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The little brother was waiting at the door. Zhang Xiaoyi came out of the fighting room drenched in sweat. He had just practiced for half an hour, and his chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and biceps were all active, and he was slightly hot.

"Say." He pulled a towel from the railing in the lounge, put it on his shoulders, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Found it," the younger brother reported, "Ding Zhen is indeed on the list of Jianghan Prison, and he was just released last month."

"What about C709?"

"Yes, and with the same name as Ding Zhen, but the information is confidential."

Zhang Xiaoyi walked forward and stood in front of the bright north window: "Why did Ding Zhen go in?"

"I modified the skeleton for war without permission, and I was locked up for more than two years."

"Did you check the background, who else is in the family?"

"Check it out, it's an orphan, there is a friend, he goes in and breaks up."

Zhang Xiaoyi nodded, there is no flaw, no matter the prison information or personal background, it is just right, but all of these, if it is a conspiracy, the dyeing company can do it completely: "Is there anything else?"

The younger brother bowed: "It's gone for now."

Zhang Xiaoyi took out the airtight cup from the cryogenic box, drank it while looking into the distance, the true north was the direction of Ulancha, I wondered what happened to Jiaxibei... Jialantang and the others.

They are all the forces of the anti-dyeing society, the cooperation should be smooth, maybe they are preparing to go to Lancheng, Zhang Xiaoyi thinks he is ridiculous, when he proposed Wulanqia, he wanted to keep Jia Xibei by his side and not go away so quickly , But looking at it now, what is the difference between ten kilometers and one thousand kilometers?

"By the way, how about the fireworks?"

"It's basically ready," the younger brother replied, "Let that Ding Zhen watch it."

Zhang Xiaoyi laughed: "What do you think?"

"He is also idle when he is idle, give him something innocuous and see if he has any changes."

"Where are the others?"

"According to the instructions of the hall master, it is arranged in the villa nearby, 117."

Qiaoshan Villa 117, the first floor, facing north, is a warehouse in the shade and damp.Ding Huanliang curled up in this small room where there was no sunlight all day long, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. Although he came out of the cell of Qi Xian's group, Zhang Xiaoyi kept him alone. Right now, he was more anxious than any of them, and whoever was anxious would be passive.

Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, he warned himself, like a prisoner who has been in prison for a long time, playing with He Feifan's chip, subconsciously, between his lips.

In fact, he has many ways to get Zhang Xiaoyi's attention, such as cunning tricks, find an excuse to get someone to beat him up, the harder the better, and then show him to soften his heart.

Or playing hard to get, saying that he doesn't want to wait any longer and wants to go back to Jianghan, Zhang Xiaoyi will naturally take action.

Of course, more complicated conspiracies can also be created, but Ding Huanliang didn't. He didn't want to deceive Zhang Xiaoyi as a child just because he was a child. role, he needs patience.

Turning his eyes, he saw the fireworks boxes piled up outside the window. According to He Feifan's intelligence network, Taitu mobilized a large number of fireworks in a short period of time. The purpose is unknown. The tactical analyst of the dyeing company is doing data simulation.

But this thing, he stood up, was crucial to their plan.

He jumped out of the window, all kinds of fireworks boxes, and he tore open a package at random. It was a fairy stick played by a little girl. His sister liked this when he was a child. He always passed by the swimming pool with sparks in the summer evening.

A past that is too sweet and unbearable to recall.

He came back to his senses, took out a few fairy wands, lit them with a lighter, followed his sister's example, and walked towards the lawn in front of the villa, shaking his wrists.

Zhang Xiaoyi put on his shirt, came out of the lounge, passed the jasmine window in the corridor, and saw the bright sun, the lawn, the shimmering fairy wand, and a man with light hair, shirtless, with obvious scars, and Fantastic tattoos.

Zhang Xiaoyi walked down the stairs, passed through the small hall, arcade, and the gate, and walked straight to him.

When Ding Huanliang heard footsteps, he turned around and saw this kid unexpectedly.

"You..." Zhang Xiaoyi said, but he didn't know what to say, probably because he looked good shaking the fairy wand, overlapping with a faded figure in his memory.

"Can you tell me," Ding Huanliang said, "Who are you?"

Zhang Xiaoyi frowned.

