Qi spirit

Early the next morning, Han Yuling and Lu Shaozong went to a temple as originally planned—the place where the ashes of Lu Shaozong's parents were buried.

The temple is located in a remote place, located on a high ground. Two people can only park at the downhill by taxi, and they have to walk about a kilometer away. Fortunately, the uphill road is not difficult to walk, and the air is sober in the morning. It was the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. The two talked and laughed along the way, as if they were going on an outing.

"Brother Zong, I don't seem to have traveled with you and Brother Xia before." Han Yuling held his godfather's arm, and if he let go, his godfather would ask him to hold on, lest he trip over a branch or a stone.

Lu Shaozong smiled and said: "You'd better not promise anything casually, otherwise Brother Zong will be very sad if you can't do it then."

"I won't treat Brother Zong like this. I will do what I say." Han Yuling took out his mobile phone and checked his work schedule.

"The commercial will start shooting next month, and the first stop will be Bali. Why don't we go there a week earlier? I haven't been to the beach for a long time." Han Yuling clicked on the calendar while talking, and then put his phone in front of Lu Shaozong: " Just these few days, is Brother Zong free?"

Lu Shaozong also took out his mobile phone, checked his itinerary and said: "There is nothing important in those few days, but I have to ask you Brother Xia."

"When will Brother Xia come back?" Han Yuling withdrew his hand, lowered his head to operate the phone, and planned to inform his assistant Xiao Jiong of the vacation plan first, lest Xiao Jiong take over work for him temporarily.

"I'm asking him now..." Lu Shaozong also focused on writing a text message with his head down.

At this time, there was the sound of a motorcycle running from behind. Lu Shaozong looked back and saw a man wearing a straw hat riding a second-hand motorcycle slowly coming up. The man's complexion was dark, and the straw hat covered half of his face.Lu Shaozong looked at the license plate on the front of the motorcycle, took some time off, then took Han Yuling's hand and stood by the roadside.Han Yuling glanced at that person for the time being, but didn't pay special attention, and continued to concentrate on writing a text message to Xiaojiong.

The motorcycle passed the two of them slowly at a speed of only 20 kilometers per hour, drove straight up the slope, turned a corner, and disappeared from the sight of the two.Lu Shaozong looked down to see if anyone was coming up, while Han Yuling went uphill poking his mobile phone. He had already sent a text message to Xiaojiong, and now he is sending it to Ye Yaqi.Although I know that Ye Yaqi has to work, it is unlikely to accompany him on vacation, but it is hard to say whether there will be unexpected situations that will affect the shooting at Ye Yaqi's place, so I have to try my luck.

Lu Shaozong looked at his phone and saw that Xia Mu was not online, so he put the phone away and followed Han Yuling.

Suddenly, there was a harsh sound of tires rubbing against stones on the slope. Lu Shaozong looked up and saw nothing unusual. Han Yuling still lowered his head and said casually, "Could it be that the person just overturned the car accidentally?"

Just as Han Yuling finished speaking, there was another burst of the same sound, approaching quickly from top to bottom.

Lu Shaozong was aware of the danger, and hurriedly pulled Han Yuling to dodge to the side of the road, and saw the motorcycle that went up just now rushed down. The people on the motorcycle were still dressed in the same clothes, but they were wearing helmets that could not see their faces. There was actually an extra person in the back seat, also wearing a helmet and holding a wooden stick in his hand.

There is a steep and deep ditch beside the slope road. Lu Shaozong reminded Han Yuling to be careful when he came up. If he accidentally falls, he may lose his life in serious cases.Without thinking too much, Lu Shaozong pulled Han Yuling behind him, thinking that no matter what, he would keep his godson unscathed.

Han Yuling was pulled, and the mobile phone in his hand fell to the ground, and the motorcycle braked suddenly. Lu Shaozong judged that the two were doing it for money, and immediately took out his wallet, and opened it to show the cash inside. Just throw it on the ground.

