long life

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Feeling sick for no reason, Zhou Jing vomited on the sink for a while, until her throat tightened and her stomach convulsed.

In the mirror, the circles of his eyes were red, and there were still a few drops of tears on his eyelashes, but it seemed that he had just cried a lot.

He stared at the mirror with downcast eyes and smiled weakly, not lamenting the injustice of fate to him, but secretly resenting that he was still powerless in front of Zhou Desheng at his age.

Even if they tried to solve it with a strong method, it only resulted in more entanglement.

At this time, there was the sound of a key being inserted in the door. It must be that Yu Xiu had just returned from the exam. Zhou Jing hurriedly turned on the tap and washed his face, trying to cover up the disturbing marks on his face.

"Brother, I'm back." Yu Xiu usually opened the door, and threw the shoes and socks in front of the shoe cabinet with the joy of liberation.

"Well, it's good to be back." Zhou Jing's response came from the bathroom, faintly dull.

Yu Xiu didn't pay too much attention to it, and still happily shared things with him, "Before the exam, I was worried that there were two types of questions that I didn't review, but I waited until the test papers were issued..."

When he said this, his voice stopped abruptly, and his smile froze a little.

When his eyes fell on the bloody tiles at the door of the bathroom, Yu Xiu couldn't help breathing, and without thinking about looking for slippers, he rushed into the bathroom barefoot.

"Brother? What happened?" Yu Xiu looked at him nervously, but felt that something was wrong, especially Zhou Jing's eyes seemed to indicate that he had just cried.

Zhou Jing forced a smile, his voice still hoarse, "I'm fine, just now...my dad came."

Yu Xiu suddenly thought of a man and a woman who came out of the elevator, no wonder the man looked very familiar, and felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

"Did he come to trouble you?" Yu Xiu asked nervously as he turned his shoulders and stared at Zhou Jing.

Seeing him getting angry in a hurry, Zhou Jing felt relieved, just smiled and patted his shoulder, "It's nothing, it's just that he divorced your aunt. If you don't understand, come and ask me."

"What else can he not understand about the divorce? He..." Yu Xiu lost control of his emotions. When he saw Zhou Jing's bleeding right hand, he felt that his reason was washed away by anger, "Where is the hand? What is the hand?" hurt?"

Zhou Jing avoided his gaze and explained: "The vase you bought in the living room was accidentally broken by me. I wanted to clean it up, but I accidentally scratched it."

Yu Xiu let him go, turned around and left the bathroom, strode into the living room, the smell of low-quality cigarettes was faintly lingering in the air, and the computer desk was also an unsightly mess.

If he said nothing happened, he would not believe it anyway.

"He hit you?" Yu Xiu's voice couldn't hide his anger, he cursed and tried to chase him out.

"Yu Xiu!" Zhou Jing hurriedly reached out and grabbed his wrist, half of his body was in front of him, "No, I'm almost thirty, how can I be beaten by him again for nothing."

"Then I'll go to the police, my things were damaged by him, so it's okay."

Zhou Jing grabbed his arm and shook his head anxiously, "It's useless to call the police..."

Yu Xiu tried to break free from his restraint, but his arm barely touched his waist during the struggle, Zhou Jing let out a muffled groan, with a pained look on his face.

"You..." Yu Xiu stopped suddenly, not sure where he was injured.

It's just that there is anger and distress in his heart, the person he wants to cherish with all his strength, the person he wants to hold in his heart, but he still sees him hurt.

Yu Xiu suddenly recalled that when he was a child, Zhou Desheng appeared frequently at that time, but every time he appeared, he would bring endless quarrels and tears to that family. Yu Xiu had witnessed Zhou Desheng raised his belt high, like When dealing with livestock, Zhou Jing is generally beaten.

So young, he didn't know how courageous he was, he desperately opened his arms in front of Zhou Desheng, and refused to let him touch Zhou Jing again. Naturally, Zhou Desheng didn't dare to touch him, after all, Yu Xiu's parents were not something he could mess with.

"Yu Xiu..." Seeing his distraught appearance, Zhou Jing's heart suddenly felt sour, and his eyes were a little moist. "This matter, I have the ability to solve it myself, and I can't involve you. Just listen to my brother, okay?"

