Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

Hearing the involuntary "Ayang", Zhuo Yang stretched his eyebrows and smiled nonchalantly: "Father, there is no such thing as Zhuo Yang in the world. The A Yang you mentioned has been turned into ashes and buried deep in the ground. "

Yan Yaoqin's face froze, and his smile gradually faded away.The eyes that were naturally sharp like a blade lacked the embellishment of a smile, and looked cold and cold.Opposite him, Zhuo Yang was as quiet as a deep pool, calm and undisturbed, and there were some monsters hidden in the dark bottom of the pool, which could attract people's souls into it.

The blade slashed across the water surface, wrinkled slightly, and returned to a dead silence again.The father and son looked at each other for a long time, seeming to be facing each other in silence, or talking silently.

In the end, Yan Yaoqin said to himself in a low voice: "Very good, very good, I am worrying about how to speak, this is the best way. Yes, whatever I do, even if I don't say it, my Ayang will How can you not see through it?"

Zhuo Yang pursed his lips, looked at Yan Yaoqin's slightly frustrated face, his eyes were blunt and firm: "Then how does daddy plan to deal with me... a monster who has resurrected from a dead body?"

Facing the young man who refused people for thousands of miles at the moment, Yan Yaoqin's throat was dry, and he said helplessly: "Ayang, come to the study with Dad, and I will show you something."

His strong arms wrapped around Zhuo Yang's shoulders, holding him in his arms, leading him all the way into the study, and locking the door.Yan Yaoqin half-supported and half-hugged him and placed him on the sofa, took out the remote control with his hand back, and tapped the power, a snowflake was flying and rustling on the opposite screen, and then the interior scene of the Toronto Gallery appeared...

Zhuo Yang stiffened unconsciously, and grabbed Yan Yaoqin's palm: "Father, what are you doing?" His brows were tightly furrowed, and the blood color slowly faded from his face.

Yan Yaoqin took away his son's hand as gently as possible, put it away gently, held Zhuo Yang's shoulders with both hands, and said clearly: "A Yang, I know you will be very painful when you see those pictures later, and Dad will also I can't bear to make you feel bad. But you have to trust Dad, after reading it, you will find that things are not what you thought!"

Zhuo Yang stood up abruptly, shook off Yan Yaoqin and walked out the door.I didn't want my father to grab my arm in time, and when I pulled it back, I was stuffed back into the sofa effortlessly.He was a little anxious, bit his lip and twisted fiercely, trying to get rid of this embarrassing situation.

But Yan Yaoqin's hands were like metal pliers, and no matter how hard he struggled, he remained motionless: "Ayang, can you be good? Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. A sick person always needs to be operated on to remove the lesion in order to recover as soon as possible. Dad is for your own good. , the suffocation stays in my heart all the time, and I will get sick if I hold it in!"

"I'm not sullen! I just... just don't want to see myself like that again!" Died once is enough!I really don't want to recall that feeling of despair!Watching my life end like this, I can no longer hear, see, try, feel, or think. I am so desperate!

But the body was restrained, and the words of pleading could not be uttered no matter what.Relying on Yan Yusi's poor body, he couldn't hold on for long.Zhuo Yang gasped and collapsed on the sofa, and smiled weakly: "Well, at least...you can give me a glass of wine, right?"

After a little consideration, Yan Yaoqin got up and poured a small glass of milder red wine, and handed it to his son.Zhuo Yang struggled to control his slightly trembling hand due to loss of strength, took it and drank it all in one gulp.The aftertaste of the wine is rippling between the lips and teeth, but it paralyzes the nerves very slowly.He raised his head and leaned quietly on the back of the sofa, waited for a while, and then handed the cup back to Yan Yaoqin: "How about another cup?"

The words of refusal were clearly on his lips, but the father finally succumbed to his son's wishes.In the gaze that looked over, there was an imperceptible little prayer, which made it hard to refuse.Yan Yaoqin likes this feeling so much, is this called connivance and doting?It's fascinating.

After drinking the second glass of wine little by little, Zhuo Yang's face finally flushed slightly.Fortunately, Yan Yusi never drank alcohol in the past, just two glasses of red wine were enough to relax his tense body and mind.

Yan Yaoqin carefully observed his son's expression and saw that he seemed to be fully prepared, so he pressed the power switch.The screen suddenly lit up, and the video started from the police stationing in the gallery, and then Yan Yaoqin led people to the scene, discussed the rescue plan with Inspector Guo, and contacted the hostage-taking bandits in the temporary command room.After that, the technicians connected all the monitoring equipment in the room, and two teenagers appeared on the screen.