Sure enough, the man in the back seat bent over to pick up his wallet. Seeing that he was about to pick up Han Yuling's cell phone, Han Yuling suddenly remembered that there was a mouth-to-mouth photo of himself and Ye Yaqi in the phone.

"You are not allowed to take your mobile phone! I will give you money!" Han Yuling yelled and stepped forward to get his mobile phone back. The man with the stick swung his stick at Han Yuling's head. Lu Shaozong immediately caught up and caught him at the most critical moment. The stick was taken away by pulling hard with the hand, and the man was also pulled off the motorcycle because of his unstable center of gravity.

The man who fell off the motorcycle fell towards Han Yuling, Han Yuling backed away reflexively, and retreated to the front of the motorcycle, and the person on the motorcycle stepped on the gas pedal to hit him, Lu Shaozong immediately rushed forward and caught him in time With a handle on the back seat of the motorcycle, he used strength beyond his imagination to hold the motorcycle that was about to rush forward, but this lasted for less than a second. Returning the stick, he grabbed Lu Shaozong's arm of the motorbike and swung it, but Lu Shaozong let go, the motorbike was already coming towards him, he was hit and flew, and fell straight down the steep ravine.

"Brother Zong!" Han Yuling ran forward and saw Lu Shaozong lying down in the weeds, which was at least five meters deep. There was no blood on Lu Shaozong, but he was motionless.

"Save... save people!" Han Yuling yelled up the slope. He saw one of the gangsters hurriedly took Lu Shaozong's wallet, jumped on a motorcycle, and drove away. The license plate of the motorcycle was covered by a black cloth stand up.

"Help me!" Han Yuling panicked, looking at his godfather whose life and death were uncertain, his hands trembling as he pressed the phone.

"Help me..." Tears flowed uncontrollably, and Han Yuling finally dialed for help, but stuttered in panic.Fortunately, someone finally ran down from the mountain and saw that he was dressed as a monk from a temple.

"Sir! What happened?"

"Please..." Han Yuling handed the mobile phone to the monk, "Call me an ambulance...my godfather..." He stretched out his hand and pointed down the hillside, and then glanced at the lonely godfather whose life and death were uncertain. He stayed where he was, squatted down and prepared to go downhill.

"Sir! It's dangerous!" the monk shouted.

Han Yuling wanted to turn around and call the man to concentrate on asking for help, so he stepped on the sole of his foot and rolled down a few times. Fortunately, he grabbed the stone and stabilized it temporarily, but his body was already scratched and bruised a lot.

Han Yuling swallowed hard, and carefully slid down again. Because the slope was really steep, and there were many branches and stones, and he was flustered, he still scrambled and scrambled down. When he finally came to Lu Shaozong's side , Even his head and face were scarred.

"Brother Zong...you wake up...Brother Zong..." Han Yuling couldn't wake up his godfather, so he hurriedly checked his godfather's pulse and breathing. Although he had both pulse and breathing, he couldn't feel relieved at all, he didn't dare to move casually Godfather, so it is impossible to know where the godfather hurts?The godfather couldn't wake up no matter what, as time passed, he just became more and more nervous, and it was difficult to calm down.

"I'm sorry... Brother Zong, I'm sorry..." Han Yuling thought of his faults.It wouldn't be like this if he didn't come back, it wouldn't be like this if he didn't pick up his phone, if he listened to Lu Shaozong, he wouldn't be like this if he didn't save his private photos!

"Brother Zong, please don't have an accident..." Han Yuling grabbed Lu Shaozong's wrist, and felt that Lu Shaozong's pulse was getting weaker and weaker, and he almost collapsed.

"Brother Zong...Brother Zong, I beg you...wake up..." With trembling hands on his head, Han Yuling leaned down and approached Lu Shaozong, gently rubbing Lu Shaozong's cheek with his nose, like a bird seeking caresses from its master cat.

"Brother Zong...I...let's go back to the farm...I...will always...be your cat forever..."

