Mingtai's 26 deaths

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The next day, Mingtai got up early in the morning.Although he rejected Vivian's invitation yesterday, as a compensation, he agreed to go to school with Vivian today.

Vivienne is a student studying in Germany. She has only been in Shanghai for half a year, and she is now in the same class as Mingtai.

"Mingtai, you told me yesterday that you are going to see another play, is it good?"

Mingtai was walking on the road, remembering yesterday's voyeuristic stalking, he nodded a little embarrassedly, "Ahaha...it's okay..."

Vivienne's blond hair is slightly curly, with a mischievous smile on her face, "Next time, can you take me to watch it together?"

"Then why don't you go to the theater to watch the latest movie this weekend?!" Mingtai smiled, completely unaware of the affection in the eyes of the people around him.

On the way, the two kept chatting, whether it was homework at school or trivial matters at home.The world of teenagers is simple and beautiful.

"By the way," Weiwei paused, and looked at him secretly, "You are so good at maths, what major do you want to study in the future?"

Mingtai rubbed his chin, "If possible, I really want to go to Berlin to study cryptography in the future."

"Cryptography?" Vivienne stopped in surprise, "Do you want to fight...war in the future? Your relatives, do you know?"

Mingtai blinked, "If you don't tell me, they won't know?"

Vivienne smiled meaningfully, "Oh! You keep it from them, they!"

"So you see how kind I am to you, and I told you about it." Mingtai lied with his eyes open—he didn't know how many times he had talked about this matter with his cronies.

Vivian ran away, "Then you come and chase me, and if you catch me, I won't say anything!"

Mingtai looked at the girl who was drifting away, and smiled helplessly.Girls are really troublesome...

"You must keep your word!" He rolled up his sleeves and shouted loudly.

"Of course!" Vivienne waved to him, then turned around and ran further and further away.

However, just as Mingtai was about to spread his legs and run forward, there were slight footsteps coming from the quiet path behind.

rustle……

rustle……

Mingtai froze, not knowing if he should run away or turn around and fight that person to the death.

"You wait! Don't kill me yet!" Mingtai swallowed.

Having already experienced thirteen deaths, he knew very well what would happen next.

"Who sent you? An enemy of the Ming family? I can give you whatever you want. If I have money, I can give you my money."

The footsteps behind did not stop, but approached little by little.

Mingtai felt that his calf was trembling uncontrollably, his heart was beating like a drum, and he didn't dare to breathe out, for fear that the sound of breathing would become the trigger of death.

"Is it because you have been killing me all these years? Why?"

The back has been pressed against the cold gun, and the coolness squeezes into the flesh and blood and penetrates into the bone marrow.

"You know my identity, right? If I die, you will be wanted by the Ming family!"

Mingtai spoke incoherently, trying to avoid the coming of the end.

He didn't want to die, not at all.

It will hurt, like a fish bouncing on a cutting board and being split in half.Moreover, all good or painful experiences will disappear, leaving only himself, a person who remembers the memories of two people.

He doesn't like this, even if he can be reborn, he doesn't like it either.

Mingtai trembled in fear, the expression in his eyes was almost desperate.

"You let me say a few words to my family, can you?"

This was his only plea.When you wake up again, everything will be different.He just wanted to enjoy the last bit of tenderness before the dark fragrance faded away.

But what answered the boy was not an emotional voice, but a strong impact behind him.Mingtai's eyes widened, pupils opened to the limit of human beings, like the silent cry of a mayfly just before death—at that moment, a bullet pierced through the protection of the spine on his back and hit him straight A pair to wear.

With the rest of his strength, the young man looked at the streams of blood on his chest that seemed to be vomiting from the soul, and smiled sadly in the pain.

That's right, how could this killer listen to the pleas of the dying?

The sky and the earth are flickering, and even the eyes are stained with blood that seems real and unreal.

Before his consciousness returned to nothingness, Mingtai heard the man's deep and hoarse voice——

"You want me to kill you."

boom! ...

Everything finally peeled and crumbled, crumbling into pieces.

84ZK26N01408:27明台No.14次死亡。

69TY32O01517:15

"Mingtai, your eldest brother will go on a blind date tomorrow, come and help me then!"

"Pa-ta..." The chicken on Mingtai's chopsticks fell off.

Ming Jing looked at Ming Tai strangely, wasn't he eating well just now, why is he so dumbfounded now, as if he has lost his soul?

She gave Mingtai a large piece of chicken, "Mingtai, eat more meat."

"Oh... good..." Mingtai mechanically picked up the meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Ming Jing was slightly worried, "Is it because you are too tired from school these days?"

