After the funeral, I abused the scum with the bamboo horse

January, Switzerland.

On the campus road of the University of Zurich, the sunshine like broken gold spread all over the ground.

Nie Jiayan was thinking about things as he walked, and when he arrived at the school gate, someone tapped his shoulders.

"Nie, where are you going to spend your winter vacation?"

The European youth wearing black earrings put one hand in his pocket and looked at him with a bright smile. Behind him stood several youths of similar age holding luggage.

Nie Jiayan calmly took away the other's arm from his shoulder, thought for a moment, and said, "Stay in the apartment and write your thesis."

"Comeon," the studded youth said with an expression of "sure enough", "You have already received scholarships every year, and the last year should be easy to spend."

"Nie, isn't it the virtue that you Chinese admire most, to give others a way out?"

No matter how much the young man with the earrings tried to persuade, Nie Jiayan kept a faint smile on his face and didn't speak, but the rejection was clearly conveyed by his eyes.

In the end, the others couldn't stand it any longer, and joked one after another, "Forget Kris, no one can persuade Nie to decide something, you'd better save your energy and play."

"Yeah, let's go, William has already selected several places, we have to determine the route quickly."

Kris, that is, the young man with stud earrings, glanced helplessly at Nie Jiayan's thin and straight figure under the sun, but was dragged away by his companions in the end.

When the people are gone, the ears will be quiet.

With his hands in his pockets, Nie Jiayan walked slowly along the street after leaving the school gate, thinking about what ingredients he would go to the supermarket to buy for the next week while walking.

After a while, he felt a car following behind him.

A mellow smell wafted from the cafe facing the street. Nie Jiayan bought a cup of coffee as if nothing had happened, drank it slowly and continued on his way.

After making two turns in a row, the car drove in front of him impatiently.

The middle-aged man with gray temples was wearing a decent suit and got out of the car. After standing still in front of Nie Jiayan, he bowed slightly and said, "Master Nie, long time no see."

"It's been a long time." Nie Jiayan raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a smile that was almost non-existent. "It should be four years, right? Uncle Shen."

Shen Yunnian said, "It's four and a half years."

Nie Jiayan smiled, "That's longer than I thought."

After all, he was about to bypass and continue walking.

As soon as he took a step, Shen Yunnian raised his hand to stop him, "Master Nie, the master's funeral is coming soon, please follow me back."

The thin smile in Nie Jiayan's eyes faded away in an instant. After throwing the finished coffee cup into the trash can beside him, he put his hands back into his pockets again.

"Uncle Shen, since you call me Young Master Nie, why are you more confused than me? Your old man's surname is Lin, and my surname is Nie. If you want to find someone to keep your filial piety, you should go to his precious grandson, not me."

"Master Nie..."

Nie Jiayan interrupted him with a smile, "That's it. I'm glad that Uncle Shen came to see me today. I have something else to do. Goodbye."

Shen Yunnian's eyes moved, he stared at Nie Jiayan's passing figure for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Then offend you, Young Master Nie."

Before Nie Jiayan realized what he meant, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck, and then he completely lost consciousness.

The boundless black is like an impenetrable net, quietly covering the sky above the city.

When Nie Jiayan woke up again, he found himself in the car.

The back of his neck hurts intermittently, and just as he sat up with the car door propped up, Shen Yunnian at his side stretched out his hand to help him.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery passing by the car window, Nie Jiayan was silent, and then slowly moved his body to the corner of the car door.

Shen Yunnian took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it and handed it to him, "Master Nie, we are now on our way back to the old house of the Lin family. You can still sleep for a while, and I will call you when we arrive."

Nie Jiayan took it and took a sip, the cold mineral water flowed down the throat, the cold made the internal organs tremble, and it also made people sober.

"Uncle Shen, who asked you to invite me back?" Nie Jiayan asked.

Shen Yunnian quickly replied: "It's Master Ran Yi."

After carefully pondering the answer in his mind, Nie Jiayan's mouth curved into a sarcasm, and he didn't ask any more questions, but wrapped his coat tightly around his body, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Ten minutes later, the car slowly drove into the Lin family compound with black and white elegiac couplets hanging on them.

When Nie Jiayan was woken up, his forehead and palms were wet, as if he had just experienced a frightening nightmare, his crow-colored pupils were filled with damp fear.

Shen Yunnian was taken aback by his appearance, and just about to ask him what's wrong, he saw Nie Jiayan close his eyelids.

When he opened his eyes again, his expression returned to the previous indifference and calmness.

Shen Yunnian hesitated to speak, and finally took Nie Jiayan to the guest room first, asked him to change into a black suit, and then led him to the mourning hall.

The guests who came to express their condolences have already arrived in sevens and eights, and they all gathered in the mourning hall.