As if being scalded, Zhuo Yang shrank back suddenly, clenched his fists with both hands, supported his body, and tried to maintain a steady breathing.Yan Yaoqin paid close attention to his son's condition and was ready to rescue him at any time.

The lower part of the lens is blocked by the protruding colonnade, and the field of view is very narrow.Only through the gap between the wall decoration and the curtain can the upper bodies of the boys be barely observed.Amidst the smoky atmosphere, a boy looked weak and helpless, but clean and tidy. A boy's face was red and purple, and he was struggling to breathe.

Zhuo Yang seemed to have figured out something, his brows were full of bitterness, and he shook his head slowly.

The kidnappers clamored to pay the money with one hand and hand over the person with the other. As for which one to save first, it was up to Yan Yaoqin to decide... That Zhuo Yang raised his head, tried to find the location of the camera equipment, and moved his lips to say something that no one could hear.That Yan Yusi opened his mouth wide in vain, his chest heaved violently, and he looked like he might die at any moment.Finally, Yan Yaoqin made his decision, he said...the younger one...

Zhuo Yang didn't read any more. He knew what happened next better than anyone else, and it was printed in his mind stroke by stroke with a carving knife.He buried his head deeply between his knees, shrunk into a small snail, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and there was no sound for a long time.Yan Yaoqin rubbed his back with his palm, and asked softly: "Ayang, is there any discomfort in the trachea? Try to relax! Dad is by my side."

I don't know how much time has passed, Zhuo Yang raised his head again, bloodshot eyes appeared in the corners of his eyes, and said exhaustedly: "Thank you...for letting me see this. Don't say anything, your choice is right, what would you do instead? I will do the same."

Yan Yaoqin breathed out a long sigh of relief: "Ayang, Dad never thought of giving up on you, not even the slightest thought! At that time, I thought that Yan Yusi was dying, and I thought that if I didn't save him, he would have an asthma attack And died. In the eyes of Dad, you have always been a calm and strong son who can take care of yourself under any circumstances. I thought I was sure that I could rescue you safely. It was Dad's fault for not protecting you well, Ming I knew that Yan Yusi didn't like you, so I didn't take precautions. Because of my carelessness, you suffered a lot! You... don't blame Dad, please? Forgive me, please?"

The effect of the alcohol gradually came into play, Zhuo Yang's movements were a little slow, his eyelids drooped, covering his deep eyes, and he calmly replied, "If I say, I didn't blame you, would you believe it?"

Yan Yaoqin was taken aback, and his eyes widened in disbelief: "Ayang, are you serious?"

The corners of Zhuo Yang's mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled with relief: "Things in the world have many sides, and no one can see them all. After experiencing a death, I saw many things that I couldn't see before. When I woke up in the hospital, I suddenly changed. Became the person I hated all the time, faced a strange father and brother, attended my own funeral, learned the real cause of death, and received everything you did on Jiyu Island... During this period of time, I experienced more than ten years ago. The years add up to more, and I think too much, and my brain is almost exhausted. Speaking of which, who am I to blame you? My birth was not what you wanted, and a teenage boy appeared out of nowhere Son, anyone will find it difficult to accept it. A child who came into the world because of conspiracy and calculations, what qualifications does he have to ask for his father's favor?"

"A Yang, it's not what you think..." Yan Yaoqin wanted to explain, but Zhuo Yang waved his hand lightly and stopped him.

The young man leaned back on the sofa softly, kneading the space between his brows with the knuckles of his fingers, looking at the ceiling and whispering: "I have no interest in the matter between you and mother, so I don't need to explain. I am neither you, It's not her, and I have no position to assert who is right or wrong. I was born into this world by chance, and I happened to have a father named Yan Yaoqin, and a mother named Zhuo Yun. Living in this world, only I want Be responsible for your own life, aren't you? There are many roads in front of me, and there is no one that I have to take. I want to try the taste of being a father, I want to go back to Yan's family to live, and I want to be loved by you , This is all my own choice. I got it, I have a clear conscience, if I don’t get it, it’s my own fault, and it has nothing to do with you. The person who kidnapped me was not you, and the person who killed me was not you. I don’t need your apology, nor There is no need to forgive. Dad, there is no need to do this on purpose, it is meaningless."