Mingtai paused, then shook his head and remained silent.

"Do you think the girl chosen by the elder sister is not good?" Ming Jing sighed, "I saw the girl's house in person, so I dared to introduce it to Minglou. It's just right for him. You don't have to worry about it."

You see, everything is going to repeat itself.But everything will be rewritten again.

Actors, whether constrained or free, will deliver different lines.

In this world, it is impossible to stage two complete dramas.

Mingtai nodded blankly, "That's good."

"Mingtai is reluctant to part with elder brother, right?" Ming Jing smiled, "I am also reluctant to part with elder sister, but no matter what, your elder brother has to start a family, right?"

Mingtai took a deep breath, his eyes were slightly red when he lowered his head, his twitching heart still seemed to be in sharp pain when he was dying, and even the sound of his mouth sounded like he was being mutilated, full of blood.

"I know. Brother... It's time to find a sister-in-law."

【——No, I said big sister, it’s too early, isn’t it?Brother is still young!Right, brother? 】

"He scolded me with a straight face all day long...I'm tired of it."

【—But I'm not an adult yet! ... I still need the company and guidance of my eldest brother. 】

"Brother gets married earlier, and I will be free."

【—I see, you just don’t want to give up your elder brother to someone else. 】

Mingtai lowered his eyes, except for a slight tremor in his voice, he couldn't see anything unusual.

Come on, young people don't flick their tears easily, stop making fools of yourself.

The past is gone...what's there to cry about?

……

Really... nothing to cry about.

"Don't think that I can't control you after I become a family."

Minglou put down his chopsticks, his voice was a little muffled.

"Even if my grandson is soy sauce, you are still my brother. As long as you are still in the Ming family, I can control you!"

Mingtai was stunned for a moment, those words that jumped on the tip of his tongue could not be uttered anymore.

Obviously he should have been irritable, he should have been disobedient, he should have been extremely suppressed, but at this moment, his eyes that had turned into ashes were rekindled little by little, and his wide eyes were full of passion. Brilliant and bright, flowing around the world, "You are a puppy if you don't talk!"

In fact, new choices and new paths are not all lost.

There are still some, which can be used to talk about the existence of my heart.

He smiled.The corners of the eyes and eyebrows are the simple satisfaction of young people.

"I don't care if you like it so much?" Ming Lou raised his eyebrows and half got up, gave him a piece of shiitake mushroom, and touched the man's soft hair along the way.

"Like a ghost!" Mingtai dodged and made a grimace, as if he had regained his vigor, "I'm just afraid that you, a big brother, will grow old like a lump of elm sooner or later without a young man like me by your side!"

After Ming Lou sat back in his chair, he couldn't help but smile when he heard this. "Then don't worry, there are many young people around the elder brother."

The meaning is self-evident.

Mingtai glared at him, the young man's brows and eyes were clear, but all his expressions and movements still looked so childish.

Minglou didn't tease him any more, put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a paper towel, showing grace in every move. "By the way, eldest sister, you and Miss Chen have made an appointment tomorrow, right?"

"That's right, that's tomorrow! Remember to come back early, and then go shopping with Ms. Chen for a walk." Ming Jing carefully reminded her.

"I know, don't worry."

Mingtai listened to the conversation between the two, but said nothing more.

To avoid previous deaths requires making entirely new choices.

This time, without his intervention, would the elder brother really bring back a sister-in-law for him?

Would he give birth to a little nephew?

……

Minglou noticed Mingtai's sudden drop, but after a glance, he continued to turn his head to listen to the elder sister talking about tomorrow's events.

But Mingcheng looked up at Mingtai after finishing his meal, "Young master, do you want to come to my room tonight?"

"What are you doing?" Mingtai was a little taken aback.

"Let's draw together." The smile on the corner of Mingcheng's mouth was just right, warming people's hearts without being too hot. "Didn't you tell me last time that you wanted to learn painting? I just have time tonight."

"Really?!" The young man forgot all his unhappiness in an instant, and was so happy that he almost jumped up and jumped on his brother A Cheng, "Brother A Cheng, you are so sweet!! I'm full, why don't we eat now Let's go?!"

Mingtai didn't wait for his answer, pulled Mingcheng over, and yelled at Mingjing, "Eldest sister, I'm going to learn painting from Brother Ah Cheng first!"

Minglou looked up at the little guy pulling the big guy up the stairs, squinted his eyes and didn't speak.

"Yes, the color should be thicker here." Mingcheng stood beside Mingtai, pointing out from time to time.

