Slag Gong wants to eat back grass [Quick Transmigration]

, is a memory he wants to forget but refuses to forget.

There is no lesson preparation and no teaching materials, so he just started to talk eloquently, from the three primary colors to color difference, photography, from aperture to etching, the knowledge has not faded under the years of training, but is timeless.

Lu Hanjiang also gradually became fascinated.

When he was studying at N University, he was often the king of skipping classes, and occasionally arrived on time a few times, and his attention was not on his studies.

This was the first time he listened to Qin Zhuang's class from the perspective of a student. Even though he knew it was just a dream, and knew that Qin Zhuang would never have the chance to return to school in this life, he was willing to accompany him to finish the play.

Why are your eyes moist when you are clearly immersed in something you like?Lu Hanjiang thought in his heart.

As the get out of class bell rang, Qin Zhuang's lecture finally came to an end.

The only student in the audience applauded for him, and the applause echoed in the empty classroom, like the past that could never go back.

Qin Zhuang put the remaining piece of chalk and said to Lu Hanjiang, "Let's go."

Recognize the reality, let's get out of the fantasy, we who are trapped in the shadow of Fan Qinghe have no future.

[System prompt: The sub-line character Lu Hanjiang loves +10, and the current love value is 95. 】

[System prompt: "Back to the past" wish fulfilled 100%. 】

They took their meager luggage and embarked on the journey of escape again.

Lu Hanjiang was driving the car, and Qin Zhuang was sitting in the back seat. It was rare for the two of them to talk to each other and talk freely about their expectations for the future.

Lu Hanjiang: "We can buy a manor, plant some farmers, and raise a batch of alpacas."

Qin Zhuang: "There must be a dog."

Lu Hanjiang: "Yes, let's get a dog to watch the house."

Qin Zhuang: "I'm talking about pet dogs."

Lu Hanjiang: "Do you like dogs? Then, I will go to the pet store and pick out a cute white-haired dumpling for you."

Qin Zhuang: "I will earn money by myself, and I will not owe you favors."

Lu Hanjiang raised his lips and said, "Okay."

But there was a creaking sound, and the car stopped under the action of the brakes.

There were only a few sporadic cars left on the road where cars used to come and go.

With their car as the center, they rushed from all directions, as if they were intercepting some vicious gangsters.

Qin Zhuang's heart skipped a beat suddenly, and some bad premonition suddenly surfaced.

The rear door of the parked black car not far away opened, and the demon who ruined Qin Zhuang's life got out of the car impatiently, and rushed towards them aggressively as if he was about to catch some wife who stole someone.

Qin Zhuang sank his body in the back seat, the air was blocked in his lungs, and he couldn't spit it out.

Lu Hanjiang unconsciously clenched the steering wheel tightly, and his breathing was so loud that it could smash the windows of the car.

At this moment, they finally understood that this escape...failed.

Lu Hanjiang fidgeted in the driver's seat, anxious like ants on a hot pot, he said to Qin Zhuang in an almost broken voice: "Teacher, let's hit it, shall we?"

Qin Zhuang shook his head.

He knew it was impossible, with Fan Qinghe's cruelty, how could he give them a chance to escape.

When Fan Qinghe appeared, Qin Zhuang no longer had the eagerness to leave, and also lost the enthusiasm for freedom, as if he had become a death row prisoner silently waiting to be shot in a cell.

He wriggled his chapped lips and said, "Let's stop here."

He unbuckled his seat belt with the remaining strength, and reached out to open the car door.

Lu Hanjiang wanted to keep him, but before he could catch Qin Zhuang, someone seized the opportunity.

Fan Qinghe stood outside the door, his irrefutable voice pierced through, just like his gloomy face made people feel cold all over: "Get out of the car."

If it were different from before, Qin Zhuang would really like to challenge him against his edge, even if he would be beaten, he would still be able to appreciate Fan Qinghe's helplessness.

But now he is a little tired.

Going around, tossing and turning, still failed to escape from this prison.

