why are they still in love

When Xiao Chining woke up, there was a dark green forest in front of him.The moon spotlight is generally reflected on the pond in between, turning into a light source like a petal of fireworks, shining a little bit of star spots, quiet and deep.

How could it be "Moon Night in the Forest"?

For a moment, he couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality, and blinked in confusion, trying to see more clearly.

"Chi Ning, is it beautiful?"

Suddenly, a seemingly nostalgic voice came from the side of his head, and Xiao Chining shrank back in shock for a moment, only to realize that his hands and feet were tied tightly and he was reclining on a three-seater leather sofa.

With a constant dull pain in the back of his head, he raised his head vigorously to look at the man's face.Under the floor lamp, Yue Zezhang's face, which is not too different from the photo on the encyclopedia, showed a look of nostalgia. At this moment, even the wrinkles at the corners of the mouth and the corners of the eyes are very soft, like a loving father.

He rested his hands on the wooden cane, his eyes remained indifferent, still looking at the oil painting hanging on the opposite wall: "This is the second piece of art I have collected."

Xiao Chining struggled, trying to untie the knot on his wrist.

"The first one is his famous work, "The Window". But at that time, I was still in my seat, so I had to entrust someone to take the pictures in private." Yue Zezhang raised his right hand, and gently stroked Xiao Chi Ning's sweat-soaked forehead. "Chi Ning, I made your father popular."

Xiao Chining found that all his efforts were in vain, so he simply lay down comfortably beside his lap, and said disdainfully, "None of my business."

Yue Zezhang lowered his head and smiled, and caressed his brow bone with his fingers more and more wantonly: "It's so similar. Eyebrows," and outlined the bridge of his nose, "Nose," continued to rub his lips downward, "lip shape ...It was carved out of the same mold."

"Nonsense," Xiao Chining said, "I'm his own."

"So of course it has something to do with you."

Yue Zezhang moved his hands away, and looked back at the pair of "Moon Night in the Forest" that he packed from his usual villa in the neighboring city two days ago.

"In the past few days, I have spent a lot of time inquiring about who is supporting him. I can hardly eat and can't sleep at night." He asked, "Chi Ning, guess what I finally found out?"

Xiao Chining replied: "I found out that I am your father."

Yue Zezhang didn't care what he said, and said in a flat voice, "You bought cocaine and hallucinogens from my people, didn't you?"

When Xiao Chining heard about this coincidence for the first time, he immediately became vigilant, so he pretended to be silly and asked: "I bought these things from many people, old man, who are you talking about?"

Yue Zezhang only reported the name of the bar: "Chi Ning, thanks to you, Zhaoshan broke my formation. You are worthy of father and son."

A nameless anger ignited in Xiao Chining's heart.Every time he asked about these things, Xiao Zhaoshan would either change the topic, or repeatedly tell him "it's okay", and never confess to him the twists and turns behind him, so that now he doesn't know how serious the matter is, and how to deal with it Yue Zezhang's questioning is appropriate.

He tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth, and deliberately provocatively said: "Coincidentally, you want to set a trap for him, and I think so too. I am worthy of being your father."

Yue Zezhang shook his head and smiled: "Young people should be more cautious in their words and deeds. Chi Ning, your unforgiving mouth will kill you sooner or later."

"An old man like you should be buried in the ground, Zezhang, then why don't you die?" Xiao Chining asked back.

Yue Zezhang lowered his eyes to look at his face, without a trace of irritation: "Before we die, why don't we come and talk about what trap you set up to play tricks on my Zhaoshan."

Xiao Chining said: "First of all, you said that you wanted someone to kidnap me because you planned to blackmail him."

Yue Zezhang made no secret: "He must have other evidence against me, and I will use you as a bargaining chip to negotiate with him."

