Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

Character determines destiny, this sentence Zhuo Yang deeply agrees.

A suspicious person is lonely all his life, a picky person is regretful all his life, and a greedy person is lacking all his life.The so-called boredom, sorrow, and melancholy, in the final analysis, is the lack of a pair of eyes to discover happiness.

Being human is a great gift from God.Wake up by the first ray of sunlight penetrating through the cracks in the curtains in the morning, drink a cup of sweet and refreshing fragrant tea when you are thirsty, read a good book that makes people immerse themselves in it, and observe the gardenia in the flowerpot spit out fresh light. Tender flower buds, or picking up a paintbrush to paint a wonderful scene that appeared in a dream... These trivial things, so common and trivial, all contain incomparable joy and satisfaction for Zhuo Yang, who has experienced death once .

Just like the small ball in my hand, it's made of rubber, bright yellow with gray and black patterns, it's nothing more than ordinary.Throwing it far to the end of the bushes, luring the puppy Bo like an arrow off the string, chasing it wildly with four claws in the air.Watching it flick its long pink tongue, its milky white fur glistens under the sun, and the sense of happiness will flow with the dripping saliva and flutter with the fluttering fluff.

Bobby found the ball in one fell swoop following the smell, held it in his mouth, and flew towards it with joy, and handed it back to the owner, in exchange for a few gentle caresses, scratches, and compliments, laughing with excitement.

This is the happiness of the puppy, but also its wisdom.

Two o'clock in the afternoon is the quietest time in the backyard, and no one will disturb.The game of throwing the ball does not require much physical strength, and with Zhuo Yang's current health condition, he can basically handle it.

Bobby ran back and forth, grinning to the ears, tail wagging like a windmill, and he didn't feel tired at all.Zhuo Yang was also very interested under the influence of the puppy. He bullied Bobby for being fat and clumsy. He deliberately threw the ball in the air to tease him to catch it, but he always grabbed it first. Bobby was so anxious that it was like springs were attached to the soles of his feet. Jumping up and down actively around Zhuo Yang.

At this moment, there was a sudden throbbing pain in the chest, and the muscles in the neck tightened rapidly, as if someone had put an invisible plastic bag on the head and face, unable to breathe freely.Zhuo Yang hurriedly stood still, gasped for breath, and waited for the chest tightness to subside by itself.

Time passed by, and the situation got worse and worse. It was like a saw was placed in the trachea, and it hissed dryly with the frequency of breathing.He quickly reached into his trouser pocket to take out the potion, but there was nothing there, and Zhuo Yang panicked.

Unlike Yan Yusi, he is a very cautious person. He not only carries bronchodilator spray at all times, but also prepares one in his schoolbag, bedside, and car in advance.The medicine to prevent allergies will never be forgotten, but it will make you sleepy after eating it. He thought about playing with Bobby for a while, but he omitted it.Unexpectedly, I just took off the mask carelessly for a while, and I was recruited like this, but the spray was also missing.

It may be that it was careless while playing and fell into the grass.The blade of grass is almost as tall as Bobby, and the whole piece is so vast that it is too difficult to find a small plastic tube.

Zhuo Yang made a quick comparison and decided to ask someone for help.As long as he can stay close to the main building, he will be absolutely fine.Poppy couldn't figure out the situation, and curiously followed his staggering master, expecting him to throw the ball far again.

The suffocation made people tired and weak, and they fell heavily to the ground as soon as they took two steps.He wanted to call for help, but his throat seemed to be tightly choked by a big hand, and he couldn't even utter a few words.I had no choice but to swipe randomly on the ground beside me, hoping to pick up the potion just by chance.

Breathing became more and more difficult, tinnitus began, and the eyes became dark.Zhuo Yang clenched his fists tightly, using the pain of nails sinking into the flesh to preserve the remaining sobriety.

Under the guidance of the puppy Bobby, Yan Yaoqin walked into the lush wormwood, and saw a white shadow lying on the ground in the distance, struggling with difficulty.Quickly ran two steps closer to take a closer look, it turned out to be his youngest son.

That beautiful face was extremely pale, and the temples on his forehead were covered with fine and dense cold sweat. When he sensed someone appeared, he was not as delicate as usual, but tried harder to support his body.Because of the pain, mist accumulated in his big bright eyes, and he lowered his eyelids stubbornly, refusing to reveal the slightest weakness and helplessness in himself.

This kind of persistence and pride brought Yan Yaoqin a feeling of deja vu.A sense of confusion came to mind again, and he almost blurted out "Zhuo Yang", and he shook his head quickly to save himself from the hallucination.

Yan Yusi is a patient with congenital asthma. He is born weak and experiences several dangerous attacks every year.Having become a doctor after a long illness, the whole family is very familiar with the first aid knowledge of asthma, so no matter what the situation is, Yan Yaoqin can always deal with it calmly.He was very calm in his heart. He had provided his youngest son with the most considerate care and the most affluent life according to the content of the oath. Even if the child was really gone one day, he would be able to face Kang Yurou with a clear conscience.

