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

"Nie Jiayan,"

Lin Yixing's eyes were as red as blood, "Do you feel uncomfortable if you don't torture me for a day?"

His palms tightly clasped Nie Jiayan's thin shoulder blades, as if he had used a lot of endurance to resist the urge to crush them.

"Why do you hide from me after living so hard outside?"

"I've raised you for such a fucking long time! It's been five years since I gave you a surgical scar..."

"...How could you, how could you be so bullied..."

At the end of the sentence, Lin Yixing broke down in tears.

He buried his head on Nie Jiayan's neck, and the hot teardrops fell silently one after another.

Nie Jiayan also couldn't tell whether it was self-abuse to say these things.

Lin Yixing kept repeating a heavy and feeble sorry in his ear, but he didn't mention anything else.

After silently watching the rain outside the window for a while, Nie Jiayan put on his shirt and buttoned it one by one.

Touching his tear-soaked neck, he whispered as if he was exhausted: "Lin Yixing, let's get together and get separated."

Lin Yixing raised his head tremblingly, "Nie Nie..."

"I don't like people lying to me, but you've crossed that line so many times."

"I don't know what kind of medicine you're selling in your gourd, I've done enough chess pieces in your hand..."

As if feeling more and more tired, Nie Jiayan ended the topic neatly, "If you are ready to transfer the gift agreement, you can ask me to sign it."

"After signing, we will owe nothing."

Lin Yixing said hello in a weak hoarse voice, then reached out and opened the side drawer.

Nie Jiayan lowered his head and put on a sweater. Just as one arm was put on, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck.

"Nie Nie,"

Lin Yixing's thin lips pressed against his ears, and his voice was soft and far away, as if passing through a layer of fog into his eardrums, "Go to sleep."

"When you wake up, nothing will happen."

"Lin Yixing..."

Nie Jiayan tried hard to stay awake by digging at the flesh with his nails, but his vision became increasingly blurred uncontrollably.

Before the last trace of consciousness disappeared, all he could think about was to chop Lin Yixing into pieces and sink him to the bottom of the sea.

Since leaving the Lin family that year, Nie Jiayan has always hated rainy days.

Because Lin Yixing had someone put anesthetics into his veins, and when he was pushed into the operating room, it was raining heavily outside the window.

At that time, he was so dazed that he couldn't even tell whether it was really raining or just the sound of rain he imagined.

There is no pain during the operation because the whole body is unconscious.

When he woke up again, the incision on the side of his waist had been stitched up.

There was no sign of Lin Yixing in the ward, Shen Yunnian said, the young master went to take care of the master.

Nie Jiayan remembered that he pulled out the tube and made a lot of noise, repeating hoarsely: "Let Lin Yixing come to see me!"

But no matter how many times he repeated, Lin Yixing never showed up.

A week later, his wound no longer oozes blood, and the skin and flesh stick together crookedly, and he will not heal.

Shen Yunian came to inform that the young master has already contacted foreign universities, young master Nie, we are now leaving to go abroad to recuperate.

Nie Jiayan didn't have any objections, he could arrange it however he wanted.

Perhaps because he was very obedient these days, Shen Yunnian withdrew a few bodyguards and only brought one to escort him to the airport.

Last night, Lin Shenjin came to see him.

Expressing concern, he reprimanded Lin Yixing for his cold-blooded and ruthless crimes, and also tactfully expressed that he could help him start over elsewhere.

Nie Jiayan asked, why did you help me?

Lin Shenjin just smiled and said, you look a lot like a friend of mine.

Nie Jiayan had no time to care about whether the reason was sincere or perfunctory.

At that time, he urgently needed a rope to climb out of the abyss named Lin Yixing, and it happened that Lin Shenjin handed it over, and he grabbed it.

Nie Jiayan was awakened by the needle, and the flowing liquid was injected into his body along the needle.

He opened his eyes with a frown, quietly waiting for his vision to change from blurred to clear.

Dr. Liang stood beside him, and when he saw that he was awake, he turned his head and said to Shen Yunnian, "It's fine."

As soon as Nie Jiayan raised his shoulders, Shen Yunnian stepped forward to help him up, "Master Nie, you slept for nearly 20 hours."

Nie Jiayan had expected that if Lin Yi made a move, he would have to sleep for at least one day to take off.

20 hours is not much.

After sending Dr. Liang away, Shen Yunnian told him anxiously: "Master Nie, the young master set off to find Master Jin three hours ago."

"We kept in touch during the period, but 3 minutes ago, his location disappeared, and the phone couldn't get through."

Seeing that Nie Jiayan was unmoved, Shen Yunnian's voice was tinged with eager pleading: "Master Nie, I know you must find a way to find the young master."

"Please save him, will you?"

Facing Shen Yunnian's cloudy eyes full of pleading emotions, Nie Jiayan curled his lips coldly, "Isn't he very powerful, and he likes to take care of everything? Then let him save himself."

"If he dies unfortunately, I will take over the Lin family, and then everything will go on as usual, and your salary will not be affected in any way."

"Master Nie..."

