The Shadow of the Wind

Although his face was expressionless, his eyes were still full of shock.

The father and son looked at each other, making Zuoqiujie a little at a loss, and asked after a while, "Is Yanyan injured?"

Zuoqiu Yan shook his head, then frowned, and asked, "Dad, what's wrong with you."

"What's wrong?"

"Not at all like you."

Zuoqiu Jie paused: "What?"

"The Ministry of National Defense recently sent information that Yu Lei's method has been reformed to be thermally sensitive. How can you not remember?"

Zuo Qiujie's mind was suddenly blank, he never remembered having this document.

Seeing him like this, Zuoqiu Yan became more puzzled: "It's the document sent on the morning of December 12th."

As soon as he finished saying this, he also stopped - he remembered clearly what happened on December 12th.The shootout at the 4 steel factory that day, Yiqing's strange behavior afterwards, and Zuoqiujie's seemingly ordinary but unusual actions in the Metropolitan Police Department.These things intertwine to piece together the most likely answer.

Everyone in the police station on the other side of the corridor turned pale when they heard the explosion. After the impact stabilized, they ran over to check what happened. They saw Zuo Qiujie and Zuo Qiuyan lying on the ground outside the door. None were injured.

"Director, Xiao Zuo, are you okay!" Ren Guisan came up nervously.

"It's okay," Zuo Qiujie calmed down, "It's indeed Yu Lei."

"Fuck, this thing is so annoying." Wang Jingnan yelled, and then ran in with the people in the search class to investigate.

Zuo Qiuyan stood up slowly supporting the ground, and at the same time, a burst of noise came to his ears, and a burst of messy footsteps and arguments approached.

"Gu, ah no, Mr. Chu, don't do this, it's too dangerous!"

"Stop off!!"

"Xiao Yang, what are you doing?! Don't go up casually!"

I saw Chu Xi running up stumblingly, and the man who climbed up to the sixth floor in one breath was covered in sweat. When he saw Zuo Qiuyan standing there intact, he ran over and hugged Zuo Qiuyan in disbelief.

"I'm fine." Zuo Qiuyan showed a warm smile and hugged him tightly.

"Fuck, you scared me to death..." Chu Xi hugged Zuo Qiuyan tightly and muttered indistinctly, "It's really not a human thing... If you If I get hurt, I won't forgive myself..."

Zuo Qiuyan paused when he heard these words, stroked the man's chestnut hair, and hugged him even tighter without saying a word.

"Father!" Zuoqiu Yang stepped forward and carefully hugged Zuoqiujie who was on the ground, and looked at him nervously - the moment he saw the explosion, he felt his mind go blank, as if his soul had come out of his shell, and his whole body was stiff To the extreme, the feeling of the heart beating like thunder is still clearly audible now,

Zuo Qiujie patted his face to signal him to put himself down and said, "Father is fine."

Zuoqiu Yang put him down, watched Zuoqiu Jie stand up slowly, and his heart slowly returned to normal, "It's too dangerous, how could there be an explosion?"

"Yu Lei."

Zuoqiu Yang was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he said: "Shouldn't that be the person from the search class, why did you..."

"Dad is more experienced."

Zuoqiu Yang frowned in disbelief: "Then why did Yanyan go in?"

When Chu Xi heard this, he also looked at Zuo Qiuyan in doubt, his eyes moved back and forth between him and Zuo Qiujie, showing a searching look.

"I was worried about Dad, so I followed him in." Zuo Qiuyan said calmly.

Just as he was about to ask further questions, there was an immediate movement from the search section, and the father and son rushed over immediately.Zuo Qiuyang looked thoughtfully at the direction the two were walking away, and then turned to Chu Xi, only to find that the other party had the same doubts on his face.

The father and son rushed to the warehouse that had been bombed beyond recognition, and saw Ren Guisan holding a black fragment with tweezers, which was the remnant of Yu Lei's setup.

