my love

The days to come are still in the past. The sadness of seeing Mingxi's funeral at the beginning has gradually subsided. Looking at Ying Ziliang's calm face, it seems that everything has returned to the starting point. There are not too many worries and worries. The dead cannot return. Come on, the living still have to live a good life.

However, in fact, Ying Ziliang has begun to pay close attention to Ying Qiancheng's every move. For example, after Ah Cheng greeted him in the morning, he would subconsciously observe his movements from the corner of his eye, and when Ah Cheng laughed. He would frown at Ah Cheng's dark eyes... He always felt that Ah Cheng's thoughts were hidden too deep and too unpredictable, which was exactly what troubled Ying Ziliang.

But what he cares about now is not his younger brother's autism problem. When the seeds of doubt start to sprout in his heart, he begins to feel chills about a possibility—could it be that this layer of autism is just for him to see?

As soon as this idea popped up, Ying Ziliang was taken aback by himself. How is this possible?

After a sleepless night, Ying Ziliang was always thinking about this issue.

What he didn't know was that Ah Cheng didn't sleep all night. He rubbed the ring on his finger and made a few scratches on the complicated lines, but this didn't affect the use of the ring. The ring rotated left and right a few times, In front of Ah Cheng, a picture with a blank background appeared, it was Ying Ziliang who was tossing and turning.

Ying Ziliang couldn't sleep, Ah Cheng just stared at the picture all night, his eyes were heavy like fog, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The next day, Ying Ziliang still had dark circles under his eyes. He crossed his hands and looked at the top of the bed with a dull expression, as if he was thinking about something. Ziliang woke up from the drowsiness and slackness, Ying Ziliang came back to his senses, hugged his head and shouted to the people outside: "Come in."

As soon as the words were finished, a servant rushed in from outside, and he asked eagerly, "Is it Young Master Ying?"

"Yes."

"The young master who came with you started a fight with someone!" The servant hurriedly said, panting heavily, "Ah... just now they...just now!"

Ying Ziliang saw that his speech was incoherent, and seeing that it had something to do with Ah Cheng, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious, so he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, take your time."

"This..." The servant took a peek at Ying Ziliang's face, hesitated for a long time before saying, "This young master is more beautiful...so when I was walking in the garden just now, there was a servant who didn't have long eyes. I have never met the young master, and I misunderstood which family he belongs to... that kind of son, I can't help but speak rudely... and now I'm still making a fuss..."

That kind of son?Ying Ziliang was shocked, would something go wrong with Ah Cheng?He seemed to have forgotten all Jiji's doubts about Ah Cheng all of a sudden, raised his heart, and with a little anger, asked the boy: "Why is there such a short-sighted servant in the famous family? What is it called?" That kind of young master? What do you think of guests as guests?"

Hearing Ying Ziliang's question, the young servant couldn't help shrinking, and his eager voice was also crying. He lowered his head and said cautiously: "It's because we don't know Taishan with our eyes, so I hope Young Master Ying will go and see it." !"

Of course Ying Ziliang wanted to see it. He was worried that Ah Cheng would be hurt. Needless to say, he asked the servant to lead him to the garden and bypassed a few paths. Ying Ziliang could vaguely hear human voices. Sometimes crying and howling could be heard but there was no sound at all, even if Ah Cheng's voice was not heard, Ying Ziliang's voice was unavoidably a little worried.

But when he actually arrived at the place, his heart couldn't help shrinking. He didn't know whether it was because he didn't see the gap between Ah Cheng's fragile appearance or because he was surprised that things were beyond his expectations. Ying Ziliang stood at the entrance of the garden, ignoring him. The voice of the boy next to him.

"Master Ying, please stop the young master! I...I begged Ah Huang for mercy! He really knew his mistake!"

It's not in my imagination, Ah Cheng...

Ah Cheng at least knew that he had a pair of shoes on his feet when he went out. He put his hands in his pockets, and he was leaning lazily by the tree. His long flowing hair was a little messy on his shoulders, and his bangs in front slightly covered him. With slightly raised eyebrows, one can see a pair of eyes drooping on the white face, as if carefully looking at the kneeling and howling person on the ground. When looking at this face alone, it is really beautiful, and the bright lips gently Tilt up, as if what fun game I'm playing now.

But Ying Ziliang's heart slowly settled down. If it was before, he would definitely rush forward, thinking that Ying Qiancheng was the injured party, even though he was standing and the other was kneeling, but now he stopped, Looking carefully at every expression of Ying Qiancheng, I feel that my heart has been subversively recognized. This...is not the expression of a weak person, such a slightly restrained gesture of playing with people's hearts, as if as long as he sits on the throne, Holding a goblet, you can freely ravage the ignorant people below. All the cruel expressions are included in this indifferent expression that seems to be smiling but not smiling.

If Ying Ziliang was not mistaken, there were still traces of strong mental power fluctuations around Ah Cheng. It seemed that this mental power fluctuation was not something that could not be obtained by this person on the ground, and that was Ah Cheng.But such a powerful wave, even Ying Ziliang... couldn't do it.

The demon has long wanted to take off the gloves, revealing sharp minions.

Ah Cheng turned the ring on his finger calmly, then raised his eyes and fixed his eyes on Ying Ziliang. After seeing Ying Qiancheng's eyes, Ah Cheng grinned slightly at Ziliang, smiled softly, and then taught the people underground: "You, insult me, who gave you the courage to insult my brother?" ?”

When the underground people heard this, they cried and said they knew their mistakes and never dared again.But Ah Cheng smiled lightly: "Go, apologize to brother, if you don't forgive, you will die."

"Ah!" The servant looked around in a panic, caught Ying Ziliang's figure in his eyes, and immediately seemed to see a life-saving straw. He knelt on the ground and begged Ying Ziliang for mercy while crying, tears and snot all over his clothes. Yes, "Master Ying! Master, save me! I was wrong! I won't dare again!"

Ying Ziliang didn't expect the servant to look so frightened, so he couldn't help looking at Ah Cheng, but Ah Cheng just smiled faintly, and there was no superfluous look in his dark eyes.

"Ah Cheng..." Ying Ziliang walked towards Ying Qiancheng, and was about to ask, Ying Qiancheng made a "shh" gesture.

"Brother, he speaks dirty words, Ah Cheng just let him understand this, but is it wrong?" Ying Qiancheng asked with mist still in his eyes.

Ying Ziliang froze for a moment, "That's right."

"That's good." After Ying Qiancheng got the confirmed answer, he showed a treacherous smile. Ying Ziliang realized something, but before he could stop it, he felt a powerful spiritual force sweeping towards him, bypassing him. Ying Ziliang directly pointed at the servant on the ground. The servant's eyes widened all of a sudden, and before he had time to react, his face turned blue, as if a pair of invisible hands were pinching his neck. After a few violent movements, it was like a dying fish, and as soon as the legs were straightened, it was out of breath.Ying Ziliang looked at the still calm Ying Qiancheng in disbelief.

Ying Qiancheng's smile gradually turned gray, and the words he said also carried a hint of blood and tyranny. "Brother, this is me."

You can't say no to me.

You can't believe me.

You must watch me.