Fox spirit's self-cultivation

"He's different, I shouldn't think of someone as him, it's blasphemy."

The man's movements gradually became a little crazy. He looked at his fingertips and felt that his hands were covered with blood stains. The blood stained the towel and his palms red. He hurriedly threw away the towel in his hand and took another towel to continue. wipe.

The action became more and more nervous, and Shang Qi, who had just lost his position as the second male lead, hurriedly handed over a medicine bottle: "Sir, are you feeling sick again?"

The worried voice of a familiar person woke up the man. He raised his head, looked at his lover, and then let out a slow breath.

"I forgot to take my medicine. I have a bad heart, so I have to keep some medicines on hand." Mr. Lin took the medicine bottle, swallowed the pills and water in his lover's hand, and then held his lover's slender and strong fingers, playing with them affectionately .

Across the seat, Shang Qi leaned out half of his body as if he had received grace, and gave the man his hand. He was not at all unhappy, but instead smiled and glanced at Zhou Youyu provocatively.

He met Zhou Youyu's emotionless eyes.

The young man was stunned.

But seeing a certain college student picked up by Mr. Lin from the road, he put on a smile in the blink of an eye: "The two gentlemen have such a good relationship."

It seems that the cold and gloomy just now is an illusion.

In order to make the terrible illusion haunting him disappear, Mr. Lin grasped his lover's hand like holding a life-saving straw. He closed his eyes, looked extremely tired, and said softly: "Son, you don't have to call me sir, call me by my name, Lin Jiangcheng, or call me, Jiangcheng. The voice should be lower and presumptuous."

Shang Qi's hand was firmly held, and there were red marks on his fingers. Hearing Mr. Lin's tone, he seemed to think of something, his complexion changed, and he looked at Zhou Youyu with more guarded eyes.

"Will Mr. Lin's partner mind?" Zhou Youyu looked at Shang Qi, smiled and asked cautiously.

The word "partner" seemed to be some kind of switch. Lin Jiangcheng suddenly raised his eyes to look at Zhou Youyu, his eyes licked across the handsome but soft eyebrows of the young man, and the man's voice became sharper and tense: "Partner? I have a partner. My only partner is Shang Zhishao, who is from my hometown. He is vaguely similar to your child, he has been away from me for too long."

Shang Qi's face turned green and white for a while, he was embarrassed, and wanted to withdraw his hand.

But the man who held his hand stretched out his other hand to pinch Shang Qi's face as if to appease a pet: "Of course, Shang Qi is also very similar to my Brother Zhi Shao, otherwise I wouldn't I love you so much, don't you think so, Shang Qi?"

Uncertainly telling a stranger that his lover is just a stand-in for his lost lover, Lin Jiangcheng didn't seem to feel anything wrong.

And Shang Qi, who was being used as a stand-in, gritted his teeth and forced a flattering smile.

"Sir, what are you talking about with strangers? Is it possible that because this guy looks like my cousin, you want to make him yours too?"

It's a joke, and it's also Shang Qi's temptation to the man around him when he feels a sense of crisis.

The man stopped talking, turned his head and glanced at Zhou Youyu with a smile.

After he laughed, the fine lines at the end of his eyes became more and more obvious: "How can you say it's mine? The people around me, including my Brother Zhi Shao, are all their own. I'm just a bit of money, and I want to help It's just a child who has encountered difficulties in life. Charity is my hobby. I'm old, but I don't want to turn any young people into my possessions. How do you think I'm doing this, Zhou Xiaoyou?"

Zhou Youyu, who hitchhiked on the roadside and was taken into the car, was teased for a while, and now he was quickly promoted to a kid, turned his head in a shy way, and looked at the scenery outside the window.

The bloodshot eyes were reflected red on the glass, looking so embarrassed, Zhou Youyu was taken aback for a moment, and then blinked.

The red blood in his eyes faded, and he really looked like a gentle and harmless poor male student. He didn't answer, but shrank his shoulders slightly in shock.

A cold hand almost covered Zhou Youyu's waist, and after being dodged by the young man nimbly, the old man's words became more gentle: "Son, don't be afraid, come to me if you have any difficulties, if you meet me by car, it's also counted as me and you." Your fate."

Zhou Youyu looked at the person in front of him.

Through time and space, 30 years ago, they looked at each other like this, and they seemed to say the same words.

The memory buried in the soul of the monster is activated.

One evening on the street, the autumn wind was bleak, blowing down pieces of dead leaves.

A tall boy stepped on thick fallen leaves and led two people towards home.

"Look, it's Shang Zhishao!"

"Does he want to hit someone again?"

"Do you still need to ask, Shang Zhishao appeared, either to beat someone or on the way to beat someone."

"I saw him smoking in the corner before, be careful when he flicks your eyes with a cigarette butt!"

The terrified gaze separated the boy from the others.

At this moment, a slender young man rushed out from the corner. When he saw the ugly young man, he ran over regardless.

"Brother Shang!"

Shang Zhishao frowned, his face became more and more terrifying, and he strode forward.

