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Darkness, boundless darkness.

"woke up?"

Someone slapped him on the face mercilessly, and said with a sneer, "Now that you know how to pretend to be dead, aren't you usually quite capable?"

Who is speaking?

The brain seemed to be rusted, the pain was accompanied by drowsiness, Jiang Jing's eyelids moved, but he didn't even have the strength to open them.

Isn't he on his way to the hospital?How is this going?

There was a momentary blank in Jiang Jing's mind, and it took a while before he recalled the last sentence the driver asked him last night: "Are you Jiang Jing?"

The voice was low and unfamiliar, making people shudder.

The moment he realized something was wrong, Jiang Jing only had time to glance at the driver and recognized him as the man in the supermarket before.

He didn't realize what happened after that, and now is when he wakes up.

Could it be that he was kidnapped?

Jiang Jing opened his eyes suddenly, and the unbearable pain swept his whole body in the next second, making him frown and grunt.

He was panting quickly, and a figure was reflected in his blurred vision, squatting in front of him, flicking soot on his face in his spare time.

The light was a little dim, Jiang Jing squinted his eyes, and his voice was so hoarse: "Feng Yuan?"

"How about it, you didn't expect it to fall into my hands, did you?" Feng Yuan spat smoke on his face, seeing Jiang Jing coughing non-stop, he smiled happily twice.

Knowing it was him, there was no fluctuation on Jiang Jing's face, he closed his eyes and held back his cough, and said after a while, "What do you want to do?"

Feng Yuan clapped his hands and stood up, turned around and took two steps, then suddenly turned back and kicked Jiang Jing hard, shrugged and said, "Nothing to do, just play with you."

Jiang Jing hadn't eaten since he got home, and his body was extremely weak. He almost fainted from the pain when he kicked him like this.

His hands and feet were tied with ropes, his arms were tied behind his back, and he was curled up on the ground. His back was a cold wall, and he could even feel the cold wind whistling in.

This place is probably an abandoned factory, the moldy walls are mottled and peeling off, and the surrounding windows are sealed, except for a skylight above the head.

The school uniform on his body could no longer see its original color, and it carried an unspeakable smell, rushing straight into his nostrils.

Jiang Jing struggled to sit up, endured his dizziness and said, "Kidnapping is against the law, so let me go quickly."

Feng Yuan was sitting on a stool, playing with a wooden stick in his hand, and staring at him straight on his knees: "You let me let you go? You really take yourself seriously."

"If you don't let me go, just wait to get into trouble." Jiang Jing leaned against the wall, panting, "I've always wanted to ask, why are you so hostile to me? You can't shake it off like a dog's skin plaster."

"Because I hate you."

"I hate people like you the most." Feng Yuan tilted his head, with sarcasm and hatred on his face: "Why are you higher than others when you are born? Why can you get it without doing anything?" everything?"

"No, did you misunderstand me?" Jiang Jing was a little amused, "Do I look superior?"

Feng Yuan didn't answer his question, but shook his head and said dreamily: "You don't understand at all... You haven't slept in a trash can, you haven't snatched food from wild dogs, and you haven't had to steal it because you can't eat. He looked at Jiang Jing's slightly stunned expression, with hatred and helpless sadness, "It's hard to imagine that when you are rich and well-fed, there are still people living such a life in the world."

"..." Jiang Jing was silent for a moment, he really couldn't imagine it.

He has never experienced hardships in life since he was a child. Although Jiang Zheng didn't care enough for him, he never treated him materially harshly.

"Forget it, let me tell you what to do." Feng Yuan pressed his forehead, stared at him with red eyes, and said, "I just don't like you, I just want to torture you, how about it?"

"It's not good, I can't run now." Jiang Jing rolled his dark eyes, as if chatting with him calmly, "Where's the other person? Where's the driver?"

Feng Yuan put away his casual expression, tapped the wooden stick in his hand, and then suddenly threw it at Jiang Jing in the next second!

Jiang Jing turned his head quickly in response, and the heavy wooden stick left a red mark on his neck, which swelled up visibly to the naked eye.

"Shut up, you don't deserve to ask him!" Feng Yuan picked up the wooden stick, still unrepentantly punching his thigh, Jiang Jing's whole body trembled.

fuck.

Jiang Jing raised his head and clenched his teeth, the veins popping up on his forehead.

Feng Yuan lowered his head to appreciate his painful expression, tilted the wooden stick, and pressed it viciously between his legs: "You said that if I try hard, you won't be able to harden again?"

Jiang Jing laughed shortly: "Try it, if you have the ability to kill me here, or when I go out, I will destroy you with my own hands."

"Do you think I dare not?"

Feng Yuan moved closer to his face, suddenly stretched out his hand to grab his neck, and slowly tightened his fingers.

His eyes were tearing apart, and he stared at Jiang Jing: "You want to die, right? I'll satisfy you."

The increasingly strong sense of suffocation made Jiang Jing unable to make a sound, as if the cold and stinging sea water gradually overflowed the top of his head, leaving only the noisy roar in his ears.

The moment he lost consciousness, a cell phone rang suddenly to break the silence.

Feng Yuan came back to his senses, loosened his fingers, and Jiang Jing slid against the wall and fell to the ground.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and his condensed face softened for a moment.

"Hello? Bro."

I don't know what the other party said, but his expression changed suddenly, and he stood up abruptly.

"Already called the police."

Xu Shao put away his mobile phone and sat beside Ji Shurong with a solemn expression: "The police said they will search immediately, let us wait for news."

Ji Shurong's side face was tense, and the drooping eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes.

