Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

The father and son first met in the ICU ward.

The pale walls are like a tomb, imprisoning Zhuo Yun's body eroded by cancer.The face that was once bright and glamorous was as dry as dried wax, and the skin was damaged and dilapidated, which could hardly cover the fragile bones and dry blood vessels.She was still alive, but she exuded the musty and rotten smell of the corpse early, and even she hated herself.

Every time she was rescued from the edge of hell and opened her eyes, she would always ask Zhuo Yang viciously and full of resentment: "Why don't I die! Why don't you let me die! I want to keep my ugly appearance for the sake of my life." Do people ridicule and despise?"

Zhuo Yun just squeezed her fingertips gently: "Mom, I love you."

So the hostility on Zhuo Yun's face dissipated, and he fell asleep again.What kept her alive was no longer breathing, pulse, or heartbeat, but the strangely shaped cold machine beside the bed.

The green light spots on the screen rise and fall, dragging out a series of regular broken lines, tick, tick, tick... as if the god of death is counting down.

Finally one day, Yan Yaoqin came.

When he pushed the door open, the clear morning light came in from where he was standing, and the lifeless space suddenly opened up.

In the dark corners, the golden patterns on the crystal cups, the delicate knots on the silk curtains, the light yellow powder dotted on the lily petals, the diamond-shaped acrylic buttons on the front of the windbreaker... They all came alive in an instant.The clock is turning, the air conditioner is shaking, and the instrument is ringing, forming a minuet full of rhythm... This is like a dream, with the dense water vapor from the crystal dew.

God said, let there be light, and there will be light.In the world of 14-year-old Zhuo Yang, Yan Yaoqin is his God.

In Zhuo Yang's eyes, Yan Yaoqin had stylish and stylish clothes, a calm and relaxed walking posture, and crisp and neat gestures.His voice was neither high nor low, his enunciation was clear and concise, and every sentence he uttered was light but powerful.When sitting upright, one leg will be elegantly placed on the other, shoulders will be firmly erected, hands and fingers will be crossed and clasped on knees, solemn and majestic like a majestic emperor in a palace...

Everything is strikingly similar to Zhuo Yang's imaginary father.He attributed this to the tacit understanding between father and son.Because the same blood flows, I know everything about you.

On the last night before his death, Zhuo Yun, who had been bedridden for a long time, suddenly sat up and looked at Zhuo Yang with piercing eyes, as if he wanted to impress him deeply into his eyes from head to toe.

She said Zhuo Yang, in fact, your father is not as bad as I said.I called him hateful and called him an asshole because...he doesn't belong to me, and no matter how hard he tries, he refuses to belong to me.

She said Zhuo Yang, your father won't like you.You are my son, everything about you is taught by me.He didn't like me back then, so naturally he wouldn't like you either.

She said Zhuo Yang, go and live with your father.What I can't do in this life, please help me to do it.Love him for me!

Zhuo Yang didn't speak, just smiled faintly, helping his mother comb her sparse and dry hair after chemotherapy, and helping her wipe her face that had long been out of human form.Then he kept silently guarding the bedside until [-]:[-] in the morning, when the flickering light spot finally weakened irretrievably, and finally, amidst the long and sharp beeping, it elongated and transformed into an endless straight line .

A straight line across, heaven and man separated.

Every day after living in Yan's house is novel and satisfying for Zhuo Yang.

You can walk along the gravel path that your father often walks, and walk barefoot leisurely; you can lie on the window where your father is used to concentrating on smoking and look at the scenery in the middle of the mountain; you can shrink into the sofa where your father occasionally takes a nap in the afternoon, and feel his smell; you can read what your father has read He carefully searched for the traces of the folded books, and guessed what he was thinking at that moment...

Zhuo Yang observed Yan Yaoqin's every move calmly, trying to match his preferences, trying to figure out his intentions, trying to study his taste...

This is the happiness that belongs to Zhuo Yang alone.This happiness is a little lonely, a little lonely, and a little unspeakable.

He can clearly see all doubts, temptations, and uses.When I feel frustrated, when my self-esteem is hurt, I will try to change my position and re-examine these issues from the perspective of Yan Yaoqin, so I can understand what I can't understand, and accept what is difficult to accept.

There has never been a single truth in the world that stipulates that as long as you give love, you will definitely get love.This is not a matter of course.

But Dad, can you give me a little bit of attention and see how much I look forward to your love!

