worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

no, do not want!

This was the first thought that came to Song Ci's mind.

He stared fixedly at Ji Huai, tears blurred his vision, turning the whole world into a water color, large and large tears slid down his cheeks, gathered on his chin, and fell again.

He couldn't even feel the beating of his own heart at this moment.

He chose to leave in the middle of the night, without even saying a word, because he didn't want to face Ji Huai, didn't want to hear his questioning, and didn't even dare to face the possibility that he would forget himself.

None of these things had happened yet, but just thinking about it made him feel unbearable.

Song Ci never thought that Ji Huai would be able to tell him about the divorce in person, and he said so resolutely as if we had never known each other.

This kind of lethality is simply explosive.

Song Ci put down his hands, closed his eyes, his black eyelashes were wet from swimming: "...I don't."

How could he agree, how could he watch Ji Huai become a stranger to him even though he still remembered him?

He... can't do it.

"Song Ci," Ji Huai's voice was still calm, even calm, "I know you have kept many things from me, let's talk today."

Song Ci turned his back to him, lowered his head, silently suppressing his own crying.

"The first thing is your origin." Ji Huai paused, "Since you don't want to tell, then there must be your reasons. I won't ask you."

Song Ci took a deep breath, blinked hard, and slowly clenched his fingers.

"The second thing is that you have had frequent accidents recently." Ji Huai counted slowly, "Not only are you not surprised by these things happening at all, but you also feel that you are going to die soon. I guess you may know something inside?"

Song Ci stood stiffly at the porch, his back was like a statue.

Ji Huai... what else does he know?

Fear and uneasiness spread in the body like a plague, and then gradually drifted away. From the tips of the hair to the fingertips, everything was numb and cold.

"The third thing is that you are prone to sleepiness recently, and you always fall asleep at every turn." Ji Huai sneered, "Song Ci, if you were a woman, I would suspect that you were pregnant...but your body is not There is no abnormality, and you are well aware of the cause of your lethargy, but you just don't tell me, why?"

Ji Huai paused for a few seconds, as if he was asking himself, but it was more like a forced question, and the words were sharp and piercing: "Why?"

During his interrogation, Song Ci only felt heartbroken, and his heart was on fire. All the pretense, hypocrisy and submissiveness all along were shattered into pieces and dissipated completely in this pressing interrogation.

It turned out that Ji Huai knew everything.

It turned out that he knew everything.

He didn't ask, he just didn't want to force him.

Song Ci's fingertips almost broke his palm, no matter how hard he tried, his voice was trembling, with choking and crying that could not be concealed: "...I'm sorry."

I'm really sorry.

He couldn't tell him.

He couldn't say anything.

He tried very hard to think about how to solve this problem and how to balance it.

But he still can't think of a suitable method...

"Is this the same sentence again?" Ji Huai didn't look surprised at all, and he was calm from the beginning to the end, "Then let's do a multiple-choice question—or you can pretend that I haven't come down, where do you want to go today?" Just go there, since you don't want to tell me anything, then don't let me know about the future, or..."

Song Ci turned his head again and looked at him rightly, his dark eyes were covered with a layer of sparkling water, like obsidian soaked in water, but the light inside seemed to be crushed and full of scars and pain.

Ji Huai slowly stretched out his hand towards him, with a calm voice: "Either you come to my place, if you don't tell me about everything before, I won't mention it, if one day you still want to leave, just tell me, I will I won't ask any more questions."

——Ji Huai is showing weakness.

The translation of his words should be like this: If you don't leave, I won't ask you anything, okay?

Song Ci burst into tears in an instant, and the crying could not be suppressed no matter what, one after another, as if crying blood.

Ji Huaiming is such a proud person, like an eagle soaring in the sky, its goal is the vast sea of ​​stars, nothing can restrain him, nothing can make him bow his head.

But now, he is clearly standing above the porch, and he is obviously standing higher than Song Ci, but his posture is more like kneeling, holding his heart in his hands, like a gambler putting all his eggs in one basket. Looking at Song Ci, he just begged him not to leave.

Song Ci couldn't control himself anymore, he turned around, ran in front of Ji Huai in two or three steps, and hugged him forcefully, the tears seemed to burst a dike, and the tears flowed endlessly, spreading wantonly into a vast ocean.

He spoke intermittently and pieced together sentences: "Ji Huai...Ji Huai...I don't want to leave either...I want to stay forever...I will always be by your side..."

forever.

forever……

If there is a choice, if there is such a thing as life, he has never hoped so strongly. He is willing to exchange everything, as long as he can stay.

Is his request very greedy?

Why did fate never give him a hand?

Song Ci wept choked up, tears gushing like a spring.

Ji Huai hugged him, his arms tightened, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in his life.

He kissed his forehead, and his voice softened: "We will be fine, trust me."

Song Ci cried even more violently, tears almost wet Ji Huai's shoulders.

Ji Huai patiently patted him on the back again and again. Song Ci seemed to have no resistance to this comforting gesture by nature. He cried and cried in Ji Huai's arms, and in the end his voice was almost crippled. At that time, he fell asleep because he was extremely tired.

Ji Huai picked up Song Ci by the waist, kissed his forehead again, and immediately went upstairs.

