Against the current Hengdao

The morning light passed through the curtains and hit Ling He just right, illuminating his pale sleeping face that was in a long and painful sleep.This kind of tossing and turning in the middle of the night, staying up until dawn to fall into a short and restless sleep, is already a habit for him, and it is the way he has spent all the long dark nights for more than ten years.

The thick eyelashes plucked deeply at the tightly closed eyelids, blocking all the phantoms under the dark curtain and the demons in memory from the field of vision.However, some resentment is like a big tree with deep and leafy roots. The root system has been embedded in every crack in his mind and soaked into his bone marrow. It has been tormenting him like a shadow for many years, and it is also an eternal shackle around his neck, which makes him unable to escape. .

For more than ten years, Ling He has been lying alone in the white and wide mattress every night, not allowing anyone to get close to his bedside, and not allowing anyone in the bedroom to stay and watch him.

Any faint sound, wind, bird, dog barking, may wake him up from the darkness, and what he can't bear the most is the breath of another person beside him!The sound of breathing from the dark, either hasty or obscene, with ambiguous demeanor, was like a leather whip wrapped around his neck, enough to strangle his throat and make him suffocate in resistance and startle.

He also only shared the bed with Yan Xiaodao for one or two nights, one or two hours, completely removed his armor, let go of his defenses, and just guarded this person named Yan Xiaodao, grabbing the corner of the other person's clothes with a sense of security, like this It is the guiding light in the dark night.As a result, he is like a desperate drowning man, like a desperate lunatic, desperately trying to catch and possess the other party by any means, wanting to seize the only isolated island with solid land in the vast ocean...

Many shadows came slowly and crept onto his big bed, like undeveloped beasts, panting heavily and foul-smelling.

Those shadows stretched out their dirty claws, played with his long hair, and tore his flesh.

The alluring young man, in order to get closer to Fangze, in order to wait for you to grow up, some people will do anything by all means, they will not hesitate to destroy the most beautiful and innocent, they will not hesitate to drive you into a desperate situation with a sly smile, and they will not hesitate to make you lose your life Hey, let your family be ruined.

Who made you, a little fry, look so good-looking and attractive?

Deep voices sounded above his head, and the red, veined giant gently teased and slapped his face, playing the most vicious game in the most frivolous way.

He only needs to kneel one step forward, as long as he compromises, he can rescue the miserable man who was imprisoned on the bed.

As long as he opens his mouth, spreads his legs, chooses to give up all dignity and shame like Mai Yunliang, and crawls in the mud to be willing to be under everyone, he can also be liberated, like those people In the same way, live the so-called days of being rich and happy.

The naked and slender man on the bed was engulfed in a big net made of shameful scars. He had nowhere to escape, but he opened his eyelids and said to him, no, no, no, no...

Did the shadow in the dream say "don't" or "can't"?Or was it simply his own hallucinations, his selfish selfishness that drove the other party to a desperate situation?

No.

No.

A line of blood dripped from the center of the man's lower lip on the bed, and when he closed his eyes, the last emerald light disappeared deep in his eyelashes, making Ling He never touch that kind of beauty again in this life.

He is destined to wander alone in the glacier all his life, he has nothing, and the word "miserable" seems frivolous to him.

All the mournful voices were suppressed in his chest, Ling He subconsciously tore his throat, and his Adam's apple and chest were covered with bleeding marks.He couldn't breathe, his pale face was covered with sweat, and he was struggling on a piece of ice floe in the dark glacier.

Life beliefs such as "revenge" nailed him to this ice floe, giving him a direction to drift.If he can't even support this belief, he doesn't know which sewer and dark river he will drift into.

The dawn wakes him up, and every morning the angel of salvation scoops him up from the dark swamp for a temporary respite.He jumped out of bed, soaked pajama sheets and dripping hair telling him last night was just a normal nightmare relived.

Captain Xue's insinuations forced him to face the memories he didn't want to store up.All of this is actually following the way he planned, gradually uncovering a layer of bleak shell, revealing the dripping blood inside.Sooner or later, the truth will come to light. Captain Xue has only approached the core truth step by step as he had predicted and imagined in advance, but it still makes him so uncomfortable that he can't breathe.

