Master, he never speaks

Shen Xiangchu is very entangled now, he knows that as long as he is ruthless and cuts off with a knife, the person who killed the Shen family will become a dead soul under the knife, and he can also succeed in revenge.

As long as Shen Qianche is ruthlessly killed here, he can avenge the 3000 members of the Shen family. feel ashamed.

It was all Shen Qianche's fault. It was Shen Qianche who killed the Shen family. It was Shen Qianche who sacrificed the blood of 3000 members of the Shen family for his own roots and blood.

All of this... is Shen Qianche's fault.

Shen Xiangchu: "Just be ruthless, just be ruthless and give Shen Qianche a knife..."

Shen Xiangchu: "This annoying guy who dangles in front of people every day will die..."

Shen Xiangchu: "As long as the knife goes down!"

In Shen Xiangchu's mind, he would think of that day again, when he returned to Shen's house after buying peach blossom cakes for Shen Qianche, the once prosperous Shen's house was full of broken corpses on the ground.

Apart from Shen Qianche, there was no one alive.

Shen Xiangchu is the eldest son of the Shen family. He has been raised as an heir since he was born. Everything his father and mother taught him is to make him put the prosperity of the family first, and the love between his children is next.

Shen Xiangchu: "Shen Xiangchu, why are you still softening your heart?!"

Shen Xiangchu: "It's all because of this guy that you became what you are now!"

Shen Xiangchu's subordinates used a little more strength, and the thin blade cut open the fragile skin of Shen Qianche's neck, and bright red sweet blood flowed out, sticking to the blade.

The fierceness in Shen Xiangchu's eyes became more and more intense, the bright red flushed his eyes, and the hatred in his heart reached its peak.

When he was about to make such a ruthless attack...

Shen Qianche suddenly moved.

As if he had fallen into a sweet dream, he slightly turned his crimson cheeks, and gently rubbed Shen Xiangchu's index finger knuckles with his soft lips.

Shen Xiangchu: "!!!"

The airflow that Shen Qianche exhaled was very soft, and it sprayed on the back of Shen Xiangchu's hand. Like a harmless little animal, he rubbed his lips against Shen Xiangchu's knuckles again and again, opened his mouth and let out a soft cry :

Shen Qianche: "Brother..."

Those two simple words seemed to scald Shen Xiangchu, he suddenly withdrew his hand, regained his thoughts and reason, and looked at Shen Qianche panting heavily.

The sharp blade was still stained with blood, and the bright red blood slid down the sharp blade, finally gathered at the tip of the blade, and fell to the ground.

Shen Xiangchu: "I...what the hell are I doing..."

Shen Xiangchu is in great pain now. At this time, he understands one thing - he can scold Shen Qianche, beat Shen Qianche, humiliate Shen Qianche in front of so many people, and ignore Shen Qianche's thoughts. Trampling on Shen Qianche.

But he would never be able to kill Shen Qianche by himself.

Shen Qianche: "Brother..."

Shen Qianche half-opened his eyes ignorantly, and looked around the room with watery eyes. When he found Shen Xiangchu, his eyes instantly lit up, shining with a dazzling luster.

He looked at Shen Xiangchu's eyes as if he was looking at his own world.

Shen Qianche: "Brother."

Shen Qianche foolishly looked at Shen Xiangchu and smiled. His eyes were bent, like little crescents, and he smiled sweetly at Shen Xiangchu. He said to Shen Xiangchu:

Shen Qianche: "Brother, do you know the meaning of my name?"

Shen Xiangchu tightly held the dagger in his hand, he clenched his teeth, not daring to look at Shen Qianche again, his heart ached with soreness.

How could he not know the meaning of Shen Qianche's name?

That was the name he gave Shen Qianche.

[From now on, your name will be Shen Qianche, right? 】

[Thousand means you are one in a thousand; Che means you are always clean, together they are Qian Che. 】

【Brother hopes that you will live a brilliant life forever and be able to face the sun forever. 】

Shen Xiangchu raised his hand to cover his face, a feeling of powerlessness gradually spread in his chest, what should he do?

Shen Qianche couldn't be killed, and this person couldn't be driven away. He was living in painful memories every day, and he was about to be driven crazy by the reality.

Shen Xiangchu: "Shen Qianche, please, let me go."

Shen Xiangchu's voice was trembling, the knife in his hand could not be held steadily, his back seemed to be bent by countless sufferings and choices, his voice was full of tears, and he said word by word:

Shen Xiangchu: "Please, please let me go, don't continue to appear in front of me!"

Shen Xiangchu: "I'm really... about to be driven crazy by you."

Shen Qianche was still looking at his silly smile, as if he didn't understand why Shen Xiangchu was sad, he tilted his head in doubt, then raised his arms, and opened his face to Shen Xiangchu.

Shen Qianche: "Brother, can you give me a hug?"

Shen Xiangchu didn't speak. He leaned his back against the wall, closed his eyes in pain, and let out a long breath. There were countless complicated emotions hidden in his closed eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but when Shen Xiangchu opened his eyes again, he returned to his usual indifferent appearance.

He wiped the blood off the blade, then turned around, walked out the door without hesitation, and said word by word:

Shen Xiangchu: "Don't come to me again."

After Shen Xiangchu went out, the room was so quiet that one could hear the sound of a needle being dropped.

Shen Qianche buried his face in his arms, still smiling.

But his eyes were a little clearer.

Shen Qianche raised his finger and rubbed the wound on his neck with his fingertips. The blade was very sharp, and blood was cut out with just a light scrape. The blood stained his fair fingertips red.

Shen Qianche knew everything. Although he was delirious after being drunk, he was not so delirious as to be so delirious.

So when Shen Xiangchu put the knife on his neck, Shen Qianche was half awake.

He saw the despair on Shen Xiangchu's face, he felt the killing intent emanating from Shen Xiangchu's body, and he could know the hatred in his heart through the voice of Shen Xiangchu when he spoke.

Shen Qianche: "But brother, what did I do wrong?"

Shen Qianche: "Obviously I didn't do anything, and I didn't do those things..."

Shen Qianche: "Why are you unwilling to believe what others are willing to believe?"

Shen Qianche smiled wryly. He picked up another jug ​​of wine beside the table and poured it into his mouth desperately. The scalding wine was poured into his stomach, causing a sharp pain.

Shen Qianche laughed, a lot of wine overflowed from his lips, which wet the skirt of his chest, those nerve-stimulating wines finally made Shen Qianche cry out uncontrollably.

Shen Qianche: "What did I do wrong again!"

Shen Qianche raised her hand in embarrassment, covering her tear-filled eyes.

He couldn't help but start to regret why he met Shen Xiangchu in the first place.

Is there no encounter, no expectation, no hope, and no pain?

This feeling is too heavy and too painful.

Shen Qianche raised her hand to cover her heart, tears rolled down her face.

If he never met Shen Xiangchu in his life... that would be fine.