"He lives in this kind of house," Ding Huanliang looked up at the Qiaoshan villa, "how could he be the captain of the second team of Qi Xian's group."

He made no secret of his intelligence, Zhang Xiaoyi was a little surprised: "It doesn't matter who I am."

"Then," Ding Huanliang asked again, "has the person been found?"

He wanted to find "Zhang Xiaoyi", but Zhang Xiaoyi stared at him and shook his head: "Not yet, after all, he has been missing for three years."

Ding Huanliang was silent, the fairy wand in his hand was burned out, he was a little sad: "Maybe I can't find it."

"I can't find it," Zhang Xiaoyi pretended to be indifferent, "What can I do?"

"It's nothing," Ding Huanliang said, "it's just that kid who never knew his father had looked for him."

Zhang Xiaoyi suddenly had an impulse to tell him that he was Zhang Xiaoyi, that he wanted his father's relics, and wanted to hear his dying words, but he held back, because he knew that the more he wanted, the more he would come to naught. , is likely to be a dream woven by his opponent.

And it's a nightmare.

He changed the subject and pointed at Ding Huanliang's chest: "Why do you have this tattoo..."

Weird, morbid, even erotic stuff.

Ding Huanliang looked down at his chest, with a long-lost, unfamiliar embarrassment: "I didn't get the tattoo," he raised his head, his cheeks flushed slightly, "It's my master."

Zhang Xiaoyi blinked and looked away.

He understands this, the little hobby of the superior is just the word "master", which makes him have a desire, and he realizes belatedly that some things can be obtained not only with love, but also with power.

Ding Huanliang keenly captured his changes, slippery like a snake, crawling into the cracks he accidentally exposed: "How old are you this year?"

"Sixteen." Zhang Xiaoyi didn't tell the truth.

Ding Huanliang knew that they were wrestling: "Then...has there ever been a woman?"

This era, fifteen or sixteen, can have women.

Maybe it's a guilty conscience, maybe it's shame, Zhang Xiaoyi thinks he doesn't like this topic, but those eyes are like a thief with evil intentions, lingering on Ding Huanliang's chest.

There is a pair of skeleton hands.

Maybe he wants to be these hands, Ding Huanliang thought, a child is a child after all, no matter how superior the force is, no matter how clear the mind is, it cannot match curiosity.

"Who said," Zhang Xiaoyi asked him back at this moment, "I like women?"

Ding Huanliang raised his eyebrows, don't you like it?It’s fine if you don’t like it, he smiled slowly and ambiguously, lit up two fairy wands, and handed him one: "I can't see clearly during the day, so it's fun at night."

It seemed that there was something in the words, Zhang Xiaoyi glanced at him.

Ding Huanliang has a well-thought-out plan, and Ruyi Zhu is very familiar with war, conspiracy, and blood, but he knows almost nothing about love and desire.

In the evening, Zhang Xiaoyi really came to look for him, told him to come out, and waited for him in a beautiful gasoline-powered car. This kind of car is a relic of the previous era, and each car is priceless.

Ding Huanliang opened the car door, and his hand gently slid across the streamlined car body, feeling the old-fashioned luxury.

"Did you bring the fairy stick?" Zhang Xiaoyi held the steering wheel with his left hand, and the gear was loosely buttoned with his right hand. He was not wearing a suit, and his white shirt was stretched on his chest muscles, with his neckline open.

Ding Huanliang showed him the bag in his hand. There were hundreds of them. Zhang Xiaoyi shifted gears to refuel, turned the steering wheel with one hand, and drove along the mountain road through the side door of Qiaoshan Villa.

He drives very well, a clumsy and complicated set of technology, but he does it with grace and fluidity.

"Can you drive?" Zhang Xiaoyi asked.

Ding Huanliang knew it, he knew it since he was a child, but he said, "No."

"I'll teach you," Zhang Xiaoyi said with a blank expression on his face as he continued to increase gears on a road heading east, "Tell me about your time in prison, how about C."

The speed is too fast, Ding Huanliang unconsciously grasped the side of the cushion: "There is nothing to say," "Do children like it so fast, or does it have other intentions?" "Three meals are fluid protein, no sunlight, no water, and even physical labor. No, C709 has old injuries and is only lying on the bed."