"In view of the activities of the mafia a while ago, it is not ruled out that they were responsible for the explosion." Zuo Qiujie looked at the wreckage and said.

"Director, I remember that there are differences in the composition of chemical elements between the Yu Lei circulating in the country and the Yu Lei in Russia." Ren Guisan suddenly brightened his eyes and said, "Just hand it over to the Laboratory Department for testing to know gone."

Zuo Qiujie paused, and an ominous premonition came over him. He was about to say something before Cheng Ao said, "Yes, and then send someone to check whether there is any trade in Yu Lei in the border black market."

"Leave this to me," Wang Jingnan patted his chest, "It happens that I am also in charge of border drug trade investigation recently, so we can kill two birds with one stone."

Zuo Qiujie saw that everyone quickly reached an agreement, and swallowed all the words he wanted to say.

The next day.

Chu Cheng's face was terribly gloomy. He watched the rebroadcast of the explosion on TV, then called up Zuo Qiujie's speech to the citizens, and finally flipped through the materials sent by Huang Taoyue repeatedly, rubbing the space between his brows with some headaches. .

He took out the jade that he had always carried with him, the clear luster was antique, exuding a rich fragrance. .

Jade is like a bloodline, connecting him and that man, and the fiery blood can still be felt in the palm of his hand. It is this sinful blood connection that makes his heart feel confused at this moment, and he is in a dilemma.

Forcibly suppressing the strange scruples in his heart, Chu Cheng dialed the phone: "Ming Hua, how is the check on the file I gave you?"

"NC studio is just a shell."

"Who is the registrant?"

"There are two people using false names. After investigation, one of them is called Wei Lingyu, and the other..." Ming Hua paused, as if hesitating.

"Tell me." Chu Cheng sighed silently, and guessed it in his heart.

"The other person was named Gu Yiqing when he registered, and his current name is Chu Xi."

Chu Cheng only felt dizzy for a while. He returned to the company, entered the business world, and entered the financial world. Being in touch with him as a businessman can indeed quickly reduce the defenses of Tu Zhang and Gu Yiqing, which also makes it easier for him to use commercial means or even Use the commercial power of the Chu Group to find out these evidences, and these methods, which are on the verge of law, were not available to him as a prosecutor before.

He smiled bitterly: "Type out the evidence and give me a copy."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Cheng knew that the entanglement he had imagined had unexpectedly become a reality, like a huge crack emerging from the flat ground in front of him, and the break was an annoying fork in the road——in those who were not sick The so-called choice in the mouth of many poets appeared—many people used to despise such a situation so much, but once it happened to them, they lost their usual rationality in panic.

Clenching his hands so tightly that he wanted to crush Yu Jue, Chu Cheng suddenly had the urge to smash this thing into pieces, but he couldn't do it for a long time.He put Yujue back in his pocket, opened the door and planned to go to the back garden to relax.

Walking out from the end of the European-style corridor, you will be greeted by a garden covered with snow.

"The third snowfall in Jingzhou."

The relaxed and cheerful voice gave him a pause in his heart, he turned his head a little stiffly, and saw Chu Xi leisurely leaning on the rosewood fence.Snowflakes fell on his dark green leather jacket, and then slid down and fell on the fence, like silver-white roses in full bloom, filling the courtyard.

"You don't go to work?" Chu Cheng asked.

"Just came back." Chu Xi shrugged and smiled indifferently: "Are you here for a walk?"

"Almost." For some reason, Chu Cheng subconsciously avoided the other party's gaze, but felt that it was very strange at the moment - he was clearly on the righteous side with the evidence, and he had such a mentality when facing this undoubted criminal suspect.

Perhaps it was because this person was his cousin, and this kind of embarrassment of kinship was the first time he met, Chu Cheng quickly adjusted and said, "You were at the explosion site that day?"

"Oh, I happened to pass by with A Yan." Chu Xi raised his eyebrows, "It's really strange why I didn't see Chengzi come to join in the fun that day." Lustful with evil taste, "Hehe~ I can't see that Doctor Xiaobai can tie Chengzi to death, even on the bed."

