Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

Mu Yufeng was holding a stack of documents in his hand, and he was just looking out of the window at this moment, with a rare blank expression on his face.

"Ring bell bell!"

The ear-piercing ringtone broke the silence, and Mu Yufeng picked up the phone and connected it.

"Hey?"

"Brother Yufeng! I'm Goujian. Mu Yingfeng learned something about Qinglang from me, and suddenly ran out. Did he come home?"

After hearing this, Mu Yufeng hung up immediately, stood up abruptly, put on his coat, and rushed out with the car keys.

Goujian on the other side heard the hang-up sound from the other end of the phone, turned around, and said to a woman sitting on the sofa: "I think he should rush over, are you satisfied? Fang Ting."

Fang Ting was leaning on the sofa cushions, with the suitcase on the side, and she was as lazy as a cat. She lowered her head and trimmed her nails. The corners of her mouth turned up when she heard Gou Jian's words, "Whether you are satisfied or not, it depends on the result. Too bad I had to catch a flight so I couldn't see it with my own eyes."

"I can understand that you want to avenge Qing Lang, but does he know?"

Fang Ting stopped the movements of his hands, raised his head, and there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes, "The tacit understanding between me and him is beyond the comprehension of others."

Goujian scratched his hair irritably, and sat down on the sofa, "Then why did you bring Brother Yufeng? He has nothing to do with these things."

The trimmed Fang Ting raised his hand to look at it, nodded in satisfaction, brushed his long hair, then got up and pulled the suitcase, tilted his head and smiled and said, "I just think it would be better for someone who understands to go there and witness everything. time to go."

"Fang Ting!" Gou Jian called to her, his eyes were full of unconcealed affection, his throat moved slightly, "When are you coming back?"

Fang Ting didn't look back, just kept silent for a while, and then seemed to have made up his mind, using a brisk tone.

"Who knows, maybe the scenery abroad is good, so I won't come back."

There was a hasty knock on the door, Qing Lang got up and just opened the door, before she could see who it was, her wrist was grabbed.

"sunny……"

Qinglang smelled a strong smell of alcohol, frowned, looked at the drunken Mu Yingfeng, "Are you drunk? I'll take you home."

Mu Yingfeng looked pained, Qinglang was wearing home clothes, the sleeves were loose so that people could see the slender and hideous scars on his wrists at a glance.

"Sorry, I didn't know your hands could do that."

Qing Lang's face suddenly turned pale, but his tone was still calm, "You know everything, do you know everything?"

"I was confused at the time, and I didn't expect such a consequence," Mu Yingfeng half-knelt on the ground, tears bursting out of his eyes, "I've always regretted it, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Qingqing just stood where she was, looking down at Mu Yingfeng who was full of remorse, crying and choking, there was no joy in her imagination, only emptiness and bewilderment.

He envied that Mu Yingfeng could laugh when he was happy and cry loudly when he was sad.

As for him, he didn't smile from the bottom of his heart. He didn't cry when Huahua was opposed by his family. He didn't cry when his talent and talent were denied by his teacher. Guarding the remaining stubbornness, never willing to cry.

And when he was told by his parents that he liked men, he fell down with the vase when he was abused and pushed, his wrist was scratched by the fragments, and he was told by the doctor that he injured his tendon, so it was impossible to paint.

At that time, he was so broken that he wanted to vent all his grief and anger, but suddenly found that he would not shed tears long ago.

"Qingliang!" A sharp cry sounded, Qinglang turned around and looked, Qingyun looked angry, the whites of her eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, her eyes looked blood red, and she was holding a dagger with engraved patterns in her hand, trembling unceasingly , Tears kept falling from the sockets of his eyes, obviously holding a murder weapon, but his expression was like a broken doll.

"Brother, no one can hurt him, anyone!"

Qingyun has locked all the sharp knives in the cabinet since Qingyun moved into the house. It seems that the knife was bought secretly when he was not paying attention when he was traveling.

Faced with this situation, he was still in the mood to speculate, his sister was crazy and rational, it was too difficult to deal with, he pointed at himself and smiled, "Are you holding a knife and trying to kill me?"

At this moment, Qingyun's eyes burst out with distorted hatred, and he raised his knife crazily and rushed towards Qinglang.

All this happened so suddenly that Mu Yingfeng on the side didn't even realize what was about to happen.

But suddenly a familiar figure stood in front of Qingliang.

"elder brother!"

Mu Yingfeng's heart-piercing cry came from next to her ear, Qingyun pulled back the dagger, the blood on the knife dripped down the tip, she tilted her head puzzled.

Mu Yufeng didn't know when he came, he was unstable, Qinglang quickly supported him, and the two of them squatted down, only then did he see Mu Yufeng covering his abdomen with one hand, blood slowly flowing out from between his hands, The blood color faded from his face, and bean-sized sweat broke out from his forehead.

"Brother!" Mu Yingfeng also ran over to support him, turned his face and shouted at Qingyun, "Are you crazy!"

Qinglang's heart skipped a beat, "Mu Yingfeng, don't provoke her!"

"Hehe!" Qingyun was full of tears, but with a crazy smile on her face, she picked up the knife and turned it over, "Anything that makes Yingfeng sad shouldn't exist in this world..."

"including me!"

After she finished speaking, she raised the knife and wiped it at her neck. Mu Yingfeng felt bad when Qinglang opened her mouth. Seeing her committing suicide, she immediately threw her down. Qingyun let go of the fallen knife, and the dagger fell to the corner. She struggled to continue, but Mu Yingfeng held her hands tightly.

