Loyal Dog Cultivation Tutorial

Later, neither of them could tell whether it was Jacquet who threw Sessach on the ground and saved his life, or whether Sessach dragged Jacquet home and hid him to save his life.

When Yakai woke up, his body was in pain like a fire. Under the dim light, a child was covering his forehead with a wet towel, pursing his lips.

"You saved me?"

Jacquet struggled to get up, only to realize that before he lost consciousness, he only remembered being shot in the shoulder, and now he may also be injured in the abdomen.

"The people with you are all dead. Those people have searched this area twice, and they haven't left yet. Are you going to die?"

I don't know how many people in the poverty-stricken area died, but none of the followers and bodyguards that Yakai brought was left.

Sesah was sulking with himself. In such an environment, his blood was cold early. He learned to protect himself wisely. He couldn't understand how he could drag a person who was taller than him and almost two heads home.

This is asking for trouble, maybe it is asking for death.

Jacquet's cheeks, which had been rosy from the fever, suddenly turned pale.

There was a ruthless look in his eyes and a complicated look that Sesah couldn't understand, and then the other party closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, even if he lost the initial warmth, he had already calmed down.

Cesa thought to himself: Look, you can be bodyguards and confidantes for these people, put on a suit and live in a villa, but when you die, the other party just closes their eyes and forgets you.

But he didn't understand himself either. At that time, he knew that he should run for his life, but he didn't know why. Why did he bring him back?

Thinking of this, he struck a little harder and poked the bloody hole on Jacques' shoulder. The bullet passed through the shoulder blade, the bag was tightly packed, and the blood stopped a little.

"..." Jacques bit his lips, "There must be friends of yours among those who are not around... I'm sorry."

Sesah was silent for a while, "Your stomach is still bleeding, but I don't have any hemostatic medicine here."

Jacquet's abdomen was strangled by Sesah with a sheet, but it hurt like a fire inside.

When he unwrapped it, he saw blood and blood.

Taking a deep breath, Jacques's pale lips squeezed out a comforting smile.

"It's okay, the bullet is still inside, it will be better if you take it out."

Unexpectedly, he looked like a gentle young man, but—cough!It's really worth it.

Knowing that he couldn't go out now, he took a knife and dug out the bullet in his abdomen by himself.

Although Yakai knew how to give first aid, he had never experienced it himself, and it was normal for him to be incapable of doing so.

The wound that was originally stuck together was dug in this way, and I lowered my head and squeezed it, blood came out again in no time.

Sesah turned his head to look out the window, but couldn't stand it any longer.

"Stop digging, I'll take you to the hospital later."

"... No, we can't live if we go out now," Jacques said in a soft voice, but he gritted his teeth firmly, "Talk to me—my name is Jacques? Zoe—how about you? "

Sesah thought about it, even if this person was talking to distract him, he was so polite and considerate. He actually reported his name first, and subconsciously turned around to find out.

The other party lowered his head and dug out his stomach with a knife. The stomach was bleeding all the time, and a small stream of water dripped on the ground to form a puddle.

A head of golden hair, now almost completely wet with sweat, stuck to his head in a mess, blue veins burst out on the white forehead, but there was no moan.

"—I" Sai Sahe followed the opponent's strength somehow, "My name is Ce Sahe.

After thinking for a while, he added in a low voice: "I'm the son of a prostitute, and now she's found another man and left. I - I don't have a surname."

After saying this sentence, I saw the other party lying on the bed as if collapsed.

"You, what's wrong with you!"

"——I'm fine. The surname doesn't matter. As long as you think about it, no matter what your surname is, you will become the glory of that surname." Jacquet whispered, spread out his bloody hand, and there was a bullet in it. "If I don't have any anti-inflammatory drugs, just wash me with salt water, and I'll leave the bandage to you," Jacques smiled weakly, "I really don't have any strength, I want to sleep for a while."

Sesah had never seen such a bloody person, he shook his hands and went to bandage it, he thought it was wrong, he really went to wash the salt water to wash Jacquet's wound, and looked at the other's thin eyelids closed, but his hands were tightly clenched , the veins on his forehead exploded again, and the other party didn't calm down until the bandage was done.

In the middle of the night, Jacquet's whole body was as hot as a fire. Sessahe looked out the window, walked around the room many times, and finally made up his mind.Vigorously shake the fainted person awake.

"Wake up for a while, I'll take you home or to the hospital, you will die if you do this."

"..." Yakai frowned for a long time, and slowly opened his eyes, his burning blue eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, but he was sober and cold.

"I'll go by myself."

Yakai actually didn't want to drag a child down.

Sesah was actually very surprised by his own reaction. He should have been glad that he was far away from this danger, but at that time, he really couldn't let that person stumble out to die.

"——" Sesah pursed his lips, took the other person's arm and put it on his thin shoulder, and helped him walk out slowly.

Life is in danger or something, it seems that I really let go.

The two of them failed to escape and sat on the ground in a panic.

He looked at a pair of black leather shoes in front of him.

Jacquet's wet hair was grabbed by the opponent.

"You want my life, just say it, what are you doing with so many people." Sesah heard Jacques sigh and whispered, his breath was so weak that he died.

"..." There was a crack on the man's cold face.

"Do you want to say that you didn't want my life?" Jacques weakly spread out his tightly clenched fist, "This bullet is custom-made for your gun! common sense."

"..." The man didn't say anything, but suddenly bent down, picked up Jacques, and turned away.

"This kid is an accident, don't hurt him—"

Jacquet's low voice reached Sesah's ears, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

The gun on his head was withdrawn.