Yan Yaoqin was concentrating on his son's words, obviously every word was clear and combined, but it seemed that he couldn't understand it.He half squatted in front of Zhuo Yang, grasping the boy's abnormally cold hands in his palms, trying to warm them up with his own body temperature: "A Yang, Dad knows this is angry. If you don't mind, you won't have a fever You cried so miserably when you were in a coma. I know you are a strong kid, and you don’t want to show weakness. Don’t worry, Dad was negligent in the past, and he will definitely protect you in the future, and won’t let you suffer or suffer a little bit. Dad will compensate you with all the fatherly love you owed from birth to now!"

"Have I ever cried? I don't know about myself, what a disgrace!" Zhuo Yang smiled shyly, his big black and white eyes filled with mist when he was slightly drunk, "No wonder, it was when I had a fever that I said Is there something you shouldn't have said... Fortunately, it's like this. If you ask me who I am now, I really can't answer, and I will find it difficult to say."

His expression was gloomy for a while, and then he raised the corner of his mouth stubbornly: "Forget it, I have cried before, so don't mention it again. I don't know how many people in the world have tried the taste of death. Even if you say it, you can't say it." No one can understand. Don’t waste time doing anything else, life is my own, how can I treat myself badly? You see, I can live again after dying once, which proves that my vitality is tenacious enough. No matter how deep the wound is, Sooner or later, there will always be a scab and healed day, please father... don't open it again..."

Yan Yaoqin felt as if an invisible wall had been erected in front of him, separating father and son cleanly.This reminded him of the bound glass fish tank in Zhuo Yang's mouth. The goldfish can see the whole world clearly, but they can never reach it.

At this moment, they were facing each other, and their hearts were exposed without hindrance, but they could no longer fit together.

Yan Yaoqin felt irritated in his heart.He took out a cigarette, hoping that the nicotine in the tobacco could help him calm down, and suddenly remembered that Zhuo Yang was by his side, so he had no choice but to crumble the cigarette into a ball and throw it into the trash can.In desperation, he smiled wryly and sighed: "No wonder, you deliberately refused to go to Toronto with your father to see the redecorated gallery. I was not thoughtful enough. Ayan, don't be so resistant Okay? Don't have any worries, leave everything to Dad, let me take good care of you. In fact, it's not that Dad doesn't like you all the time, Dad just..."

"Oh, really? Dad said yes, that's right. Maybe I misunderstood." Zhuo Yang smiled calmly, and the smile was a little trance, "I'm just curious, the Zhuo Yang that Dad likes is the real me , or what you see me? Three years, how much do you know about me?"

How could I not know my ayan!Those bits and pieces about his son are presented in Yan Yaoqin's mind one by one, the colors he likes, the food he likes to eat, the books he often reads...

"You must want to say, 'Why don't I know Zhuo Yang', right?" Zhuo Yang raised his eyebrows, stared at the three-foot void in front of him, shook his head slowly, and smiled lightly, "I do often wear Warm and sober beige, do I like it? Not at all. Just because Dad always chooses that color for his bedding, pajamas, and lounge shirts. The choices a person makes in the most intimate places are the real hair. I like it from the bottom of my heart, so my father liked the color at that time. Every time I go out to eat, I always order ginger milk and pineapple oil, which is often laughed at by Yan Yusi. It is not my favorite food. You must not remember , when you first came back to Yan’s house, you once took us three brothers to taste a time-honored restaurant that was about to close down. Near the middle school where your father studied, maybe what you miss is not only food, but also the carefree childhood. So I always hope that through continuous attempts, I can help you find the taste in your memory. You Thought I liked Agatha's books? Actually, I'm not a fan of mystery literature. I'm not interested in either Poirot or Miss Marpe. Yeah, I read all of her works, and that's just Because, you once treasured one of her manuscripts...Of course, I did these things according to my own wishes, and you don't need to have any burdens at all. I just want to tell Dad that I am very duplicity The person you like, Ayan, is not me. Stop trying to make me happy, it will only make me realize my futility and make me feel more frustrated."

"Yes, you are right. Actually, I don't know you at all..." Yan Yaoqin paced back and forth on the carpet silently, with heavy steps.He was so eager to show his thoughts to his son that he unconsciously turned up his volume a bit, "So what if I don't understand? I can get to know you again! It doesn't matter how much time it takes! Ayang, Dad likes you, really I like you very much, stop thinking about it, and stay with Dad with peace of mind, okay?"

