Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Is Yan Bucun really a person who is afraid of death? Or is he really moved by his own courage and is planning to say it out loud?

Or maybe Yan Bucun wasn't really worried about me. He was just giving me a reminder and putting the consequences on the table in advance. As for whether to listen or not, it was up to me to choose.

Hei Xia Zi felt from the bottom of his heart that Yan Bucun had not lived in vain for so many years. He was so sophisticated in his method of shirking responsibility that he could deceive people without blushing or feeling any pain. This was really amazing.

Indifferent and heartless person,

What sincere words can be said?

Hei Xia Zi was curious about the details of what would happen next, and waited for Yan Bucun to continue. He didn't know that when he became extremely curious about something, he always liked to use knocking to show that he was thinking about it. Or maybe... it was just a warning to Yan Bucun to urge him on.

His right hand subconsciously moved from his arm to the wall, tapping it methodically.

Da da da……

Maybe it's just that Hei Xia Zi has nothing to play with in his hands. Now he can only listen to Yan Bu Cun's story leisurely. Perhaps the only way to control him from moving around is to light a cigarette or something like that.

But Yan Bugun's lips, which were about to speak again, suddenly pursed together, and even the look he gave Hei Xiazi was dazed for a moment. His pupils were unfocused, and when he stared at people, they were frighteningly scattered, which made Hei Xiazi feel a little scared.

"Why don't you say anything? The atmosphere has been set to this point. You're not going to tell me that you regret it now?" Hei Xiazi was a little angry. He shook off Yan Bucun's hand that was still pinching his arm, but found that the other party had lost his strength at the same time.

He didn't know if it was because he was too strong or because Yan Bucun was too slow to react, but due to inertia, Yan Bucun was thrown to the ground sideways by Hei Xia Zi's force, and his body hit the ground with a loud bang.

This looks so pitiful.

Hei Xia Zi simply wanted to be a good person and help out. He felt from the bottom of his heart that he had to accept his fate since he was being scammed. It was someone else's territory and they could do whatever they wanted. He could only be a humble laborer who had to pay the boss back before he could even warm the money... It's not easy to work.

Unexpectedly, Yan Bucun avoided Hei Xia Zi's touch. He hastily tore off his disposable gloves and threw them aside. Without even having the time to roll them up, he anxiously covered his mouth tightly, looking like he wanted to vomit. Moreover, this physiological behavior was probably impossible to suppress. He struggled to swallow the vomiting feeling until his eyes were wet and red.

"There's no need to be so disgusted...my hands haven't stirred shit." Hei Xia Zi withdrew his hands in disappointment, his tone very helpless.

Yan Bucun lay on the ground for a long time before he slowly stood up and answered, "It's not a cough... it's a problem of mysophobia. I just can't hear... regular sounds."

"So it was the sound of me knocking on the wall that made you vomit? It was only a small noise, how could your ears be so sharp?" Hei Xiazi rubbed his fingertips and leaned his back against the white wall. He was too lazy to watch Yan Bucun's lips opening and closing. He just listened to the sound perfunctorily, afraid that he would vomit again in the next second.

It was rare that Yan Bucun did not refute, "I have practiced... it's not natural."

Then he added:

"After listening to the dripping water wearing away the stone for hundreds of years, if it were you... you would vomit too."

Well, Yan Bucun is still that sharp-tongued guy.

The space here was like a small conference room. Yan Bucun pulled a chair and sat down. He sat there in a daze for a long time before he came to his senses. He usually didn't wear earplugs because he needed to maintain a keen insight to deal with potential dangers. But now, he was enduring to the extreme. The physiological reaction was unavoidable. For many years, he had not been able to completely fight against it.

Yan Bucun came to his senses and took out the earplugs from the outer pocket of his black windbreaker and plugged them into his left ear, leaving the other ear free to hear the sound.

"So... you don't plan to continue talking? Or are you afraid that others will hear you?" Hei Xiazi looked around. He did not sit in the vacant chair, but remained standing. "Didn't you say that family members can be trusted? Why don't you want them to help you share the burden?"

