fierce god

Compared with Gao Kun's attitude, Zhuo Yao was obviously too cold, he just looked at the other party firmly, his eyes were sharp and harsh.

The young man in front of him has grown much taller than the child in his memory, and the familiar outline can be vaguely seen in his face, but his facial features have become more profound. He is already a man without compromise, but his personality is still taciturn and unpredictable. well.

Zhuo Yao stared at Gao Kun's eyes, as if he wanted to see something from them, but Gao Kun kept his brows down, not intending to confront Zhuo Yao.

Zhuo Yao could only say: "I have something to say to Yinglan." There was a warning in his tone, and everyone present could hear it.

Gao Kun paused, then nodded cooperatively: "Okay."

Li Yinglan was slightly surprised when she saw that the other party only glanced at her and then walked away. She took two steps forward and tried to call Gao Kun, but was blocked by Zhuo Yao sideways.

"Come back with me, we need to have a good talk." Zhuo Yao said solemnly.

Li Yinglan looked back, pursed her lips, and finally nodded: "Okay." If that's the case, let's make it clear.

There was no talking all the way until the car stopped in front of the beach house, Li Yinglan walked in first, Zhuo Yao followed, and as soon as he entered the house, he asked straight to the point: "How long are you going to hide this?"

Li Yinglan thought it was funny: "What position do you have to ask me this question?" As Zhuo Yao who also concealed Gao Kun's death and was imprisoned, how much did he confess to himself.

Zhuo Yao avoided the topic: "When did you start contacting him?"

Li Yinglan refused to answer at first, but then he suddenly thought of something and said, "In June."

"It's been half a year." Zhuo Yao sighed, "You should be careful."

"Uncle," Li Yinglan let go of the coldness on her face, and said sincerely, "You should know when Gao Kun will be released from prison earlier than me, but you didn't track him all the way, otherwise you wouldn't be here asking me now , that means you actually understand that he is innocent, right?"

"He is not innocent," Zhuo Yao said firmly, "He killed someone."

"Yes! He killed someone!" Li Yinglan yelled, "But the fault is mine, the dead man, my mother, grandpa, even you, everyone! It's not Gao Kun's fault! We are ungrateful , Turning black and white! We can't be so heartless!"

Li Yinglan looked at Zhuo Yao with a snarl, and for the first time, the tears that he dared not shed in front of Gao Kun welled up in his eyes: "Do you know what he was doing when I saw him for the first time? He was supposed to be admitted to University of U with a recommendation for moving cement at the construction site, and the notice has already come down, but now it’s all ruined, ruined, ruined by me, ruined by all of us! This is what we owe him , This is not what he deserves!"

Facing Li Yinglan who was so excited, Zhuo Yao's face was still indifferent, indifferent and even a little cold, he actually said the same sentence last time again.

"You think that because you don't know the truth."

"Then what are you telling me the truth?!" Li Yinglan felt absurd all over her face, "Could it be true what I saw with my own eyes and what I heard with my own ears?"

Zhuo Yao gritted his teeth: "Then tell me, did he just kill someone? What happens after he kills someone?"

Li Yinglan was stunned, a smear of blood suddenly flashed in her mind, and then spread to her eyes, her vision slowly turned scarlet.

"Then...that's because...he did this, because..."

Li Yinglan opened her mouth and murmured, but her voice became softer and her brows were furrowed, as if caught in some painful memory.

Zhuo Yao saw that Li Yinglan's face had faded to pale, he hurriedly stepped forward and pressed him to sit down, his voice also softened.

"Yinglan Yinglan, don't think about it, it's all over. Sorry, we'll talk about this topic next time, you rest first, I'll ask the servant to warm you a cup of milk, early..."

But Li Yinglan grabbed Zhuo Yao and interrupted: "Cousin, Ah Kun didn't do it on purpose, he did it for me, for me, I can assure you, I know him, I know him best..."

Zhuo Yao looked at the turbulent emotions in Li Yinglan's eyes. He was not the usual calm young man. The joys, anger, sorrows and joys in there almost overflowed from his eyes. This kind of behavior is not what ordinary friends should have. Zhuo Yao couldn't help but think that The scene I saw in the car.

He suddenly said: "Yinglan, you are tired, all your thoughts now are the same as what you felt at the beginning, they are not real."

"It's true!" Li Yinglan would not be overwhelmed by him, he said firmly, "No one knows my own feelings and my feelings for him better than me..."

Zhuo Yao thought that Li Yinglan would avoid this question, but he didn't expect the other party to say it so bluntly, so Zhuo Yao had to be serious.

Zhuo Yao lowered his face: "What kind of feelings? Where did the feelings come from? You have only been with him for a few years? How old were you then? That's nothing."