He should also kowtow and thank that perverted Ling Huang, who was targeted and reported by Lord Qi.After all, Ling Huang rescued him from the predicament, and it was a rare sincerity to save him, which left him speechless.If it wasn't for Ling Huang, he might have become a walking dead long ago, the fate like Mai Yunliang...

Ling He looked down at himself, he was still wearing pajamas with a knife.

Xiaodao's pajamas are his body armor. The half-worn cotton fabric is warm and close-fitting, as if it has a warm touch that soothes his soul.

Sweat wet Xiaodao's pajamas, Ling He fell into some warm memory fragments, smiled slightly, and kissed a few times while pulling the front.

He's grown strong enough to be insensitive to the same nightmares he's had for years.He taunted the world with a sneer on his lips, indifferent to all the ridicule and abuse, making himself more ruthless and tougher, more suitable for living in the dark quagmire with unevolved beasts and demons, and tearing enemies apart!Guangming has long since abandoned him, and has nothing to do with his half life.

Shouting or begging for mercy is useless, any weakness will be affected by someone with a heart, and any weakness will be peeled off by evil spirits following the smell and eating your flesh.Ling He has long understood the truth of being a human being.

It's almost dawn, is Captain Xue still reluctant to part with Yan Xiaodao, can't get out of bed at Bingzhuye Tan?

Ling He decided to cook Yan Xiaodao's Chinese herbal soup for the morning. He got up and went to the ground, pulling on his slippers, shaking the sleeves of his pajamas in the breeze, his gray silhouette reflected on the window.

When he walked to the door, he stopped suddenly. After all, he couldn't restrain his guard against Captain Xue. He quietly took out the bugging device in the bedside drawer and connected it to the electric sound field in another room.

Ling He listened, and found clues between the lines of the conversation, his complexion suddenly changed, and he stood up...

It was also the first time for Yan Xiaodao to sneak into Ling He's room to find something.He held his breath, afraid that the sound of panting would wake up the person on the bed, Ling He seemed to be sleeping on the bed, right?

The traditional Chinese medicine prescription prescribed by Dr. Zhang is unbearable, but it is very effective for purging fire and removing blood stasis. His foot injury seems to have healed more than half, but he feels weak in his heart. He still feels like he has started a pile driver when he walks. bang.

The safe is controlled by a combination lock. Yan Xiaodao squinted one eye and leaned closer to observe the mechanism settings inside the keyhole with delicate techniques.Yan Xiaodao is good at all tasks that require finger strength or precision. While turning, he guessed what password Ling He would use... He gradually understood, turned and turned the safe popped open, and he turned The password that came out was the date when the two first met on the "Cloud Account", Ling He also paid attention...

He quickly rummaged through the safe, and there were several guns of different models hidden in the safe, including large-caliber rifles and portable pistols, which should be Ling He's usual equipment.There are also some drugs that he can't recognize, and the long English names are like password secrets.Where is his knife?

When Yan Xiaodao heard the wind blowing behind his ears, he turned his head suddenly like a conditioned reflex, and raised his sword in a defensive posture!

A heavy hand rested on his shoulder, and the person behind him looked teasingly: "What are you looking for? Shall I find it for you?"

Yan Xiaodao was guilty of sneaking open someone's safe, but this time he was caught on the spot, coughed with a thick old face, and asked as gently as possible: "Where did you put my knife?"

Ling He withdrew his hands, and stood with his hands in his pockets: "I will save such a precious thing for you. Don't worry, you won't lose it."

Yan Xiaodao said, "Can you give it back to me?"

Ling He had a teasing look on his face: "That knife is indeed made of real material, and it is very heavy. Your feet are not in good shape. Can you carry it on your back?"

Yan Xiaodao clasped his hands together, bowed at almost ninety degrees and begged: "Linghe...give it back to me, please."

"Give it back to you, and then, are you going to hand over the knife to Captain Xue as an evidence in court to help him solve the case..." His heart is as straightforward as Ling He, and he can't hold back his anger to go around in circles here, "Or Planning to destroy the evidence before Captain Xue so they can never find it?...a knife!"

