The weather in summer is the most changeable. The sky is clear and clear outside the house, but a dull thunder sounded out of nowhere, like a heavy drumbeat hitting her heart.
Yan Qiwei held back her beating heart, pretended she was still bound, and watched Qi Zhengrong approaching step by step with a blank expression.
He seemed to be in a good mood, his stubby and dark knuckles slowly stroked the cold iron rod, and he said leisurely, "You two, who comes first?"
After speaking, it was like a test, and he lifted the iron rod and slammed it on Liang Xiao's chest. The latter's face was ashen in pain, and he bit his lower lip without making a sound.
"No, no, it's really boring to deal with you." Qi Zhengrong sighed, his cloudy eyes turned to Yan Qiwei, and his mouth was full of yellow teeth when he grinned, "I haven't beaten Miss Qianjin, and today is the first time."
When Liang Xiao heard the words, his eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Qi Zhengrong!"
"My heart hurts? Son, why don't you understand." He sneered, his arms bursting with terrifying blue veins like the roots of an old tree, "Wealthy people like them who have been pampered since childhood, on the surface, they are good to you, but in their hearts It's unsightly."
After seeing Liang Xiao's slightly stunned expression, the man raised his arms and continued, "Cheap is cheap. Do you think that being adopted by the Liang family will allow them to truly accept it? Stop dreaming, they secretly laughed at you how many times. "
After the words were finished, the iron rod in his hand smashed down.
However, it did not fall on Yan Qiwei after all - when he saw that Qi Zhengrong was about to make a move, the young man who should have been bound by his hands and feet in his impression suddenly got up and threw him to the ground.
Qi Zhengrong's eyes widened in shock, but he quickly let out a sneer: "The two of you put your hands together, and you are not my opponent."
Liang Xiao half-closed his blood-stained eyelashes, knowing that this sentence is true.
Not only did he receive a series of merciless beatings when he was first tied up, but he also received a sturdy blow just now, and his throat was so stinky that blood almost gushed out.
After this action, the nerves all over his body felt a dull pain as if being crushed by a heavy object. He knew that his strength was almost exhausted, and even getting up and running would be a problem, not to mention fighting an adult man in close quarters. .
As for Weiwei... Her body has always been weak, and she is so tired that she can't breathe after a little exercise. In the case of his body being scrapped, it is absolutely impossible to fight back against Qi Zhengrong.
Liang Xiao knew from the beginning that the phrase "the two escaped together" was just an empty consolation. But even with little hope, he still wanted to do everything in his power to save her life, even at his own expense.
This is his real plan.
"I don't have the strength to escape. The adoptive mother will be back soon, you should leave now—"
Liang Xiao spoke quickly and anxiously, but before he could finish speaking, Qi Zhengrong's knees pushed him hard against his lower abdomen.
The body curled up subconsciously in pain, while the man grabbed his arm tightly, knocking it down in an instant.
"Are you acting in a TV series?" Qi Zhengrong stood up and kicked him, "None of you can escape."
All this in a matter of tens of seconds.
An untimely pain came from her heart, Yan Qiwei frowned and covered her chest.
This body is too delicate, and it can be said that it is vulnerable to Qi Zhengrong, who has an absolutely overwhelming advantage. She took a step back, but did not turn around to leave, her eyes wandered in this empty warehouse, and there were no tools to use as far as she could see, except...
Before the messy thoughts were settled, she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow behind the man, and pushed him down to the ground again.
It's Liang Xiao.
Covered in blood, with red eyes, Liang Xiao couldn't help trembling even with the simplest movements.
"Are you sick! I will kill you!"
Qi Zhengrong scolded the mother, the blue veins burst out on his forehead, and he raised his fist and hit him in the face.
Scarlet blood spilled out of his nose, and his internal organs seemed to be out of place. But until this moment, Liang Xiao has not let go of the right hand that was gripping the hem of the man's clothes.
Breathing heavily, he glanced sideways at Yan Qiwei, and there was a flash of determination in the cobweb-like red blood.
He was urging her to leave.
Yan Qiwei realized with hindsight that from the very beginning, Liang Xiao was determined to take her own life to fight for her chance to escape.
The memory flashed back inexplicably many years ago, when she and Xia Xi watched TV series together.
In order to protect the girl he loves, the male protagonist holds the sword alone against the villain who is much stronger than him. At that time, they complained while watching: This kind of bloody plot can only appear in TV dramas. How can there be people in reality who are willing to sacrifice themselves for the girl they like
—Yeah, how could it exist.
The path of fate diverges here, and only one of them can survive.
And she already knew the answer.
Dark clouds grew little by little from the horizon, like a mess of cotton wool all over the sky, the light in the room gradually dimmed, and only the obsidian-like eyes of the boy reflected a little light.
Yan Qiwei took a deep breath.
She didn't leave as she said, but stepped forward while Qi Zhengrong was focusing all his attention on Liang Xiao, and picked up the heavy iron rod that had been thrown on the ground.
