Carved Bones of Rebirth

Yan Leng listened to the hands of the wall clock walking up and down, the frequency of his heart beating almost coincided with it, relying on crazily thinking about Cen Ge's appearance, recalling the bright brilliance in Cen Ge's eyes when he held the trophy, Come to ease this irresistible torment of living like a year.

Twenty-one thousand six hundred seconds have passed, that is to say, Yan Leng has stood facing the wall in a military posture for six hours, his whole body is already soaked, and the thin home clothes can't hide the sweat underneath. The silhouette, the straight ridge line outlines the perfect back curve, this body does not have explosive muscles, but it has the unique beauty of oriental people.

After six hours of military posture, Yan Leng still stood meticulously, his muscles tensed, his shoulders outstretched, his abdomen tightened and his legs tightened. Eyes staring at the wall and legs still trembling under full control, these are the children of the Yan family. They are familiar with rights and rules. No one will forget the rules that have been hammered into the bones by countless family laws since childhood.

Yan Leng remembered every rule of the Yan family, and also remembered all the consequences of breaking it. Even before doing this, he knew he was wrong.

But he has no regrets.

The six-hour military posture was just an appetizer given by my father, and the punishment was his knowingly committing the crime. The real punishment has not yet begun.

On this summer night in June, except for the cicadas’ calls outside the window and the sound of my own breathing, there was a piece of silence and peace. On such a night, I could probably have a sound dream.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps approaching and far outside the door became very distinct, and with Yan Leng's ear strength, he naturally didn't miss it.

Door opening.

Door closing sound.

The visitor stayed behind him for about ten seconds, then sat down on the sofa without making a sound.

As a result, the sound of breathing in this room became the sound of two people, one light and one heavy, but they were not as loud as Zhi Zhi's cry outside the window.

"Come here." The visitor finally spoke, but there was no sense of prohibition.

It was my father who came.

Yan Leng held his breath and tried to raise his legs, but fell heavily to the ground.

The pain, the pain like a needle prick, the pain was unbearable, and I could hardly help screaming.

Legs that had been strained for six hours and had not turned back were now avenging their masters for abandoning them.

A stern look flashed in Yan Leng's eyes, and he slowly sat up on his own, then hugged his legs and curled up together.

Those who have never experienced it will never be able to imagine what kind of pain it is. It is not a heart-piercing pain, but the limbs and bones are inserted and pulled out like thousands of steel needles, which cannot be relieved.

The only way to save him from the sea of ​​suffering is to sit on the ground and massage his legs vigorously. The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain.

But he still has something to worry about, not when he can sit here, sit in front of his father and treat himself to a spa, even though the spa is not very comfortable, and he is not stingy with another torture.

So Yan Leng directly bent his legs back, from sitting, to squatting, to standing up, to walking in front of Yan's father, for Yan's father, it was a short ten seconds, but for Yan Leng, it was a short time. It was a long and tormented decade.

No one forced him to do what he did, and he didn't drink too much. He was very sober, and he knew the consequences better than anyone else. Therefore, no matter how difficult the punishment was, he would never beg for mercy, let alone escape.

He admits.

The two people who were sitting and standing had already had a result when they looked at each other, but Father Yan still asked why.

During these six hours, Yan Leng wasn't the only one who didn't sleep, he didn't sleep either, because he still couldn't figure out why Yan Leng did this.His son, he knows, although he is a descendant of the Yan family and the Leng family, he has used his power to do many things, but he has never used his power to intimidate and lure these ordinary people. A person who relies on his power to do whatever he wants, so why did he do this this time?He couldn't figure it out.

Yan Leng was silent for a while, just like Yan's father spent the whole night and couldn't figure it out, he also spent the whole night but couldn't find a perfect reason for himself.

In fact, there is only one reason. He likes Cen Ge so much that he can do whatever it takes for a smile of his, and he can frankly fight against the Yan family's inviolable rules.

In the end, Yan Leng still didn't say anything, just took off his shirt, went back to the wall just now, and braced himself.

For a moment, Yan's father's expression became a little darker, with a hint of probing.

He understands the meaning conveyed by Yan Leng's actions. I accept the punishment, and I can hit hard, but don't ask the reason, I won't say it, or you can say yes, you can force me to speak, but I won't say it.

In fact, Father Yan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It wasn't the worst situation. His son was still the same, not crooked. There was a reason for doing this, but the reason couldn't be said. It was better than him using his power to bully others. Well, although the fact seems to be the case, it's just that there are hidden secrets that he can't know.But what secrets can't be told to him?You must suffer this beating, this stupid son.However, his son has grown up and has his own secret, which made Father Yan feel a little bit emotional.

Father Yan still doesn't know that the unspeakable secret of his stupid son is that he fell in love with a man, and he came here to suffer this beating because of him. Beat to death.