Sitting opposite him, Jiang Zheng patted the armrest of the sofa heavily, took a sip of the hot tea handed by He Yan, and said angrily, "Why is he so uneasy, where did he go?"

"Don't talk about Xiaojing like that." He Yan frowned, and said in a worried tone, "What if something happens..."

She didn't go on, just sighed.

The living room fell into silence for a while. Ji Shurong hadn't said a word since he came in. He stared down at the void, blinking for a long time.

Jiang Zheng kept his eyes on him, and after a long time, he said, "You are much older than Xiaojing, he is not sensible, so don't you?"

Ji Shurong clasped his hands tightly, his knuckles turned white, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry."

"Don't tell me this!" Jiang Zheng roared uncontrollably, and threw the teacup on the table, splashing the tea, "If you really feel sorry, break off with him quickly, and go to the doctor if you are sick. Huho others."

Ji Shurong didn't speak.

"I'll transfer him to another school. You don't want to see him in the future." Jiang Zheng continued, "Why don't you get married and have children at your age, what are you doing with a high school student? Do your parents agree? Do I agree! "

These words were like knives, piercing Ji Shurong's heart precisely, making his face paler.

Yang Xiao frowned, and wanted to interrupt several times, but was pushed back by Xu Shao.

If Ji Shurong wanted to be with Jiang Jingan safely, Jiang Zheng had to overcome this hurdle, and no one else could intervene.

Ji Shurong sat quietly, and said after a while: "I won't break up with him."

"You!" Jiang Zheng stared round, gasping for breath.

"I'm a selfish person. I've never liked anyone so much in my life. Whether you agree or not, I won't let you go."

The familiar feeling of tiredness surged up again, Ji Shurong closed his eyes, pressed against his stinging temples, and said softly, "For me, as long as Jiang Jing likes it, that's enough."

Xu Shao saw that something was wrong with him, and said in a low voice, "Don't talk so much, just rest for a while."

Before the words fell, the mobile phone beside him rang.

Xu Shao took a deep breath and pressed the connection: "Hello?"

Jiang Zheng was so annoyed by Ji Shurong's words that he almost flipped the table, and was about to blast people outside, but Xu Shao stopped him in place with a word.

Xu Shao clenched his phone tightly and said in a deep voice, "Qin Ye said that Jiang Jing was probably kidnapped by drug dealers."

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Jing finally regained a sliver of consciousness.

He closed his eyes and remained motionless, the corners of his mouth were chapped and bloodstained, and even breathing caused colic in his internal organs.

Feng Yuan was still on the phone, with a rare anxiety in his voice: "Brother, where are you! What happened?"

Jiang Jing barely opened his eyelids, Feng Yuan staggered a step in disbelief, and murmured: "What did you say..."

"Drugs?" Feng Yuan spat out those two words in a daze, pulling his hair helplessly, "The business you are talking about is drug trafficking? Brother, are you crazy... Drug trafficking is a felony, the police will not let you go, Now how to do?"

The other end seemed to hang up the phone suddenly, and Feng Yuan put down the phone in a daze, as if all his strength was taken away in an instant.

He didn't notice that Jiang Jing was awake, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't be in the mood to torture him.

What Feng Hua said almost completely destroyed his mind.

The police have destroyed the trading dens, some of the leading drug dealers were shot dead on the spot, and some were arrested and imprisoned.Feng Hua fled immediately when he heard the wind, and now he is galloping on the high speed like a desperado.

After hearing the general idea, Jiang Jing felt that Feng Yuan's behavior was a bit ridiculous.

Of these two brothers, one drug dealer and the other kidnapped, they didn't do serious business, but neither of them committed crimes.

He gloated a little, wanted to laugh but had no energy, and could only curl up on the ground in a daze.

He missed Ji Shurong.

It's only been a day since we saw each other, but it seems like many years have passed.

I don't know what he is doing now, whether he is eating well, whether he is listening to the doctor's advice, whether he will hide glass under his pillow again.

He disappeared for so long, is Ji Shurong looking for him?

Where to find it, how can it be found.

If Jiang Zheng really insisted on taking him away, how would he live in a world without Ji Shurong.

As Jiang Jing thought about it, the tip of his nose suddenly felt sour.

The physical pain was magnified countless times at this moment, and he could have held it back, but when he thought of the person closest to him, all the pretense would be broken by itself.

He hurts so much.

He wanted to see Ji Shurong.

The cold wind outside became more and more violent, blowing in through the skylight, and the pungent smell around was much diluted.

Jiang Jing was so cold that his mind cleared up for a while, and he looked up at the top of his head. The gloomy and gray sky was like a gray cloth on the coffin, covering the sky lifelessly.

He has no way to escape from here, all he can do now is wait.

Someone will come to his rescue.

Jiang Jing firmly believed.

Time passed by every minute, and Feng Yuan, who was restless, finally couldn't hold his breath, and took out his mobile phone to dial again.

The bell rang for a long time but no one answered it. Just when he was disheartened, the heavy and huge iron door was suddenly pushed open.

With a creak, a dazzling light came in from outside the door.

Feng Yuan tilted his head reflexively, and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.He opened his eyes suddenly and shouted, "Brother!"

The iron gate was closed again, and Feng Hua walked over in rough clothes.

His clothes were disheveled, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were full of viciousness that was driven to a dead end.

"Brother?" Feng Yuan said, "Why did you come here? Didn't you say that the police are arresting you?"

Feng Hua didn't make a sound, walked straight to Jiang Jing's side, pinched his chin firmly, and said coldly, "I'd like to see if your life is more important or mine."

The author says:

Waiting for a long time 555~