Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

"Okay, you have backbone." Ji Menghua panted heavily, not sure if he was tired from the beating or was very angry.

Even though he couldn't control his own anger, he still raised the mahogany cane in his hand and hit Qi Zhijie hard on the back.

Ji Zhilun, who was upstairs, heard the movement and ran downstairs to intercede.

"Grandpa, I know I'm wrong, don't hit me any more." Ji Zhilun ran to the old man's side, raised his hand to catch the crutch raised in the air, and knelt down on the ground with a "plop".

Ji Menghua was in a fit of anger, and he also slapped Ji Zhilun with a stick: "You bastard! I'm in charge."

Ji Zhilun grunted in pain, and bit his lip aggrieved.

Qi Zhijie, who was also kneeling on the ground, no longer knew how many sticks he had been beaten. He only felt that his back was numb from the pain from the butterfly bone down.

He struggled to get up from the ground, a lot of cold sweat broke out from his forehead because of the pain, and his black hair was stuck together, not like him in a mess.

Every time he moved, the cells and bones all over his body screamed at himself. He gritted his teeth desperately, straightened his back, got up from the ground, and staggered towards the door.

The bodyguards standing in front of the gate froze in place and did not dare to move.

Ji Menghua angrily stomped on the ground with his cane: "Qi Zhijie!"

"Old man." The man stopped in his tracks without turning his head, his voice was weak but still as firm as ever, "I will definitely come out of this door, even if I die."

After he finished speaking, he straightened his body and continued to move forward.

Even if it is wobbly, it still makes people feel like a rainbow.

Ji Zhilun hugged Ji Menghua's thigh, crying, while afraid of being beaten, he still hugged the old man's thigh and did not let go: "Let him go, Grandpa, let him go..."

He didn't know that things would evolve to where they are today. If he had known earlier, he would never have helped the old man to trick Qi Zhijie back.

In so many years, it was the first time he saw Ji Menghua get so angry, and it was also the first time he saw someone who dared to disobey the old man like this.

Also finally understood, his brother's determination to leave.

In fact, there is no need for Ji Zhilun to stop him, Ji Menghua also knows that he cannot stop Qi Zhijie.

The children I raised from childhood to adulthood have been cultivated to be exactly the same as myself.

Once a goal is established, or a decision is made, it will not be changed easily, and it will never let go until the goal is achieved.

So he knew that unless he really beat his grandson into a cripple today, he would crawl out if he crawled.

Qi Zhijie stood in front of the closed door, pushing it away with trembling hands.

Push open this heavy and solemn door.

This door that has trapped him in a lonely cage for decades.

A gust of evening wind rushed into his arms, and the scent of jasmine blooming in the garden rushed into his breath.

In this fortified mansion, the jasmine planted by Ji Shu is his only comfort.

The moment I stepped out of the gate, the depression and suffocation in my heart began to dissipate, and my heartbeat and breathing began to be adjusted to normal.

He knew that the door he stepped through was the last barrier between him and freedom and self.

The silver moonlight in the night sky gently falls on the world, guiding the lonely people towards love.

In the afternoon of the next day, Mu Xun took Lu Zhizhou to stand at the airport, holding his watch and waiting for Qi Zhijie.

Of course he has full confidence that he can wait until Qizhi Festival.

He thought that this guy might catch him at the airport in the morning.

It's just that the hour hand of the watch on his wrist has almost climbed to "2", but he has never seen Qi Zhijie.

Lu Zhizhou, who was beside Mu Xun, was perhaps even more nervous about the appearance of Qi Zhi Jie than Mu Xun.

If he didn't come, perhaps, he would have a chance to give Mu Xun his ticket to Hokkaido.

The broadcast sounded at the airport regularly, and the planes outside the airport took off and landed on time.

Mu Xun looked at the plane flying towards the clouds outside the glass window, and heard the announcement of the boarding reminder.

Lu Zhizhou dangled two plane tickets in front of his eyes.

"Didn't I tell you that it was just acting? Why did you really buy it?" Mu Xun looked at the two air tickets in his hand with some surprise.

"Because, I really want to take you to Hokkaido." It's also true, I want to fly away with his wood.

It was the first time for Mu Xun to see Lu Zhizhou who spoke so seriously, and he didn't know how to reply for a while.

Lu Zhizhou looked at Mu Xun, star eyes with a tear mole in the corner of his right eye, and poured out all his emotions without concealing: "Mu Mu, there are still 5 minutes, if that old guy misses the appointment, would you like to go with me. "

He specially calculated the time and bought the plane ticket at 02:30. As long as Mu Xun nodded, he would take him back to Hokkaido to see the snow and eat milk ice cream.

just.

"I...I believe he will come."

"What if?"

"There will be no such if."

He believed that Qi Zhijie would come, and he would definitely come.

Such an answer made him sadder than Mu Xun's direct rejection of Lu Zhizhou.

