Dangerous Secret

The purple lips of the person on the bed were trembling involuntarily, and his breathing was short and unsmooth, but he was still struggling emotionally.

Someone grabbed his hand tightly!

He desperately wanted to break free, to rush over!

That car is coming fast!

Luo Minliang suddenly rushed over to push him away, and was slammed into the air in front of his eyes, falling heavily far, far away!

The ground is full of blood!

"No! . . . don't! No—"

"Yang? Wake up!" Someone was shaking him eagerly!

Shouyang panted violently, clutching his painfully painful chest tightly with his hands, his body was so painful that he curled up unconsciously, twitching uncontrollably, with intermittent and suppressed moans in his throat.

"Yang?! Wake up! Wake up!"

Shouyang suddenly opened his eyes!

"Yang? Are you awake? How do you feel?" Chen Dongyang, who was watching the night, was rarely frightened by Shouyang, "I'll call Shao Wen!"

"Don't! Dongyang..." Shouyang panted with difficulty, his hand clutching his chest twitched slightly, "Help me, get...the medicine."

After taking the medicine for a while, my heart was still beating eagerly in my chest, and I leaned against the head of the bed with my brows frowning, my face pale.

Chen Dongyang brushed away his wet hair, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Shouyang nodded, and after a while, sat up with difficulty, "Dongyang, I want to take a bath."

The cold sweat drenched the pajamas completely, and it stuck to the body damply, which was very uncomfortable.

"Okay." Chen Dongyang opened the closet and took out a set of clean pajamas.

After putting on the shoes, Shouyang realized that his legs were still trembling slightly, so soft that he could hardly stand.

Seeing this, Chen Dongyang didn't say anything, he picked up Shouyang and went to the bathroom.

The water temperature is moderate, and there is only the sound of water flowing in the quiet room.

Chen Dongyang and the others have helped him bathe more than once, and they are already familiar with the road.It's just that today the man under the shower was distracted from time to time, Chen Dongyang didn't look at him, and he didn't ask anything.Just rinse it off and take him out.

"Do you want to drink water?"

The night was very quiet, so quiet that only the wind blowing outside the window and breathing inside the window remained.

After a long time, Shouyang nodded silently.

It's just that a cup of warm water has been left to cool down, Shouyang didn't take a sip, just sat absent-mindedly, thinking about something.

Chen Dongyang is not Shao Wen who knows Shouyang best, nor is he Chen Hao who talks too much to get to the bottom of it.Reminiscent of some things I heard at night, I can vaguely guess some clues, but I don’t say anything or ask, just quietly accompany Shouyang, let him quietly discuss about another important matter. The ups and downs of people's strange emotions.

After a long time, Chen Dongyang heard Shouyang's slightly hoarse voice, "Dongyang, after dawn, let Shao Wen give it, give it——Luo Mingliang... Let's check it out. When we came back at night, there was a car accident."

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It started to rain lightly again.

When Luo Minliang came in, Shouyang was lying on the desk in the study, trying to practice writing stroke by stroke.

Shouyang was struggling to write. Judging from the fact that he can barely hold the pen, it may be very difficult to write neatly.

Luo Minliang didn't dare to approach, just stood by the glass door and watched quietly.

Facing the bright sky outside the transparent glass, he could clearly see the stiffness and effort of Shouyang's hands, as if every single stroke exhausted his whole body's strength.

Luo Min's conscience twitched in pain.

In the past two and a half years, his regret and self-blame not only did not subside, but became deeper and deeper, torturing him every day and night, making him live in deeper pain than losing Xie Yu at the beginning !

In front of the desk, Shouyang patiently wrote crooked characters, as if he had just woken up and learned to walk again, and his thin figure was like a child who just went to school.

Seeing that he ignored him at all, Luo Minliang looked down at the things in his hands, and bravely stepped forward, "I asked them to develop some photos, you——should like it."

Shouyang paused for a moment with his hand, raised his eyes, his face was filled with joy, and immediately stood up, reaching out to pick up the thick stack of photos, completely unaware that the pen was still in his hand.

