My nemesis confessed to me

This is the ninth day that Wang Qi was sent in.

The people he sees most every day are doctors and nurses in white coats.

But he could never remember what they looked like.

He cooperates with the examination every day, takes medicine, and is so obedient that he is not like the hysterical self he was a few days ago.

But other than that, he never said a word, never moved, even the eyes that stared straight ahead were like two black glazes embedded in it, false and soulless.

There are only three short days before New Year's Eve.

There are more and more smiles in the hospital, and fewer and fewer people. To this day, all the slight movements of the past have been silenced.

Chu Yi leaned against the door with a cigarette in her mouth, without the slightest bit of guilt for smoking in front of the patient.

He looked at the window with a slit open, and asked softly, "Isn't it cold?"

Wang Qiduan sat on the edge of the bed, without any response as it should.

He walked over, closing even the last air gap.

The strong and pungent smell of tobacco wafted through this small ward.

Chu Yi sat beside him, with two long legs propped up, one hand behind her waist, and a cigarette in the other. She looked loose and casual.

"I heard you don't seem to like the smell of cigarettes."

Chu Yi raised his hand, wisps of white smoke drifted from the tip of his nose.

Wang Qi didn't answer, still like a piece of wood that wouldn't react.

"Well...but I don't think you should care."

Chu Yi took a puff of cigarette confidently, watching the smoke disperse in the air.

He lowered his head and dusted off the cigarette ash.

"Excuse me, I shook the ashes onto your feet."

Little bits of gray soot fell from the white insteps of the feet on the ground.

Wang Qi stared at the front without turning his eyes, without any response.

Chu Yi squinted her eyes, took a few deep puffs, and the half-length smoke quickly burned to the end.

He exhaled the last puff of cigarette, turned his head to Wang Qi and said, "So, it shouldn't matter if you put out the cigarette for me."

After finishing speaking, the burning cigarette butt was pressed on the back of Wang Qi's scarred hand.

He looked at him without blinking.

What disappointed him was that Wang Qi didn't even tremble his eyelashes.

Looking down slightly, he saw a red tassel hanging down on Wang Qi's leg.

He stretched out his hand and picked up the fiery red tassel with his fingertips.

"What, it looks very beautiful." As soon as the words fell, he grabbed the tassel, but the person who hadn't responded suddenly grabbed the thing in his hand, Chu Yi tugged, and couldn't even pull it. move.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Chinese knot, isn't it?"

He used a little force, but the person pulling him was even heavier.

The expressionless person lowered his head slowly, staring at Chu Yi's hand holding Suicou.Then, those dark eyes slowly looked at him.

In the dim light, Wang Qi moved extremely slowly, and every movement was extremely strange. He pursed his lips and said nothing, only his eyes were stubborn.

Chu Yi finally smiled.

He let go of his hand, holding it to his ear in some surrender.

"Alright alright."

Wang Qi looked at him steadily, and after a long while, he slowly looked away.

Chu Yi saw Wang Qi's fingers on his knees move, and the drooping fringe was slowly pulled into his palm by Wang Qi's fingers.

Soon, that little bit of red was gone.

Chu Yi laughed out loud.

He bent over, stood up while laughing, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out shaking his head.

"It's almost New Year's Eve."

……

A very restless dream.

All kinds of grotesque faces suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, like hideous ghosts in hell.

It's like this night that melts into the cold wind.

Wang Qi suddenly opened his eyes, and a black shadow stood by the bed.

He slowly turned his head to the side, meeting a pair of eyes sunk in the darkness.

Slowly, a fair and handsome face was revealed in the hazy moonlight.

It looks like the most vicious and dark ghost in Wang Qi's dream.

"Second Young Master."

The gentle tone is like a ray of spring breeze that can melt anyone's heart.

It's just that at this moment, it's weird and makes people's heart palpitate.

Wang Qi looked at him steadfastly, but he pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

The other party bent down, like a gloomy mountain, shrouded above Wang Qi.

"People outside said that the second young master is crazy, I don't believe it, so I decided to take a look for myself."

Wang Qi didn't move at all, like a puppet.

Those dark eyes were just as empty.

It's just that when I look straight at people, I always feel a little eerie.

The tall and thin man stretched out his hand, and slid it from Wang Qi's forehead to his temples to his chin.

The fingertips still carried the coldness of the cold night, which fit perfectly with Wang Qi's always low body temperature.

"Second Young Master seems to have lost weight."

The warm voice seems to be whispering to the closest lover.

It's just that a blade with a cold light suddenly appeared in that beautiful and slender hand.

However, a finger-knot-long blade was firmly attached to Wang Qi's neck.

With just a little effort, blood beads ooze out of the delicate skin.

Wang Qi looked straight at the other party without blinking his eyelids, his fine eyelashes cast a mysterious and seductive shadow in the dark night.

Li Mingzhi slid his Adam's apple, and slowly moved the hand holding the blade to his face.

"People say that after seeing Er Shao's face, no one will be tempted. I didn't believe it before. But now... I think Er Shao is more beautiful than everyone in the world."

