20 billion year old boyfriend

Ying Changjie's game had to end as soon as it started. Ying Yuchu smashed everything in the small building, including his Braille book, and burned it. He and his mother lived here for three years. Shouting people to put out the fire.

When he arrived at the small building, the fire was already raging into the sky.

"Where's fourth uncle?" Ying Chuanhao grabbed a housekeeper.

"Mr. Four is inside!"

Ying Changjie calmed down. When he came, he saw a man entering the small building, wearing a bright military uniform in the firelight.

He lit a cigarette, watched the crowd put out the fire, leisurely as if admiring the fireworks, and seeing Ying Chuanhao looking at him, he raised his eyebrows: "One?"

Ying Yuchu was not afraid at all. After he was six years old, he lived an inhuman life. He endured all kinds of pain in the laboratory. Before he was six years old, he should have lived a normal life like others, but what is Normal life, far away like the last life, can't remember clearly.

When the fire spouted out of the window, he thought of Jiang Jishan. He didn't have any visual memory of that person, but the vague shadow was as deep as a raging fire, scorching hot, and his voice was like a rushing ocean wave, which made people It was unbearable and it was difficult to breathe.

In fact, no matter how sensitive and intelligent he is, he is still just a child, and he doesn't understand why he has such complicated emotions for a person who has been with him for half a year.

He also didn't know if other people would feel sad for his own death. They should be buried peacefully in the soil like his mother. At the funeral, everyone was expressionless, and they left after the routine.

However, if he really turned into a ghost, he would not want to see his parents. He died not because of his parents or because of pain, but because he lived without hope.

From the time the fire started to spread throughout the house, in just 15 minutes, he was lying on the floor of the room, thinking more than he had thought in his entire life.A strong wind swept through his mind like a mote of dust, until he was choked by the smoke until he coughed and his mind became dizzy.

The fire roared, blowing out gray smoke.

"Ah Si, where are you?" A voice came to his ears from the roaring sea of ​​flames.

It wasn't until this sentence was repeated three times, and he got closer and closer, that Ying Yuchu realized that it was not an auditory hallucination. He wanted to sit up, but when his hands touched the hot floor, he found that flames were engulfing him violently from all directions, like A monster covered in fire bit him in its mouth and he couldn't move.

Well, so be it.

At this moment, he felt unprecedented relief, and he lay back, as if he was lying in the forest three years ago.

"Ah Si..." Someone picked him up, and the whole body of that person was hot.

Thick smoke billowed around, choking into the lungs.

Ying Yuchu's heart skipped a beat and she wanted to speak, but she was close to coma.

Jiang Jishan's vision was blurred by the smoke, his previously wet clothes were already on fire, and his skin was covered in flames. He thought it would be a good thing, he didn't have the merits and virtues of being a Tang monk, and he turned into a red boy first.

It's hard for him to miss Mr. Wu's works at such a juncture.

He couldn't see everything around him clearly for a long time, but he knew that this room was the one where the third wife died, and the window was on the east side. Jiang Jishan, holding the child, took two quick steps, passing through the sea of ​​flames in the ashes, felt the window, and jumped down .

Ying Changjie had asked people to put inflatable pools outside each window to store water.

The water splashed everywhere, and the skin was irritated and painful. Jiang Jishan opened his eyes in the water and saw Ying Yuchu struggling to cough in the water. His reddened skin quickly turned white without leaving any traces.

He finally felt at ease, whether it was Tang Seng or Hong Boy, anyway, he would never be Monkey King again.

Ying Changjie finally got a little nervous, and picked Jiang Jishan out of the water: "Ah Jiang!"

Jiang Jishan was lifeless, and there was no reaction at all.

The quiet Ying Chuanhao next to him burst into tears suddenly, and the person who played with him today became like this at night, experiencing the impermanence of life again.

Ying Yuchu was picked up by the housekeeper and rubbed a dry towel, but nothing happened. Everyone also saw the magic of the fourth Mr. Ying family again.

Jiang Jishan was sent to the hospital in the city center, but he was transferred to the military hospital overnight before his registration was complete.

Ying Wangfeng received a call from Li Heqing in the early morning, and before he could speak, he was choked by a sentence: "Ying Wangfeng, did you do it on purpose? Want to avenge that kid Ying Changren?!"

"You fart!"

"I fart? Now Jiang Lang is blocking me at the gate of my office building!" Li He cleared his voice and broke the sky: "Yesterday I swore that Jiang Jishan would be absolutely safe at Ying's house, absolutely! Today Jiang Lang received a notice from the military hospital Already! How can I explain to others now!"

Ying Wangfeng took a deep breath before he came over and asked, "How is that child?"

Li Heqing paused for a while before saying, "It's still undergoing surgery."

"I was asking how you are doing."

"I was injured on your territory, you asked me about the situation... Uh, it's Brother Jiang... You're here..." Li Heqing's tone changed completely, it seemed that Jiang Lang broke into his office.

Ying Wangfeng heard the commotion over there, and then disconnected directly, and dialed again, but it was also a busy tone, thinking that Jiang Lang would not really take Li Heqing's old life.

The more he thought about it, the more he was wrong, and he decided to go to the military hospital overnight to see Jiang Jishan. If something happened, he would go to Jiang's family to make amends.

The butler just opened the door, revealing Ying Yuchu's weak figure, his face was very bad, he was wearing a suit, and his lips were blue.

"What are you doing here?" Ying Wangfeng straightened the buttons of his Tang suit, looking at the grandson.

"I wonder how he is doing?"

"I don't know, I'm still undergoing surgery." Ying Wangfeng walked past him, his steps were steady despite his age, and the butler quickly followed behind him.

Ying Yuchu asked again, "Aren't you going to punish me?"

"You will be punished soon."

Ying Yuchu followed to the lobby: "Grandpa."

Ying Wangfeng stopped, this was the first time he heard Ying Yuchu call him that in the past three years.

"what's up?"

"My father, why was he expelled from the Ying family back then?"

Ying Wangfeng was a little surprised, he thought that Ying Yuchu would ask him to go to the hospital with him to visit Jiang Jishan, but he didn't expect to just ask such a question.

"You know, do you have a half-brother?"

Ying Yuchu was stunned: "What?"

Ying Wangfeng still didn't hide it in the end, he felt that Ying Yuchu should know this, but the truth was too cruel for a child.

The butler beside him sighed with a rare sadness on his face.

"Your brother's physique is the same as yours. When he was five years old, he was sent to the laboratory by your father, and he died within half a year." Ying Wangfeng Wangtian sighed: "If I could shoot the He's dead, and nothing will happen."

"He didn't have a foothold in the country, so he ran to the United States, married your mother, gave birth to you, and you know the rest."

"Why did he do this?" Ying Yuchu asked mechanically.

"In order to get a foothold in that organization, wishful thinking of immortality, even my own flesh and blood are used as tools... Sad..."

"Is it just a tool..."

Ying Wangfeng raised his hand and patted Ying Yuchu's shoulder, and boarded the cabin door.

Until the sound of the propeller disappeared, Yingwangfeng's deep and heavy voice was still echoing around him.

He said: "Everyone is born to be a tool. But you don't have to be too depressed, at least someone will go out of their way to save you."