Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

There is no wind, and the sky is like washing for thousands of miles.A light golden sun hides in the jungle of steel and concrete in the city, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Zhuo Yang leaned his head against the car window, snuggling up against a piece of peaceful blue.The body moves slightly with the movement of the vehicle, drowsy.

Suddenly, the beep of the mobile phone came from the passenger seat, "嗡—嗡—", startled Zhuo Yang instantly awake.The tall bodyguard answered the phone without much expression, just nodded a few times: "Yes, yes, yes, I understand Mr. Yan..."

It was impossible to deduce the content of the call from this fragmentary answer.But Zhuoyang felt a bad premonition inexplicably.He unconsciously straightened his body, leaned forward slightly, and held the edge of the seat tightly with his hands.

The bodyguard approached Awan's ear and whispered a few words. Awan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.Zhuo Yang sensitively noticed that while the two were talking, they glanced at themselves through the rearview mirror, and there was an indescribable weirdness in their eyes.

The car traveled for another short distance, gradually slowed down, turned sharply at the fork in the road, and turned around to drive back.

"Uncle Wan..." Zhuo Yang called out eagerly, but then cut off the text.He knew that the other three people in the car didn't have their own will at all, they always only obeyed Yan Yaoqin's orders, they didn't need a reason, and they couldn't give any reason.If we keep asking, we can't get any explanation other than increasing the embarrassment of each other.

Overhead, in the vast expanse of sky, a gigantic plane rushed up to the sky shining with silver light, not knowing where it was going...

Walking into the gate of the main building, the rather unusual tense atmosphere rushed over.The servants who usually go in and out to do things don't know where they are hiding, and there are many unfamiliar faces gathered in the living room.As soon as Zhuo Yang appeared, these unfriendly eyes shot at him, almost nailing him into a sieve.

This strange quietness made people involuntarily lighten their steps. Just as he was hesitating, a dull and thick male voice sounded above his head: "Master Yusi, please follow me. Mr. Yan is waiting for you in the study."

Looking up, it was Zhang Chongjiu, Zhuo Yang smiled politely, and called softly: "Brother Chongjiu..."

There was no change in Zhang Chongjiu's blunt eyebrows like stone carvings. He made a "please" gesture, supported Zhuo Yang's back with his big hands, and led him to the third floor.This kind of strength is not so much leading as escorting.

The curtains in the study were drawn tightly, and the light was somewhat dim.It took a while for the eyes to adjust.The door closed behind him with a "bang", and the air seemed to be still, so depressing that it was hard to breathe.

There are three people in the room.Standing near the door was Yan Yuxing, his cheekbones were bruised and purple, the corners of his mouth were cracked and bloodshot, his eyes were glued and flustered.Kang Yuzhu, who was not far away from him, had red and swollen eyes, disheveled hair, and her usually exquisite makeup was completely ruined at this moment.Yan Yaoqin stood with his back beside the desk, his breathing was a bit heavy, thick smoke billowed out, pungent and acrid.

On the monitor opposite the sofa, the surveillance video of the day of the accident in the gallery was playing. At this moment, it was frozen on the eve of the reception, the scene where Yan Yusi gave Zhuo Yang a wine glass.In the picture, Zhuo Yang looked in the opposite direction, with a smile on his face, and faint anxiety and expectation in his eyes.

It's been less than two months, and those images look extremely strange to both himself and Yan Yusi.Thinking about it, it turns out that a lifetime has passed...

Zhuo Yang quickly scanned the whole room, hesitantly called out: "Dad?"

After a pause of two seconds, Yan Yaoqin slowly turned around.His whole body was shrouded in black hostility, with an indescribable sense of coercion, which made Zhuo Yang take two steps back uncontrollably.

Before his father could make a move, Yan Yuxing stepped in front of Zhuo Yang, spread his arms, and protected his younger brother behind him.As the only adult son of the Yan family, he already has a strong back and a thick chest. His body size is much taller than both Zhuo Yang and Yan Yusi, almost comparable to Yan Yaoqin.It's just that he was frightened by his father's coercion, and he became a little soft psychologically for no reason. It would be a bit harsh and soft to fight openly.

