chaotic world

Zhou Lan didn't sleep well that night. He was so excited that he couldn't close his eyes. No matter how much he slept, he didn't even take off his clothes. He slept until midnight with his eyes wide open, counting and waiting for the dawn.

At dawn, Du Yunfeng opened his eyes, and Zhou Lan was gone.

When I went downstairs to ask, Zhou Lan ran to the backyard early.

Zhou Lan has been thinking about the backyard, not the dozens of mouths in the warehouse. He doesn't plan to feed those dozens of mouths, and starves to death, simple and simple.He has been thinking about the one who was tied up in Wenchang Pavilion all night.

He didn't allow people to follow in, and drove them away. He opened the door and went in, and then closed the door inside.

It was not very bright yet, and the Wenchang Pavilion was also dark. Zhou Lan took out a match and lit a cigarette for himself. The moment the flame lit up, he saw the man huddled on the ground with satisfaction.

With the remaining half of the match, he lit the candle in front of the altar, and Nuo Da's house was steadily lit up.

Zhou Lan raised her head and closed her eyes and took a deep breath. There was a bloody smell in the air, which was the smell of the Cheng family's life being lost.

He lowered his head slowly, squatted down with a smile on his face, and scratched the scar on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows with the cigarette butt in his hand. Looking at Zhou Lan.

"I miss you day and night." Zhou Lan smoked with relish, and with the smoke, uttered these words from the bottom of his heart.

Wenchang Pavilion was always quiet. It was not yet dawn when Zhou Lan came, and the small candle was the only light source. He took the time to finish smoking the cigarette. The cigarette was Hardman’s. A strong father stands beside him, protecting him from being bullied by this ugly world.

When the smoke was about to burn out, he stretched out his hand towards the scar on Cheng's head and face, and used his fingertips to draw it in the air.The man on the ground arched a few times, hummed viciously a few times, his mouth was still tightly gagged, the only thing he can be fierce now is his eyes.

"Still so domineering?" Zhou Lan hid a bit of schadenfreude in his idiotic calm, and then his cold porcelain-white hand fell on the neck of the other party. He was familiar with this Adam's apple, and he had seen this shoulder many times before. The flesh was the same as before, it was tight, he just touched and pinched it everywhere, as if looking for every bone, and when he found it, he slid to the next one.

The people on the ground curled up, and the ground was cold, while Zhou Lan made him feel that the air around him was getting cold.

As if making fun of it, Zhou Lan remembered this skin, and now that he touched it in his hand, he felt that it was really not a dream, and even remembered the bones and flesh inside.

Chaoyang jumped out of the ground, and a ray of light came in from the window of Wenchang Pavilion, like a small light knife slashing Zhou Lan's face. He raised his hand to caress this ray of light, and said to himself: "I have the opportunity to see the sun again." One day, I'm afraid you will die." After speaking, he patted Cheng Baotou's face happily.

On a beautiful morning, he stepped out of the gate of Wenchang Pavilion facing the rising sun, stretched his arms and chest, moved his neck comfortably, and called for someone to seal all the windows of Wenchang Pavilion with linoleum boards. Every light that could come in.

He returned to the front yard with boundless happiness. Du Yunfeng was washing his face with cold water in the yard with his upper body bare. happy.

"Why don't you use the bathroom?" Zhou Lan put his hands in his pockets and walked briskly.

When Du Yunfeng turned his head, he was still dripping water, and the water droplets under the sun cast colorful water droplets, and his facial features were three-dimensional and vivid.

"I'm used to it. As long as I'm with this group of people, it's always a habit on the mountain." While talking, he cleaned the towel in the basin, walked up to Zhou Lan, covered his face with his hands, and moved up and down, left and right. wipe.

Zhou Lan has always been clean, and it has never happened that she ran out without washing her face in the morning.

That fancy suit is still on, dirty and wrinkled, it needs to be washed and cleaned, just like the whole yard needs to be replaced with a new one.

A few servants were released from the warehouse in the backyard to feed them, and under the watchful eye of armed men, the cleaning began.

