As deep as you are as hell

Chu Ting's fingertips rested on Yu Yu's wrist, but the latter's face was like a withered rose, and his emotions seemed to be on the verge of erupting at any time.

The feeling I felt at that moment may be wrong, because the next moment a big smile bloomed on Yu Yu's face, and his tone was gentle and authentic: "I accidentally knocked over a plate this morning, and when I was picking up the pieces, it was scratched." arrive."

"It's time to hire a servant to take care of your daily life, but you refused to agree to it at the beginning." Chu Ting's words seemed to be accompanied by intimacy and coquettishness.

But Yu Yu's expression was startled, her smile became pale, and she almost murmured, "Why do you want a servant? Could it be that she watches me hysterically attack and then spreads rumors that I'm a monster?"

I finally understand where the strangeness of Yu Yu I feel comes from. She exudes the same "similar" temperament as me!
Chu Ting let go of his hand and remained silent.

He has always been a person who is not good at words, or maybe it is because he knows too well that at this point, no amount of verbal comfort will lose its strength.

Raindrops drifted in from the bay window, and the bean-sized raindrops soaked the wool blanket into pools of water stains.

This time in the conversation, it was Yu Yu who took the initiative to speak: "Is everything okay these days?"

Chu Ting sat back to his original position slowly, although his eyes fell on Yu Yu, he always looked a bit illusory.He watched Yu Yu making coffee in the cubicle in the kitchen, but he was a little absent-minded when he spoke: "Everything went well."

"Did the rest of the Chu family target you?"

"But it's harmless. And their tricks are just a piece of cake for me." Under Chu Ting's black suit jacket, there were still gauze wrapped around his arms.

After the hand-ground coffee was brewed, it was handed to Chu Ting, and Yu Yu sat down opposite Chu Ting, digging the gap of the sofa with both hands.

Today Chu Ting brought her a lot of health care products, fruits and some jewelry, but these things were randomly piled up in the corner by Yu Yu without even looking at them.

Chu Ting moved his eyes to the Buddha statue, and then turned to the tablet next to him, and suddenly said: "It's been 15 years in a flash."

In the past 15 years, it has not been easy for anyone.

He seems to have been trapped in the mud, unable to move an inch, and he is bound into a cocoon by love.

Chu Ting lowered his voice: "Did you think of your father in the past 15 years?"

Yu Yu's face was startled, his knuckles turned white.

What did she have to remember about a dead man?
Moreover, the young husband and wife have lived together for nearly ten years, and all the vigorous enthusiasm and novelty in their youth have turned into mediocrity, and Yu Yu's affection for Wang Cangeng has almost been worn away by the rough time.

In fact, she also remembered this figure.

In the first month of his death, Yu Yu would dream of Wang Cangeng's face every night, dreaming that he was avenging himself, and dreaming that Wang Cangeng said that he was too lonely by himself and wanted to take her away with him.

She struggled to wake up from the nightmare, and could no longer bear this kind of harassment day after day, until one day in the middle of the night she suddenly yelled, and then burst into tears of grievance.

For her, her once dear husband has become a demon.

Yu Yu had endless hopes that that ghost would stay far away from her.The affection between them is really not enough to make her go with him.

So it went on for decades.Now Yu Yu himself is beginning to not know whether her life is lingering or walking dead.

Chu Ting showed a weird smile, and his eyes danced with irony: "I dreamed about my adoptive father last night. I also told him that I helped him avenge. The Chen family got the punishment they deserved, and he can also Rest in peace. But do you know what else the adoptive father said..."

"Enough!" Chu Ting was interrupted roughly by Yu Yu.

Yu Yu stood up from the sofa, the skin on both sides of the cheekbones flushed.

I had a question in my heart: Is this the scene where these two people meet every month?Rather than saying that they met like a mother and son, it would be more appropriate to describe them as enemies meeting each other.

Yu Yu also seemed to realize that his tone just now was too strong, so he couldn't help softening up: "A Ting, I think you are always in bad memory, and your father certainly doesn't want to see you like this."

Yu Yu took a deep breath and continued: "When we adopted you back, we thought that in such a big orphanage, all the children had happy smiles on their faces, and you were the only one curled up in the corner, indifferent and aloof. looking at the world."

At that time, he was only five or six years old, but his eyes contained a maturity and stability that did not match his age.

Or in other words, at that time, Chu Ting's icy eyes made Yu Yu feel palpitations.

Those gazes really seem to penetrate people's hearts until they pry into everyone's dark secrets that are unknown.

"Your father hopes that you will live well, that you will be young and promising, and that your life will be successful... But he created so much capital for you to be happy, not for you to squander it like this. Ah Ting, death Can you understand the truth that you can’t be resurrected?”

The living people are suffering enough, why do they force themselves to bear so many overwhelming memories?
Chu Ting's tone was calm, "But I can't be as calm as you."

The man named Wang Cangeng was the first ray of sunshine in his life, occupying his intimate calls of "father".Chu Ting couldn't forget.

