As deep as you are as hell

"My name is not Chen Jiao. Why did Mr. Chu recognize the wrong person again?" I focused on correcting the name, and I wanted to continue talking, but I felt the coldness coming from my spine getting heavier and heavier. Many cold eyes fell on me and Chu Ting, and the sense of threat became more and more intense.

There is a street next to the gate of the community. In the early hours of the morning, many barbecue restaurants on this street ushered in a burst of business, and the bursts of barbecue smell seemed to empty people's internal organs.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps behind me, followed by the slurred words of the drunks.

When the drunks staggered past me, someone looked at the light spring blooming in front of me, as if they wanted to spy on more ups and downs of ravines.

When the shoulder bumped against me, a hand also touched my back at the same time, and rubbed along my spine repeatedly. The drunken man's teasing voice sounded beside my ears: "The big girl is quite beautiful."

The hand on my back was dishonest. It went all the way down the spine and pinched my waist lightly.

I crossed my fingers, and the phalanges made a crackling sound.But before I started to fight back, the drunk man next to me was thrown over his shoulder by Chu Ting, and his whole body hit the ground heavily.

"You're impatient, you dare to do something to me!" The drunk man cursed and uttered all kinds of dirty words.

I was standing next to the drunk man, but I didn't smell any alcohol on him.

And when my foot was about to step on his hand hard and crush his knuckles, the drunk man rebounded from the ground with agility, and took out a flashlight from his coat in a flash. The knife with a cold light pointed at my lower abdomen and stabbed towards me!
The sensitivity of this reaction, I never believe that this is a skill that a drunk person can possess!

This is so wrong.

When I subconsciously wanted to dodge to the side, someone rushed to me and pushed me forward. I couldn't escape, and I was about to hit the shining knife point.

An unexplained sense of fear surrounded me, and I seemed to see my body penetrate the tip of the knife until I tore myself into two halves.

The expected pain did not strike, and someone hugged me tightly.

Beads of sweat dripped down my forehead and onto my long eyelashes, my eyelids were trembling.

The white knife went in and the red knife came out, fresh blood flowed from Chu Ting's waist and abdomen, no matter how much I covered his wound with my hands, it was useless.

We were surrounded by drunks, and almost all of these people showed their gleaming knives, pointing at Chu Ting and me.

Without any hesitation, I joined the battle, and after knocking down a person with three moves and two moves, I felt that I was getting more and more powerless, and I felt a burning pain from my stomach cavity again.

Chu Ting was about to be unable to hold on anymore, his face was as pale as paper, the veins on his neck were bulging, and the black and white eyes were as deep as a cold pool.

When daylight was about to break, all the chaotic fighting in this alley finally ended.

Chu Ting leaned against the wall with his back, and there was a bit of grayness and desolation in his whole body.His white shirt was stained with blood, and his hair fell down on his forehead, covering his eyes.

At this moment, he felt a little more fragile, like a doll that could break at the touch of a finger.

I barely stood up, and slowly stabilized my figure, but my heartbeat fluctuated violently, and my short hair was wet with sweat.

Chu Ting was so angry that he asked me if I would like to squat down. He wanted to explain a few words to me.

I squatted down slowly, and was hesitating whether to call 120 now.At that moment, I didn't realize how nervous and bewildered I was when I saw Chu Ting's injury.

I have always been good at hiding my emotions, but there are always traces of hard-talking and soft-heartedness.

When I bent down in front of Chu Ting, my eyes were covered with warm palms, and the world in front of my eyes turned from white to black and into chaos.

Chu Ting's voice was gentle, with an inexplicable comforting meaning: "Don't be afraid. Just pretend that I did all the things tonight, and these have nothing to do with you. You can even turn around and leave now, don't have any psychology burden."

"Everything that happened here tonight has nothing to do with you." His smile was weak, as if he had exhausted all the remaining strength in his body to force it out.

The spring night is surrounded by fireflies, the breeze blows the moon, the wind moves the willows, and the beauty of the world seems to be pouring out one by one.

And even though he was full of scars, he still wanted to use his body full of dirt to exchange me for my innocence.

My palms moved away from my eyes, my world became clear again, and many scenes rushed into my eyes.

A smile appeared on the corner of my mouth: "Chu Ting, you only want to be a hero, and you just want me to owe you favors, so that I will feel guilty about you in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Ting fell into a violent cough, and the blood he spit out stained his black suit pants, and his face turned pale.

The ambulance came quickly, and the dark blue and flashing headlights were particularly dazzling in the early morning.

Chu Ting was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

When I changed his clothes, I saw the necklace he had been wearing tightly around his neck, saw the oval and burn scar left on his forearm, and found a sapphire necklace from his pocket.

