hello little angel

"He refused to say anything, and he refused to open his mouth no matter what. When he encountered a hard bone that was not easy to chew, he would have to make it through the night."

The man in the crumpled black police uniform sighed and knocked on the glass with his fingers. The police officer in the interrogation room came out after hearing the sound. The man glanced at Zong Rong with a playful expression: "It's rare to see you like this, what, The one you are looking for is someone close to you?"

Zong Rong stubbed out the cigarette butt, gray stubble grew around his usually smooth chin, and his gloomy eyebrows were hidden by loose forehead hair.Without answering the man's question, he was silent for a while and asked, "What did you find?"

"Let's think about it... In addition to drugs and some daily necessities, there is a mobile phone, yours."

Zong Rong frowned: "Mine?"

The latest call records showed that it was from his adoptive father, Lu Bingzhu, the boss of City A.

It was Jin Ya who stole his mobile phone, but Jin Ya would never answer Lu Bingzhu's call.

Seeing that Zong Rong was about to leave, the man called to stop him in time: "What about the kid inside?"

The person sitting in the interrogation room was tall and stout but with a dull expression, and his habitual bow and head made it hard to believe that he was actually the poison maker of "Blue Crystal".Aqi bowed his head and said nothing, if it weren't for his chest rising and falling when he breathed, he would look almost dead if he didn't move.

Zong Rong sat across from him, with his long legs resting on the table. He didn't have time to talk nonsense with Aqi, so he just went straight to the point: "Where should I bury him?"

Aqi's body trembled as if he had been electrocuted, but he still didn't speak.

"Okay." Zong Rong's patience with others has always been only three seconds, and he immediately said: "Then throw it into the sea."

"No! Please..."

Zong Rong took a breath, "Where is it buried?"

"Tongle, Zhen." The voice squeezed out of his throat, Aqi's eyes were red and he was struggling to breathe: "That is, my hometown."

Hometown, also called Bloodland.Half of the person who was born died there, and the other half who wandered for many years should also be buried there.

Zong Rong still remembers seeing Jin Ya for the first time in a chaotic street fight. The young boy was knocked off the bridge of his nose, and his face was bloody and ugly.Now I see him most in the toilet of the narrow rented house, on the toilet, the whole head is covered in a plastic bag filled with helium, his eyes are blue and purple, his expression is distorted, and he is still shockingly ugly.

Zong Rong thought, this guy has been by his side for so many years, but he still can't learn to pretend to be decent. He deserves to be buried in a remote town that doesn't shit, and he deserves to sleep next to his poor parents in the worst cemetery.

Maybe decades, when his elder brother is released from prison, he will also die there and be buried in their blood.

In the afternoon, Zong Rong drove to a villa area in Fengshan. The maple-red roof was burning along the lush greenery like the setting sun. It looked like a raging mountain fire from a distance, but there was only one person living in the villa with a radius of one kilometer. , even if it does catch fire, only one person will be burned to death.

There is nothing wrong with being burned to death, Zong Rong thought maliciously, if Lu Bingzhu was burned to death, he would be free.

In Lu Bingzhu’s villa, there is not a single locked door, nor is there a single lit lamp. Moss is mottled on the porch and porch, and the dead garden is full of depression. From the outside, it looks desolate and old, as if it has been forgotten. same century.

The furnishings in the house are fairly clean, but they are too simple, with traces of rust everywhere, such as bookshelves, chandeliers, and stair railings... Go up the spiral carved stairs, and there are not famous masterpieces hanging on the blue and yellow walls around you. Instead, there are many rice paper paintings with messy strokes and bright colors, and several pictures even have handprints that may have been accidentally stained by the painters.

At that time, the painter was probably lying on the ground, propped up with one hand, while holding the paintbrush in the other hand to move freely. Like a child, he would paint whatever color he likes, paint whatever his eyes see, and sometimes pick a fruit when he gets tired of painting. Sitting next to the rice paper and eating without hesitation, the sweet juice slides down the fingers and arms, and finally falls from the lonely joints to the painting.

Zong Rong has more or less heard of so-called abstract painters, but it is unheard of for them to be abstracted to this extent.

What a free and unrestrained "painter".

Even if the rice paper has been specially treated and protected, you can still see the traces of the passage of time when you look at it now. This "painter" should have been born many years ago, and he can occupy half of Lu Bingzhu's home alone. An unknown person.

The painting at the end of the stairs is a human figure. It is rare for this unrestrained "painter" to use only black ink to clearly outline the outline of a man's upper body. Although the outline is clearly outlined, the lines are extremely brutal. There are no facial features, only the lines that seem to be drawn with a letter, reminiscent of the silent black mountains at dawn and dusk.

Zong Rong observed the painting for a long time. He couldn't tell what he was looking at, or what he wanted to see. It wasn't until there was a crisp "click" door opening not far away that he suddenly remembered what happened to him this time. What is it for.

"I thought you would meet me somewhere else." Zong Rong closed the door gently, and turned to face the man who had adopted him.

Lu Bingzhu sank into the chair, and the noon sun shone in from the window beside him, hiding all the facial features of the man in the shadows, only the black and silent silhouette remained motionless, instantly reminding Zong Rong of the painting outside the door.

"Is there any difference?" Lu Bingzhu asked him.

Is there no difference?This place this villa is just like no other, this is your true "home".