"Write down lightly, don't press too hard. Yes, it's very good." He patted Mingtai's head and smiled sincerely, "Smart."

The young man was a little proud, and rubbed the hand that fell on his hair, "I'm not bragging, brother Ah Cheng, as long as I want to learn, there is really nothing I can't learn well!"

"It's really a monkey looking in the mirror—it's so smug." Minglou leaned on the door with his arms crossed, his tone indifferent.

"Mr. Ming, can't you say something nicer?!" The kitten's tail was lit.

"Ah Cheng, don't spoil him." Ming Lou stepped forward, shaking his head at the still life picture Ming Tai painted, "Look at this painting, it looks like a little cat, tsk tsk tsk~"

"It's not bad for beginners to be able to draw like this." Mingcheng defended the young master, "And brother, you seem to be unable to draw even a cat?"

Pat...Minglou froze on the spot.

"Brother." Mingtai leaned forward with a smile, "You said that you can't draw, but what gave you the confidence to talk about Raphael and Sevilla in front of other girls? So energetic?"

Mingcheng carefully corrected, "It's Cezanne."

Mingtai's complexion was reddish, and he seemed a little embarrassed.

"I don't know how to draw, but I can appreciate it." Ming Lou admired the boy's appearance, and felt a strange sense of pleasure in his heart.He shook his head and smiled, then turned to look at Mingcheng, "Ah Cheng, every time I appreciate your paintings, the comments are very pertinent, right?"

Caught between the two brothers, Mingcheng felt a little headache, so he nodded helplessly. "yes……"

The young man blushed and had a thick neck, as if he wanted to say something more, but Mingcheng yawned a long time first, "Haah... so sleepy..."

Knowing this, Minglou glanced back at Mingtai and motioned him to go out together.

Mingtai looked at the unfinished still life picture, paused and obediently followed behind his elder brother.

In the corridor, the two were not far apart, but they both seemed to have lost the mood of confrontation in the room, and neither of them spoke first.

Mingtai stared at the floor, kicked his left foot lightly back and forth, wondering what he was thinking.

I can't bother Big Brother and the others tomorrow.

But could it be that he just watched his elder brother marry Miss Chen into his family?

……

In no mood.

He stopped.

No matter how pleasant the words at the dinner table were, after tearing off all the disguises, his mood remained the same as before.

Would it work if just interfering, but not in the same way?

He can pester the eldest brother to prevent him and Miss Chen from going out, or he can run to tell the eldest brother that something happened at home and he should go back quickly when they are in the middle of their conversation...

A beating at most.

It was nothing compared to the fourteen bullets he had taken.

Compared with the uneasiness that has been churning in my heart, really, it's nothing.

"Mingtai."

Minglou entered the room and poured a cup of coffee, and when he came out, he handed another cup to the man leaning on the railing.

"Hmm." The young man replied in a muffled voice.

"What happened when you were eating?" He took a sip, and it seemed that even his voice was dyed with a pleasant temperature.

"It's nothing, it's stuck by a fishbone." Mingtai said a lie absent-mindedly.

"Is there anyone who is stuck and still able to speak?" Minglou smiled, and couldn't help stroking the boy's hair with his right hand, "Is there something on your mind? Tell the elder brother?"

Mingtai was silent, and lightly sipped the slightly bitter coffee, feeling bitter all the way to his heart.

"When I was as old as you, I kept something in my heart and didn't tell anyone. If my elder sister didn't see it and enlighten me, I might have gone to the underworld by now." Minglou recalled the past, the corners of his eyes were tiny The fine lines stretched even more recklessly, "Didn't you say you want me to take care of you? If there is anything, you can tell Big Brother."

"Brother, I will always be here."

……

"Always there?" The boy asked softly after a long silence.

Minglou blinked, "Of course, big brother doesn't want to be a puppy."

【——If you don’t count your words, you’re a puppy! 】

After reacting, Mingtai smiled childishly.He put both hands on Minglou's head, pretending to be a dog's ears and flapping it a few times, "Wow, woof~"

Minglou looked helpless and pampered, and yelled a few times to the little guy, "Wow, woof..."

From childhood to adulthood, the always serious Chief Ming would only willingly let go of all self-esteem in front of his younger brother.

"Okay, is it enough?" Minglou pulled off Mingtai's two hands, "You looked strange during the meal, Mingtai, don't you like that elder brother finds you a sister-in-law?"

"A little bit." With the promise of his elder brother, Mingtai felt relieved and admitted it readily.

"Tell me, why?"