I seem to be very familiar with that necklace, and my fingers even trembled a little more when I got it.

So when did Chu Ting get this necklace?

What clues did they find?
He must have recognized it early in the morning as the necklace he personally designed for Chen Jiao, and he could also find out who sold the necklace through the monitoring of the jewelry flagship store... Has Chu Ting already vaguely guessed something, so Tonight he finally dared to call out the name hidden deep in his heart?
In the hospital, the nurse helped me apply medicine and bandage.As soon as the dressing was finished, a call came in on my mobile phone.

The number belongs to Yancheng, I hesitated for a while, and finally chose to answer.

The phone call came for Li Liang, and her words made my heart sink.

My lips trembled: "Is what you said true?"

After hanging up the phone, my back was tightly pressed against the wall, and my whole body slowly fell to the ground along the base of the wall.The red light in the operating room flickered, and after more than ten hours of surgery, Chu Ting was transferred to the ICU ward.

When the sun went down, I bought porridge and went back to the ward, but I still had no appetite.And Chu Ting, who was lying on the hospital bed, hadn't woken up yet.

I pressed my cheek against Chu Ting's chest uncontrollably, and listened carefully to Chu Ting's heartbeat.

I don't remember how many times he stood in front of me without hesitation yesterday, and I also understood how he gritted his teeth and survived those hours... It's just that he became what he is now, and I have nothing to do with it.

I think my relationship with Chu Ting is also strange.

Every time I want to distance myself from him so much that I completely disappear from his life, there is always an invisible silk rope that binds us together and we cannot be separated.

We are like twin flowers, no one can do without the other.

During that time when the sun's rays were completely swallowed up by the night, I thought a lot.I came from the dark night, but I couldn't see the light of the sky.

I think, probably the most tortured thing in the world is falling in love with someone who shouldn't be loved.

He just stands there and doesn't have to do anything to tug at your heartstrings.You restrained your heartbeat and forced yourself to give up again and again, but it was useless as he approached you step by step.

Before dawn, I left the hospital, bought a ticket to Yancheng, and returned to Yancheng again.

According to the address Li Liang gave me, I found a house in the suburbs.

The house is made of red and white, two-story bungalow design.Peppers, star anise, peanuts and other things are drying on the flat and open roof, and there is a strong rural atmosphere.

A plainly dressed woman was busy in the yard, my eyes were glued to her, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

That woman... seems to have difficulty walking, walking with bumps and bumps. Most of the time, her left leg drags her right leg.

For some reason, my eyes gradually filled with tears, my heart was touched, and I wished I could immediately push the door open.

Holding the mobile phone in my hand, I hesitated and finally dialed the phone number I knew by heart. After a few beeps, the other end of the phone was quickly connected.

A woman's old voice came through the current: "Hello? Hello..."

The woman's lips began to tremble, and she became emotional, "You are Jiaojiao, right...my Jiaojiao, is she back..."

In the blink of an eye, the woman's voice was choked with sobs, but my steps seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move.

The woman seemed to have a telepathic connection with me, and hurried to the door.The moment the door was pushed open, tears fell from the end of her eyes.

"Are you... Jiaojiao?"

The appearance has changed, the whole person has become thinner, and also has a twitch.It doesn't match up with the Chen Jiao in her memory.

But the first time my mother saw me, she felt a subtle sense of strangeness in her heart.She walked forward step by step with a limp, and wanted to touch my cheek with her hand.

The furniture in the house is simply arranged, and there are a few photos hanging on the gray wall. The family of three is very warm.

It's just that the man in the photo is always fixed as the young man on the tombstone, and the children grow up gradually, and they appear less and less around women.

Tears were still hanging from the end of my mother's eyes, and her black and white eyes kept sticking to me, as if she wanted to see me enough.

Her voice was trembling, and she asked me repeatedly: "My child... are you Chen Jiao? You didn't jump into the sea at all, did you..."

Through the light, I looked at her.

Her mother's hair was gray, and her eyes and forehead were wrinkled in layers, which made her look old; her back was bent, and she looked very hard on crutches.

Expectations rose in my mother's eyes, and layers of hopes were piled up, but she was afraid that my next sentence of negative answer would push her from the clouds into the mud.

At that moment, many thoughts rushed through my mind, and my mind was in a mess, as if I was trapped in a maze, but I couldn't find the exit.

After a long time, the mother finally let out a faint sigh, and then squeezed out a forced smile: "Son... I'm sorry, I scared you just now. You must be hungry, I'll make you a bowl of noodles, and I'll make you a bowl of noodles." Don't waste your time with me."

She limped to the kitchen and was busy in the kitchen again.

The dim light elongated my figure and projected it on the wall, overlapping with the immature child in the photo.