Zong Rong thought so in his heart, but didn't say anything.He took out the mobile phone that should have been used as evidence, and reported the betrayal of Jinya and the escape of the blue crystal from beginning to end, then turned to the call records, and finally got to the point:

"Boss, who answered your call at that time?"

To be honest, five points of Zong Rong’s staying under Lu Bingzhu’s hand was to repay his kindness, and the other five points were pure laziness. Lazy, pretending, and rascal, he felt that all of this was like a huge game, and everyone was an npc.

Except for him, he is neither an npc nor a player, he is more like a dispensable spectator, there is no need to exist.

Until he met his little nightingale, a little nightingale with a pair of beautiful wings.

Little Nightingale just waved in a certain direction at random, and he entered the game without warning and without hesitation, willing to become Xingyu's only npc.

Therefore, if Lu Bingzhu's answer at this moment would threaten Xing Yu even in the slightest, then Zong Rong would be able to turn against him at the speed of light without changing his face.

Lu Bingzhu's subordinates didn't seem to understand the mystery of Zong Rong's words, and he didn't care which pocket Zong's swords and guns were in. He just leaned back in his chair very relaxedly, as if asking if you had breakfast today. He asked Zong Rong in a calm tone: "Do you know who you were 170 seven years ago?"

Zong Rong doubted his ears for a moment, "What?"

But Lu Bingzhu has already switched to the next question that is not a problem: "Zong Dai is back."

How else to say that the fate of a love rival is not fate, Zong Rong just kept silent and admitted it.

"That's it." Lu Bingzhu stood up and murmured in relief, "His mission should be completed."

"Thank you for your hard work, just do me one more favor, thank you very much."

All the alarms in Zong Rong's body went off at that second, and he immediately drew out his gun, pointing the muzzle at Lu Bingzhu's forehead.

The backlit face should have been blurry, but in the middle of a pair of extremely black eyes that looked like black holes, a needle-sized blood red burst into Zong Rong's sight abruptly, such a small but dazzling bright red, like a burning hot mountain fire , along the line of grass ash snakes and finally burned until he was burned, and the foreshadowing was a hundred years ago, thousands of miles away.

The things left in the bridge hole more than half a year ago are still there, the shriveled and wrinkled instant noodle barrels that have not been cleaned up in the future, and the few bricks that have fallen down. That was the "stove" that Zong Dai used to boil water for him. , After the high tide, the river flooded the original river bank, and the withered and yellow reeds were soaked in the water, but the evergreen algae grew like crazy.

The afterglow of winter is still there, and the harbinger of spring is coming. The open bridge hole is terribly cold. The bricks and stones are colder than ice, and the moisture seems to have a consciousness.

From Jin Ya's words, Xing Yu guessed that both Zong Dai and Zong Rong should have arrived in City A. After escaping from the laboratory, he walked around aimlessly and found that Li Zong Dai had taken him there before. The night market is very close, so I followed the vague route in my memory and finally walked under the bridge.

He will come back here to find me, and can't run around.

The little angel spread his wings and wrapped himself into a ball, and he sat by the bridge hole, hugging his knees and obediently waiting for Zong Dai to come to him.

When Zong Rong and the police were busy looking for someone from Jinya, Zong Dai left him silently, left the empty laboratory, walked through the traffic of people in Chechuan, and walked to the long bridge.He had met his own miracle here.

"you're back!"

"I've been waiting for you for so long, my legs are numb."

The picture in front of me and the sound I heard overlapped with the past scene, as if being elongated by slow motion, replaying in Zong Dai's eyes frame by frame.

Xing Yu stood up tremblingly, he sniffed, the tip of his nose was red from the cold. "Zong Dai, I'm cold." He said.

His throat was so choked, Zong Dai couldn't speak, he opened his mouth, as if frozen by the cold wind, his eyes scanned Xing Yu's whole body, from head to toe, and finally fell on his swollen wrist.

Xingyu's wrist looks thinner, and his bones are even thinner. Zong Dai always has to be careful when touching him and kissing him, like a beast licking nectar.Somewhere, out of sight of time, out of his sight, someone rudely hurt his beloved flower.

Zong Dai's state is obviously not right, a precursor to loss of control.

"It doesn't matter, I did it on purpose." Xing Yu stepped forward, with his arms open for a hug: "Come on, give me a hug, don't get angry."

Zong Dai supported Xing Yu's back with trembling hands, leaned against his ear, bent down and lowered his head to completely embrace Xing Yu, and sighed unbearably, "Don't leave me again, please."

Xing Yu patted the big dog on the head and asked softly, "Is this your wish?"

Is this his wish?

If I answer yes, will you implement it for me?

Many years ago, in a dilapidated orphanage, an old nun with an old voice said that the angels had mercy on the world, would bestow blessings on people in suffering, and then leave.

Zong Dai had a desire, followed by greed.Just like the child who picked up the magic lamp cannot wish for a thousand more wishes, Zong Dai also cannot wish that his angel will stay by his side forever.

It was his question, hanging on the bottom of his tongue.

"Zong Dai, is this your wish?"

Eurydice's call is the biggest obstacle on Orpheus' journey from hell to the world.

Don't look back, why don't you turn back, he wants to turn back.

"Yes." Zong Dai closed his eyes tightly: "I hope to be by your side forever."

The author has something to say: Zong Rong just returned to the original body~