In the Yan family, bullying is not a light crime, and bullying without reason is even more serious. Even if Yan Leng has a reason, but if he doesn't say it, it can only be treated as no reason, although it won't hurt. bones, but the skin and flesh are still unavoidable.

Sure enough, Yan Leng only heard Yan's father say, "Forty lashes, one more class for crime, two wounds."

Originally, there were forty lashes for bullying others, but he bullied others for no reason, so the crime was increased, and there was an additional restriction. These forty lashes only allow two wounds, which is even more difficult.

Father Yan took out a whip from the drawer, and carefully wiped the top and bottom of the whip that had not been used for a long time with a cotton cloth, but when it came time to do it, Father Yan hesitated.

There is only a little flesh on the back, what should I do if it breaks, and look at Yan Leng, who has braced up early, because he is propped on the wall, so the shoulder blades become particularly prominent. This posture, I am afraid that it will not take a few whips to hurt the bones .

So Father Yan looked his stupid son up and down, and his gaze finally froze in one place.

"Take off your pants." Father Yan commanded complacently, completely unaware of the feeling of being struck by lightning in the client's heart.

Take off, take off your pants? ! !

"No, no need, you can hit whatever you want..." Yan Leng suddenly lost his momentum, and for the first time had the idea of ​​asking for forgiveness when he was punished.

He is really not afraid of beatings, he has endured this kind of beating a lot, besides, it is not a heavy whip, it is just a torture whip, he can bear it, your lord has a lot of it, so hurry up and take off your trousers or something.

However, Young Master Yan underestimated Master Yan's persistence, and in the end, he pulled down his pants with the momentum of generous death.

No matter how weird the previous situation was, the real punishment is merciless, especially for a person who has stood in a military posture for six hours, forty lashes and two wounds, that is, Yan Leng, can still I endured it without saying a word, neither dizzy nor making a sound.It's just that he who was propped up on the wall at No. 20, his hand softened, was smashed and lay on the wall, and then he stubbornly supported it. When he reached No. 30 seven whips, one of them failed to stabilize, and was again beaten. Throwing on the wall, and under Yan's father's deliberation, Yan Leng just lay on the wall and received four whips.

Forty lashes, let's forget about it, it's worth it.

Yan Leng slightly closed his eyes, leaned sideways against the wall, and took a few breaths. This night, he was also tortured hard, and there was no pain in any part of his body.

Father Yan sent Yan Leng back to his room, treated his wounds, looked at Yan Leng who was asleep, touched his forehead, he didn't have a fever, sighed slightly, and went back to the bedroom.

But after Yan's father left, Yan Leng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the time. It was almost six o'clock.Cen Ge drank some wine yesterday and didn't go to bed early, so he probably hasn't woken up yet.Yan Leng pricked up his ears again, listened carefully to the movement in the outer room, and finally heaved a sigh of relief after making sure that Cen Ge was still awake.

Yan Leng stretched out his hand and lightly touched the wound behind him. He probably knew what it would be like, but he was worried. He got out of bed slowly, stood with his back to the mirror, turned his head and looked back, but suddenly the wound was touched, and the pain He made a "hiss".

Dad's way of dealing with wounds is quite sophisticated. He had nothing to worry about at first, but he was still afraid of being exposed. After all, this injury was different from the past, so he had to hide it from Cen Ge, otherwise once Cen Ge knew about his award, ball The team's ability to enter the finals was all controlled by him. He couldn't imagine it, so he had to hide it.

Carefully half kneeling, Yan Leng took out the bandages from the cabinet, then faced the mirror, wrapped the wound tightly round and round, making it airtight.

After this action, Yan Liang broke out in a cold sweat again. He wiped his body with a wet towel, then changed into a set of dark home clothes, and tried to take two steps in front of the mirror in a normal posture. It's still a little awkward, but it shouldn't be obvious if you don't look carefully.

After Yan Leng decided to try his best to stay still all day today, he finally climbed into bed and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Unlike Yan Leng's imagination, Cen Ge did not sleep peacefully, because he had an illusory but real dream.

In the dream, Yan Leng was no longer the Yan Leng he was familiar with, but more like a lunatic who had lost his mind.The strange thing is that he also existed in his dream, but he was even more miserable than that night on the New Year's Eve, skinny and bony, and his loose clothes made his bones protrude piece by piece, showing a The word "big" was tightly tied to the bed.

Cen Ge looked at "myself" staring blankly at the ceiling, like a pool of stagnant water, he couldn't hear what Yan Leng said next to him, but he felt that he felt the same way, his heart was full of despair and sadness, almost suffocating in pain.

That Yan Leng who jumped up and pressed on him made him feel strange, but he was also a little familiar. He didn't know why Yan Leng became like this, why he treated him like this, Cen Ge couldn't hold so much sadness in his heart. It overflowed and flowed into tears, but he couldn't escape the dream that made him despair.