Nine Prison Rings

Fang Yi twitched his lips, his body seemed to have lost his spine; his face was as white as paper, and his breathing was about to stop.He stared in horror at the handsome man in front of him without any vicissitudes of life.

As for Luo Xiu, he was like a thunderbolt: he stood there foolishly, rooted under his feet, and remained motionless.On the dazed face, the nerves were twitching like spasms... In the dark eyes, there was a mysterious and vast sea, telling endless longing and love...

This man looks out of his mind.

Seeing this situation with cold eyes, Chen Zhirong couldn't help sneering in his heart, his face overflowing with complacency.The sharp little eyes shone with cunning and triumphant light.He knew that once this "killer mace" was used, he would always be invincible.Although, he was reluctant to show this hole card; but, until now, there was no better way to deal with them.

The young man smiled shyly... he smiled happily, his eyes were full of inspiration, and his cheeks were rosy; to be honest, even ordinary people who have been training in front of the mirror for ten or eight years, It may not be possible to smile as beautifully, naturally, and touchingly as he does.

"What's the matter? Don't you know me?...It's in broad daylight, where did the ghost come from? Have you watched too many ghost movies..."

He pursed his mouth, a little sneered, a little arrogant, and joked softly.

"But...can...how is this possible...you're already...dead..."

Fang Yixi stepped back a few steps in disbelief as if he had seen a ghost, muttered to himself, and shook his head frequently.

It's scary, isn't it?It's ridiculous, isn't it?

Duanmucan shrugged his shoulders resignedly, and let out a wry smile - making an expression of "it's me".Thinking about it, he also understood that his appearance frightened the people in front of him.The reaction of normal people is probably the same.

Things have come to this point, he has nothing to do, it can only be regarded as powerless.

Of course Fang Yixi knows that there are no ghosts in this world, he is an atheist.However, this person who has been stored in the depths of my memory, enshrined in my heart as a god, and has long been recognized as dead; suddenly, under the blue sky and broad daylight, he jumped out and stood in front of you. ?

Seeing "ghosts" during the day?The plot only in the play, let him experience it personally today, but he still can't calm down.

"I'm not dead." Duanmu Can blinked innocently, "You guys think I'm dead, okay?"

Fang Yixi gradually recovered from his horror, his eyes were covered with water.After the shock, she must have cried with joy... her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"That's great... just to see you live well..."

After so many years of self-blame and guilt, seeing that this person is still alive; then, to some extent, the burden on my heart will be relieved.The weight on his shoulders suddenly became much lighter, and it was rare to feel relaxed.

Seeing that he was about to cry, Duan Mucan smiled with a hint of bitterness lingering in his heart.

"It's all over... It's good that everyone can still meet like this..."

His eyes circled around Yixi's body, but still stayed on Luo Xiu's face.Obviously, towards Yixi, he was politely alienated; towards Luo Xiu, he looked at him affectionately and teasingly.

Fang Yixi was startled suddenly: Duanmu Can is still blaming him, as can be seen from his attitude.His thoughts on him, after years of scouring, can no longer find any traces of the enthusiasm that existed back then.

Luo Xiu is different, not only has a relationship with him, but also his first love.Aren't people unable to escape the "curse" of first love for a lifetime?Can, can't escape; Luo Xiu, too.

what about me?Where is the way out for my feelings?

Fang Yixi only felt cold all over his body, and didn't dare to think about it any further.

"Xiu..." Duanmucan called softly, Luo Xiu who had been staying there like a zombie, "It's me...I miss you very much..."

This weeping cry was just like the prince's kiss in a fairy tale waking up the sleeping princess——Luo Xiu woke up in a daze...In an instant, his eyes stood up, his whole body was doused with gasoline and set on fire same, rushed towards Chen Zhirong—hands like iron pliers, grabbed his collar; raised his clenched fist and waved towards his face——

Fang Yixi and Duanmu Can hadn't waited to react to Luo Xiu's momentary change of mood, and they saw him fiercely about to beat someone; they couldn't help being shocked.

"Xiu!......" Duanmucan exclaimed.

It was with this crying cry that Luo Xiu's raised fist stopped in mid-air without falling.

"Chen Zhirong, you are a fucking old bastard!! How many years have you watched me suffer? You know that I am looking for him, even if I have the idea of ​​finding his body, but you don't tell me that he is still alive What are your intentions? Are you still human? How can you be Chan's father? Is it really good for him to hide him and become a 'dead man'? You bastard! You have delayed us for so many years, look See what kind of life we ​​live? Can't you see how much I love him and care about him?"

Luo Xiu's face was full of anger, and his face was purple.There is not only grief and anger in the eyes, but also tears flashing.The voice trembled, and the tone of the shout was so passionate that it was comparable to Beethoven's "Symphony No. [-] in C Minor".

