The flowers on the Moshang slowly return

8.

Wen Ziqian stayed at the door.

The private room was filled with smoke and the lights were dazzling. There were more than a dozen people lying on the sofa in twos and threes. There were men and women, young and old.

With just a casual glance, I was able to see Wen Ziyi lying on the sofa at a glance in the dimly lit room.

Wen Ziyi was half lying on the sofa, holding a transparent smoking pot in his hand, and a beautiful chick next to him was holding a delicate small oil lamp in his hand. The orange flame heated the bottom of the smoking pot, and the mouth of the smoking pot continued to bleed. A puff of white smoke came out.

Wen Ziyi closed his eyes, enjoying the white cigarette.

At that moment, Wen Ziqian immediately understood what was going on, and his brain reminded himself: Don't meddle in other people's business, leave quickly, and let him be depraved.This scumbag Wen Ziyi deserved it. He was infected with this disease at the age of 17. I think he still has a few years to live. If Pan Qin finds out, it will be a great joy.

However, when he realized it, he had already kicked the door open, and the people on the sofa were startled to sit up by the violent noise. Wen Ziyi opened his eyes and saw him, and was so frightened that he threw out the cigarette bottle in his hand, and sat on the spot with him. Wide-eyed and small-eyed.

He walked over and slapped Wen Ziyi on the face, cursing: "You don't want to live anymore? How dare you touch this thing? Come back with me and see if Dad doesn't break your leg."

Wen Ziyi, who was usually domineering and domineering, was frightened and trembling uncontrollably. He didn't expect to be caught by Wen Ziqian, and a sense of despair suddenly rose in his heart. Thinking of his father's whip, his back felt pain.

He was violently dragged out by Wen Ziqian, and he was bewildered, he could only look back at a man with a cigarette for help.

The man was about 27 or eight years old, with slender eyes, a hooked nose, and mean lips. He looked good, but his face was full of hostility.

"Brother Du...help me..." Wen Ziyi struggled.

Du Fei opened his arms, blocked the way to leave, looked at Wen Ziqian, his eyes flashed with surprise, he just felt that he had been in the society for so long, and he had never seen such a good-looking boy.

"Where are you taking my brother? Is this a place where you can come and go whenever you want?" Du Fei sneered with a cigarette in his mouth.

Wen Ziqian frowned, stared back fiercely, and said, "Your brother? What kind of brother are you? I'm his brother. Do you want me to take care of my family affairs? Get out!"

When Du Fei heard this, he couldn't help but look at him twice more. Is this Wen Yuanhang's eldest son?The elder brother of the first student that Wen Ziyi often cursed?I've heard the name before, but I really didn't expect it to be so beautiful and delicious.

He licked his lips, as if seeing a piece of fat, he wished he could eat it in one bite.

Wen Ziqian pushed away the obstructive person in front of him, Wen Ziyi struggled non-stop, he turned around and slapped him several times, Wen Ziyi became dizzy and lost his head.

The momentum was overwhelming, and everyone in the room was stunned, watching Wen Ziyi being dragged out like a dead dog.

Wen Ziyi seemed to be rushing to the execution ground, and on the way home he was terrified.When he reached the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly put his arms around Wen Ziqian's arm, and begged, "Brother, brother, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please don't tell my parents, if my father finds out, he will beat me to death." of."

"You have completely forgotten what Dad warned us when we were young." He shook off Wen Er's hand, and said with a sneer, "I knew this before, so why bother? There's no way I wouldn't tell Dad about today's matter!" After finishing speaking He walked home without turning his head.

When Wen Yuanhang was young, he was an out-and-out black second generation. When he followed Mr. Wen into the world, he made a lot of black-hearted money.But he never touched it, because he had seen countless people die tragically, so he swore never to touch drugs.

Wen Ziyi knew that his father hated drug addicts the most, and he almost saw his end. His father beat him to pieces with the whip hanging in the bedroom.

He shivered, watched Wen Da's back disappearing at the door, and ran after him.

He grabbed Wen Da's wrist at the top of the stairs. It was getting late and everyone in the family was asleep. He suddenly knelt on the ground and hugged Wen Ziqian's right leg, and said in a low voice, "Let me go!" , I... I can protect you from being driven away... I will give you all the shares that should be yours... I will give you 5.00% of my shares in the future, how about it?"

