Xiao Lang Jing

The first sound that erupted in the yard was Zhao Dong's shout.Then there was the sound of a piece of debris being dumped, and the noise of wood and metal colliding and smashing into one place.

Zhao Meng knelt on the ground, he was beaten, and the only few muffled groans he uttered were bitten to death between his teeth.His father gave birth to him and raised him. In order to attack him in one breath, a son cannot cry out for pain.

Father Zhao scolded something loudly, in dialect, short and loud, Zhao Meng couldn't hear clearly, but the tone of those words had already hit his heart, he remembered the last time his father scolded someone like this, it was the old Grandpa passed away, when several uncles of the same family fought over the tea table in the mourning hall because of a disagreement over two consecutive ancestral houses, they did something rebellious, so no matter how ugly they scolded, they would not be there Someone went to persuade.It's the same with Zhao's father scolding him now.

What he used to beat Zhao Meng was a firewood stick thrown to the ground by Zhao Meng. The solid iron stick was heavy, rusted, and stained with soot. Every time he hit him, a gray-brown streak fell from his clothes. .Zhao Meng originally only wore an unlined garment, and he knelt on the ground to let him be beaten and scolded. After a few strokes, blue-red bruises appeared on the back of his vest. In two days, they would all turn purple. , Lying on the bed to sleep, turning over and pressing down will hurt.He knew that the news of his father beating and scolding him must have spread to the house, and now his secret was finally no longer a secret in the Zhao family.

But Father Zhao still didn't seem to give up.After he finished cursing all the words that could be scolded, he still looked at Zhao Meng with the same eyes as Zhao Dong, pointed to the closed door behind him, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Tell me the truth, did that kid bring you down?"

Zhao Meng looked up at his father's eyes. During the beating just now, his forehead was cut open by a piece of rust protruding from the surface of the metal rod. Blood dripped down, staining half of the collar of his clothes. red.

He saw a trace of hope that he couldn't be sure of in Father Zhao's eyes, just like Zhao Dong.It was as if he didn't want to believe what he heard with his own ears.

So swear words turned into rambling reasoning.

"Tell me, what do you really think? Why are you so confused for a while, and live a good life? However, you want to learn from those naughty young people who do those naughty things? Do you know that people How did it come about? People are raised by their fathers and mothers. You are a man, and a man should be with a woman. Yin and Yang should be combined in order to continue to the next generation. People have lived this way for thousands of years. Why don’t you want to ? You feel good about two men? You don’t feel sick? Let me tell you, this is contrary to the laws of nature and the laws of nature, and you will be punished by God!”

Zhao Meng could only sigh.

Whether it's my ignorance in my father's eyes, or my innocence in my younger brother's eyes.Everyone is scrambling to find a reason for him to explain his abnormality.It seems that what I said just now, the idea of ​​not being able to marry a woman, marry and have children, and continue the offspring as they wished is nothing but a delusional mind, just a moment of confusion, and there should always be room for things to turn around, not because he was born like this.

But he was born that way.Zhao Meng came back from the ghost gate ten years ago, and after living again, he already knew.

"Father, I am rebellious and violating ethics. It's not that you raised me badly. You gave birth to me and raised me. You only hope that I live well, but other people's children are also born by parents. You want me to marry a woman If you can't love her, but you want to delay someone else's life, it's also a matter of damaging the virtue of the ancestors."

"How do you know if you haven't tried it!" Zhao's father yelled at him. Maybe it’s just that you haven’t met someone you like, and when you find someone you like, you’ll understand.”

Zhao Meng knelt down, staring at his own shadow on the ground.

He said the same thing once, but he really didn't want to repeat it all the time.He knew that if he leaked the slightest hesitation at this moment, even if it was only hesitation born of soft heart and guilt, it would bring unnecessary hope to his family.

He can only state the facts and tell them clearly, no, there is nothing wrong, your son is like this, just like what he saw before him, he would rather kneel on the ground and bleed than lie to himself for a moment.

"Father, it's not that I haven't met one. I've grown up so much, and I've liked that one. I found it, and I understand."

"Whoever you like! But it has to be a girl!"

Father Zhao slammed the iron rod in his hand to the ground, making a loud bang.

He nearly had a heart attack.Zhao Dong supported him, and it took a lot of effort to get his father back on his feet so that he wouldn't fall to the ground.

Zhao Meng knew that his father's recovery had not been good since that operation, and this would not stimulate him any more.

He glanced at Zhao Dong, stood up with blood dripping all over his face, turned around and rushed back to his room.

He slammed his fist on the door and swung it open.

"Let's go, let's go back to the provincial capital." He said to the people waiting for him in the house.

Zhao Meng's eyes were filled with soreness and dryness. He felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't cry, and he didn't know how to explain his emotions to Song Qiran. He just wanted to take someone away as soon as possible.

Song Qiran, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looked very calm. He seemed to have expected this result and put on all his clothes. He looked at Zhao Meng and nodded, only the faintly trembling hands buried between his knees betrayed him. his true state.

Those two hands held a box cutter.When he looked up at Zhao Meng and found the bloodstains covering half of his head, Song Qiran's pupils shrank, and his hand holding the knife tightened suddenly.

