The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

After arriving in the mountainous area, we were caught off guard by the harsh living conditions. The simple accommodation was like a shaky building, with drafts everywhere, cramped space, and a damp and musty smell. The heavy labor tasks were like heavy mountains, almost suffocating us.

Xie Xuan'an wanted to get closer to Zhao Heng. After a day's work, he came to Zhao Heng and flattered him, "Zhao Heng, let me give you a back massage to relax you."

Zhao Heng refused coldly: "No, stay away from me."

Xie Xuan'an's heart seemed to be pierced by an icy arrow, and the loss instantly overwhelmed him. But soon, his eyes turned cunningly, and his thoughts were like bats in the dark night, quietly circling in the depths of his heart: "It seems that I have to think of another way, and create some opportunities for him to let down his guard against me." After that, he prepared meals for Zhao Heng more and more frequently, even though Zhao Heng always ate very little.

Living in this shabby and unmonitored village, Zhao Heng was often shrouded in fear. He knew that if Xie Xuan'an was really the murderer, he, as a key eyewitness, could be killed at any time. He really couldn't guess whether Xie Xuan'an's superficial enthusiasm was genuine or just a pretense.

The food that Xie Xuan'an prepared for Zhao Heng was made from this barren land. The vegetables were not good and the food would not look delicious. But with Xie Xuan'an's skillful hands, there were many varieties and they looked mouth-watering. However, one time Zhao Heng accidentally discovered that when Xie Xuan'an was preparing a meal, he saw a wounded animal wailing on the side. Not only did he not have any mercy, but he thought it was in the way and kicked it away fiercely, muttering: "Don't get in the way here, go to hell." The cold eyes were like the frosty wind on a cold night, which startled Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng looked at the food, and doubts filled his heart. In this place without surveillance, if Xie Xuan'an really wanted to harm him, it would be easy for him to poison the food. He stared at the delicious food, but he dared not pick up his chopsticks.

Xie Xuan'an seemed to have understood Zhao Heng's thoughts immediately. He tried the food himself, taking a bite of each dish first, and signaled Zhao Heng not to worry. Zhao Heng was relieved and started to eat.

Every time Xie Xuan'an's advances were rejected, Zhao Heng would feel a little reluctant. He looked at Xie Xuan'an like a weed on a lonely peak, which was blown here and there by the strong wind but still grew tenaciously. Zhao Heng was slightly shaken, but when he thought that Xie Xuan'an might be the murderer, he resolutely denied that slight hesitation.

One day, Zhao Heng and Xie Xuan'an dragged their extremely tired bodies back to the small house. Xie Xuan'an did not take care of his own tiredness at the first time, but quickly found a relatively clean towel, handed it to Zhao Heng, and said: "Zhao Heng, wipe it quickly, taking a bath will make you feel better."

At this time, Xie Xuan'an thought to himself: "When a person is extremely tired, if I give him such subtle care, he should remember it more firmly. Maybe it will make him trust me more."

However, Zhao Heng just took the towel calmly and remained silent.

One day, on the way to the construction site, a landslide suddenly occurred. A huge rock rolled down towards Xie Xuan'an. At that critical moment, Xie Xuan'an had actually noticed the rock rolling down, and his brain was working rapidly: "This may be a great opportunity. If Zhao Heng can save me, then our relationship will definitely be much closer." But when he saw Zhao Heng rushing over and pushing him away without hesitation, a hint of complicated emotions flashed through his heart.

"Be careful!" Zhao Heng shouted and pushed Xie Xuan'an away.

He was knocked down by the impact of the stone and rolled a long way away. He felt dizzy, his whole body was in pain, and he couldn't move.

Xie Xuan stood there blankly, looking at the injured Zhao Heng, a complex emotion flashed through his eyes, his heart was filled with gratitude and guilt. But behind the guilt, there seemed to be a subtle cunning, like a flash of light in the dark night, fleeting.

After Zhao Heng fell into a coma, Xie Xuan'an looked at the unconscious Zhao Heng and thought for a moment that if he died, he might have less trouble. But soon, the old feelings came to his mind again, diluting this terrible thought, and he decided to take good care of Zhao Heng.