Wen Ziqian hated iron for being weak, kicked him to the ground, and said contemptuously: "Instead of asking for those stinky money, I would rather see you beaten to death."

Wen Ziyi saw that he didn't eat oil and salt, stood up angrily, and rushed to beat him.The two pushed and shoved and knocked down the huge blue and white porcelain vase.

The cracking sound was extremely ear-piercing in the silent night, Wen Yuanhang's voice could be heard vaguely, Wen Ziqian sneered: "This time you are dead, let me see how you will show off your power in the future."

He turned around and walked towards Wen Yuanhang's bedroom, when suddenly a huge force behind him grabbed him, and he heard Wen Ziyi's vicious voice next to his ear: "Go to hell!" Then his body was pushed hard , a huge force pulled him to the stairs and fell on his back.

Time seemed to slow down, he felt himself staggering back a few steps very slowly, stepped on the air, his body lost his balance, and his legs left the ground.

He watched the things in front of him tilt slowly. He wanted to grab a handful of life-saving straws, and he clawed in the air with both hands. In the distance, the faces of Wen Yuanhang and Pan Qin appeared. Two distorted faces opened their mouths and screamed. He heard Pan Qin screamed, only to find that he dragged Wen Ziyi into the air, and the two of them fell backwards at the same time.

He didn't know how much he hated Wen Ziyi in his heart, but at the moment of life and death, he subconsciously held Wen Ziyi's hand into his arms, then his body fell sharply, and he fell to the ground with a sound. He cut off his chest.

Then the two rolled down, he opened his hand reflexively to catch Wen Ziyi, Wen Ziyi's body hit his right arm, he heard two clear sounds of bones breaking, then his eyes went dark, pain He passed out.

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Qin Cang slept until the sun was high, opened his eyes and looked at the coquettish soft clothes in a daze, sat up and wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, his head was a mess.

why am i hereWhat happened?Yesterday... Bartending, drinking, seems to be too much... By the way, Wen Ziqian seems to have come and brought me here, and then... and then...

Poof...cough cough cough...

Qin Cang was almost choked to death by his own saliva, his heart stopped beating in an instant of fright, and a terrible scene suddenly flashed in his mind, he... seemed to... kiss Wen Ziqian.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa no!!!!!!!"

The manager Lin Feng pushed the door open, took a set of clean clothes, and said, "Brother Qin, why are you so excited this morning? It seems that you slept well last night."

"Which eye of yours looks excited at me?" Qin Cang's face twitched and he fell back on the sofa and kicked his legs: "I'm dead! I'm dead! I'm dead!"

Lin Feng got used to his unruly appearance, put down his clothes and walked away with a smile.

Qin Cang took a shower and changed his clothes, and he hesitated to leave in the clubhouse. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not the case to hide this matter.

He performed smartly in the toilet, looked at the people in the mirror, and practiced dressing stupidly.

"What? Kiss you? Impossible? I'm too drunk to remember."

He practiced it again and again, and felt that the expression and tone were impeccable, so he was satisfied with the job and was going to explain to Wen Ziqian.

He dressed up specially, wore a stylish motorcycle jacket, and drove his motorcycle "boom" to Wen Ziyi's house, but was turned away.

The gate of the courtyard was locked, the servants at home were missing, and the housekeeper Zhang Shun was not there.

He stared blankly at the iron gate, not knowing what to do for a while, so he sat on the motorcycle and waited.

After waiting for half an hour, I was really uneasy, so I called Wen Ziqian a few times, but the phone was turned off.

He took out the phone only to find that it was set to mute, and there were more than [-] missed calls, all of which were from Qin Ming.Damn, Lord Qin will definitely clean him up this time.His scalp was numb, and he cursed inwardly: One wave of ups and downs, another wave of ups and downs, foster father is in a hurry to find me, there must be nothing good.

As soon as he dialed the phone, he heard Qin Ming's anxious voice on the other end: "Damn boy, where are you? Why didn't you answer the phone? Something happened to the Wen family, come to the provincial hospital to help."

Along the way, Qin Cang's heart was in a mess, and Qin Ming's words echoed in his head: something happened to the Wen family?What happened?Who in the Wen family is sick?Are you seriously ill?It shouldn't be Ziqian, we were still together last night, he is still fine, and still has the strength to hit me...