"They can't share the burden. Ever since Yan Ran was forced to resurrect, this has been a disaster that no one can afford." Yan Bucun spoke slowly, fearing that he would vomit again in the next second. "As far as I can remember, his health has not been very good. He even relied on expensive Chinese medicine to stay alive every day. Until Yan Xiaonan told Yan Ran a good news. He said that he had a way to save Yan Ran..."

The young Xiao Cun was born from the crotch of a prostitute. His father Yan Xiaonan's one-night stand would not be condemned by anyone, because at that time Yan Xiaonan was already a general with great military achievements, so no one dared to say anything.

But Xiao Cun felt that his father did not love his mother. After all, the ridiculous incident that happened later made the strong-willed Yan Xiaonan kneel down and kowtow to coax his uncle for a long time.

In fact, it’s my father who likes my uncle, right?

It was late autumn when Xiao Cun was taken home. He did not look shabby at all. He was dressed up by the sisters in Fengyue Tower like a little girl. Perhaps the madam said that a pretty child could at least live a decent life in this world where people eat each other.

He had nothing of his own and could only hold the corner of his clothes nervously and awkwardly, forced to stand in the yard and listen to Yan Xiaonan take care of all the arrangements for his adoption.

Xiao Cun was like an object, given Yan Xiaonan's name, which was enough to prove that this thing belonged to Yan Xiaonan. So the nominal father, after registering him, was too lazy to even arrange a residence for him. He just forced his own flesh and blood to stand in the yard like a servant, not daring to move.

At that time, Xiaocun's feet were very numb and his thin body was hit by the cold wind.

Suddenly, there was a commotion coming from the yard next door. Xiao Cun saw that there was no one around and did not dare to look, for fear that the people here would treat him as a scoundrel and drive him out. After all, a bastard like him was no different from a slave with a bond.

But the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong. The sound of objects breaking in the next yard became louder and louder, and there was also a faint condemnation from a man. That man must have been ill for a long time, and when he mustered his strength, one could hear an obvious tremor in his scolding.

"Brother...how could you! How could you! You betrayed me...?! How could you go find someone else...I don't believe it...I don't believe it!!!"

Even though Xiao Cun was young, he could understand the reason. He had heard this kind of anger from many sisters whose bosses promised to redeem them. They hoped to escape from the places of entertainment, but were ultimately pushed away by those sweet men. Verbal promises of love were worthless and cheap everywhere.

But when he listened further, Xiao Cun felt that he was wrong. Yan Xiaonan, who treated him like garbage and had a murderous aura all day long, actually softened his voice and was servile enough to accommodate the other party.

"Xiao Ran... I'm wrong. I'll explain to you. Can you put the vase down first? Be careful not to hurt your hands... I feel bad for you."

Yan Xiaonan spoke sincerely, without a hint of lying in his tone.

Xiao Cun looked around nervously and found that both he and the guards from the next courtyard had been dismissed. Although he was afraid, he bravely began to relax his tense body slightly.

The noise from next door became quieter, perhaps because the man was calmed down by Yan Xiaonan. So, for the first time, Xiao Cun didn't know that the complaint he heard was actually from his uncle Yan Ran.

He rested in the woodshed every day, oblivious to what was happening outside. Perhaps, at just three years old, he didn't need to really understand the affairs of the Yan family. Until one day, Xiao Cun was suddenly awakened by the little slave A Liu.

When the early morning sunlight shone through the crack in the door, you could still see the dust floating in the air. Xiaocun, a fair-skinned little man, was lying in a pile of rough straw for ignition, his face red from being rubbed from sleep.

Ah Liu was the sixth slave to come to the Yan family. Her hair was dry straw-yellow and she looked malnourished, but she was actually a girl. It was said that she was born in the slums and her parents sold her here to make money by doing manual labor.

It is Xiaocun's only comfort in his lonely life.

"Sister Liu, why did you come to see me so early..." Xiao Cun propped himself up, still rubbing his eyes. His hair was messy from sleeping, and his cheeks were flushed where they were scratched.

Ah Liu didn't despise him and smoothed his hair with her hands. She had a pair of sharp and beautiful eyes, and when she smiled, they were like a crescent moon. "The owner of the house is going to have a morning meeting today, and all the Yan family members have to be there. It's hard for Ah Cun to get up so early, and you can't even eat. Look, what did your sister bring you?"

