I really want to be a good person!

Because she was concerned about Yun Xiangguang, Aunt Yun didn't want to leave for too long, so she only went to the convenience store near the hospital to buy daily necessities for Yun Xiangguang during his hospitalization.

Nian Zhifei was with him all the time, but he didn't talk much, only when he saw Aunt Yun comparing the prices of two similar products, he would not hesitate to put the more expensive product on the shelf into the shopping car.

Aunt Yun didn't care at first, but she couldn't help laughing when she saw Nian Zhifei casually picked up a towel marked "128" and put it in the shopping cart.

"You children really don't know how to live! The hospital towels can't be taken home for use, it's just for one night, why buy such expensive ones?"

As she spoke, she retrieved the towel and put it back on the shelf, and took another towel marked "28" and put it back in the shopping cart.

Nian Zhifei stayed with Aunt Yun all night, and he was relieved to see her smile until now.Seeing that all the things that should be bought are almost bought, Nian Zhifei pushed the shopping cart to the cashier and asked, "It's been a busy night, Aunt Yun, are you hungry?"

But before Aunt Yun could reply, he picked up two cans of instant porridge and threw them into the shopping cart on his own initiative.

Nian Zhifei was so domineering, Aunt Yun couldn't help being slightly taken aback.For some reason, she suddenly thought of her husband, Yun Hongbo, who died young.

Yun Hongbo is several years older than Aunt Yun, so Yun Hongbo has always taken care of Aunt Yun since they fell in love, pampering her like a little girl.Everyone is envious of Aunt Yun's good eyesight, and the husband she finds is obedient and considerate to her.

But Aunt Yun knew that Yun Hongbo actually had a machismo spirit in his bones.In the daily relationship between husband and wife, although he takes care of Aunt Yun modestly, but once it is something he decides on, he will never allow Aunt Yun to disobey.

Aunt Yun still remembers that when she was young, she had a bad stomach and didn't always eat much for dinner.Yun Hongbo boiled a bowl of millet porridge for her every night, saying it nourished her stomach.At that time, no matter how Aunt Yun objected, such as being afraid of being fat, not hungry, and not having time, Yun Hongbo would answer all these reasons without blinking an eye, and he had to force her to drink the porridge.But when Yun Hongbo passed away, the people around her would treat her as a fragile vase and do everything according to her wishes, so no one would force her to do anything anymore.

"Aunt Yun, the porridge is ready."

Hearing Nian Zhifei's words, Aunt Yun regained consciousness in a daze.She hastily wiped away the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, and realized that she had sat in the rest area of ​​the convenience store at some point, and Nian Zhifei, who was sitting opposite her, had just pushed millet porridge soaked in boiling water onto her. before.

Aunt Yun looked at the ready-to-eat porridge in front of her, and at the paper bags beside Nian Zhifei, and immediately exclaimed annoyedly, "Oh! How dare I ask you to pay the bill?"

Nian Zhifei smiled indifferently, and said softly, "Xiaoguang and I are still friends. Don't worry about this small amount, Aunt Yun."

Aunt Yun knew Nian Zhifei as early as a year ago, and she got Nian Zhifei's help to find her family when they first met.During her several stays in Haicheng, Aunt Yun also invited Grandma Nian out to drink tea and chat many times, and she is also a very good friend with Grandma Nian.Today, she had to beg her good friend's grandson to break up with Qi Yaohui because of her unavoidable circumstances. Aunt Yun felt very sorry for Nian Zhifei.

Hearing that Nian Zhifei still regarded Yun Xiangguang as a friend, Aunt Yun was even more restless, she couldn't help holding Nian Zhifei's hand and said in a low voice: "Aunt Yun decided what happened today, Xiaoguang didn't know about it. Feifei, don't blame him."

Looking at Aunt Yun, Nian Zhifei shook his head slightly, and said seriously: "I don't blame him, I envy him very much. He can have a mother like Aunt Yun who loves him and can do anything for him unconditionally. Unlike me..."

Aunt Yun heard from Grandma Nian that Nian Zhifei's parents died in a car accident not long after he was born.He is actually a poor kid.

Thinking of this, Aunt Yun couldn't help feeling more guilty, and said with tears in her eyes, "Xiaoguang has a weak temperament, I spoiled him. It would be great if his father was still alive... Hongbo said that boys should be brought up by their father." ..."

Nian Zhifei also almost shed tears, he hurriedly lowered his head and choked up a few times, then raised his head and said with a smile: "Aunt Yun and Uncle Yun must have been very affectionate when they were young, right?"

It is obviously not in line with the painting style of Aunt Yun's age to mention her young love to the younger generation.Her cheeks felt slightly hot, and after a while, she took off a heart-shaped necklace from her neck.I opened that heart, and a photo of the four of them was posted inside.

"This necklace was given to me by your Uncle Yun back then. This is a photo of our family of four. Xiang Guang was just born at that time, and he was still holding it in his hands. Look..."