After the Jiyu Island incident, Yan Yaoqin's attitude towards Zhuo Yang changed slightly.

Occasionally, I will take the initiative to ask him to travel, eat and chat with him.If there is any confidential talk, I no longer deliberately avoid him.Even certain words and deeds will take care of his feelings intentionally or unintentionally.Because of these small changes, Yan Yuxing was more polite to him, Yan Yusi was more disgusted with him, and Kang Yuzhu was more indifferent to him.

But compared with Dad, these people are nothing.

After that, Yan Yaoqin took him to Baiyan Peak to meet Lay Kong.That was the time when the layman asserted that Zhuo Yang and Yan Yusi would encounter catastrophe soon, and wrote a note to him saying, "You can live under the Hengmen, and it is futile to think about it today", warning him to be careful and be mistaken by cleverness.

Zhuo Yang heard these words, but didn't take them to heart.He thought that his life was moving towards an ideal state little by little, and he was immersed in the joy of fulfilling his long-cherished wish, and he refused to slow down easily.

Zhuo Yang sensitively discovered that the gallery was called "Ten Days", which was just right enough to be embedded in his own name.The time for the opening reception was set on the eve of his birthday.The transfer contract, which had been completed long ago, was brought back to the lawyer's office for revision, and he found an excuse to take away his ID card... Based on this, he boldly inferred that his father would probably give the gallery to himself as a gift.

He hid this speculation and expectation very well, pretending to be ignorant.Since Dad didn't reveal anything, he must be hoping to give himself a surprise.If this thought is seen through, Dad will also feel lost.

Many nights, after everyone else had gone to sleep, he would get up quietly and paint that portrait of Dad all night long.He wants to give this work to his father when the gallery opens.Because I paid too much attention to it, the painting was extremely difficult, and the color layer became thicker and thicker until the date approached, and the paint was not completely dry.

The dress was prepared very early. For a pair of matching cufflinks, he traveled all over the old handmade shops in the West District, trying to make every detail perfect and impeccable.He had to dress up so carefully that he couldn't see that he had deliberately dressed up at all.

He would even secretly practice facing the mirror in the bathroom. When his father announced his decision, what kind of smile should he show, so that he can fully express his gratitude and joy in a generous and decent manner.

In such waiting mixed with apprehension and excitement, the day I dreamed of came.

The lights were bright that day and the champagne was good.There was a small stone on the steps in front of the door, which he kicked away carefully.

After looking around countless times, Yan Yaoqin's black convoy still did not appear at the entrance of the alley.Zhuo Yang tried his best to keep a calm smile, but his heart began to feel anxious.Yan Yusi, Kang Yuzhu and others dragged him to say something, but he was completely out of his mind, so he never paid attention to the content of those words.It was rare for this little brother Yan Yusi to let go of his airs and get him a glass of wine with his own hands, but he even neglected the basic etiquette of thanking him.

Suddenly there was a noise from the direction of the gate, Zhuo Yang thought that Yan Yaoqin was coming, so he quickly lowered his head to check his appearance, carefully pulled the corners of his mouth a few times, and adjusted his slightly stiff expression.Only then did he raise his face again, and greeted him with vigor and vigor.

Unexpectedly, it was not his father who appeared in front of him, but an uninvited thug.

The crowd stood still for two seconds, boiling violently like an exploded pot, and the guests who were originally gentle and elegant began to scream and run away in a hurry.Flesh collided with flesh, forming a strong vortex, stirring Zhuo Yang in it, spinning the sky and the earth.His ears were filled with hoarse cries for help and clanking bullets.

In the chaos, someone hit his back hard with a hammer, and the whole person fell forward uncontrollably. After a short period of numbness, severe pain suddenly came, like countless sharp knives piercing through the flesh, provoking Broken bones, severed nerves, chopped internal organs... Zhuo Yang realized with horror that he might have been shot.A large amount of fresh and hot liquid gushed out from the hideous wound.

what do I do?will i dieDad, I'm so scared!

Just like that, he was lying on the cold ground pitifully, trampled by countless dirty soles.Several times I wanted to grit my teeth and prop up my arms to get up, but my body was completely out of control, and I couldn't even move my fingers.He could only watch helplessly as the bandits approached, and watched himself being picked up like a broken cloth bag, brought into the VIP room, and thrown beside Yan Yusi.

