Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

The taste of blood was like rusty ironware, cloudy and salty, with a shuddering chill.

The entire piece of bright red liquid turned into countless sticky worms, attached to the surface of the skin, spread along the fingers, hair tips, limbs, and torso, entangled people in it, penetrated the body through pores, Crush the bones and gnaw the heart and liver.

For a moment, Yan Yaoqin felt that he had fallen into the heavy and dark deep sea, and the unresolved sense of guilt was like lead weights bound to his feet, sinking him...to sinking...

This man who spent half of his life in a bloody storm, this man who stepped on countless resentful souls and soared upwards, fled in front of death for the first time.He strode to the door of the gallery, breathing greedily like a drowning man, and told himself forcefully, you are Yan Yaoqin, you can't have weakness, you can't have depression, and you can't have sadness, tears, regret, or panic!

Yan Yusi, who was out of danger, was placed on a white stretcher car, cared for by a group of medical staff, and sent to the emergency car with blue lights.

The planner of the reception, Yan Yaoqin's sister-in-law Kang Yuzhu, was isolated by the police in a safe area along with the guests after the accident.After the restriction was lifted, she rushed to check on Yan Yusi's condition immediately, and then turned her head to look at Yan Yaoqin with a dark complexion from a distance. She wanted to say something, but she was shocked under his cold eyes, hesitated for a long time, and finally brought up the long-term The skirt on the ground boarded the ambulance with Yan Yusi, and drove to the hospital with the siren whistling.

Yan Yaoqin watched the white car go away with a complicated expression.

Back then when Kang Yurou was dying, she grabbed his hand and begged, saying that she made a thousand mistakes, and she alone should bear it, and she should not blame the child no matter what.Unable to bear to see her dying in peace, Yan Yaoqin reluctantly made an oath, promising to raise Yan Yusi healthily, and to protect him for the rest of his life.Now, finally, the oath is not violated, and she is worthy of her company for so many years regardless of status.

Kindness is the most important thing, like a shackle, once carried on the body, it cannot be repaid.

Although the police strictly blocked the news, they could not prevent the keen sense of the media. Not long after the gun battle started, a large group of reporters gathered outside the cordon, waiting with long guns and short guns.

The unknown tabloid paparazzi got together and chatted unscrupulously, exchanging information.

The young girl of the newcomer inquired diligently: "It is said that Yan Yaoqin has a son who is not his own. I don't know if it is the one who died or the one who survived?"

The young junior with the camera on his shoulders hastily asserted: "Since Yao Zai was chosen at the critical moment, then the second young master must not be his own."

"Nonsense, isn't the Yan family always the Second Young Master's favorite? He is the recognized successor of the Yan family!" The gossip anchor holding the microphone gave a blank look.

The old Xingzun, with a cigarette in his mouth, taught the younger generation: "Silly thread, how can you explain this kind of big family affairs clearly? Look at Yan Sheng's expression, it doesn't matter. If the one who died was the real prince, how could he be so serious?" It doesn't hurt or itch!"

The people around seemed to have dug up the truth, and they all showed a look of sudden realization.

Yan Yaoqin encountered such gossip and gossip every day.The so-called eating salty fish can satisfy thirst, since one is in a high position, one cannot avoid being talked about by the public. This is one of the costs of fame and fortune.It's just that today, it sounds like a thorn in my throat.

Yan Yaoqin turned around, waved his hand to the gallery in a general way, and told Zan Wu at the side: "Leave this to you." He glanced at the chattering crowd under the steps, and frowned in disgust, "I don't want to get up early tomorrow morning. The whole island is talking about my family!"

Zan Wu nodded knowingly: "Yes, I know what to do, Mr. Yan."

Yan Yaoqin didn't repeat himself, and walked out.A group of bodyguards quickly guarded the surroundings.After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt that something was missing. The personal bodyguard Zhang Chongjiu, who always stayed by his side, didn't keep up.

Turning his head to look, the big man was still stubbornly standing beside Zhuo Yang, with no sadness or sadness visible on his resolute face like a knife chopping an axe, but he remained motionless as if angry, as if silently protesting.

For Yan Yaoqin, Zhang Chongjiu is not only a bodyguard, but also a confidant, a shield, a steel knife, and one of the few people who can be completely trusted.For a long time, that guy had almost no will of his own. As long as the boss issued an order, he never disobeyed or hesitated. Today, he made an exception for Zhuo Yang and a dead body.

Zhang Chongjiu is different from Zanwu and Awan, he doesn't know how to judge words and expressions, he doesn't know how to flatter him, and he always just does his own job well.He has great respect for the young master, and is tolerant of the young master. As for Zhuo Yang... Both of them are silent by nature and rarely communicate with each other. How can there be any relationship?

