Nine Prison Rings

"Yes..." Yixi lowered her eyelids, and her tone was almost leaden: "You, why did you think of asking me this..."

"It's nothing. I just feel that all these things that happened around you are too coincidental. I got to know Duanmu Can a little bit, and I'm very interested in it."

He tapped the teacup with his fingers, looking like he was thinking about something interesting: "He was a sensation in your school back then... Especially the rumors about you and him can be regarded as romantic stories on campus Bar?......."

The last sentence has an obvious sigh with deep meaning.

Yixi's heart was deeply stabbed again.

The romantic story in the eyes of others is the unforgettable desperate love between him and Can.

"However, it's just a person who is too obsessed with feelings..." Yixi tried his best to downplay the theme, pretending to try his best to cover up his sadness: "Using suicide as a way to escape, the real punishment is the living." people......"

"Oh?...it makes sense...you have to be a caring person..." Chen Zhirong's thin face raised the trembling face of the young man in front of him with piercing eyes: " It seems that his mystery of life and death is indeed a very interesting thing. It is worth studying carefully."

Yixi hated that Police Officer Chen talked about Duanmu Can's disappearance in such a joking tone, and a look of dissatisfaction inevitably appeared on his face.

What worries him even more is that the police officer has become overly enthusiastic and curious about the disappearance five years ago.This is not a good thing for Yixi, who is already besieged on all sides.If it is not done well, it will make things worse.

"No matter what he was doing at the time, at least now Duanmucan has obtained the peaceful life he wanted. The deceased is dead, so don't let these right and wrong disturb him..."

Yixi expressed his thoughts to Chen Zhirong with deep emotion.

Police officer Chen will not understand the implication, he has already noticed Fang Yixi's secretiveness about this matter.

"The relationship between you and him is really unusual..."

Chen Zhirong said this sentence seemingly unintentionally, but also on purpose.

"He is my lifelong friend. No matter in the past or now... whether in life or death..."

Although these words are a bit evasive, they are also words from the heart; for the current situation, it is also the most appropriate to say so.

He secretly laughed at himself in his heart: At the beginning, he did not dare to admit his love for Duanmu Can face to face, and now many years later, even though Can is no longer alive, he still dare not say that Duanmu Can is his "love" of his life.

My timidity, selfishness, and cowardice have reached the point of shame.

I despise you: Fang Yixi.

In my heart, there is a voice sighing for a long time...

Many years ago, the intricate emotional entanglements were enough to make people burn, and there is no need to bring them out now to add to the trouble.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall——

It is a wise move to protect yourself wisely.

Ever since what happened to Lin Xuan, Yixi has fallen into a vicious circle involuntarily: people of unknown origin appear around him one after another, and these people all have various purposes; Solving troubles creates troubles.Repeatedly, the situation has not improved, but has a tendency to gradually get out of control.

Could it be that the gear of fate has its own irreversible direction?

Man wins?

Thinking about it, it's a bit ridiculous.

Because today I met Chen Zhirong, who was hiding his secrets; after fighting with him for a few rounds, Fang Yi's messed up mood sank even further to the bottom.

After working hours, I feel distracted and unable to concentrate when doing anything.

Today, he especially needs to be calm.See no one, be alone for a while.

It's like in the novel, the practitioners have to "retreat".Right now, he just wanted to avoid everyone and rearrange his messy thoughts.

In view of Luo Xiu's "rules", he made a special call and told him that he would be working overtime tonight and would personally arrange a very important business reception, so he couldn't go back to sleep.

On the other side of the phone, Luo Xiu didn't become suspicious, but asked with concern: "Pay more attention to rest, and eat dinner on time..."

"Well, I will. See you tomorrow night."

It's not that he never lied, but lying to Luo Xiu still requires great courage and strong psychological quality.

Hanging up the phone, Yixi breathed a sigh of relief.

For the sudden extra night of free time, I felt a little unexpected joy in my heart.

In order to make the lie more likely to be true, Yixi planned carefully and decided to work overtime until eleven o'clock before leaving.

During this period, he deliberately opened a bottle of red wine: he drank it by himself in the office.

Due to a long-term abstinence from alcohol, I have not touched any alcoholic beverages for several years.

Therefore, when the wine enters the throat, one can clearly feel the burning pain of the hot liquid—the face is heating up like a fever, and a light cloud is passing by in the mind...

Tonight is an exception.

He thought about Chan.He thought of the man with outstanding demeanor who influenced his life encounters.

I still remember that when I first met Can: whether it was in the school library, classroom, or stadium, Chan always had a depressing and out-of-control temperament.Sitting alone in a corner, without competing with the world or with others; completely separated from the world.Neither disturb others, nor want others to approach.