Chu Cheng didn't bother to pay attention, and quietly watched the snow that was falling more and more.

"Oh, by the way, the contract you showed me last time is fine, I will sign it when I return to the company tomorrow, we have a happy cooperation~"

"Well, remember to bring your studio's financial statement and company qualification certificate."

"Hey, you still don't trust me, you want to check the accounts?" Chu Xi smiled playfully.

"It's just a formality and a stamp, I don't bother to look at those things." Chu Cheng's expression was a little tired.

"I know, it's snowing heavily, Chengzi, don't take a walk, go back?" Chu Xi laughed enough, hooked his hand directly around Chu Cheng's neck, and asked with a smile.

"Ah."

As soon as the two walked in, they saw Chu Ning. The man looked at the intimate appearance of the two cousins ​​in a daze, with deep nostalgia in his eyes, and he stood there blankly.

"dad?"

"Uncle?"

Chu Ning recovered and laughed: "Where are you going for a walk?"

"It's snowing, come in."

"Okay, it's time for dinner." Chu Ning looked at them, and couldn't help but say something more: "Seeing you, reminds me of my brother and I when we were young..." He suddenly stopped talking, couldn't help but I was stunned, and my thoughts were a little vague.

That period of youth back then is imprinted in my mind like a sculpture and can never be erased, turning into a sorrow that cannot be changed in this life.

Seeing his uncle's demeanor, Chu Cheng couldn't help but feel stagnant - what should he do.

Seeing that Chu Ning was at a loss, Chu Xi tentatively said, "Dad..."

"Xi'er, go eat quickly." Chu Ning said quietly, her voice seemed not to be her own, "Where's Xiao Zuo?"

"He might not come back for extra training today, let's go first." As he said that, Chu Xi stepped forward and grabbed the man's arm with one hand, while still holding Chu Cheng with the other, he walked towards the dining room.

Chu Ning was taken aback for a moment, then his smile deepened, his brows stretched, and he lovingly took Chu Xi's hand and walked forward, not at all like the confusion and sinking abroad in the past few years.

They walked into the dining room, and the whole family sat there, smiling and looking at the three of them, having fun.

"In the past, the two brothers crashed into a car when they met for the first time. It was really unnerving." Chu You said half-jokingly.

"Yeah, brother, you will be bloody when you meet." Chu Jing also stepped in.

"Xiao Su has been in a coma for a few days!" Song Yanchu smiled.

"If you don't fight, you don't know each other. If you don't bump into each other, you don't know each other. Master Chengzi has a lot, so let me go." Chu Xi hooked Chu Cheng's shoulder, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Chengzi, I owe you that."

After finishing speaking, the whole family burst into laughter, filling the restaurant.

Chu Cheng fixedly watched this scene, remembering the deep conversation between his father and himself last night, the originally chaotic thoughts seemed to be ignited in an instant, radiating out like fireworks, and then finally turned into calm in the flickering strong light, as if never before occur.

That feeling of warmth that one would not give up, envelops him firmly like the sun at this moment, and the similarity between the blood seems to have been predestined several years ago.

after dinner.

Chu Cheng's mood became more and more depressed, and Song Yanchu was also inconvenient to be disturbed at work. He wandered aimlessly in this huge house by himself, and all kinds of things were like flooding him, such as blood relationship, justice, and more importantly. It was still his beginning.

By coincidence, he passed by Chu Ning's room. The door was not closed. A slender but slightly vicissitudes figure stood in front of a painting. Chu Ning turned his head slightly and saw Chu Cheng standing hesitantly at the door.

"Cheng'er, come in."

"En." Chu Cheng concealed all his emotions, and walked steadily into this room he had never entered before.

"I'm afraid Cheng'er has never met my uncle." Chu Ning smiled tenderly.

"En." Chu Cheng nodded.

