Prison Building I

"Are you going to see Jianglou again?"

Sheng Yin pretended to ask He Lin casually after packing things for He Lin.

Ever since he knew that the teacher was Jianglou's personal doctor, Sheng Yin always wanted to go to Ling's house with the teacher.

He didn't know the relationship between Jiang Lou and Ling Luo, and why he lived in Ling's house.But seeing the teacher running to Ling's house so frequently, and looking worried every time he came back, I couldn't help being curious.

Did Jiang Lou suffer from some weird disease?When I saw him that day, I felt that his complexion was very bad. It seemed that because of not basking in the sun all year round, his whole body was sickly white.

"Well, you can adjust the rest of the medicine yourself, and I'll come back to check later."

He Lin took the medicine box and patted Sheng Yin's shoulder lightly.

"teacher……"

Sheng Yin grabbed the hem of He Lin's clothes, raised a sunny smiling face, and said coquettishly, "Teacher, can you take me with you? I also want to learn how to treat people."

"No."

He Lin patted Sheng Yin's hand away, and his tone was rare and tough: "Don't even think about it."

Sheng Yin withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and looked at He Lin with some sorrow: "If you can't do it, you can't do it, why is the teacher so fierce."

As he spoke, he pursed his lips, pretending to be angry.

He was already young, and he had a sunny and lovely face. Now he is acting like a child, which is also very pleasing.

He Lin couldn't help laughing, compared to Sheng Yin's 1 meter tall, he was half blamed and half dead, and said fondly:

"You are such a big man, why are you still acting like a coquettish old man like me!"

Sheng Yin lowered his head, put away the deliberately made expression on his face, and his bright eyes also darkened: "I just want to see Jianglou."

Sheng Yin still had a child's voice, what he wanted or didn't want was all in his tone, he lowered his voice, and for some reason, there was a bit of longing,

"Want it so so much."

Sheng Yin only realized what he was talking about after a few words slipped from his ears to his heart. He was startled, and two blushes quickly appeared on his face.

"He's not something you'll see whenever you want."

He Lin looked at Sheng Yin's reddened ears, he only thought that he was a child with a temper, and was angry with himself.

He Lin sighed and rubbed Sheng Yin's golden hair: "Ling Luo is very strict with him. Basically, except for me, no one else can see him."

Sheng Yin raised his head in surprise, and his tone became irritable: "Teacher, what did you just say? Ling Luo is very strict with him? What is the relationship between them!"

He Lin was taken aback by him, and immediately realized that he had slipped up, waved his hands and walked out: "I'm in a hurry, so I'm leaving first."

"Teacher? Teacher!"

Sheng Yin stomped his feet angrily, what's going on, why does Jiang Lou live in Ling Luo's house, and why is he under his control?Could it have something to do with Ling Luo that he kept getting sick? Was Ling Luo treating him very badly?Then why do I go to the teacher every time...

He sat back on the chair a little dejectedly, and he didn't know what he was upset about. Thinking about the palpitations of the past few days, he still felt that everything was beyond his cognition.

Sheng Yin leaned half on the table with his chin in his hands, thought for a while, took out the small mobile phone card from his pocket, held it in his palm and looked at it.

He is such an attractive person that people always want to get close to him unconsciously.

Sheng Yin blinked, and remembered Jiang Lou's pale skin and indifferent eyebrows, and his heart suddenly became quiet, like a person who has been running on a snow mountain for a long time. The outside is all glowing.

Sheng Yin grabbed the phone, pried open the phone case, took out his own phone card, and carefully put the things in the palm of his hand into it.

This phone card is very clean, except for a few contact information, everything else has been completely deleted.Text messages, call logs, photo albums, and even the recycle bin are all empty.

Sheng Yin dialed Ling Luo's number, put it to his ear and listened quietly.His face was a little pale, and there was sweat on his forehead, but he didn't know it. He listened intently to the constant beeping, and his mind went blank.

It seemed like a long, long time, but in fact it was only 49 seconds. Sheng Yin became anxious. He felt as if he had been in a void for a century, his chest was tight and his brain was empty.

"Hey."

A deep male voice suddenly sounded, Sheng Yin panicked, the phone slid from his palm, fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping, lying quietly under the table, the interface was still in the call state.

His eyelids twitched, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be congealed in the heart, which blocked him to the point of suffocation.

The strong sense of panic made Sheng Yin feel unspeakably sad, as if this one call made something completely changed.

It was as if a small hole had been torn open in the middle of the white sky, and the cruel and real light overturned large swaths with subversive destruction, mercilessly pounced on the face, piercing people could not open their eyes or open their mouths, It was as powerless and hopeless as if the soul had been taken away.

Sheng Yin's intuition was not wrong, because his phone call would be the last straw that overwhelmed Ling Luo, and finally broke the broken string in his heart that was about to break.

A long, long time later, when Sheng Yin was tossing and turning in countless midnight dreams, he always thought that one day, he did such an impulsive thing. He trembled and covered his face full of tears, and he was so sad that he didn't know what to do. Just do it.

The brain was on the verge of collapse, and remorse and pain swept over with a destructive momentum.Every time this feeling of despair forced Sheng Yin to commit suicide, he would take out the small black wrought wooden box from the cabinet with trembling hands. Inside the wooden box lay a mobile phone card and an exquisite pocket knife.

These two things intertwine to give him warmth and hurt, making him suffer from pain and longing in the dead of night.

He stretched out his bruised arm, turned on the phone while weeping, looked at the handsome and bright side face of the young man on the screen saver, gritted his teeth and cut his arm again.

The darkness cannot cover up the color of blood, they are still bright and vivid, even more rampant and arrogant in the dark bedroom, even the pain is compared to its strong smell.

For so many years, so many years have passed, Sheng Yin closed his eyes and cried loudly in the dark, he tortured himself for so many years.

The bright red blood trickled down the arm to the screen of the phone, and the boy's face was instantly stained with a few traces of bright red, as beautiful as a rose in full bloom, which made people tremble.

He wiped away the blood and tears, took a deep breath and clicked on the inbox. There was still a text message there, the only text message in so many years.

Live well.

Time: April 2018, 6.

On July 2017, 7, Ling Luo, who was sitting in the office, frowned, pressed the pause button, took out the earphones, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

This is Jiang Lou's phone number.

Ling Luo's heart tightened, he picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number, and quickly reported the number after the connection was made.

Two minutes later, with a ding, the positioning message was sent to his mobile phone.

Ling Luo's heart also trembled, and he opened the text message nervously. The moment he saw the content, his pupils shrank rapidly, and his brain also boiled.

pat-

The exquisite black mobile phone fell to the ground, and the hard shell bounced on the cold and hard floor for several times before stopping. The sound of fierce collision touched his heart little by little. Ling Luo put his hands on the table and closed his eyes Thinking carefully about all the recent things, as his thoughts deepened, a thick layer of sweat slowly overflowed from his forehead, and his body also began to tremble.

When he opened his eyes again, there was only cruelty in Ling Luo's bottomless pupils, complete and complete, only cruelty.

Something was about to come out, and there was only one person left in his mind.

He Lin!