Hei Si'er is a clever ghost, he once drove a car for a boss in Fengtian before going up the mountain, and he started the Cheng's car after tinkering with it for a while.He drove to Fengtian early in the morning and came back near dark. He bought everything from clothes to bed sheets, toothbrushes, soap, hair oil, cigarettes and matches. He bought everything Du Yunfeng ordered when he gave him the money. He bought it even if he saw something good without ordering it. He has a wink and money, and he only buys the best things. The co-pilot's seats are all piled up, and he can't even see the rearview mirror. Blindly driving all the way back.

Inside and out, Zhou Lan changed into new clothes and returned to a good person, and the Cheng family also returned to the good family he wanted.

The Cheng family compound is a new world, full of interesting things, the second floor in front is dedicated to Zhou Lan and Du Yunfeng, other pavilions and pavilions can be chosen randomly, and live in whichever one they like.

Hei Si'er fell in love with Cheng Yuezhi's room, the eldest girl's boudoir was the cleanest, Jin Xiaoman didn't snatch him away, and murmured for a while.

Hei Si'er wandered around the room, there were some things he didn't need, his eyes grumbled, the military commander must like it, so he sent them to the small second floor in front, such as the piano, the violin played with a crooked neck, and a pillow The photo of Zhou Lan pressed underneath was sent along.

The piano was placed in the hall on the first floor. Du Yunfeng leaned against the side of the piano, and with a flick of his finger, he opened the black lacquered and reflective keyboard.

Zhou Lan, who was neatly dressed, was sitting in front of the piano, with his hands facing each other, and his ten fingers were pressed out of a soft and strange angle. They were as fresh and slender as spring onions, and their fingertips were slightly raised.Du Yunfeng couldn't help but raised his hand to feel it, and there was a crisp sound of joints.

Zhou Lan hadn’t touched the piano for a long time. She clenched one hand and put it to her lips to think for a moment, then separated her fingers and landed on the black and white keyboard. I heard it before, Zhou Lanxi often played this piece in the Zhou family compound in Tianjin.

Du Yunfeng was very active when he was young, but he could always stand quietly behind the piano player and listen to the piece.

Du Yunfeng paced lightly, opened the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of foreign wine, and slowly poured it into a hexagonal crystal glass. He took a glass and leaned against the door to drink it himself. The night outside had fallen, and there was a crescent moon in the sky.

The moon will never change. Today's moon is yesterday's moon, and it is also the moon from a long time ago, just like the piano music will not change, the same music, the same night as a boy, when he turned his head, Zhou Lan's back followed The posture of playing the piano is moving slightly, he has grown up, he is already a 19-year-old youth, with a handsome demeanor and a dignified appearance.

Du Yunfeng felt that his feelings for him were changing and getting deeper, and he couldn't extricate himself.

After listening to this song so many times, he was familiar with it by heart. When Zhou Lan's last note fell leisurely, Du Yunfeng put his hand on his shoulder and handed over the wine glass.

"Does it sound good?" Zhou Lan took the glass and raised her head.

"Nice to hear." Du Yunfeng picked up his cup and touched it with him.

Such a night, such a person, Zhou Lan thinks this serenade is really suitable.

When Zhou Lan spoke, his lips were moist, revealing the luster of wine, rosy, and Du Yunfeng couldn't help but bend down...

"Big, big, big..." Jin Xiaoman stood at the door, stammering from shouting to hissing.

Du Yunfeng closed his eyes angrily when he was very close to Zhou Lan, and he turned around abruptly: "What's so big, you can't knock on the door?"

"The door, the door is not closed, eat, eat..." Jin Xiaoman scratched his fat head and explained, how did he know that this scene was suddenly happening in the room, just now when he heard the piano stopped playing, he hurried over to call for dinner, it was cold for a while .

Du Yunfeng yelled angrily: "What to eat, listen to the serenade, do you understand, you don't understand."

"No, I don't understand..." Taking advantage of Du Yunfeng not rushing out of the house to beat him up, Jin Xiaoman turned his head and ran to the kitchen, thinking that the eldest brother used to forget to eat only when he was listening to Xiaolangqu. The more elegant he is, the more hungry he is in front of a broken wooden qin, so he hastened to go back and eat first, and hide after eating, so he can't show his face in front of Boss Du again today.

The rare good atmosphere was destroyed. Du Yunfeng took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions, intending to re-cultivate him. He just put his smile on his face, but Zhou Lan suddenly got up again: "Yes, it's time to eat!" Then he ran away without looking back go out.

