Red Dust and Sand Sculpture

"Boss, there seems to be something ahead."

The sudden words from the foreign bodyguard made Li Xiangfu look up, and saw half of the dark eaves exposed under the cover of the dense forest. Fortunately, the leaves are sparse in autumn, and it is usually only illuminated by the headlights, so it may not be noticed.

"Dad, I'll talk to you later." Li Xiangfu hung up the phone and glanced at Qin Jin. The latter understood what he meant, nodded, and said to the bodyguard, "Get closer."

After driving less than ten meters further, the car suddenly swayed heavily. The bodyguard took out a portable flashlight from his pocket, first made sure that there were no other people on both sides, and then got out of the car to check.

"The wheels are punctured and there are nails on the ground."

As the bodyguard said, he took out the daily spare tire.

Seeing this, Li Xiangfu raised his eyebrows: "Professional enough."

Qin Jin said lightly: "My check numbers are also very professional."

The bodyguard raised his flashlight and looked ahead: "There are nails artificially placed on the ground at intervals, it is recommended to walk."

If the car tires are punctured again, there is nothing for them to continue to replace.

Qin Jin had no objection, and the bodyguards led the way at the front, because they had to pay attention to the nails under their feet, and the group walked very slowly.

"What kind of injustice is this, so vigilant." The bodyguard looked carefully at the road and shook his head at the same time.

Finally, I looked up and saw the whole house.

Now this kind of small bungalows can only be seen on TV, at least in this city where every inch of land is expensive, almost all the bungalows have been demolished.

A middle-aged man with gray hair was standing at the door holding his mobile phone high, as if he was looking for a signal.

Li Xiangfu squinted his eyes, he was fine, and he knew how to play with his mobile phone, which showed that the insanity mentioned by outsiders had a lot of water in it.

"Kong Yonggui." Li Xiangfu tried to call the name he found out.

The man turned his head and stared at him with puzzlement and vigilance: "You are..."

When we met not long ago, Shi Can's few words revealed a lot of information. Li Xiangfu didn't have a good impression of this teacher who had no impression.

"I'm Li Xiangfu." He deliberately stared at the other person's face, not letting go of any change in expression: "Teacher, don't you remember me?"

As early as when he spoke the first sentence, Kong Yonggui kept backing away as if he had seen a ghost, "You, what are you here for?"

Li Xiangfu smiled and said, "Settling the score."

He wanted to cheat, but Kong Yonggui rushed into the house before he finished speaking, and came out with a crossbow on his shoulder.

The bodyguard's eyelids twitched, he can fight in close quarters, and he can dodge the crossbow arrows, but it is impossible to prevent the arrows from hitting the two people behind him at the same time.

Fortunately, both Li Xiangfu and Qin Jin are quite capable of shooting. This thing seems to be self-made, and its accuracy and range are not good.

Kong Yonggui was overly nervous, as if he was swinging a big knife randomly, and pressed the trigger several times in a row.

What he was afraid of was Li Xiangfu, several arrows were all aimed at Li Xiangfu, two whistling winds flashed past his ears, but Li Xiangfu did not have time to adjust the angle to avoid the third shot.

Qin Jin pulled him to the side, and the bodyguard took the opportunity to kick Kong Yonggui who was in a panic, and turned around and asked, "Boss, are you okay?"

Qin Jin glanced at his scratched wound, and reckoned that the wound was not deep, so there should be no need for stitches.

The bodyguards are here to prevent people from running away, and Li Xiangfu is responsible for driving Qin Jin to the hospital.

Halfway there, Mr. Li called. Li Xiangfu took a look, because he was driving and hung up the phone.

When the incident happened, he suddenly ignored one thing, the mobile phone was still in the state of sharing the location.

In the villa, Mr. Li stared at the little red dot on the map, watching helplessly as he drove from the barren mountains into the urban area, and finally stopped at the gate of the Fifth People's Hospital.

Mr. Li: "..."

I made five or six phone calls, all of which were hung up.

It was inconvenient for Li Xiangfu to pick it up, and Qin Jin pressed the wound on his arm with one hand, and was also temporarily unable to raise his arm.

It was dark outside, and the two young people who were in an ambiguous relationship first drove into the deep mountain, and then rushed to the hospital. The speed of this small spot proved that the speed of the car was very fast, and the phone has not been answered until now. It is really...

Mr. Li closed his eyes hard, and caught Li Xichun's attention when changing his shoes: "Dad, where are you going so late?"