Ignoring Shen Yunnian's surprised and heartbroken expression, Nie Jiayan put on his coat indifferently and went out.

Zhong Shaoting had just finished a routine inspection.

The young and beautiful nurse was talkative and attentive. When she pushed him back to the ward in a wheelchair, she softly comforted him not to worry.

"Mr. Zhong, your leg will be in a cast in a few weeks."

"At that time, if you do a good job of rehabilitation, your actions will not be affected in the future."

Zhong Shaoting smiled and said "thank you" to her. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw Nie Jiayan standing in the corridor playing with his mobile phone.

As if hearing something, Nie Jiayan turned his head to look over, and then put down the phone.

Nie Jiayan's face was round when he was young, like Nie Yi, but when he grew up, his mandible was well-defined, and his profile looked very similar to him.

Zhong Shaoting was stunned for a moment, and the nurse pushed him to Nie Jiayan.

"Mr. Zhong, is this your son?"

The nurse looked at the two people's very similar profiles from a certain angle, and couldn't help but smile and said, "He looks like you."

"You are so blessed to have such a big son at such a young age."

Zhong Shaoting has always been eloquent and eloquent, but now for some reason, he was silent for more than ten seconds without saying a word.

The nurse was wondering, so Nie Jiayan stretched out his hand to support the wheelchair, and politely said to her, "I can push it, thank you."

The nurse dazzled by his beauty, was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled shyly, "It's okay, you are too polite."

After pushing Zhong Shaoting back to the ward, Nie Jiayan helped him to sit on the edge of the bed, and then arranged his legs that had been casted.

After finishing, I went to fetch hot water and wash the fruit for him.

During this period, Zhong Shaoting watched him busy in silence, feeling a little dazed.

When Nie Jiayan picked up the fruit knife and wanted to peel an apple for him, Zhong Shaoting opened his mouth and stopped him with a smile, "No need, I don't like apples."

Nie Jiayan put down the apple and lowered his head, his overly long eyelashes made him look childish.

Perhaps influenced by the nurse's sentence "he looks like you", Zhong Shaoting raised his hand uncontrollably.

When he came back to his senses, the palm of his hand was already on Nie Jiayan's profile.

"Why are you so free to see Dad today?"

As he spoke, he lightly touched Nie Jiayan's cheek, trying to cover up his gaffe.

Nie Jiayan raised his eyes and looked at him, his dark eyes were clear and sad, "I want to see you."

The corners of Zhong Shaoting's lips raised and he was about to speak, when he heard Nie Jiayan say: "Maybe we won't meet again in the future, I want to see you one more time while we can still see each other."

This sentence came very suddenly.

Zhong Shaoting was stunned for a long time before putting away his surprised expression.

"Why are you saying these words all of a sudden?"

He smiled, "Are you planning not to live with me in the future? Or, you repent and don't want to forgive me?"

Nie Jiayan moved slightly closer, and her dark and beautiful eyes looked deeply into the depths of Zhong Shaoting's pupils.

"Father, Lin Yixing is missing."

Before Zhong Shaoting could speak, Nie Jiayan said again: "If he dies, I will bury him."

"Father, do you know what it means to be buried?"

"If he dies, I will die with him."

Zhong Shaoting: "..."

Suburbs, villas.

"Xiaoxing, aren't you the best at calculating people's hearts?"

Lin Shenjin held a cigarette in one hand, and the cigarette butt that was glowing with scarlet flames gently and slowly burned through the documents in her hand, "You don't really think that if you give such a little compensation, I can forget it."

"70.00% of Lin Group's shares is already a lot, third uncle, you have to be content."

Lin Yixing stood upright in the living room, his tall figure blocking the sunlight that slanted in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and his tone was polite and superior.

No matter how Lin Shenjin sees or hears it, she finds it annoying.

"Contentment?"

Lin Shenjin smiled sarcastically, stood up suddenly, and vigorously knocked Lin Yixing's calf bone with the crutch in his hand.

The crutches were specially made by hand, and they were more lethal than the crutches that Lin Tongchen used to break his leg back then.

Lin Shenjin heard the sound of bones cracking.

Seeing Lin Yixing's face suddenly pale as paper.

He also saw Lin Yixing's half-kneeling posture with one knee on the ground in pain.

He was like a vulture who became wildly excited when he smelled blood, pinching Lin Yixing by the back of the neck and forcing him to bow his head to him.

"Lin Yixing, haven't you understood what I want?"

"You rely on the old man to love you, and you hurt me like this,"

"Knowing that I was short of public funds by reselling national treasures, I still have to wait until I get something done before I expose it,"

"Do you think I don't know what's on your mind?"

Lin Shenjin narrowed her five fingers hard, and felt that Lin Yi, who was restrained by him, moved as if he was going to fight back, so she immediately lowered her voice to warn: "You'd better not act rashly,"

"Otherwise Nie Jiayan will die a miserable death."

"Aren't you most afraid of his pain? I chopped off his white-tender fingers one by one,"

"Then dig out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, drain the blood little by little, and let you watch how he dies..."

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