Seeing this, Luo Minliang smiled as if relieved, and took the pen out of his hand.

Shouyang still didn't notice, his water-like eyes trembled.

In the photo, it was Ping Shu and two white and tender buns!

"Yes...my mother!" Shouyang couldn't help being full of excitement, "My mother has lost weight and is getting old...but she's still so pretty!...Sexy will feel more at ease..."

The shooting angle is obviously candid, and the distance is far away.Ping Shu, who was wearing big sunglasses, was still so radiant, holding a small bun in one hand like a fashionable hot mom.The two little buns were obediently held by Ping Shu, one on the left and the other on the right, as if they were looking out curiously, and the cute eyebrows of the little buns could be vaguely seen from a distant perspective.

"The one on the left with the same eyebrows as Gu Zhihang...yes, Gu Xiaosi...the one on the right with big eyes must be Shou Xiaohu!..." Shouyang's lips parted unconsciously, and he walked out of the study and sat by the bed to read one by one He kept talking to himself.

When he saw He Zhiyuan holding two buns, as if sending Pingshu somewhere, Shouyang couldn't help shouting, "Damn! Let this bastard teach my son? How can my mother trust him?"

Luo Minliang quietly looked at Shouyang from the side, seeing his sudden expression of emotion, listening to his lively tone, his eyes were deeply lonely, but he smiled dotingly.

For a father, the happiest thing is to see his son!

He is, and so is Shouyang!

"Aren't they twins? Why are they so different?"

"They're all pretty white!...Shou Xiaohu won't be as flirtatious as me, right? That's not okay!"

"Gu Xiaosi, why is your face paralyzed at such a young age? You're only a little older, so serious! You can't be as virtuous as that bastard Gu!"

"..."

Shouyang sat cross-legged on the spacious bed and babbled, which made Luo Mingliang's heart soften.

"Let's find a way to contact Pingshu!" Luo Minliang carefully didn't mention Gu Zhihang, "My people are all expelled by your grandfather now, contacting them is still a bit...not easy."

Shouyang's eyelashes twitched, and he pursed his lips, "The triads are helpless. I, a person who has been 'dead' for two years, what can I do?"

Luo Minliang's eyes were a little bitter, and he smiled wryly, yes, he couldn't do anything about it, so what could Shouyang do?

Seeing his slender and unconscious fingers stroking the little buns on the photo over and over again, Luo Minliang said in a soft voice, "These were all secretly photographed by paparazzi on the Internet, and Ping Shu protected them very well."

Shouyang didn't make a sound, suddenly felt sore in his heart, wondering how Pingshu, who suddenly lost her two sons, survived these days.

"If, you still remember your friend's address, I can think of a way to send someone to contact you again." Luo Mingliang took a step forward, "Yangyang, Dad swears that he will never hurt anyone around you again."

Shouyang still didn't speak, just looked down at the photo.

Luo Minliang's heart sank a little bit. It turned out that his son still didn't believe in him!

"Yangyang..." Luo Minliang's voice trembled a little.

For the sake of his son, his dignity, his painstaking efforts, everything he has can be forsaken, but he doesn't even have a chance to prove himself.

The wind with water vapor was a bit cool, Shouyang coughed twice, and Luo Mingliang hurriedly closed the wide open balcony door next to the French window.

"Let me try." Shouyang finally opened his mouth lightly, leaned sideways onto the soft bed with the familiar Dior scent, and hugged the photo to his chest.

Seeing him lying down with his nightgown wide open, Luo Minliang stepped forward and covered him carefully with the thin blanket.

Facing Shouyang's clear and bottomless calm eyes, Luo Minliang was a little nervous, "It's autumn, here, although it's still summer, it's rainy and cool."

Shouyang lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him. His long eyelashes covered his clear pupils, "You don't have to be so careful and treat me like a fragile doll."