Zhang Xiaoyi didn't speak, but looked ahead.

Ding Huanliang didn't understand what he meant, found a flaw and wanted to solve himself?There's no need to go through so much trouble, let alone a bag of fairy sticks...

"It's here." Zhang Xiaoyi braked, which was different from his acceleration, very steady, even gentle.

Ding Huanliang got out of the car, there were clouds in the sky, the moonlight was dim, only the sound of rushing water was heard, it was the river: "Where is this?"

"An unknown place," Zhang Xiaoyi took out a lighter from the trunk and threw it to him, "Light it on."

He was referring to fairy sticks, and Ding Huanliang did as he did. The big man made dozens of sticks. When they saw the fire, they burned beautifully. In the dreamlike firelight, Zhang Xiaoyi stood opposite him, tilting his head. The figure is impeccable.

In a few years, this will be an excellent man.

But Ding Huanliang would not give him a chance to grow up.

Zhang Xiaoyi walked towards the small river. It was by this river that Jia Xibei washed his wound for the first time. Like a little girl, he splashed water on his face, then rubbed the tip of his nose against his, and asked softly, "Why don't you smile?" ah".

"Jia Xibei." Ding Huanliang called out suddenly.

Zhang Xiaoyi shook his head and turned his head. The glass-like man came up and shook the fairy wand. He was completely different from Jia Xibei. He had an indescribable beauty, which was allurement.

"How tall are you?" He stood in front of him.

"I don't know, I haven't measured it." Zhang Xiaoyi looked up at him slightly, amidst the dazzling sparks and sparkling waves.

Ding Huanliang reached out and compared his head with his hand, almost reaching his chin: "It's still a child."

"I'm not a child."

Ding Huanliang smiled, a sly, adult smile, and then he threw the fairy wand away.

Dozens of them were thrown into the river, and the sparks flickered vigorously, then extinguished with the waves, and the two fell into darkness again.

"Whether it's a child or not depends on the body." Ding Huanliang said in a very soft voice. He reached out again and touched Zhang Xiaoyi's button. He slowly undid the first button under the open neckline.

In the night, Zhang Xiaoyi couldn't see him clearly, only saw his drooping forehead hair, which was not as fluffy or soft as Jia Xibei's.

He grabbed that hand: "What do you want to see?"

"Muscles," Ding Huanliang said without changing his expression, "Status," he unbuttoned Zhang Xiaoyi, and the wind blew in, making his pectoral and abdominal muscles even stronger, "Well, not bad."

Zhang Xiaoyi let go of him, didn't cover up his shirt, and didn't show any extra expressions, but with the power of a hall master who has been practicing for many years, he said slowly: "If it's someone else, this hand is gone."

"Me," Ding Huanliang took advantage of the loophole: "what's the difference?"

Zhang Xiaoyi turned around and walked towards Xiaopo opposite: "It's no different, it's just that you are lucky to appear at this time."

Ding Huanliang followed him: "When?"

In mid-spring, a layer of fluffy green grass grew on the slope. Zhang Xiaoyi lay down and looked at the stars in the sky with his pillow on his arms: "When my heart is empty."

"Why Kongluoluo?" Ding Huanliang lay down next to him.

The galaxy in the sky is like weaving, one piece is sparse and the other is dense, flashing like it is about to fall.

"There is a hole in each of us, but we don't know it," Zhang Xiaoyi said, "until one day, a person came in and filled the hole. It hurts so much that it makes people feel overwhelmed. The man is gone again, and the hole appears empty."

Ding Huanliang was surprised and couldn't believe it was what a 14-year-old child said: "You...you can find another person to fill this hole again."

Zhang Xiaoyi shook his head: "The shape is different."

shape?When he said that, he looked like a child again.

"Either it's bad here, or more there," Zhang Xiaoyi murmured, "There is no other him in this world."

Is he... is Jia Xibei?Ding Huanliang had to think like this, if so, that sissy made a cold person understand love, so silly, this guy also wants to fall in love, but he doesn't know that once he learns to love, he will be so fragile Vulnerable.

"What about you?" Zhang Xiaoyi turned to ask him.