Yan Xiaodao struggled to open a gap in the stuffy air in the room: "Linghe, after all, it is something I used, if there is some unknown blood on it, I will not be able to escape responsibility in the future, I can't explain clearly in front of Captain Xue. Ling He, can you bear it?"

Ling He mercilessly slapped Yan Xiaodao back to the corner of the wall: "You were only in your teens and had never been to Sanjiang, so this matter will not affect you at all, you are just godfather for you."

Yan Xiaodao frowned slightly, and helplessly called softly: "Xiaohe."

Ling He turned his head and left, replying to Yan Xiaodao with facial expressions and practical actions: I just won't return it to you.

Ling Hedu walked to the stairs of the corridor, and unwillingly turned his head and said a harsh word: "Captain Xue should not have returned to the police station, I will send a courier right now to send the evidence directly to his desk!"

The cold sweat from the nightmare of the dark night was still wrapped under Linghe's clothes, sticky and clammy.If Qi Baoshan is cornered by the police and forced to surrender, this will be the first shovel of soil dug out of the dark swamp, revealing the truth and turning the incident into a glimmer of light.Since Lord Qi can report Ling Huang, this person knows more than this trivial matter!The armor and thorns all over Ling He's body were stiffened, his hands trembled slightly, how could he let go of such a good opportunity to pan for gold in big waves.

Yan Xiaodao racked his brains, but couldn't figure out where Ling He could hide his knife.

In the morning that followed, he was restless in the psychological ups and downs like a broken thread, unable to calm down.

He recalled the relationship with Ling He since he was injured, thought of Qi Baoshan's decision to give up when he was in danger, and thought of the sad words that his godfather begged him to go back the day before yesterday... He also understood Qi Baoshan, his godfather , and is also very chivalrous in nature, with a heart for the city but definitely not so bad.There are some things that you can't blame the sky or the ground, but you can only blame your wealth and life, and you will only be 45 years old.

Mr. Ling, who was frying a small pot of medicine in the kitchen, was quiet and elegant. Every time he bowed his body, every time he stretched out his arms, every time he raised his eyelashes to peek implicitly from the steaming white mist, it was so moving... Yan Xiaodao’s heart The balance has indeed become irresistible, and the two poles are divided into winners and losers and weights.

Ling He cooked a bowl of medicine and handed it to him: "While it's hot."

Yan Xiaodao wrinkled his nose: "It's better to drink when it's cold!"

Ling He sneered: "Drinking a traditional Chinese medicine has troubled you, Mr. Yan? No, come, stop!"

"The two of us drink half?" Yan Xiaodao was ridiculed for being worthless. In order to ease the atmosphere, he pulled Linghe across the cheek, "I'm afraid your feet are not good, I think you are still a little lame."

Ling He pretended to turn his head around and pretend to be affectionate to accompany him to drink the medicine, but when he took the medicine bowl, he pinched his nose and forced the edge of the medicine bowl between his upper and lower lips.

Ling He pressed half of his body up, leaning his elbows to his chest. His condescending posture fully demonstrated his arrogance. Not a single drop of Chinese medicine was allowed to go to waste, so he pinched his nose and poured it down!Yan Xiaodao's throat rose and fell like rolling and crawling, swallowing quickly and embarrassingly, and finally the moment Ling He let go of his hand, he blushed and his neck was thick, and he coughed wildly while covering his heart.

Yan Xiaodao reflected on the accumulated time with Ling He, he had become accustomed to this poisonous intimacy and even enjoyed it.Others would never dare to ride on his head so blatantly, only Ling He dared, so he couldn't fall in love with others.

Ling He complained in his heart, Zhang Wenxi's prescription is worth 5 yuan for a sip of traditional Chinese medicine soup, and drinking a medicine is like drinking gold. Do you know how expensive this medicine is, Mr. Yan?

Little brother Su Zhe shook off the loneliness of being a single dog, and deliberately put two spoons in his breakfast porridge bowl.He took a sip from this spoon and said, "This is for me to drink", and then took another sip from the other spoon, muttering, "This is for my husband to feed me."

Mao Zhixiu was so teased by Su Zhe that she fell on the sofa and laughed loudly, scolding someone, "I add drama to myself all day long!"

