fair retaliation

When Xiao Yi came out of the room, he felt that the dim light in front of him was particularly dazzling.

What Siming said was not wrong, the most important reason why Guan Tianze was able to calculate the two of them so smoothly was himself.

Having been friends with Ye Jinghui for so many years, it can be said that he knows everything about him.That's why he was able to successfully lure Siming to see him, making insinuations over and over again that Si Ming was not easy to mess with, but it aroused his interest.When he was in Dongcheng, he also deliberately created opportunities for the two of them to be alone. Later, he asked Ye Jinghui to personally deal with Siming under the pretext that all the generals under him were busy, which intensified the conflict between them.Later, he was lured to Qingdao step by step, and Guan Tianze, who had been ambushing there for a long time, teamed up with the naive Aqi and the unaware Si Jie, to put on a good show together, and Ye Jinghui and Siming turned against each other completely.

These were all planned by the eldest brother and Guan Tianze, but he himself was the biggest accomplice.

The reason why Siming didn't explain, besides the ten-year entanglement between him and his father, was that he couldn't explain it clearly. Another reason was that Ye Jinghui would be very sad when he knew the truth.After all, that was his most important, and only, friend for more than ten years.

In this complex battle of revenge, the ultimate winner will naturally be his side.

It's really covered up so well that even Xiao Yi himself can't tell when he is really happy with Ye Jinghui, and when he is carefully setting up a situation, which feelings are real, and which concerns are fake .

It's been so long that I can't remember all of this.

The only thing that is certain is that in the days when the great revenge will be avenged, he is not as happy as he imagined.

He even remembered the first time he met Ye Jinghui in school, the scene of that person walking alone on the boulevard.Ye Jinghui's steps were extremely slow, but his face was leisurely and carefree. A large slice of cut sunlight was projected on his face, radiating a touch of coldness and loneliness.At that moment, meeting his gaze when he turned his head, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and smile.That should be a genuine smile, right?

He even recalled that when Ye Jinghui went out in person under the pretext that all the generals under his command had accidents, in the secret room of Longhua Building, Ye Jinghui fought hard all night for him, and after finally making a plan, he was so tired that he fell asleep leaning on the sofa , I couldn't help but take off my coat to cover him at that time, I should really care, right?

Over the years, I went to school with him, drank together, and traveled together. With so many smiles, I can't tell which ones are real and which ones are fake.

But at least what is certain is that the smile when we first met was from the heart.

In that innocent and young time, there was no conflict of interest between the two of them.

Before he said "My name is Ye Jinghui" with a smile.

Xiao Yi laughed again, but felt that the smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit forced, and the muscles on his face were sore from being pulled.

Going back to the room prepared by my brother and going to sleep, in the dream, some time-space intertwined scenes vaguely appeared, and the thrilling picture many years ago appeared in my mind again.

At that time, he was still young, and his height had just reached the window sill. His elder brother was in high school, he and his younger sister were both in junior high school, and his younger brother was still in his infancy.

It was very cold that day, so he went to the company with his eldest brother to find his parents.The top floor of the office building is Dad's office, they opened the door and walked in.The windows were open in the house, and gusts of strong cold wind poured in through the windows, making people shiver.As soon as he entered the door, he saw his mother jumping off the stairs. She was wearing a red coat that day, just bought, very bright and beautiful.

He opened his mouth wide to shout, but his voice was blocked by the cold wind pouring into his mouth.

He rushed to the window like crazy to save his mother, but he could only see that beautiful red color plummeting down in the air, like a butterfly taking off lightly.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was mixed with the sound of the wind, followed by piercing screams from people downstairs.The floors are so high that everyone looks like an ant.He vaguely saw a pool of glaring blood downstairs, and the crowd slowly gathered, as if they were watching the excitement. Soon, another police car drove up, and the sound of the siren cut through the cold air, penetrating the eardrums and irritating nerve.

He lay down by the window and kept crying, but he didn't know what he was shouting.

The eldest brother walked behind slowly, covered his eyes lightly with his hands, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Yi, don't look. Don't look."

That must have been the scariest dream of my life.

For many years, this dream has been tormenting him.Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the window. He always felt that he saw a faint red, slowly falling from the window, like a butterfly with wings spread, so bright and beautiful.

Later, it was Uncle Zhong who arranged the destination of the four brothers and sisters.

The younger brother was given to a strange mother and son, and the younger sister was adopted by the Sang family and renamed Sang Yu.My elder brother and I were a little older and stayed in the night all the time. At a young age, we were used to blood and killing.