Nie Jiayan followed Shen Yunnian in, wearing a filial cloth on his arm, and quickly attracted the attention of others. That is Mr. Lin's adopted son?He looks so young, and feels younger than the young master. "

"Isn't it? I heard that this adopted son does not have the surname of Guanlin, after all, he is just a person with a foreign surname."

"Then what is he doing back here?"

"What else can I do? Divide the property."

.........

The voices of pointing and pointing could be heard all around, but Nie Jiayan turned a deaf ear to it, and raised his eyes slightly, and saw the young man standing in the middle of the mourning hall turning his head in doubt when he heard the restlessness.

The four eyes met, the man was startled for a moment, and then a look of joy appeared on his face. Before he could take a step to meet him, the woman beside him grabbed him.

"Ran Yi, what do you want to do?"

"Mom, I just want to say hello to Jiayan."

"What to fight!"

Xu Manling gave Nie Jiayan a hard look, "He just came back to grab the property from your father. How can you have any affection for this treacherous little bastard!"

"Mom, Jiayan is not such a person."

"It's not why he came back, and I don't know what your cousin wants to do..."

Nie Jiayan lowered his eyelids, pretending not to hear the argument between the mother and son, and after standing still in front of the coffin, he bowed slightly.

Shen Yunnian handed over three sticks of incense, and the moment Nie Jiayan raised his hand to take them, he suddenly felt a long and tall shadow covering his side.

Lin Yixing came out of the inner hall wearing the same style of black suit as him.

He was as handsome as if carefully sculpted by an artist. His facial features were sharp and sharp, and his outline was extremely deep and cold. However, his beautiful water-colored pupils were slightly raised at the end of his eyes, but they were as warm as jade, making him look gentle and indifferent.

When Lin Ran also saw Lin Yixing, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. He quickly took a step back and whispered to him, "Cousin, Jiayan is back."

Lin Yixing didn't answer, and looked straight at the figure who was close at hand.

Nie Jiayan was standing in a place where the light alternated between light and dark. His slender figure was outlined by the black suit, half in the light and half in the dark.

The eyebrows and eyes seem to have opened a little, and the childishness of youth has faded away, looking delicate and cold.

After only looking up at the person who came, Nie Jiayan looked away, ignoring the eager gaze of the other person on him, and after burning the incense, he went back to where he should be and sat down.

A few mourning guests came one after another. Lin Yixing had no time to spare, so he didn't look at him again.

Nie Jiayan sat on the mat for nearly three hours, feeling a little tired, so he got up and walked outside.

As soon as he moved, Shen Yunnian followed suit.

The mourning hall is located in the main house. Walking down the steps, you can see an aged crane fountain.

The clean spring water falls into the pond in an arc shape, and there are several bright red koi swimming at the bottom, which look full of vitality.

Nie Jiayan glanced at Shen Yunnian, who was following me step by step, and said with a sincere concern, "Uncle Shen, aren't you tired after following me like this?"

There was no emotion on the face, and Shen Yunnian, whose waist was already a little sore, shook his head persistently, "This is my duty."

Nie Jiayan smiled, but couldn't tell if he was laughing or just simply thought it was funny.

He supported the edge of the fountain, supported it with both hands, and turned over neatly and sat on the clean stone above.

"Uncle Shen, don't lie to me, he asked you to follow me, right?"

Nie Jiayan propped his hands behind his back, and his long legs hung down slightly, facing the sunlight, like a wanton and lazy teenager.

But his eyes no longer had the innocent and innocent emotions of his youth, his eyes were clear and cold, looking alienated and indifferent.

"You tell him not to waste his efforts in vain. I want to go. No one can stop me."

Shen Yunnian raised his head, just about to speak, but saw Nie Jiayan's gaze suddenly raised, and he went directly past him to look in the direction behind him.

On the steps a few steps away, Lin Yixing stood straight and quiet.

Nie Jiayan only took one look, then jumped down, "Uncle Shen, I'm tired and want to sleep."

Shen Yunnian turned his head and glanced at Lin Yixing, seeing that the latter did not stop him, he said, "I'll take you to the guest room to rest."

Nie Jiayan let out a "hmm", then turned and followed.

It was still the room where I changed clothes earlier.

After Shen Yunnian closed the door and left, Nie Jiayan took off his suit jacket, casually threw the tie on the ground, then lifted the quilt and got into the soft bed.

The incense in the house is light verbena mixed with lemon, and the middle note is mixed with unknown woody fragrance.

Not long after Nie Jiayan closed his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep.

As the sun sets, the twilight gradually sinks, and the quietly approaching darkness swallows up the last ray of light in the sky.

Nie Jiayan was woken up by the sound of rain, the dripping rain hitting the glass window, mixed with the howling of cold wind.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a shadow sitting beside the bed.

The rest of the room was pitch black, except for a warm yellow lamp on the bedside, illuminating half of the world.

Almost the whole body of Lin Yixing was hidden in the darkness, only a pair of warm and beautiful phoenix eyes watched him quietly under the light.

