Rescue the Vicious Villain [Quick Transmigration]

A single small building standing in the mountains, surrounded by natural trees and bushes, more than an hour's drive from the nearest town, uninhabited and rarely visited, and Zhang Wu was arranged in this small building , was locked in the room, and the person who took care of him would bring him a meal every day, and change his clothes every few days.

No one beat him, no one abused him.

They just ignored him and let him howl and curse on the bed, all of them turned a deaf ear.

During the break in the afternoon, Zhang Li received a text message.

He kissed the forehead of Bai Yi who was taking a nap, but Bai Yi didn't open his eyes, he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Li: "There is something wrong with the company, I want to go there."

Bai Yi: "I'll go with you."

Zhang Li put his hands on Bai Yi's shoulders, he lowered his head, breathed hotly, he kissed Bai Yi's forehead and nose, and then fell on Bai Yi's lips, Bai Yi did not refuse, he put his arms around Zhang Li's neck, and threw himself into the mouth. In this passionate kiss.

"Go to sleep, it's not a big deal, I'll bring you roast goose when I come back." Zhang Li smiled and stroked Bai Yi's cheek.

Bai Yi closed his eyes again: "OK."

Just when Zhang Li was about to go out, Bai Yi said, "Come back early."

Zhang Li stood at the door, holding the doorknob, he knew that Bai Yi was waiting for him at home: "Okay."

After hearing the sound of closing the door, Bai Yi turned over and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

But Zhang Li did not go to the company as he said. He drove on the Ring Expressway, left the city, and drove on the old road. The road was dented or cracked, and the road was bumpy. By the time he arrived, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

He stood in front of the iron gate of the small building and looked up at the house.

Soon someone came and opened the door for him.

The middle-aged man walked up to Zhang Li and said, "It doesn't look good, it's probably just two days."

Without proper care, coupled with depression and bad environment, Zhang Wu became weaker day by day.

His weakness can be detected with the naked eye, even without the use of medical equipment, as long as anyone with eyes can detect that Zhang Wu is about to die.

Zhang Li nodded and walked up the steps.

Zhang Wu lives in a room on the first floor. The first floor is hotter and more humid than the second floor, and there is air conditioning on the second floor, but not on the first floor.

The middle-aged man opened the door of Zhang Wu's room, and he closed it after Zhang Li entered.

Zhang Li walked into the room, which was extremely simple, with a window and iron bars outside, and only a bed and a chair inside.

There was a strange smell in it, a combination of sweat and body odor, stinky and sour.

Zhang Wu was lying on the narrow bed, his face was ashen, and he was even thinner than when he was in the hospital. He was so thin that there was only a bone left. He was falling asleep at this time and hadn't woken up yet, so Zhang Li opened the window, Let the fresh air wash away the filth in the room, and then sat on the chair beside the bed.

He looked at Zhang Wu's face silently, neither impatient nor impetuous, just sat like this, without any other actions.

When night fell, Zhang Wu woke up from the nightmare and saw Zhang Li's dark eyes.

When Zhang Li was a child, whenever Zhang Li stared at Zhang Wu with these dark eyes, Zhang Wu would hit him furiously.

But now, even if Zhang Wu has the heart, he doesn't have the strength.

What's more, he is very scared now, he screamed the moment he saw Zhang Li, and then covered his head with his arms.

——Just like what Zhang Li did back then.

Zhang Li suddenly felt a little dull, he didn't find the pleasure of revenge from this weak man.

So he just sat there.

"Dad, uncle called me before." Zhang Li seemed to be talking to Zhang Wu, and also seemed to be talking to himself, "At the beginning, it was just a few hooligans bragging, and then it spread more and more widely, you I also believe it."

"You don't believe my mother, you believe the gossip outside."

"My mother didn't leave, so you abused her desperately."

Zhang Li: "Dad, if you didn't believe them, if you didn't abuse my mother, what kind of life are we living now?"

Zhang Wu was lying on the bed with his hands still covering his head, staring at the ceiling dully, making it hard to see whether he was thinking or had given up thinking completely.

But this didn't stop Zhang Li from continuing.

"Mom works in a hemp spinning factory, and you work in a timber factory." Zhang Li smiled, "I can study hard, pass high school and college."

"When you are old, I will take you to the provincial capital to retire and let you travel."

Zhang Li: "Dad, have you ever regretted it? Even if it's only for a second?"

Zhang Wu covered his eyes with his arms, but tears kept falling down his cheeks. He knew that his wife hadn't betrayed him, but he couldn't admit it. Only by remembering can he continue to live a heartless life.

He couldn't admit that the originally beautiful life was ruined by himself.

Zhang Li didn't look at Zhang Wu's face, he didn't care whether Zhang Wu regretted it, the tragedy had already happened, it was meaningless long ago.