She took out a plate of pancakes wrapped in oil paper from the lining of her inner garment and forced it into Xiao Cun's hand.

“Sister Liu…you haven’t eaten either, right? How can you give it all to me? I can’t finish it…” Xiao Cun’s logic and language skills have always been better than those of his peers, but he must be in this environment and cannot detect the outside world.

Ah Liu smacked his lips when he heard this. "How can your sister let herself starve? Be careful, find a place to eat secretly, don't faint from hunger in the hall."

Seeing that he couldn't get the better of him, Xiao Cun had to act like a little adult and break off half of the cake and put it into Ah Liu's hand. It was true that he didn't like to laugh, and even doing this made him seem cold and indifferent, as if he was forcing someone else to eat something he didn't want to eat himself.

Fortunately, Ah Liu understood him the best. She thanked him and went out to hide in a corner, where she ate the cake in no time at all, leaving no residue at the corners of her mouth.

Xiao Cun was already on his way to the inner hall. The Yan family usually held meetings to discuss what military exploits Yan Xiaonan had achieved, or what development the family needed, etc. Considering Xiao Cun's current temperament, he couldn't think of too many things. He walked without making any sound, perhaps because he was underweight, like a willow catkin floating in the wind.

The ancestral home of the Yan family was given to Yan Xiaonan by the current emperor for his outstanding military achievements. It was magnificent and grand. When Xiao Cun finally arrived at the inner hall, his legs and feet were already trembling, his face was even redder, and he was gasping for breath.

Yan Xiaonan was a great contributor, so he naturally sat in the main seat. He had the heroic temperament of a warrior on the battlefield, with deep brows and eyes, and a natural demeanor. Sitting next to him was his father Yan Yaochen. It was said that he was from a civil servant family, so he was thin, but at his age, he still had the character of a scholar.

Although Xiao Cun was not familiar with these two people, he had met them before. After a quick glance, Xiao Cun sat down at the last chair. Unexpectedly, a man came in, touched his head, and then sat in the most secluded seat.

This man had a frighteningly cold temperament, his entire face was a sickly pale color, and the hand that rested on his head looked so thin that it was no exaggeration to say that he was skin and bones. However, his gorgeous robe was truly the most expensive and best-looking, the moon-white color, in this inner hall.

Xiao Cun met the man's eyes in a daze. The other party was leaning casually in his position with his left hand on his chin. Unlike the elegant movements, his expression was indifferent, like a pool of water with no bottom to be seen. Xiao Cun felt that he was sinking into it, as if he was willing to be dragged into the abyss by the other party.

"Why does he look so dumb... Is it possible that the child my brother brought back is a fool?" The man's complaints were not loud and he did not hide them, which attracted almost everyone's attention. He acted as if he could not feel it and continued to comment on Xiao Cun as if no one was around. This time, he praised him:

"But these eyes are beautiful, just like me."

In fact, it's more like narcissism.

Xiao Cun recognized that he was the guy from the next yard who smashed things to get Yan Xiaonan's attention, so after sorting out the logical relationship in his mind, he compromised and addressed him dryly:

"Your eyes are...beautiful, too."

His praise made the atmosphere suddenly cold. Xiao Cun looked around and everyone was looking at him with an expression as if he had offended this devil and was going to die. He stood there in a daze, not knowing why. He saw the man stroking his head again, and then mercilessly flicked his head, causing Xiao Cun's forehead to turn red instantly.

"Ah, brother, I was wrong. He is very clever in his words." The man flicked her tongue again, looking at Yan Xiaonan as if asking for a reward, then turned back, leaving Xiao Cun speechless. Who would have thought that he would continue to ask questions, "Do you know who I am?"

Xiao Cun knew very well what he had heard and could not tell it in such a situation, so he endured the pain on his forehead and shook his head with red eyes.

The other party seemed to be amused by his reaction, but did not say anything. It was only in the sight that Xiao Cun could see that the man seemed to smile lightly, "I am your father's younger brother, your uncle..."

After the introduction, he seemed to be unsatisfied with teasing, and pinched Xiao Cun's face, and continued, "You are an interesting little guy. You can understand what I say at this age... How about letting your uncle take you away? There are a lot of food in your uncle's yard."

This time, what he said sounded like child trafficking.