"This is my ex-wife, Zuo Qiuyue." Chu Ning shifted his gaze to the oil painting, with a thousand emotions in his eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate the painting and pass it on to someone.

Chu Cheng remained silent, just quietly looking at the painting, almost lost in thought.

"Fortunately, I found Xi'er, he is now the reason for my life."

As soon as these words came out, Chu Cheng frowned slightly, and sighed silently.

"I know that Xi'er is sometimes rebellious, but you are very good, I hope you can help him." Chu Ning's eyes were sincere, with deep worry as a father for his son.

Hearing this, Chu Cheng couldn't help but wry smile, help, how can he help?

At this time, a maid came to the door: "Second Young Master, Young Master Song is looking for you everywhere."

"Well, let him go back to his room first." Chu Cheng replied.

"Yes."

"Cheng'er, go back, don't make Yan Chu worry, and cherish the person in front of you." Chu Ning patted Chu Cheng's shoulder, and his heartfelt words were full of unknown sadness.

"Well, uncle, let's rest too." Chu Cheng nodded slightly and left.

****

As soon as Chu Cheng entered the door, he saw Song Yanchu walking towards him holding a bowl of fruit salad. Seeing that gentle smile, most of the boredom in his heart disappeared.

"Ah——" Song Yanchu forked an apple and brought it to Chu Cheng's lips, with a soft smile that was inherently comforting.

Chu Cheng ate the fruit Song Yanchu fed in one gulp, and took the little guy into his arms, and the two of them half-lyed comfortably on the soft velvet couch.

"Is Xiao Su unhappy recently?"

"Ok?"

"I hope Xiao Su won't hide anything from me." Song Yanchu's bright eyes looked straight at Chu Cheng, and the innocent eyes made Chu Cheng feel as if he wanted to run away.

"Chu Xi." Chu Cheng only said these two words.

"Cousin...is he really a bad guy?" Song Yanchu asked in disbelief.

"It doesn't matter whether it's a bad person or a good person. It can only be said that he did something he shouldn't do."

"Then Xiaosu wants..." Song Yanchu looked at Chu Cheng's face that was obviously struggling, and asked hesitantly, "Are you going to arrest my cousin and take him to prison?"

Chu Cheng frowned, and hugged Song Yanchu tightly, without saying a word.

"No matter what, I believe in Xiao Su, and I also support Xiao Su." Song Yanchu's eyes were piercing, starry eyes looking at Chu Cheng. Although he didn't understand these complicated grievances, he knew that he loved this man named Chu Cheng. The man who is committed, believes in him very much.

"it is good."

"I hope Xiao Su can be happier." Song Yanchu still liked to push the corner of Chu Cheng's mouth with his slender fingers, making him smile, "The first time I saw Xiao Su, I wanted Xiao Su to smile."

Chu Cheng was a little unnatural, and twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

"It's not like that. It's strange to laugh like this." Song Yanchu shook his head, pointing like a teacher.

"Will you hate me one day?" Chu Cheng's face suddenly darkened.

"No, I said I will support Xiao Su in whatever he does." Song Yanchu said firmly.

"Thank you." Chu Cheng lowered his eyes and hugged the man in his arms tightly.

☆、Chapter 38

The curtains in the study room were not drawn, and the evening sunlight streamed in through the gaps, imprinting some bright colors on the sandalwood floor.Such an elegant scene has lasted in this house for an unknown number of years.

The Zuoqiu family's proud study room is lined with rows of tall bookshelves, with all kinds of books placed layer by layer. It is a precious collection of books handed down by the family. There are also exquisite wooden boards embedded in the bookshelves to mark the classification. Layer by layer, the vastness is endless.

Walking along the study room gradually, you can see the spacious and large desk.Since there are no other books at this time, the light from the desktop screen is particularly abrupt.

The young fingers jumped on the keyboard quickly, deciphered one program after another, and successfully entered the secret field.He looked through the remote control records of a specific date, and repeatedly identified the source through the IP address of the other party.