The fair and lovely boy rushed over recklessly, hugged the tall boy's waist tightly, and said in a crying voice, "Brother Shang, I'm afraid, don't ignore me! Aunt Shang said I came to you when I was in trouble, but I'm afraid you don't like me. It's fate to meet you now, Brother Shang, please help Xiaocheng!"

How did Shang Zhishao answer back then?

He stared at the oil bottle in front of him who disliked his mother and son when he was rich, but coaxed his mother into a mess when he was down, raised his hand and tore the other party apart: "Get out!"

The tall boy walked away with a cold look, while the man behind him was still crying loudly.

Probably because he felt that it was too embarrassing for a boy who was not a few years younger than himself to cry like this, and the two of them were stepbrothers. Brother Shang, a famous prickly head on the same street, stopped at a corner, annoyed at the following The little follower said: "Go, bring him over, and tell others, I am the only one who can beat that kind of idiot, and no one is allowed to lift a finger from him!"

The little friend rushed out and dragged the boy who had been beaten with nosebleeds to Shang Zhishao.

His white and tender face was stained red by nosebleeds, and he looked extremely miserable. The young girl of the same age said that he looked like Pan An, and he was in a mess. Even in order to appease the boss, the people who did it still grabbed him by the hair and brought him over. , who was thrown at Shang Zhishao's feet, turned into a boy like a mixed-haired cat.

Who would have thought that not long ago, this mixed-haired cat was a golden Persian cat, or a white Persian cat with foreign blood.

The young man who had changed from a Persian cat to Sanhua curled up at Shang Zhishao's feet and shivered, fearing that the gangster with a fierce face in front of him would hit him again.

Shang Zhishao felt that even kicking him was flattering the boy, so he stepped forward to pinch that embarrassed face, sneered and patted the other person's cheek.

"Good fight, it's much more pleasing to the eye. Play tricks on me, and be careful that I will find someone to discount your dog legs. I told you to gossip around, told you to complain to your father and beat my mother, didn't you say My mother is stealing men, don’t think I don’t know who this rubbish comes from! If you dare to make up nonsense again, I will cut your tongue!”

"I didn't, I didn't! Brother Shang, you believe me, I dare not, woo woo woo, Auntie is so kind to me, how could I arrange her like this?" The troubled Sanhua cat shook his head and cried, tears It dripped like a faucet.

"My mother provides food and clothing for you father and son, and you don't call me mother, so go to hell with your numbness and treat you well!"

Shang Zhishao said with contempt.

This kid looked down on himself and his mother. Even if his mother and his wife made money to support the father and son, they didn't think of their mother at all.

He knew at that time that the person in front of him was an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, and he felt that he had seen the other person's true face.

That's right, he's a wolf in sheep's clothing, and it's this kid who's talking behind his back, even if there's no evidence, from the picky look in his eyes from this kid and his father when he first came to see him, and the eye-catching eyes he gave his mother Yao's little trick, he had already guessed that this kid was playing tricks!

Later, he forgot about it.

The pale-faced young man in his memory gritted his teeth and said harshly, "Brother Shang, why don't you believe me? I really didn't do those things. How do you want me to prove it?"

Shang Zhishao sneered and said, "If you leave my house, my house will be safe."

He said that because he knew that the other party would not leave.This kitty is a vampire, he doesn't think about other people's sacrifices, and feels that his family is sorry for him, so he will only intensify his plundering of everything in the family.

From food, to clothes, and mother's love, he took them away one by one.

With such a personality, he is destined to live in his own home forever and will not leave.

Shang Zhishao just wanted to mock the other party, but unexpectedly, that night, the person he disliked left a letter and left.

The words in the letter were sincere. He felt that he had dragged down the merchant, and felt that he was too weak. He left on a rainy autumn night without mentioning Shang Zhishao's expulsion.

Shang Zhishao didn't know that the other party was so stubborn at the time. He was so stubborn that he finally admitted that he had misjudged the person.

He was indeed wrong.

Zhou Youyu withdrew his thoughts, looked at the man who was blatantly teasing him, lowered his head and said softly: "Can you tell me about that Mr. Shang?"

Does he still remember, he once pushed him aside, □□.

Hearing the words, the man thought of something, and his expression was extremely nostalgic.

"Brother Zhishao, he is a man with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. When I was young, I was angry with him and ran out on purpose when it was raining one day to make him worry. He really came. No one knew that I was hiding in the Where, he found me.

"Because I was weak, I had a high fever when I was exposed to the rain. When he came, I couldn't bear it and fell into a coma. Brother Shao was worried after that. I was not in good health. He thought it was because of the rain and felt so guilty. From then on, he listened to whatever I said, and his bad temper never hit me again."

Recalling the beautiful scene, Lin Jiangcheng smiled and his eyes were blurred.

"Brother Zhishao is so stupid and easy to lie. In fact, my poor health is a disease of my mother's womb. My own mother didn't want to give birth to me. Taking medicine didn't kill me, but it completely ruined my body. I thought I hated her, Unexpectedly, in the end, I was the closest to my mother, because, ah, we are the most similar relatives, blood is thicker than water."