"Why are you bleeding yourself again? The wound on your leg has just been bandaged." He said to Zhao Meng.

He tried his best to restrain himself, and silently slid towards Zhao Meng's back, where his father and younger brother were standing, with cloudy and cloudy eyes.The firewood stick used to beat Zhao Meng was also stained with blood, and a few drops of blood were thrown from the edge to the ground, leaving dots of dark marks.

Song Qiran shook his head.

"I said that I will make them pay for all the people who hurt you, but they are your family members. You are afraid that someone will hurt them. What should you do? You are really embarrassing me."

Zhao Meng froze at the door.

Cold sweat broke out between Song Qiran's brows, he sat in a shadow cast by the bed curtain, a certain dangerous aura similar to wild animals that had never appeared on him lingered around him.

Zhao Meng had never felt that kind of breath from Song Qiran.

He spoke tremblingly:

"You put down the knife first..."

He looked at the young man, and a tear rolled down from the red eye socket of the young man, hitting Zhao Meng's heart.

"I hate seeing you bleed... not even a single drop." Song Qiran said hoarsely.

His cranial nerves are now like a net that was artificially hung on a fishhook and torn apart. From an unknown point, the mixed feeling of pain and dizziness spread outward, which disturbed him so much that he couldn't think about anything. Only by being able to barely stare at Zhao Meng's face was he able to maintain a sliver of consciousness,

"I've clearly told you that if you hurt me, I will hurt too. I will hurt a hundred times more than you. No matter how much medicine you take, it won't help. Why can't you understand... If I hurt badly, who will do it? Take care of you?"

There was a gap in his pale fingertips, and Zhao Meng stepped over to the bed and took the utility knife away.Zhao Meng threw away the knife, sat down without daring to breathe, leaned against him, and caressed Song Qiran's burning forehead helplessly.

"Hey, you just have a fever, you'll be fine, I'll carry you." He tentatively asked.

Song Qiran's body was weak, he nodded, and leaned forward on Zhao Meng's back.

He fell asleep, or passed out, Zhao Meng couldn't feel the difference at all, he just felt that the person on his back didn't move without any sign, silently, hanging on him quietly as if he couldn't breathe. neck.

He seemed to be strangled by the throat in an instant.

Zhao Meng wrapped the person tightly, picked up a few belongings and threw them into the backpack. In a hurry, the blood that kept gushing from his forehead splashed onto Song Qiran's clothes, making him look like a wounded patient Same.Zhao Meng kicked open the crumbling door, and rushed into the courtyard with Song Qiran in his arms.

Everyone was waiting there, his parents, younger brother and younger sister, each with panicked expressions on their faces.Zhao's mother was in tears, she gritted her teeth and looked at her son, Zhao Lin was like a fool, looking at Zhao Meng with a hint of timidity in her eyes.

"Brother, what's the matter with you... Where are you and Ranran going..."

"He has a fever. I will take him back to the provincial capital. He may not go home in the near future."

Zhao Meng said to his sister.

"How can you go back now, brother, don't scare me, don't you have something to say, at least stop the bleeding in your head?"

Zhao Lin cried while talking, Zhao Meng's heart suddenly softened, and he nodded silently.

Zhao Lin took a towel soaked in cold water and spread it on Zhao Meng's scratched forehead. The blood mixed with cold water seeped into her fingers. Zhao Meng was sitting and Song Qiran was sleeping in her arms, breathing slowly and steadily but unconsciously. .

The rest of the people present didn't move. They looked at the scene in front of them with complicated expressions. Father Zhao suddenly said:

"You can leave if you want, but if you cross this threshold, you will never come back."

Zhao Lin's hands trembled, realizing that she had hurt her eldest brother, she yelled, and hurriedly tried to remove the towel.Zhao Meng patted the back of his sister's hand.

"It's okay, it's inconvenient for me to hold Qiran now. You can call me and call a car."

He fumbled out the mobile phone to pass to Zhao Lin. There was Wei Xiaolong's number in the phone's address book. Now he had to call him. It was too far to go directly back to the provincial capital. Only Wei Xiaolong could contact Song Qiran the fastest. good hospital.

Zhao Meng turned on the screen, and found that someone had contacted him first, not Wei Xiaolong, and the phone showed a missed call, which was from Yue Lan, but he didn't answer.

There are two text messages in the inbox, one after the other, only 5 minutes apart.Zhao Meng clicked on the first article, and there were only two sentences before and after, which was something he never expected——

"They lied to you. About your lover, about your treatment in rehab, what the person who conveyed these things to you told you is not true, and I can prove it to you."

Zhao Meng was a little dazed.The blood loss made his vision slightly blurred, and his reaction was slower than usual.

Yue Lan told him that he was cheated, but what did that mean?

The mobile phone that was caught in his hand rang a new notification tone again, indicating that a new message had been received in the inbox, which was an attachment of a video file, and Zhao Meng shuddered.

He saw Yue Lan's second text message.

"Song Xincheng's people have come to me, he is not trustworthy. You will understand what I am talking about after watching the video."

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Xiao Song thought he didn't have a heart, but when he finally had a heart, that heart seemed a little out of control