"That is!" Li Yinglan retorted.

Zhuo Yao snorted, "That's your sympathy for him, your self-righteous guilt, that's not love, Yinglan, that's not it!"

Seeing that Li Yinglan was stunned, Zhuo Yao felt that he seemed to be speaking too harshly, but he felt that this problem had to be resolved. Li Yinglan's growth path was not smooth, maybe this was the reason that caused his relationship to go wrong. It's still too late, but he must be guided so that this situation cannot continue to deteriorate.

Zhuo Yao squatted down, put away all the coldness and said earnestly: "How much emotion can a child of thirteen or fourteen understand? You were too young back then, and this incident hit you too hard, causing you to never forget it. But this is just an attachment, a sustenance, and your illusion. After so many years, you are no longer the Li Yinglan from before, and he is not the Gao Kun from the past. What you remember is just the person in your memory, or, Your memory embellishes him too much."

"He's really not anymore," Li Yinglan shook her head, but her eyes were clear, "It's because of us that we forced him, but..." Li Yinglan stood up, "No matter what he becomes, I'm still me."

"Yinglan!"

Seeing Li Yinglan turned and left, Zhuo Yao suddenly raised his voice, "Gao Kun is not a trustworthy person, you don't know him at all, his family, everything about him...you will regret it."

Li Yinglan just paused, said "I understand" coldly, and then left without looking back.

……

On the other side, Gao Kun hurriedly returned to the back kitchen, and sure enough, it was still in full swing, and Liu Xile was scraping fish scales with sweat on his brow.

"Brother, you're back..." Although he didn't say much, he was obviously relieved, which shows how hard it is for one person to do so much work.

Gao Kun quickly put on the gloves and apron again, and walked to his side to help: "Let me do it."

Liu Xile took a step back to wash the dishes, and said: "Boss Ma said that this matter should not be so much, but two of them have just returned to the countryside, and they should be able to come back next week, so it will be easier then."

As soon as the words were finished, a man opened the door and walked in. He was about forty or fifty years old, with a round beard and a little limp when he walked, but he smiled kindly when he saw Gao Kun and Liu Xile.

Gao Kun knew that he would not be able to hide his departure, so he hurriedly said hello: "Boss Ma, I'm sorry..."

"Why are you being so polite? Zhenggui's friend is also my younger brother. You can just call me Brother Ma." Brother Ma smiled, took a potato and sat down to peel it a few times.

"How busy young people should be at this age. When I was your age, I had so many girlfriends." Brother Ma quickly helped them start work, "When the phone rings, I can't even push it." Fall, right." As he spoke, Xiang Gao Kun raised his eyebrows knowingly.

Gao Kun didn't speak, and Liu Xile who was on the side hurriedly said, "My brother doesn't have a girlfriend yet."

"You know, even if you don't have one, there should be someone you like." The old horse chatted with the two with the attitude of someone who has come here, "I don't tell you, I'm afraid that you will feel unbalanced."

Surprised, Liu Xile hurried to look at Gao Kun: "Really."

Gao Kun paused and said in a low voice, "No."

"Not even a match?" Boss Ma didn't believe it.

Gao Kun didn't know what he thought of, he opened his mouth and then closed it, holding back a moment: "We are like this..."

Liu Xile looked at him suspiciously, and Boss Ma said again: "What's wrong with us?!"

When Yao Zhenggui introduced the jobs, he always told them the situation of Gao Kun and Liu Xile clearly, whether they love each other or not, and Boss Ma obviously knew their origins, and he was once a part of it.

"It's so frustrating at a young age. We can't catch up with the kind of rich, educated and good-looking people, but it's not easy to find someone who can live. No matter whether you are high or low, it is right to have self-knowledge."

Boss Ma just came in and talked nonsense with them while peeling potatoes. After peeling, he took a big bag and went out.

Liu Xile leaned over in secret, seeing Gao Kun hold a knife to the pool of blood dripping with daze, he couldn't help asking quietly: "Brother, do you really see the right person?"

Gao Kun was startled, then shook his head: "No."

Liu Xile confirmed: "Really?" He always felt that something was wrong with his brother.

Gao Kun shook his head firmly this time: "No, why don't Boss Ma stop talking about it? You can't climb up if you have one."

"He didn't mean that," Liu Xile wanted to explain, but seeing his brother smiled, he thought it was just for fun, and couldn't help but shake his head, "That's right, you said that if you want it, you must tell me what you can't climb." Don’t go, liking is the most important thing, brother, as long as you like it, grab it too.”

"Don't talk nonsense."

Gao Kun lowered his head, grabbed a alive and kicking fish, swiftly raised his knife and dropped it, and separated it cleanly in two or three strokes, and let the blood flow down the cutting board into the sink to form a small river.