best day

"Fuck...I'm exhausted..."

Dewey didn't know how long he tossed and tossed, but when he finally cursed, he was exhausted.

His wrist was already bleeding from the rope, but the rope still showed no signs of loosening.

In the cold dark room with no heating at all, I was sweating anxiously.

Dewey tried his best to stare at the surroundings, and muttered, "Damn, it must be because I didn't burn incense and pray to Buddha this year, so unlucky... It would be great if I didn't quarrel in the morning..."

He sighed slightly, and missed Zheng Luolai very much.

I don't know what he is doing, if he can't find himself, will he be a little worried.

In fact, there should be something to talk about. After spending so much time together, they actually started eating this kind of flying vinegar again.

If he still saw one and loved the other, how could he return to Beijing to find himself?

Dewey was secretly annoyed when he suddenly heard some noises.

He shivered and watched in surprise as the curtain was lifted from the outside, revealing a head with long black hair.

-

Call the police now. If the police cannot find Dewey immediately, it will definitely be a tragedy.

If he really went to find grandpa, no matter whether he would sign this kind of will or not, even if he did, the aunt who got the right of inheritance would not let him have a good life.

unless……

Zheng Luolai slowly looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar old woman with strange eyes.

Zheng Jiawei asked arrogantly: "Do you have anything else to say?"

She was determined that he couldn't let go of Dewey, but she forgot that the two of them had similar blood.

She punched Zheng Jiawei on the head suddenly and fiercely, and she fell to the ground in panic, and Zheng Luolai grabbed her neck in turn.

"I don't want to lose Dewey, nor do I want to embarrass Grandpa. I'm sorry, but you are forcing me this time." Zheng Luolai covered her mouth with his left hand, and gradually exerted force with his right hand.

Zheng Jiawei wanted to resist with all her strength, but how could she beat a young man.

Panic, fear, despair...

These gloomy emotions flowed from the aunt's face like a tide, and Zheng Luolai felt a strong sense of guilt in the blank space of his mind.

He was scared.

-

"You...why are you here?" Dewey looked at Zhang Yiren who was shivering from the cold, very surprised.

Zhang Yiren hissed, and then came to untie the rope for him with trembling hands: "Those two fell asleep, let's go."

The time was urgent, and Dewey didn't ask any more questions.

After his limbs were free, he tried his best to rub the numb muscles, and followed her to the window with a limp.

"You go out first, run quickly." Zhang Yiren was obviously frightened, and there was no blood on his face.

Dewey opened the curtains, and a gust of cold wind hit.

Outside is a deserted suburb.

At this moment, there was a sound of unlocking the locked door.

Zhang Yiren said in fear, "Go, go, they don't know me, so they won't do anything to me."

As he spoke, he pushed Dewey hard.

But Dewey changed his mind in an instant, turned around and picked up the worn-out stool on the ground, and smashed it down hard the moment the door opened.

The strange man was knocked down by the sudden force, but the man who followed him rushed over vigilantly and pushed him to the ground.

Zhang Yiren watched them fight each other in panic, and mustered up the courage to go up to help, but was punched open by the man, hitting his head against the cold wall, and soon blood oozed out.

She bit her lip and got up from the ground, suddenly took out a fruit knife from her padded jacket, and stabbed him in the back with her eyes closed.

Dewey took advantage of the situation and punched the man hard, stood up with a bruised nose and swollen face, and pulled her: "Go!"

Zhang Yiren let go of his blood-spattered hand, and rushed out after him stumbling.

Those who kidnapped Dewey were the two people who opened the crown during the day. This hut was the caretaker's office of the suburban woodland, and it had probably been abandoned for many years, with dry grass growing around it.

Relying on her good health and long legs, Ermeng dragged the girl and ran wildly for a long distance before panting and asking, "Did you bring your phone?"

Zhang Yiren couldn't get angry at all, nodded tremblingly, and took out the phone to him.

Dewey dialed the number without hesitation.

-

The aunt's breathing became more and more difficult, and Zheng Luolai's complexion was not much better than hers.

But let her go, what will Ermeng do?

At the critical moment, music rang from the phone in his pocket.

This seems to be God reminding him to turn around.

Zheng Luolai let go of his hand reflexively, looked at the dying Zheng Jiawei, hesitated for two seconds, then slumped on the carpet and answered the phone.