The first time Yixi saw him, he was deeply attracted by him.

How could there be such a fresh, refined, handsome and sunny man in this world?Just like Apollo, the sun god in mythology: distinctly masculine and masculine, yet dazzlingly beautiful.

As a man, Yixi has always been quite confident about his appearance.But after meeting Chan, he can't help but feel sorry for each other.It's like Akisos by the water, accidentally falling in love with his own reflection.

In particular, Can's independence from the world and his eyes are clean; it also matches his aloof and cold temper by nature; therefore, the two are destined to attract each other.

Fang Yixi used all possible methods to actively contact Duanmu Can, and tried every means to get into his life.

He has tried all kinds of old routines such as looking for words when there is nothing to say, serving water and delivering meals, saying hello in the morning and exhorting in the evening; he has tried all kinds of surprises of coincidences and new techniques of caring and caring in every detail.

In order to capture Duan Mucan, he even played "36 Strategies" by heart.

Finally, Duanmu Can, who is fortified by the fortress, opened up his defenses for him——

I have to say that there is Fang Yixi's instinctive and desperate impulse towards love at that time; what's more, Duanmucan has a reverie and bravery about love.

During that period of time, although Fang Yixi worked hard and suffered the pain of not getting what he asked for, he was happy.

When you are working hard for one thing without daring to fight for it, you must be very satisfied and happy in your heart.

However, failed to stick to the end.

In the end, what he could see was: Duanmu Can's despairing and lonely eyes... a contemptuous and ruthless smile on the corner of his lips... All these are engraved in his memory like a knife and ax.

Maybe it's really all my fault? !

Because of my giving up, because of my selfish thoughts, I probably killed him.

How much disappointment must it be for me to make him choose to commit suicide so resolutely?

Fang Yixi's thoughts were like a tide - all the beauty and cruelty of the past were displayed in front of him frame by frame.

Shaking the bottle: only to realize that he had drunk the whole bottle before he knew it.

In the stomach, the hot feeling is fermenting; in the head, the circles of dizziness are dizzy; the steps under the feet also have an extraordinarily brisk meaning.

The cartier on his wrist was a gift from Luo Xiu.The hour hand is slowly pointing to 12 o'clock.

night, deep enough.

Alcohol, too, had enough.

Fang Yixi hailed a taxi, and after giving the driver the address, he closed his eyes wearily.

When I open the door of the house and walk into the room where I have been away for many days, I will feel a sour feeling of being separated from the world.

Reminiscing about the flute and fu in nostalgia, turning to the countryside like a Rangke person——

Probably, it is the state of mind at this time, right?

The house is cleaned regularly by the cleaning lady, and it is still very tidy.It's just because it's been uninhabited for a long time, so it's a little less popular.

The closed room is filled with fragrance—a rather complicated and mixed fragrance.

There is a familiar mint-flavored tobacco aroma in it, mixed with a slightly strong smell like rose essential oil.

Yixi couldn't help but frowned: Could it be that the cleaning lady sprayed too much air freshener?This smell of confusion?Disturbing.

Dizziness seems to be getting worse.

The red wine is still very strong, and the speed of the top is also amazing; this is especially true for people like Yixi who don't drink much.

My feet are soft, but I still want to go over and open the window to let in some fresh air.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the sofa, he staggered and fell down.

Falling down on the sofa, Yixi wanted to try to stand up again.His unsatisfied body was like a pool of water, unable to hold his shape.

This wine is really too much.Could it be that I have no amount at all?

I didn't find it that bad before...

In the huge living room, only a wall lamp at the entrance was turned on when I entered the door just now: it was dim—dark—

Yixi squinted his eyes halfway, his head became more and more heavy, as if he was going to fall asleep soon.

A wisp of fragrance sneaks in quietly...

The hazy eyes that were fascinated——Suddenly, a figure moved lightly in lotus steps: the speed was long and slow, as if flying through the clouds and riding the wind without hearing the slightest sound of footsteps.

Fang Yixi's brain, paralyzed by alcohol, was completely unable to control his limbs to make any defensive movements.He could only gape in horror!Thrilled!

However, no sound came out.

He wanted to open his eyes a little wider, to reset the slack focus, to make sure that what he was seeing was just an illusion.However, Shen Shen's eyelids were out of control at all, and no amount of effort seemed to be in vain.

Yixi's breathing almost stopped...

I can only watch helplessly as this ghostly figure gets closer and closer...

Maybe, in the next second, he will wake up screaming from the nightmare?

"ah!......."

Yixi did cry out in shock, but the dream did not wake up.

Perhaps, from the moment you step into the house, you are already in a dream, right?  …