I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

Outside the door, Ruan Jiaming was restless. He pulled his hair hard and hated himself to death. How could he be so careless? Huanhuan had just seen such a tragic scene, and he must be in a bad state of mind. He is alone!

He looked at Cheng Yan who was beside him. The man was sullen and still handsome. He turned his head and suggested, "Let's work together to break the door open?"

Ruan Jiaming was taken aback. The gentle-looking person was crazier than himself, but Huanhuan didn't open the door, so he nodded immediately: "Okay."

It is important to rescue Huanhuan.

"Crack-"

The closed door was opened, and Ruan Jiaming hugged the person behind the door as soon as he entered: "Huanhuan, are you okay? Don't do anything stupid? I'm dying of panic outside the door!"

Ruan Jiaming finally breathed a sigh of relief after checking his body and seeing that there was no wound.Gu Qianhuan lowered her eyes slightly, and glanced at the man beside her inexplicably, her voice hoarse: "Cheng Yan, why are you here?"

Cheng Yan frowned for a moment, but did not answer his words.

He looked at the boy's blood-stained clothes, met his eyes, his voice became hoarse, and his fingers unconsciously curled up: "Qian Huan, do you want to take a shower first?"

Ruan Jiaming on the side was stunned for a moment before he understood what he meant. He was spoiled by his family, and he was not as careful about the details as Cheng Yan. He has not noticed until now that Huanhuan is still wearing dirty clothes, so much blood oxidizes into dark red The blood scabs are a little scary.

He followed suit.

Gu Qianhuan lowered her eyes and said softly, "Okay."

He doesn't feel anything.

After putting on new clothes, the black T-shirt set off the youth's cold and fair skin. There was no fluctuation on his face, and his silent eyes gave people a sense of indifference. Even Ruan Jiaming, who had the thickest lines, could feel it. He rubbed his arms: "Huanhuan, don't do this, I'm afraid."

Gu Qianhuan raised the corners of his lips with difficulty, but he failed: "I'm fine, what can I do."

Ruan Jiaming wanted to say something else. The police arrived. He was the person who reported the case. Naturally, he had to explain the reason. He followed the police uncle to take notes, while the other policemen observed the house and confirmed the case.

Gu Qianhuan and Cheng Yan were on the other side of the hall. Because Ruan Jiaming was in front of them, they were temporarily ignored. Cheng Yan looked at the young man, his eyes flickering. He made the most relaxed gesture, pointed to his shoulder, and spoke briskly: " Qian Huan, I will lend you my shoulder."

Gu Qianhuan raised her eyes suddenly, looked at him with flickering pupils, and after a while, her voice was almost choked up: "The teacher is dead..."

He almost whispered these words silently, lowered his head, tears fell out uncontrollably: "I don't want to cry, I can't help it, Cheng Yan, the teacher is dead..."

He seemed to be overwhelmed by grief, his shoulders trembled, Cheng Yan tried to stretch out his hand, those tears fell down like a thousand pounds, and flowed from the eyes of his sweetheart, carrying the pain in his body temperature.

The back of his hand was burned, he flinched, his eyes followed the young man unconsciously: "Qian Huan, you don't have to be burdened, the teacher committed suicide, you don't know when you return to China, in fact, he has already had this intention."

Gu Qianhuan's eyes froze, her fingers clenched her palms tightly, the words kept echoing in her mind, be careful of everything around her, the last words left by the teacher, so he guessed it a long time ago, right?

Only himself, kept in the dark, what does he want to do?What is he going to do?When he looked at Cheng Yan again, he already had a different feeling in his heart.

He closed his eyes, and in an instant, all the blood on his face faded. Cheng Yan saw his strong reaction on his pale face and pale lips. His heart tightened, and he poured a glass of warm water: "Qian Huan, first Drink some hot water, we don't want this to happen, the dead are dead, and the living are like this."

Gu Qianhuan suddenly made a sound, throwing out a sentence that contradicted each other: "Cheng Yan, have you seen "The Truman Show"?"

Cheng Yan looked suspicious, but he smiled miserably.

In "The Truman World", Truman was born to live under the manipulation of others, everything around him was false, and finally found the truth, everyone is an actor, what an absurd plot, it's just a drama to entertain the public, but the reality In life, it really has played out.

Truman rowed the boat and opened the door to the real world. What about him?

He has found the key to discernment, and nothing can cover his eyes. Only then does he know that after seeing through, there is a deeper abyss, which is enough to bring people beyond redemption.

Gu Qianhuan suddenly clenched his palms into fists, and his tone changed into a brisk tone: "Yes, I should cheer up. If the teacher saw me just now, he would definitely be so angry that he would jump up from the ground and hit me!"

Cheng Yan couldn't help laughing, he was relieved, he didn't notice that from the beginning to the end, Gu Qianhuan was holding the glass, and he didn't take a sip of the water in the glass.

Gu Fengyao stayed in the police station for six hours, the handcuffs left a deep red mark on his wrist, and then he was released.

Gu Fengyao frowned lightly: "That's it?"

The police officer put away the handcuffs, avoided his eyes in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, the investigation has delayed your time."

It is true that they made a mistake. According to the news from the forensic doctor and the clues of other people in the bureau investigating the crime scene, the cause of Zheng Zhongxu's death was suicide.

Gu Fengyao moved his joints and said leisurely: "Then I lost money, and I should make up for it."

Police officer: "???"

When he went in without knowing it, Gu Fengyao suddenly raised his head, looked at the surveillance camera in the upper right corner of the interrogation room, and said in a calm tone, "I want to see Director Liu."