Nian Zhifei hurried over and saw that in the miniature group photo of the four of them, there was a little girl with two braids sitting in the arms of the young Yun Hongbo, while the young Aunt Yun was holding a swaddling baby in her arms. .The little girl with shofar braids has vivid eyebrows and eyes, and is looking at the camera curiously; the swaddled baby is probably sleepy, and yawns big at the camera; while the young and beautiful couple are cuddling tightly, They looked at each other and smiled.What a happy, happy family this is.

——That's me, that's a photo of me and my family.

Nian Zhifei cautiously stretched out a finger and slowly stroked the outlines of everyone in the photo, endured and endured, and finally resisted the urge to ask Aunt Yun for this photo.But this is such an unbearable request, he was so jealous that his eyes were red.

——Okay, I can do it.At least she still has my picture, at least she used to remember me.Now she has another son, and I... I am no longer "Yun Xiangguang".

Speaking of her precious son, Aunt Yun also had a gentle face, and her whole body seemed to be shining. "Xiang Guang was so cute when he was a child, lively and laughing. He danced happily when he heard me play music. When he was a child, he liked to dance with me the most..."

"...Pikachu dance." Nian Zhifei replied softly.

Aunt Yun's heart suddenly moved, and she couldn't help raising her head to look at him suspiciously. "Feifei, how do you know?"

"I liked it very much when I was young." Nian Zhifei lowered his eyes, unwilling to meet Aunt Yun's eyes.

In fact, it's the only pictorial memory he has of his childhood.Holding hands with his mother, he sang and danced in circles in the small living room.Later, he couldn't find his record on the missing persons website, and went to the nightclub for entertainment, Qujiang... Nian Zhifei bit his lip hard to stop himself from recalling.

"Huh? Why did you hurt your hand?"

Nian Zhifei took the necklace to look at the photos, but Aunt Yun never left her eyes, finally noticing the small wounds on the four knuckles of Nian Zhifei's left hand.A few hours later, the wound has scabbed over.It's just that the numerous scabs of blood clotted on Nian Zhifei's fair and slender fingers were still shocking.

"Oh, no, it's nothing." Nian Zhifei hastily withdrew his hand to prevent Aunt Yun from looking at it, as if he was trying to cover up his ugly face. "Accidentally bruised."

"Then we have to deal with it quickly, what should we do if we have an infection?" Aunt Yun gave him a reproachful look, got up and took a box of alcohol cotton and a small bottle of red medicine from the shelf.

This time, Nian Zhifei didn't take the initiative to pay the bill.He sat quietly in the seat, waiting for Aunt Yun to come back to treat his wound after paying the bill, carefully blowing air on his wound, and asked him gently: "Does it hurt?"

Nian Zhifei still didn't speak, he just looked at Aunt Yun quietly, his eyes were amazingly bright with admiration and joy.

The word "mother" is always the first vocabulary learned by human beings, and the image of "mother" is often the most beautiful.Nian Zhifei is no exception.Although he is very unfamiliar with the "mother" in reality, he can't help but beautify the "mother" infinitely in his fantasy, and for a long time, he takes this as the hope of redemption.

Of course, he used to call someone "Mom", he called Long Mengya "Mom".

But in the face of a mother who can drunkenly say to her son who is recovering from drugs: "Why are you so stupid to suck fans? Isn't it okay if you fly the leaves?" She treats her like a real mother.

But it was completely different at this time, the night was quiet, there was no one on the street outside, and the cashier in the convenience store was leaning against the counter and dozing slightly.In the entire rest area, only the lamp above their heads accompanied them, peaceful and beautiful.

Nian Zhifei knew that it was time for him to leave, but the fact was that he didn't even have the courage to stand up.The image of Aunt Yun is gradually overlapping with the "mother" in his mind, and Nian Zhifei is really reluctant to leave like this.

Not long after, there was a rough knock on the door outside the convenience store.

Qi Yaohui with a sullen face rushed in aggressively, picked up Nian Zhifei's collar and said to Aunt Yun, "Aunt Yun, please borrow it from Nian Zai." He quickly dragged Nian Zhifei out of the house.

Aunt Yun saw that Qi Yaohui's face was not right, she hurried out the door, and immediately saw Qi Yaohui grabbing Nian Zhifei's shoulders and pushing him hard towards the car door.

Hearing a "boom", Nian Zhifei's back slammed into the car body hard, his whole body tightened in pain, and he lost the strength to struggle and resist in an instant.

Seeing this, Aunt Yun couldn't help but change color, and hurriedly shouted: "Yaohui, if you have something to say, don't do it!"

Only then did Qi Yaohui calm down a little, and turned to Aunt Yun and shouted: "Aunt Yun, you go back to the hospital by yourself, I have something to talk to Nian Zai."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care what Nian Zhifei's attitude was, he forced him into the car, and drove away aggressively.