"Really like it? How much is this kind of like worth? Dad, if I ask you to hand over the entire Yan family to me now, is it okay?" Before Yan Yaoqin could react, he laughed out loud, "Don't Mind, I'm just joking. I don't know anything about business, and I never thought about getting Dad's property. There are many things, it's best not to say it lightly, because it's too heavy, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it. "

Yan Yaoqin understands that there is nothing more to be sad than to die.He can say these words easily without changing his face, it seems that he really has no attachment to this family and his father.

Zhuo Yang looked at Yan Yaoqin's face, and after a while, he nodded with a smile: "Okay, okay, whether it's anxiety, guilt, or compensation. If Dad really likes me, he should satisfy my ideals and wishes, right? I have lived in Lidao for a long time, which makes people uncomfortable. I want to go out for a walk, go to Australia, France, or Italy, and want to study art professionally. As a father who likes children, this requirement can always be satisfied ?”

The irritability in Yan Yaoqin's heart became more and more intense. In one day, he almost used up all the explanations and confessions in his previous life.This way of speaking and acting that doesn't belong to him is consuming his little patience.In the end, he took a deep breath, suppressed his boredom, and forced a smile: "Ayang, I know, if you really want to leave, no one will be able to keep you. If you want to study, you can study design. Whether you want to study painting, Dad can help you apply for the school you like. I also know that you can be financially independent, but don’t forget that you are only 15 years old now, and many things need to be authorized by your guardian. Even if you want to leave , at least until the sixteenth birthday. Besides..."

He gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and said carefully: "These days on the island, you can still read the news, right? You must have noticed that the Zhuo family has been making frequent moves recently. Form an industry alliance and talk about common advancement and retreat. In the final analysis, it is nothing more than seeing that the Yan family has been in close contact with the Tongsheng Association recently, and they want to cooperate in the boat gambling business, and want to take the opportunity to retaliate. For you, I can tolerate them, even to a certain extent But you have to understand that although I am the head of the family, the interests of the Yan family are not only related to me. I am afraid that if I don’t do it, someone will do it. If things really get big, the only one who suffers in the end will be It's the Zhuo family. If you want to leave, at least you have to solve this big trouble before you leave."

He knows Zhuo Yang well, and what can hold him back now is the little family affection left.

Zhuo Yang watched him finish speaking quietly, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Father, I'm afraid this last paragraph is what you really want to say. Who else is more useful than me when dealing with uncle and grandpa!"

This kind of arrogant tone made people stunned, Yan Yaoqin couldn't imagine that it was said from the mouth of that docile and intelligent little fox.He analyzed patiently: "Ayang, you are angry, I don't care about you. If you want to think of me this way, you can do as you please. Even if I am for the Yan family, but if I handle the relationship between the Zhuo and Yan families well, It's good for you and your uncle."

Zhuo Yang rubbed his wet eyes, and smiled coldly: "Yes, grandpa and uncle are my important relatives, and I can't just stand by and watch people bully them. I have been in Yan's house for three years. I know exactly what kind of attitude everyone treats me. In the past, I just endured it, not because I was afraid, but because I didn’t want unnecessary disputes to disturb me from pursuing my ideal life. Now it’s different, I’m Yan Yusi, In the face of threats, Dad should be able to imagine what Yan Yusi can do? You can be like a child, ignorant and self-willed! Of course, I am still young and have no skills, but I have been with Dad for three years. Here There are a lot of things in his head..." He stretched out his index finger and nodded his head, "Those hours, numbers, conversations... are full of stuff. I don't understand, I don't understand at all, but I think, outside Naturally someone will understand... Dad, if I were you, I would definitely try to send this Yan Yusi Zhuo Yang away, otherwise, I will regret it one day..."

Yan Yaoqin was slightly taken aback, this child seemed to be a little different from what he remembered.Yes, no matter how docile the little fox is, he also has his fangs and sharp claws.

Well, Ayan, let's each use our own abilities to protect the most important person to us.

It seemed that Zhuo Yang hadn't finished speaking, but his body gradually became dizzy under the influence of alcohol, he staggered and leaned on the armrest, and slowly closed his eyes.Yan Yaoqin silently looked at Zhuo Yang, who appeared drunk, without saying a word, just lightly took out a blanket, covered Zhuo Yang's body, sat next to him, hugged him in his arms, and carefully supported his head with his hands, Lean on your shoulders.

This feeling is very enjoyable.

The sun climbed higher and higher from the window, rising into the air little by little.The shadow moved from the left to the right, and the father and son cuddled together until they were completely covered in sunlight.

As long as you hug her tightly like this, you won't be able to run away!What a precious little pawn Ayan is!This time, hold it, and never let it go!Never let go!