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The decoration style of Yan Yijun's home is retro and elegant, the windows are bright and clean, and the furniture is mostly made of wood. The north wall is leaning against an entire ancient shelf made of huanghuali wood, and a few white glazed porcelain and small potted plants are placed in twos and threes.

On the contrary, the TV wall is more like a decoration, and the socket on the side is empty, as if it has never been connected to electricity.A floor-to-ceiling screen aquarium is set up beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and several pearl koi swim leisurely by.

While speaking, Yan Yijun laid the person flat, and cut open the clothes in twos and twos, completely exposing the wound on the back.

In his home, ordinary medical equipment is all ready, and even the underground garage has been specially built into a small private operating room.But right now, this little injury is useless.

Yan Yijun sterilized the wound, carefully inspected the wound, did not ask who this person was or how he was injured, but calmly said: "The wound is not deep, the length is not more than three centimeters, and it didn't hurt the vitals. Flesh injury, at most a little blood loss, emergency treatment has been done, the bleeding has stopped, I will debride and suture the wound after local anesthesia. If it is a knife stab wound, pay attention to it in time after the tetanus Just change the medicine and take care of it.”

"It's just a flesh injury?" Duan Huichuan was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, Xu Chen was young after all, and he didn't have much strength. Confused, he was focused on comforting his younger brother, feeling heavy and didn't pay attention to these many details.

Thinking of this, he frowned slightly: "Since it's only a minor injury, why are you unconscious?"

Yan Yijun paused his hands, raised his eyes to glance at the finger marks on his neck, considered his words, and said euphemistically: "Maybe it's because of poor breathing, or because of greater shock."

"..." Duan Huichuan suddenly realized that he had asked a stupid question, and was speechless immediately.

The sound of the rain gradually died down, and the thunderclouds seemed to have given up enough air to scatter away.

Yan Yijun finished treating the wound, placed him in the guest room, and finally cleaned his hands before walking back to look at him.

"Don't worry." Yan Yijun spoke gently and patiently, comforting the patient's family like every kind doctor, "He will wake up soon, the injury is not serious, and he will be fine after a few days of recuperation."

"I'm not worried about this guy..." Duan Huichuan shook his head with a wry smile.

"Oh?" Yan Yijun raised his eyebrows just right, spit out a puzzled syllable, seeing Duan Huichuan hesitated to speak, he smiled and added, "It doesn't matter if you don't need to answer."

Duan Huichuan was silent for a moment, then said lightly, "Actually, this person is somewhat related to me by blood."

Yan Yijun was taken aback, then turned his head to look carefully at Xu Yong's appearance, showing a slightly surprised expression: "I can't tell, he shouldn't be your father, right?"

"Of course not." He heard these two words, and he frowned. He explained slowly, "He is my mother's brother."

Yan Yijun didn't ask why he didn't just call him uncle, but mentioned something about Ling: "Your younger brother's surname is Xu. It's different from yours. He must be a cousin. Could it be this man's son?"

Duan Huichuan was amazed at his keenness on details, and nodded: "That's right...he adopted me for a few years when I was young. At that time, Xiaochen was just born. He was ignorant and idle all day long. Going out to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble exhausted the family's foundation, so Xiaochen's mother ran away from home."

From these short words, Yan Yijun tasted something intriguing: "Xu Chen lives with you now, so you raised him?"

"Who made him born into an unreliable family." Duan Huichuan had a mocking smile on his lips, but he didn't know who he was laughing at. "A elder brother is like a father. If I ignore him, this child may starve to death."

"No wonder you two have such a good relationship." Yan Yijun lowered his eyelashes and smiled faintly, "Since we are no longer a family, then this person who came here today must not be visiting relatives?"

Duan Huichuan remained silent for a longer time, subconsciously reached into his pocket but failed to find the cigarette case, but Yan Yijun handed over a box, which was his usual brand.

He thanked him embarrassingly, lit one and held it in his mouth, the taste of nicotine drifted between his lips and tongue, exuding an indescribable bitterness.

He looked at Yan Yijun strangely: "Don't you smoke?"

Through the white smoke, Yan Yijun's smile was quiet and indistinct: "I don't have the habit of smoking."

Duan Huichuan looked down at the newly opened cigarette case, not knowing what to say for a moment.Of course, he didn't ask any stupid questions such as why not smoke, but talked about today's events lightly.

"He would come to me, and it was only for one thing." Duan Huichuan hooked the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and opened and closed his two thin lips, uttering two contemptuous words, "begging."

Yan Yijun looked at the undisguised disgust and contempt on his face, shook his head and laughed.

