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The loud noise disrupted the order of the entire film festival, and more and more people dispersed and finally came together, forming a half-moon around a center.

The center is Yao Jianqi.

He walked among the vertical photo frames, and every time he knocked down a side, countless glass cracked on the ground, and the black and white photos also crashed down.

The center of the exhibition area was already in a mess, but Yao Jianqi didn't think it was enough. He seemed to be overwhelmed by a strong desire to destroy. He stepped on the ruins of Liuli, and the blood dripping from the palm of his hand happened to drip down to his feet.

"Are you crazy!" A man shouted, and was about to step forward, but was held back by his companion, who whispered something in his ear.

The man stopped in surprise and glanced in the direction of the screen.

Yao Jianqi also walked there.

The crowd was torn open by his footsteps, watching him getting closer and closer to the high stool. When he was about to touch it, he heard a long-lost low voice from his throat.

"Honey, that's enough."

The black car was driving on the desolate wilderness, with only two beams of headlights illuminating the road ahead.

After half an hour of burning and being speechless, Yao An turned his eyes away from the unfinished buildings in the painting.

"You said earlier that his works are not allowed."

Yu Wan tightened her face, "What's the matter?"

"What do you mean?" Yao An asked.

She did not answer.

Yao An continued, "Why doesn't Yao Jianqi want others to know?"

"When you get there," Yu Wan interrupted him tremblingly, "when you get there, you will understand."

Yao An fell silent.

He suddenly didn't dare to ask any more questions.

The next moment, his eyes were stung by the strong light on his face. There were dozens of cars approaching in the left lane, and the eye-catching red spray paint on the car body cut his sight.

He and Yu Wan looked at each other in unison, with the same panic in their eyes.

The unfinished building on the sketch paper has stood upright in front of the night.

The basement floor was so empty that even the wind reverberated.

Lin Shuchen waded through layers of debris and photo paper, without a trace of pity, standing in front of Yao Jianqi, staring at him with loving eyes that were almost affectionate: "Honey, I thought you wouldn't come."

Yao Jianqi stepped on the bar and sat on the high stool, intentionally or unintentionally fiddled with the projector on his lap: "You can guess how I found it."

"You can always find me." Lin Shuchen took a step closer to him, "Anything you want."

"Domain names are always feasts, you really have a lot of obsession." Yao Jianqi drew a circle on the lens of the projector, and the beam of light was interrupted by the trajectory of his fingers.

"If you want to know, I'd be more than happy."

"I'm not curious about you." Yao Jianqi looked up at him, "Only nausea."

"Really." Lin Shuchen didn't look annoyed, but deepened his smile, "You have changed a lot."

Then leaned over, as if discussing a secret with him: "Tell me, who is it?"

Yao Jianqi sneered at his glasses: "You deserve it too."

"That person must be very lucky." Lin Shuchen took off his metal glasses, took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped it lightly, and said with some regret.

Yao Jianqi's eyes fell on the ruined wall at his feet, a wrinkled photo.

He said to himself: "He is still so young."

Lin Shuchen put on his glasses, squinted, and kicked the photo away: "These people have never been important."

"My most perfect work is here." Lin Shuchen looked at him, "Everyone came to see you."

"Look at a clown?" Yao Jianqi laughed twice.

"of course not."

"Or," he looked at Lin Shuchen, "look at his stylist, a lunatic?"

"Jian Chi, you don't need to make me angry on purpose." Lin Shuchen's tone was like that of a mischievous child, using the most restrained patience, "I have no bottom line for you."

A smirk flowed across Yao Jianqi's face.

"After all, don't forget that I am your father." Lin Shuchen emphasized.

Hearing the last two words, Yao Jianqi Yilili opened his mouth and moved, but there was no sound.

Lin Shuchen read it from his air current.

Yourackedme

"I'm very sorry." Lin Shuchen said, "If you can understand me a little bit, it won't be like this, I promise."

Yao Jianqi averted his gaze.