With a sullen face, Qi Yaohui drove the car at lightning speed all the way to the deserted seaside, and Fang slammed on the brakes.The neighing of the tires rubbing against the beach hadn't stopped yet, he had already pulled Nian Zhifei out of the car and pushed him hard.

Nian Zhifei staggered unexpectedly, before he could stand still, he heard Qi Yaohui yelling furiously: "Nian Zhifei, I don't agree with breaking up!"

Nian Zhifei sighed exhaustedly, turned his head and said, "Qi Yaohui, breaking up is not the same as falling in love. Falling in love requires the consent of two people, and breaking up only requires the consent of one person."

Qi Yaohui choked for a moment, and a moment later, the anger that was originally three feet high above his head rose to six feet. "Stop fucking nonsense! Why did you break up with me?"

Looking at Qi Yaohui's aggrieved and anxious face, Nian Zhifei felt sore, and after a long time, he asked in a low voice: "Don't you ask me why I know the mark will hurt?"

Unlike ordinary people, Long Xinghe has experienced two markings, probably no one in this world knows how painful marking is better than him.

The first time was after Long Xinghe released Zhang Dingguo.It may be because of the gunshot wound and his poor physical condition. Halfway through the marking, he suffered a lot of internal bleeding and threatened his life, so the marking had to be suspended.

After being rescued, Long Xinghe, who felt that life was too painful, chose to commit suicide but was discovered by Qu Jiang.Therefore, Qu Jiang, who felt that his property had been damaged by Long Xinghe, decided to make a second mark.

The long, continuous, bone-sucking pain caused Long Xinghe to completely collapse, but the severe pain exhausted his strength, making him unable to even bite his tongue to kill himself.He could only plead with Qujiang between repeated coma, begging him to kill him, begging him to let him go, begging him to give him painkillers even if it was heroin, until he shamelessly begged Qujiang to fuck him, at least the marked The pain eased a little.

However, Qu Jiang refused.He humiliated Long Xinghe to pieces with mocking eyes and harsh words, no matter when he recalled this episode, he would feel ashamed.

For the second mark, Long Xinghe was given three booster injections before he managed to survive.

At first, the markup was successful.

Long Xinghe's differentiation failed, and the pheromone in his body was far below the level of ordinary people, so it was impossible to be marked theoretically.However, the "Mango Ice" developed by Professor Shen Weimin can catalyze a burst of pheromones in a short period of time, coupled with the prior injection of a large amount of artificially synthesized pheromones as an aid, it is possible to mark this matter.

But when Long Xinghe was out of danger, as the level of pheromone in his body continued to drop, the marks also disappeared.

Faced with this change, Qu Jiang and Shen Weimin were very dissatisfied.Shen Weimin was busy improving the formula of "Mango Ice", but Qu Jiang told Long Xinghe to take good care of his body with a pleasant face.

Long Xinghe was terrified, he was afraid that Qujiang would mark him a third time.So, he struggled to roll out of bed before Qujiang came to his room next time.The feeling of his body hitting the floor was like hitting a nail board. He was sweating and shaking the floor for a long time before gathering a little strength to push open the window, pretending to escape by jumping out of the window, and then hid himself in the cupboard.

The reason why he didn't choose to jump off the building directly was not because he was afraid of death, but because it was on the ground floor.

Long Xinghe still remembered that there was a spare silk quilt in that cupboard, and the cupboard had a strange smell because it hadn't been ventilated for a long time.In the darkness, he listened in horror to the approaching footsteps of Qujiang, his heart was beating wildly with the footsteps, but his body was trembling because of the lingering pain and fear that had not yet disappeared.Even though it was midsummer's solar term, he was covered in cold sweat, even if he was wrapped in a quilt and curled up into a ball, it would not help.

In his short life of 20 years, Long Xinghe almost never cried.Because he knows better than anyone that tears are useless.

Therefore, he didn’t cry when he was robbed of food and could only lick the dew when he was thirsty; he didn’t cry when he was assassinated by his former companion and saw him executed by the general; He didn't cry when he was addicted to drugs; he didn't cry when Qu Jiang had plastic surgery to look like Long Xinghe to replace Long Xinghe; The differentiation failed, and his pheromones were completely exhausted in a short period of time, turning into a monster from then on, but he still didn't cry.

But this time, under the influence of the mark, he could clearly feel that apart from the physical pain Qujiang left him, there was also the instinctive fear and obedience to Qujiang branded deep in his soul.The fate that he tried his best to reject with trepidation, finally came to him with irresistible strength.But he was unarmed, exhausted, and unable to resist, so he could only forcefully stuff the corner of the quilt into his mouth to silence his crying.I kept praying in my heart: O God!Help!Help!Don't let him find me!Even if it's just for today!

Every second hiding in the cupboard was the longest second of his life.

Maybe the gods above finally heard his prayers, or maybe the Qujiang robber showed kindness. On this day, he passed out in the cupboard.

After that, Qu Jiang never mentioned the matter of marking again.