"Well, the bottom line is that I'm old and I don't have time to spend with him." He tapped his right toe and said in the tone of chatting with his friends, "I didn't have a good rest two days ago, and I accidentally fell and broke my leg. I broke it. You see, I even have crutches. The doctor said that the sooner the operation is done, the better the recovery effect. I have to go abroad for the operation and rest for a while. How about you, Chi Ning, what did you do? "

He looked like he was sure of winning, Xiao Chining knew that he was not an opponent, so he said concisely: "I added some ingredients to his smoke."

"Added the cocaine you bought?" Yue Zezhang didn't mind, "Drugs are nothing, your father can create greater works, and he will thank you in the future."

He seemed to say with regret: "Chi Ning, it seems that our positions are not consistent."

"Really." Xiao Chining added unhurriedly, "But I also disabled his hand." He emphasized, "The right hand."

The always gentle Yue Zezhang finally lost his face.

He clenched his cane tightly, twisted his gray eyebrows, and asked sharply: "Chi Ning, is it true that you abolished Zhaoshan's hand?"

"Old man, have you ever studied the anatomy of the human body? Do you know how muscles and nerves work?" Xiao Chining didn't realize that the disaster was approaching quietly, and even described the process in detail. Piercing the median nerve and ulnar nerve on the inside of the biceps brachii, do you think it can be discarded?"

Yue Zezhang stood up abruptly, walking back and forth in the dimly lit space that was arranged like a study, leaning on a cane.

"It's useless..." He couldn't believe it, and murmured, "You actually crippled Zhaoshan's hand!"

Xiao Chining lay on the sofa, looking at him boredly, not quite understanding why he reacted like this.

Yue Zezhang stopped in his tracks, knocked the ground with his crutches, and said angrily, "Who allowed you to do this!"

He turned around suddenly, raised his crutches and pointed straight at Xiao Chining's face: "Who do you think you are?!" Then he pointed to "Moon Night in the Forest" behind him, "Do you think that Zhaoshan can draw How many paintings like this?!"

Xiao Chining found it extremely absurd: "What the hell! It's not your hand that I've ruined! Why, is it distressing? Are you worthy? His talent and talent are not tools you use to launder|money, instead of relying on you It’s better to draw some rubbish pictures than to draw nothing at all, I just want to piss you off!”

"Tool?" Yue Zezhang walked back to the sofa, and said sadly, "If he is really just a tool, that's all. I wouldn't be reluctant to let that motorcycle crush his right hand 20 years ago. How can there be such unhappiness today?"

He poked Xiao Chining's chest with his cane: "You are more ruthless than me."

Xiao Chining raised his eyebrows: "So do you think you can use me to threaten him? He won't care about me, he hates me to death."

"He will." Yue Zezhang affirmed.

He called the two men in the van, pointed at Xiao Chining's right upper arm with his crutches, and asked softly, "Is this here, did your knife go in from Zhaoshan's side? "

Xiao Chining read madness from his gentle eyes: "What do you want to do?"

Yue Zezhang dialed a number, pressed the speakerphone and put the phone next to his face: "I want you to pay him back a hand. If Zhaoshan agrees."

Xiao Chining lowered his eyes to look at the call interface on the phone, and it really was the eleven numbers he knew so well.

A formulaic female voice came from the receiver: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later."

Xiao Chining heaved a sigh of relief for no reason, I don't know if it was because Xiao Zhaoshan didn't deliberately not answer his phone call, or because he had no chance to listen to Xiao Zhaoshan's choice.

He looked back at Yue Zezhang with a sneer: "I've said it before, it's useless to arrest me."

Yue Zezhang sighed, and raised his voice to let the two men who were waiting outside the door come in: "Since Zhaoshan has acquiesced, let's start."

He turned his back, backed away a few steps, and said to the two burly men, "Give me his right hand. Listen clearly, it's not chopped up, it's disabled, so that he can't hold it in the future." You can't write with chopsticks."

Seeing the two men approaching the sofa, Xiao Chining couldn't help but struggle again with his eyes widened: "Fuck|Your mother! When did he acquiesce! Yue Zezhang! Yue Zezhang?!"

However, Yue Zezhang had already walked out of the dark room slowly on crutches.

