man god tell me to die

"Snapped!"

The sound of the belt slamming against the flesh seemed to have greatly pleased Dong Yan, and the little Qin Che shrank, holding her five-year-old sister in her arms.He lowered his head, not daring to cry out the pain, nor did he dare to resist.

"Hmph, you little bitch. You dare to sue Song Quan, right? What a pity, who would believe you!" Dong Yan caressed the belt in her hand.She couldn't understand those people who liked to beat her with a whip when they slept with her before, but now she realized that they were so happy.

Looking at the two children kneeling on the ground in front of her, Dong Yan felt extremely refreshed.How weak, how incompetent.Just like myself back then.But there is no way, this is your life!

"Snapped!"

Accompanied by more and more vicious beatings, Qin Che's thin body could not completely protect Song Xiaomei. The child who was severely whipped couldn't help but burst out crying. Qin Che hurried to coax the frightened child. More and more wronged.

Dong Yan heard a cry that was louder than the other, and from the initial joy to impatience, she slapped Song Xiaomei again.Shouting sharply in his mouth: "Shut up, old lady! If you cry again, I will smack your mouth!"

Qin Che suddenly raised his head and stared at Dong Yan, his fierce eyes were like a dying animal.

Dong Yan was startled, but she quickly came to her senses, this is just a ten-year-old child, what's the use of having fierce eyes?

She raised her hand and twitched again, and at the same time smiled sinisterly: "Why are you staring at me? You are staring at your good father."

Dong Yan turned and sat on the sofa, picked up an apple on the table, and peeled it slowly. Suddenly she laughed and said while peeling: "I almost forgot, where do you still have a father?"

She looked at Qin Che's confused eyes in shock with satisfaction, her smile became brighter, and she continued: "Oh, no, you still have a father. It's just that you're staying in a mental hospital. As for Song Quan, you don't have any It's not his own. But it's useless if it's your own." Dong Yan raised her hand and pointed at Song Xiaomei with a fruit knife, and said: "This little brat is his own, why don't you just ignore it? So, you men don't have a good thing What are your wives and children in your eyes?"

When Qin Che heard Dong Yan's words, he instinctively didn't believe it. He retorted: "You are talking nonsense! How could I not be born to my father! My mother is very good to me!"

Dong Yan raised her head amusedly, "Are you talking about your dead 'mother'?"

She cut off a piece of apple and put it in her mouth. She chewed and said, "I do know your 'mother', but she died very early. About ten years ago?"

Dong Yan raised her face, with a look of reminiscence, and her expression was even a little naive, and said: "That woman is nice, I have an affair with her husband and she even treated me as a guest, the cake she gave me that day is really like me This is the best cake I've ever eaten in my life. Hahaha, it's so funny to say, we met when you were still in the womb." She looked at Qin Che, and could vaguely see the tenderness of that gentle woman back then. appearance.

Walking in front of Qin Che, Dong Yan bent down, picked Qin Che's chin with a fruit knife, looked him in the eyes, and continued: "I didn't want to tell you this. But let you know whose child you are , it can be considered that I have done my best to her."

When Zhao Zixin tidied up the room and came out, he saw Qin Che sitting on the sofa in a daze, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a water glass in the other.

I called Qin Che a few times, but he didn't respond, but the water glass tilted slightly, and water was about to spill out.

Zhao Zixin hurriedly stepped over to take the water glass, patted him again, and said, "What are you thinking?"

Qin Che was startled, and with a flick of his other hand, he tapped on the screen that had just been blacked out.

The explosive scene suddenly caught Zhao Zixin's eyes, he coughed awkwardly, and said, "Well, there is a disposable toothbrush in the toilet, and I have tidied up the room, you should prepare to go to bed early."

Qin Che, who came back to his senses, knew that he must have misunderstood. He opened his mouth to explain, but suddenly laughed.

Looking at Qin Che who couldn't stop laughing, Zhao Zixin was a little puzzled.Is it so funny to be caught watching a film by chance?

After a while, Qin Che finally stopped laughing. He stood up without saying anything, patted Zhao Zixin on the shoulder, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Confused, Zhao Zixin got himself a glass of water, sat on the sofa and looked at his phone, waiting for Qin Che to wash up before going.

Zhou: Are you home, brother Zixin?

Zhou: No, are you home, Zi Xin?

Zhou: Why aren't you home yet? ?

Zhou: Don't ignore me...