Seeing Shouyang talking to him in a calm tone, and even asked his most trusted doctor to examine him two days ago, Luo Mingliang got excited and wanted to rub his hair, "No, Dad just..."

Shouyang tilted his head subconsciously, and his brows seemed to wrinkle quickly.

Luo Minliang's hand was missing, and he froze for a moment, grinning in embarrassment and straightened up, "You, rest, Awei is not here these days, just let me know if you have something to do."

Shouyang didn't look at him, and didn't speak.

Luo Minliang's heart was empty, and he stood alone for a long while before slowly turning around and walking out full of reluctance.

"Thank you."

Luo Minliang paused and turned around.

Shouyang was still curled up on the bed, as if he hadn't made any sound, with his arms around the photo in his arms, as if he was holding his most beloved baby.

Luo Minliang's eyes were a little hot, and he felt his heart trembling fiercely in his chest. After a while, he softly uttered three words, "Silly boy!"

The room was quiet.

The preparations for the operation have reached the final stage, and the development of new drugs is also in full swing. Shao Wen and the others are busy day and night.Li Anwei and Yan Jie returned to the country, and the only ones who could accompany Shouyang were Luo Mingliang and the others.

Shouyang looked at the balcony where thin raindrops were blown by the wind and fell on the large French windows, like small teardrops, and couldn't help covering the photo in his arms again.

His mother, and his and Gu Zhihang's two babies!

Looking at the soft, white and tender buns in the photo, Shouyang suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, soft, hot, full, very strange, but—very proud, very proud!

It seems that the relationship between him and Gu Zhihang, which has traveled thousands of miles and set off thousands of waves, finally bears a dazzling diamond fruit after it has been cultivated into a real fruit.

Shouyang closed his eyes, and his pink-purple thin lips unconsciously raised a smile like poppies stretching freely under the warm sun.

His son, his and Gu Zhihang's son, how nice!

Downstairs, there was the faint sound of opening an umbrella.

Shouyang's closed eyes moved.

There were faint footsteps walking towards another villa.

Shouyang's originally smiling lips pursed slowly.

He knows that his nap time is also the time when Luo Minliang cooks soup for him. Even in the past few days when he was injured in a car accident, that person is unwilling to let other people do it for him. Opportunity!

Shouyang suddenly covered his eyes with his arm, and squeezed the photo in his arms tightly with the other hand.

Inexplicably, I remembered Luo Minliang's trembling voice just now, and his broken and injured eyes!

He didn't believe in Luo Minliang, but now, he couldn't contact people in city A without the help of TOP.

Who would have thought that he, who was bound to die, would still be alive?

And those who have been severely hurt in city A will not give the triad people a chance to hurt again!

The photos were covered with heat, and the heat reached the bottom of my heart, making my whole heart feel hot.

In his arms was a photo of Gu Siyang and Shouyang, but Shouyang inexplicably remembered—when he was looking at his son just now, Luo Minliang was also looking at his son!

For some reason, Shouyang suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Luo Minliang's cautious and almost flattering way of pampering completely wiped out all the revenge he had once gritted his teeth.

His almost cursed oaths, his harsh sarcasm, were all fulfilled after Luo Mingliang learned his identity and after he woke up, but why didn't he taste the pleasure of revenge and treat him like an enemy? wanton arrogance?

The surrounding is so quiet that it seems that all reason has settled down.

Shouyang's fingers pinching the photo turned slightly white.

For the first time in so many years, he had the idea of ​​regret—regret for his pride!

If he wasn't too proud and self-confident, he wouldn't have gone to S city with his injuries without telling everyone;

If he wasn't too proud and would rather bear everything stubbornly than admit that he is Luo Mingliang's son, it wouldn't be the end now!

His tossing and struggling on the death line, the separation between him and Gu Zhihang, the tragic situation where his family was almost ruined, was it really, only Luo Minliang who caused it all by himself?

Shouyang clenched his lips.

The sound of rain outside the window was blocked by the tightly closed door, and the room was quiet and serene, without a trace of coolness.