"Hospital." He obviously didn't want to explain too much. Seeing that Li Xichun wanted to follow up, he waved his hand, "You don't want to go tonight."

In the end it was Li Huaichen who picked up the car key: "I'll drive."

There are not many people in the hospital at this point, so we can only go to the emergency department, but there are still necessary procedures. When Li Xiangfu went to the window to pay, he found that the location was always on, and quickly turned it off manually, scanning the code to pay.

Regardless of the size of the wound, as long as it sees blood, it is quite scary.

The doctor saw that it was cut by a sharp weapon, and asked, "How did you get hurt?"

Qin Jin didn't tell the truth, and said without changing his face: "I met a brat playing with dangerous equipment."

The doctor immediately looked sympathetic.

The process of treating the wound was painful to watch, and the doctor bandaged it up with ease. Just as Qin Jin put down his sleeves, Mr. Li appeared unexpectedly.

Li Huaichen parked the car outside, he took a step first, took a few breaths and said:

"I also ran to the second floor to search around, and suddenly realized that at this point I am going to the emergency room."

Li Xiangfu was not curious that he came here, but was surprised by another thing: "Why did you go to the second floor?"

The doctor also raised his head, wondering: "I remember that there are only anorectal and urological departments on the second floor."

"..."

Seeing that Qin Jin was sitting in front of the doctor, Mr. Li guessed that he was the one who was injured, so he was half relieved.

It's not that his children don't feel bad, Mr. Li has carried out this sentence very well.

Li Xiangfu knew exactly what he was thinking, and it was not good for Qin Jin to suffer in vain, explaining: "He got hurt because he helped me block it."

"Block?" Mr. Li was slightly taken aback when he heard the words: "Where is this injury?"

With a blind spot, he couldn't see the wound on Qin Jin's arm.

It is inconvenient to talk too much in the department, the two came to the corridor, and Li Xiangfu continued to speak: "I heard that the junior high school head teacher is having a bad time living alone in the mountains, so I wanted to go and see, who knew that he was mentally disturbed and had paranoid persecution .”

Mr. Li had a headache when he heard it. Xie Shien was almost beaten to death by the teacher. What kind of trouble is this?

Thinking about someone kidnapping Li Shasha not long ago, and now Li Xiangfu is almost hurt by a mental patient, even if he recites a little, it is not the way to recite.

Mr. Li took a deep look at him: "Why don't you go to the temple to offer incense and worship? It should be to get rid of bad luck."

"Buddha is in the heart, no need to worship."

"..."

Mr. Li originally came with a questioning mood, but after experiencing several ups and downs in a row, he felt extremely tired before he questioned the relationship between the two of them.

He couldn't help but start to agree with Li Anqing's words, the children have grown up, maybe they should pay more attention to Li Shasha.

To be on the safe side, Qin Jin got a tetanus, but he didn't know if he had caught a cold, and he started to feel slightly feverish on the way back.

Li Xiangfu still doesn't know what's going on with Kong Yonggui, and he has no time to care about it now.

Shrugging his eyelids, as if closing his eyes to rest his mind, Qin Jin suddenly squinted his eyes: "Don't worry about me, the people over there are all here, what do you want to ask? Now is the best time."

Someone had to drive the car back, and it only carried Qin Jin, so the two sides didn't need to be too considerate of what they said.

Li Xiangfu glanced at him and frowned slightly: "Don't be in a hurry."

"There are many dreams at night."

Qin Jin leaned on the back seat with his arms crossed, said these four words, and then said: "Put me down right here, I'll take the one in the back."

Li Xiangfu finally accepted his suggestion. Although it was Kong Yonggui who hurt people first, it was not appropriate for a group of bodyguards to always look at him there.

Li Huaichen's car was behind, seeing Li Xiangfu turn around and leave, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Qin Jin recruited the uninjured arm. He used the electronic camera in front of him as an excuse not to let Li Xiangfu call. At this moment, he was standing on the side of the road with a haggard face, his sleeve torn by the arrow was blown by the night wind. He looked a little embarrassed.

"What's going on?" Li Huaichen parked the car on the side of the road, and it was Mr. Li who asked the question.

"He's in a hurry." A gust of wind blew, and Qin Jin coughed several times with his fists pressed against his mouth.

Once such a strong character shows a bit of weakness, it is always easier to arouse people's sympathy.

Mr. Li couldn't be exempt from this point. Qin Jin was trying to save his own son's injury, and now he was temporarily left halfway. As a father, he really felt a little bit ashamed.

Coughing in one step and three times, gently rubbing his fingers on his temples, Qin Jin's state lasted until he returned to the villa.

