Today's Shura field is also very lively

In the early hours of the morning, the man on the hospital bed had fierce eyebrows, pale face, tightly closed eyes, and pale lips.

The pointer gradually rotated to point to twelve, and the instrument for detecting data suddenly fluctuated violently.

In Yan Huan's chaotic and heavy brain, the consciousness seemed to slowly drift away from the whole body.All the memories slanted in without reservation, just like the river and the sea poured into the river calmly, the nerve endings gradually trembled and boiled.

"Second Master, I love you."

There is a vagueness that the voice is faintly whispering in the ear with love and smile.

He saw a black-haired young man wearing a white shirt, sitting on the carpet in the living room on the third floor of Yan Zhai, with his knees crossed, a book on his lap, and a snow-white kitten in his arms.

With a smile in the young man's eyes, he stretched out his hand to pick up the kitten, and gently rubbed the kitten with the tip of his nose. The kitten tilted its head and softly barked at the young man twice.

The young man raised his head and smiled at him. He was very pretty. The snow-white kitten on the young man's white shirt also looked at him in a daze. He heard the young man bend his eyes and say softly to him, Second Lord, I love you.

That was his little painter.

That was his Chen Qi.

Clean and clear, like a soft cloud.

"Second Master..."

Youdao's trembling, hoarse voice with a crying voice revealed a strong pleading, suddenly tore through his consciousness, and slashed at him fiercely.

That was his Chen Qi begging for something, trembling and begging for something.

Yan Huan vaguely saw a young man covered in blood, with blood dripping from his fingertips, being carried out in his chaotic and drowsy consciousness.

The young man covered in blood was lying on the stretcher trembling all over, the blood was dripping all the way, the blood was dripping from the hand that hangs weakly, the blood on the hand was bloody, it was horrible.

Those are beautiful hands.

Yan Huan remembered that those hands were well-proportioned, with white and slender fingers, the curvature of the joints seemed to be carefully carved, and there were thin calluses on the phalanges of the slender fingers.

The appearance of holding a paintbrush in both hands is the most beautiful. They can hold a paintbrush on white paper to outline amazing works. Sometimes they have pencil dust for sketching and oil paint for writing in their hands.

Sometimes he would wrap his arms around the person in his arms, hold the hands of the person in his arms with his big hands, and lower his head to rub off the oil paint on those hands for the young man little by little.

But those exceptionally beautiful hands are now bloody and bloody hanging beside the stretcher, and it is almost impossible to see a few good pieces of flesh, which is horrible.

It was crushed to a bloody mess by being vented alive.

That was his Chen Qi.

His Chen Xi was lying on a stretcher covered in blood, weeping and trembling, begging to see him.

The young man's hoarse voice seemed to contain blood and tears, and it was full of pleading, begging the people around him to let the second master see him.

And the second master he loved stayed by the other person's side every step of the way. Liang Zhi couldn't bear it, so he hurried over and told him that his Chen Xi wanted to see him.

Yan Huan saw the unruly man in a suit frowning impatiently, as if it was strange that everyone wanted to see him, and said to Liang Zhi coldly and impatiently: "Don't bother me."

Yan Huan was about to suffocate, as if she was drowning in water, all the nerve endings were exuding a terrible hostility, a strong pain strangled her heart unreservedly, crushed bit by bit until she was suffocated .

He saw his Chen Xi covered in blood on the stretcher, trembling and weeping, his eyes were full of tears without focus, dripping down his chin, his pale lips trembling, calling his name over and over again.

The young man murmured unconsciously over and over again for his beloved second master, as light as air.

But from the beginning to the end, the second master he loved never came to see him.

The little nurse in the private ambulance of Yan's family was full of tears, half kneeling on the ground, looking at the young man lying on the stretcher, the little nurse trembled and cried with trembling hands: "Mr. ..."

"Be patient..."

The voice of the young man on the stretcher became softer and softer. He slowly closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face, and murmured his lover's name until he fell into a coma.

That is his little painter, his Chen Qi.

In an instant, all the overturned consciousness swept up and ruthlessly collided in the mind. The messy consciousness seemed to explode abruptly, causing people to convulse and suffocate in pain.

In the turbulent ward, the data detected by the equipment suddenly soared to the highest level, a sharp alarm sounded, and then slowly fell silent.