His mind was empty, his eyes were bright white, and there was obviously no wind, but he kept hearing the whistling of the wind.Only by relying on the support of the wall can we not fall down.The back and the ground were wet. At first I thought it was sweat, but it exuded the smell of rust. Looking carefully, it was bright red and thick.

The blood in a normal person's body accounts for [-]% of body weight.But this number is too abstract. Only when you see it with your own eyes will you know that you have so much blood.A series of red streams wind and flow, gradually converging into a sticky river beach.

The first thing to lose is body temperature, then consciousness, and then life.

Dad, I am in danger now, please show up quickly and help me support this world... Tell me not to worry... With you here...

The moment the gangster called out Yan Yaoqin's name, the dying Zhuo Yang was suddenly full of strength.Dad is coming, Dad is nearby!With Dad here, there is no need to take pictures, he has enough skills to easily solve all difficult problems!Even if life and death are at stake.

In order to let the blood flow more slowly, he kept the posture motionless.If he wanted to live, how could he die if he hadn't received his father's love, and hadn't become his father's most beloved child!

Hearing the gangster said that one person can be released first, Zhuo Yang once again stood in his father's place, examining everything in the VIP room.He was faintly worried, he had shed so much blood, it looked as if he was about to bleed dry, would his father think he was dead?Or will die soon?Would he feel that he has no hope of being saved, and just give up?

Yan Yusi was struggling desperately, but Zhuo Yang couldn't move anymore.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, and called out with the loudest voice he could: "Dad, save me! I can live...I want to live..."

One second, two seconds, three seconds... The waiting time is longer than a lifetime.

The moment the kidnapper walked towards Yan Yusi, Zhuo Yang understood everything.He suddenly felt extremely wronged.

Am I not good enough, Dad?Am I cuter, more sensible, and more understanding of father's emotions than Yan Yusi?Am I not a more precious child?Why give up on me?Why?Why?Why... the last bit of strength is exhausted, there is no hope anymore.Even knowing why is meaningless.

But dying like this is really not reconciled!

Everything around slowly fades and becomes transparent until it disappears.He was the only one left in the whole world, lying alone in a pool of still warm blood.In the void, a shadow walked over, without turning your head, just relying on the weight of your feet and the pace of your pace, you knew it was Dad.

Dad squatted down and took his hand. What is this for?farewellNo need.Death is eternal separation, eternal disappearance, eternal destruction.Because there is no chance to say goodbye, there is no need to say goodbye.

Facing the world, he gave a final chuckle, both relieved and self-deprecating, he broke his hand from Yan Yaoqin's, fell to the ground, and slowly closed his eyes.

Dad, do you know what is the biggest regret in my life?My biggest regret is... Forget it, anyway, you are... not interested in knowing...

The corpse turned into a pale body, and the soul floated out, suspended in the air, like a leaf swaying in the wind, light and floating, without direction or foundation.

The doctor said, "Mr. Yan, it is a wise choice to save the other child first."

Dad didn't speak, nodded and smiled calmly.

On the soles of his feet, the blood spread and slowly solidified, like a beautiful epiphyllum in the dark night.This flower only blooms once in a lifetime, but no one appreciates it.It was born in solitude and died in solitude.

In the dark, there was a huge force that sucked Zhuo Yang's soul, dragged it, pulled it, and fell down sharply.Darkness fell.

A woman's voice vaguely appeared next to her ear, indistinct but clearly caring and anxious.

Is it mom?Are you here to pick me up?Three years no see, how are you doing in another world?I've had a good time too... well, a little bad actually.You are right, Dad will not like me.Please take me away quickly.If you leave the sad place, you won't be sad anymore.

The woman's voice became a little more serious: "Yusi? Yusi? Can you hear me?"

Why, Yan Yusi is here too?Who is calling him?Why did this sound surround my ears, as the hot air from the opening and closing of my lips blew through the hair beside my ears, it was extremely itchy.

There was a warm light and shadow flashing in front of his eyes, and the sense of touch returned to his body. Zhuo Yang felt that he was lying on a soft bed, and his nasal cavity was filled with the cool smell of disinfectant.His eyes were extremely dry, and he managed to open a little gap, and he could see the white ceiling, the light was quiet and peaceful, and it glowed with a clean light blue.