Han Yuling used to be very afraid that Han Feng and Luka would leave him, but he never thought that it was not natural for Lu Shaozong to stay by his side. Think about it, if Xia Mu was replaced by Luka, Han Feng must choose to follow Luka instead of him.

Lu Shaozong is like Han Feng and Luka, he teaches attentively, caresses gently, and supervises strictly, but he still does what Han Feng did not do, he has been staying behind.

It was only at this moment that Han Yuling realized that he was biased. He was really sorry for his godfather who loved him more than anyone else.

"The Bell That Doesn't Ring" (2)

"Dad, why can't I go home?"

"Dad, I think I can be home alone."

"Dad, I can go to work with Dad."

"Dad, I... Ouch!"

Yan Yunhyuk pinched his son's small nose with one hand, and turned the steering wheel to the right with the other hand. The car drove up an uphill road and entered the detached high-end residential area where his wife's natal family lived. The residents are all high-ranking officials and dignitaries. Every time Yan Yunhyuk drives his old second-hand car in, he will attract the attention of passers-by.

"How many times have I told you? You have to live at grandpa's house these days, your mommy and brother are in the hospital, and daddy has to take care of them, how can he take care of you?" After Yan Yunhye let go of his son's nose, he used his fingers again Gently flicked his son's forehead.

After not hearing his son's voice for a while, Yan Yunhyuk realized that it was the first time he said such indifferent words to his son.

What could be done?Yan Yunhyuk really didn't have time to take care of his eldest son, the place where he worked was not suitable for taking care of children, and he didn't have extra money to hire someone to take care of his son.

"Hey, if you are obedient, dad will buy you ice cream." Yan Yunhyuk patted his son's head.

"No, I can't eat ice cream, I will cough." Yan Yuling turned his head and looked at the football field outside the window. There was no one on the green grass, but there was a football that seemed to be forgotten by the owner beside the dragon gate. Yan Yuling liked the white and white ball.

"Dad, look at that..." Yan Yuling wanted to ask his father to take a look, but when he turned around, he saw his father frowning with a fierce expression on his face.

"Okay, just lose your temper. Dad doesn't want to talk to you. I'll give you to grandpa. Let's see if you dare to lose your temper in the future." Yan Yunhyuk was dissatisfied with his son's attitude of refusing his reward, he was already exhausted Unbearable, and worried about the physical condition of his wife and youngest son, it is really impossible to maintain a good mood and tolerate the gaffe of the eldest son.

"Dad... Dad, I... I'm sorry... I don't lose my temper... Dad, I... um..." Yan Yuling clenched his two small fists in a panic, looked up at his father, hoping that his face would improve , don't ignore yourself.

But until the car stopped, the most reliable idol in the child's mind still didn't smile or look at himself.

"Go on, when you are good, Dad will come to pick you up." Yan Yunhyuk stretched out his arms and opened the car door on his son's side.The car is not high, and the son has no problem getting out of the car by himself.

The foreign maid of the grandfather's house pushed open the small iron gate and stood inside waiting.

Yan Yuling really regrets that he was thinking about the bright and beautiful football just now, but when his younger brother and mommy were sick, he was thinking about toys, and in the end... his father wanted to give him to his grandfather.

"I will... I will be good..." Yan Yuling sniffed, hugged his small schoolbag, and slid down the car with his buttocks twisted. The maid waved to him, like a gesture in a kindergarten urging children to enter the classroom quickly , he immediately reflexively quickened his pace and trotted over.

Suddenly hearing the sound of the car door closing behind him, Yan Yuling immediately stopped and turned around. Before he could call out "Dad", Dad's car drove away.

Staring blankly at the buttocks of the car going away, Yan Yuling tried his best to endure crying.

"Comein! Fast!" the maid urged impatiently.

Yan Yuling raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and quickly ran into the small iron gate.He kept reminding himself in his heart, to be good, not to lose his temper, not to play with toys, so that he could go home.

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A collection of abuse in this chapter, with a prequel "The Bell That Doesn't Ring"