Poisoning

Fortunately, he is a free man, his mother died early, his father doesn't care, he can do whatever he likes, but the worry in his heart is like a black cloud on the top of his head, getting deeper and lower, making him suffocated !

After all, Sister Fang found out about this matter. She found an injection needle under Fan Qiuming's bed. She suspected him of taking drugs a long time ago, and she was heartbroken when she found the evidence.

Holding the needle, Fan Qiulin decided to go to Chuyuan.Chuyuan, who was in a suit and leather shoes, drank watermelon juice face to face with a boy, and the boy said, "That man keeps looking at you."

Chuyuan tapped the table with his fingers, "Don't change the subject, I've already transferred the breakup fee to you, and I told you not to come to me, I hope you can behave yourself."

The boy said disdainfully, "I don't believe you have really changed your gender. You must have a new lover, right?"

Chu Yuan smiled and said, "Yes, my new lover has a nice name, Ye Fan."

Fan Qiulin walked behind Chu Yuan and patted his shoulder with his big hands.

As soon as Chuyuan turned around, he quickly stood up with a smile and shook hands with him. Fan Qiulin pointed to the boy, "Have you finished talking?"

Chu Yuan said, "Is there something wrong with Uncle? Let's go talk elsewhere."

The two walked out of the store one after the other, and when they got into the car, Fan Qiulin took out the syringe, and Chu Yuan understood it at a glance, and asked, "Has he started playing with injections?"

Fan Qiulin's car was parked in the underground parking lot, and the two of them sat quietly. After a while, Fan Qiulin said, "My son loves to play, and he has always been modest. He won't touch such things. Who forced him to of?"

Chuyuan glanced out of the window uncomfortably. There was no beautiful scenery outside the window. Fan Qiulin's heavy breathing was blowing a gust of wind in his ear, "No one forced him, he took a few breaths like others because he was curious, and he became addicted." gone."

Fan Qiulin gritted his teeth, "Curiosity? My son won't be curious about this. Chuyuan, you have been his friend since he was a child. I don't want to care about any conflicts between him and you, but I hope you can understand this matter." Tell me the truth." Chuyuan shrank his hands and feet, kicked his legs and scratched his head for a while, and finally couldn't bear the pressure, and told what Liu Wei'an had done.

Fan Qiulin tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked, "How do you know so clearly? You even know how many people Liu Wei'an brought to the box to catch them. Are you on the side too?"

Chuyuan blushed when he asked this question. He deliberately blurred his position just now, and stammered, "...I just happened to be singing with my friend... next door, and I heard what others said."

"August [-]rd is your birthday, right? I remember you held a banquet at home, why did you go to sing with others again? Forget it, I know you will definitely not harm Qiumen, you have been playing since childhood."

Chuyuan got out of the car, his whole body drenched in sweat like washing with water.

As soon as Fan Qiulin came home, he locked Fan Qiuming alone in the storage room and forced him to rehab from drugs.

Fan Qiuming was angry and annoyed, he was just glad that he was lucky, but now he ended up in the same fate as Liu Madgou, the most important thing is that he can't quit this thing at all!

When the drug addiction broke out, he couldn't bear the pain of the bowl worm eating his heart. Every time he knocked on the door and begged for a breath, he pointed at the sky and cursed, all the dirty words came out of his mouth, all the vicious poison The curse came out of his mouth. He was a hellish ghost. Once he strangled Sister Fang's neck and almost strangled her to death.

Sister Fang resigned, not because she didn't want to be kind, but because Fan Qiuming strangled her neck so violently that she couldn't accept it. She prayed every night, hoping that Fan Qiuming could get rid of that damn drug addiction.

In any case, you have to take a breath, otherwise Fan Qiuming will not close his eyes even if he dies. His father, Fan Qiulin, has a hard heart. You definitely don’t want to see me like this, just let me take a sip for her, I only need one sip.”

Chapter 68

Fan Qiulin closed his eyes, thinking of his long-dead wife, and went to the drug dealer to ask for a few packets of powder.

With the first time, there will be the second time. Fan Qiuming has figured out Fan Qiulin's weakness, and threatened him in the name of the deceased mother every time. Only that time, he felt that the time for his death had come. That day he saw Fan Qiulin's heartbroken look Looking at the way he sucks, how ugly he looks, lying on the ground, sticking his butt like a dog.

There was pain, anger, and contempt in Fan Qiulin's eyes.

The greatest torment in the world is to be in love with contempt at the same time. Fan Qiuming touched his wrist, squeezed two fingers, and the skin was lifted by him. He was too thin and had no flesh at all. He must be ugly too, and he lost his hair one after another.

