Little Slag Rebirth

Midnight, the Tang family villa.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent, and the occasional chirping of insects comes from nowhere, making it even more lonely and panicky.

In the room, the boy who was supposed to be sleeping on the bed suddenly sat up. The last strong sense of weightlessness in the dream made him gasp for breath. It's been a long time... I haven't had this dream.

In the dream, I was strangled by someone behind me with an iron chain. It was a pair of beautiful hands with slender and thin bones. Because of the force, the white fingers were almost transparent, revealing a fragile but stubborn beauty. It was just the middle finger of the left hand. It was truncated abruptly at the root, which added a bit of incompleteness to this beauty, but made it even more unique.On the ring finger next to the missing finger, there is a bright blood red tattoo. The pattern looks like a group of flower branches. It stretches out the branches and covers the slender and white knuckles enchantingly, which is strange but attractive.

After looking carefully, I realized that it was two cursive characters - Yufeng, his name.

The person behind him is breathing lightly and quickly, and the scorching body temperature is transmitted through the tightly pressed bodies of the two, which makes the back scalding hot, which is in stark contrast to the cold metal on the neck. It is clearly a dream, but it feels so real And strong.

Then......

The sound of gunfire, the sound of breaking glass, the sound of howling wind.

And the hoarse and decisive words of the man behind him, "Come with me, go to hell."

It was a teenager's voice, he knew it.

This dream had been repeated so many times that he began to give up thinking deeply about its meaning, and even in the dream he could calmly think about what would happen next.

He will fall from the sky with the boy behind him, and then... wake up from the dream.

White and slender fingers brushed the corners of his eyes, under the pale moonlight, the young man's face was somewhat gloomy.He has not dreamed for a long time, and since the woman left, he has never had a dream again.

When the woman was still there, he would run to find her every time he had this dream. At that time, Tang Yufeng was too young and naive, and he didn't know how to hide his weaknesses where others couldn't see them.Little Tang Yufeng asked the woman with red eyes: "Why do I always have the same nightmare?" The woman casually looked at her bright red nails, and replied: "That's because you haven't grown up yet." He asked again: " Then when will I grow up?" The woman just laughed.

Tang Yufeng will never forget the woman's eyes at that time in his life. She looked at him with interest, but there was no emotion in her beautiful eyes.

Later, the woman left.

After that, Tang Yufeng thought many times, it turns out that this is growing up.

Empty and lonely, not even a nightmare.

The arc of the boy's mouth was cold and stiff, which was really ironic.

So... what is the reason for this dream?He thought of the scorching body temperature from the person behind him when he was close to him, maybe it wasn't all a nightmare.

For some reason, Tang Yufeng suddenly remembered the child he met in the school woods today.

When passing through the woods, I glanced at it casually, but I didn't expect such a scene——

The child leaned against the tree and fell asleep. The light golden sunlight was cut into pieces by the leaves and reflected on the child's carefree and innocent face. Where the wind passed by, the branches swayed gently, and the light and shadow on the child's face also rippled.His sleeping face is comfortable and content, and even the time around him is warm and quiet, without any worries in the world.

In Tang Yufeng's more than ten years of memory, there has never been such a peaceful and peaceful time.

He couldn't help but stop gently, looking at the confused and ignorant look of the child when he woke up, his heart moved slightly, and when the consciousness came to him, he had already come to the child.The child didn't seem to see him, and was still walking staggeringly, but bumped into himself.

He watched the child apologize in a hurry, probably because he just woke up, his soft voice was a little hoarse, and his confused and guilty look made people feel distressed and at the same time couldn't help but want to bully him.Unexpectedly, the child who was still confused before showed a frightened expression when he saw his face, and the small arm in his hand trembled almost imperceptibly.

The next moment, the child suddenly pushed himself away vigorously and ran away.

Tang Yufeng raised his eyebrows in surprise. He has always shown a gentle look on weekdays and has always been very popular. Even if he is not likable, he will not be hated.Moreover, the child was clearly—afraid of himself.

It's really... Interesting, the first time we meet, you're so afraid of yourself?However, even though he was too afraid to tremble uncontrollably, the child finally had the courage to push himself away, with such strength that he hardly seemed like a child.

Tang Yufeng was in a trance for a moment. In the dream that was repeated countless times, the person behind him was also trembling slightly, and the scorching body temperature was transmitted to his body, which made him feel the conflicted and intense emotions of that person—— So fearful, yet so determined.

Rather, go to hell with yourself.

Fragile and stubborn, fearful and brave, they seem to have a contradictory charm, which makes people want to get closer and understand.

I want to get closer... Tang Yufeng lowered his eyes to cover the complicated thoughts in his eyes, that child is such an existence to me, what should I do?

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Tang Yufeng tapped lightly on the dark and clean desktop, and said casually, "Is today's board meeting over?"

On the opposite sofa was a man wearing sunglasses. On his bronze-colored resolute face, there was a hideous scar slanting across his forehead. His hair was cut very short, and the strong roots stood upright.The hostile man replied flatly, "Yes."

Tang Yufeng raised the corner of his mouth playfully, "What do those old guys say?"

The man put it succinctly, "They think you're not old enough to be convincing."

"Think I'm young? Hehe..." The pair of seemingly gentle eyes narrowed into sharp arcs, "It's just that they are reluctant to part with the benefits in their hands. After so many years, they should have had enough. They are insatiable and want to give costly."

The man was silent, seemingly indifferent.

"Then let's get started, Tang Xin. It's time to bring back [Jing Lin], after all, it was my father's life's hard work."

