriptures spread out on the table.
"Third brother, how long have you not turned the page?" Jiaobai said while eating a peach, "Is it hard to understand? Let me take a look at this page."
It's all alien language.
Jiaobai also couldn't understand why some scriptures were like paintings, which were not something that humans could understand.
"Are peaches delicious?" Qi Yilao threw the ruler onto the scriptures.
"It's delicious." The茭白 gave him one.
Qi Yiliao shook his head: "Wait until spring, go to the backyard and plant a few peach trees."
"Isn't it already a lot?" said Jiaobai.
"Don't you feel a sense of accomplishment when you plant a tree and watch it slowly sprout, grow branches, and then bloom and bear fruit?" Qi Yiliao smiled.
Jiaobai was not convinced. He was not someone who was easily influenced by life.
A drop of peach juice fell from the young man's lips. Qi Yiliao stretched out his hand on his leg, and his fingertips were slightly wet.
He sniffed.
Sweet and fresh, not rotten.
"How come you got your hands wet just from eating a peach?" Qi Yiliao took out two tissues and gave them to him. "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow. Will you come with me?"
Jiaobai paused while wiping his fingers: "Why should I follow you?"
"Azhen is also there, let him take us around when the time comes." Qi Yiliao twirled his fingertips, "There's nothing going on at school for now."
"The college entrance examination is over. You can't stay in the house every day. Just take a medicinal bath to treat your dermatitis and try to avoid the sun." Qi Yiliao wiped off the juice that had flowed onto his forearm.
Jiaobai thought about it and thought maybe this business trip would give him the opportunity to meet Zhang Zhen who was over 50: "Okay."
In a villa in Xicheng, Chu Dongshan finished his second bottle of wine. He stared at the little man on the bed, and as if he had made up his mind, he dialed a number: "Old Shen, when will you return home?"
It was daytime at Shen Ji's end, and he was busy taking the old lady out of the hospital: "Tomorrow."
Chu Dongshan stroked his empty wine glass and asked, "Where is the plane landing?"
"West City." Shen Ji said.
Chu Dongshan smiled and said, "Okay then."
Shen Ji asked Chen Yiming to push the old lady, and he fell behind: "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Chu Dongshan's handsome eyebrows raised, "Call Lao Qi when we get together. The three of us haven't had a drink together in the past six months. You two are too busy."
"You know what's going on with my old lady." Shen Ji went to West City to pick up the puppy and take it back to South City. It would be a big deal if he met A Liao. I hope everything will be fine by then, without any messy accidents.
Chu Dongshan chatted with his old friend for a few words and then hung up in a hurry. He quickly went to the bed and looked at the waking child excitedly.
Li Jue's voice was hoarse: "Second Young Master..."
"I'm glad you still recognized me." Chu Dongshan touched his forehead, which was not so hot anymore. "You scared me this time."
Li Jue's sickly little face was full of guilt.
Chu Dongshan poured him a glass of water and fed him little by little: "These past few days you have been awake and unconscious, talking in your sleep and crying in your dreams. This sin is your own fault."
Li Jue cried silently.
"Do you know who Shen Er'an is?" Chu Dongshan wiped the water from the corner of his mouth with a tissue.
Li Jue looked at him blankly.
"He is the young master of the Shen family." Chu Dongshan said.
Li Jue opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
"You are really reckless." Chu Dongshan's tone was stern, but there was only heartache and fear in his eyes, "If he has the right of inheritance, what you did that night was equivalent to offending the entire Shen family."
He stroked the child's thin and weak back and said, "Do you like that boy so much?"
Li Jue was in a daze, he hadn't yet digested Shen Er'an's family background.
Chu Dongshan calmed the child down: "Don't do anything that would hurt yourself. I will," he coughed softly and changed the subject, "your grandma will be worried."
When Li Jue heard him mention grandma, she started crying and couldn't breathe: "It's my fault, I'm sorry grandma, I didn't accompany her well when I went to the hospital recently, I was always distracted, she blamed me, she must blamed me..."
"How could that be? That's your grandma. She will only worry about you." Chu Dongshan coaxed and comforted her. I will get back for you the suffering you endured in that small hotel.
Chu Dongshan asked the child to lie down quietly and went out quietly. He called a doctor.
I had just finished the call and was about to go back to my room when my cell phone rang. It was someone from home calling.
Chu Dongshan put down his hand on the door handle and went to the living room to answer: "Dad, what's the matter? It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Sleep your ass off! You're going to piss me off to death! Get back here!" the old man cursed, banging his cane loudly. "Take the garbage you picked up on the roadside with you!"