Fan Qiuming couldn't accept losing his hair. He picked them up one by one and stuffed them into his head. He didn't want to grow old. He asked Fan Qiulin for a mirror every day. Fan Qiulin said, "Qiuming doesn't need a mirror. Qiuming is young and beautiful."

Fan Qiuming bumped into the wall, his head was like a clock, and the wall made a thumping sound. Sometimes he said a few words out of nowhere, "If it wasn't for me, my mother wouldn't have died. The first person I killed was her." , she is so poor."

Hearing this, Fan Qiulin instantly aged ten years. He released Fan Qiuming like crazy, no matter whether he quits or not. He put the daily dosage in a box and let Fan Qiuming take it freely. I never want to see my own son in such pain again.

Fan Qiuming loves to look in the mirror even more after regaining his freedom. He spends more than half of his time every day counting how many hairs on his head, and the rest of the time is spent sleeping. The knife under his pillow is sharp and cold. Holding the handle of the knife, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He couldn't bear to grow old and ugly. It was a very sad thing for a person to lose color when he was old. He often said to Fan Qiulin, "Every year I I have to make a birthday wish, and no one has ever fulfilled it for me."

Fan Qiulin asked, "What wish do you make every year?"

Fan Qiuming said, "I hope I can stay at the age of 14 forever. I don't want to grow old. Once I turn 14, I will be very old. You don't like old children."

Fan Qiulin wanted to hug him, but Fan Qiuming shrank back, "I'm very old, I'm already 22, and my hair is less."

Fan Qiulin's hand stopped in the air, Fan Qiuming was speaking seriously, and he said, "I don't like Zhang Ketong, Wang Haojing is cuter than him, but Wang Haojing is also old."

Fan Qiulin choked up and said, "His eyes are like yours."

Fan Qiuming said, "Only the eyes are similar, and nothing else is similar. Don't like him. I want you to find a little boy who looks exactly like me when I was young to love."

Fan Qiulin's hand touched Fan Qiuming's neck, rubbing ten fingers delicately, he thought that as long as he exerted his strength, the child would never suffer again, "You are very young, believe what Dad says, you are not old at all .”

Fan Qiuming said, "Since I'm not old, why don't you want to hug me anymore." His straight face twisted, and he said calmly, "I know you only like children between the ages of nine and 14."

Fan Qiulin was already crying, "It's all my father's fault, it's all my father's fault..."

Fan Qiuming shook his head, "I don't hate you at all, I only hate myself, if my mother hadn't seen me and you..."

Fan Qiulin blocked his mouth, "Don't say those words, this is an eternal secret, you just need to remember that all this is the fault of Dad alone, and Dad will be punished by God."

Fan Qiuming grabbed Fan Qiulin's pale lips and rubbed them lightly, "You are still as young as before, you will not be condemned by God, I will protect you..." He pulled out the knife, and Fan Qiulin's tears dripped down On the edge of the knife, there was an old and ugly face printed on the surface of the knife.

"Before you leave, I have something to ask you." Fan Qiulin pointed his fingers at Fan Qiuming's eyebrows and asked, "Do you love Chuyuan?"

Fan Qiuming blinked, "I don't know. I should love him, but I can only be sure of one thing, I love you, I want you, why do you never look at me more?"

The damp memory smelled of decay. Fan Qiuming recalled the pain of being rejected, and he understood that some things could never be obtained.

Fan Qiulin kissed his forehead, "From now on, I will only have you, and I will only look at you."

blade?The sharp blade cuts through the blood vessels, and if there is too much blood flow, sadness will stop forever.

Fan Qiulin held Qiuming's slender wrist, crying like a baby, his Qiuming was lonely and transparent...

The news of Fan Qiuming's suicide by cutting his wrists is well known. Fan Qiulin entertained the guests in a proper manner at the funeral. He squinted at Liu Wei'an and his high-ranking father and put on a show. The dimples on his face deepened. He desperately wanted the father and son to die!

Chuyuan and Ye Fan came together, his sadness was sincere, Fan Qiulin didn't like to see bad guys live happily, and when he and Chuyuan were alone, they had a serious conversation.

"Qiuming left you a last message before he died."

Chuyuan asked, "He? Will there be a last word for me? He..."

"He said he loved you until death!"

Chuyuan fell to the ground and muttered to himself, "He loves me until death?...?" He hugged his knees and slowly recalled every little thing he had with Fan Qiuming. His memory is very good. Amazing, even Fan Qiuming's posture when wiping his nose was impressive.Fan Qiuming will live forever.

At least in Chuyuan's heart, even time is no match.At this point, Chuyuan was already very annoyed. If he hadn't been arguing about eating watermelon, maybe everything would have been different...