Continuously

"That makes me regret a little bit." Yao Jianqi finally said.

Silence returned to him.

"Are you asleep?"

"..."

"Then, good night."

Yao Jianqi turned around under the quilt, and the wind came in narrowly through the gap, cooling his back, and he couldn't help but shuddered a few times.

Before he could shrink back, a hot chest covered him, firmly encircling him from behind.

Yao An also pinched Yao Jianqi's perennially cold soles between his legs, pulled the quilt tightly, but didn't say a word.

Yao Jianqi pursed his mouth soundlessly at night, before he could open his mouth in time, a drop of tears that was equal to the heat of a hug, or even hotter, hit the back of his neck and flowed down the line of his shoulders.

After being dazed for a while, he lowered his head and stroked the thickly bandaged hand on his waist.

7 hours ago.

Yao An's gaze almost burned a hole in the curtain in front of him.

"Unfortunately, there are no more." Lin Shuchen said solemnly, "You didn't burn more than those films."

"You bastard, shut up!" Yu Wan shouted sharply, grabbing the photo frame at hand and throwing it at her.

Lin Shuchen turned a deaf ear to her accusation, and felt pain too.Just like four years ago, he raised his finger and kicked her out of the door, saying, what can you do?

Yao Jianqi didn't look at them, but looked up at Yao An's expression.

He seemed to have called him, but he couldn't remember, but Yao An didn't hear it.

In fact, from the moment Yao An's eyes touched the curtain, he couldn't hear anything.

He didn't know how sad and unfamiliar his face was at the moment, so when Yao Jianqi couldn't help reaching out to touch his face, he reflexively grabbed the other's hand, like holding an olive that was too young Leaves.

He puts down his leaves.

Yao An stood up very slowly, as if frozen, and withdrew from the hug.But he passed so fast that Lin Shuchen had no time to react, and he had already been thrown under him.

A man of similar stature, between a teenager and an adult, was so strong that the back of Lin Shuchen's head was directly blunt on the ground, and his eyes were blurred.

Immediately afterwards, he was hit hard on the face.

Yao An grabbed Lin Shuchen's neck and punched him down, his glasses shattered, and the piece of resin pierced his hand, but he couldn't feel anything, he just used violence numbly and cold-bloodedly, the stronger the better, the bleeding The more blood the better.

Lin Shuchen couldn't open his eyes, his inactive body was completely unable to cope with such a sudden and violent rout, he instinctively raised his arms to cover, but his fists landed on the top of his head, chest, and ribs, bringing endless torture without any trace. There is no fatigue, and it will always be heavier than the last punch.

Lin Shuchen roared, but he was also laughing. A strong fishy smell wafted from his throat, making him cough continuously.

But soon he couldn't even cough.

Yao An pinched Lin Shuchen's neck with both hands, all his strength was in his hands, and he kept squeezing tightly. Lin Shuchen opened his mouth wide, but couldn't grab a trace of air. His survival instinct still prompted him to break Yao An's hand and claw at it with his nails. He, but those hands were like steel bars and couldn't move the slightest.

Lin Shuchen fumbled around on the ground beside him, and found a few pieces of broken glass. He clenched it tightly and stabbed it at the back of Yao An's hand.

But he couldn't feel even the slightest tremor.

His dilated pupils finally gradually saw the person on top of him, another person who wanted him to die.

With only a few senses, Yu Wan finally realized something and knelt down beside Yao An in a panic: "Let go, he's dying..."

Yao An couldn't hear her words like a stone statue, he didn't move, except for his blood-stained hands.

He was really red-eyed, wishing he could press his fingers into his neck, as long as this person could not breathe.He also really felt that it was not Lin Shuchen who was being strangled, but himself.

Yu Wan looked at the suddenly unfamiliar Yao An, and couldn't help but feel scared. The more she called his name and shook his shoulders, the more indifferent he became.

Lin Shuchen's pupils gradually slackened, and his consciousness became blurred until there was only a white light in front of his eyes. He slowly let go of his hands and dropped them, on the verge of complete suffocation.

"elder brother."

That was the only word Yao An heard.

His shoulders trembled, like a person who has regained his sense of hearing, at a loss, uncertain, belatedly aware, overjoyed and saddened.