Zhou Lan brought a bowl of porridge from the kitchen, took a thick and long rolling pin along the way, and entered Wenchang Pavilion with great interest.

After he entered, he sent the guards far away.

Wenchang Pavilion was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. Zhou Lan carried a dim old lantern with him.

After a while, the voice of cursing came from inside, and people in the distance couldn't hear it clearly, but Cheng Batou's voice was definitely not clean.

Then came the howling.

Zhou Lan held a bowl and fed it to the people on the ground. Cheng turned his head and dared not stop drinking. His toes were bloody and a bloody rolling pin was thrown beside him.

"That's right! You see, if you don't eat well, you will suffer." Zhou Lan held an empty bowl, reached out to pat the face on the ground, and withdrew his hand halfway as if he felt dirty: "I will deliver food to you every day from now on." , I won’t starve you to death.” Then he closed Cheng Baotou’s mouth again.

Putting down the empty bowl, he walked around behind Cheng's head. The waistband of the other party was originally of good leather and style, but it had been ripped away by the little brothers, so Zhou Lan pulled the other party's trousers down to the thigh without much effort. Cheng's realized what he was going to do, so he twisted and struggled hard, purring.

Zhou Lan held the rolling pin and patted his hand lightly. His eyes were expressionless, and he followed Cheng's crawling route all the way. He was tasting the first dish called fear.

After chasing enough, the shiny leather shoes stepped on the man's bloody toes: "You can't escape." He said sincerely.

He squatted down holding the rolling pin.

There was a lot of wailing in Wenchang Pavilion.

Under the dim light, Zhou Lan watched Cheng Ba crawling on the ground with a rolling pin that looked like a tail, looking ugly and painful.

The rolling pin was dripping blood.

"It's okay, it's easy to bleed for the first time, you've seen it before." Zhou Lan seemed to have a comforting tone, Cheng Baotou's eyes began to show fear, and the previous arrogance was completely gone. Zhou Lan caught it, and he was very satisfied.

Zhou Lan suddenly bent one knee and pressed the back of Cheng's head. He held a rolling pin in his hand and grabbed the opponent's hair with the other hand, forcing him to turn his head and look at him.

"Is that so? Well, is that so?" He wanted the other party to taste the pain of five internal organs and six weapons. This is his favorite second dish, pain, the pain of burning all five internal organs.

Blood flowed down the rolling pin, and the body on the ground was sweating and groggy.

Zhou Lan pulled out the rolling pin, and he also sweated, but he thought the hard work was worth it.

"Hurry up and raise your ass, and I will come to see you again." Zhou Lan smiled lightly, then as if saying goodbye to an old friend, picked up the porridge bowl, carried the lantern, and took away the only light source.

The one surnamed Cheng huddled on the ground, convulsed with pain, he vaguely heard what Zhou Lan said, he knew, he had said these words before, and he understood that the other party wanted to kill him alive.

Zhou Lan washed his hands carefully with soap, and when he returned to the restaurant, Du Yunfeng had already eaten half of his meal, so he raised his head and asked where he had gone.

"I'm going to the backyard." Zhou Lan answered the questions and took the chopsticks from Du Yunfeng at the same time.

"Why do you always go there? It's over if you just kill him, and you keep it as a pet?" Du Yunfeng found that something was wrong with Zhou Lan in the past two days. I can't eat well or sleep well.

Zhou Lan shook his head: "Little Yunfeng, don't worry about it." Then he gave Du Yunfeng a bite of food: "The two big wolf dogs in the backyard are females, with a round belly, and they are about to have cubs. Let's raise them!"

"Okay," Du Yunfeng replied, and then he put down his chopsticks: "Where's that man, what about the people in the warehouse in the backyard? They've been hungry for two days."

Zhou Lan didn't even raise his head, he just ate to himself: "Never mind him."

Zhou Lan really didn't care about the people in that room, he just wandered around Wenchang Pavilion every day, as if there was great fun there.

Du Yunfeng didn't intend to starve the whole room to death. He was a bandit, not a murderer. Mr. Cheng didn't make it through the night and died. Du Yunfeng had someone throw him into a ravine overnight to feed the wolves. After two days of fishing, the fisherman threw some food into the net, and he was hungry and had no energy to shout. The whole house raised a dog.