"I..." Mingtai paused, with imperceptible blankness flashing across his eyes, "Maybe...I'm working so hard now to catch up with you and brother Ah Cheng earlier?...But if you get married, If you have a child, I will feel...I will feel that you are going too fast and too far. It is so far away that I will not be able to keep up."

The young man stared at his toes, "I don't know what I'm thinking, maybe I'm afraid that all these years of hard work... will be in vain."

"Then when you grow up and catch up with me, you will want me to marry a wife?" Minglou leaned on the railing at the stairway when he said this, without looking at him.

"……do not know."

After saying a word, both of them fell into an unspeakable silence.

They are indeed close brothers, but it seems...

A little too intimate.

This is not normal.

Minglou finished his cup of coffee, thinking silently.

So abnormal.

Mingtai is still young, so he can't be blamed for having such thoughts.

But...he is not young.

For a moment, he actually wanted to accompany that child to go on absurdly.

Thinking of this, Minglou's eyes darkened.When he spoke, his voice still seemed to be immersed in a large swaying water shadow, cooling from the eardrums to the heart. "Mingtai, you have to know that all men are capable of starting a family."

The young man tensed his body, his eyes were slightly red.

lie.

【——Now I only think about resisting foreign enemies and saving China. Life and death are uncertain, and I don’t know when I will be shot. 】

"Even if it's me, it's the same."

【——You said that if I was with another girl, wouldn't that delay others? 】

Deceiving.

"No one can accompany you and teach you for the rest of your life. Mingtai, you always say that you have grown up. If that's the case, you should learn to walk some roads by yourself."

【—Brother, I will always be here. 】

puppy.

At this point, the boy used a smile to cover up the tears that he had held back for a long time and finally fell down, hitting the floor, stained with light water stains, very much like the hard-to-heal scars that spread on his heart during this journey.

"I know all of this..." He gritted his teeth and said every single word, swallowing back the sobs that surged in his throat, "You don't...remind me."

He knows.

always knew.

But, obviously in that world line, the eldest brother said and promised, "I will never get married in my life. Don't worry."

……

Is this the price of a comeback?

……

He would rather die in the past.

"Okay, don't cry, be good." Minglou's expression changed, and finally his tone softened, "Those are things for the future. Big brother promises you that we won't get married now, okay?"

"Okay you... big-headed ghost!" Mingtai sobbed.

"You said that you are so old, why are you still crying and crying, what are you like?" Minglou sighed, hugged the boy in his arms, and stroked his back with his hand, "Do you make me feel at ease like this?" In a few months, he will go abroad.

"Then don't let it go!"

Minglou paused, slapped Mingtai's butt heavily, and said in a stern voice, "Shut up your young master's temper, wait for me to leave, and see who still spoils you!"

Mingtai lay on the elder brother's body, didn't make trouble anymore, just waiting for the tears to flow.

He didn't know what was wrong, but every time he was in front of his elder brother, he would become so unreasonable and willful.

Obviously the girls in the school praised him for his demeanor.

Obviously, the teachers of all subjects praised him for being independent.

Sister Mingming also said that he is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

But all of this will fade away in front of that person.

He has completely become a child, a baby, someone who needs that person's voice, needs that person's smile, needs that person's comfort, needs that person's praise, and even needs that person's breath of that person's temperature, humble Extreme existence.

Just like a fish out of water, the thirstier it is, the more it struggles, the more it struggles, the thirstier it becomes.

Unfortunately, I still don't want to escape.

Get stuck in a quagmire.

The darkening night cast a dim halo outside the window, Mingtai was quiet for a while, and then slowly calmed down.

He leaned on Minglou's shoulder, and the two of them breathed extremely close.But even if their bodies are pressed together, their breaths are entangled, and the huge gap between age and identity, after all, they still fall on different cliffs.

Before parting, Mingtai looked up at his elder brother, "Can I have a goodnight kiss?"

"Didn't you say that you have grown up and don't need it anymore?"

"Just once."

The boy's voice was low.

Minglou seemed to smile lightly, and then pressed the corner of the man's lips against the corner of the man's lips, saying in a rare gentle voice, "Good night."

One touch away.

It's like a dream of the past.

"……Good night."

Mingtai moved forward slightly, and pressed back against him tremblingly.

What Minglou didn't know was that after returning to his room, the boy lay on his bed, stroked the corners of his lips with his fingers, and murmured to the dark and deep endless darkness, crying and laughing alone:

"Goodnight, my Little Prince."

……

"Goodnight, my Old Rogue."

……

The voice eventually faded away bit by bit, dissipating into a slight as if nothing filled the sky.

Beside the pillow, it seemed to be raining in succession.

It didn't stop all night.

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