His life was saved, but people began to feel nothing.

I don't know why, it's like someone grabbed my heart.

This kind of wild boy who would do anything to save his life turned down the money sent by Zoe's family later, and also rejected the invitation to let him live in Zoe's house.

What's the use of saving his life?

Seesah thought: he would not even bother to come himself.

Money is an insult, go to his house to live - be a servant?

The last name doesn't matter, as long as you think about it, no matter what your last name is, you will be the glory of that last name.

He remembered what Jacques said, and for some reason, he couldn't forget the man's embarrassed and sweaty face no matter how much he shook his head.

To be the glory, yes?

He is an idiot. My mother left with a man and will not come back. I heard the news from others.There is nothing to be sad about, he finally left the place where he had been living.

The place that can shelter from the wind and rain has some small minions.

He wants to be glory, not a pauper thanked for money, nor a watchdog of a rich family.

that's it.

He didn't know until many years later.

The first thing Jacques said after waking up was to ask someone to come and see him. He was hospitalized for two months, and when he came to see him after he was discharged from the hospital, he had already left.

He didn't know until many years later.

The man holding Jacques.

It was Yakai who hid his surname to get close to his political opponents, but fell in love with each other after getting the information.

One is being betrayed, wanting to kill the other party but being reluctant.

The other is psychologically sad, wanting to die at the hands of the other party but not reconciled.

That is destined to be entangled.

It ended in, that year, the man held Jacquet in his arms and blocked four shots.

That year, Yakai actually went to hold the funeral for that man as a widow regardless of the face and identity of Zoe's family.

Two political parties, one dead leader, one scandal.

That year, Jacques was completely abandoned by the Zoe family.

That year, the two illegitimate children of Patriarch Zoe were brought into the house.

It cannot be said to be an illegitimate child, only an adopted child.

That year, Sesah had a surname.

Sesah?zoe.

That year, he was 14 years old.

That year, we met again.

Yakai was still the gentle Yakai, for his loss of power, for him, the new heir of the patriarch, it seemed to happen to others.

Cesah is no longer the original eight-year-old kid. Before he came to Zoe's house, he was already the middle force of a gang in the east.

Hostile, vicious.

The two have long been farther apart from two lines that were not close to each other.

If there is an illegitimate child, there is a second one, one is from a slum, and the other is raised by a doctor.

How much advantage can this Sesah have.

Illiterate, uneducated, born in a poor family, and perhaps carrying their lives behind their backs.

How can I wash it clean again?

But so what?

Sesah will never forget it in his life.

When he was scorned by his tutor and looked cold by his father's disappointed eyes, it was Jacques who sat beside him and taught him how to write beautifully.

When he dropped the spoon into the soup bowl, when he scratched the plate with a knife and fork, it was Jacquet who accompanied him to eat steak all afternoon at the stone table in the garden, teaching him bit by bit.

The middle finger of his right hand was cut by a knife. It hurts when it is too cold, and the spoon will drop if he has no strength. It was Yakai who held his finger in his hand, rubbed it a little bit to warm it up, and then massaged it all winter .

Even though he stood in the ice and snow and his whole body was frozen, this finger didn't feel cold.

When his father had to use family law because of his failure in affairs, and everyone wanted to abandon him because of the excellence of another adopted son, it was this lost Jacquet who stood in front of him.

"Dad, you have to see how much progress Cesah has made in the past six months!"

He is kind but also has a burning gaze.

He is actually the most beloved child of his father. He cannot be reused due to family pressure, but he is still the most affectionate, with pity and connivance in his eyes.

Sesah stood behind Jacques.

Look at each other's white shirt and golden hair.

He knew Jacquet didn't really like politics.

He once raised his hands and said to Sesah with a smile: "Look, my hands are very dexterous. I like making clothes, and I can also knit wool."

It's a pity that there is no one who can let him make clothes and knit.

Sesah will never forget that year. Even though Jacques was covered in blood and sweat, his eyes were shining when he was hugged by that man. Now, no matter how elegant he is, he also has the darkness of self-exile.

Suddenly understand my heart.

elder brother?

He has been alone since he was a child, what does he want his brother to do?

What he wants is someone who will be by his side for the rest of his life.

"You can do what you like with peace of mind, Jacques."

"Huh?" Yakai smiled and leaned on the soft cushion, knitting with two knitting needles, her fair little fingers naturally bent into a beautiful arc.

The yarn was bought by Sesah himself, and he asked for a scarf as a Christmas present. "Call me brother!"

Sesah turned his face away and touched the soft and warm semi-finished scarf in his hand.

"You can do whatever you want. In the world, there are many people who want to wear the clothes you make. If you don't make them, tear them down."

"..." Jacques smiled silently, and took a long time to speak.

"Brother knits a scarf for you, because you are a younger brother." How could he not understand Sesah's eyes, young and hot, just like he looked in the mirror back then.

But his heart was pressed under the cold tombstone together with that person. If the person hadn't hugged him and said the last sentence to let him live well, he might have died a long time ago.

Also, because of the scandal that affected his father, is he going to create another clone?

"Jacquet," Sessah said, still clutching the scarf with one hand, and pinching his chin with the other.

"Those things you think, you don't want me, I will always follow you, you are afraid of affecting your father, I will solve it, I know what you think, but I will not let you go."

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How can I let you go?

You broke into my heart when I was eight years old.

I'm only 16 now and you've taken half my life.

You haven't paid it back, you only have one day for me in 25 years, how can I be reconciled.

How can I let you go.