Compared with those horrible suffocating images in dreams, waking up to find someone looking at you is really nothing.

Nie Jiayan sat up holding the quilt, feeling sweat slipping from his forehead, he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to wipe it off.

Before he had time to move, Lin Yixing pressed his palm against his forehead, wiped his wet hair at the same time, and said, "You have a low fever."

Nie Jiayan pursed his chapped mouth, and coldly pushed his hand away, "Don't worry about it."

There seemed to be a hint of hurt in Lin Yixing's eyes, but when he looked closely, there seemed to be nothing.

He got up and went to the tea room in the guest room, and after a while, he came out with a cup of warm water.

"Drink some water first, and if you still feel uncomfortable later, let the doctor take a look."

Nie Jiayan raised his hand, and with the same movement as just now, pushed the glass of water to the ground.

The sound of broken porcelain was particularly crisp in the quiet room.

As if he had expected Nie Jiayan's attitude a long time ago, Lin Yixing didn't say anything, bent down to pick up the tiles and threw them into the trash can, then changed the side of the wet carpet.

"When will you let me go?" Nie Jiayan asked.

Lin Yixing looked into his moist eyes, and said in a low voice, "I will let you go back after I give you the inheritance you deserve."

Hearing this, Nie Jiayan smiled, his eyes full of sarcasm, "What do you mean I deserve it? Lin Yixing, you are implying me that I donated a kidney to the old man anyway, so I will share his inheritance." Of course, right?"

Lin Yixing was speechless, seeing Nie Jiayan's face getting paler, he couldn't help reaching out to touch his face.

But before he got close, Nie Jiayan hugged the quilt and shrank back, like a small animal that had suffered a great injury, all of a sudden erected the spikes all over his body to resist the beast that had been violent to him.

Lin Yixing's heart ached from his actions, and a little sadness appeared in his eyes, "Squeeze..."

"Don't call me that!"

Nie Jiayan interrupted him abruptly. Under the excitement, his thin chest heaved and trembled, and even his eyes showed extreme hatred and disgust.

"Lin Yixing, I don't want any inheritance, and I don't need you to compensate me. I just want to stay away from you Lin people. The farther the better."

After all, he lifted the quilt and wanted to get off the ground, but just as he made a gesture, Lin Yixing pushed him back on the bed.

"what about me?"

The cold and deep face was full of painful emotions, Lin Yixing's eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, "Nie Jiayan, can you take me away too?"

"Don't let me like you, and then leave me alone..."

As if stimulated by Lin Yixing's words, Nie Jiayan struggled so hard that he almost knocked him to the ground.

During the dispute, the lamp next to it was knocked over and fell to the ground, the sound was so loud that it directly alarmed Shen Yunnian who was guarding the door.

When he opened the door and came in, he saw Nie Jiayan's pale face was restrained by Lin Yixing, he quickly stepped forward to stop him, "Eldest young master, you are scaring young master Nie, don't do this."

Lin Yixing woke up like a dream, as if realizing that he had done something wrong again, he put his arm around Nie Jiayan's shoulder in a hurry, trying to help him up.

Before he could move, Nie Jiayan suddenly leaned over and punched him hard in the face.

"Lin Yixing, don't tell me you like me,"

The wet pupils reflected the cold hatred, Nie Jiayan said: "You are not fucking worthy!"

Blood oozes from the corner of his damaged mouth, Lin Yixing stared blankly at Nie Jiayan, bitter emotions filled his entire chest, making him feel his heart tightening and aching, almost suffocating.

Shen Yunnian persuaded him for a long time before sending the distraught Lin Yixing away.

Nie Jiayan was propped up on the edge of the bed in exhaustion, and just about to throw off the quilt and go to the ground, Shen Yunnian, who had gone back and forth, stepped forward to support his arm, and persuaded him: "Master Nie, you still have a fever, and it's raining outside, you should take a rest." Take a break."

Nie Jiayan didn't speak, and he didn't intend to let go of the fingers holding the quilt.

Shen Yunnian had no choice but to promise him: "Don't worry, I will take good care of the young master and won't let him come to disturb you again."

The wet eyelashes drooped and suppressed all emotions. After a long time, Nie Jiayan let go: "Okay, but I must leave tomorrow."

"I will convey your meaning to the young master."

Nie Jiayan nodded, and slowly let go of his fingers.

Shen Yunnian went to get a clean towel, wiped his face and neck when it got wet, and then brought a new set of pajamas.

When Nie Jiayan finished changing, he took the changed clothes to the door and left.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and the crackling sound of the rain was hitting the glass, and the night was dark, like the mouth of a wild beast.

Nie Jiayan was lying on the bed, his nerves tensed and aching. He got up and went to the ground, found a board of medicines that were left in his coat pocket, swallowed two pills with cold water, and then lay back.

The medicine relieved the tight pain on the nerves, and gradually, he fell into a more humid and heavy darkness.

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