As the lights were bright, more and more doctors rushed into the ward, and the scene suddenly became flustered and bewildered.

The pointer rotates second by second, and the time passes slowly and sluggishly.

Liang Zhi's suit was full of wrinkles, and he was deeply tired and decadent. He rested his head on his hands and sat on the bench in the observation room outside the transparent glass wall.

The Liang family has been loyal to the Yan family for generations.In the hearts of the Liang family, the interests of the Yan family are above everything else, including the head of the Yan family.

But Liang Zhi is loyal to the Yan family, not to Yan Huan.

This is well understood by both parties.

But Liang Zhi never thought that one day he would forcibly attack Yan Huan for the benefit of the Yan family.

After all, in the eyes of Liang Zhi, Yan Huan is much better than the previous Yan family. Even looking at the entire old family of Yan family, no one can be as powerful at a young age as Yan Huan. It's beyond compare.

Liang Zhi had a vague premonition in his heart that Yan Huan must be the fiercest member of the Yan family. The premonition in his heart told him that Yan Huan would be able to revive the glory of the Yan family and bring the Yan family to its peak in this era.

Because of this, Liang Zhi absolutely could not let Yan Huan go the wrong way, he just bet his own life, and it was absolutely impossible for Yan Huan to make any mistakes.

Thinking of this, Liang Zhi, who was sitting on the bench, smiled wryly. He looked up at the unconscious man inside the transparent glass wall, only feeling that his situation in the future would become more and more severe and difficult.

Before he and Yan Huan, there will definitely be a estrangement. After all, in Yan Huan's heart, he can be regarded as half an old man of the Yan family, so he is usually so reassuring about him.

But no matter what, at least until Yan Huan slowly recovers, there will be no large-scale crisis in the Yan family.

As the hour hand gradually pointed to one o'clock in the morning, the man on the hospital bed inside the transparent glass wall slowly opened his eyes, his unfocused dark eyes looked at the pale ceiling.

Surrounded by the Yan family's private doctor who was testing, the chaotic noise came like a tide, and the busy doctor was recording various data of the man who woke up in the hospital bed.

Yan Huan slowly closed her eyes, her lips were terribly pale.

He survived the car accident.

He went back to when he first met Chen Qi.

In this life, Chen Qi is still painting, An Jing can stay in the studio for a whole day, his hands are intact, and he can still pick up a paintbrush.

Even in this whole life, Chen Xi didn't stay by his side like he did at the beginning, or even had so many people around him.

But in this life, everything has not deviated from all unknown tracks, and everything is still just happening.

Everything is still just happening.

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City A auction center.

An oil painting with delicate brushstrokes is being auctioned on the auction platform.

The size of this auction is not large, more targeted.Most of the items in the auction are aimed at lovers who are engaged in the art industry or have hobbies in this area.

The author of the oil painting auctioned on the stage has a style of his own. The author had held an art exhibition in City A before, but the popularity of that art exhibition was not high.

Sitting under the table, Zhou Lu was determined to win the oil painting.

Because he knew that at this auction, anyone who was famous in city A and bid for this oil painting with him would show Yan Huan a little face for Yan Huan's sake.

After all, this oil painting didn't have many audiences at this auction, and there were very few people who really loved it like him. Basically, there would be no suspense, and it would end up in his hands.

But Zhou Lu never imagined that there were actually people who kept adding money to follow up with him.Finally, when the third auction followed up, Zhou Lu couldn't help turning his head to look at that person, but when he saw that person, he froze in place.

The man was wearing a black suit with an indifferent face, his hands were crossed in front of his belly, the collar was buttoned to the top meticulously, and he exuded the abstinence of a mature man.

Zhou Lu's hands clenched into fists subconsciously, his heart was beating violently, and he lost his mind. He stared blankly at the man and didn't choose to follow up.

He watched Qin Shao take a picture of the painting, thinking of their only meeting after returning to China.

At that time, Qin Shao was accompanied by a black-haired young man with quiet and soft eyes and a small mole on the tip of his nose.

Qin Shao guarded the young man behind him, and slowly walked around the art exhibition with the young man. Occasionally, Qin Shao would stare at the young man with his head tilted, and then gently lower his head to say something to the young man.

The style of the paintings exhibited in that exhibition is exactly the same as that of the paintings auctioned in this auction, and they all come from the same artist.

