owe us a good fight

Chapter 39 Artists are Bold

Revenge is like walking into a forest, the flowers of evil bloom, and you can't find the exit, let alone forget your original appearance.

The winter in the north is dry and cold, clear and windless, vast and quiet, and the narrow leaves of the iron trees beside the road are shining with verdant greenness. After today, the clouds will soon see the sun, and the birds and flowers will be fragrant.

"I'm going to Chuangyi Culture in the afternoon, you can come with me." Cheng Songyuan lowered his head, his bangs covered his eyebrows, only the faint little tiger teeth could be seen.

"Are you going empty-handed? I'll prepare some gifts for you." Fang Siran considered everything.

"Corruption!" Cheng Songyuan joked bluntly.

When the water is clear, there will be no fish. Cheng Songyuan has been fascinated by this law of survival for many years, and he has already seen through it that people who are too upright often have no happy ending.

The Land Rover with a classic appearance is obviously aristocratic in appearance and touch. Fang Siran sits on the passenger seat. The beige leather is from the British Oxford brand. The seat is bound with black thin lines and dotted with some reflection The metal decoration with just the right height adds a bit of high-tech feeling to the cabin.

Fang Siran looked at it with interest: "Your car is spacious and comfortable, with a good view."

Cheng Songyuan raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were deep: "Take off your coat, fasten your seat belt."

Fang Siran's eyelids twitched unnaturally: "Is the left eye twitching and the right eye twitching?"

Cheng Songyuan's unfathomable skills have not diminished for ten years: "Read more and ride less pigs, yours is called blepharospasm, and the cell wheels vibrate."

The flying overpasses are in various poses, intertwined but orderly. From a bird's-eye view, it looks like a full moon or a dragon.The gray sky was not sentimental, the darkness enveloped the earth, scorned the coldness, and seeing that he was about to hit the bridge when turning left, Cheng Songyuan did not slow down, like a desperado, but his heart was full of regret and joy at the same time.

Fang Siran looked up, with a look of surprise and fear on his face: "Xiao Yuan, did the brakes fail?"

"Yes, I can't stop." At the moment when he hit the pier, Cheng Songyuan turned the steering wheel very calmly, fell sideways, with his neck against the back of the seat, quickly stretched his feet against the front, and protected his head with his elbows.

There was a huge impact, like a landslide, a gust of hurricane blowing in through the shattered car window, Fang Siran propped up half of his body, his face twisted in pain, looking ferocious and terrifying, a crack was hit on the back of his head , constantly bleeding, flowing with unstable factors.

Cheng Songyuan's heart trembled, and he pressed the three numbers of 120 on the mobile phone hesitantly, but he never dialed out.

Fang Siran shrank and crawled, the red nosebleed dripping down, still thinking about the people around him: "Xiao Yuan, talk."

"I'm fine." Cheng Songyuan's expression was condensed, with mixed emotions, as if hearing the blood bubbling in Fang Siran's veins was almost dry.

"I'll have no regrets if you're fine, Xiao Yuan, the first time I saw you, I knew I'd like you for a long, long time." The airy Fang Siran grabbed Cheng Songyuan's arm, and struggled to utter the last sentence, together His eyes were closed, obviously his internal organs had been damaged, and his life was dying.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the bitter cold wind stirring the smell of gasoline whistled in my ears, and every branch of floating dust that crossed the river was a blooming absurdity.I don't know how long it took, Cheng Songyuan heard the siren of the police car, with overwhelming momentum, the dark purple blood on the corners of his lips flowed happily, and he slowly closed his eyes.

It was raining outside the curtain, and the girl was so young, looking at Fang Siran who was unconscious in the intensive care unit, half of his skull had been gouged out, and he looked a bit cruel.His arms were covered with maggot-like wounds and dark yellowish-black skin, and his chest was filled with miscellaneous tubes. With the help of the ventilator, he fluctuated violently, and the water vapor formed a white mist on the mask. The beating lines became the only proof that he was alive.

If time goes back, this doomed tragedy seed should not have found the soil to germinate in the first place. However, the heart is soaked in the world and the vastness of the world, and it is a memorial to youth and the past.

One thought of heaven and one thought of hell, Cheng Songyuan stood dumbfounded, thousands of ants drilled into his heart, biting his bone marrow, this kind of pain permeated his whole body, but he had no choice, he couldn't let Cheng Mu get hurt again .

"Xiaoyuan, your own injuries are not healed, go back and lie down quickly." Yuchi Mirui wondered if he committed the Tai Sui in his natal year. After his birthday, disasters continued and bad luck was entangled. This time he was promoted to the hospital twice in half a month.

Electronic media and print media reported this major accident that shocked the entertainment industry. The airbag on the passenger seat was severely damaged, and the brake wire was cut. The police initially judged that this was not a traffic accident, but a man-made murder. Sun Ying Xi was taken to the police station for questioning, which aroused heated discussions among netizens.

Cheng Mu only found out about such a big event when he saw the news. His heart was hanging in the air. When he rushed to the hospital, Cheng Songyuan was dozing off safely with a rosy complexion, which was very reassuring.

Cheng Mu was inexplicably angry: "Xiaoyuan, you're awake, why are you still pretending?"

Woke up, woke up a long time ago, Cheng Songyuan instructed Yuchi Mirui to lie about the military situation, telling his mother that it was just an ordinary traffic accident with minor skin trauma, and declaring to the public that he was seriously injured and comatose, so as to avoid the media congestion like last time, and he was even more unwilling to face it. Cheng Mu, the closer a person is, the easier it is to show his flaws, which exposed him right away.

Cheng Mu asked inquisitively: "You are always careful in doing things, is there no security check on the car?"

When Cheng Mu asked, he became flustered, and Cheng Songyuan joked: "I want to love you and spoil you forever, how could I be willing to die!"

The air was filled with moist mist, clearing away the stale air that had accumulated on the ground for a long time. Cheng Mu opened the window to ventilate: "Now the Internet is reading about Sun Yingxi getting out of the entertainment industry. No program crew dares to invite her anymore."

Sun Yingxi was just a pawn to divert attention, not Cheng Songyuan's target. His whole body was getting colder and colder: "The evidence is not enough to convict, if I don't accuse her."

Cheng Mu's figure is tall and straight, handsome and cold, but the small movements of constantly picking his fingers betrayed the fear in his heart: "May she be cleansed from the last days of her life. Is Fang Siran in danger?"

"If you do unrighteous deeds, you will die." A gust of cool wind blew by, messing up the bangs on Cheng Songyuan's forehead, causing a red mark.

Cheng Mu touched the scar covered by his bangs in shock.

Cheng Songyuan's heart was beating wildly, and he comforted him: "I hit the steering wheel, and the wound will heal in a few days."

Cheng Mu caressed the scar on his forehead pitifully: "You have a priceless face..."

Cheng Songyuan didn't want to see him sad, so he said with a smile: "Scars are men's medals, although they are a bit ugly."

Cheng Mu leaned on him, charming and charming: "I hope that you will be as ugly as possible, so that I will be the only one who likes you."

Cheng Songyuan patted him on the back: "If I am disfigured, you have to obey me and obey everything."

"Okay." Cheng Mu's voice was hoarse, feeling uneasy.

The rain steps slowly fall on the petals, and the trace of fragrance ripples in the heart, quietly.