As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

He stared at him strangely, with a pile of confetti in front of him.

Looking at the edge of the bed, the notes he left there before he left disappeared.

He froze for a moment, put the novel where Ji Jingchi couldn't touch it, and turned to look for the broom.

The scraps of paper on the floor were cleaned up. He hesitated for a while, and instead of sitting next to the bed, he moved to the end of the bed, sat on the floor and arranged the novels in the entry order mentioned in the forum, and studied them carefully like reading a professional book.

The subtle sound of brushing and writing with the pen tip is like a knife resting on a whetstone, being sharpened twice from time to time.

Ji Jingchi was furious: "Little lunatic, how long are you going to lock me up?"

Luo Yizhou looked back at him, his eyes were clear, his profile was smooth and suspenseful, and his voice was youthful: "Don't call me a little lunatic."

"Little madman! Little madman!"

The little lunatic looked at his eyes as if they were covered with a layer of fog, looked at him in silence for a while, then turned his head back.

Ji Jingchi's throat cracked, and he didn't look back.

At night, Luo Yizhou held a bowl of dark food with unknown ingredients, and fed Ji Jingchi according to "Three Things That Make Him Dedicated to Me".

Ji Jingchi refused to eat anything, the little lunatic looked at him, probably thinking how to grab his stomach.

When he spoke, he frowned slightly, "What do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

Ji Jingchi thought that with his skill, even making dragon meat would not taste good.

He said nothing.

Luo Yizhou stared blankly at him, the staring was boring, and his delicate face remained calm, and he went outside for a while.

Ji Jingchi thought he was doing something important, but he came in with a bucket of instant noodles for a long time.

He carefully carried it over to Ji Jingchi's hand, and when he got closer, Ji Jingchi realized that the back of his hand was red, which should be scalded by boiling water.

He put down the instant noodles, covered the back of his hands and went back to the end of the bed, moved the desk lamp over, and continued to fiddle with his "Strategy Library".

Ji Jingchi's vixen who wanted to throw plates and bowls didn't know how to do it, but now he disappeared.

He asked Luo Yizhou in a hesitant tone: "Little... Luo Yizhou, Bao'er..."

The desk lamp stretched Luo Yizhou's back and disappeared in an unknown place.

Ji Jingchi leaned against the bed, couldn't see his expression, he sighed, "Even if you like her again, you can't come back to life after death, do you understand?"

The water droplets wet the paper of the novel, Ji Jingchi felt sore when he heard it.

At first, he thought that one day someone would tell Jiajia that Ji Jingchi had been dead for so long, you should find another boyfriend, people have to live.

When he finds a way to go back, even if he is buried in the ground, he has to get out and bite this person to death.

But now he doesn't think so anymore, he begs heaven and earth in his heart, Jiajia must not be stubborn.

Jiajia should forget about him quickly, as soon as possible, he can't see Jiajia become like Luo Yizhou one day, just thinking about it makes his heart ache.

On Monday, Luo Yizhou had a class in the morning. He put the fried egg and ham sausage on the bedside, and before leaving, he tugged on the chain twice to make sure it was secure before leaving.

Ji Jingchi fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up the omelet was completely cold, he chewed a couple of mouthfuls and swallowed it like medicine.

His chain cuffed his left wrist just enough for him to move to the end of the bed, and he looked at the chain for something to break it.

His eyes moved to the empty plate beside the bed, and he smashed the plate without hesitation.

He leaned over to pick out the sharpest piece, and cut the iron chain with all his strength, his palm was directly covered with blood.

From the time he woke up until Luo Yizhou came back at noon, he only completed one third of the progress bar.

Luo Yizhou looked at the broken porcelain all over the floor, looked up and down the blood on the bed, went to the living room and brought the medicine kit over, and bandaged his wound.

Ji Jingchi lowered his eyes and saw the big blisters bulging on the back of Luo Yizhou's hand due to burns.

He originally wanted to gloat, but he couldn't laugh no matter what.

Luo Yizhou went out with the medicine box, and came in after a while to clean up the broken tiles. He lay under the bed to see if any fish had slipped through the net.

Ji Jingchi looked at the back of his head lying on the ground, thinking about the feasibility of knocking him out from behind.

But thinking that the chain is only cut to one third, if the work is not completed when the little lunatic wakes up, not only will he not be able to escape, but his life will be in danger.

Luo Yizhou finished the inspection, got up from the ground, checked the surroundings to make sure there was nothing wrong, walked to the end of the bed with a relaxed pace, and continued to read the novel with his arms in his arms.

Ji Jingchi thought that he would be free again in a day or two, and his tone became brisk: "Little lunatic, do you see any tricks?"

Luo Yizhou refused to accept this insulting title, and he chose to block any questions about the beginning of this title.

Ji Jingchi: "I bleed so much today, I want to drink black-bone chicken and turtle soup tonight."

Luo Yizhou: "Yes."

Five minutes later, Luo Yizhou put the book aside and went out to buy groceries.