Because in Mu Xun's heart, there is no such option as him.

Only 3 minutes to [-]:[-].

These 3 minutes are really difficult.

Mu Xun did not deny that he was betting, he was betting with his heart, he was betting with his six years.

He bet that Qi Zhijie loved him.

He will definitely become Qi Zhijie's firm choice.

When the second hand goes up half a circle, "12" will be skipped, and the hour hand will be about to freeze at "2".

A familiar figure crossed the crowd and appeared in his sight.

There are too many travelers in a hurry at the airport, but they can still recognize each other at a glance.

The crowd was turbulent, and their eyes met.

Those peach blossom eyes, as always, made his heart flutter.

Mu Xun likes to watch Qi Zhijie in the crowd.

This will make him sure that the world is so big and the crowds are so turbulent, there is a person who is here for him.

There is a person related to him.

The man was panting heavily, looking flustered and in a hurry, the clothes on his body were rarely untidy, and there were creases on his clothes that he would never allow.

Because he couldn't take care of these anymore, he was almost going crazy.

Fortunately, he still found Mu Xun.

The man was standing about ten meters away from him, wearing a clean Chinese mandarin jacket, and his familiar fox eyes were facing him.

He was looking at him too.

At this moment, Mu Xun is the only one in his world, and the pause button is pressed on everything around him. Apart from Mu Xun, only black and white remains in the colorful world.

With red eyes, he ran towards him.

He hugged Mu Xun into his arms, hugging him very tightly, for fear that Mu Xun would turn into a puff of smoke and escape if he let go.

Mu Xun also hugged him tightly, wrapped his arms around the man's waist and put them on his back, greedily smelling the faint woody fragrance of his body, and really felt Qi Zhijie's embrace: "Three seconds, Qi Zhijie , only three seconds away."

He almost thought he was going to lose the bet.

Mu Xun's hand just touched Qi Zhijie's skin which had been knocked several times by the crutches, and the touched flesh began to scream, and he frowned lightly due to the pain, but he didn't attack.

three seconds.

Mu Xun didn't know how Qi Zhijie came to him three seconds ago.

"I'm sorry, Axun." Qi Zhijie hugged him, and the tense strings all over his body gradually loosened, "You won't leave, right?"

"Well...you guess." Mu Xun did it on purpose, Qi Zhijie couldn't see how badly he was smiling now.

As soon as these words came out, the man who was holding him suddenly increased his strength and tied himself tightly in his arms.

Some people hugged each other, and similarly, some people left sadly.

Lu Zhizhou still held the two tickets tightly in his hands, looking at Mu Xun and Qi Zhijie who were embracing each other not far away.

No jealousy.

Even happy for wood.

Fortunately, fortunately, there are three seconds left.

Otherwise, how should he comfort Mu Mu?

How should he leave willingly?

He looked at Mu Xun, determined, feeling his joy and happiness.

That's enough, he thought.

He likes wood, so I hope he can be happy and happy.

He also finally understands that only the old guy whom he can't look down on can make Mu Mu really happy and happy.

Lu Zhizhou stuffed the undeliverable plane ticket into his pocket, and boarded the flight to Hokkaido by himself.

He thought, even if he went to Hokkaido alone, he should be able to see heavy snowfall.

The world-famous milk there should not become bitter and unpalatable just because he is alone.

Mu Xun didn't know that Lu Zhizhou had left, because now he was hugged so hard that he couldn't even breathe, and his face full of smirks began to turn red.

He pretended to be angry and punched Qi Zhijie's back a few times.

The beating wasn't heavy, but Qi Zhijie groaned in pain, and his painful face was twisted together.

Mu Xun noticed his strangeness, raised his head worriedly and wanted to get out of his arms: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Qi Zhijie only hugged Mu Xun, slightly lowered his head and rubbed his chin on Mu Xun's shoulder.

"To be honest, I can buy a plane ticket for the next flight." He knew that something must be wrong with Qi Zhijie. If he deliberately suffered and pretended to be pitiful, he would not say that it was all right. If he was really all right, he would not He wouldn't be groaning, and he obviously felt his body trembling with pain.

"No." Qi Zhijie's eyes were red, and he was crying a little.

Mu Xun raised his head from his arms to look at him, only to find that his complexion was really bad, his lips were extremely pale, and his playful attitude suddenly turned into real anxiety: "What's wrong with you, your complexion So bad."

Qi Zhijie looked down at him, and his vision began to blur. The dozen sticks on his body, the long-distance raid of more than 1000 kilometers, and the highly nervous nerves had already caused his body to light up red. He can come here all because of his willpower to meet Mu Xun.

Now that he has seen it, his overdrawn body has no strength to continue.

He closed his eyes and passed out.

Mu Xun hurriedly hugged him, holding his wobbly body that was about to fall.

The man was taller than himself, and he struggled to support the man and shouted for help.

The author says:

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I wish the little angels a happy National Day in advance~