Eyes narrowed slightly, many trivial moments jumped into Yan Yaoqin's mind.when was thatI just remember that at the red wine auction, Zhang Chongjiu, an idiot in a suit and leather shoes, didn't understand wine tasting etiquette, and wiped out the mouthwash brought by the waiter in one go.Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yang burst out laughing, and said mischievously in Zhang Chongjiu's ear with a volume just audible to others: "Brother Chongjiu, I have given up on the bet on doing a scandal in public, and the meal that will be used as a bet later, don't be afraid of it." Too expensive to choose!"

A few words can turn the embarrassment caused by ignorance into a harmless joke, which is Zhuo Yang's consistent understanding and tact.

Perhaps there are many similar small favors, but they are too insignificant and commonplace, so that no one will pay attention to them.But Zhang Chongjiu kept it in his heart and never forgot.For some people, just the right understanding and help in isolation is more precious than giving him money and rights.

Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang, you are always good at winning people's hearts. A wooden man like Zhang Chongjiu, with a wooden heart, was won over by you, even my heart of stone...

Really clever!

You are so capable, why didn't you rescue yourself this time!Why not live well!

A certain soft place in his heart was stabbed, Yan Yaoqin held back his displeasure: "Okay, you stay here and send him off for the last time..."

Under the questioning eyes of everyone, Yan Yaoqin walked out of the scene indifferently.The doors closed and they drove out slowly one by one.Leaving the noisy media reporters behind, but also drifting away from shocking injuries and deaths.

Yan Yaoqin suddenly felt discomfort in his hands, astringent, as if he was wearing gloves made of tree bark, when he looked up, his fingers were scarlet.He took out his handkerchief and wiped it carefully.The bloodstain had already solidified and was difficult to remove, almost rubbing off layers of skin.

Inadvertently, the handkerchief was blown by the wind and floated out of the window. Yan Yaoqin froze for a moment and shouted, "Stop!"

The driver, Awan, reacted quickly, stepped on it, and the wheels scraped against the ground, creaking with sparks.

Yan Yaoqin opened the car door eagerly, but was awakened by Ah Wan's words "Mr. Yan", and he quickly returned to normal, sitting upright with no expression on his face.Awan tacitly got out of the car and ran over, picked up the handkerchief, respectfully handed it to Yan Yaoqin, then got back into the car, closed the door, started it, and set off...

The boss has a lot of money, so naturally he would not spare a small handkerchief.But this handkerchief was different. It was stained with his son's blood.Awan pursed his lips unconsciously. Mr. Yan did not allow Zhuo Yang's blood to be on his body, but he refused to give up the handkerchief with his blood on it. As a driver who has been with him for 20 years, he understands this thought, but he is not so sure. clear.

Throughout the afternoon, Yan Yaoqin dealt with documents and general affairs non-stop.He needs a lot of work to distract his attention and numb his nerves, so that he has no energy to recall, think and feel.

But in fact, he overestimated his endurance after all.A thought keeps circling in my mind - what if Zhuo Yang was the first child to be rescued at that time?Maybe it still can't change his fate of going to death, but at least...he should leave with joy...

The journey home became long and difficult.On the way, you will inevitably pass the small sports field where the father and son had a long talk.

Still dusk, still no one, still silent.

The mist rises and covers the middle of the mountain like a dream.In the shadows, a pair of father and son can be vaguely seen running and playing in the arena. The child looks like eight or nine years old, and his movements are clumsy and cute. The father is also very young. In front of his son, he looks taller and more powerful.

It is a very happy and proud thing to have a father to play with me... Who said this?Oh, it's Zhuo Yang.Yan Yaoqin's vision was a little fuzzy, it was... Last September, NO.13, Zhuo Yang's birthday.

Now I remember this day, but people are gone, so what's the use of remembering?

Zhuo Yang, you must regret it now, regretting that this man named Yan Yaoqin is your father...

After dinner, Yan Yaoqin hid in the study.Holding a thick stack of materials, I worked hard to read them.

A phone call from Zhang Chongjiu stirred up the mood he was trying to calm down again: "Mr. Yan, the bullet on the back of the second young master has been taken out. It is a Belgian-made SS90 high-speed bullet with a caliber of 5.7mm. The police and the kidnappers use both. A .[-] revolver..."

In other words, the people who shot at Zhuo Yang were not those gangsters at all!

Yan Yaoqin's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said into the phone in a low voice: "Do as you want, just leave the result to me, don't make a fuss. And A Biao, get him out of the police station, I will deal with it myself !" The tone was always flat, blunt and indifferent, but before hanging up the phone, he added softly, "Chongjiu, thank you for doing this for Zhuo Yang!"

It wasn't until late at night that the young master Yan Yuxing rushed home, carrying the pungent smell of disinfectant all over his body.He has always loved his younger brother the most, no doubt he has just returned from the hospital.