Zhou: If you see it, please reply me! !

Zhou: Are you asleep?I miss you.

Looking at the messages sent by Zhou Qiyan, Zhao Zixin felt both funny and had a headache.

This is the first time Zhao Zixin has encountered such a situation where he has to keep a distance from the other party and does not want to hurt the other party.He considered his words and replied simply.

Xing: I haven't looked at my phone before.Go to bed early, good night.

Not long after the news came back, Zhou Qiyan called.

Zhao Zixin answered helplessly, "Zixin..." Zhou Qiyan's aggrieved voice sounded from the other end.

"It's getting late, go to bed early. I'm going to have a rest too." Zhao Zixin didn't plan to talk too much with him, he tried his best to ignore Zhou Qiyan's grievances, and decided to hang up the phone.

Zhou Qiyan heard what he meant, and hurriedly said: "You didn't ignore me on purpose, did you?"

It seems that Zhou Qiyan's eager little eyes can be seen, Zhao Zixin is a little soft-hearted, but he has not forgotten that the most important thing now is to keep a distance from Zhou Qiyan, and he must not let him misunderstand anything.

It's best for both of us to be indifferent to him.

Thinking this way, Zhao Zixin did not answer Zhou Qiyan's question, but said: "We should not contact each other for a few days, and you should calm down. After all, we have known each other for too short a time. I think... a straight man should not be beaten up." It will be that easy. You may just have a sudden hormonal burst, or the window period is too long, maybe it will be fine in a few days. Or you can try to find a girlfriend to calm down..."

"Okay, don't talk about it." Zhou Qiyan interrupted Zhao Zixin. He knew that Zhao Zixin would definitely run away and would not accept it so quickly, but he still felt uncomfortable when he heard Zhao Zixin's words.Putting the phone away, he took a deep breath.

Withdrawing his hand and facing the phone again, Zhou Qiyan pretended to be relaxed and said: "I listen to you, I won't look for you this holiday. If I still like you when I come back from the holiday, you can't say I'm not calm, can you? Even if I have endocrine disorders It's also been out of tune for too long. As for finding a girlfriend or something...you can forget it."

Having said that, he couldn't go on.

Zhao Zixin didn't say a word, he felt that his life in the past 20 years could be regarded as wasted.

Zhou Qiyan didn't speak either. He felt that all the patience he had learned in the past 18 years had been used at this moment.

Neither of the two people who were connected to the phone signal opened their mouths. It was clear that there was silence but they seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeats.No one was willing to hang up the phone first, as if the end of the phone call ended the only remaining contact with each other.

After a while, Zhao Zixin said, "I..."

But after uttering only one word, Zhou Qiyan dared not listen to him and said, "I miss you very much. Really."

Another silence responded to him.

I couldn't see Zhao Zixin's expression, but Zhou Qiyan knew that he must be very troubled now, and I can be said to be hateful for making him so troubled.

But he really couldn't help it.

You can let a young man keep his head down on his studies, not play games and eat nonsense, but you can't let him hide his emotions perfectly when facing his lover.

Zhao Zixin couldn't bear this silent atmosphere any longer, and the boy's faint breathing was like torture being imposed on him.

He finally knew that he actually cared, and he cared a lot.

He thought of Zhou Qiyan's disappointed expression, and his back when he resolutely left, and he felt sore and unbearable in his heart.

But he can't, how can he let a good young man walk on the thorny road that he doesn't know the future because of himself.

Zhao Zixin closed his eyes, and said to the other side: "Don't mention this matter again, I'll just pretend nothing happened. Good night." The voice seemed to be delayed for a second, and the words would be incoherent.

After finishing speaking, Zhao Zixin didn't dare to give himself a chance to hear Zhou Qiyan's reaction, so he hung up the phone hastily.

Fleeing away, extremely embarrassed.

Leaning on the back of the sofa, Zhao Zixin closed his eyes, recalling his short life experience.

To be honest, except when he was a child watching that man get drunk and beat himself and his mother, but he was helpless, he had never experienced such a loss.

Zhao Zixin was like a child who only dared to hide in his own hole to communicate with others. Zhou Qiyan hooked out the hole with a beautiful balloon, dangled it in his ear, and punctured it without warning.

He was so frightened that he wanted to go back into the hole again, but found that his feet had been tied up by the rope of the balloon.

I can't escape, I can't earn money, but I am determined not to return to him.