Ding Huanliang was taken aback, he was different from Zhang Xiaoyi, what he lost in that hole was not a person, but a superior family, so he wanted power and strength, and wanted to be above everyone: "I didn't..." If you want to deny it, Vaguely, there seemed to be another shadow, he subconsciously grasped the chip in his trouser pocket, "I'll go back after I'm done here," he said, "That person is waiting for me."

Everything that shouldn't be said was said in the night wind and under the stars.

Enemies, perhaps for a moment, are the closest friends to each other.

"Does he also like fairy sticks?" Zhang Xiaoyi rarely laughed, it was teasing.

Ding Huanliang could laugh it off, but he keenly seized this opportunity: "My parents are bone experimenters for the government army. One night," he paused, true or false, even he believed it, "they had something to do at the last minute. Back in the lab, I was playing fairy sticks with my sister..."

Zhang Xiaoyi stared at him, never before so seriously.

"The hostile society attacked the laboratory, and they never came back..." Ding Huanliang suppressed, his voice trembling, "I was 12 years old that year."

From Zhang Xiaoyi's expression, he knew that he had made the right bet.

"That's why C709 asked me to help him find a child, so I agreed," Ding Huanliang smiled wryly, and looked at Zhang Xiaoyi, "Because, I also lost my parents."

Chapter 44 White phosphorus cloak┃A sea of ​​flowers lit up in the distant sky, blooming in an instant, and withering in an instant.

The goal is close at hand.

Ding Huanliang was pleased, even the dark room 117 didn't look so bad, he took out He Feifan's chip, leaned against the window and said to himself: "You bastard surnamed He, I'll be back soon."

At this time, someone knocked on the door, it was Zhang Xiaoyi, who came in without waiting for the door to open, and made a surprise attack.

Ding Huanliang quickly put the chip back into his pocket and smiled at him.

"Apple." Zhang Xiaoyi entered the room and kicked the door, raised his hand and threw a red apple to him.

Ding Huanliang caught it, he hadn't had it for a long time, but he said: "I don't eat it."

If they dare not eat, any food given by Zhang Xiaoyi may have been tampered with, such as hallucinogens, veritaserum and the like.

"Really?" Zhang Xiaoyi was surprised, "Don't you eat apples?"

In this era of extreme material scarcity, this is rare. Ding Huanliang explained: "Eat apples, not apple skins."

Zhang Xiaoyi came over and took the apple away without saying anything.

Ding Huanliang was afraid that he would be unhappy or suspicious, so he pointed to the pile of fireworks outside the window to divert his attention: "It's still on hold, let's let it go."

Zhang Xiaoyi went to the small tea table and took a knife, looked up: "It's for you."

Didn't say when to release it.

Ding Huanliang wanted to test him, but also arrogantly, wanted to prove his charm, after all, they exchanged their thoughts under the starry sky: "Leave it to me, just tonight."

Zhang Xiaoyi didn't even think about it: "It's not for you."

Ding Huanliang's face froze suddenly. Even though he had no feelings for this child, even though everything was a conspiracy, he was inevitably frustrated.

The room was very quiet, Zhang Xiaoyi didn't seem to care about his feelings at all, leaning against the table, concentrating on peeling apples.

Ding Huanliang was puzzled, why did he peel the apples, and who did he peel them for? Is it for himself who "does not eat apple peels"?

Zhang Xiaoyi's hands were clumsy, apparently he had never done this kind of thing before, the apple was peeled unevenly, like a potato.

"Here," he handed over the "potato", "there's no skin left."

Ding Huanliang didn't pick it up for a long time. When he was a child, he only took peeled apples from his mother. He always felt that it was not an apple, but love.

Zhang Xiaoyi seemed to understand, even though he didn't say anything: "When I was young, my mother would peel apples for me like this."

Ding Huanliang took it hesitantly.

Zhang Xiaoyi added: "She also likes to shake the fairy wand and walk on the lawn."

Ding Huanliang was stunned. It turned out that it was like this. It was actually a few fairy sticks that helped him approach Zhang Xiaoyi: "Who are those fireworks prepared for?"

Zhang Xiaoyi looked out the window with a complicated expression: "To a person ten kilometers away."

Ten kilometers away is Wulanqia.

Ding Huanliang understood that the protagonist of Ruyi Pearl has always been Jia Xibei.