The air in the room seemed to stop flowing, and invisible emotions were faintly stirring, as if pushing the two people further and further apart.

At this moment, the doorknob was suddenly unscrewed, and a pair of hands naturally took out a pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet.

Even the visitor didn't even raise his head, and greeted him calmly: "Honey, where are we going to eat today..."

Yu Yu's face turned pale, and he returned to a defensive and vigilant posture.She bit her lip, and subconsciously wanted to grab Chu Ting's sleeve.

This time Chu Ting shook off her hand without hesitation, and the thick fog in his eyes was finally driven away, showing undisguised disgust and disgust.

When the visitor saw the two people in the hall, he was also stunned for a moment, and then a smile piled up on his face again, as if a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

"It's been so long, are you still entangled with him?" What surprised me was why Chu Ting's questioning tone was so calm?

I couldn't even hear the emotion in his voice.

Reminiscent of today's events, as well as the weird and awkward relationship between Chu Ting and Yu Yu... Could it be that Chu Ting actually knew about Yu Yu's secrets?

That's why he just used those thorny words to provoke Yu Yu and make Yu Yu unhappy?
Chu Luojing walked over slowly, with his hands behind his back, and looked at people with his nostrils: "What's wrong with our frequent meetings and contacts in private for so many years? Do you still want to fight for your cowardly adoptive father?"

"When we cuckolded your adoptive father, your adoptive father didn't dare to say a word. He even watched our intimacy for a while... He didn't mind. What do you mind?"

As soon as the words fell, a left uppercut, accompanied by the sound of the wind, hit Chu Luojing's right eye socket.

Chu Luojing was caught off guard by a muffled punch, and there was a faint nosebleed from under the arch of his nose.As if insane, Chu Luojing laughed back in anger.

"Chu Ting, you still can't hold your breath." Chu Luojing wiped away the blood from his nose, and his eyes circled around Chu Ting.

"In terms of knowing Yu Yu, I obviously knew her earlier than Wang Cangeng. Back then, Wang Cangeng took her love halfway, and I generously fulfilled him. How can I feel sorry for him? If you really want to blame what happened back then, blame Wang Cangeng He can be good enough to make Yu Yu like him for a while, but he can't like him for a lifetime."

"After Wang Cangeng's death, you forced Yu Yu to be a "widow" for him, mourning for him every day, chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha, and even sending Yu Yu to a mental hospital for various strange reasons, and imprisoning her after she was released from the hospital In this small courtyard, how open and aboveboard are your thoughts?"

The news was confusing and complicated, and I couldn't help holding my breath while watching the surveillance.

Chu Ting suddenly cast a meaningful glance in the direction of the pinhole camera, and then the tea kettle was knocked down to the ground.The pinhole camera was scalded by hot tea, and the screen of the computer I was connected to went completely black.

The black butterfly tattoo on my wrist was about to fly away. I looked up at the sky outside the window. The thick and colorful clouds were laid out like fish scales, and a storm was brewing but I didn't know when it would be happy.

After a day of continuous rain, I felt cold, so I put on an extra white coat, and then pulled a pair of slippers and prepared to go downstairs to throw out the trash.

There are puddles of puddles of water on the road in the alley, and small daisies bloom on the street corners, and the white and fragile petals seem to be destroyed by rain at any time.

After throwing out the trash, I clapped my hands and was about to go back.

Suddenly, my ankle felt a touch of cold rain and mist, and a hand tightly grabbed my slender ankle, and a faint smell of blood floated in the air.

I restrained myself so as not to let that exclamation float out of my mouth.

In the dark night, all the senses are catalyzed and amplified.My back was dripping with cold sweat, and I was emboldened. When I was about to look down, I was caught off guard by someone hugging me tightly from behind.

"I know it's you." Someone whispered in my ear, and the words seemed to endure great pain during the pause, "I remember the smell on your body. Chen Jiao, I miss you very much."

Fortunately, it was dark night, so the wet spots at the end of my eyes would not be seen by others.Just as soon as I finished speaking, the person hugging me from behind had already fallen to the ground, his face as pale as paper.

I kicked Chu Ting twice as if to vent my anger, telling him not to play tricks in front of me, I don't accept this kind of trick.

But Chu Ting's teeth were clenched tightly, his eyelashes were trembling, and the pain had already surfaced on his expression.

I didn't intend to save him, and for a moment I even wanted him to fend for himself.

Just looking at the weather, it might rain torrentially in the second half of the night. If I really leave Chu Ting here and ignore it... maybe there will be a life-threatening case in the alley tomorrow.

When I met Chu Ting... I was really miserable for eight lifetimes. I sighed resignedly, and knelt down to check the wound on his body first.

I took off the suit jacket, and the shirt on Chu Ting's forearm was soaked with blood.The sleeves were lifted up, and the flesh of his wound was turned up, which was horrible.

Even though I was used to so many scenes of life and death in the field hospital in Somalia, when I saw Chu Ting's injury at this moment, my heart still felt strangely twined with pain.

It took me a lot of effort to help Chu Ting up.