Nine Prison Rings

Fang Yixi stared at Luo Xiu's eyes: in an instant - in the eyes, like a meteor gliding, a color that amazed the time, shaking the heart of the person reflected in it, as if it stopped beating...

"Pfft!" The sharp knife pierced Fang Yixi's belly——

When the blade changed direction, no one saw it; it was a change that happened in an instant as fast as lightning.Fang Yixi frowned her pretty eyebrows, but didn't groan.

Luo Xiu seemed to have received some kind of reminder: holding Fang Yixi's hand, he suddenly pulled out the sharp knife inserted into his body, and stabbed towards Chen Zhirong.

Chen Zhirong was slightly stunned, he pushed his son away quickly with sharp eyesight, and got stabbed himself before he could dodge!

When he was in pain, Luo Xiu kicked the injured Chen Zhirong to the ground.His hands were handcuffed, and it was difficult to use his skills; he had to throw himself on him, and the two rolled on the ground and wrestled together.

Fang Yixi stabbed himself once, and was pulled out by Luo Xiu vigorously; the blood flowed out all at once, and he fell to the ground in unbearable pain.The eyeballs turned around uneasily, looking at Luo Xiu's direction.He tried his best, but he couldn't stand up.

Of course Luo Xiu knew that he was not Chang Shan Zhao Zilong in the book; alone, he could kill three people and three people.However, the choice Fang Yixi made to protect himself was the best opportunity he could take advantage of.Relying on his many years of training, his skills are good, and he wants to win with one blow; as long as Chen Zhirong is brought down, Chen Can is nothing to worry about in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, when Chen Can stood up and saw Luo Xiu's desperate resistance, he only felt that he was defending Fang Yixi; the excitement made him stare red.

He picked up the large vase that had fallen to the ground, and unpreparedly threw it at the back of Luo Xiu's head——

"Xiu...behind..." Fang Yixi widened his eyes, and shouted at the top of his lungs...how loud it was.

Flowers and branches were all over the ground, water-stained; with that clear and cold crackling sound, Luo Xiu was knocked down straight to the ground, motionless.

Blood, a trickle, flows out thinly...

"No... Xiu..." Fang Yixi's heart was broken to pieces.He was like a moth that fell into the water, flapping his broken wings feebly, unable to move even a bit.

In the corner of the eyes, tears are like shark beads, drop by drop, silently falling.

Chen Can, helped up his father: Seeing that his hands were bloody, he was covering the wound on his ribs.The blood soaked the clothes, and it was impossible to tell whether the injury was serious or not.

"How are you?" Chen Can asked quite calmly, without a hint of anxiety in his tone.

"It's okay, it's not a big problem." Chen Zhirong endured the pain and took it calmly.

"That's good." Chen Can, without any ups and downs, "According to the original agreement, you go to the kitchen and turn on the gas, and I'll wait for you outside."

"Then you, go out quickly." Chen Zhirong wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything to his son's flat face.

He looked at Chen Can, and walked into the kitchen hesitantly.

"You promised to take Xiu away...Take him away...please..." Fang Yixi persistently raised an arm, and pointed at Chen Can—the eyes were full of pleading.

When he heard what Chen Can ordered Chen Zhirong to do, it was obvious that he was going to blow up the house.He is already half-lifed, no matter what, Luo Xiu cannot be allowed to die here.

Chen Can heard the sound and walked up to him, bent down with a strange expression.

"I keep my word. If I let one of you live, I will definitely do it." Chen Can smiled, with a look of satisfaction beyond words: "However, I will not do what you want. You want to sacrifice yourself to save Luo Xiu. Is it right? I just want you to live, to endure the desolation and hopelessness of half your life..."

"No! No...you can't do this! Please...please save him...I'm willing to pay for my life..."

Fang Yixi was crying hysterically, fighting... The hoarse crying could not change Chen Can's firm heart.

"Remember tonight - because forever starts on tonight..."

Chen Can, speaking coldly, smiled coldly.

Fang Yixi stared at Luo Xiu who was lying on the ground like a blood man, foolishly.

Is he dying?Is he going to disappear forever in his own life?If this is the case, how should the remaining life be spent?What is the meaning of life?Look up three feet, gods, if this must end, please be merciful and take my life away.

There was enough blood, and the body began to feel cold... The pain of separating the skin and flesh gradually became numb... It was as if the god of death gave him a warm and gentle embrace.

Chen Can, carrying Fang Yixi, who was unconscious, dragged him to his car outside the apartment.

He threw Yixi into the back seat, and squinted at him contemptuously: "Don't worry, I'll take you to the hospital right away. You'll be fine, you are such a life-saving person, I will guarantee your long life."

Chen Can closed the car door and sat in the driver's seat in front of him.