Hearing the last sentence, the stagnant gaze behind the man's sunglasses finally became turbulent, and he remembered that the man had said softly: "It's good to think about the garden quietly, and good things in the world can't be forgiven." He asked himself, "Tang Xin, what do you say about me?" Can the company be called [Jinglin]?"

Tang Yufeng got up and walked out, "You're going to see him later, I'll be with you."

The tall man stood up neatly and followed silently.

On the large white hospital bed, a man was lying quietly. The sunlight fell through the window on that handsome and elegant face, creating a layer of soft light.

He has been sleeping peacefully like this for many years, ignorant of the world and carefree.

A boy with a face similar to his was wiping his hands with a warm wet towel, "Father, [Jinglin] will be taken over by me soon, but those old guys who like to make small plans are a bit annoying, I really don't know How could you bear it back then..."

Tang Yufeng looked at the ignorance of the people on the hospital bed, and suddenly said: "Maybe, I envy you, so you can sleep like this without caring about anything..." Qingrun's brows and eyes suddenly condensed, and suddenly became Cold and treacherous, "But I'm not you after all, and I won't become someone like you. Tang Xin is right, that woman's blood flows in my body, and I have her cruelty, viciousness, scheming and cunning, even No matter how much you look like you, it's just a superficial appearance."

"So, how could I be comfortable before seeing that woman fall hard into the dust."

"What she owes me, what she owes us, I want her to repay with what she cares most about!"

After Tang Yufeng left, the hostile man started to do what he had to do every day. The broad palms that had held knives, guns, and blood stained were gently pressing, kneading, and holding the sleeping man at this moment, and the stimulation had already begun to shrink. His muscles, those quiet eyes behind the sunglasses are focused and soft, he carefully grasped the force, as if the man on the bed complained as before: "Are you massaging or murdering, yo, I Your shoulder is almost broken by your 'gentle' pinch!"

At that time, he was not called Tang Xin, and he was picked up half-dead from the street by that man.In his previous cognition, there was never any good thing for free, so he was about to leave after being raised in that person's house for a few days and barely able to move.

The man looked at him accusingly with a [how can you be ignorant] expression, "Your injury is not healed yet, if you want to leave, it's not too late to leave after your injury is healed."

He asked vigilantly and alienated: "Why do you want to save me? This is of no value at all, and I can't give you anything."

The man scratched his head, "I can't just stand by and watch you dying on the side of the road. What are you thinking, I don't want your benefit, just for peace of mind, or if I dream in the middle of the night and see a How scary to see a bloodied man lying on the side of the road."

He still didn't believe that in this world, there is nothing good without a reason. If he was really stupid enough to believe such stupid words, he would have died many times already.

Later, he believed that there really is such a person in the world, who is smart but soft-hearted, who is obviously talented but doesn't care for fame and fortune. He is really a...fool.As long as that person can be a little more vigilant and defensive, he won't be harmed by that woman like this.

But, this is him, the only person he knows.

"Well, actually, I really have something to do for you." The man sighed helplessly, but there was a sly smile on his clear eyebrows, "Come on, give me a massage, today worn out."

"..."

"What's your name?"

"..."

"Oh, did you forget?" The man said to himself, "I'll call you Tang Xin, Xin, the sound is the same as Xin, which means that everything will be fine in the future." He said the last sentence seriously and firmly, Looking over with clear eyes, it seemed to see through everything.

Will everything be alright...

You know, now that I know how to massage, it won't hurt you anymore.

Even what you say is "the worst massage technique in the world" can get better, Tang Yi, when will you get better?when will you wake up to me again

Said "Tang Xin, your massage skills suck!"

That way, I can retort to you, "I'm doing really well now."

Because, during the days when you were asleep, I have practiced for too long.

The author has something to say: Regarding the article [Why Tang Zha's sisters want you to take lunch):

A certain Bai [heavy sigh]: "Xiao Tang, my relatives have responded very enthusiastically to you recently..."

Tang Yufeng [Akimbo proudly]: "Hahaha!!! How about it, you are all overwhelmed by the powerful aura of this BOSS~ I am convinced~ I am intoxicated~"

A certain white-_-|||: "Yes, yes, I am so impressed that I hope you will get the lunch right away..."

Tang Yufeng (#‵′) protruded: "You, the unscrupulous author, arranged such a bitter and bloody setting for me, otherwise, would my personality be distorted, would it be?!"

A certain white [wouldn’t it be...]: "Currently you have the following choices for your bento: [-], be thrown out of the earth by your elder brother; [-], be humanely destroyed by the World Peace Organization; [-],..."

Tang Yufeng: "You unscrupulous author, don't talk to yourself!!"

PS: [Cover your face] Thanks to Xiaoxianger and Taoli Chunfeng for a glass of wine (Tucao mulberry?) Mines, the first time I was thrown a landmine, I said that I am so happy that I can go straight to the table...(╮ (︶︿︶)╭The author smoked again)

Tang Yufeng was so perverted in his previous life (Tang Zha: Hey!), ahem, there is actually a reason, but it is more complicated, and I will reveal it bit by bit in future articles.

As for the update issue, we thought about it for a while, and tentatively decided to update it every other day on weekdays and every day on weekends.Well, there are already quite a few characters on stage, [clench fists], let's hold!

In addition, dear friends, if you are unfortunate enough to step on the thunder, you can complain to your heart's content. If the internal injury is really serious, Sajia will try hard to write a small theater, Shun Shunmao or something...