Xia Lang

Lin Ju lowered his eyes to look at Li Zhaozhuo, who was curled up with coughing, moved his fingers slightly, but quickly clenched them together. Feeling the heat in his eyes, he hurriedly raised his eyes and didn't dare to look again, but the words he spit out were cold. Wuwen, seemingly impatiently interrupted his chaotic words, "Whatever it is, it doesn't matter."

Interrupted by him, Li Zhaozhuo stopped coughing blindly, adjusted his breathing, and recovered after a while.

The eyes were flooded with water from a violent cough. If someone else was standing in front of him, he would not have allowed such a weak look about to cry to be shown in front of them, but the one standing beside him was Song Linju.

He looked up at Song Linju, trying to capture the distressed emotion in his eyes, even a little bit.

But he just stood there, indifferent, and when he looked down at him, the firmness in his eyes was like a shield, blocking him, the enemy, from the city wall, seeing that he was no different from the group of people he said was troublesome.

What he said was true, and he was lost in his eyes.

Realizing something, Li Zhaozhuo's already pale face seemed to turn pale again. He stretched out his trembling hand to grab the person who was close in front of him, but Song Linju took a small step back lightly. Under favorable circumstances, the distance between the two of them was suddenly like a moat.

But Li Zhaozhuo didn't give up, and kept probing in the direction of Song Linju with his weak and numb hands, his tone could even be called praying, "Mr. Song, don't be like this..."

He looked up at him, there was still water in his usually sharp eyes, his eyes were flushed with excitement, and a person who was usually so proud seemed pitiful at this moment.

But the only person in the room who would feel sorry for him could not soften his heart.

"Let's just leave it at that, and don't come to me again." Song Linju looked away, turned and left without hesitation, as if the one who was begging before him was just an insignificant stranger.

"Song Linju!"

The people behind him were calling him, not the usual "Teacher Song" with a slight smile of intimacy, but his full name with a warning meaning.

But Song Linju didn't stop in his footsteps, and strode away, his furious voice was shut down in the room by him.

Song Linju, who seemed to be walking steadily and unmoved, staggered as soon as he walked out of the room.

The breath he had been holding on to when facing Li Zhaozhuo was exhausted in front of the closed door, his legs were so weak that he could barely stand, his slender hands held the dark brown door frame, his fingertips were white, and the veins on the back of his hands were blue Slightly protruding, his back slid slowly against the cold and hard door, and he sat powerlessly on the ground, as if he had been taken away in an instant.

The thick door has a good sound insulation effect. Even if he put his head on the door, Song Linju couldn't hear anything.But even if he couldn't hear it with his own ears, it's not hard to imagine Li Zhaozhuo's venting after his rage.

After closing his eyes for a while, Song Linju's heart felt numb from the stuffy "boom" on his back, as if something had been slammed on the door, waking up Song Linju who was out of strength.

He should go.

When Song Linju went to the study, Li Yukang was standing by the window on the phone, as if he was talking about the company, but when he saw Song Linju coming in absent-mindedly, he quickly ended the conversation.

Seeing that Song Linju who came in didn't look very good-looking, Li Bikang knew that he listened to his words.

Today, he deliberately let people reduce the dose of the sedative in advance, so that when Song Linju talked with him, he was in a relatively sober state.

Feeling abandoned soberly, it will be like a stick in your throat when you think about it. After all, the more pain you have, the longer your memory will be.

Li Bikang just looked at him without asking any questions, but Song Linju, who was in a mess of thoughts, couldn't hold back.

"He's going to give up pretty quickly."

Knowing that Song Linju was reminding him to release Li Zhaozhuo as soon as possible, Li Yukang smiled and replied: "This is very good, it means that he will soon be able to start a new life abroad."

He was affirming Song Linju's sensibility.

The person on the other side opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

At this time, Li Yukang was in a pretty good mood, so he took the initiative to ask, "What's wrong?"

Song Linju pursed his lips, shook his head and said, "It's okay, I should go back."

Song Linju originally wanted to ask Li Zhaozhuo when he would go abroad, but after thinking about it, it was unnecessary.

Now how can he have the position to ask such a question, besides, even if he knows, so what?Can he go and see him off?

Li Yikang put the documents back on the desk, and took the coat on the coat rack, "Okay, I'll see you off."

"No need..." Song Linju refused without even thinking about it. He just wanted to be alone for a while.

Li Yukang interrupted his refusal without hesitation, "Let's go, I happen to have something to go out too."

When I got downstairs, I realized it was raining.

The silver snake shuttles through the thick and dark clouds, and the light is coated with dazzling light on the beaded rain curtain, as if falling from the sky is not a light rain line but meteors with shining tails, the sky is full of light, Connecting into a magnificent ocean of stars between heaven and earth.