Regarding his son's rude behavior, Yan Yaoqin smiled instead of anger: "Yan Yuxing, good job! I will give you manpower, status, rights, and nurturing you with all my heart. Could it be that you are using these to fight against me? ?” His skin was laughing, his muscles were laughing, his bones were laughing, but his eyes were cold.The sound is not loud, it is difficult to hear the emotions behind it, and it is even more creepy.

With such a terrifying smile, Yan Yaoqin kept approaching.

"Dad, Dad, you can blame me if you want to blame me. I admit whether it is beating or punishment! Yusi is still young, he doesn't understand anything! Everything is my fault, I shouldn't talk nonsense, I shouldn't mention those things to him. It's an old story, he shouldn't tell him the cause of his mother's death! He was just confused for a while, he will change it, Dad, please give him a chance..." Yan Yuxing's voice gradually died down, as if being tightly held by an invisible big hand. Choked the neck.

Yan Yaoqin took a deep breath, swallowed it into his lungs, and then exhaled it with the turbid air in his chest, and ordered softly: "Get out of the way!"

The solid figure standing in front of Zhuo Yang trembled slightly, but showed no intention of avoiding it.

Yan Yaoqin snorted twice: "What? You want to block him? It's really a brother and friend! Well, yes, I made a small move under my nose, and deliberately sent someone to take the blame and draw the blame on you. Very smart? Yan Yuxing, don't plan to use the skills I taught you to deal with me! Don't think that you are my son so I can't bear to touch you! When the time comes, don't forget who you are!"

As soon as the words fell, he raised his foot and kicked Yan Yuxing mercilessly on the stomach.There was a muffled sound when the sole of the shoe collided with the body, Yan Yuxing backed away for several steps, but finally couldn't stand still, fell to his knees with a puff, and held his stomach with one hand and didn't get up for a long time.

"Yu Xing! Yu Xing!" Kang Yuzhu screamed and rushed forward, supported her nephew, turned her head and shouted at Yan Yaoqin with no image: "Brother-in-law, are you crazy? He is your own son! How can you let him go?" ..."

Zhuo Yang stayed out of the chaos silently, at a loss.It can be seen that the root of these anger and disputes is Yan Yusi, but he, who has just worked as Yan Yusi for two months, is completely ignorant of the cause and effect.During the three years of living in Yan's house, Yan Yusi's unruly, impulsive, and brainless temper kept getting into trouble.But the family always turned a blind eye to him, and there were two big brothers and aunts who dealt with the aftermath in time, and never saw a time that was serious enough to make Yan Yaoqin so angry.

Could it be that this kind of tolerance and forbearance belonged to Yan Yusi by nature?Once one's own soul lives in this body, is he not even entitled to the corresponding preferential treatment?

While thinking wildly, Yan Yaoqin picked up a stack of documents from the table and threw them heavily in front of Zhuo Yang.The few photos in it are of a strange man, and there are some financial transaction certificates and phone records, which make people confused.Zhuo Yang looked at Yan Yaoqin in confusion, hoping that he could speak clearly.

Yan Yaoqin's anger, which was originally restrained by gritted teeth, was completely irritated by this ignorant look: "Do you still want to pretend to be stupid in front of me? Yan Yusi, Yan Yusi, I have raised you for 15 years, and I have chosen the best for you. You! Who knows that there is an evil ghost by your side! Can’t remember? Then I’ll remind you, ‘Whoever gets the wine is the target’! Don’t you forget this? I can’t even Not a single word was wrong!"

liquor?What wine?Zhuo Yang suddenly came to his senses, turned his head in surprise, and looked at himself and Yan Yusi on the screen, or... himself and Zhuo Yang...

This cruel truth made him stunned, and before his astonishment dissipated, Yan Yaoqin slapped him hard on the cheek, and he flew out lightly and obliquely, hit the wall, and then slid softly to the ground.His ears were buzzing, the world was spinning, a misty black mist rose in front of his eyes, his mouth was full of sweet and fishy smell, and he wanted to speak, but his breath was short of breath.

He is too weak, to Yan Yaoqin, he is like a dust that can be brushed off with a wave of his sleeve.

