Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

The imprint of blood slowly spread from the woman's orange-red kimono, dyeing it in a bright color that was beyond the reach of all paints. She clutched the wound on her shoulder, sat on the ground and stepped back, Tan Liangjing leaned over and raised her chin, Forced to look at each other, she looked in horror at Tan Liangjing's smiling face close at hand.

"Where is Bi Rong?"

The woman shook her head while backing away, Tan Liangjing straightened her waist, and the corners of her mouth were drawn with endless evil meanings, she stood up with difficulty, Bi Rong... had to find a way to tell him not to come back.

The hem of the kimono bound the woman's legs. She ran back desperately with small steps. The wooden clogs made a rapid and feeble sound on the corridor. Her hair was loose, flustered and frightened. Tan Liangjing in the back - he is like a demon who can't get rid of, his pace is neither too fast nor too slow, with a leisurely and elegant rhythm, he is getting closer and closer, as if he is waiting to push you to the end and devour you in one bite.

The woman fell to the ground and got up staggeringly because of more fear than the last moment. In the process of falling and getting up, she opened the door of a bedroom, and then closed the door, delusional to use it. The vulnerable sliding door resisted the demon's footsteps, and before she had a chance to catch her breath, the woman threw herself on the tatami and picked up the phone next to her. She didn't know whether it was due to injury or nervousness, her hands trembled violently. Yi easily dialed Bi Rong's phone number, and the door was already kicked to the point of crumbling.

"Bi Rong... don't come back, don't come back, take our son and escape! Ah--"

The door slammed down, the woman screamed, and the phone in her hand rolled to the side.

Tan Liangjing walked in, with a smile on his face, and approached the woman who had nowhere to retreat step by step. He glanced at the phone that was talking, but didn't care about it, but casually picked up a piece of paper on the ground. Put the folding fan, squat down in front of the woman, and insert the whole fan into the wound on the woman's shoulder.

The woman's screams resounded throughout the Japanese courtyard, causing the last dry leaf of winter to fall from the branches. Tan Liangjing held the handle of the fan and turned it around, stirring in the forced open wound , as if the soul-shattering cry stopped abruptly after only half a sound, the woman passed out, and her body fell to the ground as if without muscles and bones, blood gushed out of the wound happily along the handle of the fan, life goes by...

Tan Liangjing picked up the phone on the ground and ended the call. The voice just now was enough to echo forever in Bi Rong's world.

He stood blankly in the middle of the courtyard, with the lingering voice of his wife in his ears... Bi Rong, don't come back, don't come back, take our son and escape!

No, he still came back. Every time this voice was repeated, Bi Rong became more determined to come back. He had to come back because he was tired and he couldn't compete with a demonized person. He cowardly wanted to escape , I want to end my crimes from here.

He is the source, and when he disappears, only those people affected by misfortune will be left struggling in the whole situation.

The one whose soul was distorted, crazy, and who destroyed everyone was Tan Liangjing who couldn't find his heart.

Because it is the sad Tan Yuran who wants to get love by all means, but keeps creating hate. He is chasing love, and hate is chasing him behind.

Cheng Qiyan seemed to have nothing to do with him, but he lost everyone in this war. When he thought about taking back what belonged to him, how could he still remember that he was no longer the same person he lost, and never again? Can't come back, and what belongs to him in front of him is being destroyed bit by bit by his own hands... But he can't stop, he has no right to stop, because the gear of fate is always turning in the hands of others.

"Hahahaha...hahahahaha..." In the courtyard full of dead cherry trees, Bi Rong's crazy laughter sounded. The house was no longer alive. Bloodstains on the corridor.

Everything, everything started because of him, the inextinguishable lamp called hate was lit by him, now he should stand here and accept the punishment.

Tan Liangjing stood in the middle of the corridor above the steps, and his subordinates stood neatly on both sides of him in two rows, with a solemn expression. He kept opening and closing the brightly colored folding fan in his hand, and cast his eyes lazily on the But Bi Rong was not gentle.

The two men kicked fiercely, and the corpse lying under their feet rolled down the steps. The kimono on the woman was already messed up, but the color was bright. Bi Rong watched helplessly as his wife's body rolled down in circles. In front of himself, he trembling lips wanted to call the woman's name, but he didn't dare to make any sound. He knelt down slowly, hugged his wife's body, and gently brushed away the messy hair covering her face.

The sound of a husband calling his wife pierced the sky, and snowflakes fell from the leaden gray sky at some point, dotted sparsely on the ground. I suddenly thought that the cherry tree came alive.