Jealousy? I can't talk about it. I just don't understand the "pure" feelings between children. It's so nasty: "You may not be able to see it ten kilometers away. What's the point?"

"In my heart," Zhang Xiaoyi said, "it makes sense."

"That's why I said you are a child," Ding Huanliang walked towards him, "you don't know how to grab the person in front of you."

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoyi looked at him with a pair of burning eyes, which made Ding Huanliang burn. However, the fire finally went out, and Zhang Xiaoyi shook his head.

Ding Huanliang smiled, the smile was fake, but the vengeance hidden in it was real: "Do you know what is the biggest difference between a virgin and a mature man?"

The word "virgin" irritated Zhang Xiaoyi, and his eyes turned hard.

"A mature man separates 'love' from 'desire'," Ding Huanliang approached him, "and a virgin would naively think that these two are the same thing."

Zhang Xiaoyi frowned, and suddenly stretched his eyebrows: "No," he retorted, "It's the bad men who say 'desire' as 'love', and use 'love' as 'desire' to vent."

These words stimulated Ding Huanliang, he is such a person who has no "love", but does not hesitate to "desire". If one day he encounters "love", he may miss it because of strangeness.

It's so sad.

Zhang Xiaoyi noticed his confusion, and the yellowing apple in his hand: "If I help you find Zhang Xiaoyi," he took Ding Huanliang's hand for the first time, "Would you like to leave when you're done?"

Ding Huanliang looked down at him. Would this innocent and cruel child feel a little bit reluctant to treat a dirty adult like him?

"What do you think?" He leaned closer to him, "do you want me to go?"

It was really close, so close that Zhang Xiaoyi could count the number of times his eyelashes blinked, and his light eyes would be sucked in just by looking at them.

Breathing, heartbeat, and eye movement are all synchronized without knowing it. There is a word called "attraction". Yes, Zhang Xiaoyi thought, maybe you can try it indulgently, as long as you stand on tiptoe slightly, your lips are opposite to your lips.

Is this what he wants?

Ding Huanliang waited for him, he knew that sooner or later the prey would take the bait, despite struggling hard.

Zhang Xiaoyi felt that she wanted, wanted a hug, wanted love, wanted...

"Xiao Yi, if I live, I will always, always, always remember you."

Zhang Xiaoyi's breathing was chaotic and fluctuating. Ding Huanliang felt that he wanted to break free from this net of desire, and in just a few tenths of a second, he approached that lip first.

Zhang Xiaoyi flicked openly and touched his chin.

The bell rings, and the magic fails.

Ding Huanliang panted lightly, he was furious and impatient, but a voice sounded in his heart: This child is too kind and pure, are you really willing to kill him?

Zhang Xiaoyi distanced himself from him, and once he broke away from the tension, he felt that the person in front of him was exquisite and sophisticated, and he couldn't compare with Jassy Bebe: "You rest, I'm leaving."

"Wait!" Ding Huanliang stopped him, his voice was a little loud, "I want to go out to the city to get something, you..." He tried to ask, "Can you see me?"

Zhang Xiaoyi said coldly: "I'll tell people to go."

Opening and closing the door, Ding Huanliang was left alone in the dark little room. He clenched his fists, his eyes were red, and at the end of his line of sight was the pile of fireworks that belonged to Jia Xibei.

Half an hour later, he left the room. Since he told someone, there should be a car for him at the entrance of the villa. It was royal blue, the same car as last time. He sat in it and found that Zhang Xiaoyi was holding the steering wheel.

"Didn't you tell someone?" Ding Huanliang kept a straight face despite his surprise.

"Hmm." Zhang Xiaoyi didn't answer, stepped on the accelerator twice, and the engine made a loud rumble, which was the sound that made the man's heart surge.

The car drove out of the city, and in the evening, heading east, leaving a piece of sunset behind, not far from the city, on a small hidden slope, under a lonely old jujube tree, Ding Huanliang knelt down and began to dig a hole.

Zhang Xiaoyi waited for him at the bottom of the slope, took out a cigarette from his arms, half a pack, he asked for it from the people below, lighted it up and took a puff, coughed violently, he held the cigarette to see, this fucking smells like an adult?It is astringent and bitter.

Looking past the cigarette, he saw a tall figure in the distance, it was a skeleton, walking towards this side, Zhang Xiaoyi looked around, there was one on each of the north, east, and south sides, and the battle lights were already on.