The two men couldn't help but throw Xiao Chining by the hands and feet and threw him onto the concrete floor under the sofa.One of them untied the rope that bound his wrist, pressed his knee firmly on his chest, and pressed his right arm with his strength, while the other picked a section of steel pipe in the corner, and after trying it out, it didn't leave any impression on him. I greeted him on the arm with all my strength.

Yue Zezhang stood at the door of the dark room, closed his eyes and listened to the heart-piercing wailing behind the door.

The muffled sound of the steel pipe hitting the flesh was surprisingly clearly audible. Xiao Chining was able to curse him to death for the first two hits, but after the third hit, he could only scream piercingly.After ten times, he seemed to lose his mind, and kept calling Xiao Zhaoshan's name, begging Xiao Zhaoshan to save him.After twenty blows, there was finally a desperate choking sound from inside the door.

Xiao Chining's face was full of tears, he lost the strength to resist, and wept angrily: "Dad... help..."

Yue Zezhang opened his eyes with a calm expression. On the contrary, Assistant Li listened to him, feeling more and more unbearable, and he hesitated to speak: "Mr. Yue, if... if you continue to fight, will you—"

Yue Zezhang gave him a cross look and interrupted his pleading: "Why, do you want to go in and beat him?"

Assistant Li knew today for the first time that an ordinary person, a 17-year-old boy with a seemingly thin body, could burst out such deafening and desperate screams.Better than the loss of a loved one, better than his wife's childbirth, better than all the danger and helplessness he'd ever heard of.

His back felt chills, and he quickly bowed his head to apologize: "No, no, I'll listen to Mr. Yue."

Yue Zezhang tidied up the collar of his shirt, and ordered: "Prepare the car and go back to Beijing, and hand over the materials prepared in the past few days to the Public Security Bureau."

Assistant Li's Adam's apple rolled, and he respectfully answered "Yes."

"Ask him to call Xiao Zhaoshan twice a day, when he has made an appointment for the negotiation, and when he will let me know." Yue Zezhang looked back at the closed old-fashioned iron gate, "If Xiao Zhaoshan doesn't answer, then call me again." Xiao Chining must pry something useful out of his mouth when ordering extra food, he must know a lot."

Thus, Xiao Chining spent a long night in pain every second.

He was lying on the ground, not daring to move an inch, so as not to cause secondary damage to the broken bones, and he couldn't sleep at all, even closing his eyes and resting his mind became a luxury.

His right hand was swollen thicker than his thigh, and large pieces of blood stasis gradually surfaced from under the skin, making his entire forearm look horrifying, as if it was about to break through the fragile skin that had already been stretched into a big drum, spattering sticky blood of pus.

He was dying of pain.

The next day, Xiao Zhaoshan's phone still couldn't be connected.

Seeing that he had been killed, the two men simply untied the ropes on his feet, didn't give him any water or food, purposely sat on the sofa and ate, bragging about their past.

Xiao Chining didn't know whether he had fallen asleep or was in a coma, anyway, when he opened his eyes again, the sunlight under the narrow window turned into a bleak moonlight.

If there was the sound of fireworks blooming in the distance, his first reaction was that he was outside Beijing, not that today was New Year's Eve, a day for family reunion.

He raised his heavy eyelids, looked at the blurry "Moonlight in the Forest" on the wall that hadn't changed for many years, and called "Dad" softly in his heart.

On the third day, Xiao Zhaoshan shut down the phone.

Xiao Chining had a high fever early in the morning due to inflammation, and the constant pain and high temperature in his body made him float back and forth between half-dream and half-awake.

Despair came from all directions and penetrated everywhere, wrapping him into an airtight cocoon.For a time, he was in so much pain that he couldn't tell where he was hurt, where he was, which pictures were hallucinations and which pictures were reality.

For a second, he saw Xiao Zhaoshan wearing a thin shirt and sweater, with that neatly cut short hair on the nape of his neck, standing with his back in the boundless pure white snow field, coaxing him with utmost tenderness, telling him to be good, come down In a second, I saw the two men holding the lunch box, stretching out their hands and pulling his eyelids suspiciously.