"What are you laughing at? You didn't get a wife anyway!" Su Zhe picked up two spoons angrily, and angrily yelled at Master Ling and President Yan, "Should these two people pack up and move out? , don't be so obtrusive, leave the money and the villa to us!"

Mao Zhixiu pointed at the sky, and echoed Su Zhe impassionedly: "Yes! Mr. Ling, Mr. Yan, you two leave the money and the house, you can pack up and move away, move away!"

Yan Xiaodao has a very taut character, so he won't let a few young people fan the flames with a few words, and he will perform in public.With this matter in his heart, he had no choice but to speak to Ling He, only to see if Ling He would give him a chance.

Something was wrong with the two of them in the morning, their expressions were hesitant to speak, and the slightest disturbance could cause waves...

Just as Yan Xiaodao was about to open his mouth, Ling He returned to the kitchen with an empty medicine bowl, deliberately avoiding him.

Ling He came back from a stroll around the kitchen, and brought another bowl of porridge: "That's all for breakfast, is there any more, I'm too tired to make it today."

Yan Xiaodao quickly took it, gobbled it up, and drank up the bowl of porridge at a speed of applause, his gentle eyes were full of appeasement and flattery.He is not stupid, and he is very good at expressing his attitude.

With broken rice on his lips, Yan Xiaodao nodded: "That's right, you said before that you can't cook Chinese food?"

Ling He helped him wipe off the rice grains, and naturally licked his fingers clean: "I just learned the recipe."

The porridge cooked by Mr. Ling is much better than the ones sold in the early shops in the foreign goods market. The rice is soaked in advance, mixed with oil and seasonings, and boiled in a small casserole. Lean meat, shredded mustard and ginger.

Yan Xiaodaozhu pulled on his slippers and walked into the unfamiliar kitchen, which was full of hidden weapons like a labyrinth, and coughed: "Linghe, I think..."

Ling He flicked the towel on the stove: "I'm busy, so I went upstairs to check the monthly account book."

Yan Xiaodao: "..."

Ling He quietly hid again, just to stop Yan Xiaodao's mouth which was trying to talk seriously.

Yan Xiaodao stared at the flexible figure of this man who quickly flashed into the second floor, and with Mr. Ling's usual mental wisdom, he had already guessed what he wanted to say.

Near noon, the young cook who was in charge of the food for the whole family finally came out of the study reluctantly, and was once again exposed to Yan Xiaodao's persecution of firepower, almost being chased by Yan Xiaodao's eyes.

Ling He was cooking his three-course meal on a frying pan with his eyelashes downcast.Yan Xiaodao usually eats three courses at noon and five courses at night, and he has already forgotten what the packed lunches from the foreign goods market taste like.

Yan Xiaodao gently tapped the five fingers of his right hand on the marble table next to the stove. He had something on his mind, so he involuntarily put on the piano hand again, using rhythmic and repetitive sliding of his fingers to cover up his mood: "Linghe, I need to go home. You discuss."

Ling He was shaking a pot of tender beef, and his wrists paused sadly: "What are you going to do?"

Yan Xiaodao looked straight into Linghe's eyes, his gaze was straight and clear: "A lot of things have to come to an end, and the truth is about to come to light. I want to stay with my godfather in the end. I can't let him feel that my son has been raised for nothing. He was ungrateful and left everything to him in the end.”

Ling He raised his eyes abruptly, and asked in surprise: "Xiaodao, are you going to carry it for him?!"

"No." Yan Xiaodao said frankly, "This kind of thing is whoever it is. I can't bear any responsibility for him, and I'm not going to excuse him, but I can't hide from the things I should bear. Back then, when Grandpa Qi’s business was booming and he was earning a lot of money, how many people wanted to kowtow to worship him as his father, but I didn’t leave him at that time; now that he’s in trouble, I’m the first to run away, is that plausible?… ...I still hope to stay with my godfather, one day at a time, so as not to make him feel too cold."

Ling He hung the hand holding the pot all the time, froze in place with a stiff posture.

"No, you are not allowed to leave." The pot in Ling He's hand suddenly fell on the electric heating wire stove, and the bottom of the frying pan almost smashed the glass countertop, splashing pot ashes and debris: "I will never let you leave here .”