"Hey," he called Ding Huanliang, "stay there and don't move."

He began to take off his clothes, suits, shirts, leather shoes, and everything that restricted his movement. He glanced at the chip on the inside of his left arm.

Ding Huanliang hid behind the tree and watched the three skeletons approaching continuously. He knew that it was Du Ting's team. Their team leader produced brain poison illegally and was just executed by Zhang Xiaoyi.

With only a knife and a gun on his body, Zhang Xiaoyi quickly inspected the bones and then threw the gun away.

The one from the east came first, and it used a long knife. The blade was coming straight towards him. Zhang Xiaoyi flashed, his ape arm wrapped around the back of the knife, and with the inertia of returning the knife, he jumped onto the shoulder of the skeleton.

This is Yan Luo, the captain of the first team of the Du Ting group, known for his fast attack speed, Taitu, but it has a fatal flaw. The armor at the junction of the left neck is too thin, and ordinary daggers can be inserted.

Zhang Xiaoyi stably inserted the knife into that position, the muscles on his arm swelled, the blade went deeper and deeper, Qianshou Yanluo let out a scream, the depth was enough, he raised the tip of the knife, and the skeleton immediately fell face down fall.

Ding Huanliang was astonished, the child didn't wear the skeleton, almost unarmed, and killed a hundred and eight within 30 seconds.

The north and south arrived at the same time, one with a machine gun and the other with a steel fork, forming a firepower net that tightly blocked Zhang Xiaoyi within a range of about ten meters from Qianshou Yanluo's corpse.

Why isn't he called Ruyizhu?Ding Huanliang was puzzled, could it be...to maintain his identity in front of him?What a fool he is.

Zhang Xiaoyi used the armor of Qianshou Yanluo to dodge, but the bullet rain was too dense, and he tried to break out several times but failed.

Although it was a trap set by himself, Ding Huanliang was still sweating. No matter how strong Zhang Xiaoyi is physically, it is impossible to deal with two bones at the same time. If he dies here...

If Zhang Xiaoyi died here, Ding Huanliang squinted his eyes, and his mission would be completed.

Using the skeleton of the machine gun to start inertial shooting, the overwhelming advantage made it relax its vigilance. When the distance was close enough, Zhang Xiaoyi suddenly jumped out and ran towards it in a zigzag shape.

Three seconds, no more, no less, he grabbed the guy's calf armor, and used the most clumsy and primitive method to climb up.

Ding Huanliang couldn't believe it.

It was impossible for the machine gun to shoot himself, and the steel fork would not stab his teammates, so Zhang Xiaoyi quickly climbed to the driver's cabin while the two skeletons hesitated, and opened the hatch.

Ding Huanliang understood that this kid never planned to fight his flesh against his bones, but his flesh against his flesh!

Zhang Xiaoyi jumped in and slammed the hatch, his bones began to twist wildly, he waved his fist convulsively, trying to help it with a steel fork, just approaching from the front, the machine gun suddenly aimed at him and fired violently at him.

Zhang Xiaoyi took control of the controller's cabin, Ding Huanliang was dumbfounded, and manipulated the dead body to attack manually before the neuron activity was lost.

In less than ten seconds, the connection was deactivated. At this time, the steel fork had been beaten into a sieve, shaking and falling down.

Zhang Xiaoyi jumped out of the royal cabin, covered in blood and smelling fresh, Ding Huanliang looked at him in horror, his heart was beating violently, he was also a man, but he wanted to bow down at his feet.

This is a born king.

"Have you dug it out?" Zhang Xiaoyi asked.

Ding Huanliang was stunned for a moment, then nodded, with a sealed vacuum bag and a bottle of wine in his hand, he walked downhill towards him.

Five steps, ten steps, fifteen steps, within a short distance, he saw the thousand-handed Yan Luo behind Zhang Xiaoyi move, and slightly turned the firing hole to this side. It was a fire blowing hole with a diameter of ten centimeters. They all spray high-temperature flames, and if the human body is exposed to it, it will instantly...

Thinking about these things in his mind, his body vacated first, obviously it would be better if Ruyi Pearl died, and obviously he came to Taitu to do this, but he threw the child down without hesitation.

