Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

Cheng Qiyan suddenly pushed Tan Yuran away, his eyes hurt from the bright red thorn in the flush toilet, what else could it be if it wasn't a fire demon?

It turned out that breaking it was like a heart-wrenching pain. Li Li could give his life for that thing, but in exchange for it, its final destination is - flushing the toilet!

Cheng Qiyan blinked suspiciously, and looked at Tan Yuran in confusion, wanting to get an explanation, "What is that red thing? Don't tell me it's toilet perfume, let alone you have hemorrhoids." Cheng Qiyan began to calm down again , whenever he reached the limit of his endurance, he would be so calm, so cold... so cold that even his words seemed to be telling cold jokes.

Tan Yuran was a little worried, he wanted to grab Cheng Qiyan's hand.

Once touched, Cheng Qiyan reacted violently as if being pricked by a needle. He dodged Tan Yuran's hand, and then slapped him in the face with a backhand. The palm force of a man when he is angry is enough to slap a person until the corner of his mouth cracks.

Tan Yuran wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and there was already a burst of fishy sweetness in his mouth.He was silent, which made Cheng Qiyan even more angry.

"It's worthless to you, isn't it?" Cheng Qiyan kicked the flush toilet lightly, the water in it rippled slightly, and the light of the fire demon turned the water red, swaying like a wave of blood Open, like a devil with a bloody mouth wide open, laughing wildly at you.

Cheng Qiyan kept asking questions, but Tan Yuran didn't answer. In fact, there was no need for him to answer. Cheng Qiyan had thought about every detail in his mind many times, but now it was just connected together, like a difficult brain puzzle. Taking a sharp turn, the answer is reasonable, but unexpected.

"Actually, your injection of ice burial was fake at the beginning, right? Young Master Tan is so charming, Ji Lan died for you, right?" Cheng Qiyan lit a cigarette and paced around the open space in the bathroom, like an emotional teacher Like speaking to students, there is a kind of nervous excitement in the eyes.

Yes, Ji Lan can die for him, what can't he do for him?

If you can't get rid of ice burial, you can only live for five years at most--Cheng Qiyan has repeatedly compromised on this sentence, and every time he thinks that his time is not long, he will ignore everything and write off all old and new debts, just like Wei Fei said: you To be so cheap for him?

It was only three days ago that Cheng Qiyan knew that there was such a thing as fire demon in the world. Hearing Xin Xue say that this thing can cure the poison of ice burial, it was more pleasant than discovering the New World. Thinking about it now, it's so funny, so ridiculous!

"Tan Yuran, you already knew about this thing! You have a lot of money, so buying this so-called life-saving straw must be as easy as collecting waste products, right?"

In fact, it is true that Tan Yuran injects ice burial, otherwise he would not be able to act to that level every time the drug addiction occurs, but the drug can be relieved at any time, and the deadline is just a day without pain or itching, and the fear of life is all an illusion.

It turned out that everything was fake. The mysterious package that Cheng Qiyan received just now actually contained a very simple content, which was to present to Cheng Qiyan a deal between Tan Yuran and his old friend Locke Feng. He still remembers that The memory of hypnosis, the plot, the plot, the memory that almost drove him crazy, he thought it was a nightmare, but unexpectedly, even his own nightmare was written by Tan Yuran himself.

And after waking up, it was ten thousand times more terrifying than any nightmare.

Cheng Qiyan tore up the script written on the paper and rushed home, only to see such a scene.

"Let's end here Tan Yuran, your poison is no longer poison, then there is no need to maintain our so-called relationship..." Yes, even if the reason at the beginning is not valid, how can we continue?

"Qiyan, don't..." Tan Yuran failed to hold down Cheng Qiyan's hand, the flush switch was pressed, and the water formed a rapid vortex, dragging the bottle of magic liquid into the dirty sewer, and even With the sincerity that Cheng Qiyan offered with both hands, it became trash.

"Qi Yan, don't go, listen to my explanation." Tan Yuran pressed the doorknob of the bathroom, his eyes were full of pain, but, just like his convulsions during drug addiction, the illusion was so gorgeous, but the truth It was just dirty things in the flush toilet, he blocked Cheng Qiyan's way, but Cheng Qiyan didn't hesitate at all, and bumped his knee against Tan Yuran's soft stomach.

He bent down to cover his stomach, and Cheng Qiyan was about to leave again, so he quickly bound his waist with his arms, but he couldn't fight back, no matter how Cheng Qiyan hit him, he wouldn't let go.