On the fourth day, it was still turned off.

The two men were probably afraid of killing people, so they bought anti-inflammatory drugs and mineral water and poured them into his mouth, and then fed him some leftovers.

Xiao Chining is like a scarecrow, at their mercy.

He has been numb from the pain for the past two days, and the nerve endings seem to disdain to send similar signals to the brain, and only passively remind him to sense the temperature of the outside world.

He was shivering with cold, his lips were chapped and bloodless.The two men felt that he had regained some energy, so they relaxed, resumed their old work, punched and kicked him, and forced him to ask if Xiao Zhaoshan still had other evidence in his hand.

Xiao Chining replied weakly: "I don't know."

One of the men with a mole on his chin took aim at his stomach and feet, kicked him away a meter away, and said with a sinister smile, "You have a very good relationship with your father. Holding hands? How could you not know?"

There was a burst of fishy sweetness on the back of his tongue, Xiao Chining struggled to swallow it, and repeated: "I don't know."

On the fifth day, shut down.

He spat out all the blood he had swallowed, and more.

On the sixth day, shut down.

Xiao Chining seemed to feel the existence of the soul.He floated in mid-air, without pain, looking at the authentic work of "Moon Night in the Forest" that he had longed for since he was a child.

For a moment, he realized that he was still resentful, resentful that Xiao Zhaoshan didn't answer the phone, resentful that Xiao Zhaoshan ignored his humble call for help just like the day Hu Yingxue committed suicide.He wished that Xiao Zhao would go down to Abi Hell, and suffer all the pain he had experienced in the past few days countless times, so that he would never be reborn and be tortured forever.

For a moment, he realized that he had lost his heart and didn't know who Xiao Zhaoshan was. Whether he came or not, it had nothing to do with him.

There is still a moment—no, many moments, when he realizes that he actually misses Xiao Zhaoshan very, very, very much.

He really hoped to see Xiao Zhaoshan again, even if it was far away.

On the seventh day, shut down.

Xiao Chining had a high fever repeatedly, coughed non-stop, and had unbearable stomach pains.

He didn't know that he had been incontinent for five days, and his pants were full of fetid shit.The two men finally couldn't bear it anymore, took two large basins of tap water, pinched their noses and drenched him from head to toe in disgust.

It seems that Yue Zezhang called and said something to them. The mole man went out at noon, and when he came back, he not only had a takeaway, but also an extra syringe.

"Kid, open your eyes and see, what is this?"

The slender needles cast shadows in the crevices of Xiao Chining's eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Another man with a cross tattooed on the back of his index finger tempted, "This injection won't hurt, and you will be much more comfortable. Just tell your brother what your dad is going to do next."

Xiao Chining was unconscious, and only heard the second half, but still had no reaction.

"Little friend, heroin is a good thing, and my brother himself is reluctant to use it." The mole man smiled, and pushed the needle into the vein of his left hand, "Would you like to try it, it is more effective than painkillers."

Xiao Chining still said "I don't know", all he knows is that all this is retribution, and it is retribution for him to destroy Xiao Zhaoshan.

The man with the mole saw that he was about to lose his temper, hesitated for a moment, and finally stuck the needle into his arm.

"It's been a long time since I tried it. It's Chinese New Year," he slumped on the ground and said to the tattooed man with a smile, "I'll take a sneak peek."

On the morning of the eighth day, Xiao Zhaoshan still turned off his computer.

The mole man's "filling his own pocket" did not allow Xiao Chining to regain his confidence to walk out of this cold and dark room.His waking hours are getting shorter and shorter, and he has long lost the concept of days.

Sometimes he would be very confused, not understanding why Yue Zezhang didn't send letters to Xiao Zhaoshan in other ways, or directly killed himself to vent his hatred.