Only this time, for some unknown reason, he felt a little scared.His facial features were tightly tensed, and he twitched imperceptibly. When he took out his mobile phone to make a call, his fingers trembled slightly, and the buttons were not very flexible: "Ah Cai, Yu Si suddenly fell ill, hurry up and send the medicine to the dog house in the backyard, hurry up! "

After hanging up the phone, he squatted behind his son, carefully lifted him up, leaned into his arms, and gently rubbed his cold and sore back with his big hands.He couldn't help comforting him: "It's okay, it's okay, the medicine will arrive soon, open your mouth wide and breathe hard!"

Bobby anxiously walked around in circles, licking and kissing the half of the master's arm that was exposed when the sleeve was rolled up.

Finally, Ling Caiyi led people to arrive in time, Yan Yaoqin snatched the potion, let his youngest son hold it in his mouth, and sprayed it vigorously. Seeing his breathing gradually stabilized, his cheeks turned red, his heart finally fell. ground.Only then did I realize that the shirt on my back had been soaked with sweat in a short while, and when the wind blew, it felt cool and stuck to my skin, making it sticky and unbearably sticky.

Zhuo Yang maintained the posture just now, closed his eyes and rested for a while, and barely stood up with his hands on his knees.His head was still a little dizzy, his vision was blurry, his footsteps fluttered when he walked, and his body couldn't stop falling to one side.

Yan Yaoqin hurriedly supported his son: "Yusi, can I do it? Dad will come..."

"Thank you dad, it's all right now." Zhuo Yang gently pushed away the hand that his dad was supporting, with little strength but firm determination.

This kind of words and deeds are called concern, and the taste is really good.Unfortunately, it was for Yan Yusi, not for me.Accepting a gift with someone else's name on it is a great shame.So thanks, I don't need to.

Ling Caiyi nervously guarded her left and right, fearing that something might go wrong.The young master refused everyone's support, and slowly moved towards the main building step by step, walking crookedly, but he still refused to fall.

Until the crowd surrounded his son and disappeared across the pond, Yan Yaoqin still stood there blankly.This was the first time that he felt inexplicable pity for that child—why is he so thin and weak, as if he could crush it with a little force.Obviously he looked sickly since he was a child, so why does he look like he has been poked at the most tender place on the apex of his heart today, sour and astringent.

He raised his palm, looked at it from the front, and looked at the back, there was still a cold touch left when it was silently pushed away.Just like back then, when the other hand was decisively pulled out from the gallery full of blood, it was empty and lost.

Zhuo Yang, you must still be holding grudges, blame me for abandoning you.But you also abandoned me!Died like this, not even giving me a chance to make amends and regret, and even refused to let me hold your hand and say goodbye to you!

Yan Yaoqin suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of loss, as if he had smoked cigarettes for 30 years and suddenly wanted to quit. From head to toe, he was full of emptiness and loneliness.

Lowering his head, just in time to meet the puppy Bobby's inquisitive eyes, Yan Yaoqin asked him: "What's wrong with me..."

Bobby stared at his black eyes, turned around twice, finally stood in front of a bush, turned his back very proudly, raised his hind legs, and left behind a puddle of strong-smelling urine. Then he took leisurely steps towards the kennel.

Throughout the afternoon, Zhuo Yang lay peacefully on the bed.In the middle, Kang Yuzhu came to visit after hearing the news, but because she was too lazy to listen to her endless lectures and nagging, she had to pretend to be asleep all the time.

By the time of dinner, Zhuo Yang had already prepared sufficient reasons to explain why he appeared next to the dog house.But the strange thing is that Yan Yaoqin didn't ask any questions for a long time, and didn't even mention it.

On the contrary, Yan Yuxing, after a lot of caring, did not forget to ask for his younger brother: "Have you prepared everything for going to Hawaii? Would you like to help me with something? Don't be self-willed when you get there. Listen to your cousin and take care of yourself." Body, my father and I will visit you in two days."

Zhuo Yang quickly shook his head, and replied in a vague manner: "It's not like going for ten or eight years, there is nothing to prepare, living there is not the same as living at home, I have long been used to it."

"That's the way it is said, it's better to be prepared. You..." A faint worry flashed in Yan Yuxing's eyes, as if he wanted to say something, he swallowed half of it again.

Yan Yaoqin had been listening to the conversation between the two brothers, and suddenly suggested without thinking: "Actually, there is no need to be too anxious. The weather is good recently, and it seems that it will be warmer for a while. When it gets colder, it will be too late." Thinking of the younger son I was a little bit reluctant to leave.That kind of familiar feeling that seems to be there, makes people unable to let go.

Just as the two sons were about to express their opinions, Yan Yaoqin interrupted him bluntly. He quickly overturned his previous calculation: "No, no, no, it's better to leave as soon as possible! If you say go and don't go, you will suffer if you make such a fuss. "I stared at the rice bowl for a long time, and simply put my chopsticks down, "I'm going to inform Zanwu, let him rebook the ticket, advance the itinerary, and arrange it in... a week later!" Without waiting for the person to respond, He turned around and went upstairs.