After pressing the last button, opening the last complicated page, and reading the last code, the only truth comes out naturally.

With his fingers resting on the keyboard, Zuo Qiuyan closed his eyes heavily, many scenes flashed through his mind one by one, and countless questions rushed out.Infinite causes have infinite consequences, he tried to pick up the most decent one among the dense possibilities, tangled and hesitant.

The sound of footsteps forced him to open his eyes, and calmly watched the figure on the other side of the bookshelf gradually walk into him, with a familiar outline, the same familiar blood, and those eyes were as dark and wild as his own.

The man's face was stiff, and he called him unnaturally: "Yanyan, what are you doing?"

"Check the remote monitoring on December 12th."

Hearing his frank answer, Zuo Qiujie understood that he already knew everything, his son was no less sharp and decisive than himself, and he had already surpassed him without knowing when.

While making him proud, it also made him afraid.

Zuo Qiuyan got up slowly from the chair, and walked towards Zuo Qiujie step by step from the other side of the bookshelf: "December 12th, Dad didn't go to the Police Department, but went to the 4 Steel Factory." After a pause, his eyes suddenly darkened. Come down: "I went with Yiqing."

"What else does Yanyan know?"

"Father was personally responsible for the Stalker shooting, and Xuncheng is also your governor. All the most likely clues have been cut off by you." Zuo Qiuyan took another step, and the father and son stood between the tall bookshelves, only one foot away. From far away, you can see every bit of expression on both sides.

Zuo Qiujie raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the young man oppressing like a leopard in front of him with some shrinkage: "Did you start to doubt it from the night of the explosion?"

"No, it started a few months ago." Zuoqiu Yan said indifferently, "For those four unsolved murder cases, you dispersed the investigators of the Metropolitan Police Department one by one. After the 468 steel factory shootout, you It was very abnormal for Team Fu to focus on dredging the line without doing too much investigation. It was not until the day of the explosion that I found out that you had not read the December 12 document.”

"Old Ghost Li's death was also caused by you, allowing Ten to sneak into the Fourth Detention Center. Old Ghost Li's last words not only revealed the identity of the killer, but also reminded me of the existence of black police."

"I have been deciphering my father's program since a month ago. The password is relatively complicated, and I had to spend a month to forcibly break it." Zuo Qiuyan looked at his father with a bitter smile that he had never seen before. The dearest man: "The truth is not what I want, but it is also the most reasonable."

The breath was condensed in the stiff air and could not move, Zuo Qiujie felt like he was going to melt into it at this moment.He stared blankly at the front like a statue—being exposed by his own son, the ugliest side of being a father was exposed, and he was ashamed to say a word.

"Father, I want to ask you now why Yiqing was involved." Having said that, Zuoqiuyan's expression became gloomy, adding a bit of chilling gloomyness to his cold face: "What he suffered that day The injury cannot be caused only by the explosion."

"He..." Zuo Qiujie was at a loss for words when he mentioned Chu Xi.He tried his best to find his voice, and explained it with words that he didn't know if he was complete, and even told everything about Chu Xi and Wei Lingyu's money laundering.

Zuo Qiuyan's face twisted as he spoke, and when he heard that Chu Xi almost died in the hot molten steel in the 468 just now, he punched Zuo Qiujie like crazy.

It was a subconscious beastly behavior, forgetting the fact that he and the person in front of him were still father and son.

The huge and violent punch caught the man completely off guard, and he threw his whole body and hit the bookshelf, accompanied by a panicked cry from the other side of the bookshelf, his voice trembling like a dead leaf.

"father!"

Zuoqiu Yan saw Zuoqiu Yang running out from behind the bookshelf just like that, rushing to the fallen Zuoqiu Jie like an arrow and helping him up from the ground, the expression on his face was complicated and worried that he had never seen before.

The moment Zuo Qiujie saw him appear, his face was as white as thin paper, and with a light poke, the pretended calm could be completely shattered.