Someone gently opened the door and walked in, silently walked to the bedside, watching Shouyang who was supposed to be taking a nap as usual, but saw some red and swollen teeth marks on his lips from being bitten.

The man seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and gently held the hand that was still full of pinholes, trying to remove Shouyang's arm that was lying in front of his eyes.

The pale hand froze for a moment, unwilling to move.

The warm hand stopped for a moment, and he didn't force it. He just let go of his wrist and put it on Shouyang's back, letting the warm temperature pass through his thin and stubborn back to the inner heart, as if he wanted to give He was comforted.

Shouyang's thin lips pursed unconsciously again.

The owner of this warm hand was originally so free, squandering his overflowing talent in his best years, loose like an eagle in the sky, but he was also trapped in this strange place, just for him!

The man seemed to sigh lightly, and seemed to just look at Shouyang with some uneasiness for a while, then put the blanket up to cover it, and walked out quietly, leaving him a moment of peace.

The room was quiet again.

After a long time, Shouyang lowered his arms, revealing a pair of red eyes.

Outside the window, the rain was getting heavier, washing the leaves like pieces of jasper carvings.

Shouyang's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he was a little moved. Chen Dongyang always knew how to give him his personal space, without asking, questioning, or interfering with anything.

After a while, Shouyang remembered what Luo Mingliang said—to contact people in City A.Picking up the photo again and looking at it greedily, silently counting the time.

Perhaps, he could write a letter and ask the triads to find a way to send it to He Zhiyuan's club, or Cui Miao's Light and Shadow Alley.I don't know if Fang Qinzhi's job has been transferred. It would be great if I could find a way to contact him!If it doesn't work anymore - Shouyang squinted his eyes and asked Dongyang to contact Nia and the others to find a way to notify the people in City A.

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The basement was fully utilized by Luo Minliang and turned into a small bowling alley.Shouyang was uncharacteristically, he no longer wandered around, nor stayed in his room to bask in the sun and read books. Every day he hid in the attic of the small island in the middle of the lake to write and draw alone, and no one was allowed to disturb him.

The entire island is quiet, only the chirping of birds and the occasional sound of water, and the man in the attic is as quiet as if isolated from the world.

On the second floor of the attic, the ground is already full of discarded drawing paper.The easel was crooked on the ground, and all kinds of paints were scattered in the corners, making a mess.

The man who became more irritable due to illness lost his patience and threw away the easel, sitting on the ground holding the drawing board and trying to write something.

TOP Many people know that besides dancing, Shouyang of Sao Bao's only hobby is writing and drawing, and his nimble hands are even better at handwriting!

But now, the hands that used to be so nimble and enviable can't even write the simplest characters normally. At this moment, they are stiff and trembling slightly, and the brush draws deep and shallow thick and thin lines uncontrollably on the paper.

The insensible ten fingers couldn't feel the strength, and another excessive force caused the drawing paper to be poked out with heavy strokes!

Shouyang's eyes were frozen, and he suddenly threw the paintbrush and drawing board in his hand violently again.

"Bang"!

Startled the birds playing in the trees outside the attic, leaving behind a panicked figure and the sound of fleeing wings flapping.

The innocent white drawing paper is like a startled butterfly, flying everywhere.

A few more slipped through the railing and fell down to the attic, like calligraphy books torn out by elementary school students.

The tall figure who had been standing quietly under the attic bent down and quietly picked up the drawing papers one by one.

After failing to practice writing, Shouyang thought of using relatively random calligraphy instead.However, the handwriting on the drawing paper is crooked, and the handwriting is of different shades, like the excellent homework written by a child who has just learned to write, trying to make the size the same, but always unable to do so.

The man's eyes trembled a little, and his slightly rough hands stroked the handwriting on the paper over and over again, as if he wanted to see through them again the handsome and handsome owner of the handwriting.

Luo Minliang has seen Shouyang's handwriting.On the wedding invitation that was sent to him back then, the unassuming handwriting had an indescribably romantic charm, just as beautiful as Shouyang himself!