Yao Jianqi groped every knuckle of Yao An, loosened it little by little, held it, and carefully wiped his fingers with the hem of his white clothes.

Lin Shuchen's lungs were suddenly filled with oxygen. He turned over and lay down on the ground, coughing and breathing heavily, and the blood in his mouth was all coughing up on the ground.

Yao An was awakened by the sound of his breath, he got up eagerly, but Yao Jianqi hugged him tightly, hugged him back, put his head on his shoulder and patted him gently: "Don't be angry, don't be angry..."

Yao An shook his head desperately, trying to stand up, but subconsciously afraid of hurting him.

There was a force rushing through his body, causing him to lose his balance and fall, helpless, and he said, "You let go, please let go..."

"Not good." Yao Jianqi stroked his back and said, "If you leave, who will take me home."

Yao An could hear every word he said, but there was never a single word that made him so sad.

He froze on the spot, like a cluster of chains that had collapsed.

Yao Jianqi took a long, deep breath and said slowly and solemnly, "Take me home, okay?"

He couldn't see Yao An's expression, so he added as if he was afraid of losing his mind: "Are you okay?"

After a long time, so long that the cough and the chandelier have become distant, the night seems to be wider, and it will sweep them away.

On the night when Yao Jianqi called his brother for the first time, Yao An suddenly hugged him tightly, pressed his eyes hard on his shoulders, and whimpered like a beast.

He never thought it would hurt him so much.

Lin Shuchen lay on his back, trying to open his eyes, but the tingling and swelling on his eyelids forced him to give up. He had to touch the hot and cold empty metal frame, and sneered ironically.

The smile didn't extend, partly because of a facial nerve disorder, and partly because of a shoe on his chest.

"Can we talk now?" Lin Shuchen asked.

Yao An stepped on it, and he convulsed.

A hand reached into his left pocket, took out the mobile phone connected to the projector, and opened the photo album.

Yao Jianqi's eyes and fingertips paused on the photo, as if silently watching his childhood through a long time and space.

"It's not pretty at all," he said.

Lin Shuchen opened his mouth with twitching pain, and said persuasively, "Of course not, you..."

"I'm talking about you." Yao Jianqi said calmly, "No matter what you shoot, it won't save you from being mediocre."

Lin Shuchen's face cracked for the first time that night. He seemed to argue, but also seemed to be hit.

The surroundings fell silent, and after confirming that he would not speak again, Yao Jianqi leaned over slightly and said, "I called the police on the way here."

Lin Shuchen moved his body, as if he didn't understand why.

At this time, he seemed to hear a hard and short sharp siren, far away, like a hallucination.

"Is that the end?" He asked a little dull and old.

Yao Jianqi didn't give Lin Shuchen any more eyes, and slowly straightened his back.

"It's cold on the ground." Yao An stretched his arm under Yao Jianqi's armpit and helped him up.

Yao Jianqi frowned when he saw that Yao An didn't touch his broken palm.

Therefore, he entered the next context without hindrance, held Yao An's wrist and said, "Let's go to the hospital."

Failed to move, Yao Jianqi raised his eyes and saw that Yao An increased the strength of his feet, and Lin Shuchen was completely tired of resisting except for groaning in pain.

"You are that child..." Lin Shuchen managed to force out a sentence.

Yao An lowered his eyes, and once again had the ruthless desire to crush his bones.

Until Yao Jianqi approached, leaned against him, and said, "Let's go."

"If you testify," Lin Shuchen said hoarsely behind them, "I think I will admit it."

Thick blackness engulfed the ground, except for a large flame of burning garbage. Yu Wan rolled down the car window and watched from a distance the two figures whose backs had been erased by the smoke.

Yao Jianqi emptied the only photo, clutched the edges, and the meridians on the back of his hand gradually emerged.

The words he said before he left were: "I hope that's the last time we see each other."

Yao An held his hands together, the four forces superimposed, and the pitch-black curtain finally snapped.

At that moment, something flashed past the corner of his eyes, Yao Jianqi thought it was a crystalline shard, but when it slid down to his jaw, he realized it was tears.

It turned out to be tears.