The motorcycle was moving forward at high speed, and the light and shadow flashed across the helmet. Qin Cang was full of thoughts along the way. He thought, as long as Wen Ziqian was not involved, what else would others have to do with him?

He rushed to the hospital, and as soon as he turned into the corridor of the VIP ward, he heard heart-piercing cries in the distance, making his heart beat wildly in fright.

He hurried to the ward, the three floors inside and outside the room were full of people, all familiar people, relatives and friends from Wen's family and Pan's family were crowded in the ward, and everyone was downcast and wiping tears.

He was terrified, shivered a few times, and pushed away the crowd.

Wen Ziyi's pale and bluish face was lifeless, his tracheotomy was plugged with a ventilator tube, his limbs were receiving drips, his whole body was swollen, and his appearance was somewhat deformed.

Pan Qin threw herself on him and cried heartbreakingly, Wen Yuanhang stood aside and shed tears, Pan Qin's brother Pan Fang hugged Wen Zixuan who was crying bitterly, and wept with his head bowed.

Qin Ming shook his head with red eyes, and talked to the doctor for a while. The doctor also shook his head, expressing that he had tried his best.

The nurse began to remove the equipment from Wen Ziyi's body. Pan Qin jumped up like crazy and grabbed the doctor's white coat and shouted, "Hurry up and save him, he's still alive, hurry up and save him, we'll give you whatever money you have."

The doctor shook his head and said, "Sorry, the patient is suffering from respiratory failure. We did our best."

Pan Qin pushed away the extubating nurse and overturned the bedside rescue cart. The medicines and instruments inside fell to the ground, and the metal cart hit the ground with a loud bang, and Pan Qin screamed and fell unconscious.

The people in the room were in a hurry and chaos.

Qin Cang hurried to Qin Ming's side, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Qin Ming dragged him to the door, stayed up all night, his eyes were bloodshot, and said, "Why did you come?"

Qin Cang was very anxious, and said, "Where is Ziqian? Why didn't you see Wen Ziqian!"

Qin Ming's eyes revealed grief, Qin Cang fell into an ice cellar, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart. He asked again in a trembling voice, "Where is Ziqian? Why didn't you see Wen Ziqian..."

Qin Ming patted him on the shoulder and said, "Ah Cang, no matter what, you have to be strong. Ziqian was seriously injured... I don't know the exact situation. I only heard that the two brothers fell down the stairs last night. , Wen Ziyi broke his neck and spent a whole night trying to save him, just now...hey..."

Qin Cang watched his adoptive father's lips opening and closing. He didn't even dare to ask about Ziqian's condition, but waited desperately for the cruel sentence.

Qin Ming sighed, pointed to the ward not far away, and said, "Ziqian is there. He had an operation last night. He broke two ribs, punctured his internal organs, and he was bleeding heavily..."

Qin Cang's heart was broken.

"The comminuted fracture of the right hand, the worst is the fracture of the thoracic spine, the doctor said...the doctor said the situation is not good...the specifics need to wait for the patient to wake up..." Qin Ming calmed down, and said: "Ah Cang, I am afraid that Pan The people in the family became emotional and hurt the child. You and Ziqian are good brothers, I will give you Ziqian's TOEFL, you must protect him."

Qin Cang's heart was broken, his legs were weak, and he was almost unable to support his body, so he slowly moved into the ward while leaning on the wall.

Who is lying on the bed?So pale, with no trace of popularity.The oxygen mask almost covered half of his face, and he thought to himself: How could this be Ziqian?We were still together yesterday, he was obviously still talking and laughing, why did he become like this in a blink of an eye?

Wen Ziqian had just had the operation, and he was lying on his side on the bed with a plaster cast on his right arm, which was suspended in the air to avoid pressing the injured lung.A bandage was wrapped around his chest, and the chest drainage tube was pulled out from the quilt, and blood slowly dripped into the drainage bag.His body was full of tubes, and the rise and fall of his chest could hardly be seen through the quilt. His breathing was so weak that people had the illusion that the person lying on the bed had no signs of life.

The scene in the room stung Qin Cang's eyes, he gritted his teeth so as not to moan//groan.He felt the biting cold, from the inside to the outside, and the tips of his stretched fingers were numb. He wanted to touch the pale cheek on the bed, but shrank back timidly, he was afraid of touching a body that was so cold and stiff.

At that moment, he thought in his heart: If Wen Ziqian died, he would not be able to live anymore.