life after marriage

A bullet lodged deep in the wall.He penetrated Yan Jing's waist, and even penetrated the man's belly-this is a completely dead-end fight.

The man clutched his wound with difficulty, with a crazy smile on his face.

"Look, you, you always say I'm crazy, but you—crazier than me." He spoke very hard, the pain made him sweat all over his face, and he could hardly stand up.

Yan Jing got up staggeringly, dripping blood slid across the smooth hands and guns, splashing small blood on the ground.He was in bad shape, staggering, but finally got up.

"If you can hit you, it's not a loss." He gritted his teeth and said, "You are afraid of pain. If you are too afraid, even a finger injury can hurt for a long time, let alone such a wound."

"You...you still remember." A sad expression appeared on the man's face.

"Of course." Yan Jing remained expressionless, "Otherwise I would kill you."

Yan Jing was still six years old back then, the first time he saw such a clean person, the man stood in a clean and bright room, and when he lowered his head, the long tails of his eyes deeply scratched the hearts of others.

"Child, what's your name?" He sat cross-legged on the ground and asked him softly.

But Yan Jing has long been attracted by the apple on the table - this apple is really big, bigger than the old melon, and more fragrant, he murmured: "Apple..."

"Your name is Apple." The man said "Oh", his face was full of curiosity: "Because you like apples?"

The little Yan Jing pursed his lips. He was young, but he was not stupid, otherwise he would not have survived until now.This man is unusual in any way, and he doesn't really want to stay with him.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the man took an apple by himself, lowered his head and began to peel it.

He seemed very unaccustomed to doing these things. Yan Jing frowned as he saw the thick flesh attached to the peeled off peel.

But it was finally finished, Yan Jing looked at the surviving pulp and heaved a sigh of relief - its surface was pitted and turned brown and yellow due to long-term exposure to the air, looking like a big potato.

The man also showed a relieved expression, but the knife in his hand suddenly slipped and cut on his ring finger.

"hiss--"

Bright red blood dripped out, and quickly slid down his fingers onto the apple. The man's face turned pale. Yan Jing saw big beads of sweat emerging from his forehead, and his teeth were chattering.

He shrank back, and the man's suddenly gloomy face made him almost hairy.

The man stared at the blood bead, his expression distorted, just when Yan Jing thought he was going to have an attack, the man suddenly regained his composure.

He calmly threw the apples into the trash can, wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, then stood up and dumped the whole tray of apples.

"What's so delicious about this?" He turned his head and said with a smile, "The name Apple doesn't sound good. From now on, you'll be called Xiaoqi."

Yan Jing closed his eyelashes and nodded silently.

For three days since then, he has seen the man deliberately protecting his left hand, even if it was only slightly knocked, his face would darken.

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"But every time, every time it was you," the man sucked in his breath, "I really wanted to kill you at that time." He touched his chest, where there was an old wound, and six years hadn't let it go. fade away.

"But, I still can't bear it, Xiaoqi, how can you do this, I treat you so well."

Yan Jing shook his head: "It's a pity that my brain is not broken yet."

He put the muzzle of the gun on the back of the man's hand covering his chest and said, "I don't know why you survived last time, but there will be no next time."

"Xia Jia, goodbye."

The silencer's hand and gun shook slightly, and a hole appeared on the back of the man's hand and his chest. He slowly raised his head, staring at Yan Jing's face.

However, he still couldn't find a trace of love from that familiar face, only the cold eyes.

Finally, he let out a long sigh: "Xiao Qi, you are really a bad boy."

He fell backwards—falls—

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Qin Jianzhi looked at the man's face, the eyes on the gray face gradually dimmed, the man finally saw him covering the window, when the eyes met, Qin Jianzhi didn't know where, suddenly there was a rush A great sorrow.

He was dizzy and lost consciousness.

When he woke up, a child's voice suddenly came from his ear.

"I want to get out."

He looked up and saw a small child standing in front of him.The child's eyes were astonishingly dark, and the delicate face looked terribly lovely.

Qin Jianzhi heard a voice in his ear: "Why?"

"I've been in my room for a month, and I want to get out in the sun."

"There's never been a sun here."

The voice lengthened the ending, and it sounded like it meant something.

The child was stunned for a moment, looking at Qin Jianzhi inexplicably. Qin Jianzhi wanted to hug him, but he grabbed the child by the collar with both hands, and lifted him up roughly—it looked like it should be his own hands .

The child's face was flushed red, his legs were flapping in the air, but he couldn't break free. He struggled helplessly, his hands desperately trying to break free from the shackles around his neck.But it was of no use, until the child's face turned purple, his eyes rolled up involuntarily, and the hands finally let go.

Qin Jianzhi's gaze lowered - probably the owner of the body bent down, stretched out his hand, and touched the child's head very gently.

"Xiao Qi, you have to be good."

The child lowered his head, unable to see his expression, just coughing persistently.

Qin Jianzhi was terribly distressed, but his eyes turned to one side uncontrollably. On a shiny glass, he saw himself——

Shagga.

His head buzzed, could this be the man's memory?

Before he had time to think about it, the man opened the door and shut the child behind him.

In the long corridor, only the unhurried footsteps of the man remained.The sun, the moon, and the stars alternated rapidly, and the shadows on the ground lengthened and shortened. Only men were the only constant existence.

At the end of the corridor, the man finally stopped. He pushed open the door, and Qin Jianzhi gasped.

In the large room, there was only a large bed, and a young female with a fair complexion was lying in the center. Thin chains extended from under the quilt and were tied to the four corners of the bed.

That was Yan Jing.

"Xiao Qi, do you like this coming-of-age gift?"

The long whip dragged on the ground, and the young female woke up. He looked at himself expressionlessly and said——

Everything in front of him suddenly dissipated like a mirror, Qin Jianzhi opened his eyes wide, desperately identifying Yan Jing's mouth shape.

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Qin Jianzhi sat up abruptly.

There was still a deep night in front of him, and he was still in the garbage street, with a brilliant galaxy above his head, spreading all the way forward.

Is that a dream, or is it real?

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but he heard Yan Jing's voice from under the roof.

"Li Guanmian, what are you doing here?"

Qin Jian was stunned, why did Yan Jing regard him as Li Guanmian?Didn't even see his figure?

"It was you who did the hands and feet just now, otherwise I guess my hands will be gone." Yan Jing's voice was a little unstable, and he looked very tired, "Come and help me now, I guess I won't be able to go home for the time being..."

The ending sound disappeared in the silent night wind, and Yan Jing's face suddenly turned pale.

"Qin Jianzhi?"