Du Yunfeng felt that Zhou Lan had a very simple and naive ruthlessness, which was different from the Zhou Lan he had known all along. He never thought that Zhou Lan had this side, which surprised him a little, and it was also a little novel. This change is a little exciting like never before.

He is used to being the boss, controlling dozens of people in Black Eagle Mountain, and people who have no desire to conquer can't control this stall.

But he just has something he can't conquer. Zhou Lan has indeed softened a lot than before, and he also knows that the other party has him in his heart.His love for Zhou Lan was born with a kind of fear, afraid that the other party would be angry and ignore him, and this fear would recur once in a while, torturing his natural desire to conquer.

Living a new life in a new home, the people of Heiying Mountain have never had such a new atmosphere. The small courtyard is self-contained, it is like heaven and earth.

After something happened to the Cheng family, although the door was closed, there would still be abnormalities. The phone was answered by a stranger, and they hung up without knowing anything.The rich households around are not as rich as the Cheng family. At first, they were worried that bad people would come to their own home. Everyone was in danger for a while, but after a long time, they found that the people in the compound didn’t even bother to come out to provoke anyone. .

The security team came, it wasn't the Cheng family's own report, but they had to take care of their own affairs, the walls were tall and the doors were thick, and the security team didn't have any guns, so they made a symbolic call and half-heartedly fired a few shots at the watchtower Then withdrew.

The county magistrate and Mr. Cheng called each other brothers, but judging by the appearance of the Cheng family, it is estimated that Mr. Cheng's death is not resurrected.

Du Yunfeng has always been worried that there will be troubles on the Japanese side - after the incident, the Japanese soon discovered that the devoted and dedicated Cheng had lost his head, and indeed they did some fighting to find it, but when they inspected the terrain of Cheng's compound, they felt bitten. Slightly gritted his teeth, Cheng said that Potian is a master, a dog of the Japanese, can they really send out the army to fight a tough battle for a dog?

Zhou Lan is long-sleeved and good at dancing, and his polite manner does not seem to be threatening. He and the Imperial Army have repeatedly promised that there will be no next time, and Zhitian vowed to cooperate with the Japanese Imperial Army's policy of goodwill and co-prosperity, and then used half a warehouse of opium cream to send away happiness. the Taijun.

Everything that should be settled has been settled. Two months have passed, and everything seems to be a good day.

Since Jin Xiaoman interrupted Boss Du's good business last time, he has been a little anxious, always thinking of making up for his mistakes to please Boss Du, and the sky paid off, and he finally got the chance.

There is a cellar in the backyard, and there are many good things in it, including two jars of old wine. The jars are very old, and no one cared about them at first. Out of the sea horse deer whip Morinda officinalis, plus unknown medicinal materials, a few young men who secretly drank, couldn't hold back after a while, slipped out, and hid in the house.

That's not to mention, the little boy who snatched the third aunt's house found a few packets of medicinal powder a few days ago. I guess it's not a good thing. When I went to the brothel, I gave it to the little sister who was so tender that she could pinch water. Heaven and earth.

On his own initiative, Jin Xiaoman filled the bottle with foreign wine bottles, put a few packs of medicinal powder, and carefully composed a grand gift.

Seeing Boss Du's way of currying favor with military advisers every day, this ceremony must be popular - if the two of them haven't got it, the wine is the matchmaker, if they have already done it, this is just to add to the fun.

Simply foolproof.

Zhou Lan stepped out of the small second floor, and Jin Xiaoman got into it determined to win.

Du Yunfeng was wearing big pants and eating watermelon pulled by cold water in the living room. The weather was hot, and the yard was full of men. He wanted to lie down naked. Fortunately, the house was well designed, cool and transparent, and he was in a good mood, but As soon as he saw Jin Xiaoman jumping in, he frowned: "Are you addicted if you don't knock on the door?"

Jin Xiaoman took the wine bottle, squatted beside the mahogany recliner, grinning: "Brother, big brother"

Du Yunfeng glanced at him, thinking that he was passing by with a drink, and raised his chin towards the watermelon: "If you want to eat, take it yourself."