"Dad misses you very much." He talked to Yao Jianqi in a unique dark tone, "I miss our old days. On Thanksgiving, we pulled the turkey's collarbone and got a long one to make a wish. I will tell you the history of Skull and Bones, and teach you to drink the first taste of Mei Si... Of course, I miss the most when developing the film in the red darkroom, and your appearance slowly appeared in the developer..."

Every time he said a word, the blood on Yao Jianqi's face faded a little until there was nothing left.

"Baby, don't be like this." Lin Shuchen seemed quite distressed, and he opened his right hand in a way of presentation, "Here, if these destructions make you a little happier, or don't hate me so much, then it's worth the money." of."

At his feet are delicate wreckage.

"I let everyone go, just the two of us, enough time to catch up."

"Four years." Lin Shuchen stepped forward and raised his arms, "Isn't it worth a hug?"

Yao Jianqi's face did not contain any expression, nor did he speak.

Lin Shuchen took this as a kind of acquiescence, just like they did every time.

He leaned forward and hugged Yao Jianqi.

At the same time, he could feel Yao Jianqi's arms gradually raised, groping behind him from the air.

Lin Shuchen let out a sigh of relief.

It's just that when he was about to kiss Yao Jianqi's cheek as usual, a bloody smell entered his nostrils abruptly.

"See you!"

An unfamiliar voice came from behind, and Lin Shuchen turned his head subconsciously, but the corners of his brows suddenly turned cold, and the sharp corners grazed the temples, severely cutting the skin around his temples.

The dripping blood blurred Lin Shuchen's vision. Through a layer of red mist, he saw Yao Jianqi, who was close at hand, and the glass dagger buried in his hand.

The dagger missed one of the most premeditated attacks, but turned its edge without a pause, and stabbed him in the chest.

Lin Shuchen gripped the dagger-holding wrist, so fragile, but with terrifying strength, all the strength of his body was put on the thorn of the sharp blade, and the coldness penetrated directly into the chiffon fabric.

For a moment, Lin Shuchen thought he would stab his heart.

"Yao Jianqi!"

Until the intruder slammed Lin Shuchen away, wiped his blade, and dragged Yao Jianqi off the high chair, interrupting the sudden assassination.

Yao An grabbed his collar and yelled uncontrollably, "Are you crazy!"

A sharp shard of glass was in Yao Jianqi's hand, but it couldn't fall off because it gnawed too hard on the flesh, and the blood stained his palm helplessly.

Yao Jianqi was held by Yao An, his senses were dull and he didn't feel pain.

"Just a little bit," he said.

Hearing this sentence, Yu Wan stopped a few steps away, her legs trembled, and she couldn't move at all.

"You want...to kill me?" Lin Shuchen stared at Yao Jianqi in disbelief, the specific location of the pain let him know that if it hadn't been interrupted, the piece of glass should have pierced into his temple.

"Hahahahaha..." Lin Shuchen laughed, and looked at everyone present, the rust-colored blood intertwined on his face, like a spider web, "My son wants to kill me."

Yu Wan suddenly rushed forward, slapped him fiercely, and cried hoarsely: "Why did you come back! Why did you come back!"

The world was noisy except for them. In the madness and confusion, Yao An hugged Yao Jianqi silently.

"It's okay, it's okay..." He put his injured hand into the back of his clothes, and kissed his forehead over and over again.

Liu Jue gradually returned to the basket, Yao Jianqi raised his head, looked at the other party with dark eyes: "Yao An, do you want to know?"

"Know what?" Yao An patiently stroked his forehead.

Yao Jianqi's voice was very low, as if he couldn't bear it: "Look here."

After staring at each other for a long time, Yao An finally looked around.

It was a man-made ruin. The display racks were dismembered on the ground, lying horizontally, telling corruption everywhere. There were scattered glass fragments in the ruins, which were scorching hot under the fluorescent lamp.

But none of that matters.

Like clumps of shadows, all kinds of black and white photos collapsed before their eyes, shrunk and enlarged.

The moment he saw it clearly, the blood in Yao An's whole body became cold.

It was countless naked young bodies.

Yao Jianqi picked up the projector that had been left on the side and aimed it at the white curtain.

He leaned on Yao An's shoulder and whispered, "Look, this is me."