Can't be chased

When Song Li was called in to continue the examination of An Fan, Sheng Ming had already cleared his temper, and even suppressed the ecstasy that didn't suit him before, his sharp eyebrows were slightly frowned, and it seemed like he could gouge it out with a sweep. A layer of flesh and blood.

Another pretending hero, Song Li cursed quietly in his heart.

When the inspection was almost finished, Sheng Ming ran to the study room to answer someone's call. Song Li packed his things, looked at An Fan who had recovered to normal, frowned and said, "Have we met before? Why do I always feel that you very familiar?"

An Fan searched his memory and couldn't remember that he had seen Song Li before, so he shook his head.

Song Li just asked casually, and didn't get too entangled in this issue. He went to help Anfan put down the pillow and let him rest for a while.

An Fan was worried that he would trouble Song Li, so he hurriedly did it himself. When he turned his head, a trace flashed behind his ear, and Song Li happened to catch a glimpse.

That piece was only the size of a fingernail, and at first glance it looked like an irregular burn scar, but upon closer inspection, it was found to be in the shape of a cat.

"Have you stayed at Cat Night before?"

An Fan's movements froze, and he looked at Song Li almost in a panic.

Song Li already regretted the words as soon as he uttered them, annoyed that he hadn't even thought about what he said.

"Don't be afraid, I don't mean anything malicious, just a little surprised."

An Fan seemed to feel that he was overreacting, and smiled with the corners of his mouth: "It's okay."

He put his hand over the scar behind his ear: "Well, I stayed there."

Song Li clenched his hands by his side, then let go and patted An Fan's shoulder, his voice was full of pity that he didn't realize: "It's all over."

An Fan raised his eyes to look at him, and smiled very cutely. He was very thin, and he was so pale that he was almost sickly. Song Li was used to birth and death, and rarely felt happy or sad about it, but felt a strong emotion at this moment. Emotional tremors.

In this world, there are always so many stories that are not easy to pry. I don't know who has paid more than others.

After Song Li left, An Fan was in a daze in the room by himself, and this was the scene Sheng Ming saw when he came in after making a call.

"what happened?"

"Sheng Ming," An Fan raised his eyes and leaned his face on his knees, "How is Li Chengfang?"

Sheng Ming's face darkened immediately, and he forgot about the miscellaneous things after he had done it, thinking of it made his brain feel dirty, but An Fan never thought that he could not forget it.

He took a step closer, with cruel eyes: "Don't worry, he won't come to you again, he has no chance."

An Fan wisely didn't ask anymore, Li Chengfang's life and death had nothing to do with him, but when he suddenly mentioned the old things, he remembered some old people.

Those two contracts have always been two swords hanging over An Fan's head. Although Sheng Ming seems to have forgotten it, An Fan can't forget the identity that was brought before his eyes again and again.

Back then, Anfan and Qin Side still hadn't settled down for a long time before moving to another city. After that conflict, Li Chengfang didn't come to him again. After changing the city, it was equivalent to a complete break.

An Fan had never looked forward to wandering so much, he never wanted to go back to that nightmare place for the rest of his life.

Qin Side spent very little time at home, and sometimes he came back only once in three or five days, and left after getting some money from Anfan, even overnight.

The blood under his body was always dirty, and Anfan was in a coma for many days. He didn't dare to find those heavier jobs, so he only did some odd jobs.

Qin Side's temper became more and more irritable, and he threw things at random when he couldn't get the money. An Fan carefully estimated the value of those objects, and the compensation to the landlord was not a small sum of money.

He couldn't reason with Qin Side, and later he simply stopped doing useless work, and only set aside the rent and a little food for himself from the money he earned, and gave Qin Side all the rest.

He is an adult, but he can't live an independent adult life, and the days are dragging forward repeatedly day by day. Qin Side will not allow An Fan to abandon him, and An Fan himself feels guilty for this thought that occasionally arises.After all, Qin Side had raised him for so many years.

However, no matter what, he never thought that even if there was a conflict and he wished to die together, the person he had called "Uncle Qin" for more than ten years would sell him out.

That day when An Fan came home from get off work, he found that Qin Side was also back. He was sitting on the sofa with peeling paint, and he was unusually quiet. The Qin Side that An Fan had seen over the years were either hysterical or vicious. Embarrassed, there is rarely such a quiet time.

An Fan panicked and went to the kitchen to cook, heated up the leftovers in the refrigerator in a small pot next to him, and cooked a new dish.

When the meal was almost ready, Qin Side came to the kitchen and helped him serve the food to the table outside without saying a word.

An Fan was completely startled, the two had eaten in silence, he poured Qin Side a glass of water, hesitantly said, "Uncle Qin, what happened?" They stayed at home together for two or three hours Wow, Qin Side hasn't asked him for money yet.

Qin Side's lips trembled: "Anfan, do you know that I owe a lot of money outside?"

An Fan bit his lip and nodded, and said anxiously: "Uncle Qin, as long as you don't gamble in the future, we will eventually pay you back. I will find another job in a few days..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Qin Side grabbed An Fan's hand violently, making his flesh ache.

"Anfan, it's late, please forgive Uncle," his voice became urgent, with a hint of pleading, "Uncle has already promised them, only you can help me."