The policeman froze in place. Is Director Liu someone he can meet whenever he wants?He was thinking, and suddenly, an old voice came from the camera: "Xiao Li, bring him to 302."

Gu Fengyao got his wish and met a hale and hearty old man here. He met him for the first time. He was in the prime of his life, full of vigor and vigor, and now he had half a hundred temples.

Director Liu smiled kindly: "I heard you want to see me."

Gu Fengyao looked calm and straight to the point: "There is no surveillance on the roof, and no one expected that Zheng Zhongxu would commit suicide suddenly. He is the only clue person to find the L base, at least on the surface. Don't you want to know that he told me before he died? What is it?"

Director Liu's smile remained unchanged, his eyes shot out, and in just a moment, he returned to the state of drinking tea leisurely: "You are right, so what?"

Gu Fengyao: "I'll tell you what he said. In exchange, I want to review Gu Qianhuan's protection order."

Director Liu: "It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You have been obsessed with another thing, and now you have given up. It's a pity..."

Gu Fengyao's fingertips trembled, his sharp eyes were like unsheathed knives, and he had the courage to move forward: "I will try my best to find him."

He has already paid the price for this, and the price of trapping himself is continuous sinking. He has always known that the 15-year-old boy has not yet grown up, can't learn worldly skills, can't learn tact, and only has the most cowardly disguise.

But now, he has someone he loves, and he wants to protect him, so he has no reason to indulge in the past.

……

When Gu Fengyao went out, Zhang Lin had been waiting outside for a long time. He started the car and asked, "Boss, where are we going?"

Gu Fengyao: "Go home."

He closed his eyes, seemingly resting, but actually kept thinking until the car stopped downstairs.

When Gu Fengyao got out of the elevator, he saw that the door of the opposite room was closed tightly. He stood stiffly at the door, staring at the door plate with deep eyes, and dared not move for a long time.

Holding a large bouquet of perfume lilies in his arms, the pure white flowers are pure and beautiful. He holds the flowers and stares at them. His Huanhuan likes perfume lilies the most.

Suddenly, he heard a loud noise.

Gu Fengyao tensed his body, he looked at the source of the sound: "Huanhuan? Huanhuan? What's wrong with you?"

No one responded to him.

In the room, Gu Qianhuan was painting, the studio was as bright as day, he was wearing pajamas, his out-of-focus pupils were staring at the canvas, those extremely moist and beautiful eyes slowly turned, his slender fingers trembling slightly, Because the pen was not written for a long time, the paint dripped back to the paint tray.

He heard many voices.

"Qian Huan?"

Hearing the familiar voice, his eyes overflowed with joy, and he smiled at the canvas: "Teacher?"

The other party did not respond to him: "Here, emphasize the tone again, why are you so stupid!"

He squirmed his lips, his eyes trembling with fear: "No, teacher, no, I will work hard."

"You are so stupid, why are you so stupid, you can't even draw such an obvious tone..."

"Qianhuan, in fact, the teacher is not dead, I lied to you, you are too easy to lie, hahaha..."

"Qianhuan...Qianhuan...have you read my letter? Who else can you trust? Everyone is false. Do you think you are real?"

There were many, many voices. Gu Qianhuan saw the figure of the teacher, right in front of him, he flickered, and he knew instinctively that something was wrong, but another voice came in: "Huanhuan, are you thirsty? Would you like some hot water?"

The palette fell to the ground, and the colorful paint instantly stained the floor.

He covered his ears, those voices came from all directions, he couldn't avoid them anyway, he looked in front of him murmuringly: "Hot water?"

"Fake! It's all fake!"

With a violent swing, the water glass fell to the ground, smashed into pieces, and made another loud noise. He froze on the spot, and changed again...it became his studio, with a mess in front of him.

His easel, drawing board fell to the ground, and the big bookcase in the corner hit the floor with a bang. He looked down at his hands: "Really? Am I real?"

"No, I'm not real, I don't exist."

He laughed, with a faintly crazy smile. He opened the tin box where he stored things, and cut off one piece of broken porcelain, and another piece. The porcelain pieces were too blunt, and there were shallow cuts in his wrists, but he liked it very much.

He stared at the tiles in front of him. The tail of the gray-patterned kitten was covered with beautiful red. It was so vivid. It was full of red roses.

He heard the thumping sound, walked slowly, looked at it well, and liked the one on his wrist the most, the porcelain slices cut the flesh one by one: "Rose, you bloomed for me, right?"

"Meow~"

Little Lihua jumped out of the cat's nest and pulled at the owner's trouser legs. It smelled a strong smell of blood, but the human didn't notice it. He focused on his wrist. It kept barking, and Gu Qianhuan rolled his eyes. , the roses bloomed all the way to its small head: "Little Lihua, you are fake too, right?"

The banging on the door got louder.

He walked towards the door, and Xiaolihua followed step by step.

Outside.

Gu Fengyao exhaled hot air, sweat stained his clothes, the high-end residential area he lived in was expensive, and the facilities were naturally strong, before people came, he kept banging and kicking the door, his ten fingers were bleeding, but he didn't feel it at all.

"Huanhuan, Huanhuan, wait for me..." He was short of breath, just thinking about it, his heart seemed to be tightly pressed by something heavy, making it impossible for him to breathe.I have missed it once, how can I miss it a second time.

Huanhuan, wait for me, wait for me!

Soon, the hands were bloody and bloody, with bright red blood continuously flowing down.

The author has something to say: The next chapter is about abuse

This chapter is a bit miserable, lie down and scold

[At nine o'clock in the evening, I also tried to double update]

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Tianzixiao; 7 bottles of sand sculpture Corgi;

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