This smash shocked everyone, and the whole living room was completely silent.

Both Mao Zhixiu and Su Zhe were taken aback for a moment, but they didn't expect it.

Miss Mao suddenly realized that her thinking was naive and simple, and she couldn't keep up with the ideas and routines of those two masters.She actually thought that Yan Xiaodao was so restless this morning that he wanted to confess his love to Ling He because he had a beautiful and unbearable love for her Master Ling!

But no.

Not to confess, but to leave, to leave, to go back to Qi Baoshan?

"Ling He, don't make trouble." Yan Xiaodao was frank and calm, confidently explaining clearly in front of Ling He, "I just settled the matter with Captain Xue. I will come back, and I will not leave you."

I will not leave you.

Yan Xiaodao's words were clear and candid, intending to let all the crowd watching the excitement hear.Now is not the night when the two turned against each other at Linwan Wharf. They have spent so long together day and night, eaten so many meals, and their physical intimacy has grown further. Are there any doubts about their deep friendship?

Ling He used his angular eyes to reveal Yan Xiaodao's true expression: "You said you would not leave me, you are leaving now, and you will never come back after you leave!"

Yan Xiaodao frowned slightly: "I said I would come back, I keep my word. Have I lied to you? Did I leave without saying goodbye? If I want to leave, I will walk out through your front door!"

Ling He fell into uncontrollable anxiety in his heartache, which became clearer because of the haze of a night of nightmares.The ice floes under his feet moved, and the surroundings were dark and vast, and the land that was close to him suddenly slipped away from his fingertips.He almost rushed forward with strides, earnestly trying to wake up Xiaodao: "Xiaodao, I know too well the father-son relationship between you and your godfather. You want to come back naively, Qi Baoshan will let him go easily Have you left his palm? When the police come to investigate and arrest people in the future, won’t Qi Baoshan push you out to be implicated in the crime? If the knife is the murder weapon, and there are traces of you on it, you won’t be implicated by him If one day he wants to run out of the country, flee to the ends of the earth, and the police soldiers will press down on you and arrest you, chasing and intercepting you two to nowhere, then can you not block the guns for your godfather and block the eyes?!... Yan Xiaodao, you idiot, you will definitely block the gun for him!!"

Ling He hits the nail on the head, Yan Xiaodao, you will definitely be that stupid and unteachable victim of human favor, blocking the gun and killing your godfather.

The chests of the two almost collided, both of them had black eyebrows and white faces, and their faces were cold.

"Even if you deliberately cover up and keep your mouth shut, Captain Xue must have found Lord Qi. He deliberately made a detour to interrogate you and me. He simply visited on purpose last night and released information on purpose. Are you too stupid to see it!" Ling He said Analyzing Yan Xiaodao one by one, his thinking turned precisely and quickly, "Captain Xue has seen that you are suspected of conspiracy, he must be watching your route back to Linwan now, waiting for you to go back. As soon as you get there, the police will start arresting you very soon. At that time, you will not be able to wash away the suspicion of you knowingly and colluding with a conspiracy! You will not be able to show up again, and you can hide if you can. Send it to your door!"

Putting aside selfishness and your personal relationship, I am after all for your own good, Xiaodao, you are confused and you can't see clearly, when did I really hurt you? ...Ling He trembled with anger.

Yan Xiaodao was emotionally distressed, and said in a hoarse voice: "I ate your food for two months, and I ate his food for more than ten years. Can I just let it go like this? Linghe, return that knife Give it to me, or you let me go."

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Ling He wandered dejectedly for two steps, and the haze in his chest continued to expand in severe pain, as if about to collapse: "So you will eventually return to Qi Baoshan's side, godfather will always be more important than me."

Yan Xiaodao's complexion changed, it was not the case at all, some paranoia in Mr. Ling's character was unreasonable in this kind of matter.

Ling He seemed to be extremely depressed and sad. At that time, he felt that all his tenderness was wasted and he fed the puppies.

On a dark glacier, he was the only one left struggling on the ice floes, unable to cry out in the loneliness and dead silence.He will never be able to walk in the sun, because the beautiful person who is bathed in the clear sky of the world, the person he looks up to and loves infatuatedly, is not ready to spend the rest of his life with him.