"Dad, are you okay.......are you......"

After Zuoqiu Yang finished speaking, he froze on the spot, his outstretched hand paused in mid-air, as if frozen—just like his frozen state of mind at this moment, completely stopped by the shock of the facts just now. think.

"Brother..." Zuo Qiuyan calmed down from the impulsive rage just now.He gasped and looked at the two people in front of him, and looked at the situation caused by his shot with some disbelief. After a moment of delay, he said: "You have heard it all."

Zuoqiu Yang stared blankly at Zuoqiu Jie and paused for a long time, "Dad...is he a bad guy?"

A simple sentence, like the final judgment, without any room for defense, completely crushed Zuo Qiujie and fell into the bottom of despair.

He suddenly wanted to escape—the eyes of the two sons were like scorching bayonets, one was vicious and the other was straightforward, cutting holes in his body, blood slowly gushing out—but he couldn’t do it, and he was even more reluctant .

"Why." Zuoqiu Yan said, "You want to help Tu Zhang do these."

His whole body was shaking, and Zuo Qiujie could hardly stand still.He raised his hand to cover his face, and his voice came from the gap—he smiled wryly, and he vividly recalled the mission in Vladivostok more than 20 years ago, and the accidental threat of the butcher's staff coming to the door three years ago like a flood.

What he never dared to say to any of the two brothers, he said to them together ridiculously today.

Want to cry but strangely no tears.Sometimes things are so strange, Zuo Qiujie feels that he is a little insensitive, maybe it is because his palms cover his eyes to stop the tear-jerking scene, or maybe it is the only sporadic feeling of being a father that ridiculously maintains the so-called strength.

Zuo Qiuyan and Zuo Qiuyang, one was silent and the other was stunned.The truth gradually took shape from Zuoqiujie's broken words, standing in front of them without reservation, whether they wanted it or not, he did exist.

Listening to the trembling facts, the ivory tower that had shrouded the soul for more than 20 years was collapsing little by little, and disintegrated in an instant—Zuoqiu Yang took two steps back unsteadily, and bumped into the bookshelf behind him unexpectedly, a leather book Unexpectedly, it fell from the top and landed on the ground—it was an old photo album, the old cowhide cover was a little worn, but the name of the photo album could still be seen clearly.

[Aiko 飏飏]

The handwriting is dignified and elegant, written by a man himself.Zuo Qiuyang knelt down, reached out tremblingly to open the maroon photo album.One by one old photos are playing like a movie, and happy childhood memories are overwhelming.His own photos are neatly embedded on each page, and the date and notes are accurately marked on them. The handwriting is the same as the cover, recording his every detail.Those happy pasts that are especially impressive look so ironic at the moment.

[January 1993, 1, 15rd birthday]

[September 1996, 9, the opening ceremony of the first grade]

[Venice, August 1998, 8]

[June 2002, 6, the attached primary school graduation party]

[January 2008, 1, coming of age ceremony]

It was at the end, but the first page was not like it was when he was just born, and his own smiles made him feel sick at this moment——Zuoqiu Yang suddenly had a sore nose and uncomfortable eyes, and he murmured: "I The son of a bad man..."

He suddenly slammed the photo album shut, stood up and ran out of the study without looking back.

Zuoqiu Jie chased after him in shock, fearing that he might do something, he shouted in horror: "Yang Yang, Yang Yang!!"

Zuo Qiuyang ran very fast, and he felt his heart beating faster, the depressive and terrifying rhythm almost forced his soul out of his body - he ran wildly through the empty mansion, all he could see were familiar sofas and carpets , porcelain, screens.Passing through his favorite big balcony when he was a child, the rocking chair on it would always be used as a seesaw by him and Zuo Qiuyan; the patch on the balcony was the small vegetable garden that Chang Bo loved to play with, and even the little one himself gave that piece of soil to him. After pouring water; he ran to the end of the corridor, and saw the small room decorated with childish colors, which belonged to their childhood playroom, and the dreamy and colorful memories could still smell the familiar cold fragrance—but all, Originally it was not his own.