On the day of the parents' first anniversary, he found an opportunity to kidnap the second young master of the Ye family. In fact, at that time, the elder brother wanted to kill him to relieve his anger, but Xiao Yi stopped him.

"This age is not sensible at all, and death will not cause too much pain. When he grows up, let him experience the feeling of losing his family and betraying his relatives, which is the best way of revenge, isn't it, brother."

He remembered that his elder brother looked back at him at that time, his eyes became extraordinarily deep.

His own voice was very calm, and he smiled and said to his brother: "Brother, just watch, I will become his best friend."

"Then, let him, and their Ye family, go bankrupt and have nothing."

……

When I woke up, I found myself in a cold sweat, even soaking my pajamas.

Xiao Yi turned his head, and seemed to see another ray of red falling from the window, he clenched his fists, and before he could adjust his breathing, the light was blocked by a tall figure in front of him.

He is used to sleeping with the lamp on, so that he can feel more at ease.The man turned off the desk lamp and turned on the headlight in the room, then turned around and sat on the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and placed it on his shoulder naturally, and said, "Are you having a nightmare again?"

"En." Xiao Yi lowered his head, gently hugged the person in front of him, and buried his head in his chest.

The latter took advantage of the situation and tightened his arms, wrapped Xiao Yi into his arms in a protective posture, and while stroking his hair, asked softly: "What did Siming talk to you about?"

"It's nothing." Xiao Yi's voice was a bit dull, "He said that to make me soft."

"What about you? Have you softened your heart?"

"impossible."

Xiao Cheng nodded, changed the subject, and his voice softened a little: "Ye Jinghui just arrived."

"……yes."

"Aren't you going to see him?"

"Where is he now?"

"As soon as I got here, I went to see Siming."

"elder brother."

"Ok?"

"It's been a long time...you haven't had a good sleep." Xiao Yi smiled slightly, "You should sleep for a while too." Then he moved to the side to make room for him.

Xiao Cheng stroked his hair lightly, and said softly, "Okay."

The two were sleeping side by side on the spacious bed, Xiao Yi turned his head sideways, and saw a white hair growing out of his brother's temple at some point, which looked particularly abrupt among the jet-black hair.

……

Ye Jinghui walked straight along the dimly lit corridor, the crimson carpet under his feet was so soft that it felt like he was stepping on clouds.

His face still had a flat expression, but a layer of cold sweat broke out in his palms.

With a cold gun on his back, Brother Cheng arranged for the person to pick him up from the plane. He has been treated like this since he got in the car. Ye Jinghui was treated like this. Although he was very angry, he tried his best to keep his face calm.

Now that the room where Siming was imprisoned was getting closer and closer, his mood became more and more nervous.

- I haven't seen him for a long time, I don't know how he is now.

In fact, just guessing casually, he will definitely not feel better after being locked up in this kind of place for so long.That "Brother Cheng" was a cruel and cold-blooded person at first glance, Ye Jinghui didn't dare to think carefully about how he would torture Siming.

The door was pushed open.

The faint light penetrating into the house allowed Ye Jinghui to roughly see the layout of the house.

This room is actually exactly the same as Room 001 in the Crazy Bar that is exclusive to him.A huge bed, messy patterns on the wall, and dense whips hanging all over the wall.Those whips were long or short, thick or thin, with various colors and complete types, obviously very much like his collection over the years.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Zhong actually prepared a spare copy exactly the same.

What was even more unexpected was that those whips were now being used on Siming.

The door was closed, and the room was once again plunged into darkness.

Ye Jinghui moved slowly in the darkness, and accidentally bumped into an iron chain on the ground, which made a piercing sound in the silent room.

Siming seemed to be awakened by the noise, and coughed lightly: "Who is it?"

This is his undisguised voice. When he spoke, his swollen throat seemed to be involved, like a trapped animal screaming. Every syllable was squeezed out of his mouth with difficulty, hitting the heart like a heavy hammer.

——Listen, there is actually a feeling of distress.

Ye Jinghui walked towards the direction of the voice, groped and sat on the edge of the bed.

Then gently took his hand.

The fingers that had been warm, dry, and strong in memory were now so cold that they lost all warmth, and even the joints seemed abrupt.

"Si Ming." Ye Jinghui finally spoke, but found that his voice was extremely dry, even trembling, "It's me."

The air was so still that one could hear the sound of breathing one after another.