I regretted it when I fell down. My shoulders became hot, then numb, and then sharply painful.

A difference in thought.

In front of Zhang Xiaoyi's eyes were the blue flames, Ding Huanliang's frowning brows, and the bright red sky. The flames lasted for a short time and died with the death of Thousand Hands Yama.

He helped Ding Huanliang up and checked his shoulder. He didn't come into direct contact with the fire, but was burned by the high temperature and lost a layer of skin.

"Don't touch me." Ding Huanliang said, he was angry with himself.

Zhang Xiaoyi let him go, helped him pick up the vacuum bags and wine bottles on the ground, turned around and started the car.

On the way back to the city, neither of them spoke, because there were too many things in their hearts, and their throats were blocked and they couldn't get out.

Back at the villa, at 117, Zhang Xiaoyi pushed Ding Huanliang in, closed the door with his backhand, and slammed it.

The room was very dark, Zhang Xiaoyi was still holding the vacuum bag and the wine, maybe he wanted to do something, maybe he just needed courage, he unscrewed the bottle and took a sip.

It's very spicy, not those improved products, it's real wine, he coughed, this is the second time today, it's also astringent and bitter, burning his chest and stomach overwhelmed: "I'm Zhang Xiaoyi."

Ding Huanliang was stunned, not knowing how to answer the conversation.

"I'm Zhang Xiaoyi," he repeated, "C709 is my father, and that blade is called Yin Chuan. I'm the one you're looking for."

It was dark, unable to see each other's expressions clearly, Ding Huanliang said: "I... actually guessed it a long time ago."

Zhang Xiaoyi was a little overwhelmed, staring at the wine bottle in his hand, there was no light, his head was also dizzy, and he couldn't get the focus right.

"You don't trust me," Ding Huanliang walked towards him, holding his hand, trying to take out the wine bottle, "maybe you still think I'm a spy from the dyeing society."

Zhang Xiaoyi didn't let go, holding the wine bottle, it was equivalent to pulling him.

"This is alcohol," Ding Huanliang said, "not suitable for children."

Maybe it was rebellion, Zhang Xiaoyi snatched the bottle and took another big gulp.Ding Huanliang already knew he was drunk without turning on the light.

It wasn't just alcohol, but a small amount of strong sedatives. They finally reached this point, and it was time to decide the outcome.

With a snap, the wine bottle fell to the ground and shattered. Zhang Xiaoyi grabbed his wrist and saw him at a very close distance. Ding Huanliang stared at him. His heroic and green outline made people reluctant to strike.

But he was still cruel, and opened the vacuum bag. There was a pungent smell, and inside was a battle cloak, which looked very old and had blood on it: "This, remember?"

The cloak was soaked in white phosphorus solution in Jianghan. The ignition point of white phosphorus is only 40°C, and it is extremely flammable in the air.

Zhang Xiaoyi swayed, for some reason, the dress seemed to be glowing in the dark, he recognized it was the cloak his mother wore the day she went to the battlefield.

"This is your mother's relic," Ding Huanliang said, "I brought it from Jianghan."

This is impossible, the clothes of the defeated generals are displayed as spoils of war in the exhibition hall of the dyeing company, and Ding Zhen, a prisoner released after serving his sentence, has no way to get them.

With such a big flaw, Zhang Xiaoyi was confused: "Mom..." He tugged at the dress, his voice trembling.

Friction will speed up the fire, Ding Huanliang stopped him: "Do you want to wear it?" He spread the cloak behind him, "It's like being held in my mother's arms."

Think, of course, Zhang Xiaoyi thought about it for three whole years.

He stretched out his arms dully, feeling the weight of the cloak on his shoulders, the strong smell of white phosphorus, alcohol and sedatives made him unaware, Ren Ding Huanliang pulled him, and sat on the old sofa by the window, with a hill-like fireworks box behind him.

"Sleep, wishful bead."

Zhang Xiaoyi slowly closed his eyes.

Ding Huanliang looked at him from a distance. Under the hazy moonlight, his face was extremely serene, immersed in the illusion of being loved by his mother, the white phosphorus soaked in the cloak began to burn, little by little, like expensive patterns, wrapped Zhang Xiaoyi Live, slowly, warmly, carry him to death.