He originally belonged to that cold and bloodthirsty black, with a deviant devilish aura, representing the deepest evil and darkness in the world, spreading to the fingertips.

Losing feeling in his knees, he knelt heavily on the ground with his hands on the ground, but he couldn't see a tear.

"飏飏......."

Zuoqiujie saw him lose his soul like never before, his heartache combined with self-blame and regret turned into thousands of thorns and tortured on his body, and the silent blood fell down, and was condensed into crimson cold beads by the cold winter before landing.

He unsteadily ran up to comfort his most beloved son and most obsessed lover, but froze when he was close at hand: as the bad guy in Zuoqiu Yang's heart, what qualifications did he have to comfort him.

Sensing his approach, Zuoqiu Yang slowly turned his head, looking at the man with complex, dull but emotional eyes.The delicate pupils like colored glass were sharp like a knife at this moment, making Zuoqiu Jie tremble in fear.

"Who the hell am I..."

"You are Yang Yang," Zuo Qiujie finally couldn't help hugging him with distress, and squeezed his arms with all his strength to hold the young man who was already stronger than himself in his arms, just like when the two fates were intertwined for the first time. Dependence in the harsh winter of Vladivostok: "You are Zuoqiu Yang."

Zuo Qiuyang listened blankly to the man repeating the name in his ear, the most obsessed voice stirred the eardrums over and over again, and he lost his response.

Zuo Qiujie hugged him tightly, his eyes blurred, and he murmured: "You are my father's son..."

He seemed to see the wind and snow blowing up in that icy city more than 20 years ago, with the purest white annihilated gunshots, hissing and blood, blowing away the burning pain on the wound, and brought himself and him to the Corner of corners.Huddled in the dilapidated kiln with a baby who was only a few months old, I don't know when the situation will change.

The initial fetters of wind and electricity, and the lingering love that has taken root.

"Dad...Dad..." Zuoqiu Yang said unsteadily, and seemed to use his own cognition to draw such a conclusion: "It's a bad person... It's because of me that I became a bad person...so I..."

His heart was wrapped round and round like a red-hot steel wire, and he lost consciousness in pain. Zuo Qiujie hugged him tightly and said, "No, Yang Yang is a good person, it's all my father's fault..." When he felt the wet liquid touch his neck, he raised his head in shock.

The tears dripping from the youth's black pupils fell on him, making him overwhelmed.

"Yang Yang, don't cry, don't cry..." He hurriedly wiped away the tears for Zuoqiu Yang, but he couldn't do anything.The other party looked at him, his expression was full of distress and entangled sorrow.

The originally simple thoughts turned into a mess at this time, Zuoqiu Yang himself didn't know how to face the truth in front of him, it was like getting lost in the snow - that was different from being in the woods, the vast expanse of white had nothing to do with it. A clear choice can only make people more confused and frightened.

"I don't want...don't want my father to be a bad person..." Zuoqiu Yang cried out, like a helpless and desperate child: "The bad person should go to jail, I don't want my father to go to prison... ...I want to be with my dad..."

Zuo Qiujie wiped away the young man's tears over and over again with trembling hands, but couldn't say a word.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zuoqiu Yang cried more and more until he couldn't make a sound and his voice was slightly hoarse.

It has been a long time since he cried so heart-piercingly and heartbroken-he was always happy under the care of his father and brother during the smooth sailing for more than 20 years. He was so innocent that he knew nothing about certain things. Guilt, the shock of the moment, is so insolent and bewildering.

Zuo Qiujie froze, and the hand stroking the young man's face stopped—the silence was like a winding white blade, which reverberated deeply and windingly for a long time without finding the target, but fell into an inextricable entanglement.

The boy is always proud of himself, as if the words "my father is a policeman" are the most proud wealth of this little boy.Up to now, he has single-handedly destroyed such a beauty into nothingness, and it is worthless.

