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Zhang Chengyi arrived in a hurry almost an hour after Zhang Sheng arrived home. Zhang Sheng seemed to expect him to come and was not too surprised. He sat on the soft sofa with a cane, waiting for Zhang Chengyi to speak.

After all, Zhang Sheng was his uncle, and even though Zhang Chengyi had a dark face, he didn't say anything disrespectful: "Why did you go to him?"

Zhang Sheng pinched the concave and convex pattern on the cane: "I can't just watch you and a man not know each other."

"So, you ran over specially to humiliate him? You even threatened him with his grandma?"

Zhang Sheng didn't change his expression, and didn't answer, he just stared at Zhang Chengyi with slightly cloudy eyes.

"Yes, so what? If you don't want him to not even have a job, and you don't want him to worry about his future life, then get out of that place right away!" After Zhang Sheng finished speaking, he raised his hand, and the cane and wooden board came out. The heavy sound echoed hollowly in the huge living room.

Zhang Chengyi was already full of anger, not the person in front of him, but himself, angry at himself for not protecting Nan Qing well, and letting him be humiliated and threatened by his family like this.He was silent for a long time, and suddenly walked to the side of the table, where there was a valuable glass vase with flowers of unknown species: "Uncle, I have been very grateful to you since I was a child, thank you and auntie Bring me up. Even if I lose my parents, I still have someone to discipline me."

Zhang Chengyi paused: "But, I never thought that my family, my only relatives in this world, would go behind my back to hurt the person I love deeply."

"Uncle, you know how long it took me and how many things I did to make his attitude soften. Really, I thought that as long as I persisted and worked harder, Nanqing would definitely change his mind. of."

"What are you talking to me about? If you don't agree, you don't agree! Unless I die, you don't want to bring that man home!" Zhang Sheng's complexion became more and more red with Zhang Chengyi's words, obviously angry .

"You went to the house of the guy I like and said those things to the guy I like, you think you're humiliating him? No, you're humiliating me, you know I heard you say that about him on the phone What was I thinking when I was there? I wish I could appear in front of him immediately, plug his ears, and then kneel down in front of him, piously repenting for everything you did to him. Anyway, I knelt down once, and it’s not bad This time."

"You really! Knelt down for that person!" The old man stood up abruptly, breathing rapidly, then walked up to Zhang Chengyi with the thud of his cane, raised his hand and slapped him, "How dare you give you a man who doesn't care about anything?" No man, kneel down! You let me down so much!"

Zhang Chengyi was slapped so that the corners of his mouth were bleeding, he licked his cracked lips with the tip of his tongue: "I can not only kneel down for it...in order for him to continue liking, I can do anything for him." When he said this, Zhang Chengyi's eyes were cold, he stared at the glass vase that was close to his finger, "Uncle, you are killing me by humiliating him, my heart is almost dying of pain."

Zhang Sheng frowned, his cane creaked in his grip.

"Actually, he doesn't care about coming into our house at all. I begged him to take a look at me. I shamelessly pestered him to love me."

Zhang Chengyi clenched his hands slowly: "Didn't you say that unless you die, he won't want to step into Zhang's house? Then what if I die?"

Following Zhang Sheng's widened eyes and the sound of the vase falling, Zhang Chengyi slammed the glass shards into his chest.

"Cheng Yi!" The old man almost fainted, his pupils trembled, and his wrinkles were like ravines across his face because of his expression, "Come here! Come here!"

Zhang Chengyi's clothes were instantly stained red with blood, and he picked up the fragments casually, stepped back a few steps, and stabbed them into his body again.

The old man wanted to stop him, but his whole body was shaking, and even the cane fell to the ground because he couldn't hold it firmly.

"Chengyi! You're crazy!" The old man was propped up on the sofa, his feet dragged forward in embarrassment because he didn't have a cane to support him, "Where is the person! Where is the person!"

"Uncle, if you humiliate him, I will stab me with a knife. Now there are two pieces. How many words have you said? I said that I can do anything for him, including dying for him." Zhang Chengyi said, Let the blood on Zhang Sheng's face disappear.

Zhang Chengyi was still torturing himself. In the end, he even forgot how many glass shards he had pierced. He bled too much. When he fell down, there were many footsteps around him. He heard Aunt Mei's cry, and then he seemed to be sinking in the deep sea. , do not know anything.

Zhang Chengyi had a long, long dream. He dreamed that he was back when he was young. Standing on the wet steps, he saw a young man standing under a huge tree not far away. Unsightly traces, there were people around him, and ugly words came out of the mouths of those people.The boy is very thin, with beautiful butterfly bones arched on the curved back, and the white shirt is slightly gathered up. He lowered his head and Zhang Chengyi couldn't see his face clearly. The boy has been trying his best to hide his small body in the big tree.

Zhang Chengyi stood like this, his eyes began to heat up, he opened his mouth and shouted: "Nanqing."

The young man's thin body trembled, then slowly raised his head, looked over at the source of the sound.

Looking at each other, he saw Nan Qing's eyes were red, and there were marks of being beaten on his face, and he looked at him in despair and absent mindedly.

Zhang Chengyi felt that all the cells in his body were crushed, and his eyes gradually turned red following Nan Qing's gaze. He wanted to walk over and kill all the people who hurt Nan Qing, but he couldn't move his feet. No matter how hard he tried, his legs didn't move at all.

Nan Qing.

Nan Qing.

Nanqing!

He opened his eyes abruptly, still chanting Nan Qing's name.

The people around saw him wake up and hurried over. Zhang Chengyi's hand was held, and he instinctively wanted to withdraw it, but suddenly, he heard the owner of that hand say softly: "I am here, I am here .”

This sound...

This sound...

Zhang Chengyi turned his head with difficulty and looked at that person.

In the blurred vision, there was a vast expanse of whiteness, he blinked his eyes hard, the layer of pasty white light disappeared little by little with his movements, and then a face slowly appeared in his sight, A face he thought about day and night.

Zhang Chengyi began to breathe harder, he couldn't feel the pain from his chest at all, he stared blankly, reluctant, and didn't dare to look away, he was afraid that he was dreaming, he was afraid that if he blinked, the sight in front of him The person disappeared, so he stubbornly refused to close his eyes until his eyes were so sore that he couldn't stand it, Zhang Chengyi asked cautiously in a hoarse voice: "Nan Qing, is that you?"