—Then decided to raise his hand and waved it to the back of the man's head.
When the iron product collided with the skull, there was a terrifying muffled sound, followed by Qi Zhengrong's heart-piercing cry. Before he could turn his head to fight back, Yan Qiwei raised the stick again and smashed it down with gritted teeth.
What he saw in front of his eyes was the iron rod glowing with cold light and the bright red and sticky blood. Qi Zhengrong used his last strength to turn his head and turn around. There was no brilliance in his turbid eyes, like a river without waves in the dark night.
Another muffled thunder sounded, and he finally collapsed, unconscious.
The iron bar made an extremely harsh and crisp sound when it landed, and Yan Qiwei shuddered. She took out a pack of tissues from the dirty school uniform pocket, and squatted down to wipe the blood for Liang Xiao.
Nosebleeds poured out uncontrollably, dyeing red paper after paper. Her voice was as faint as the chirping of mosquitoes, drowned in the faint sound of thunder in the distance: "Liang Xiao, don't be afraid, let's go home."
He couldn't even say a word in reply, and he tried all his strength to hold his eyes. Before Liang Xiao fell asleep, all she saw in her eyes was her appearance.
The girl's eyes were filled with gleaming water, and her pale cheeks were stained with dust and blood droplets. It was a treasure that he was willing to give up his life to protect.
And now, she's taking him home.
The pain and drowsiness eroded the nerves together, and the young man finally couldn't continue to hold on, he could only relax the tense state of the whole body, and fell asleep unconsciously.
When his nosebleed finally stopped, Yan Qiwei struggled to help Liang Xiao up, used most of her body to bear his weight, and approached the warehouse step by step.
Sure enough, they were located in an unknown suburb, surrounded by weeds and desolation, and the pond outside the house was covered with green moss because it had been neglected for a long time.
The sky has completely darkened, the sun has been swallowed up by the menacing clouds, and the gloomy and tense atmosphere is quite like the mountains and rains are coming.
Yan Qiwei thought blankly, since they had successfully escaped, Qi Zhengrong would definitely not be able to wake up again for a while, what else could have caused her to die
Will it be…
Her heart was blown lightly by the howling wind.
Is there such a possibility that she unintentionally broke the established fate, seized the most important link from the infinitely small possibility, and rescued herself from the dead end
After all, both she and Xia Meng were able to break free from the original plot and embarked on a path completely different from their fate.
However, this idea was sprouting, and it was smashed by reality mercilessly.
A sharp female voice cut through the surrounding silence and startled the perching birds: "What are you doing?"
- Liang Xiao's adoptive mother stood not far away, dumbfounded, carrying two huge suitcases in her hands.
Yan Qiwei originally thought that she would spend a lot of time getting the ransom, but she did not expect the transaction to end so quickly.
The woman's facial features were crumpled in shock and anger. After putting the suitcase on the ground, she took out a dagger from her pocket: "Where's my husband?"
At that moment, Yan Qiwei quickly estimated in her mind the possibility of her subduing her, and the result was less than one percent.
Liang Xiao's adoptive mother is a farmer all the year round, and her strength is definitely not small, not to mention that she is full of bandit spirit now, I am afraid that if she moves her hand, it will be fatal.
"Your husband passed out." At this time, confrontation should be avoided as much as possible. Yan Qiwei tried to communicate with her and said softly, "You have already received the money, so it is good for everyone to part ways. If you can let us go, I would never divulge any information to anyone else."
"You think I'm stupid?" The woman sneered, looking at the unconscious Liang Xiao, without him, it would be much easier to deal with the weak lady in front of you, "You two will definitely tell the police our identities, only the dead are the dead ones. won't speak."
After she finished speaking, she rushed over with the dagger in her hand. In order to protect Liang Xiao, Yan Qiwei could only let him lie down on the ground for a while, and she went up to fight with her.
The fight between women was nothing more than slapping and pulling hair, but the woman held a cold-glowing knife in her hand. Yan Qiwei's strength has long been worn down by the previous tossing, and now she is powerless just to avoid the dagger.
She was a little remorseful, if she had carried that iron rod with her, the situation might have been much better. Now that he is completely at a disadvantage, the remaining strength is about to be squandered.
The woman's movements are chaotic but aggressive. She is in a completely passive situation. If she can't dodge in time, the tip of the knife sinks into her abdomen.
Yan Qiwei grew up coddled and has never experienced such hard torture. The dagger was cold, and when it was pierced into the body, there was a severe tearing pain, which made her dazed for a while.
Come on, don't give up, she said to herself in her heart.
Thinking about Liang Xiao, at least he survived in the end.
That's right, Liang Xiao.
As soon as he thought of this name, his hazy, gradually blurred brain suddenly became clear and clear. She groaned because of the pain in her abdomen, tears fell involuntarily, but her mind was very clear and calm, struggling to hold the woman's wrist.