"When he first adopted me, because he got a sum of child support, it wasn't too much. Xiaochen and I, who were less than one year old, could still have a meal. It's a pity, but after a few years, we returned to our original form. I owe more debts than before. I drink and gamble outside during the day, lose my bet, and vent my anger on us when I come back at night. It’s okay that I have a strong physique. Xiaochen is his own flesh and blood. He is still so young, and he can go down. hand."

Duan Huichuan exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes were gray, he closed his eyes, trying to erase it, and after a while, he continued calmly: "Finally one day I couldn't bear it, so I took Xiaochen and fled there , from now on, only the two of us will live together in this world."

When he said the words "depending on each other for life", he actually seemed to smile.

The cigarette butt was gradually devoured into ashes by the scarlet sparks, shattered into powder between fingers, and fell into the ashtray.

He talked about those difficult past in an indifferent tone almost casually. Perhaps in his eyes, this little suffering was never worth paying attention to.

At least compared to the almost devil blood flowing in his body, the others are just a few sporadic embellishments in the suffering.

He was even somewhat fortunate that after being driven out of the home that regarded him as a demon, abandoned and forgotten by his family, and having nowhere to return in the vast world, he was fortunate that he still had a relative by his side, and Not alone, Yu Yu walks alone in the heaven and earth.

Yan Yijun stared at him intently for a long time, his eyes were deep and long, as if he had deposited a lot of implicit and unspeakable things, he wanted to pass through the dense smoke and the camouflage of alienation, and see all the way to the bottom of his heart.

The torrential rain outside the window has slowly stopped at some point, only the patter of raindrops hitting the window lattice, the sky cleared up again, the slanting rays of the setting sun broke through the clouds, and a ray of golden-red skylight fell down.

The light dispelled the lingering dark clouds, laid out in an eloquent manner, and shone through the glass window on the back of Yan Yijun, using that light color to describe a proud body of Tsinghua University.

Duan Huichuan looked back at him in such a sunset, looked at the hand he couldn't help raising, stretched towards his face very slowly, and before it touched the skin, it was suddenly retracted as if awakened by something. went back.

I don't know if it was because the glow of the sun was too strong, which made Yan Yijun's face look a little pale. At this moment, Duan Huichuan could almost read a kind of pity from his eyes, which was neither sympathy nor compassion. Pretending to be fake.

But he clearly knew him not long ago, what exactly is he regretting?

He wanted to see more clearly, but the other party had quickly restrained all his flaws, picked up his usual calmness and elegance, and showed a smile that was well-placed to advance and retreat.

Duan Huichuan felt that fleeting feeling in his heart seemed not so accurate again.

"...No matter what, it's over." After a long silence, Yan Yijun said this softly.

Yes, some of the scars have already healed, but those that are too deep have been integrated with the blood and bones, and it is impossible to heal again. Even a casual touch is a painful pain.

Duan Huichuan smiled in agreement, and continued in a relaxed tone: "Later, I tried to make money everywhere. After several years, the situation gradually improved. I used all my savings to take over this business that was on the verge of bankruptcy. So. I finally have a place to stay."

As if guessing what would happen next, Yan Yijun interjected for him: "Then this person came looking for him lingeringly?"

"That's right." Duan Huichuan smiled coolly, "At the beginning, he was happy to lose our two oil bottles. Pay attention, I asked my... that father to ask for money, but of course he couldn't get it, he saw that I opened this firm, so the bamboo stick came to me."

Yan Yijun looked calmly: "Did you give it to him?"

"20." Duan Huichuan stretched out two fingers, and smiled helplessly like self-deprecating, "To exchange for Xiaochen's custody."

Yan Yijun looked at him motionless, frowned and said, "Borrowed?"

Duan Huichuan didn't know whether to praise the other party's insight: "Yeah, I couldn't afford such a large sum of money at the time, but fortunately I had a few friends who made me fight Qiufeng."

"That Master Zhang Pan Zhang?"

"Well, he counts as one."

Yan Yijun raised his eyebrows slightly: "The reason why you follow him as an assistant is because you owe him money? If you still have debts, I can—"

"Oh, that's not true, I've already paid it off." Duan Huichuan politely declined his offer, "I never like to owe people favors."

Yan Yijun skipped over this topic obediently: "So, this person is threatening you for money again now?"

Thinking of Xu Yong's vicious and stupid threatening words, Duan Huichuan's eyes sank, and after a while, he said slowly: "In the past, if it wasn't for the fact that he is Xiaochen's biological father, I should have—"

This fetid rat should have been strangled in the gutter long ago!