An Fan felt some ominous premonition in his incoherent words, his heart beat violently, and he withdrew his hand vigorously: "Uncle, what are you talking about? Who did you promise..."

Qin Side's calm skin was torn off, he slid off the sofa, and hugged Anfan's leg: "Anfan, they said, you only need to go to Maoye for two years, and the 200 million I owe will be repaid." Cleared."

"I promise you, I won't gamble anymore, save my uncle's life, save me..."

An Fan's teeth were chattering, he let Qin Side hug his leg, forced a smile: "What is Maoye, a hotel, do you want me to work part-time?"

His voice broke at the touch of a touch, as ethereal as a phantom.Qin Side's eyes were red, tears streaming down his face, he looked remorseful, but his words were still bewitching and inducing.

"Fanfan, you have a special body. You have an advantage in going to that kind of place. There must be many people who are willing to..."

"Bang!" Qin Side was pushed to the ground, and An Fan's leg hit the corner of the table hard. He knocked away in a panic, and ran to the door without even wearing his shoes.

Qin Side reacted quickly and grabbed his leg. Tears were useless, so he could only resort to force.He held An Fan tightly, as if holding on to his only hope of life.

A suppressed mournful cry came out in the fierce body collision, the voice was too sad and hopeless, as if it was covered with blood, Qin Side bumped into Anfan's eyes, there were no tears in them, and the dryness made people feel even more frightened , Just like a well that has been dry for a hundred years, another layer of coarse sand has been sprinkled to sharpen it.

what am i doingQin Side was dazed for a moment, as if the man who had not fallen to this point more than ten years ago had traveled through time and briefly occupied his broken thoughts for a second.

As soon as he let go of his hand, An Fan pulled his foot out, and ran towards the door in a stumbling manner without even looking at him.

After the door opened, there was a short silence, the sound of struggling stopped, the sound of footsteps stopped, and even the sound of breathing seemed to be inaudible.

Qin Side raised his head, only to see Anfan staggering back, several men came in from the door, step by step, patting down like the giant palm of fate.

An Fan always felt that he had already experienced the most tragic thing, and only then did he realize that fear and misery have no end and no peak.

Cat Night is not a restaurant, nor is it a serious bar, it is a club, just like its name, as cold and charming as a cat, as dark and endless as a night.

This is a fucking club.

During the days when Sheng Ming brought him back, An Fan couldn't sleep all night, and sleeping pills didn't work.He resisted everyone's contact, and it took half a year after he was with Sheng Ming to stop shaking when his body touched.

In the adolescence of teenagers, because of the special inferiority complex of the body, you will feel inferior, but you will not think that you have no human value, and Maoye is a place that strongly gives you this kind of cognition.

For sex lovers, it may be a paradise of relaxation and freedom, but for Anfan, it is a complete hell.

His body is naked/naked for others to comment on, one pair of hands after another walks from the place he is most unbearable and most wants to hide, the obscene words are like the strongest corrosive agent, burning his flesh and blood to scorching hot.

In the end, he almost lost his perception of the outside world, those touches, those words, those pains and the pleasure of being imposed, all seemed to be forcibly isolated from his consciousness.

I don’t know who praised him for his knowledge, but in the end they were not satisfied. Even this made him feel too comfortable. A pet must be obedient from body to heart, not a puppet without a core .

Anfan's special body gave him special treatment during the cat night. Others had to undergo a long period of training before trying to appear on stage, and it was put in front of him a week later.The resistance shown by Anfan is a kind of passive intensity, they want to destroy his ego and persistence.

Passive resistance broke out completely in this situation. Before An Fan was dragged into the arena, he was frightened by the shadowy heads and tore the barrier.

He was so bewildered and flustered that he didn't even know how to die. His mouth was bloody from the bite, and the rope around his neck was pulled deeply into his flesh by him.

what to do?How can I die?

The people next to him rushed over to stop him, and he was as nimble as a fish for a moment, he got out of those gaps, and slammed his head hard against the wall.

Blood immediately covered half of his face, he couldn't see clearly, and he only prayed that the darkness would swallow him forever.He can't do what An He said, it's really hard to live.

But the darkness didn't want to keep him for too long.The doctor in the medical room helped him treat the wound, as if he didn't notice his waking up, turned around and went out.

An Fan didn't want to open his eyes, but felt the silence around him. Those people might need to deal with this temporary accident, but they didn't send anyone to guard him. The window was open, even though it was the second floor.

An Fan didn't know where the strength came from, he propped himself up to the window sill, and jumped off the outer edge.

There was a tooth-cold muffled sound when his flesh touched the concrete floor, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and he limped and ran forward with all his might.

Anfan's mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and there was a commotion behind him, but he ignored it, only wishing to escape a little more, a little more.

He was still too slow, and the yelling sound was getting closer and closer, maybe only two or three steps away.An Fan's legs gave way and he fell to the ground. Just as he fell into complete despair, the hand that fell to the ground grabbed a person's clothes.

His blurred vision turned upwards, and a frozen face came into view. It was terribly cold, but to An Fan, it looked like the most benevolent Bodhisattva.

Countless giant hands stretched out from hell to tear him down, but he finally got hold of it.