Li Mingzhi looked at Wang Qi quietly, the blade cast a icy halo in the moonlight that came in.

Wang Qi didn't move or speak.

Li Mingzhi slightly hooked his lips, his eyes filled with a crazy desire to destroy.

The blade cut Wang Qi's face, from his cheek to his cheekbone, at first there were fine blood beads, and then the blood beads turned into a gurgling stream, dyeing the white bed sheet red along his cheeks, That fair and beautiful hand was dyed red.

Wang Qi's hand under the quilt flicked slightly, and he tightly grasped the Chinese knot in his hand, as if grasping a lock that restrains the door of his heart.

With a "ding dong", the blood-stained blade fell to the ground.

Li Mingzhi took a step back suddenly, hunched over and covered his mouth tightly.

His shoulders kept shaking, and he could faintly hear some suppressed coughing.

In Wang Qi's black eyes, he saw bright red blood overflowing from the gap between Li Mingzhi's fingers, dripping onto the clean ground.

Li Mingzhi supported the head of the bed with one hand, and covered his mouth tightly with the other hand.

After an unknown amount of time, he raised his head, his pale face mixed with blood and a strange sense of gloom.

He panted slightly, calmed his breath, looked at the blood on his hands, and wiped it off his clothes slowly.

"Smiled."

He pursed his lips in a hoarse voice.

The redness of the corners of the mouth is like a ghost who has drunk blood.

He bent down, picked up the blade on the ground with some difficulty, moved his trembling fingers nimbly, and the blade was hidden in his sleeve and disappeared.

Wang Qi was still the same as before, just staring at him, but there was no reaction.

He straightened up, standing a little askew.

"Second Young Master, see you next time."

He waved his hand, staggered and hurried towards the door.

Through his thin back, you can see that he reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then wiped it on his clothes in disgust.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Qi, who was as stiff as a corpse, moved his neck slowly. He lay on his back on the bed and looked straight at the ceiling. Shallow flesh and blood came out.

His dark eyes blinked slightly, and he slowly curled his lips into a smile.

……

Near the end of the year, most companies have ushered in vacations.

But for Li Qingkai, everything has just begun.

He was sitting in the co-pilot, with one hand slightly resting on his forehead.

Today he is going to see Wei Qingxi.

During that time in Qingzhou Garden, most of the company's affairs were in the hands of the young man, but Wei Qingxi's secret help was indispensable for many things.

Otherwise, for two full months, those wolves, tigers and leopards would not let go of this opportunity to swallow Mrs. Li.

Today, he is going to talk to Wei Qingxi face to face about the recent progress.

I haven't been able to sleep well for the past few days, coupled with more frequent rehabilitation training, even Li Qingkai, who has always been quiet, shows a trace of fatigue.

The young man glanced at him.

"Do you want to smoke?"

Although smoking is not good, for Li Qingkai, sometimes it is a good medicine that can help him stay awake and stable.At least, it can temporarily suppress the irritability in his heart.

Li Qingkai shook his head, looked out the window and said, "You have to get used to it."

This really didn't seem like something Li Qingkai would say.

The young man turned the steering wheel and moved away from the middle seat.

A car has been following them since they got on this road.

At first, he thought it was blocking the way, and he didn't want to cause unnecessary entanglements, so he moved in a different direction.

It's just that the car followed closely behind the car again.

After driving for more than 20 minutes, he was quite sure that the car was coming towards them.

"Get rid of him."

Li Qingkai frowned a little annoyed.

He didn't want to waste time with these little characters.

The young man nodded, he turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator to speed up.

While maintaining the high speed, the car behind gradually opened up the distance, but when driving to a forked road, a black car suddenly drove out of the intersection and rushed towards him.

Only then did the young man realize that the car behind him was clearly a cover.

He glanced sideways at Li Qingkai.

Li Qingkai opened his eyes, his deep eyes were calm and indifferent.

The young man raised the corners of his lips and smiled. He stepped on the gas pedal and turned the steering wheel quickly with his hands.

At that moment, not even the glasses could block the sharp cold light in his eyes.

"Oh!"

A black car circled a few times in the middle of the road, then crashed straight into the guardrail, and rushed towards the traffic lights on the side of the road.

The other car made a wrong angle and crashed into the green belt in the other direction.

The rising smoke has a pungent smell of gunpowder.

The car that crashed into the green belt slammed open the door, and a pair of long legs wrapped in suit pants stepped down.

The young man slowly pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and took out a wheelchair from the trunk.

A slender white hand stretched out from the car door on the other side. With a little force, a tall and thin man came out of the car door with his head bowed.

He lowered his head slightly, revealing half of his angular face.

With one step on his long legs, he sat on the wheelchair and put his arms crossed in front of his stomach.

A pair of cold and indifferent eyes lifted slightly, and the stern face carried an alienation that would not be violated by anyone.

The author has something to say: It was originally expected to end in April, but unexpectedly, it came to the end of April...