I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

Following his movements, Gu Qianhuan looked at the table: "What are you hiding—"

His voice stopped abruptly, Gu Fengyao closed his eyes in pain, it was too late, it was too late.

He spread out the second photo in his hand carelessly.

The car was cut open by the machine, and the object in the arms of the gentle woman finally showed its face, it turned out to be a living child.

He was lying in his mother's still warm embrace, his delicate and beautiful face was stained with blood, and a broken lollipop was in his hand. With his eyes open, he held the broken lollipop and handed it to his mother.At an age when he still doesn't know what life and death are, he has already experienced everything.

He survived under the shelter of his dead mother.

Under Gu Fengyao's photo, a pressed forensic identification sheet was found, which clearly stated: When the car accident happened, the female owner was in the co-pilot, and the male owner in the driver's seat reacted quickly, and slammed the steering wheel to face the most serious impact. , leaving the hope of life to his wife.

And his wife, Qin Zhenzhen, should have had an 80.00% chance of surviving, but she chose to hold her son tightly in her arms. The only struggle was to move her position, and when the glass window shattered, she used her flesh and blood to block it. All the impacts, the sharpest of which was a piece of glass, pierced her heart directly from behind.

Qin Zhenzhen was killed on the spot.

In this extremely tragic car accident, the only survivor was their child.

"patta-patta-"

Tears dripped down on the table and on the face of the woman in the photo, Gu Fengyao suddenly came back to his senses and found that he didn't hear any sound.

He turned his head to look, Gu Qianhuan pursed his lips tightly, his face was pale, his peach blossom eyes seemed to be submerged in water, soaking into a deep black like ebony, from the eyelids to the chin, there were long scar-like tear stains.He was like a bowstring stretched to the extreme, so suppressed that he could no longer suppress it.

Gu Fengyao regretted it too late, how could he let Huanhuan see such a tragic photo, how old was he at that time?Seven or eight years old?Gu Fengyao couldn't remember clearly, and his mind was already occupied by the words "he cried".

He was about to put away the next few photos immediately. Gu Qianhuan was one step ahead of him, and grabbed them into his hands. Tears blurred his vision, and he wiped them off, flowing out and then wiping them off, like beads with a broken thread, without end .

The third, the fourth, the fifth... the eighth, he was carried into the arms of the medical staff, on one side of the stretcher were his dead parents, and the white cloth was about to cover their faces.

The face that could not be seen clearly is completed at this moment. It turns out that his parents are like this, so it is like this!

Gu Qianhuan couldn't bear it any longer, half kneeling on the ground, tears streaming out, he pinched the photo, staring at the two people covered by the white cloth, he opened his mouth, it was the first time he knew that it was painful To the extreme, I can't even make a sound.

He lay on the ground and retched, as if he wanted to vomit out a heart, goug it out, why it hurts so much, how can it hurt so much...

Gu Fengyao hugged him into his arms and wiped away the tears from his eyes. The person he liked was in extreme pain, but he didn't even cry at all. Such deep depression almost made him suffocate. Gu Fengyao wished he could kill himself. How could it hurt him so much, how could it hurt him so much...

"Huanhuan, don't cry, don't cry, okay, when you cry, my heart is broken, don't cry, Huanhuan, my heart hurts, Huanhuan, my Huanhuan, I will be with you forever, I Be with you forever, Huanhuan, you can tell me to do anything, Huanhuan, you kill me, I beg you, please, Huanhuan, don’t cry..."

He humbled himself into the dust, the teardrops rolling from the young man's eyes burned his skin, hot as lava, sharp as a knife, piercing his heart, all the most intense and extreme emotions he felt in his life were all because of him, painful , Joyful, beautiful, tragic, gathered into the deepest love.

Gu Qianhuan is his light, only him, only him.

He chose him to be his own light and nothing else.

"Huanhuan, take a look at me." He held up the young man's face, from his eyelids to his chin, the salty tears burned his mouth, like a ball of flame, burning along the nerves and into the soul, he felt full The unsatisfactory thirst, the flame that burns the soul trembles and beats together with the heart.

"Huanhuan, I love you."

This was what Gu Fengyao once thought, a confession that would never be uttered. He knelt down in front of the young man humblely, piously and enthusiastically, lowering his proud head, begging for his mercy like a prisoner.

He offended him, he kissed him.

Please lock me up, into your heart, and sentence me to the heaviest and heaviest punishment, never to be released, to life imprisonment.

The shadows on the ground overlapped, as if—they were the same person.

Coming out of the file room, Gu Fengyao emptily supported his Huanhuan. He lowered his eyes, only seeing a section of plain white neck and black hair twirling.

Gu Fengyao's eyes were gloomy, and then, the corner of his clothes was pulled by something, Gu Qianhuan raised his head quietly, his wet red eyes were like the most beautiful rose, quietly blooming in his heart.

Gu Fengyao's breathing was stagnant, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Huanhuan, how are you, don't worry about what you want to say?"

Gu Qianhuan blinked, but said nothing, the wet red and beautiful eyebrows were the most colorful strokes, which made people's hearts flutter.

Obviously, it was Gu Fengyao who was talking about.

He squeezed his fingertips tightly until the bones of his fingers turned white. Only then did he restrain the beating heart in his chest and his instinct: "Huanhuan, I'll take you home."

Gu Qianhuan opened his mouth and said the first sentence: "I don't like you saying that." He paused, very serious and determined: "I don't have a home."

Mom and Dad are dead, and so is the teacher. He once thought that the bungalow would be his future home, but later he burned it down, along with the only feeling he had expected.

How dare he expect it.

Gu Fengyao's heart hurt like a knife, and for a moment, his back was soaked in cold sweat, and he was almost suffocated by the heavy and turbulent emotions. His hands and feet were cold, and his voice trembled: "Okay, Huanhuan, let's go back, let's go back."

Gu Fengyao started the car and glanced at the co-pilot intentionally or unintentionally. Gu Qianhuan was there, with his head lowered. The bright light outside the window was dotted with the handsome profile of the boy. The shadow of climbing fell on the thin white neck, like climbing The crawling pattern is strange and mysterious.

Gu Qianhuan took some of the printed documents and screened them word by word.

From the beginning to the end, he was never paid attention to.

With gloomy eyes, Gu Fengyao clicked on a song, and the soothing and elegant tunes flowed in the small car, dispelling the dull atmosphere.

The car turned around and drove on the asphalt road. The intersecting avenues were connected vertically and horizontally. There was a layer of faint white light under the street lamps. The road passed through the streets and alleys, extending in all directions like a spider web.

At the same time, not far from the other side of the intersection, a fully loaded truck was approaching at high speed, exuding a strong peach fragrance. Behemoth.

Gu Qianhuan raised her head, sniffed, and smelled a strong and sweet peach fragrance. On their side, in the parallel jeep, several people also moved their noses.

The scent of peaches permeates the air.

The moment the low-key black car appeared at the crossroads, a hideous large truck suddenly appeared. It was more like a ghost car that appeared suddenly, almost creepy in the dark night.

The moment they faced it, the smell of ripe peaches covered their mouths and noses invisibly, and the body of the oncoming truck was overturned, covering all the light in front of their eyes, and death followed like a shadow.

In the thick ink-like darkness, Gu Fengyao held the steering wheel and swung it to the right.

The author has something to say: Second watch, finished.

Update early tomorrow, maybe not too early QAQ