Zhou Lu didn't need to think about why Qin Shao, who majored in finance, would bid for this painting with him. It must be because of the young man beside Qin Shao.

Zhou Lu was burning with jealousy, he stared at this indifferent and outstanding man, thinking in a daze, why can't it be him?

If Qin Shao also likes men, why can't it be Zhou Lu?

In what way is his Zhou Lu inferior to that young man?

Zhou Lu took a deep breath, only feeling that jealousy was gnawing at his heart crazily, and the man in front of him almost became his mad obsession.

Almost every piece of jewelry designed by Zhou Lu poured out his love for men, not only that, every ambiguous object he had in foreign countries was somewhat similar to Qin Shao.

After going abroad, he relied on the appearance, temperament, and demeanor of every person he had an affair with abroad, even if they resembled Qin Shao a little bit, it was enough to drive Zhou Lu crazy for a while.

After the auction was over, Zhou Lu chased after him, looked at the man with an indifferent face, and said with a cautious smile, "Senior Qin!"

Qin Shao paused slightly and nodded towards him.

While walking with him, Zhou Lu said with a smile: "Senior Qin also likes the painting just now?"

"I originally planned to take that painting back today, but I didn't expect Senior Qin to like it, so I didn't bid any more."

Qin Shao's assistant was behind him, and he heard his heart complaining: "It's as if you can take pictures of our husband."

Qin Shao tilted his head slightly and said, "Someone in the family likes it, so take it back and make it a gift for him."

Zhou Lu's face became stiff, and he seemed to lose his mind and said, "Is that so..."

family?

That young man has become so important to Qin Shao?

Qin Shao didn't care about Zhou Lu's loss of soul, looked down at his watch slightly, nodded to Zhou Lu, and left with his assistant.

Zhou Lu looked at the back of the man leaving almost greedily, and read what the man said just now in a daze: "The family..."

His eyes were full of mischief, and he almost gritted his teeth and read out the young man who was missed by Qin Shao: "Chen, Xi..."

How can a poor student with no power and power get into Qin Shao's eyes?

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The gloomy sky was rolling with thunder, and the air was full of rusty smell.

The light of a cold moon was so weak that it almost disappeared, as if disappearing into the gloomy sky.

In the early hours of the morning, the car railing at the south gate of A University was cleared all the way, the dim indicator lights were on all the way, and the three black cars were driving in one direction, crushing the water all the way.

In the silent campus, there are only the wind blowing the treetops and the movement of scattered raindrops.

A few soggy moths perched on the dim street lamp, and a few drops of rain dripped from the lampshade of the street lamp.

A black car slowly parked under a dormitory building, and then two cars stopped not far from the black car.

Yan Huan leaned against the car seat with his eyes closed, his face pale, his fingertips resting on the black trouser legs were trembling, and he clenched his jaw tightly.

His Chen Qi, right now in the dormitory in front of him, is sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed.

It wasn't full of blood, lying on the stretcher trembling unconsciously, and the hanging hand was bloody.

Nor was it lying in some remote dilapidated hospital in the south, skinny and breathless.

But still have a young, healthy body.

The man bowed his back, supported his knees with his elbows, tightly covered his red eye sockets with his hands, as if swallowing a piece of hot iron in his throat, he choked slightly, his thick chest trembling constantly.

At two o'clock in the morning, Liang Zhi, who was in the two black cars not far away, watched the man not far away open the car door. Under the dim street lights, the man silently looked up at the dormitory building in front of him.

Yan Huan stood in front of the car, quietly looking up at a certain bedroom on the third floor.

After a while, the man lowered his head, lit a cigarette with his fingertips trembling slightly, smoked quietly, stood on the spot and looked up at the dark bedroom.

At three o'clock in the morning, the campus was silent. Under the dim street lights, the man stood silently and quietly downstairs, with a pale face and red eyes, smoking one cigarette after another.

At six o'clock in the morning, the car downstairs in the dormitory had quietly disappeared, only a man was still standing under the streetlight.

The sky was dim, and the light of dawn scattered through the thick clouds, and the entire campus was covered with a layer of fog-like light.

There were gradually sounds of students walking in the dormitory building. The man who stood there all night was cold and stiff. He looked up at a certain dormitory on the third floor of the dormitory and found a boy pushing open the dormitory door. His heart trembled.

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