He doesn't want to kill people, he doesn't want to make mistakes again.

He has a life he cares about, and he no longer dares to risk everything.

"Where... are you? Come... help me, fuck... I'm exhausted!" Dewey's voice came over unexpectedly.

Zheng Luolai opened his eyes wide, stood up abruptly and asked, "Where are you, I'll be right there!"

Her usual Youzai Youzai tone trembled a little.

People's will to survive is very scary.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zheng Jiawei, whose face was all blue, climbed onto the office chair in embarrassment and pressed the alarm bell.

Zheng Luolai's heart sank, he was afraid that he would be controlled by her and delay Dewey.

The door of the study was pushed open after a few seconds.

But it wasn't the bodyguards who came in, but Zheng Songyan who was leaning on crutches, and Bai Yan who supported him.

Zheng Jiawei's voice was extremely hoarse: "Dad..."

-

Knowing that he was safe, Dewey took Zhang Yiren and sat down exhaustedly in the wild grass, then touched his bloody wrist and said, "Why are you here? Have you been following me for a long time?"

Zhang Yiren was still in shock, she was silent for a while, then nodded: "I... I saw you being taken away by those two people, so I took a taxi and followed here, and I dared not approach until they were sleepy outside..."

"What do you want to do? To avenge Oujie?" Dewey stared at her, and finally pierced the window paper.

Zhang Yiren was silent for a longer time, and then whispered: "I know Ou Jie committed a crime, I know he almost killed you, but he is actually a good person, he was just confused for a while, he is my best friend... "

As she spoke, the girl choked up: "We both grew up in the orphanage together, and he was the only one who treated me well. We made an appointment to go to college together and realize our dreams together... But I don't know why he suddenly fell in love with me." After leaving everyone, I don’t know why he did this to you... I went to visit the prison, but he never wanted to see me, he must be very bad now..."

Dewey was most afraid of the girl crying, so when he saw this, he comforted him and said, "Hey, you can't blame him, don't think about it."

"I beg you, let him come out, okay? He has already been punished enough. Your father is a high-ranking official. You must have a solution. Please stop hating him..." Zhang Yiren suddenly grabbed his arm , sobbing and begging: "As long as you are willing to save him and don't let him suffer in prison again, I will repay you. Although I have nothing now, I will repay you in the future..."

Dewey never expected that she would say such words and make such requests.

Recalling that Zhang Yiren went to save himself regardless of the danger just now, he felt very uncomfortable for a while.

Long ago, there was no evil in his heart.

He does not imagine anyone to be a bad person, he is not wary, he is not disgusted, he is not suspicious.

But in the days of losing Zheng Luolai, my heart began to be anxious all day long and learned to be uneasy.

Away from his parents, away from friends, away from every other person who might make him lose his love.

He even began to question Zheng Luolai's loyalty.

Dewey got love, but almost lost his original innocent world.

Take a closer look at Zhang Yiren, she is so weak and not good at words, how could she be perverted enough to hurt herself?

"Let's think about it." Dewey smiled, stood up again and said, "Should we go and see those two people, why are you running around with a knife, what's the matter with that person dying?"

"The fruit knife I just bought yesterday, I forgot to put it in the dormitory..." Zhang Yiren wiped her tears: "I just thought that if I go to rescue you, I can still defend myself in case of danger, so I will put it in my pocket. We wait for someone Come on, just in case..."

Dewey said carelessly: "It's okay! Who am I? Those who are injured and disabled will be directly knocked out by me."

His eye circles were blackened, but his eyes were piercing.

-

Zheng Luolai's car arrived three or ten minutes later, along with an ambulance with sirens beeping.

Dewey was watching Zhang Yiren taking care of the two injured bodyguards, when he heard the sound, he came out of the hut and greeted him.

When Zheng Luolai saw his people, the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

The two were embarrassed, but both smiled.

Dewey didn't have any sensational hugs, but just kicked the stones on the ground and whispered, "I'm sorry about the morning, I should talk to you."

Zheng Luolai said: "I was the one who was sorry for you and hurt you again."

Dewey shook his head: "I did a lot of things wrong."

Zheng Luolai pulled his injured arm: "Me too."

Dewey said again: "I have a lot of good things to say to you."

Zheng Luolai interlocked his fingers: "Me too."