He tightly clenched Yu Xiu's sleeve with his fingers, fearing that an innocent person would have anything to do with Zhou Desheng. His father knew very well that scoundrels and bastards were not suitable for that person.

"Are you hungry?" Yu Xiu suddenly changed the subject, and his voice was as calm as ever.

Zhou Jing was startled, as if he didn't react for a moment, he could only shake his head dully, "I'm not hungry yet, it's not past five o'clock yet."

Yu Xiu supported his shoulders, bowed his head and said softly: "I listen to my brother, then let's go to the wound first, clean up the living room and then cook."

"Okay." Seeing that he was not as emotional as before, Zhou Jing was relieved.

The wound was simply not big, so there was no need to go to the hospital for special stitches. Yu Xiu helped him disinfect and apply medicine, and then made a simple bandage. Although the gauze was wrapped a few times less, it still looked like a strange-shaped rice dumpling after completion.

Zhou Jing knew that Yu Xiu had a very bad impression of him as a father. He regarded himself as a relative since he was a child, so he would inevitably not feel impulsive.

When he was bandaging his own wound, Zhou Jing quietly observed the expression on Yu Xiu's face several times, but that face was too calm, and all bad emotions were buried in the calmness.

The maturity that does not match his age made Zhou Jing suddenly have an illusion that he is suitable for dependence.

Yu Xiu took over all the work and let Zhou Jing just wait for dinner. After tidying up the living room and entering the kitchen, he took out his mobile phone and edited two items.

One was sent to Li He, the secretary of his father Yu Zhenglin, [Uncle Li, can you help me investigate a person, and the information will be sent to your mailbox later. ]

After thinking about it, I clicked on the message again, and filled in the code and my mother's mobile phone number in the recipient column, [Mom, I remember you have a very good lawyer in China, I have questions and I want to consult him. ]

After clicking send, Yu Xiu put the phone into his trouser pocket, it would be a lie to say he didn't care.

He retreated to the kitchen door and looked sideways towards the living room, and saw Zhou Jing was wiping the dust on the glass window awkwardly, after wiping it a few times, he stared out of the window in a daze.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyes the outline of the person in front of the window, he stands facing the light, every frame is precious to the eyes behind him.

When the food was served on the table and the street lights could be seen through the window, Yu Xiu prepared a spoon for Zhou Jing so that it would be easier for him to eat with his left hand.

Neither of them mentioned what happened in the afternoon. When Yu Xiu served Zhou Jing the second bowl of egg drop soup, he suddenly asked, "Brother, do you still remember the one I picked up when I was in the fourth grade of primary school?" A stray cat?"

"Huh?" Zhou Jing's hand holding the spoon paused, and his memory gradually recalled, "You're talking about the baboon that was given to Aunt Liu later? Is it okay now?"

Yu Xiu couldn't help smiling when he heard his name mentioned, and nodded in response: "The baboon is old now, I went to see it last summer vacation, and now it is an ancestor with grandchildren."

"That's great." Zhou Jing finally had a smile on his face, with some regret, "I want to see it once when I have time, after all, the lives of these little things are relatively short, and I'm just afraid that one day they will die. left, so I have never dared to raise any small animals."

"But I won't." Yu Xiu bit his chopsticks and said something vaguely.

Zhou Jing heard it clearly, and couldn't help laughing in a low voice, "Of course not, you are not a kitten or puppy, how can you be like them."

Yu Xiu raised his eyebrows lightly, tilted his head and looked at Zhou Jing, "I can be."

"Ah?" Zhou Jing was obviously taken aback, and then laughed again, "What can you be?"

Yu Xiu raised the corner of his mouth, staring at Zhou Jing with piercing eyes: "Wang~"

Zhou Jing's hand holding the spoon was visibly stiff, but the roots of his ears couldn't help but heat up when he laughed.

"No one would say that I'm a dog." Zhou Jing muttered in a low voice, "I didn't feel anything when I was young, but now you are more and more like a fool."

"Well, I think it's what it looks like." Seeing his mood change, Yu Xiu couldn't help but smile, "They may not last long, but I will."

Zhou Jing was slightly taken aback, and continued to eat with a low response.

Yu Xiu looked at Zhou Jing and smiled, as much as possible, he just wanted to make this person feel happy.

Seeing him smile is more unique than seeing him lonely.