Kang Yuzhu jumped in front of Yan Yaoqin like a crazy hen, trying to push him away, but he couldn't shake him at all.She complained in a crying voice: "Yes! So what if Yusi did it? The world is so big, why do you have to rush into the door of Yan's house! Mom is like this, and so is my son! Always fight! If not Zhuo Yun, that woman's heart is like a snake and scorpion harmed her sister. Yu Sihui will be born without a mother? Will he be burdened with an unspeakable life experience? You know, people dare not say anything in front of you, Mr. Yan, but who will not say anything behind it? Gossiping and saying that he is a bastard of unknown origin! Doesn't he feel uncomfortable?" As he spoke, he began to sob and cry.Although it is only a nephew relationship, it is also a child brought up by one hand since its infancy, no different from the biological mother and child.

Seeing this, Yan Yuxing also crawled to Yan Yaoqin's side and hugged his thigh: "Dad, don't hit him, you will kill him! I apologize to you on behalf of Yusi! Dad, calm down, Yusi him, he is young and simple, seeing you took Zhuo Yang to see Master Kong, and even bought a gallery for A Yang, he thought you...he was overwhelmed by jealousy, so please forgive me, Dad Let him do it once!"

Kang Yuzhu swept away her usual elegant demeanor, and cried hoarsely: "Why are you calling Yan Yaoqin to be beaten and killed! Back then, that bitch surnamed Zhuo killed my sister, why didn't you beat or kill her? Take revenge! In vain, my sister treated you with sincerity! Let me ask you, when you were hunted down by Lun Phong in Thailand, who led the killer away to cover you alone? Hongshan Gang robbed Yu’s goods, and who was tortured Dying and not revealing anything? My sister’s ten toe nails were pulled out one by one. She loved dancing so much that she never wore dancing shoes again! It's embarrassing, and you have to find a more decent female companion for you in person at an important banquet! When she dies, you just let her die and don't take revenge. Now that the son surnamed Zhuo is dead, you are screaming and killing here! you are not human!"

"Shut up!" Yan Yaoqin's shout was like thunder, and the whole study trembled, "You have no memory, or no ears! He is not the son of Zhuo! His name is Yan Zhuoyang! He is my son!"

Zhuo Yang's eyes were blurred, and he saw things as if they were covered with a layer of frosted glass.The sounds seem to come from far away, and you have to concentrate and prick your ears to hear them clearly.

He suddenly felt very ridiculous.Is this a dark joke?I died and came back to life, but was reborn on the body of the real murderer who killed me. Is there anything more absurd and twisted than this in the world?

It turned out to be so complicated...Kang Yurou snatched away her father, her mother killed Kang Yurou, and her son killed herself... These people live so easily, they don't enjoy their good life, and play around all day long. games... But what does this have to do with me?When will I be born, and whose child will be born, this is not something I can choose...

I just want love, daddy's love, loving love, big love, love that can save me like a hero and knight, love that can protect me.As an emotional human being, is such a wish too much?Why am I going to lose my life because of this?

If some god wants to play tricks on me, please let go.It's no fun playing tricks on a person as insignificant as an ant.You see, I am just an ordinary person, I have no lofty aspirations, nor extraordinary wisdom, I do not seek fame, nor do I seek wealth, my biggest dream is to have a warm home, someone to love, to see the scenery, to taste Delicious food, a taste of the world, and a peaceful life, that's all.

Why, I have obviously let go, yet I have to be drawn into this vortex of thousands of thoughts again?

The figures of Kang Yuzhu and Yan Yuxing swayed back and forth, as if they were fighting for something, their voices became smaller and smaller, buzzing in their ears like mosquitoes.Vaguely saw that Yan Yaoqin seemed to have pulled out something, held it up high, facing his direction, it was dark, exuding a cold and hard metal aura...

That's a gun, right?Are you going to kill me?Are you going to kill me, or Yan Yusi?

No, it's not me you're going to kill, because I'm already dead.

"Father, I'm actually... In fact, I'm just..." By telling your identity, you can avoid the cold muzzle.But why does it always feel like there is something stuck in the throat, making it uncomfortable.

In fact, I am... In fact, I am Zhuo Yang... But I really don't want to be forced to tell my secret in such a situation.

