intangible heritage

"A Xun," Qin Rong was in the room filled with the smell of blood, turned his head and glanced at Jiang Xun with a smile, "I've used all these things on me."

There was silence all around.

Jiang Xun stood there stiffly.

Qin Rong stretched out his hand towards him, but Jiang Xun stared at his hand steadfastly, but finally shook his head and took two steps back.

Jiang Xun held on to the door frame, it became extremely difficult to breathe, a fishy-sweet taste welled up in his throat, and he stumbled out of the room.

While Jiang Xun retreated, Qin Rong seemed to hear the glass jar in his heart shatter.

He protects it very well and treats it like a treasure.

The overwhelming peach fragrance pervades the bottom of my heart, with bitterness in the sweetness.

Qin Rong's lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He trembled with his fingertips, retracted his hand, and laughed at himself, without any sadness or pain.

This reaction was within his expectations, so there was nothing to be sad about.

Jiang Xun said that he accepted, maybe he just said it in passing, he was naive and took jokes as a life-saving talisman.

How could Jiang Xun accept it?

He can't remember many things from that year, but Qin Rong can't forget how this child came to be.

It was he who gave Jiang Xun the medicine, and it was he who intended to imprison Jiang Xun with his children.

It was he who was insane and hopeless.

Jiang Xun couldn't accept him, it couldn't be more normal.

The darkness gradually engulfed Qin Rong like a tide. He was clearly smiling, but the light in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"Tom—"

There was a loud noise, followed by the sound of the hammer hitting a hard object.

Qin Rong opened his eyes in disbelief.

He looked at Jiang Xun like a crazy beast, swinging the hammer and smashing every place in the room, until the objects stained with his blood were broken into pieces, Jiang Xun stopped panting.

He looked at Qin Rong. After a long time, he dropped the hammer and walked towards Qin Rong step by step.

Extremely firm.

Shouldn't you leave him?

Why did you come here?

Qin Rong stared at him, but before he could react, he was pulled into a warm embrace. The arms of the person holding him were like iron, holding him tightly against his chest, for fear that he would disappear like a bubble in an instant.

Jiang Xun couldn't help making a 'ho ho' sound from his throat, like the last gasp of a dying beast.

He understood why Qin Rong didn't let him turn on the light, why there were countless fine scars on his body, and why he didn't respond to sexual incidents.

"Brother." Jiang Xun distorted his face, buried himself deep in Qin Rong's neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid, I smashed this place, no one can bully you anymore, no one!"

Afterwards, hot tears fell on Qin Rong's neck, his whole body shivered, and he came back to life in an instant, and the fading light in his eyes gradually gathered.

Thirteen years ago, he pushed open the door of Qin's family, saw Qin Xun, and saw the light.

Thirteen years later, Jiang Xun waved his hammer and smashed everything, and he saw the light again.

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Gritting his teeth, Jiang Xun cried for a long time, his eyes were red like a mutated rabbit.

It was Qin Rong who jumped out of his emotions first, embraced Jiang Xun's cheeks, raised his head and kissed his forehead, his voice softened, "My little master, don't cry."

very nice.

No matter how he changed, no matter how much he experienced, his young master was still the boy he was back then.

"I didn't cry!"

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Xun wiped away his tears, grabbed Qin Rong's collar, and bit his lips twice, but inadvertently saw several hideous scars under Qin Rong's collar.

His pupils constricted suddenly, and he got up abruptly, "Damn it, I'm going to dig the old beast's grave!"

When Qin Sheng threw him into a mental hospital to torture him, he never thought of this.

Qin Rong was almost overturned by Jiang Xun, but luckily he grabbed Jiang Xun's arm in time, Jiang Xun reacted quickly, and immediately bent down to hug him back into his arms.

Qin Rongren couldn't help laughing, and smiled softly. In an instant, all the suffering he had suffered in these years seemed to be wiped away, "This is against the law."

Jiang Xun gritted his teeth, his brows and eyes were full of hostility, and he said: "If you break the law, you will dig up. I will throw his ashes into the sea to feed the fish, and I will make him die without peace!"

"It's not worth it." Qin Rong stretched out his hand to smooth Jiang Xun's frowning brows, and said in a low voice, "Besides, his death was not peaceful."

When Qin Sheng was dying, Qin Rong told Qin Sheng a secret.

Qin Sheng's cloudy eyes were about to stare out of their sockets, and he wanted to get up angrily, but he had no strength left, and his whole body was limp like a paralyzed tissue.

He could only stare at Qin Rong helplessly and desperately, and finally swallowed his last breath unwillingly and resentfully.

Qin Rong lowered his eyes and looked at all this indifferently.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand to close Qin Sheng's eyes that had not been closed until his death.

Actually, there was one more thing he didn't say.

About Song Rong.

Song Rong hoped that after Qin Sheng died, some of his ashes could be buried in his tomb.

This is his will.

Only the person who helped him complete this matter can get his part of the inheritance.

So people from the Song family found him.

But Qin Rong rejected them, he was never a good person.

He looked out the window and suddenly thought.

Does Song Rong hate Qin Sheng?

If you hate him, why do you still want to be buried with him.

But if he didn't hate him, why would he refuse to let Qin Sheng meet even for the last time before he died.

But none of that matters anymore.

All the answers were buried with Qin Sheng's ashes.

[The author has something to say]: Let me scold first: What's the matter with this author!so short!Too much!Uncle can bear it and auntie can't bear it!

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