Taking advantage of his absence, Ji Jingchi climbed to the end of the bed and poured water on his pile of "strategy library".

When Luo Yizhou came back, he saw that the strategy database was flooded, and the freshly printed screenshots of the forum were also affected.

He glanced at Ji Jingchi, who was pretending to be a normal person on the bed, and his voice slipped into his ear canal like spring water despite his displeasure, "You must not do this again."

Ji Jingchi's left ear went in and out of his right ear, pretending he didn't hear it.

"No." Words like "no" and "can't" are not as deterrent as a yawn if there is no violence or bloody incident as a foreshadowing. Reasonable, but he found that Luo Yizhou did not carry out the violence to the end.

He watched Luo Yizhou roll up his sleeves and come in with a mop to mop the floor, showing a thoughtful expression.

His tenacious resistance was met by a ball of soft cotton, not only was his hands and feet unloaded when he swung them out, but they were also wet, which made his heart uncomfortable.

Soup was stewed in the kitchen. Luo Yizhou cleaned up the mess and ran to the kitchen in a hurry. After finishing the housework for a long time, he put on his apron and brought in the black-bone chicken and turtle soup.

Ji Jingchi looked at him, the little lunatic was wearing an apron, like a newly married little daughter-in-law with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

Looking down at the soup, it was really horrible.

What mistake did the soft-shelled turtle and black-bone chicken make? They died and were treated so badly.

He took chopsticks to pick and choose, fiddled for a long time, did not eat soft-shelled turtle or chicken, finally picked up a coriander leaf and put it in his mouth, against his will, he praised the little lunatic: "The taste is not bad."

The little lunatic looked at him suddenly with bright eyes, and the corners of his lips seemed to be smiling.

7. Chapter 7

The curtains made of white cotton gauze are light and thin, and the unstoppable rays of light are like the phosphorescence of the lake surface, dazzing people's eyes finely.

It fell between the eyebrows of the little lunatic, making him innocent and kind, like a little white rabbit that couldn't help being frightened.

But this idea only appeared in Ji Jingchi's mind for a moment, and was broken by the sudden action of the little lunatic.

Luo Yizhou tightly covered his mouth, and Ji Jingchi's hand was in his hand.

The two of them listened to the movement in the hall together.

Someone did come in.

The sound of door opening and footsteps came to their ears one after another, followed by the girl's crisp voice: "Brother?"

elder brother……

Ji Jingchi quickly thought that the person who came should be Luo Yizhou's half-sister, Lu Xiaoxi.

Luo Yizhou's family situation is similar to the ups and downs of the two protagonists in this play.

Ten years ago, Luo Yizhou's father died in an accident. His mother Su Ran was still very young at that time, so through the introduction of Luo Yizhou's cousin, she remarried with Lu Xiaoxi's father Lu Yangting.

At that time Lu Xiaoxi was eight years old and Luo Yizhou was nine years old.

Fortunately, the little madman's stepfather is an upright and compassionate person, so his growth path was not too crooked.

Ji Jingchi's hands loosened slowly, pointing to the direction of the living room, his eyes fell on Luo Yizhou's face in front of him, to the effect: Your sister calls you, you should respond.

Luo Yizhou looked at him with disbelief.

Ji Jingchi looked over sincerely: I promise not to shout.

The moment Luo Yizhou hesitated to let go of his hand, Ji Jingchi's howl was like killing a pig: "Help! Bind..."

no use...

Luo Yizhou took a shirt and rolled it into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, blocked his shouting, and then tied his hands tightly with chains. After making sure that he couldn't break free, he frowned slightly , looking at the bloody tiger's mouth bitten by Ji Jingchi.

The sticky and fishy sweetness of the blood brought him a strange touch, which made him a little dazed.

After observing that there was no substantial injury, he looked away, picked up the corner of the quilt and wiped his hands, then pushed open the door and walked out as if nothing had happened.

At about this time, Lu Xiaoxi was about to open the door to come in. The two of them were stuck two steps away from the bathroom, and their voices seemed to pass into the room where Ji Jingchi was.

Lu Xiaoxi's voice was full of curiosity: "Brother, were you alone in the room just now?"

Luo Yizhou: "Yes."

"I clearly heard someone talking." She said as she took two steps, her steps suddenly stopped.

"Brother! You're hurt!"

Their voices were a little farther away, as if they had reached the living room.

Ji Jingchi was sweating in a hurry in the room, and exhausted all his efforts to put his hand on the bedside table, and the black-bone chicken and turtle soup was a glorious sacrifice.

It should have heard the movement, and Lu Xiaoxi's question came indistinctly: "What is that sound..."

"A puppy." Luo Yizhou's voice was cold, "Do you want to see it?"

"How is it possible, you know, I'm allergic to dog hair."

Luo Yizhou: "You came to see me, what's the matter?"

Lu Xiaoxi: "Oh, ah...brother, today is your birthday, did you forget?"

"Mom and Dad are calling you home for dinner."

It was nearly 10 minutes after the sound of the door closing that Ji Jingchi tore off the shirt with his mouth closed