I want to live with my head held high, and I want to be myself with integrity!But why do I have to die, I have to secretly do Yan Yusi, and I have to say my name like begging for mercy.

What a shame!

Yan Yaoqin held the gun very firmly, and Yan Yuxing and Kang Yuzhu rushed to snatch it, but he threw them away.

In his whole life, what he hated the most was being deceived and used by others.However, Yan Yusi not only deceived him with his weak and harmless appearance, but also took advantage of his kindness and trust.In the past, he thought that Yan Yusi was just a spoiled young master, even though he was narrow-minded and unable to tolerate others, he was just a child at heart.Unexpectedly, at such a young age, he dared to blatantly pay for murder. The one who wanted to kill was his brother, his own son!

His purpose is not difficult to guess after thinking about it, not only helping his mother to avenge, but also helping himself to get rid of the evil spirit of being a bastard, and by the way helping his elder brother eradicate a competitor who seems to be becoming more and more threatening.

Yan Yaoqin's eyes burst out with resentment, and he stared straight at his youngest son who was leaning against the wall, holding up the black gun barrel: "Yan Yusi, with what you have done, even your mother has nothing to say. Say it!"

It was strange, the boy in front of him seemed to be a different person, he didn't struggle, he didn't shout, he didn't even try to escape.He just looked at the three entangled relatives calmly, as if everything had nothing to do with him, as if he didn't know these people at all.

The boy raised the corners of his mouth and smiled awkwardly: "Father, I'm actually... In fact, I'm just..."

He stopped suddenly and didn't say any more, with endless sadness on his face.Shaking his head like this, he slowly fell to one side along the wall, lying on the ground, as thin as a crumbled piece of paper.

This scene, this smile, this painful and helpless figure, instantly overlapped with an unforgettable image in Yan Yaoqin's memory.His heart was pounded violently by the guilt and remorse brought about by this memory, it tightened, and he unconsciously held his breath and blurted out: "A...Yang..."

He fell into an endless swamp of algae. The rancid mud wrapped his feet, body, and throat, submerging him in it, unable to break free, unable to extricate himself.The hand holding the gun hangs down weakly, and the metal hits the floor with a "clang" sound, and sparks fly everywhere.

Why, why at that moment, his body, appearance, and facial features were all Yan Yusi, but his eyes, his expression, and his hard-to-find smile were all Zhuo Yang...

That night, Zhuo Yang started to have a fever.After taking two injections in a row, the fever still persisted.Yan Yuxing stayed in his room all the time, never leaving, watching the flow rate of the liquid medicine, and at the same time paying attention to his brother's breathing, for fear that he would fall ill in a coma and be in danger.

When Yan Yaoqin pushed the door to go in, Yan Yuxing stood up guardedly and stood in front of his father.Yan Yaoqin pushed it away without looking at it: "Get out."

Yan Yuxing didn't move, he was afraid that if he turned around, his father would take his younger brother's life.Although he knew very well that as long as it was what his father wanted to do, no matter whether he was there or not, it would not bring about any change.

Seeing that he did not follow the instructions, Yan Yaoqin called softly: "Zhang Chongjiu!"

The door opened at the sound, and Zhang Chongjiu went straight to Yan Yuxing, respectfully but firmly held the young master's shoulders, and "escorted" him out of the room.

The room was quiet, Yan Yaoqin looked at the boy on the bed, his face was flushed unnaturally, the place where he was beaten was swollen and high, and the five fingerprints were clearly visible.His eyes were tightly closed, but he was not sleeping soundly. The eyeballs kept moving under the eyelids, and the eyelashes trembled slightly, condensing into wisps of water vapor.

The high fever made him unconscious, and he babbled continuously.Yan Yaoqin hesitated for a moment, carefully sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and listened carefully.

"...Mom...he's so tall...with one move...we're all saved..."

"...don't take my ball...don't grab my ball..."

"... no thunder... Uncle Tom's wife... calling him..."

"... I know who it is... I know... I still have a... picture of him..."