After arriving at the bedroom, Ji Huai found out the pajamas and helped Song Ci change into it, and wiped his face and hands with a towel, then put the bag Song Ci was carrying aside.

The zipper of the backpack was not closed properly. After putting it aside, it swayed to the side due to the unstable center of gravity, and immediately rolled to the ground with a clanging clang, and a lot of fragments fell out.

Ji Huai wanted to pick it up quickly, fearing that it would disturb Song Ci's sleep, but before he touched the object on the ground, he stopped.

Those things are familiar to him.

Pens, bookmarks, table setting, and even the paper that Ji Huai wrote on...

Ji Huai froze for a moment, bent down to pick up all those things, and then opened the backpack.

Inside the backpack, Song Ci's clothes only occupied a very small corner, and the rest of the space was filled with Ji Huai's familiar small items, as well as his two pieces of clothes.

Ji Huai's movements froze, and after a while, he closed his eyes, his heart ached, and soon spread into a sea of ​​bitterness.

Song Ci...doesn't want to leave.

He wanted to put Ji Huai in his bag and take it away with him.

Even so, they were still cautious.

...How could he be so distressing?

Ji Huai returned to the bed and looked at Song Ci's sleeping face.

Song Ci didn't sleep well, probably because he was familiar with the sleeping position of being hugged by Ji Huai, and he was also used to the reassuring fragrance of his body. When lying alone on the bed, subconsciously felt that something was missing .

Ji Huai climbed onto the bed, lay down, and stretched out his arms to embrace Song Ci.

Song Ci approached him unconsciously, put his arms around his waist, and buried his head in his arms.

Ji Huai patted his back lightly, and waited quietly for a while before Song Ci's breathing became even.

He is fast asleep.

Ji Huai slowly got up from Song Ci's side, and then looked at him quietly for a while.

Under the moonlight, Song Ci's eyes were still swollen, and the redness around the eye sockets had not completely dissipated.

Ji Huai slowly leaned forward and kissed his eyes lightly: "... I won't make you cry next time."

Ji Huai stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

The moon is as cool as water, dyeing the world with a layer of silvery white, with an icy texture.

Two beams of headlights emitted a large dazzling white light, and finally stopped in front of an unremarkable tube building. The lights went out immediately, and the door opened. Ji Huai walked out of the car, and then slammed the door shut.

He looked up at the building in front of him, and walked in.

The corridor entrance was dark, like a bottomless black hole, Ji Huai's figure was swallowed up as soon as he walked in.

On the second floor, there was a room with a light on, the door was not closed tightly, and a ray of light came out. Ji Huai stretched out his hand and pushed the door open. There was a person leaning against the door, tall and leggy, with a tired face. Seeing Ji Huai walk in, he yawned , lazily: "You've come."

It's Yin Nan.

Ji Huai hummed, without explaining too much why he was late, his eyes drifted to the inside of the room.

This is an extremely ordinary structure of one bedroom and one living room. The room is very empty, with no furniture, no popularity, and cold.

Ji Huai took out a cigarette, lit it, bit it in his mouth, and took a deep breath. The smoke blurred his face, and he asked lightly, "Have you spoken?"

Yin Nan waved the smoke with his hand, and clicked his tongue: "You are so addicted to cigarettes, I have never seen you smoke so hard before."

After saying this, he paused for a moment, and then said: "Not yet, each of them is a good dog who protects the master. They are very loyal and never open their mouths when they die. The scalper squatting to keep the information is a little more relaxed, but also He only explained that the dead cat was dropped by him, and asked him the reason, he just said that he didn't like Song Ci and wanted to scare him."

"I'm impatient." Ji Huai said casually, "I don't want to wait anymore."

Yin Nan looked at him strangely: "...What if we made a mistake? There is really no evidence so far."

Ji Huai: "I don't believe that so many coincidences all collide. I only believe in my own eyes."

He felt that Song Ci's current state was like a flower that was about to wither.

He doesn't force Song Ci, and feels sorry for Song Ci, but it doesn't mean that he can also be merciful to these people.

Since these people were willing to hide in the gutter like mice, he would find them all, disembowel them, and sterilize them with sunlight.

Ji Huai waved his hand to the side, and a man with a tattoo on his neck came out of the darkness and walked up to Ji Huai.

Ji Huai wrote lightly: "Just don't kill me, just go."

The tattooed man nodded and entered the room as he said.

The door was closed.

The wind began to blow outside the window, and after a while, it began to drizzle again.

After the tattooed man entered, there were endless screams, groans, and begging for mercy in the room.

There was a bloody smell coming from the crack of the door.

With his eyes closed, Ji Huai leaned against the wall expressionlessly, with a casual posture, tapping his palms again and again with his fingers.

Yin Nan looked at the door of the room, and then at Ji Huai who was calm and composed, his face turned pale.

After a while, the tattooed man walked out of the room, came to Ji Huai, and said softly: "Boss, I have asked."

Ji Huai opened his eyes, and the eyelashes formed a sharp arc at the end of the eyes, like a small sword.

The tattooed man lowered his voice and said: "Both of them said that they had received money, but they had never contacted the person who gave the money, and they all relied on a middleman to contact them. Once they eavesdropped and contacted the middleman. The buyer...appears to be a woman."