It wasn't until noon that day when Yue Zezhang came and burned "Moon Night in the Forest" to ashes beside him that he vaguely realized that Yue Zezhang was also torturing himself.

"Chi Ning, is it warmer?" He asked.

Xiao Chining couldn't find the strength to speak, he felt that he was hanging on his last breath, but he never died.

Yue Zezhang looked at the pile of jumping fire, and said: "Zhaoshan's heart is so hard, he doesn't even bother to fight against me."

The temperature in the room rose rapidly, and Xiao Chining's clothes, which had been wet all morning, were gradually dried, and his body was indeed a little warmer than nothing.

But it's just "a little bit".

"Give him one last chance to choose." Yue Zezhang sat on the sofa and instructed the man with the mole to call Xiao Zhaoshan, "If he still doesn't answer, you can sleep well. Don't worry, it will be a long, long time." Very comfortable sleep."

"If he picks up—" Yue Zezhang looked out the window, "I'm tired, so I'll let you sleep together."

The mole man had a long night of high yesterday, and today he is very excited.He squatted in front of Xiao Chining and pressed the hands-free button.

To everyone's surprise, it was no longer the tired female voice that came through the receiver, the phone beeped six times, and Xiao Zhaoshan actually answered it.

Xiao Chining lay on the ground, his eyes, which had been dry for a long time, were suddenly wet.

No one spoke for a while, the man with the mole took a look at Yue Zezhang's gloomy face, and pinched Xiao Chining's shoulder forcefully as if asking for credit: "Damn it, talk to me!"

This kind of pain is really pediatrics for Xiao Chining today, he bit his lip, but he insisted not to make a sound.

He heard what Yue Zezhang said just now, if Xiao Zhaoshan does not come, he will die, but if Xiao Zhaoshan comes, they will all die.He was convinced that Yue Zezhang could do what he said.

He doesn't want his father dead.

Xiao Zhaoshan on the other end of the phone seemed impatient: "If you don't talk anymore, I'll hang up."

Xiao Chining stared at the phone screen with red eyes, begging him silently not to hang up.Slow down, take longer, talk a little more, he wants to hear it again.

Seeing his stubbornness, the tattooed man stepped on his swollen right hand.The man with the mole gave him approving looks, and handed the phone to Xiao Chining's mouth.

"Come on, call your father twice."

A fresh sharp pain came from the hand that had been numb for a long time, Xiao Chining gasped, and couldn't hold back a weak groan.

"Xiao Chining?"

He called my name, Xiao Chining thought, and the tears that had been rolling in his eyes fell down in response.

The mole man withdrew his hand in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Painter Xiao, after seven days, you finally answered the phone. You really don't want to take the life of your beautiful son."

"I have been in the hospital for the last week, and my phone was only turned on today." Xiao Zhaoshan paused, "I want to listen to Xiao Chining."

"Is this what the great painter pursues?" The mole man's smile deepened, "We are very easy to talk to, and it won't be a problem for you to meet your son."

He looked at Yue Zezhang, who silently nodded.

"Tomorrow night at 27:11613, 3975, [-], is the great painter free?" the man with the mole asked.

Xiao Zhaoshan's steady voice suddenly became choppy, and he shouted recklessly: "I want to listen to Xiao Chining! Now, immediately, immediately!"

"Why are you still getting angry?" The mole man shook his mobile phone in front of Xiao Chining's face, "Little friend, your dear father finally thinks of you, talk to him."

Xiao Chining choked up and swallowed a huge sorrow like a farewell, adjusted his breathing three or two times, and said with a voice that was hoarse due to extreme lack of water, "Get out...don't come, get out, get out! "

But Xiao Zhaoshan didn't seem to hear it, he just kept asking: "Are you hurt? Xiao Chining, talk, are you hurt?"

The man with the mole spoke first: "Grand painter, don't waste your time, won't you find out when you bring all the evidence related to this case tomorrow?"

Xiao Zhaoshan gritted his teeth: "I will come, you tell Yue Zezhang, I will be there on time."