It's a pity that this magnificent and magnificent scene was only fleeting, and the majestic thunder that overwhelmed immediately shattered this magnificent scene.

I don't know if it's dissatisfaction with the overbearing thunder, the rain seems to be pouring directly from the sky, the rain is getting bigger and bigger, and the water mist is rampant between the sky and the earth.

Song Linju stopped and stared blankly, the light lit up by the magnificent sea of ​​stars in his eyes was shattered, and the already dark eyes became deeper and darker, impenetrable to light.

Steward Fang handed over two black umbrellas in time, which were the same style as Li Zhaozhuo's before, with simple and long handles.

Li Yukang took it, and opened one of them with his generous hands. When he was about to step into the rain, he didn't see Song Linju following him. He turned his head and saw Song Linju looking up at the distant sky.

"Lin Ju?"

Suddenly, Song Linju raised his legs and followed, "Here we come."

Amidst the noise of the rain, Song Linju's thoughts were empty, and he walked forward with inertia like a walking dead.

Not far away, the sound of glass shattering behind him shattered the sense of being alone in the world implied by the noisy rainy day, followed by exclamations and panicked footsteps.

In the chaos, words like "...young master...jumped off a building...doctor..." came to my ears with panic.

Song Linju turned his head subconsciously, but saw a scene that made his eyes tear apart.

decide

In the majestic heavy rain, Li Zhaozhuo, whose limbs were still wrapped in long chains, was lying on the muddy grass scattered with glass shards, his right leg was twisted in a weird posture, and there were many fine wounds on his face, mixed with rainwater, dripping blood, like It is an evil spirit that crawled up from hell, and it is very frightening.

His eyes were fixed on a certain direction, his fingers were deeply clasped on the turf, and he used his strength to crawl forward little by little, like a lone wolf who lost everything and wanted to tear a piece of flesh from the enemy with his life.

He is not willing!

The servants downstairs surrounded him immediately, but they were afraid that their rough hands and feet would aggravate Li Zhaozhuo's seemingly serious injuries. No one dared to touch Li Zhaozhuo for a while, which made Li Zhaozhuo dragged forward for a certain distance .

After seeing clearly who the prostrate person was, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the thunder that pierced through the clouds seemed to strike directly into Song Linju's brain.

With the sound of "boom", the reason he was proud of was instantly burned out. What kind of bullshit plan and forbearance were all thrown behind his head. But faster than him is Li Bikang.

Although his pupils shrank slightly from the shock of the scene in front of him, he was followed by monstrous anger.

Li Zhaozhuo's irrational behavior completely angered Li Yukang, and strengthened Li Yukang's determination to cut off the relationship between them.

He held Song Linju's arm, and his big palm was like iron tongs, stopping Song Linju from stepping into the heavy rain.

"It's only on the second floor, he'll be fine, you can go back now, and then?"

Song Linju, who subconsciously wanted to shake off the big palm on his arm, was stunned for a moment when asked, and then?

Capturing the blankness that flashed in Song Linju's eyes, Li Yukang knew that his emotions controlled his behavior. On the spur of the moment, he seized the weakness and pulled out the blankness of Song Linju, put it on the cutting board, and cut it open bit by bit in front of him. .

"In that case, not only will you not be able to change anything, but it will also make the situation worse. If you turn back this time, let him know that this method is useful. Then next time, in order to keep you, what more extreme means will he use to force you to turn back? Suicide?"

Li Yikang's voice was not loud, and even seemed low because of suppressed anger, but such a realistic and bloody autopsy was like a shocking wake-up call, pulling back Song Linju's rationality buried by strong emotions.

Song Linju's body froze, and he didn't exert any force to resist the painful palm on his arm, but his eyes were still fixed on the direction surrounded by people.

Li Yikang, who was closest to him, naturally sensed his compromise after returning to reason, but he also saw his struggle under suppression.

"There is no turning back when you shoot a bow. Lin Ju should understand this truth better than an old man like me?" He let go of his hand as he spoke, as if he had completely given the right to choose to Song Linju.

Without restraint, Song Linju didn't move, but looked at Li Zhaozhuo who was trying his best to get close to him through the heavy rain curtain.

The man lying on the ground in embarrassment seemed to feel that Song Linju was looking at him, and his fingers were too weak to hold the grass, so he rubbed his elbows forward instead. He caught Song Linju's eyes looking back, his eyes were stubborn, his lips were weng together, and he couldn't stop repeating something.

Song Linju couldn't help identifying it carefully, and found that what he repeated over and over again were only four simple words.

Don't go, please.

Obstinate and desperate hopeless supplication.

The eyes that haven't blinked for a long time are dry, and the flowing air is like a small blade cutting the exposed eyeballs inch by inch. Finally, overwhelmed by the burden, Song Linju's heavy eyelids slowly droop down, covering and trapping the corners of the eyes.