I make your medicine

Li Che couldn't understand the source of that layer of anger, but what he saw and heard today made him physically defensive, and his intuition told him that what Zhuang Hong was going to say next might not be a simple and trivial matter.

Zhuang Hong said in a deep voice: "I don't know how the fuck passed it on. He defended himself well. No one died in his hands. In the end, when it was passed on to outsiders, he became a nine-year-old child who killed two adults before he escaped. Live forever."

Li Che was startled, and clenched his teeth.

Zhuang Hong continued: "That idiot Tang Xiangrong still thinks that Tang Ren really killed someone, because he is too young to be sentenced, so he can live outside safe and sound."

"Because of this nonsense, he has been bullied since junior high school. There are gossips. My mother is afraid that if he continues like this, he will feel that he has killed someone."

Zhuang Hong recalled that a few years ago when Tang Ren got into a fight with someone and entered the police station, the parents who came to pick up their children yelled at their children in front of him: "Didn't I let you provoke him! Do you want to die?!"

And that day, no one came to pick up Tang Ren until the police station got off work.

Zhuang Hong couldn't restrain his guilt and heartache, and sighed: "This kid's school life never stops."

Li Che tightly closed his eyes, and the pulsation of his cheeks could not be relaxed. The back of his head was pressed against the wall, and the dazzling light in the corridor made his eyeballs hurt through his eyelids. I am afraid that any gust of wind will blow away his last layer. Gauze-like endurance.

A child escaped from a dangerous situation and recovered his life from the thugs. It should have been a matter of embarrassment and pity, but that child was Tang Ren, and Tang Ren's father happened to be an uncle who could even give birth to the kindness of nurturing. A killer's scum, a beast who would not spare even a pregnant woman, a demon with an ax to kill all his younger brothers.

Ordinary gossip about parents will be spread all over the streets and alleys in this small city. It is conceivable how "everybody knows" news like Tang Ren's, which can be regarded as a vicious event in a big city.

The three became tigers, and Tang Ren's childhood was chewed by these stupid and ignorant people from the age of nine, laughing or cursing after dinner.They will never know that the light touch of their stinking mouth and upper and lower lips fermented for an innocent child such shackles that they could not digest for a lifetime.

It didn't take much for Li Che to guess what these people would say about him.

Like father, like son.

Even killing is hereditary.

Normal children must be stupid when they encounter such a thing, how can they think of killing someone?

It's definitely not a good thing to grow up.

He can kill two adults at a young age, and he will be able to pay back when he becomes an adult.

Stay away from him, minors are not sentenced to murder.

Don't get in touch with him at school, what should you do if you get him in a hurry.

From the corner of her eye, Lin Shulan had long since lost the bitterness of the past, and this incident tonight completely shed all her sharp points and edges.But the past is there and will never pass. What kind of words this person used to pierce Tang Ren's young heart word by word, Li Che could clearly imagine that scene.

Influenced by his mother, Tang Zhehan was full of malicious curiosity towards the murderer's son at home, and he might have done some disgusting things in private that Tang Ren didn't even know the source of.

Tang Xiangrong has a shameful elder brother who adopted a nephew with the same blood. In front of outsiders, he is kind, brave, magnanimous and simple, and he doesn't care about gossip. He raised this fierce and terrifying son for his elder brother. Sleeping on a broken bed not much bigger than a kennel.

Li Che couldn't tell whether the source of the chest pain was his stomach or his heart. Chaos and sharpness interspersed and tore each other, making his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

He wanted to leave and take Tang Ren away from everyone and everything here.

"Will Tang Xianghui be sentenced to death?" Li Che recovered his voice, only a few words, but he was exhausted.

Zhuang Hong firmly said: "There is no other more suitable judgment for him."

Li Che nodded, the pain was not relieved in the slightest.

So what if you're dead, what you committed while you're alive is not enough to repay once you die.

Too cheap.

The two sat in silence, Zhuang Hong thought for a while, and asked, "Xiao Ren is still working?"

Anxiously, Li Che bent down and put his elbows on his legs, and pressed his white fists against his forehead to force himself to calm down.

He answered "yes" in a low voice, Zhuang Hong understood, pondered for a moment and patted Li Che's shoulder, and said with regret in his words: "Persuade him to repeat the exam, in fact, he could pass the second exam even if he worked hard, too much." Pity."

Li Che froze and looked back at him, "Do you take the exam well?"

What is a good test?

Zhuang Hong sighed, and said, "I've been paying attention to him. His grades aren't good but they're not too bad. I didn't believe the scores in the college entrance examination, so I checked it myself."

"The other grades are quite normal, but the English score is zero. I don't know if I didn't answer the paper or just didn't go."

These words were poured down like a bucket of cold water. Suddenly, Li Che felt a cool air emanating from the cracks in his bones. Except for the almost bursting heat on the back of his neck, his whole body was chilled like frost.

"Excuse me."