Siming didn't react as excitedly as he had expected. He just kept silent for a long time before saying, "Didn't I tell you not to come? You are undoubtedly throwing yourself into a trap by coming here." Before Ye Jinghui could answer, he smiled again, He held Ye Jinghui's hand tightly and said, "However, it's good if you can come."

Then gently hugged him with the other arm, pressed against his ear, and said word by word, "Actually... I miss you very much."

Ye Jinghui understood what Siming meant, and slowly tightened his interlocking hand.

Perhaps Siming always thought that he didn't love him, would not make any concessions for him, and would even be ruthless enough to disregard his life or death.

But in fact, that heartless Ye Jinghui has already sunk deeply into it.

Although it is very clear that the man in front of him is not perfect, and he is a bit irritatingly self-righteous. He likes to dominate everything and carry everything down. He even thinks that he can protect all the people he wants to protect with his own strength, but he doesn't care about it at all. Can the people he protects accept his way.

But it is such a stubborn person, such a person who is indifferent on the surface but extremely gentle in his heart, such a person who is willing to pave the way for the one he loves but has no way out for himself, such a person who has given so much for the other party but never The person who wants the other person to know, slowly, step by step, let the self who doesn't believe in love finally fall.

He was by my side when I was most sad, and the strength of the hug was always so well grasped.

He was by my side even when I was loneliest, and the kisses were always gentle and pure.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, he was lying beside him, and the blanket was always warm with his breath.

During the trip, he will not forget to buy gifts for his father, and when he is in a state of desperation, he will also worry about the feelings of his family.

Although his abilities are limited, some things cannot be handled perfectly.Although he was a maverick and wanted to resist everything and take care of everything, in the end he was stretched and left a lot of regrets.

However, to have the heart to protect Ye Jinghui and to do everything possible to protect Ye Jinghui's true feelings is already rare and enough.

——Enough to make myself come all the way to face this life-and-death difficulty with him.

Ye Jinghui hugged him back, leaned into his ear, and said softly: "I want to kiss you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his tongue and licked Siming's chapped lips, as if his heart ached, and kissed him over and over again, the movements were actually a little gentle.

——For Ye Jinghui, such clumsy gentleness is already the ultimate.

Siming responded to him with a smile, and tightened his embrace even more.

The entanglement of lips and tongues turned out to be so intimate and caring.The gentle kiss without passion seems to be conveying the most sincere emotion deep in the heart to the other party. The soft tongue slides across the oral mucosa, inch by inch, and catches his own breath.

It turns out that a simple kiss can really feel the deep affection and tenderness in the other person's heart.

The kiss stopped when they were about to suffocate. The breathing of both of them was a little disordered. Their chests were pressed together, and they could even feel the stalled heartbeat of the other.

Siming hugged Ye Jinghui tightly, and whispered into his ear, "Do you still believe me?"

Ye Jinghui nodded: "Yes."

There was a knock on the door outside, reminding Ye Jinghui to get out quickly.

Ye Jinghui's arm suddenly exerted force, and he hugged Siming tightly, as if he was reluctant to let go, resting his chin on the hollow of his shoulder, he took a deep breath: "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Siming smiled, leaned into his ear, and said in a low voice, "Listen well, at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, Brother Cheng has something to go out, Si Jie will come to you, and you will follow him when the time comes."

Ye Jinghui was startled, "What do you mean?"

"We must leave their sphere of influence as soon as possible. Although Ajie is related to them by blood, he only recognizes me as an elder brother. After all, I have been taking care of him since he can remember. He lurks by their side and pretends to be obedient. Follow my instructions and prepare to flee, you can rest assured."

Ye Jinghui nodded: "How did you get away?"

"I've stayed here for so long, so I've naturally figured out the escape route." Siming kissed his ear lightly, "Okay, let's go."

Ye Jinghui stood up and walked out, took two steps and then stopped.

He wanted to look back at Siming, wanting to know how seriously injured this man was, but unfortunately the light in the room was extremely dim, and Siming was wearing black clothes, so he couldn't see clearly at all.I only saw the pair of eyes staring at me quietly, still the same as before, the coldness faded, revealing full of tenderness.

Feeling warm in his heart, Ye Jinghui lightly shook Siming's palm, wanting to say that he was actually in love with him too, wanting to say that he must hold on this time, and wanting to say that we will start again in the future.But there are too many things I want to say, but I can't say anything in the end, I just hold his hand firmly, using such simple movements to convey my feelings.

Siming probably understood, so he gently held him back and said softly, "I love you."