Mu Yingfeng only felt that Qingyun's madness at this time was astonishingly powerful, and the silk scarf on Qingyun's wrist fell off during the violent movement, revealing a thick red mark.

This... what is this?

"Mu Yufeng, hold on, I've already called 120." Seeing that the blood had already stained the clothes near the wound red, Qing Lang panicked and trembled with cold hands and feet.

Mu Yufeng pursed his lips tightly. Although he was injured, he was obviously the calmest person here, "I have the car keys in my pocket, please help me, we will drive to the hospital by ourselves."

"Okay!" Qinglang helped Mu Yufeng up, but he stopped after taking two steps, his weak tone still tinged with coldness.

"Yinfeng, you can calm her down."

"Brother! What should I do, I don't know!" Mu Yingfeng looked at Qingyun who was struggling violently and kept shouting, and felt a dull pain in his heart.

This is because of him.

What did he do back then!

"You know what she wants." After Mu Yufeng finished speaking, he frowned even tighter, and Qinglang hurriedly took him away.

Qinglang drove to the nearest hospital, and the nurses immediately sent Mu Yufeng to the operating room for emergency treatment. He sat on a chair outside the operating room door, with some blood from Mu Yufeng on his body, and a rash on his forehead. in a cold sweat.

But his face was strangely calm, it was a kind of peace of mind after the dust had settled.

Two hours into the operation, Mu Yufeng was out of danger. Qingliang looked at the sleeping Mu Yufeng through the window for a while, then turned around and walked towards the grass behind the hospital.

At this time, the sun was just right, and it was sprinkled on the green grass. Several nurses were pushing the patient for a walk. When the sun came out, they aroused their attention. After all, he was still covered with blood that hadn't dried up.

Qing Lang didn't care, just quietly looked at Mu Yingfeng in front of him, his usual smile was gone, and his eyes were still slightly red.

"Sunny, the red strangle marks on Qingyun's hands are caused by the rope?"

Sunny looked at him firmly, nodded, "Yes, she kept yelling at you a few years ago, and my family didn't have the financial means to send her to the hospital, so my parents had to tie her up with a thick rope for a few years, although they don't need it now, But there were some after-effects.”

I have been suffering from severe pain in my hands and feet for the past few years, and this is my first dance after so many years!

Mu Yingfeng felt sore, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Don't worry, I just sent her back to your parents' house after she recovered."

"Well, thank you." Qing Qing nodded.

Then they fell into a long silence, Mu Yingfeng approached Qinglang, raised his hands, and hugged Qinglang slowly.

This hug does not use force, as long as Qingqing is willing, she can easily push it away.

But Qinglang didn't do that. At first, he didn't understand what the original owner wanted to do to Mu Yingfeng.

Because of momentary jealousy, Mu Yingfeng deceived the relationship between the original owner and his sister at the same time. Not only did he falsely promise in public that he would marry Qingyun after graduation, but he also severely humiliated the original owner.

If the matter ended here, it would be regarded as the usual scumbag in idol dramas who committed suicide, but then it caused a series of irreversible events.

That fuse is Qingyun.

She discovered Mu Yingfeng's deception, but what she did immediately was not to part ways with this kind of man immediately, but instead pushed all the faults to the original owner. She anonymously informed Mu Yingfeng's parents of the fact that he was dating the original owner , also told his parents.

Of course, this news caused an uproar in the families of both parties. In the end, Mu Yingfeng was sent abroad in a hurry before he graduated, and the original owner was scratched by a vase during the quarrel. He was told that he would never be able to draw again, and was kicked out by his parents after graduation. .

The instigator, Qingyun, also learned that he had caused such a result, and was greatly stimulated, and was diagnosed with delusional schizophrenia by the doctor.

After Qinglang slowly absorbed all the memories, he felt that even if the original owner's obsession was to destroy Mu Yingfengzheng's family, life would be worse than death, and he didn't think it was an exaggeration to cut off his hands.

But soon he understood that none of the above was the revenge the original owner wanted.

Seeing that Mu Yingfeng was more miserable than him, more painful than him, it was a very satisfying thing.

But what about the meaning?

Can he heal the wounds he has suffered and the pain he has endured?

No, he couldn't, he hoped that Mu Yingfeng, who was going his own way, could understand something thoroughly.

Understand that when you treat people wholeheartedly, you end up approaching yourself with malice.

Knowing that I personally ruined a woman's life.

Know all the sins you have committed in your ignorance.

Understand and take on his responsibilities.

Suddenly consciousness began to blur, and Qingqing slowly separated from the soul of the original owner.

He completed the obsession of the original owner.

"Do you remember the "Wood Welcomes the Spring Wind" I painted?" After a long time, Qing Lang asked.

Mu Yingfeng shuddered. This was Qinglang's first painting to win the championship, and it was also the beginning of their relationship.

"How could I forget."

"Don't you think that the name of that painting is somewhat similar to your name?"

Mu Yingfeng raised his head and looked at Qingming in disbelief, but Qinglang continued talking on his indifferent face.

"Your unscrupulous deception is all based on my admiration for you. Otherwise, do you think that I really like men by nature?"

The sun shines on the body, but it can no longer warm the hearts of the two of them.

After hearing his last words, Mu Yingfeng hugged him tightly, buried his face on Qinglang's shoulders, his superficial calm could no longer be maintained, and he burst into tears uncontrollably.

At this moment, he finally completely accepted the fact that he had already lost the person in front of him.