Jin Xiaoman was here to give gifts, he didn't care about the watermelon, so he had to hurry up and say, this gift can't be seen by the military division, at least the two of them can't see it together, if he gave it to the military division, Boss Du couldn't see it either.

When he was nervous, he stuttered even more, talking endlessly, Du Yunfeng thought he was just giving a bottle of wine, so he snorted, the wine cabinet in his big living room was full of wine, what's missing his bottle?

After he listened half-heartedly, he gradually figured out the way. He turned from slouching to sitting up, then stood up abruptly, took a look at the bottle of wine, and smelled again: "So strong?"

Jin Xiaoman nodded in agreement.

Du Yunfeng's heart was pounding, it was a good thing, but he thought that good things can't be used. Zhou Lan's temper just said "sleep once" last time, and he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone for half a year. After taking the medicine, they have to die together, and they will not communicate with each other until they die.

He really wanted to get Zhou Lan, but he was even more afraid of losing him.

He didn't speak, but was in a daze with the wine and medicine powder. Jin Xiaoman thought that Boss Du was fascinated by the future, so he took the wine bottle and medicine bag, stuffed them into the wine cabinet, and closed the door.

Du Yunfeng came back to his senses, and was about to say no, you can take it away, when Zhou Lan quietly appeared at the door: "What are you doing?"

Jin Xiaoman turned his head: "Army, military division, it's okay, eat, watermelon is here, sweet!" After finishing speaking, he slipped away.

Du Yunfeng babbled for a long time, the wine had already entered the cupboard, he couldn't explain clearly for a while, but people misunderstood, and finally popped out a word: "Sweet!"

Zhou Lan ignored him, and sat on the recliner to eat watermelon. He was wearing a linen short-sleeved shirt and a pair of loose linen pants underneath. Even though the yard was full of men, he didn't have the habit of showing his arms and legs.

"I'll go upstairs to take a nap, will you go?" Zhou Lan walked upstairs, Du Yunfeng replied habitually, followed up happily, and put aside the matter in the wine cabinet for a while.

For several months, Zhou Lan's care for the man in Wenchang Pavilion can be regarded as benevolent. He went in every day to beat and beat, several whips were broken, and the rolling pin was smashed out of the hole. Cheng's head and bones were not knocked. I don't know how many places it has been broken, even if it is released now, it will be useless.

He didn't see the sun and was beaten every day. Cheng Baotou's original aggressiveness had long since disappeared. He stopped scolding or shouting. The only thing he said was to ask for death. He repeated it every day and babbled silently. This made Zhou Lan feel It's getting less and less interesting.

"It's really not easy for you to want to die." Zhou Lan finished beating him and sat on the altar in front of Wenchang Pavilion to rest. Today, he ordered someone to wash Cheng's head. Of course, the whole bathing process was also in the dark Wenchang Pavilion. Keep your mouth shut the whole time.

Cheng Bao's head was so miserable that the little guys who were bathing him didn't dare to look directly at him.

But Zhou Lan felt that this was not enough, far from enough—why did he beg to die so quickly?If a person wants to die with all his heart, he will not be afraid of anything, and there will be no pain.

Zhou Lan once had the idea of ​​fucking this person, but he despised him for being dirty, even if he did it, he despised him, even if he was cleaned.

Cheng's head is not clean, but Cheng's family has a clean one. Zhou Lan's eyes lit up when he thought of this: "I will make you not want to die."

When Zhou Lan came back at night, she pulled Cheng Yuezhi's hair and dragged her in. Cheng Yuezhi was very thin and almost half-naked, unlike the girl who was wearing baby fat a few months ago. She was weak and could only drink a bowl of porridge a day, and then Living like a dog, she didn't have the strength to struggle and shout.

It wasn't until Zhou Lan stuffed her in the tub and took a cold shower that she cried and begged softly, "Please let me go, please."

Zhou Lan ignored her, tore her clothes emotionlessly, and pressed her on the altar in front of Cheng's head,

Cheng Yuezhi didn't go through the personnel affairs, she was in so much pain that she cried and struggled loudly.

Zhou Lan achieved her goal, piercing her brother's heart like a knife with a heart-piercing cry, and a person who wanted to die could suffer again.

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