Xingchuan

The night has not yet come, but the unfeeling words are already as dark as the dark night, oppressing one's breath.The two stood facing each other in the living room, completely ignoring Li Wei who might push the door open in the next second.

"I'm here for work, and I don't know..."

Didn't know you didn't want to see me at all.

"You know now?"

Li Xingchuan threw the contract on him, he hurriedly held it down with both hands, but still dropped one.Squatting down to pick it up, the paper was stepped on by the black slippers, and the voice above his head was harsh: "I ask you if you know now."

"Understood, you made it very clear." Ling Yi tried her best to restrain her trembling breathing, "I'll stay in your bedroom for a while, and I'll leave as soon as she leaves, and I won't bother you again after finishing this project."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the contract and ran into the master bedroom. As soon as he closed the door, he heard the sound of a glass being thrown heavily outside.

bang——

Bang-!

A pair of glasses were all smashed by Li Xingchuan.

Ling Yi closed her eyes and leaned back against the door, took several deep breaths, then slid down, buried her head between her legs, and did not lift up for a while.

In the end... Which sentence was wrong, so wrong that Li Xingchuan sentenced him to death?

He couldn't think of it, and regretted the last sentence he said just now: I will never bother you again.To put it lightly, five years is [-] days. The person who waited for so long to meet again will disappear if he says he can't see him?

Not long after, the sound of opening the door came from outside, followed by the sound of conversation, which was vague and not very real.

"What about the cup..."

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"……Just now……"

"Tomorrow you...Little Tree..."

He rubbed his face, got up and sat down at the desk, took out his laptop, and started working in a silent and dark environment.The design sketch of this project has not yet been completed, and now Jiang Hao has let go of it again, and he can only finish the rest, so it is better to finish it quickly and show Xingchuan a look tonight.Let's talk about it later.

There was not much conversation outside during this time.

When he is not angry, Li Wei is a high-level intellectual, with decent manners and gentle speech.The same is true for Li Xingchuan, he is polite and alienated to everyone, rarely really conflicts with anyone, and his words are even more polite.

The whole family is sanctimonious.

Maybe he was helping his son clean up the house, maybe he was cooking for his son, Li Wei stayed for a long time.Ling Yi drew a picture for a while, wanting to move his legs and feet, but just after taking a few steps, the bedroom door was accidentally pushed open, and he hurriedly turned sideways.

squeak-

A small figure flashed in bouncing around.

"what?"

The light on the table caught the children's attention.He rushed over, and just as he made a little noise, Ling Yi, who was lying in ambush, covered his mouth and hugged him.

"Well--!"

"Xiaoshu, it's me, don't make a sound." Ling Yi coaxed softly.

"Hmm...?" Xiaoshu stared into a pair of single-lidded eyes like copper bells, moving back and forth in panic in his arms, breathing all the hot air in his mouth into his palm.

Ling Yi hugged him onto her lap, leaned over and kissed his pouted cheek, "It's uncle, remember? The uncle who likes your biscuits. I'm playing peek-a-boo with your dad, let's see who can find it first who."

"Uncle Biscuit." Xiaoshu blinked, opened his hand with both hands, and said angrily, "Hide-a-cat?"

"Yes." Ling Yi kissed him again, "Want to play?"

Little Tree nodded vigorously.

"Then you can't talk, and you can't tell others where your uncle is after you go out. Can you do it?"

"It can be done, it can be done! But—" Xiaoshu was very excited, sitting on his lap and swinging his legs, raising his arms around his neck, "Uncle Biscuit, I'm so nervous."

"why?"

"Dad is very good at playing games, and he will definitely find us soon."

Ling Yi was stunned and felt amused: "What games do Xiao Shu usually play with his father?"

"Hmm..." Xiaoshu played with the broken hair on the back of his neck, "There are so many."

"for example?"

"For example, who can fall asleep first, and... who can keep silent, and who can go without snacks for a day, there are many!"

After finishing speaking, she pouted unhappy: "Daddy wins every time."

Ling Yi buried her forehead on his small shoulders, and smiled sourly: "Your father is such a bastard."

"what does it mean."

"I mean, your dad is really bad."

"Ah?" The soft fur made his cheeks itch slightly, "Dad is not bad, Dad is very good."

"Does Xiaoshu think so?"

The deep meaning of this sentence is beyond the comprehension of four-year-old children.He wrapped his right index finger from the back of his neck to his mouth, and muttered a few inarticulate syllables, "Daddy will hug me to sleep."

Xingchuan has broad shoulders, and likes to wrap people sideways in his arms on the bed. In summer, his chest is so hot that he almost burns his hands.Ling Yi was quiet for a moment, and said in the softest voice: "He will also hug me to sleep."

Xiaoshu didn't hear it, "Father can still tell me stories."

"What story?"

"Well...the story of a band of robbers in straw hats, rubber figures, long noses, and a fawn."

Ling Yi laughed.Xingchuan actually told Xiaoshu about One Piece as a bedtime story, and even named him "Bandit".

I wanted to come in and watch cartoons on my tablet, but was locked in Uncle Biscuit's arms, and Xiaoshu gradually fell asleep in the dim environment.

"Uncle, I really want to sleep."

Ling Yi hugged him like a crescent moon, let him lie half in her arms, and patted his back lightly, but didn't dare to really let him fall asleep, for fear that the adults outside would not find him in a while.

Ling Yi spoke softly to him: "Xiaoshu, are you asleep?"