Facing Dad's extreme abnormality, the two brothers at the table looked at each other in blank dismay.

Yan Yaoqin scolded himself as he walked, he was crazy!That's your youngest son, not Zhuo Yang!It's just that you can't let go of the dead child so much that you desperately try to set other people's actions, demeanor, speech and behavior on him!

Perhaps Layman Liaokong was right, Yan Yusi, the nemesis, was by his side, which would disturb people's minds, and he should be sent away as soon as possible.Hurry up and send it away!

I just called Zanwu to give instructions, and Zhang Chongjiu's phone call came in: "Mr. Yan, the killer who took money to do things was found, someone gave a large sum of money and arranged for him to run away..."

As soon as you hear it, you will know that things are complicated.Sure enough, a name came out of Zhang Chongjiu's mouth immediately after, and it was obviously the eldest son's subordinate.Yan Yaoqin was expressionless: "Detain him and investigate to the end!"

This time Zhang Chongjiu was a little hesitant: "Master Ke Yuxing is after all..."

"Zhuo Yang is also my son!" Yan Yaoqin's tone became a little more serious.

There was a short silence over there, and he replied firmly: "I understand Mr. Yan."

Yan Yaoqin knew his eldest son very well. Although he was young, he was not such a headless chicken.Knowing that Dad is investigating, and blatantly instigating others to take action, it's almost like deliberately hitting the muzzle of a gun!What is his purpose?Want to get your attention?Who is it to protect?Kang Yuzhu?

Zhuo Yang, Dad will not let you die in vain.Just do one last thing for you, this time, Dad won't let you down again!

Although this is meaningless to you...

Yan Yaoqin felt that he was sick, and he was seriously ill.There is no physical discomfort in this kind of disease, but it is tormenting the mind all the time.

For example, the dishes on the dinner table are obviously appetizing, but there is no appetite, and no matter which one is stuffed into the mouth, it will be tasteless.What kind of soup or snacks are served, you will unconsciously think, this is what Zhuo Yang likes to eat, and so is that, and all of them are hard to swallow in an instant.

For example, on the eve of the banquet, Ling Caiyi finds out two suitable dresses and chooses for herself. Although they are of different styles, they all look the same.Once you put it on, Zhuo Yang's voice will ring in your ears, "The silver gray needs to be black to hold it down", "This tie looks better under the light than under natural light", "The dart at the waistline is half an inch in would be more appropriate", and so on.

When I came out of the study at night, I walked downstairs like a wandering spirit. When I reached the door, Ling Caiyi called "Mr. Yan?"

I dreamed again and again at night. First, I dreamed that I was back when I was eight or nine years old, and I was doing the questions in the examination room. I knew how to do every question, but I forgot how to write. I held the pen and sweated profusely.Woke up, smoked a cigarette, went back to sleep, and dreamed that I became a moth, flying around the corner of the dimly lit wall, but bumped into a sticky and dense spider web.Strands of spider silk were entwined around my body, and I couldn't break free, and I was sweating profusely...

It was as if he was swinging his fist vigorously, but he hit an ethereal ball of cotton, making him extremely irritable.

In the end, he gave up on sleep, ran to the study, sat alone under the gray light, took out the note left by Zhuo Yang, unfolded it carefully, and rubbed it carefully over and over again, as if only in this way could he calm down.The fingertips traced the two-character signature stroke by stroke, and he was fascinated.

Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang...Beyond the dust, Zhuo Ran is independent, has a son and is alone, graceful and clear... So his name is so beautiful, why didn't I find it before...

Turning his head, a cold projection was reflected on the dark glass window, and the two Yan Yaoqin faced each other across the air, asking each other: What's wrong with me?Desperate and distracted, it's as ridiculous as a lovelorn boy in his teens.Is it because of Zhuo Yang?Is it because Zhuo Yang is gone?

From the initial suspicion, to the later curiosity, and then to the startled smile on Jiyu Island, the young man was like a pool of water, quietly flowing into the bottom of his heart, moistening everything silently, secretly and slowly, filling it up , Occupied, I have not realized it yet.Once that person passed away, my heart was also empty, dry enough to burst out with cracks.

I used to think that no matter how beautiful, smart, and understanding he is, he is just an ordinary 17-year-old boy.Just like a certain beautiful color, a certain beautiful song, or a certain sweet food, although it is joyful to have it, it is not indispensable.

Looking back, I was so wrong.Just like salt, it seems small and insignificant, you can live without eating it, but life is boring.

It's gone... It's gone... Yan Yaoqin thought sadly.

I am 39 years old this year, and in another year, I will be fully forty.At forty without confusion, soon, one's life can be written as a theorem, no longer changing, no longer confused, no longer cranky.

That's it... it's okay... it's okay...