I don't want a crematorium

Yu Yingrong looked up at Gu Yu, with a beautiful smile on his lips, "How is it? Have you thought about it?"

"You really haven't changed at all." Gu Yu didn't answer Yu Yingrong's question, and slowly walked in front of Yu Yingrong, different from the upright and rigorous posture in the past, he bent over and sat on the marble table, crossed his legs, "Just seeing that Han Yang treats me a little better, you are so anxious, can't wait to get rid of me?"

Yu Yingrong supported the sofa with one hand, and tilted his head, "You are really stubborn. Do you really think that I won't do anything to your parents? Or do you deny your parents because of Han Yang?" The right hand holding the knife spread out, "It's really sad, the son who has worked so hard to raise him, just ignores him because of a man, it's really pitiful."

Gu Yu suddenly grabbed Yu Yingrong's collar, pulled him in front of him, and punched him.

Yu Yingrong didn't have time to react, he was beaten, but the next second Gu Yu snatched the knife from his hand.

"What?" Yu Yingrong raised his head, without the slightest fear in his eyes, even though the knife Gu Yu was holding was only a few centimeters away from him, he smiled with ease and said, "Who are you scaring, do you dare?"

Gu Yu suddenly laughed, he shook his head, stretched out his hand to grab Yu Yingrong's hand, turned the tip of the knife around to point at himself, put the knife into Yu Yingrong's hand, and pointed at himself, "Otherwise, how about it, Here comes a knife."

Yu Yingrong frowned and sneered, "What do you mean?"

Gu Yu's cold fingers clenched Yu Yingrong's hand, and let the tip of the knife approach his abdomen inch by inch, "Don't you want me to stay away from Han Yang, as long as I die. Yu Yingrong, this is the only and most effective way .I told you now, what are you going to do?"

This is Yu Yingrong's only way, and it is also Gu Yu's.

Yu Yingrong posed a problem to him, so today he came to solve it.

"Don't you dare?" Gu Yu's smile deepened, "When did Yu Yingrong become so timid?"

There was sarcasm and disdain in his eyes, "Don't worry, your family will solve all the follow-up problems for you."

Yu Yingrong narrowed his eyes, "Do you really think I dare not?"

Gu Yu didn't speak, but he used more force in his hand, the tip of the knife pierced through the fabric and stabbed straight into the abdomen.

Even though everything was very slow, Yu Yingrong seemed to hear the sound of a knife cutting through his skin.

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Knowing that Yu Yingrong did it, Han Yang always felt that something was wrong, so he called Gu Yu, but was reminded to shut down the phone.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to Yu Yingrong's house first.

Han Yang knew his temperament, so he couldn't let Yu Yingrong continue to mess around. It would be bad for everyone if it went on like this.

When Yu Yingrong walked to Yu Yingrong's door, seeing that the door was open, he couldn't help frowning.

As soon as he entered the entrance, he saw a familiar figure lying on the ground inside.

The shirt on the abdomen was stained red with blood, and there was a blood-stained dagger on the ground next to it.

Gu Yu heard footsteps and was about to turn her head when she was embraced by a warm body.

Han Yang didn't expect things to turn out like this.

Yu Yingrong stood there, his face was a little pale, and he argued stiffly: "It's not me."

Before Gu Yu exerted his last strength, he had already let go.

Han Yang covered Gu Yu's wound, did not say anything to his explanation, and said calmly, "Call an ambulance."

Gu Yu raised her slightly trembling hand, placed it on the back of Han Yang's hand, and leaned her head on Han Yang's shoulder.

He didn't expect Han Yang to come.

He has already settled everything.

If he died, Han Yang hated Yu Yingrong all his life. If he didn't die, Yu Yingrong would have hurt him on purpose. Want an obedient son who can't open his eyes again.

But Gu Yu really didn't expect Han Yang to come over at this time.

So when I felt his breath, I couldn't help but shed a tear.

If Yu Yingrong hadn't forced him like this, Gu Yu wouldn't have gambled with his life, he really couldn't bear it.

Buried in Han Yang's neck, Gu Yu's voice trembled, "I really don't want to leave."

Feeling the wetness on his shoulders, Han Yang stretched out his hand and patted him comfortingly, "No, the ambulance will be here soon."

Yu Yingrong watched from the side with a cold face, and Han Yang never looked up at him from the beginning to the end.

After the ambulance arrived, Yu Yingrong watched Han Yang put Gu Yu on a stretcher.

But at that moment, he saw Gu Yu, who was lying on the stretcher, opened his eyes vaguely and looked over.

【You are still so stupid. 】

Yu Yingrong understood the aggressiveness in it.

Taking a deep breath, Yu Yingrong kicked hard into the car on the side of the road.

After all, Yu Yingrong was a person with so many resources piled up in his family, so he was definitely not stupid, but with Han Yang, he always used the wrong method.

He sat on the edge of the flower bed and raised his head to look at the sky.

Today's sun is particularly good, shining on the body as if returning to summer, reminding Yu Yingrong of high school.

Han Yang was too lazy to attend Chinese class, so he ran out to find a quiet and cool place to sleep.

After a while, I heard a rustling sound, and something soft touched my face, itching.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Yu Yingrong smiling, holding the flowers plucked from the branches hanging down from above, and placing them beside his face.

Not knowing what to say, Han Yang remembered the scene in the movie where someone died and someone put flowers in the coffin next to the corpse at the funeral.

"...I'm not dead yet."

"What?" Yu Yingrong turned over and sat on his waist, "It looks so good."

Han Yang's handsome face often has no expression, but just because of this face, he has been secretly loved by many girls behind his back.

Now lying in the light and shadow, surrounded by falling flowers, not to mention how pleasing to the eye.

"You are very heavy." Han Yang sat up and pushed him away, picked up an extremely bright red flower from the fallen flowers, and pinned it to Yu Yingrong's ear, "If it looks good, then you can wear it."

It would be embarrassing to change someone else, but the teenage Yu Yingrong was young and beautiful. He put his arms around Han Yang's shoulders, smiled and helped the flower next to his ear, and asked deliberately, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Han Yang sighed, "Get out of the way, it's too hot."

Seeing him standing up, Yu Yingrong hurriedly asked, "Why are you going?"

Han Yang didn't look back, "Buy water."

"Wait for me."

At this time, there were very few students in the supermarket, and some of them were taking physical education classes. There were no other people like Han Yang and Yu Yingrong who skipped classes.

"Don't meet my head teacher."

Han Yang snorted, "Are you still afraid of him?"

"You don't know, he told my parents last time. You are like everyone else, and you can do so well every time without studying. You are simply not human."

When he got to the freezer, Han Yang took two bottles of mineral water.

When we arrived at the cashier, there was another person in front. He pointed to the water in Han Yang's hand, "Auntie, let's pay together."

Just pay and leave.

"Us?" Yu Yingrong raised his eyebrows, "Who is he?"

Why didn't he remember that Han Yang knew such a person, wearing a pair of glasses, no matter how he looked, he didn't look like he would play with them.

Han Yang opened the mineral water and took a sip, "Who knows."

Yu Yingrong looked at the man's back but frowned.