you are in my heart

Yongze's clothes were still the moon-white shirt in the morning, but it was already so dirty that he couldn't see his true colors. Black and red blood stains were rusted on the front and hem piece by piece, which hurt his eyes.

Yongze looked very weak, his eyes were half-opened, as if he couldn't see clearly, and they closed slowly again after a while.

Zishan carefully carried Yongze to the bed, and gently tried to take off his clothes, but found that the shirt had been knotted with the wound in several places.The wound looked like a mark left by a whipping, or a mark left by a tinder.

He wanted to wash Yongze's body, so he became ruthless and reached out to tear off the clothes.It's just that at the same time, no matter how careful and light the movements are, it seems as if the sound of flesh and blood being peeled off can still be heard.

Along with that small voice came uncontrollable tears.He immediately retracted his hands as if he had been electrocuted, and his eyes were soon blurred by tears.He had no choice but to turn around, with his back to Yongze, clenched his fists in the dark.The slightly long nails were firmly inserted into the palm of his hand, but he didn't realize it, as if that would make him feel better.

"Actually, it doesn't hurt very much." Yongze suddenly said, as if he was talking to Zishan, or talking to himself, "I didn't feel it anymore..."

When Zishan heard such words, tears rolled down involuntarily. He almost stood up and scolded this person loudly, as if he would not feel so uncomfortable if he did so, but he still held back.

He looked at Yongze, feeling as if there were turbulent waves surging in his heart, and he asked him: "...From the very beginning,...you have a purpose."

Yongze smiled lightly, and did not deny it: "I have that idea..." The voice was soft, as thin as a gossamer.

"You don't deny it?" He became excited and cursed loudly: "You are really... despicable..."

The last two words were spoken, but the voice was so low that it could hardly be heard.

Yongze just smiled slightly and didn't say anything, as if he didn't hear anything.

"Did you... consider me a friend?" he asked Yongze.

Full of doubt, pain and vulnerability, all overflowed with that sentence.

Yongze had already closed his eyes, he took a hard breath, and then said softly, "You are the best confidant in my life."

Zishan's body trembled violently, as if he was deeply shocked by these words.He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, reached out and put the paper brought back from James in front of Yongze, and said, "Okay, Yongze, you sign this statement!"

Yongze coughed lightly, and he said, "I've signed it long ago, why wait until today." There was a calm smile on his face all the time, and he couldn't see any fluctuations in his mood.

"You will be killed by them! What do you want?!" Zishan shouted angrily but sadly, "Who do you think you are? What do you think is so great about you? Do you think you can change anything like this? ?"

Yongze lowered his head, sighed slightly, and stopped talking.

"I'll give me all my property, what kind of blue bird do you take and give it to you, Lilac!" He was angry, but begged bitterly, "Sign it!"

Yongze asked him with a wry smile: "Zishan, I'm going to commit a crime. I'm a half-dead person. Why bother?"

"You will be killed by them!" He looked at Yongze anxiously, "Why don't you cherish your life?"

Yongze raised his head slowly, looked at him with wide eyes and said, "Zishan, I was betrayed...you want me to betray someone else?"

"...But, you just need to sign it?" His voice became lower and lower, explaining embarrassingly.

"...You are too simple, Zishan..." Yongze was still smiling, but no emotion could be seen on his calm face.

He still wanted to say something, Yongze sighed softly, and said to him: "Zishan, in fact, you don't have to help me like this."

"Why do you say that!" He looked at Yongze in surprise.

"Wu Zishan, you see clearly, I'm not your elder brother." Mei Yongze reminded the person who had been desperately persuading him with a wry smile.

However, the man suddenly became angry and growled lowly: "Of course I know!" He didn't expect that he still remembered those words.

"You must think that I used Ziru...and then I used you, right?" Yongze looked at him quietly: "I am very similar to your elder brother..."

"No, no, Yongze, you are wrong," Zishan began to shake his head, and said with a sneer, "I never thought of him as my big brother..."

Wu Zicong's cause of death, no one knows better than him...

In those two years, he often put medicine in Zicong's tea, each time the dose was very small, so Zicong never noticed it.

And catching a cold is just an introduction to the attack.

Only James knew about this matter, and even the medicine was obtained by James for him.

He would do that only because he hated Wu Zicong.

How did he get here in those years? ...