A face with heavy makeup appeared in the field of vision, and after a fleeting expression of relief, there was a suppressed anger: "Finally, I am willing to wake up? How many times have I told you, Yan Yusi, that asthma spray must be carried with you, and you must carry it with you when you go in and out of places with turbid air. Take medicine in advance for the occasion! I always don’t listen, if something goes wrong this time, how can I explain to my sister!” That woman is Kang Yuzhu!

Why do you call me Yan Yusi? You've got the wrong person.You're looking for the saved child, I'm not.

Zhuo Yang closed his eyes tiredly.

Afterwards, the doctor brought the nurse in for a routine examination, and explained Kang Yuzhu's condition in detail, and they also kept claiming that they were strict Yusi.

Then, Yan Yuxing rushed over in a panic, seeing someone asleep, he didn't have the heart to wake him up.He only helped to warm the back of his hand that was cold from the infusion, and helped to pull the corner of the quilt that was accidentally raised.He guarded until late at night, and then reluctantly left, leaving a faint sentence before leaving: "Yusi, I'm sorry."

After everyone left, Zhuo Yang got off the bed lightly, moved into the bathroom little by little while leaning on the wall, and looked into the mirror full of fear. What appeared there was Yan Yusi's face!Zhuo Yang raised his hand, Yan Yusi also raised his hand, Zhuo Yang pursed his lips, Yan Yusi also pursed his lips.

Dad gave up on himself in order to save Yan Yusi, but the real Yan Yusi disappeared without a trace, and he survived with the help of his body, which is really ironic.What would Dad think if he knew all this?His expression must be wonderful.

The next day he asked Kang Yuzhu: "Auntie, where is Zhuo Yang?"

Kang Yuzhu was stunned for a moment, and said flatly: "He died on the spot, and it was too late to save him. Don't think about it too much, he himself is unlucky."

Yes, he is unlucky.As an unlucky person, let him leave silently.Standing in Zhuo Yang's position, the road of life has come to an end, so simply stand in Yan Yusi's position and walk on again.

Dad is like a tree, majestic and towering into the sky. With his extraordinary ability and wisdom, he can shield the huge and diverse Yan family under the shade from the wind and rain, lightning and thunder.

Among the dense branches and leaves, there are delicious and fragrant fruits.Under their colorful skins, there are all kinds of sincere emotions of Yan Yaoqin - love, caring, recognition, and expectations...

For the small and insignificant Zhuo Yang, the only way to get those fruits is to climb up the tree trunk.

The trunk is thick and rough, and it hurts hands and feet.No matter how hard you climb up again and again, you will inevitably fall down again and again.His body was covered in bruises, his skin was torn apart, and he just slapped the dust a few times before setting off again.

He doesn't cry, make trouble, or complain, because tears will only blur his vision, shouting will only consume energy, and resentment will only go to his head. Those are the most useless things, obstacles in the journey, and labels of the weak .

But this time, he fell too hard, broke his hands and feet, and forever missed the bright future he had been thinking about forever.Zhuo Yang finally understood that no matter how attractive the fruit was, it was not his.

He wasn't going to reveal his secret.In addition to being regarded as a monster who resurrected from a dead body, a person who was about to give up but refused to die with a face is always a bit annoying.But pretending to be Yan Yusi is not an easy task. Even if you know his character, habits, and actions, there are always many more private things that you can't know.After all, the two were under the same roof, and it was only a short three years.In order to avoid exposure, it is better to leave quickly.

It's like having a dream. The searching, entanglement, worrying about gains and losses in the dream are all just dreams.Wake up from the dream, it's a new day.Instead of being obsessed with a small piece of unreachable sky at the mouth of the well, it is better to turn around and leave freely.

Whether it is Australia, Hawaii, or any other place, the world is so big, you will always find a place where you can feel free, and you will find a piece of scenery that belongs to you.

After thinking quietly on the hospital bed for three days, Zhuo Yang finally figured it out.For Yan Yaoqin, he only has despair, no hatred anymore.I love you, and I have no right to ask you to love me too.The opposite of love is not to love.Hating this kind of thing can't bring any help except to add pain to oneself.And the reason for suffering is because of greed, attachment, and not getting what you want.When you really let go, the pain will disappear.

Life is so precious, it cannot be wasted on self-pity, let alone on irrelevant people.Why worry about who is right and who is wrong, what is right and what is wrong, the opportunity to live again is so rare, it is time to start a better life.

Mr. Yan, there is still no need to say goodbye this time.