"No..." Xiaoshu was confused, "Uncle also tells me stories."

tell a story?

"Uncle can't tell stories."

"No, my uncle tells me stories, and I want to listen to the robber's story."

Ling Yi actually didn't know much about the sailing adventure story.He couldn't help it, and after a while, he said softly: "Then uncle will tell you how the rubber man and the deer met."

"Didn't they know each other at first?"

"Of course, at first they..."

The rubber man and the little deer are people from two worlds at the beginning, and they met by chance.

In Ling Yi's memories, the time went back to six years ago, in Linjiang Central Hospital, there was a boy who just turned 22 years old.

I remember that it was raining heavily that day, but he didn't open an umbrella, he just put on the sweater hat on his head, and his pale cheeks were covered with rain.Before entering the gate of the inpatient department, he stopped to look at the words "Heal the wounded" in red on the top of the building, with deep irony in his eyes.

Save lives and heal the wounded...

He saves people, who saves him?

Stepping into the corridor on the third floor, with a green background and white walls, someone was waiting for him, and he turned his head when he heard footsteps.

He walked over and glanced warily.

A well-maintained woman who looked about forty years old got up calmly from the plastic chair: "Finally figured it out this time?"

"Don't do this." He put down his already wet hat, looked up at the other party, and the corners of his mouth were tense, "Don't think I don't understand anything, I don't have a choice in this matter. If If I don’t agree today, you must have other ways to force me to submit. It’s fine if you want me to undergo surgery, but I want money.”

The corner of the woman's mouth raised, she didn't seem surprised: "Oh? How much do you want?"

"50, not a single point less."

The other party's gaze seemed to be inspecting a piece of garbage that he didn't want to touch, and he slowly walked him from head to toe, "You are not young but you have a big appetite. It costs 50 yuan with one mouth. You didn't say it when I asked you before, but now Mao hastily proposed, where can we get it for a while?"

"Don't cry poor in front of me," he turned his face away bluntly, "50 is nothing to you. I'll give you 10 minutes to think about it, if you want it, if you want it, if you don't want it, I'll go back to school."

It is not difficult to see that he is not proficient in such negotiations, and now he is just putting on a tough air.

"You child is really strange," the woman said in a flat tone, "he is your father, we saved your own father, and asked you to do a little bit of work, but you pushed back and forth. After reading for so many years, my conscience has been read into the dog's stomach .”

After she finished speaking, she shifted her gaze and looked at an indifferent figure in the corner, "Xingchuan, you've never seen such a person before. Society is the best teacher, and today is considered a good day for you."

Only then did he realize that there was a person leaning against the wall.

The man's back was slightly bent, his posture seemed a little lazy, his face was handsome and deep, there was a shadow on the side of the bridge of his nose, and his lowered eyes never looked this way from the beginning to the end.

"Stop talking nonsense, will you give it to me?" He pursed his lips tightly.

"It's okay to ask for money, but I'm worried about you. I'll give it to you after the operation." The woman was so sophisticated.

"How do I know if you will give it to me after the operation?"

"Anyway, I'm your elder, you should trust me."

"I don't trust anyone." He said firmly.

"Okay." The woman seemed to compromise, "50 is not a small amount. I will save it in a card and hand it over to you tomorrow morning. You have to cooperate with the operation as soon as possible after you get the money. Your father's illness can't be delayed any longer. "

"I'll talk about it tomorrow morning when I get the money."

He turned to leave, but was stopped by the other party, "Why do you go? Let's live in now. There is a lot of preparation work before the operation."

"No, I haven't asked the school for leave yet."

But she raised her chin slightly: "This is simple. Son, you go and help Ling Yi. Please take a month off first, and go to the Academic Affairs Office of the Academy of Fine Arts to find your Aunt Zheng. I have already said hello."

Hearing this, the man by the wall finally straightened up, his eyes raised casually, "I have something to do this afternoon."

"The Academy of Fine Arts is not far from Linda University, so it won't delay your business. Mom really can't leave here, so you don't have to come here tonight when it's done."

It also sounds like a quid pro quo.

He frowned and thought for a while, then walked up to Ling Yi: "Mobile phone."

Only then did Ling Yi realize that he was tall and intimidating standing in front of her, so she couldn't help taking a step back vigilantly.

"What?"

He seemed too lazy to talk nonsense, his right hand went straight into Ling Yi's coat pocket.Ling Yi immediately resisted, but he snatched the phone and forced to enter the password.

Ling Yi's chest rose and fell slightly, his face as white as the wall was raised stubbornly, staring at the man who was fiddling with his mobile phone.I saw that the man's neck was cut in the black jacket by something, and the red marks and blood scabs were pulled across the collarbone and neck, and the whole person was inexplicably fierce.

"What are you looking at?" He didn't lift his eyes.

"I didn't see anything." Ling Yi's tone was stiff.

He returned the phone, "The dormitory number was sent to me. If there are things that must be taken, tell them now. If you don't tell me, I will default to not having them."

Ling Yi's body trembled: "You want to restrict my personal freedom?"

"Yeah." The other party didn't lift his eyes, "I still want your life."

Ling Yi's pupils dilated, and his lips paled in an instant.

The other party sneered: "With this little courage, I dare to blackmail like others."

Finished talking and left.

A few seconds later, Ling Yi came back to her senses, looked down at the phone in her hand, and saw that there was an additional name in the contacts: Li Xingchuan.

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