The voice was intermittent, and the content was irrelevant, and it was impossible to hear what was being said.Yan Yaoqin stood up a little irritably, stared blankly at the night outside the window, thinking whether he should smoke a cigarette first.At this moment, he heard the hoarse murmur of the person on the bed: "Mom... Hornets are so scary... But it's okay... I will protect you... I'll help you get rid of it..."

These words were poured down like a basin of icy cold water, causing Yan Yaoqin's whole body to tremble suddenly, followed by a cold war.He wanted to take a step, but the soles of his feet were nailed to the ground, and he wanted to turn around, but there was a heavy weight on his shoulders.He tried his best to turn around again, staring at the boy on the bed motionless, his eyes almost popping out.

"You, what are you talking about? What wasp? You mean the wasp in the backyard? You...are you...Ayan?"

It must be, it must be Zhuo Yang!Otherwise, how would you know the story of the wasp!It was a conversation between their father and son, and no third person knew about it—the hornet's nest in the backyard was terrible, and his mother didn't dare to approach it. Zhuo Yang wanted to eliminate them, but he suffered a lot...

He is Zhuo Yang, that's right!He has Yan Yusi's face, but he is Zhuo Yang!

He doesn't like spicy food, he never falls when he walks, he smiles peacefully, and he and Bobby are intimate... It's really frustrating. I have thought this way countless times, and I think he is Zhuo Yang. Why don't you believe it? What about my intuition!

Yan Yaoqin rushed to the bed in three steps at a time and almost tripped over himself. He knelt by the bed, put his hands on the boy's shoulders, and held him tightly, not daring to let go.He didn't know how Zhuo Yang appeared in this body, he was afraid that if he let go, Zhuo Yang's soul would leave him again.

Only after losing it once did I realize how precious and hard to let go of the seemingly simple and ordinary boy in the past.

"Are you Ayan? I'm Papa! I'm Papa!"

Zhuo Yang's eyebrows were tightly locked together, his body twisted and refused to settle down, and his chapped lips moved slightly: "Dad..." He shook his head in confusion, and seemed to be moaning weakly in more pain: "I no... dad... no dad..."

Large and large tears fell down the cheeks "fluttering" and quickly wet the entire pillow.He tried to open his eyes, trying to wake himself up, but it didn't work at all, only more tears poured out.

"Don't cry, don't cry!" Yan Yaoqin hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe, but the tears flowed more and more, and no matter how much he wiped, he couldn't wipe them clean.The thin and small body couldn't stop struggling, and his hands and feet twitched. Yan Yaoqin quickly hugged him and comforted him in a low voice: "It's okay, it's okay, Ayang, you are dreaming, you are having a nightmare, you will be fine soon, wait for you When you wake up, everything will be fine!"

Ayang, you have always been the strongest person, you can't cry but laugh!Smile when you are happy, laugh when you are sad, laugh when you are embarrassed, and laugh when you are disappointed. Even the last expression left in this world when facing death is also a smile!Why are you crying, why are you crying so miserably, as if you want to use up all the tears in your life...

"Good boy, Dad knows you're wronged, don't cry, okay? Don't cry..." Yan Yaoqin was a little at a loss.He can easily control the situation on the island, turn his hands into clouds, turn his hands into rain, but he can't comfort a crying child.In other words, he was not qualified to comfort the child at all.

Kacha, Kacha, Kacha, the hands of the clock reversed rapidly, every scene, every sentence, flowed like water in front of Yan Yaoqin's eyes, and those voices rang out in his ears...

In the hospital, he didn't insist on asking what Zhuo Yang said before he died... On the phone, he allowed Kang Yuzhu to destroy the cooperation plan with Zhuo's family... Before the grave, he openly denounced Zhuo Yun's past All kinds of things...Just now, he used this hand to slap Zhuo Yang...almost killed him again...

Yan Yaoqin clenched his fist and slammed it on the wall behind the bed, leaving some bright red marks.

Zhuo Yang's tears hung on his eyelashes, crystal clear, reflecting the shining lights.Yan Yaoqin suddenly had a feeling that this child was like a drop of water, which might evaporate at any time.This made him afraid to speak or breathe with trepidation, for fear that if he was not careful, the drop of water would drip, dry and dissipate.

What should I do, how can I protect your little drop of water longer and better?