Hearing Luo Xiu's confession from the bottom of his heart, Fang Yixi felt sad.

He didn't care about anything else, he only heard the words that pierced his eardrums and pierced his heart: He loves him, loves Duanmu Can.

Yes, from the beginning to the end, Duanmu Can was the only one he loved, and it was always Duanmu Can.

All the sweetness between him and Luo Xiu, all the love and obsession, are all illusions; they are all substitutes for Luo Xiu's thoughts after Can disappeared.The most ridiculous thing is that he knew it from the very beginning, and he didn't hide it; as for himself, he still fell into it in a self-indulgent way.

In this false love, no one lies to you, it's just you playing with yourself.Humble and pathetic, self-absorbed.

Yixi wanted to be strong, but he didn't expect a line of tears to slip across his face unexpectedly... No one noticed, because Luo Xiu couldn't see him anymore.

This tear is not for Duanmu Can's resurrection, but for mourning his lost love.

Chen Zhirong was unmoved by Luo Xiu's accusation.Still a calm, indifferent expression, as if this matter has nothing to do with him.

"Why should I tell you?" Chen Zhirong retorted bluntly: "For what you have done to my son, I wish he would never see you again for the rest of his life! It's lucky that Xiao Can didn't die, how could I give it to you?" Do you have a chance to hurt him again? In my opinion, any punishment you receive is not too much!"

Luo Xiu lowered his eyes in pain, and said in a deep voice: "You hate me, you can kill or cut as you please. But you shouldn't let Chan bear all this, let him be invisible and pretend to be dead for no reason. He is enough It's poor, how can you bear it... You don't know, as long as he returns to me, I will love him well for the rest of my life and give him the best life. "

Every time Luo Xiu uttered a word, there was bleeding pain.Any bystander who listened to it was moved.Only Fang Yixi, every time he heard a sentence, his heart sank a little bit, and fell into the deepest place.

"Hmph!" Chen Zhirong spouted cold air from his nose, and said disdainfully: "If it wasn't for someone's tricks, I couldn't take care of Xiaocan wholeheartedly. Do you think you might still see him?!" Shooting a cold arrow, he shot at Fang Yixi fiercely: as if he hoped that a look in his eyes could really turn into a hidden weapon and kill him.

Fang Yixi heard the meaning of his words, and easily thought that the anonymous reporting materials a few days ago had an effect.In any case, I was already a person who had walked through the Palace of the Underworld; there was nothing to be afraid of, let alone show timidity in front of Chen Zhirong.Therefore, he met the other party's sight openly and frankly, without any fear.

Looking at the tense atmosphere, Duan Mucan also felt uncomfortable.He walked over, took Luo Xiu's palm, and caressed his side face: strand by strand, if the breeze blows the face, the evening cherry blossoms fall, the gentleness that enters the heart...

Luo Xiu was still furious and restless just now; at this moment, the inexplicable stability softened.

"Xiu, don't blame my dad, he did this because he cared about me." Duanmu's face pressed against his chin, almost sticking together.The breath of each other can be exchanged ambiguously with each other.

"The important thing is that I am back, back to you... I will never leave you again. Ten years, I miss you..."

Duanmucan sobbed softly...be careful not to speak loudly.But it was this patience, this unspeakable grievance, which made Luo Xiu's heart hurt like a sharp weapon.

"Don't cry...blame me...all blame me." Luo Xiu held up his fair, thin face, and gently kissed away his crystal clear teardrops, cherishing them like precious treasures.

"I won't let you leave me a step in the future. I will give you all the best things in the world. Give me a chance to take care of you and love you, okay?"

"Well... I listen to you."

Duanmucan nodded repeatedly.He is innocent like a child who got candy, with tears in his eyes one second, and a smile like a flower in the next second.Speaking of which, he is almost thirty, and he still looks like the innocent and cute boy he used to be.

Luo Xiu couldn't help loving his innocent childlike demeanor, holding his sunny smiling face, couldn't help but kiss his cherry lips.

This kiss was very light and soft; like a swallow's wings skimming over the ripples of the pool, like a bird's feathers gliding over the throbbing eyeshadows—like stars and moons, the streamer was bright and clean, nourishing the heart, without any hint of sunshine.

After floating clouds, the water flowed for ten years.

Why not teach people to sigh? !

For Fang Yixi, who are so self-confident and friendly like no one else, he seems to have suddenly become a superfluous person; an electric light bulb, and it is the kind with super wattage.Heart and soul, I can feel that it is a rusty dagger, cutting on it... One knife at a time, slowly lingering, killing without blood...