The wicked have their own evil

"Why don't you go up?" Zhang Chi asked.

Zitong turned her face away, not looking at him.

Zhang Chi squinted, really unhappy, if not for his current appearance, he really wanted to turn around and leave.

Zhang Chi forcibly lifted Zitong's face, and saw that his face was pale and slightly pale, and he was only wearing a thin, cool coat, and he didn't know how long he had been outside.

Zhang Chi wanted to lose his temper but couldn't get it out, so he cursed a few words in a low voice, and simply pushed Zitong against the wall, while flipping through his trouser pocket with the other hand.

Zitong pursed her pale thin lips, her eyes narrowed slightly, panicked like a deer, as if she was a lover who was being molested on the street.His voice was hoarse and weak, "What do you think?"

"Find the key for you." Zhang Chi said.

Zitong coughed lightly a few times and said, "No need, you don't care."

Zhang Chi stopped, looked at him with half-closed eyes, and sneered a few times: "Okay, I'm here because I'm crazy." He let go of his hand and took two steps back. In a second, he was grabbed by the hem of his clothes.

Zitong asked in a low voice: "Aren't you at someone else's place? What are you doing here?"

"I can go wherever I want," Zhang Chi looked down at him, always feeling that his face was getting more and more strange, and his eyes were a little slack. He touched his forehead with his backhand, and said with a frown, "the key."

Zitong didn't hesitate much this time, she lowered her head and found the wallet in her trouser pocket. After opening it, there was a bunch of keys hanging on it.

"Go up." Zhang Chi said.

Zitong said helplessly, "I can't walk, please help me up."

Zhang Chi: "You're not lame either."

"I seem to have a fever." Zitong said.

Zhang Chi: "Hand."

Zitong wrapped his arms around his shoulders and helped him up step by step.Zitong turned to look at him, and suddenly asked, "Why did you come here?"

Zhang Chi didn't speak.

Zitong asked again: "Are you worried about me?"

Zhang Chi: "Shut up."

He helped Zitong to the room, took off his shoes, and let him lie on the bed.Zhang Chi turned to leave the door, but was stopped by Zitong, "I want to drink water."

Zhang Chi paused, went out to boil hot water for him, and then came in and asked, "Where is the antipyretic medicine?"

Zitong opened his eyes and said, "I'll just drink some hot water."

Zhang Chi repeated, emphatically speaking, "Medicine."

Based on Zitong's understanding of Zhang Chi, if he doesn't answer, Zhang Chi will have to search his house to find out.

Zitong pointed out, "The second cabinet under the TV."

Zhang Chi went out, helped him bring in the medicine, handed him the water glass, and watched him finish eating.

"Don't leave so fast," Zitong said.

"Took the medicine."

"The water is too hot."

Zhang Chi stared at him intently, feeling a feeling of not knowing what to do.

He obviously hardened his heart and wanted to distinguish the boundaries with him, but there were always unknown emotions affected by him.He knew the importance of today to Zitong, and he still vaguely remembered that Zitong had a fever last time, which was when he came back from the graves of his mother and grandmother.

Zitong held the water glass, blew out a breath, and swallowed the medicine.His facial features are as beautiful as jade, but his face is as pale as mud on the side of the wall.

Zhang Chi really can't figure it out, every time this happens, he always doesn't care about himself.But thinking about it in his heart, he unconsciously said the words.

Zitong lowered her head and said, "I'm just, sad today."

His words directly swallowed what Zhang Chi wanted to say next into his throat.

Zitong gently swung the water glass aside, looked directly at him, and said softly, "I'm not because of my mother, I'm just..."

Zhang Chi didn't speak.

"I'm just scared." Zitong's voice was hoarse, like cold water passing over gravel.

Zhang Chi looked at him and frowned.

Zi Tong didn't know if it was because of illness, he poured out his heart, as if he was going to tell everything.

"I thought that after my mother passed away, there would be nothing more terrifying than this." Zitong clutched the quilt tightly, and the back of his hand suddenly burst into veins, "But no, now you are more."

Zhang Chi's face darkened slightly, "You are sick and need to rest."

As soon as he stood up, Zi Tong suddenly grabbed his arm, whispered, and said softly: "Zhang Chi, didn't you want me to be honest with you before, don't you want to listen now?"

Zhang Chi turned his head slightly, without stopping.

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I know what you're thinking." Zitong pursed her lips, looked up at him who stood up, and said bitterly, "In your heart, I am a betrayer."

"But you're right about one thing. I don't even know what I'm doing wrong." He was silent for a while, and said, "No one ever taught me what to do is the right thing to do."

He put down his hand slowly, and continued: "If my mother was alive, she would definitely teach me, but the last time I saw her was when I was 11 years old," he said with a slight smile on his lips like a memory. Laughing, and then disappeared in an instant, "That Saturday, she promised to take me to Xingyuan to play, bought a lot of food, we were planning a picnic, and we were all ready to go, but two men broke into the door and took me directly to the U.S."

From that day on, his nightmare began.

"I started to live under the eyes of my father, whom I had never met before. On the first day, he told me how I should be an obedient puppet. If I am not obedient," Zi Tong trembled slightly, "I will Throw it into the animal pen, and compete with the animal for food, you have to be ruthless to snatch it."

It turned out that it only took one day to go from the colorful flowers to the blade tree hell.

"I refused at the beginning. My mother raised me so well. How could I endure this life? I cried and begged for mercy, and wanted to go back to my mother." For him, life after the age of 11 was a As if in purgatory, his eyes were reddened with confusion, "Then one day, I found out that both my mother and grandmother were dead. I don't understand, did they do something wrong?"

His mother was very beautiful and young, and when she knew that she was just one of his so-called father's lovers, she left him directly, even though she was pregnant.

But why, in the end, he died in Huangquan.

And he will grow up suffering from the death of his mother and grandmother, and drinking blood.

Zhang Chi frowned slightly, he never knew this.

Zitong paused for a while before continuing: "My father treated me like a chess piece. He only taught me how to take what I want, but he didn't teach me how to treat the person I like," Zitong said lightly. He clenched his fists tightly, looked at him, and his throat trembled slightly when he spoke, "Will you teach me?"

Zhang Chi took a step back, but he would be speechless for a while, and seemed to be unable to breathe, feeling uncomfortable.His mind was extremely confused, and what he said and what he did mixed together, but suddenly formed a key point.

This point kept shaking in his mind, making him want to escape from here.

Zi Tong opened his eyes and looked at him, "Can't you answer me?"

"I..." Zhang Chi said, but suddenly stopped, his voice gradually became deeper, "You just took the medicine, you should be going to sleep."

As he spoke, he simply turned around and left.He walked quickly, as if he wanted to get out of here quickly.

He went downstairs and found that the rain had stopped. He walked slowly to his car before panting hard.

He closed his eyes hard, and he seemed to have been misleading an important point.

What Zitong did three years ago was not because of gangster infighting, not because of his wolf-hearted father, but because of the death of his mother and grandmother.

When he was a child, he had seen his mother, she was a very beautiful and gentle woman.

Zhang Chi clenched his fists fiercely, his eyes were suddenly bloodshot, with a hint of sudden pain.

In fact, he didn't believe that Shen Hua would deal with the old and the weak, women and children, but what happened to the internal strife that year.