Why didn't he want to be in agony and wail, but he couldn't, his fragility would only make the youth more afraid and more painful.

He stared at this young man who seemed to never grow up with his consistent love and pampering, and forcefully evoked a gentle and loving smile: "Bao Yang, don't cry, don't cry...not yet, have dinner Woolen cloth......."

"I don't want to eat..." Zuoqiu Yang shook his head desperately, and suddenly he pulled Zuoqiu Jie over hard, and hugged him tightly, like an insecure child trembling with his beloved toys.

Zuo Qiujie hugged him back with the same strength, patted him on the back and persuaded him: "If you don't eat dinner, you will be hungry..."

"If you don't eat, you don't eat!" With a crying sound, Zuoqiu Yang shouted willfully. He only felt that he was very scared, so scared that he didn't dare to think deeply about why he was afraid, and he just hugged this man with all his consciousness.

"What should I do if my father is in jail..."

Thinking of this kind of separation, it was like a steel wire was twitching in his mind, and it hurt again and again, as if reminding him of something.He was as scared as if he had lost it before, and when he possessed it again, he was worried about gains and losses.

"Okay...don't eat..." Zuoqiu Jie stroked his head in pain, resisting the urge to cry—how would he answer?He didn't know that Zuoqiu Yang had messed up all his thoughts and was at a loss.

The two hugged each other quietly, and after an unknown amount of time, Zuoqiu Yang stopped crying and quietly leaned on Zuoqiu Jie's shoulder.

Zuo Qiujie took a tentative look carefully, and found that the young man had no idea when he would fall asleep—it must be because the procuratorate was too tired from work during this period, and he hadn't had a good rest.

Zuo Qiujie gently supported the young man, and pushed away the game room that he hadn't set foot in for a long time.The dazzling array of dreamlike paradise decorations inside touched his state of mind at the moment, and they bloomed like fireworks, leaving ashes that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The warmest game room hides the best memories, the water-green spire castle built on the table, the target hanging on the wall, the stars and moon hanging from the ceiling, the roller coaster still on the track, and the unfinished puzzle on the floor—— ——The place still retains the traces of children playing in those days, and Zuoqiu Jie specially instructed the servants not to destroy it when cleaning.

With some difficulty, he helped Zuo Qiuyang onto the ball-like sofa and put it down, and picked up a slightly smaller blanket to cover him.

His nose was so sore, and his eye sockets were strained, Zuoqiujie got up and turned his head, but couldn't help but look back at Zuoqiu Yang, and the moment he made up his mind to take a step forward, tears fell down in a different way.

If such love is a kind of defilement, what is there to be sad at this moment.

He used such excuses over and over again to comfort himself, but he couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his face, and he was about to choke out in embarrassment.Staggering to the window, Zuoqiu held the window sill with his hands, tears dripping down on the countertop, he looked up and saw the endless black winter night outside the window, just like the dark despair in his heart.

There are some things that we are not afraid to say, but that we cannot say.Some people don’t want to lose, so they never get involved—he suddenly felt that maybe he was wrong in the first place—the accident that night made him and Zuoqiu Yang coincidentally get together with taboo feelings, but he forgot that this was originally Shouldn't have happened.

But he is still the only one, without hesitation, moths to the flames, even if his body is smashed to pieces, his love will not be in vain.

The love is deep, so it is.

He suddenly raised his eyes, and saw his own face printed on the glass window, and Zuo Qiuyan standing quietly behind him.

The naturally indifferent and cold face in the glass window is exactly like his youthful demeanor, but it has more courage to take charge of the overall situation.

He froze for a moment, and stretched out his hand unnaturally to wipe away the wet tears on his face: "Did Yanyan persuade me to surrender?"

Nodding lightly, Zuo Qiuyan walked into him with complicated and sad eyes, hesitant to speak.

Zuo Qiujie smiled wryly and took a deep breath