"By the way," Ding Huanliang said, "What C709 asked me to bring to you is..."

Zhang Xiaoyi's eyelashes trembled and were too heavy to open.

The fictitious C709, which never existed, "He said, he misses you very much, and asked me to send you to accompany him."

The flames rose vigorously on the young body, beautiful, calm, and devoured everything calmly. Ding Huanliang bid farewell to the shining young man in the fire, turned and left, and gently closed the door of room 117.

The moon was thin and the lights were just coming on. He walked out of the villa slowly. The door was the royal blue car with the key still in it. He sat in, started the engine, and stepped on the accelerator.

He walked the same way that Zhang Xiaoyi took him every time, even the wind came in the same direction, and no one stopped him, as if he was just leaving home.

Jia Xibei suddenly thought of this name, if he hadn't softened the Wishful Bead with love, who would have killed that natural king?Zhang Xiaoyi's death was not a miscalculation, but he was weak.

There was a bang in the back, fireworks were in full bloom, and in the rearview mirror, one bunch after another bloomed in the sky, yellow, green, and colorful, adorning this death.

At this time, in a corner of the small town of Ulanqia, a simple funeral had just ended, and five budding flower stems were placed on the piled soil. Cen Zhuo stood beside Zhu Yeliang, pinching the red corners of his eyes.

At the side, Jia Xibei was crying, whimpering, and called "Sister Jin" sobbing. Yuan Zhen couldn't see it, so she hugged him into her arms and rubbed her thin back silently.

Gao Xiu dragged a broken arm and sat on the ground, his black eyes were full of anger, he changed overnight, from a high-spirited boy to a seed of hatred, rushing to find the soil, wanting to germinate.

"She's a girl," Cen Zhuo lowered his head in depression, "but I never treated her like a girl. I only brought her blood, not happiness."

"I'm the one who wants to come to Wulanqia." Zhuyeliang said.

Cen Zhuo shook his head: "I agree, I am the boss of Jialantang."

"Any contest can't just be victory." Zhui Yeliang was discussing the matter, with a detached indifference in his voice, "Before you came out of Shenyang, you said that it is better to go out with a spear than to be killed at home, and die in the dye house. My confidant, how can a little setback make you cowardly?"

Cen Zhuo clenched his fists: "If you want to break it, I will break it, not any of you!"

Zhui Yeliang took advantage of the situation and held his shoulder: "If you break up, we will also be separated."

"Perhaps," Cen Zhuo inevitably wavered, "we shouldn't have left Shenyang in the first place."

Zhuo Yeliang exerted a slight force on his hand: "Cen Zhuo..."

At this time, a sea of ​​flowers lit up in the distant sky, blooming in an instant, and withering in an instant, like a dream, continuous and endless, and there was an explosion-like sound, but it was too far away to hear it clearly.

"What's that?" Gao Xiu stood up.

"It's in the direction of Taitu." Yuan Zhen said.

Jia Xibei poked his head out from his arms, blinked his red eyes and looked into the distance, it was very beautiful, a large cluster of flowers bloomed in the sky.

"If you are in Ulanqia and see a beautiful fire in the sky above Taitu, it is the fireworks I set off for you."

"Xiao Yi..." He grabbed Yuan Zhen's clothes, "It's Xiao Yi!" He blinked and cried again, "He said he would set off fireworks for me... Sister Jin, Sister Jin didn't see it!"

Yuan Zhen coaxed him, and asked Gao Xiu in a low voice: "What are fireworks?"

Gao Xiu shrugged: "I don't know."

Of course Zhui Yeliang knew each other, the things that are put out every year to celebrate birthdays, one day is bright, reflecting the beauty of the river, the one beside him at that time was... But now, he looked down at Cen Zhuo, and let go of his hand.

On the other side of Wulanqia, Avalokitesvara pushed Song Qilian away, frowned and stared at the window, his face was swollen, but there was no broken bone, Cen Zhuo was merciful.

"What?" Song Qilian stopped applying the medicine.

"There seems to be light." She pushed away the chair, walked to the window, and saw the fireworks in the direction of Taitu.

"Where is the light?" Song Qilian urged, "Quickly, finish this medicine."

Chaohai Guanyin opened his eyes wide, what the dyeing agency said was actually true,