"I would like to remind you." The man with the mole grabbed Xiao Chining's hair, forced him to look up, and warned, "If you call the police, or have other wrong thoughts, you may have to go to court tomorrow night. Put your son back in a trash can."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

It was an unbelievable night.Xiao Chining coughed so hard that he couldn't pass out. There was no pain in the back of his head, arms, stomach and bruised ankles.

The two men were annoyed by his noise, got up and rewarded him with half a bottle of mineral water, and then continued to lie back on the camp bed to sleep.

Xiao Chining looked at the empty concrete wall where "Moon Night in the Forest" was originally hung, and missed Xiao Zhaoshan more and more.

Think of his solemn sleeping face like a sculpture, think of the steadfastness and warmth of his embrace, think of the ease and fascination in his eyes when making love, think of the taste of the only noodles he is good at, think of his bickering with himself, just Just do what he said.

He extremely regretted not being able to remember Xiao Zhaoshan's good things more clearly.At that time, he thought with all his heart that the days to come would be exciting enough, that he could completely throw away all the resentment and unwillingness attached to family and love, forget about Xiao Zhaoshan, forget about Chi Yan, and live again.

Now it seems like a foolish delusion.

He can't forget it, and he can't live it again.Everything is not a footprint on the sand, which disappears once the tide rises, but a hard rock.Even if the wind and grass do not catalyze change, after a long time, they can still carve indelible marks on it, making people remember, make people old, and make people grow old all the time.

The night was just too long.

Before dawn, Xiao Chining was dizzy and vomited unpreparedly.He twitched and endured the severe pain waiting for the dawn, but before dawn, he fell into a coma.

He opened his eyes again, thanks to Yue Zezhang's crutches.

"Look at Zhaoshan, he is alive and well."

It was already dark, and on the provincial road not far away, the passing cars lit up the wasteland at the foot of the mountain.Xiao Chining almost fell into a deep sleep again.

"Xiao Chining, don't sleep, look at me. Did you hear that? Don't sleep!"

But Xiao Zhaoshan told him not to sleep.

It should be Xiao Zhaoshan... He moved his eyelids, tried hard to wake himself up, and searched for the source of the voice.

With the help of the flashlights of the two kidnappers, Xiao Zhaoshan saw Xiao Chining, who was lying on the stretcher opposite him and was seriously injured, move his fingers, as if he had reacted, so he didn't want to continue dealing with Yue Zezhang, wasting time for nothing.

He impatiently raised the USB flash drive in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Let Xiao Chining come over, and all the information in it will be yours."

Yue Zezhang has inconvenient legs and cannot stand for a long time, so he always sits calmly on the folding chair carried by his subordinates.

"How do I know if you have a backup?" He stared fixedly at Xiao Zhaoshan who was three meters away, "Or, did you hand it over to the police before you came?"

"I won't make fun of my son's life." Xiao Zhaoshan threw the USB flash drive to his feet, making a gesture to kick it over, "Our conversation in the grocery store, the recording of Qu Cheng chatting with your other eyeliners in my car , including the falsified accounts and the falsified process, it’s all in it, and it’s up to you to dispose of.”

"It doesn't matter anymore." Yue Zezhang put his cane between his legs and said with a smile, "Zhaoshan, do you think it was 20 years ago, if I want you a painting and a promise, I will let you go and let you go to your place." The life you want to live?"

"You're dreaming." He smiled suddenly, his face suddenly darkened, "I used to be too soft-hearted towards you, but now I'm too indulgent with you. I don't want to repeat it to you 20 years later with a bunch of old bones. Play out the same drama."

Xiao Zhaoshan stepped on the USB flash drive, and reluctantly looked away from Xiao Chining.

He slowly looked at Shangyue Zezhang with murderous eyes, and said calmly: "I'm not the same as I was 20 years ago. Can you believe it, if Xiao Chining and I didn't leave this ghost place at ten ten o'clock, someone would Make this information public for me, and copy it to the police."