Yan Yaoqin sat in his large leather seat, raised his eyelids, and asked lightly, "How is Yu Si?"

The changes in this day made Yan Yuxing feel heavy: "I just woke up, and my spirits are not very good. The doctor said that I need to stay in the hospital for observation for a while. But Ayang, next..."

"I'll leave it to you." Yan Yaoqin waved his hand wearily.

As the eldest son of the family, Yan Yuxing has already grown up, and he has long been in charge of his own affairs.It's just that the events behind my younger brother's death are unusual after all, and I still need to consider asking my father for advice: "About the funeral... what is Dad's plan?"

"You decide. If you have any questions, discuss it with Caiyi. Ayang didn't like excitement before he was alive, so keep everything simple." Yan Yaoqin randomly took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, wiped the lighter vigorously twice, but it didn't ignite. Annoyed, he crumpled the cigarette into a ball and threw it into the ashtray.

Yan Yuxing sensed that his father was not in the right mood. He knew very well that it was the best choice to withdraw honestly at this moment, but there were some things that were too involved to decide on his own: "Father, the Zhuo family..."

Before he could finish the question, Yan Yaoqin's pent-up fire had been provoked for no reason. He threw the teacup on the ground with a "snap" and smashed it to pieces: "I told you to do it! You don't understand me!" words?"

Yan Yuxing was shocked, a little at a loss.In my impression, my father is the best at controlling his emotions. He has never shown his emotions and anger. He has not seen Yan Yaoqin who threw things and yelled like this for many years.Could it be because of Zhuo Yang that he lost control?Was that poor little brother more than just a target?

Yan Yuxing thought to himself, and retreated to the door silently, but was stopped by Yan Yaoqin from behind: "Ah Xing, why didn't you attend today's reception?"

"Father, didn't you ask me to take care of Mr. Hu from America? He's on the plane this afternoon." Yan Yuxing answered truthfully.After walking a few steps, I was suddenly startled, thinking that my father had always been very suspicious and acted fiercely, a drop of cold sweat silently slipped from his temples.

The door was closed again, Yan Yaoqin sighed silently, the more he wanted to avoid everything related to Zhuo Yang, the more he couldn't avoid it.

There was a sound of wheels downstairs, and Zan Wu directed the staff to move a painting-like item and handed it to the housekeeper Ling Caiyi.After a while, there were sparse footsteps coming from the big room at the end of the corridor.Immediately, the seemingly absent smell of turpentine entered the study through the crack of the door.

Yan Yaoqin put his hand in the pocket of his suit and touched the note paper intentionally or unintentionally.What Zan Wu sent back should be the gift Zhuo Yang mentioned.After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't help but walked towards the empty room full of moonlight.

The painting is placed on the easel by the window, and when the silk covering is lifted, one can see at a glance that the person in the painting is himself.That self looked much younger, much handsomer, with a smug look and a bright smile.The man himself was wearing a silver-gray suit and a crimson men's scarf.

Maybe this is the father in Zhuo Yang's imagination. In his eyes, his father is a great hero, a king, majestic and kind...

Yan Yaoqin couldn't help but reached out and touched it, not wanting to rub a hand of oil paint, it was red and blood-stained.

Was that what Zhuo Yang said?Poppy oil is added to the thick color layer, it will dry very slowly, especially red, it may take half a year to dry completely...

It turned out that he had said so many things to himself, why didn't he feel it before?Such professional and uncommon content, unexpectedly also remembered.Three years have passed since Zhuo Yang came to Yan's house at the age of 14.In three years, how many traces will a living person leave behind?

It is a process that the paint changes from wet to dry, the emotion changes from light to strong, and the concern changes from less to more.Because it is too long and too slow to be noticed.

When I finally understand, the painting is destroyed, the people are gone, and everything is empty.

Under the large and heavy dragon and phoenix bed, there was a slight rustling sound.Following the prestige, a fluffy and fat tail dangled from the shadows.It was Zhuo Yang's puppy named Bobby.When he first came here, he was like a little hairball, poking his head out of Zhuoyang's backpack and looking around curiously.Now it is as tall as a person standing up.

Yan Yaoqin took a step closer, Bobby flapped his paws and shrank inward, for fear of being chased away.Because Yan Yusi has asthma, he can't touch the fur of animals. He usually lives in the dog house in the backyard. He must have not seen his owner today, so he sneaked in following the smell and hid here to wait.

Under the rippling and flowing moonlight, one person and one dog were relatively silent. For a long time, Yan Yaoqin asked it in a low voice: "Bobby, Zhuo Yang is gone, do you... miss him?"

"Wow..." Bobby stared at his dark round eyes, confused, half understanding.

Yan Yaoqin nodded: "I also... miss him a little..."