That person always came to his bed late at night.

For so many nights, that person was like a wild beast biting him, tearing his body apart, and making disgusting panting sounds on his body.

In those nightmares where he couldn't wake up, his hands and feet were tied forever, his mouth was always gagged, and he couldn't struggle or get rid of it.

The cold night, the manic body, and the red blood, in the silent night, that was his world.Those chaotic and dirty memories desperately entangled him in countless dark nights, and the unexited dreams were always full of sin, wrapping him tightly and making him unable to breathe.

And then, just like that, suffocated to death...

Except for James, almost no one noticed the scars on his body.

And James didn't know the real cause of those scars.

So, he wants that person to die...

Zishan's gaze was straight, and his voice without cadence came over coldly: "Only when he dies can I live a better life."

Yongze trembled slightly, leaned his weak body towards him, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, finally just held Zishan's cold hands, staring blankly at him. Zi Shan.

Zishan was startled for a moment, and then held Yongze as well, as if holding those thin hands, he was holding the only trace of warmth in the dark night...

He begged in a low voice: "Yongze, let me beg you, please? Don't confront them anymore. James said, you just need to issue a statement in the report or the Ta Kung Pao stating that you want to leave the Communist Party. Yongze Ze, please believe me, I will not harm you, I will definitely find a way..."

"I know..." Yongze smiled softly, "I know you won't harm me, I trust you."

He cautiously probed, "Then...then sign it? Otherwise, you will really die..."

Escape is definitely impossible.He knew James so well, there must have been seven or eight spies guarding outside the mansion.James said that at the time, and it was just to give him some leeway, not to make him look too ugly.

Yongze didn't answer him, but asked him in a low voice: "Zishan, can you help me send that picture of Momei to the Fukang Bank on Fangbang Road in two days?"

He was eager to convince Yongze, so he nodded hastily and agreed.

Yongze smiled and said sincerely, "Thank you."

He was startled, and suddenly thought of something, but his throat seemed to be choked by something, and he couldn't ask that sentence no matter what.

Yongze seemed to be relieved, and said to him with a smile: "Zishan, I want to drink some lotus seed soup..."

"Okay, I'll ask Mama Wu to get you a drink." He was a little flustered, and immediately stood up, wanting to go downstairs.

"Zishan?..." Yongze suddenly stopped him, and his heart jumped suddenly.

"What?..." He turned his head, waiting for Yongze's words.

"...it's nothing," Yongze smiled lightly, looked at him and said, "put less sugar..."

His face suddenly became hot, and he didn't know why he felt embarrassed.He hurried down the stairs, and after explaining to Mama Wu carefully with a blushing face, he sat in the living room and soaked his face in cold water until he was sure that his expression was normal before going upstairs. go.

When he walked outside the bedroom door, he suddenly heard a muffled gunshot, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

His heart sank suddenly, and he rushed in crazily, only to see Yong Ze holding his gun tightly in his hand, and fell obliquely on the floor.

"Yongze!!" He rushed forward in pain, hugging Yongze's body desperately.What Yongze hit was the chest, and the blood seemed to be gushing out, and it couldn't stop.

Yongze laughed hard, and said to him word by word: "I know you have a gun here, but luckily you didn't change places..."

"Why?!!" He yelled frantically: "Why do you want to do this?! Leave me alone?!"

"Thank you..." Yongze's voice gradually became smaller and gradually became inaudible.

He hugged Yongze's thin body blankly, the blood stained his chest and his hands red.

He gently pressed his face against Yongze's cold face, warming Yongze's cold face, and called Yongze's name in a low voice, one by one.

It's just that that person will never be able to respond to him, never be able to open his eyes, and will forever and ever just fall into a deep sleep...

The tears turned out to be hot.Warm tears flowed down seemingly endlessly, drop by drop, falling on Yongze's dirty shirt, but they couldn't melt away the many black and red blood stains.

The spies who broke in because they heard the gunshots had already broken into the Wu mansion. They rushed into Zishan's bedroom despite the obstruction of the servants.

Those people wanted to pull Mei Yongze's body away from his arms, he looked at them coldly, and his voice was surprisingly calm: "He is dead, you are already late!"

That day, he seemed to have lost all his senses, and just sat on the floor of the bedroom with Yongze's cooling body in his arms all night, until James drove over to find him the next morning.