Yue Zezhang took a deep breath and looked up at the night sky, which was very different from the city: "Of course I believe it, so today—"

He lowered his head and looked back at Xiao Zhaoshan, "You and Chi Ning will sleep here forever, and strive to be father and son in the next life."

"I have prepared the scene of the car accident for you," he said. "The dead are heinous, but the living are innocent. The police will understand sooner or later."

Xiao Zhaoshan tensed up instantly, and looked around vigilantly, but there was no movement in Aishan.

"You can't see them." Yue Zezhang knocked on the grass with his cane, "The snipers I have carefully selected will try to make you walk as quickly as possible."

He got up from the folding chair, and signaled the man with the mole and the man with the tattoo to bring Xiao Chining here, so that it would be easier for people in the distance to aim at.

"Guess, Zhaoshan, what is the signal I agreed with them?" Yue Zezhang turned his back to Xiao Zhaoshan, and stood beside a clump of waist-high weeds leaning on crutches.

Xiao Zhaoshan turned a deaf ear and was trying to wake up the sleeping Xiao Chining: "Xiao Chining, wake up, we have to go home."

The two men didn't move, and even backed away a little, as if they were determined to die.Yue Zezhang pricked up his ears, patiently listening to the movement behind him.

Xiao Zhaoshan stepped forward cautiously: "Xiao Chining, it's me."

The filthy Xiao Chining sat slumped on the chair, a little cold from the night wind, and finally opened his eyes a crack.

Xiao Zhaoshan was overjoyed, and subconsciously stretched out his left hand, which was not in plaster, as a gesture of hugging him, and his steps also took a little longer.

"Xiao Ning, go home with Dad."

Xiao Chining raised his head wearily, as if confirming whether the scene in front of him was a dream, he called him suspiciously: "Dad...?"

If it wasn't for Xiao Chining, Xiao Zhaoshan might not have found himself so patient with children.

He continued to move forward, only one step away from Xiao Chining: "It's me, it's Dad."

Yet this is the signal.

Yue Zezhang sighed, and said regretfully, "Zhaoshan, why don't you take my warning seriously?"

Before the words were finished, several birds flapped their wings abruptly at the edge of the protective forest next to the provincial road, and jumped into the air in all directions.Immediately afterwards, a similar ominous movement came from another mountain forest not far away.

The man with the mole and the man with the tattoo quickly pulled out their pistols from their backs and pointed them at Xiao Zhaoshan.Xiao Zhaoshan didn't look sideways, gritted his teeth and flew towards Xiao Chining, protecting him in his arms, rolling him to the ground, narrowly dodging two bullets that rubbed against his shoulders.

The cars on the provincial road whizzed by, and a series of deadly rustling movements erupted in the silent mountain forest at the same time.

Hiding in the darkness, it was unknown whether it was a monster or a soldier from the sky. The numerous shadows and the sound of the bullet being loaded gnawed at the nerves of everyone present.

Suddenly, beams of bright cold light suddenly shone on this not-so-spacious flat land, like black and white impermanence.

Yue Zezhang was furious, with veins bulging on his neck: "Xiao Zhaoshan!"

"Run!" The tattooed man was the first to react.

The shadows appeared: "Police! Don't move! Hold your head and squat down!"

It wasn't until this moment that Xiao Zhaoshan was sure that the abnormality in the forest just now was not caused by Yue Zezhang's subordinates, but a sign of the police who had figured out the surrounding terrain in advance to subdue them.

The chaotic and orderly pursuit began, but he was not interested in taking another look.

After a whole week of disappointment and fear, the baby was finally recovered, and even the monstrous resentment turned into pity at this moment.

He fell on the grass, tightly hugged Xiao Chining who was sobbing in pain with one hand, and kissed his forehead with extreme fear: "I'm sorry baby, Dad is late."

Although he was also trembling all over, he also wanted to be his son's hero once.

"It's okay, good boy." Tears filled Xiao Zhaoshan's eyes, and his tone was firm, "No one will hurt you in the future, Dad promises."