"Mom's ashes are in Xuanyang." Zhang Li said calmly, "After you die, I will ask someone to bring your ashes back to Xuanyang and scatter them next to your mother's cemetery. My mother pleaded guilty."

Zhang Wu, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke out at this time. He shouted loudly and hoarsely: "I will not return to Xuanyang! If you sprinkle me in the river or on any mountain, I will not return to Xuanyang!"

He believes in the cycle of life and death, believes that people have to be reincarnated, and he also believes that after death he will go to hell.

He can't go back to Xuanyang, once he goes back to Xuanyang, he will have to face his wife after he dies.

Zhang Li: "Dad, I will take care of the affairs after your death."

"You don't have a shroud or a coffin. I'll let you take you directly to the crematorium to be burned to ashes."

Zhang Wu kept panting, he was out of breath and couldn't utter a complete sentence, the shout just now took all his strength.

Zhang Li: "Dad, is there anything else you want to say?"

After nearly 10 minutes, Zhang Wu finally said: "You... are not my son..."

Zhang Li had no expression on his face.

Zhang Wu: "Your mother...is a bitch...she cuckolded me..."

Zhang Li still listened indifferently.

Zhang Wu is still saying: "I, I did nothing wrong..."

"I'm not, not a joke!"

Zhang Li smiled: "You are not a joke, who is?"

Zhang Wu's eyes were tearing, he raised his hand, at this moment he forgot the fear, as if he was young again, he is the master of his wife and son, he can decide everything about them, beating or scolding, they You can only bear it, you can't fight back.

His hands dangled in the air, wanting to pat Zhang Li who was sitting next to him.

But his strength was so weak that it was almost nothing, and he couldn't even bring up a breath of wind.

Zhang Wu's throat made a "hehe" sound. He still wanted to speak, but he couldn't utter a word.

His pupils dilated, the divine light disappeared, and he swallowed his last breath in unwillingness and pain.

But until he died, he didn't say sorry three words.

He watched Zhang Li come to this world and then be sent away by Zhang Li.

Zhang Li still sat quietly, he didn't turn on the light, in the dark, he thought of his mother, thought of her holding his hand and walking on the street, buying him snacks, taking him to see children's clothes, and thinking of her hugging him. Watching him being beaten, protecting him with his thin body.

Finally, he thought of Bai Yi.

His life was short for more than 20 years, but in these 20 years, he only let one person in his heart.

He once looked up to each other in the mud in the prison of poverty.

But now, that person is by his side, joking with him, and caring for him.

I will do the most intimate exercise in the lover's world with him.

They love each other.

He finally pulled himself out of the muck and took hold of his light.

Zhang Li finally took a look at Zhang Wu who was out of breath. After losing his soul, there was only a body lying on the bed.

His hatred and pain were all taken away by Zhang Wu's death.

go home.

Zhang Li stood up, opened the door of the room, and the light outside the door shone in, dispelling the darkness on Zhang Li.

The middle-aged man walked over with several other people, and they whispered, "Mr. Zhang, now..."

Zhang Li: "Find a time and take him to the crematorium."

Everyone nodded, and then watched Zhang Li walk out of the gate, his back disappearing into the vast night.

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Bai Yi is cooking, and Zhang Li likes to eat his braised pork recently. He wants to use the best pork belly, so that it is fat but not greasy, and his mouth is fragrant.

As for Zhang Li's taste, Bai Yi became more and more aware of his control.

There is a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyebrows are gentle. If there is a mirror at this time, when he sees his expression at this time, he will be surprised and stunned.

Maybe he invested more emotion in Zhang Li than he thought.

But he was going to leave after all, the deeper his feelings for Zhang Li, the more cumbersome he was, so he tried to tell himself that he was only in a short-term relationship, although it was beautiful, but beautiful things are never short.

He can't change the mission, he can only suppress his emotions.

It was at this time that Bai Yi received a text message from the mission phone.

[The task has been completed, information is being collected, please get ready, the transmission will start in three minutes and 28 seconds. 】

The wooden spoon fell on the sink, Bai Yi was dazed for a few seconds, then reached out his hand to turn off the fire on the stove, the fire changed from large to small, the flames jumped, flickered, and then disappeared completely.

Boyi walked out of the kitchen and sat in the living room with paper and pens in front of him.

He was leaving, and he had to leave something for Zhang Li.

But he picked up the pen, full of thoughts, but he didn't know how to write.

As the second hand ticked by, Bai Yi finally wrote.

He wanted to say a lot, he wanted to say that Zhang Li was good enough now, and he wanted to say that Zhang Li should not come to him.

Bai Yi closed his eyes and raised his head, waiting for the moment to leave.

He thought a lot, but in the end he only wrote four words.

"do not wait for me."

He is not a returnee, just a passerby.

May someone love you more than me in the future.