It turns out that bleeding is such a painful thing, how did Liang Xiao keep silent.
The dagger was pulled out suddenly, and with Yan Qiwei's forceful swing, it slipped from the woman's hand and fell into a deep pond not far away.
The dense raindrops fell from the sky, the thunder sounded like the violent roar of a beast, the dagger made a muffled sound when it fell into the water, and there was no sound other than that.
It turned out to be so.
Yan Qiwei couldn't help raising the corners of her lips.
She found a way to break the game, but also to enter the dead end.
"Auntie, we have almost nothing to do with each other, but you are pressing hard. Let me think about it. Could it be because of... jealousy?"
She said it with confidence, and deliberately angered the other party. And the woman in front of her wrinkled her face when she heard the words, and rushed towards her angrily.
Yan Qiwei covered her wound and dodged sideways, then took a step back: "I guessed right? I'm really sorry. Because after today, Liang Xiao and I will continue to live in a rich and powerful family, and you and your husband will have to spend the rest of our lives in prison. Pass."
"shut up!"
This sentence obviously stabbed the other party's sore spot. The woman seemed to lose her mind. She stepped forward and grabbed her collar, raising her free arm.
However, before the slap fell, the whole person fell forward uncontrollably - the little girl who was being suppressed suddenly hugged her hard and used all her strength to lean back.
The destination is the bottomless pond.
The duckweed and the pool water were wrapped together, and the bone-piercing coldness penetrated into the internal organs. Yan Qiwei choked on her saliva, and saw the struggling woman through her wet eyelashes.
She was afraid of water since she was a child, so she never learned to swim. His body shivered with cold and fear, and there was only one thought in his mind.
Hold her tight.
Just like when Liang Xiao was beaten by Qi Zhengrong, he grabbed the corner of the opponent's shirt.
Her body was sinking like lead and iron. Before her consciousness was swallowed up by the pool water, Yan Qiwei finally thought in a confused way—
It doesn't matter, Liang Xiao will rescue her from the water one day.
In the river that surrounds the imperial capital.
Three years later.
Yan Qiwei woke up crying, tears flowing uncontrollably.
She fell asleep in Liang Xiao's arms at some point, and when she opened her eyes, she happened to meet his black eyes full of concern.
The young man still kept holding her in his arms, and his right hand brushed Yan Qiwei's cheek as gently as possible, carefully wiping away the tears for her in her sleep.
Seeing her open her eyes, Liang Xiao paused slightly, but did not avoid her eyes.
His voice seemed to come from far, far away, as gentle as a fragile dream: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Yan Qiwei trembled, raised her hand and touched Liang Xiao's cheek.
Gentle, soft, and true, he was by her side.
The memory submerged in the pool water is like a gangrene attached to the bones, cutting the memory into scattered pieces. Her mind went blank, she didn't have time to think about anything else, she leaned forward and kissed the young man's cold lips.
Like a dry flower in the rain, a dying fish falls into the water.
This unexpected kiss was hot and crazy, Liang Xiao lowered his eyes, and after being stunned for a moment, he patiently and slowly stroked her long soft hair, like some kind of calm comfort and guidance.
His movements were also unskilled, with thin lips jerky but firmly covering Yan Qiwei's lips, but she more boldly pried open the young man's tense and stiff teeth, and the soft tip of his tongue drove straight in almost greedily.
Like a soldering iron, it burned his ears.
In front of her eyes are her long eyelashes that are tightly closed like small brushes, and every slight tremor scratches the softest part of his heart, causing unbearable bursts of throbbing.
Liang Xiao held her breath and deepened the kiss.
The hasty kiss is mixed with the rich milk aroma, the moist earthy smell carried by the evening wind, and a very light mint sweetness, the most obvious of which is the bitter and salty taste of tears.
When Yan Qiwei was almost out of breath, she finally moved her lips away with a flushed face.
The bottom of her eyes and lips were all stained with water, and there was still a cry in her voice: "Liang Xiao, do you still remember that you saved a girl when you were a sophomore?"
As she spoke, she burst into tears, and choked up and told him in a determined tone: "That's me, it was you who rescued me from the water. So... don't feel sorry for yourself any more."
A gust of wind swept the swirling tree shadows by the window, enveloping them like a thin cloud.
Liang Xiao understood the meaning of her words in a few milliseconds, and her eyes suddenly turned red.
He didn't speak for a long time, like holding a priceless fragile item, he took Yan Qiwei into his arms again with great care.
It turned out that the intricate fate has been in series with unknown layers since then.
Over a period of seven years, in many intertwined and confused identities, they repeated their encounters and separations again and again, like two lights facing each other from afar, illuminating each other's cramped and dark little world, and then they left in a hurry. .
Then one day, in the dark and gloomy water, Liang Xiao grabbed her hand.
The author has something to say: ... I have decided that the next book will be a happy Tucao sand sculpture.
Thank you to the little angel who voted for the king or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~
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