When Zhao Heng woke up, he saw Xie Xuan'an's worried face, and his heart suddenly felt like it was warmed by a spring breeze. He looked at Xie Xuan'an's concerned eyes, and his heart seemed to be warmed instantly. But he still secretly warned himself not to let down his guard easily.

Xie Xuan'an showed surprise in his eyes and ran out quickly. After a while, he came back with a bowl of white porridge.

"Zhao Heng, you're awake, that's great." Xie Xuan'an said.

Zhao Heng wanted to drink the porridge himself, but as soon as he moved his arm, he felt a sharp pain.

"Zhao Heng, don't move. Your arm is injured and you can't move it freely now. Let me feed you." Xie Xuan'an said as he approached Zhao Heng.

Xie Xuan'an seemed to have known Zhao Heng's thoughts. He took the spoon and drank a sip first, then continued to feed Zhao Heng. Although Zhao Heng was a little reluctant, after all, it felt a little awkward for two grown men to share a spoon. But thinking that the porridge should not be poisonous and tasted good, and that Xie Xuan'an had made it specially for him, he drank it reluctantly.

He was really greedy.

Zhao Heng slowly drank the porridge that Xie Xuan'an fed him.

Since then, Xie Xuan'an has taken good care of Zhao Heng every day.

These days, he works intensively with Zhao Heng every morning to help the villagers.

One day, during a rescue mission, the wind howled and the rain poured down. The rain made them unable to open their eyes, and the wind made them shaky. The farmland had long been soaked by the rain and was muddy. The mud and sand under the ground seemed to have turned into a terrible swamp, and every step they took would sink them deeply into it.

It seemed to tear the body apart. The raindrops as big as beans fell densely, making the skin hurt. Zhao Heng and Xie Xuan'an trudged through the mud, taking one step deep and one step shallow, exerting all their strength for every step. The heavy sandbags seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making them breathless. Xie Xuan'an staggered and almost fell. Zhao Heng reached out to hold him, but he almost fell into the mud because of his unstable center of gravity. At this difficult moment, another huge wave-like impact hit, making their situation even more critical.

Zhao Heng and Xie Xuan'an carried the sandbags and moved forward with difficulty. Xie Xuan'an secretly planned in his heart: "I will slip on purpose this time to see if he will help me again." So he deliberately slipped and fell forward suddenly, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Zhao Heng was quick to support him. Zhao Heng had no time to care about the unintentional physical contact.

They continued to carry the sandbags, but encountered setbacks along the way. Several times, the sandbags broke because they were too heavy, and the soil was scattered all over the ground, so they had to refill the bags. During this time, a villager came to help and accidentally fell and got injured. Xie Xuan'an just glanced at him indifferently, unmoved, and then continued to work on his own.

Zhao Heng watched Xie Xuan'an working so hard that blisters formed on his hands. Although he was exhausted, he couldn't help but feel a little upset about Xie Xuan's "true feelings". But he still didn't dare to believe it completely, as he felt that it was all too coincidental.

At night, they slept on the same big kang, with some distance between them. Outside the window, the wind was howling and rain was beating against the window.

Zhao Heng has been thinking about Xie Xuan's actions. He knows that there may be ulterior motives behind Xie Xuan's kindness, but every time he sees what Xie Xuan has done for him, he can't help but want to believe him. This contradictory mentality has been intertwined in Zhao Heng's heart, making him always vigilant.

Just after Zhao Heng fell asleep, Xie Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, obviously he had not fallen asleep. He continued to open his mobile phone, hiding in the bed and secretly reading an e-book on psychology, muttering to himself: "I have to work hard..."

The calculation in his eyes was looming, and his gaze was like that of a hungry wolf in the middle of the night, flashing with greed and gloom.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the wind and rain still did not stop. Xie Xuan'an looked at Zhao Heng in his sleep, expressionless. And Zhao Heng seemed to feel a little uneasy in his sleep, and his brows were slightly furrowed. What was waiting for them in the future, would it be a farewell to the past grudges, or a deeper conspiracy and crisis? No one knew.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the wind and rain still did not stop. Xie Xuan'an looked at Zhao Heng who was sleeping, and suddenly a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Zhao Heng's face, feel his steady breathing, as if to confirm whether Zhao Heng was really asleep. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and he didn't know whether what he did was right or wrong.

Xie Xuan lay quietly and slowly closed his eyes.

No one knew whether he slept or not.