He couldn't calm down at all, he quickly walked back to the quiet room after saying a word, and the bed where people were sleeping peacefully more than ten minutes ago was now extremely flat, the needle fell off the ground, and the liquid gathered into a small puddle that was still expanding.

Tang Ren went out from the other door of the quiet room, walked around the side door of the emergency center, and walked out of the hospital building. The pinhole on the back of his hand was still bleeding, and half of his wrist was covered with scratches on his sleeve.

His body was drenched in cold sweat, and his shoulders shrank from the cold as soon as he stepped out of the building.

There are three or four cars parked in the desolate small yard that have not been cleared of snow, the street lights are dim, and the newly installed traffic lights in front of the crosswalk not far away are urging no one to hurry. The streets in the city have completely changed now, and there is no shadow of two years ago.

Everything is changing, but his affairs are engraved on these streets and alleys that make him sick, and they remain unchanged.

Tang Ren strode towards the gate, and the feeling of suffocation in his chest became heavier every time he took another step.

Li Che was still in the building.

Li Che was listening to his past events.

Li Che was still waiting for him.

Will Li Che still wait for him?

He held on to the stone pillar of the gate, and his lungs tightened into a ball again. Li Che's name was entwined over and over again with the little oxygen left. The wind dilutes the two words in the chest that are so thick that they are about to become solid.

Li Che.

Li Che.

"Did you see that boy just now?" Li Che grabbed the nurse who gave Tang Ren the injection, and the little girl shook her head in bewilderment: "Aren't you in the quiet room?"

Li Che was so anxious that he didn't respond to her, and immediately ran out along the long corridor.

When he didn't know these things, his mind was mostly filled with messy thread ends, but now all the thread ends have turned into steel wires, intertwined in a disorderly manner, and at the same time made him have a splitting headache.

He ran again, pushed him away again, and tried to escape again.

When Li Che saw the empty room, the bone-piercing coldness was instantly melted into waves of helpless boiling water by the raging anger, and attacked his not so calm mind along his limbs. impulse.

When I catch you, I have to take you...

Li Che passed by a small window, his eyes suddenly paused.

Outside the window, Tang Ren was leaning against the gate of the hospital compound with his back arched. That extremely painful and lonely figure made Li Che's mind go blank.

not to put you...

What can I do to you?

Li Che quickened his pace and rushed along this broken corridor with no exit in sight without hesitation.

Every time he passed a window, he would turn his head to look at the figure outside. From a distance of several meters, Li Che seemed to have never run so far.

Zhuang Hong's words twitched in his mind over and over again, but the words that should have been pale and weak could slide through scenes of vivid and real images in front of his eyes.

Nine-year-old Tang Ren.

Tang Ren who lost his mother in such a tragic way.

He was obviously reborn, but because of his father who was not as good as shit, he escaped into a more terrifying hell.

He thought he could have a warm home, but what awaited him was a family of villains with sharp tongues.

Smart enough to be admitted to Huizhou University, but was held hostage by this decadent city and the so-called nurturing grace.

Li Che tried his best to suppress the bitterness in his eyes, the sourness went all the way down, corroding his fingertips to the point of numbness.

Tang Ren's pain has always been there, and it has been engulfing his whole body since he met him, but Li Che self-righteously ignored it countless times, countless times.

——Do what needs to be done first, and talk about the rest later.

——Passed, failed.

——Your school is really good.

——I'm just paying back.

— What if some people are not what they seem?

——I just, don't want to dirty you.

——Every time I fight, I can't control it.

--elder brother.

Li Che's eyes were stained red uncontrollably, and the scene of the cigarette sinking into Tang Ren's flesh in the lounge is still vivid to this day. The shocking scar on his ribs, and the solemn and unrestrained word "Che", Together with his "brother", they were all embedded in Li Che's flesh and blood, and the pain was unbearable.

Tang Ren bent over and tried his best to control the frequency of breathing. The cold air cut through the trachea, irritating him to start coughing again.

Suddenly, the mouth and nose were covered by cold hands, the familiar force on the waist and abdomen ring, and the sound that made his chest sore passed by his ears.

"Breathe slowly, don't rush."

Li Che imitated the nurse's handling method just now, without a paper bag, he had to use his hands to replace it temporarily. He gathered his five fingers together to create a small enclosed space, barely restrained the trembling in his voice, and said softly, "Take your time."

The cough gradually subsided, and Tang Ren slowly regained the control of his lungs listening to the whispers behind him, his panting gradually stabilized, and his dizzy mind gradually cleared up.

Li Che let go of his hand, turned the slightly staggering man into his arms, his heart was beating non-stop, and it didn't slow down a bit as Tang Ren recovered.

Tang Ren rested his chin on Li Che's shoulder, and carefully grabbed the cloth on his back with both hands, and heard the person next to his ear grit his teeth and say, "Where do you want to go?"

Li Che's tone was full of resentment, and every syllable was filled with a sense of oppression, each word pressing on the tip of Tang Ren's heart, so that he couldn't restrain the sourness that went straight into his eyes.

"Did I say don't push me away? Forgot?"