At this time, Chen Zhirong trotted over—behind him, the curtains of the apartment had already burst into flames.

Chen Can rolled down the car window, and said calmly, "I'll take him to the hospital, and you can deal with your injuries yourself. We have to separate."

With a face as rigid as a clay sculpture, Chen Zhirong did not raise any objections, and nodded in response: "Okay! You don't have to worry about the rest. I have already arranged it. If there is any trouble, I will bear it. Live your life well." of……."

Chen Can sighed heavily, this is the most emotional expression he has ever made to Chen Zhirong: "Then thank you...we are inseparable."

"I have something I want to ask you." Chen Zhirong looked at his son squarely, heartbroken.

"You said."

"Have you really thought about traveling with me after everything is over?"

"......."

Chen Can, fell silent... Ling's lips parted, and then closed again hesitantly.After all, no definite answer was given.

"Hurry up, the wound is bleeding..."

Chen Can pressed the car window, stepped on the gas pedal, and left in a hurry.

Chen Zhirong looked at the shadow of the car in the distance, and in his heart was a reckless desolation with no end in sight.

He opened the car door, drove the black Volkswagen Crown that had been with him for many years, and left the place of right and wrong.

Not far from the car, the deafening noise of the explosion on the ground made the ground tremble with panic.

Chen Zhirong knew: Luo Xiu, and everything about him, had been burned with the explosion.

All the grievances, love and hatred, revenge and calculations will also come to an end.

As for him, he was no longer a law-enforcement officer with no shame, but degenerated into a heinous criminal.He abandoned the belief that he had fought for all his life, and naturally, the belief also abandoned him.

I am a ghost.

Through the city of misery, I fled.

Through eternal misery, I fly away.

six months later.

Summer is over.

Autumn girl, come here lightly—ginkgo biloba is falling, autumn leaves are red.

The afternoon sun was warm enough to lull someone to sleep.

Fang Yixi was dressed in plain white, sitting peacefully in the courtyard of the city's best rehabilitation center on the hillside, facing the green hills and red mist, counting the large swathes of fallen leaves in front of him.

He sat on the bench, staring at the big tree without distraction, completely ignoring everything around him.

"68, 69, 70...."

The white fingers made naughty gestures one after another; the voice of spitting out numbers was melodious.

"Little uncle..." A soft male voice whispered in his ear.

Fang Yixi pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, moved his eyes, and looked at the person coming.

"Chan, as I said, call me Xiu. Don't call me little uncle, I'm not that old."

Chen Can happily lowered her body, took his hand, and leaned on his shoulder coquettishly.

"But you, you are my little uncle..."

Behind him stood Chi Wei with a doting look on his face.

Seeing Chi Wei, Fang Yixi frowned unconsciously, showing displeasure: "Why did you bring him here again? I told you, I only want you alone."

"Unhappy?" Chen Can made a grimace with a smile, and pouted his mouth: "But he is the one I like...I want you to see him more, maybe one day you will like him."

"You, don't you only like me?" Fang Yixi was full of dull surprise, unable to understand Chen Can's complicated statement.

"How many times have I told you that Xiaocan liked you before, but now Xiaocan has grown up and likes this big brother..."

"Oh..." Fang Yixi responded half-understood, with a clear blankness in his eyes.Muttering to himself: "Then, who will I like in the future?..."

He pushed Chen Can, "Xiao Can, don't bother me, let me think about it..."

Fang Yixi refocused into self-meditation, ignoring others.

Chen Can stood up and held Chi Wei's hand—breathing the fresh air, she leaned her head on the other's neck beautifully.

"How long will it take for him to heal like this?" Chi Wei looked at the man in his dream full of resentment and pity.

Chen Can smiled sweetly, and her eyes moved wildly, which contained indescribable deep meaning.

"No one can tell...he forgot himself and spent the rest of his life living as Luo Xiu; it might be a relief. To him, there is nothing wrong with it."

"But, it may also be eternal suffering."

Chi Wei sighed softly with a melancholy expression.

Do you regret it?He let go of his hand only for the last time in his life.It just so happened that this time, Luo Xiu and Fang Yixi encountered a catastrophe when he ignored it.

One is a ghost, and the other is a walking dead.

After all, who wins and who loses?Who owes whom?

Abandon the sage and abandon the wisdom, and the robbers will stop.

In front of me, only people and things have disappeared, and what is as pure as spring water is also indifferent, quiet, simple and happy.

After forgetting himself, he became Luo Xiu; with a brand new identity, he was tossed in the sea of ​​suffering in the world.

What is tomorrow?No one will know.What will happen tomorrow, no one will know.

The world is also a sea of ​​suffering, you have to cross it yourself.

Buddha's Day: The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn your head and be right.

On the other side, it's a pity.