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When Xin Wen went to look for Mu Zixing with the medicine box, Lei Shao knew that Mu Zixing was not at home.

"Where did he go?" Lei Shao asked the people below.

"Brother Xing didn't say anything," one of his subordinates replied, "I saw him answer the phone and drove out."

"Could it be that he went to the hospital," another subordinate said, "Brother Xing has several serious stab wounds on his body, and he came to receive punishment. We originally wanted to report to you, but he refused... When it's over, That back..."

The speaker looked up at Lei Shao, but didn't dare to continue.

However, Lei Shao understood the incomplete meaning of the words, his eyes were a little dark and unclear, he was silent for a while and dismissed everyone, then he took out his mobile phone and searched for Mu Zixing's name from the address book.

But the fingertips hung in the air for a long time, until the screen was automatically locked, and the call was not made.

"Brother Xing, you...how on earth did you do this?"

In a small clinic in Chengzhong Village, south of City C, Deng Xiaoxiao sewed the last stitch for Mu Zixing with trembling hands, and asked in a trembling voice when he straightened up.

Half an hour ago, Mu Zixing came to him and said that his back was hurt and needed to be bandaged. He couldn't reach it by himself, so he asked Deng Xiaoxiao to help.

Seeing his normal expression, Deng Xiaoxiao thought it was a minor injury, but when Mu Zixing took off his clothes, he took a deep breath.

On Mu Zixing's back, there were not only knife wounds with flesh turned out, but also swollen ribs with bloodshot skin, which were obviously whipped by someone...

Mu Zixing didn't want to say more, he exhaled slowly, stood up from the chair he was sitting on with his head covered in cold sweat, and then asked Deng Xiaoxiao to bring him a piece of clothing.

"I'm leaving," Mu Zixing zipped up and left the clinic, then turned around and told Deng Xiaoxiao who followed him, "Don't tell the other brothers."

After getting his men to bandage the wound, Mu Zixing drove the car back to the city and stopped in front of a small building.

Seeing it, Mu Zixing's mood, as if he was drowning in sea water, finally eased a little.

He got out of the car, walked over to get the key from the cycad flower pot outside the door, and opened the door.

This is his house outside, and occasionally when he is in a bad mood and free, he will come here to stay for a while.

Mu Zixing turned on the ceiling light, and the warm light poured down, illuminating everything in this small building.

The interior area of ​​the small building is not large, only forty to fifty square meters on a single floor, but the decoration is very warm, the living room and bedroom are covered with thick cashmere carpets.

When Mu Zixing was a child, he made a wish that he would live in a house where the floor could roll over. Lei Shao said, "Then the house we will live in will be carpeted, so you can roll over."

Later that person failed, so Mu Zixing bought a house and laid the carpets himself.

A long time ago, Mu Zixing forgot the reason, Lei Shao came here once and discovered this little secret.

At that time, that person seemed to have forgotten a lot of promises when he was young, and he didn't respond at all. He just pressed him and did it once on the carpet.

Mu Zixing took off his shoes and walked into the house barefoot. He took out a mobile phone from the sealed bag in the drawer to charge it, then sat on the carpet and waited for it to turn on.

Five minutes later, Mu Zixing found the video that he had watched countless times in the folder, and clicked to play it.

All kinds of complex tingling sensations on his body pulled his nerves, but Mu Zixing remained motionless, just staring at the screen in front of him with his knees folded.

It was an image from some years ago. In the picture, the young Lei Shao was kneeling in the middle of a room with simple decoration.

Mu Zixing knew that next he would have to kneel like this for 27 hours and 8 minutes, and tears would fall silently nine times before Ji Baichuan would appear by his side.

Then they will have a conversation. Even if Mu Zixing closes his eyes and doesn't look at it, he can still remember every bit of expression on the young Lei Shao's face at that time.

"Father, please, let him go, he is so young, don't kill him, please, let him go..."

A low sobbing sound came from the phone intermittently with the shaking of Lei Shao's shoulders. Mu Zixing could really feel the despair of the young man inside, but Ji Baichuan beside him was indifferent.

"Shao Er, cutting the weeds and rooting out the roots is the most correct choice for you. If you keep Mu Zixing, there is no guarantee that when he grows up, he will not kill you like Ji Haodong did to your father. They also grew up together."

"No," Mu Zixing saw Lei Shao shaking his head with tears in his eyes, "We won't, Xing Xing will never become Ji Haodong, and it is impossible for us to become what you are now."

Ji Baichuan snorted, "In short, I won't leave any hidden dangers, and this matter is not for discussion!"

Lei Shao's face turned gray all of a sudden, and his spirit seemed to be emptied in an instant. Seeing him like this, Ji Baichuan couldn't bear it, and his voice softened again, "Shao Er, you are the future heir of Rongxing, you can't be so soft-hearted , Rongxing will have to rely on your leadership in the future..."

"I don't want Rongxing," Lei Shao interrupted him, Ji Baichuan's voice stopped instantly, and asked with a tone of anger that was about to come, "What did you just say?"

"I don't want Rongxing, I don't want someone in power, I just want him, you give me back the stars."

The answer to Lei Shao was a hard slap.

Lei Shao was beaten and lay on the ground, half of his cheeks were rapidly congested and swollen, but the young man was not afraid or retreated at all, instead, when he raised his head, his eyes glistening with tears showed desperate determination.

Mu Zixing looked at that detail many times, only to realize that Lei Shao pulled out a thin blade from the hem of his trousers, and then resolutely slashed at his own artery under Ji Baichuan's angry eyes.

"Stinky boy, dare to play suicide with me! How dare you threaten me!" Ji Baichuan grabbed his wrist in horror.

Although he stopped in time, a lot of blood still gushed out from his wrist. Mu Zixing smiled when he saw Lei Shao, and said, "I'm not threatening you."

After a long time without a drop of water, the boy's voice has become hoarse and rough, but it does not prevent Mu Zixing outside the phone and Ji Baichuan in the video from hearing his words clearly.

"Grandpa is gone, mom and dad are gone, brother is gone," Lei Shao paused, tears streaming down his eyes, "I only have him left."

"you!!!"

Ji Baichuan pointed at Lei Shao with his index finger, and the veins in the hand holding Lei Shao's wrist throbbed violently. Mu Zixing thought to himself that he must have wanted to slap Lei Shao again at that time.

Later, Lei Shao's wrists were wrapped and he was locked on the hospital bed.

Many years later, Ji Baichuan told Mu Zixing that he originally wanted to kill him first, so that the deal was done, and it would be useless for Lei Shao to cry and make trouble.

But looking at Lei Shao's eyes when he was lying on the hospital bed, Ji Baichuan said that he didn't dare to do that for no reason.

At the end of the video, the teenager Lei Shao is sitting on the corner of the bed, his eyes fixed on the chains on his ankles. In those days, he was afraid, desperate, and desperate...

In the end, all his emotions calmed down, and what remained in the last frame of the video was the young Lei Shao turning his head to face the camera, speaking softly, almost only in a breathy voice.

"He's dead, and I'm not alive."