It's just that at that time, no matter what, he would never have thought that such a unique handwriting would become a swan song, let alone that those hands that wrote good calligraphy would be ruined by his hands!

Luo Minliang sat on the ground silently, gathering the drawing paper neatly like holding some precious treasure, but the hands that caressed the handwriting were always trembling slightly.

From the attic, the originally gorgeous baritone murmured almost absent-mindedly, "Gu Zhihang, I've become, a useless person!...Do you still want me?...Do you still want me..."

Like overturned ink, the fragrance dissipated in the wind without a trace, and the almost dreamy murmur was as soft as a dream, leaving no trace.

But downstairs Luo Minliang's light brown eyes gradually turned red.

The suppressed pain in his precious son's words is so clear, and the inexplicable panic full of it all comes from the longing for one person to invest in shares!

In his hand, every piece of drawing paper was crookedly written with that person's name——

Gu Zhihang!

The sun was already in the west, and it was so quiet that only the rustling sound finally came from the attic where the breeze was blowing.

It's been a week, and he still hasn't written a word, how can he give up?

The man with long hair over his ears slowly got up, picked up the brush and drawing board again, and sat back in silence.

Picking up the brush again, quickly draw a smooth lead shadow on the drawing paper.

Although all ten fingers were useless, the palm was only slightly affected.The paintbrush rests on the numb and slightly painful palm, and it is still proficient in swaying.

A man's outline soon appeared on the drawing paper.

The short hair is neatly trimmed and layered, the facial contour is slightly hard, but the curvature of the chin is smooth.

Shouyang's thin lips were tightly pressed, he believed that Gu Zhihang would definitely recognize his handwriting!

The paintbrush continued to dance rapidly, and a pair of dark and thick eyebrows gradually appeared on the drawing paper.

But then, Shouyang frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a trace of bewilderment in his eyes.

The hand holding the paintbrush is also getting slower and slower, and the more he paints, the more hesitant, the lines that deviate from the trajectory of the hairline seem to be accompanied by vague hesitation and panic, and finally, the paintbrush can barely stop!

A clear panic slowly appeared in Shouyang's eyes——

He suddenly discovered that he couldn't remember Gu Zhihang's facial features!

But—how is it possible?

How could he not remember Gu Zhihang's facial features? !

Looking at the drawing paper, Shouyang became a little overwhelmed, staring at the drawing paper covered with lead shadows, but holding the paintbrush, he couldn't know what to do!

How could he not remember Gu Zhihang's appearance?

Those two-way bottomless dark brown eyes!

That tall and straight nose with cold lines!

Those thin, cool lips that hardly rise!

His shadow is so clear, his every frown and smile are deeply engraved in my mind, not a day or a moment will be bleak!

But... why did he suddenly forget what his facial features looked like?

The paintbrush in his hand fell to the ground again, but Shouyang didn't feel it. He tremblingly picked up the portrait without facial features, but he couldn't touch Gu Zhihang's shadow no matter what!

He has never thought of a face, because there is never a face that does not miss the moment—that face is clearly deep in his bones, and even his room is full of photos that Luo Minliang asked people to wash, how could he not remember Gu Zhihang's appearance?

Shouyang's eyes turned red without warning, and his heart was full of fear that he had never felt before!

Without struggling, a thick layer of panic and despair engulfed him, and Shouyang was powerless to escape!

He was suddenly frightened!Afraid that he would forget Gu Zhihang, even more afraid of being forgotten by Gu Zhihang!

Two years!

He has only slept for two years!He was only gone for two and a half years!But he couldn't even draw Gu Zhihang's face!

So what about that person?

That person—will he be forgotten too?

From his eyes to his face, to his whole person, little by little, with the passage of time, it was completely stripped from that person's memory, and there was no such person as Shouyang!

Shouyang suddenly rubbed the drawing paper onto his hair, and the sound of a man's uncontrollable sobbing came from the small attic!

He can't accept it!

Can't accept that person will forget him!