Tan Liangjing stepped down the steps, his leather shoes ruthlessly stepped on the snow-white ground, and he walked up to Bi Rong—the snow dyed Bi Rong's head white, and it took him a long time to realize that there was someone in front of him, he slowly raised his head, and his pupils had already disappeared. Suddenly, Bi Rong pulled out the dagger he had hidden on his body and stabbed towards Tan Liangjing's heart. As a result, when he was only an inch away from the centrifuge, Tan Liangjing grabbed his hand, and the sharp point of the knife could not advance any further.

Bi Rong's strength turned sharply, and he ran towards his vitals, but death is not so easy. As soon as Tan Liangjing exerted force, Bi Rong felt a tingling pain in his wrist, and his frozen hand could no longer hold the dagger. Weakly fell into the snow.

"Such a quick death is not suitable for you at all." Tan Liangjing's cruel gaze showed a ferocious feeling of grabbing people's hearts, but Bi Rong no longer knew what fear was, and just waited numbly for Tan Liangjing's men to carry him away .

……

Every morning, Tan Liangjing would come first to offer incense to Mr. Tan's mourning hall, without exception.

Today is the same as usual, Tan Liangjing washed his hands in clear water, then held incense near the candle, lit three incense sticks, knelt on the cushion under the mourning hall and kowtowed three times, then stepped forward to insert the incense sticks, everything was as usual .

This place is very peaceful, full of faint and simple atmosphere. Tan Liangjing always asks his servants to clean the place spotlessly clean, and offers fresh fruits every day--the color of the fruits is very pleasing, and there is a plate of newly made pastries in the middle, that is Mr. Tan's favorite food during his lifetime, but today's plate of dim sum is a little unusual. On the neatly stacked exquisite cakes, there is a bloodstained severed finger dotted on top of it.

That was Bi Rong's finger, Mr. Tan's dear illegitimate son!

"Father, you must have seen all this in your eyes, because I always believe that you deserve to die!" Tan Liangjing stood up and patted his knees, "You can enjoy it slowly, I have something to do, come back tomorrow Look at you."

……

In the hospital, Cheng Qiyan was sitting on a bench in the hall, constantly trying the child's forehead temperature.

"Is it still hot?" Ji Chi handed over a bottle of soda water.

"It's much better, but I still don't want to wake up!" Cheng Qiyan looked at the little guy in his arms, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt distressed. Poor little thing, maybe his parents are no longer alive, thinking about it, he couldn't help but let out an inaudible sound sigh.

"Who are those people chasing you?"

Cheng Qiyan turned his gaze to Ji Chi, this young man still loves to smile so much, as if that smile was born by nature, he still cheers up after so many encounters, his warm smile illuminates the darkest corners like the midnight sun, although Knowing that he is in the United States, but did not expect to meet again, let alone in such a way, if it was not for his help just now, this child would not be sleeping peacefully in his arms anymore.

"This child is a treasure, so everyone wants it!" Cheng Qiyan smiled and shook his head. He didn't say who it was, and he didn't want Ji Chi to be involved in this fruitless dispute again. He should be doing well now, right? "It's been more than a year. How are you doing here? I see that you even drove a modified car. It's very nourishing, right?"

Ji Chi shrugged and curled his lips again, "That's not my car, see? I work as a nurse in this hospital, and that car belongs to an employer, and that guy is a racer, and he almost died in a car accident. My life was lost, he gave me permission to open it~"

"Nurse?" Cheng Qiyan raised his eyebrows, noncommittal, thinking that Ji Chi was also the young master of the Ji family who was loved by thousands of people, and now he is willing to put down his body to work as a nurse...

"That's right, why do you look down on me? My salary is very high. It's more than enough to pay for Harvard's tuition. I'm also very happy. I know almost everyone in this hospital..." As he said, Ji Chi He waved to the passing female doctor, and then he snickered and said, "Occasionally take care of one or two wealthy lonely old people, maybe they will give me the inheritance~~haha!"

"Well, that's right, as long as you're happy, by the way, you're good at fighting, when did you learn it?" Cheng Qiyan thumped Ji Chi's broad shoulders.

"I've been studying since I woke up, in order to protect you and my sister, and keep fit..." Suddenly, the smile on Ji Chi's face faded, "Now that my sister is gone, it's enough to protect Qi Yan alone. "

"Go, who wants your protection!" Cheng Qiyan gave Ji Chi a blank look to hide his embarrassment.

"Didn't I protect you just now? I will always remember that if you hadn't awakened me, maybe I would have been a vegetable all my life. Therefore, protecting you is my life's mission. Even if you and your sister keep silent, but some I still know the matter, if you need it, please give me a chance to repay you, okay?" Ji Chi's eyes were serious, and he looked at Cheng Qiyan firmly, wanting to ask for an opportunity.

"Stop talking stupid..." Cheng Qiyan's eyes fled elsewhere.

He suddenly remembered what Wei Fei said: In this world, no one can hurt you except yourself... However, is there anyone who can stop him from hurting himself?