Li Shasha was watching the education channel, and when she looked up and saw the other party's appearance, her eyes lit up: "This acting is good, and the drama will definitely be successful."

Apparently still thinking about the drama performance of selling one's body to bury her husband.

Qin Jin glanced at him lightly, and helped the back of the chair before sitting down.

Mr. Li didn't stand by his grandson this time, and said in disapproval: "Don't make trouble, his injury is to save your father."

"..."

Li Shasha hated herself for having a pair of wise eyes, but for not cultivating a heart illuminated by Buddha's light under Li Xiangfu's enlightenment.

... Qin Jin clearly wanted to follow Lin Daiyu's path.

It's a pity that his sober father is not at home at this time, and these complaints can only be held in his heart.

At this time, Li Xiangfu had already returned to the forest, and there was an obvious light source in front of him, dispelling the horror of the forest at night.

Kong Yonggui was guarded in the house. Although his hands and feet were not restrained, there were two strong bodyguards standing beside him, and he dared not move.

Seeing Li Xiangfu coming, he immediately trembled like a sieve.

Don't do bad things and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, Li Xiangfu realizes that he is this ghost in the other party's heart.

From a mentally unstable person's mouth a little bit of cliché, too much effort, and too many mistakes, if it is found that I have no memory of that period, maybe I will be taken advantage of.

Li Xiangfu: "Based on what you did before, you can spend the second half of your life happily in a mental hospital."

He paused every word, especially emphasizing the word 'happy'.

Kong Yonggui's lips trembled, as if Li Xiangfu's threat would count in the next moment.

Looking around the room, Li Xiangfu took out the paper and pen from the cabinet, and put them in front of Kong Yonggui.

"When I made mistakes when I was a student, the teacher would ask me to do a self-criticism." He smiled slightly: "You also write one, and the reflection will make me feel that I am sincerely repenting, and I can forget the past."

Kong Yonggui doubted: "Really?"

Li Xiangfu looked cold: "If the self-analysis is not in place, the mental hospital is waiting for you in the wind and rain."

He has always kept his promise, but this "past" of letting go of the past only lasted until junior high school, and the previous delusion to hurt people with crossbow arrows is another account.

Li Xiangfu is here, and Kong Yonggui's arm has been shaking and he can't write.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to go out, wondering if he had done something back then, leaving an indelible shadow in the other party's heart.

It is estimated that he will not be able to finish writing in a while, so Li Xiangfu did not continue to stay here. Before leaving, he explained to the bodyguard: "Don't let anyone see what he wrote, including you personally."

Confidentiality and obedience are the basic professional ethics in this industry. The foreign bodyguard nodded: "Don't worry."

After a lot of tossing, it was almost past zero when Li Xiangfu returned home.

The living room was very quiet, and everyone had already rested.When he went up to the second floor, a faint light was extending from the crack in the door of Li Shasha's room.

Li Xiangfu knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

"What are you doing up so late?"

Li Shasha raised her head: "Write a drama script."

He has always been used to perfection when it comes to the theory of words.

Li Xiangfu walked over, picked it up and looked at it, and immediately the corner of his mouth twitched: "At least the writing should be more angular."

Song typeface, which is too boxy, looks like a printed one at first glance.

Li Shasha humbly accepted the suggestion and nodded.

At this time Li Xiangfu saw that there was a small notebook under his elbow: "What is this?"

"Argumentative essay."

Li Xiangfu also opened his eyes and his face gradually darkened.

"If you have a stepfather, you will have a stepfather", "If you have a son-in-law, you will have a stepfather"... Each topic is full of long speeches.

Li Shasha said sternly: "Qin Jin pretended to be Lin Daiyu all afternoon, shaking my position in the family."

Li Xiangfu said helplessly, "You are an only seedling."

"That's right," Li Shasha thought for a while, then changed the subject and said, "When will we rehearse the play? I want to regard it as my screen debut."

"..."

"The reputation of a gifted child made it possible for me to manage the group in the future. In order to escape my fate, I had to make my mark in other industries."

Thinking of the plot of selling one's body to bury his father, Li Xiangfu had a headache: "Probably just act."

"I can't just let it go," Li Shasha said seriously, "Grandpa is very supportive of my dream of being a director. He said that when the play is performed, I will invite a bunch of relatives and friends to come and support me."

"..." Suddenly wanted to resign.

The author has something to say: Li Shasha: Dad, write an autobiography, and I will help you shoot it in the future.

Li Xiangfu: ...Thank you for the invitation.