Even the illusion at that moment made Cheng Qiyan think that they were one and they were destined to be unable to escape, but he wanted to challenge this abominable fate. Cheng Qiyan hit Tan Yuran's chest with his elbow, again and again, without any mercy, He was serious. If he was given a knife now, he might be able to insert it into Tan Yuran's chest without hesitation.

There was no words, only the sound of violent body collisions between men was heard in the small space, Tan Yuran could hardly stand it anymore, but his hands did not relax, the firmness and despair in his eyes were combined, it was death that could not be solved The knot was untied, and the two fell to the ground together. After rolling a few times, Cheng Qiyan was still firmly suppressed by Tan Yuran.

The heavy breathing that was about to suffocate, and the eyes that were on the verge of explosion made Cheng Qiyan not want to succumb to this man. He picked up the cigarette butt that was still on the ground and burned it directly at Tan Yuran's eyeballs.

Tan Yuran didn't dodge or close his eyes, he looked at the sparkling cigarette butt, as if he was watching a poisoned arrow shoot at himself, he just had to delay time, but never thought of lying If you can help yourself escape from guilt, you will have many, many debts in the future, and you will not be able to repay them in your entire life.

The smell of burnt flesh dissipated, and a wisp of green smoke seemed to rise. Cheng Qiyan slammed the cigarette butt out. In the corner of Tan Yuran's eye, for some reason, it was offset by a centimeter, just missing the position of the eyeball.

Not being able to bear is being mean, being soft-hearted is being mean, holding grudges for a lifetime is being mean, being ruthless but feeling heartache is also being mean--Cheng Qiyan hated such a self, he took advantage of Tan Yuran's negligence due to pain and pushed him away violently, as if to escape He rushed out of his home, the place where he lured wolves into the house and buried his feelings.

It was as if a lunatic ran out of the quiet neighborhood, at such a desperate speed, as if running for his life, he didn't know where to go, he ran, and the place fell silent again.

Tan Yuran was only one step late, but he didn't even see Cheng Qiyan's figure. He kept turning around in the open ground, as if he was surrounded by Cheng Qiyan's loud questioning, what did he lose? He lost his heart, his soul. Lost... such a body with nothing left, where will it go?

Tan Yuran's exhaled breath had already formed a white mist in the early winter, as if trying to evaporate all the heat in his body, he began to feel cold all over his body, whether it was caused by the ice burial or the cold heart, he couldn't tell the difference, he just felt Cold, until the dark eyes were covered with a layer of cold frost, Tan Yuran fell to the ground, curled up, bent as if to break the bones, just wanted to find a trace of warmth, but every inch of skin, Every blood vessel, even every cell was frozen, freezing cold from the inside out.

The scald at the corner of his eye hangs there like an indelible tear of blood, and with his master's empty eyes looking at the surrounding world, Qi Yan loses his heart and soul here, he is looking at himself, seeing with...

But why doesn't he come out?

Oh, by the way, he must have thought it was a fake, a fake, a play is a play after all, no matter if it is performed with sincerity or filled with well-prepared props, it is still a play, and it can only be exchanged for a moment to stop and watch And a little sympathetic tears when it was touching, but who knows that the sword piercing the chest piercing out from behind the curtain is real?

The audience broke up, only he shed blood on the stage, and he will not come back...

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The first snow of this winter fell slowly, covering Cheng Qiyan's hair. He sat on the cold ground, leaning against Mo Bingyan's tombstone. From a distance, he looked like a white-haired old man, lonely, lonely, There was no sign of life, and he didn't move at all.

He's fine, but his hands and feet are stiff, he can't move, and he doesn't want to move, his face is lovingly pressed against the tombstone, his expression is as close to his lover's face as he was when he first fell in love, very satisfied... But the uneasy throbbing is gone .

She knew everything, but always kept silent and brought everything underground.

"Is it... I haven't been a good husband, you want to push me to him and be punished?"

She remained silent, and looked at the world with a heartless smile.

Cheng Qiyan wanted to cry, but the too cold night froze his tear glands, "I'm sorry, I'm not qualified, I'm not qualified to ask you like this..."

Cheng Qiyan kept talking to himself, he didn't quite understand what he was talking about, and slowly, his eyes became a little slack, he was tired, so he just fell asleep like that, using the tombstone as a bed, and snow as a quilt... …

The snow is falling more and more, the heartache is spreading, soaking the limbs and bones, and then being sealed in the body forever, feeling the pain over and over again, chewing on the pain bit by bit until it becomes numb.