He was still the canary in Fan Qinghe's hands, tied by a thin golden chain, unable to break free until death.

Before Fan Qinghe touched him, Lu Hanjiang got out of the car and rushed over. He stood in front of Qin Zhuang, trying to stop the man who was a whole size bigger than him.

"Teacher, hurry up!" Lu Hanjiang turned his head to remind Qin Zhuang, and at the same time received a punch from Fan Qinghe with all his strength, and immediately curled up like a shrimp in pain.

Fan Qinghe is a practitioner, just using his bare hands can make life worse than death.Qin Zhuang has learned this point many times, and he is already familiar with it.

Looking again, Fan Qinghe's gun has already been released, and it is on Lu Hanjiang's forehead: "If you dare to take one more step, I will kill him."

Qin Zhuang stood on the bridge, with the raging river tide below.

And his heart is also like this boiling river, rolling through the barren liver and intestines, washing away the old wounds that cannot heal.

"I'll go with you," he said.

The tone is not forced, with a bit of resignation and obedience, but there is no sadness and anger that should be there.

He opened the car door, took out a colorful butterfly doll from Lu Hanjiang's car, and moved towards Fan Qinghe step by step.

When passing by Lu Hanjiang's side, Qin Zhuang saw that his face was full of sadness, as if what he walked was not a simple concrete road, but a bridge of Naihe.

"Qin Zhuang..." Lu Hanjiang tried to persuade Qin Zhuang to stay, but he was outnumbered with two fists and could only watch Qin Zhuang leave.

Qin Zhuang suddenly stopped in his tracks, glanced at the man who led him to escape, and said: "What you owe me will be canceled from today. If you have a chance, please help me collect a corpse."

After leaving such a sentence, he never looked at Lu Hanjiang again, only raised his hand to Fan Qinghe, and let him drag him into the new car.

Fan Qinghe's expression can't be said to be good or bad. If he had to describe it, he looked like a superior who held the power of life and death, slowly turning his ring, thinking of ways to torture deserters.

After waiting for a long time, Fan Qinghe said to him, "How do you feel after running for so long?"

Qin Zhuang grabbed the butterfly's fluff with his hands and said, "Very good."

Chapter 20 Prison Bird (20) smiled without answering his eyes, there was only a deep silence.As if this is just a body, and the soul in it has long since died.

Fan Qinghe's hand on his leg was bulging with veins, as if he was trying his best to resist the urge to hit him, but when he saw Qin Zhuang's eyes, all his anger disappeared without a trace.

The smile did not answer the eyes, there was only a deep silence.

As if this is just a body, and the soul in it has long since died.

Lu Hanjiang was left alone on the bridge. After he got away from the pain, he desperately chased Fan Qinghe's car.

It was like going back in time, running back to when nothing happened, and taking Qin Zhuang away from that demon.

But after all, two legs could not run a four-wheeled car, so he was left far behind, and the car disappeared under the cover of his followers.

And Qin Zhuang's departure became a farewell forever.

[System prompt: The sub-line character Lu Hanjiang loves +5, and the current love value is 100. 】

The feeling of burning cigarettes on the body is not unfamiliar.

In the past three years, he has encountered it countless times. He also went from being unbelievable at the beginning to becoming accustomed to it later, just like his attitude towards Fan Qinghe.

This was the longest and hardest time he had run to find. Fan Qinghe's anger multiplied, and even included his defense of Lu Hanjiang when they parted.

Qin Zhuang had no doubt that he would kill him. The reason why he didn't do it must be because he couldn't find such a satisfactory substitute for a while.

But how much better is the current situation than killing him directly?

It's like the body is about to be torn apart.Emotionless torture, as if he was born to suffer these crimes, to pay his father's debts.

day after day.

For several days, Fan Qinghe tortured his body, even though he was bleeding, even if he was so painful that he fainted, he never stopped.

On the fifth day, Qin Zhuang lay on his back on the bed, all he saw when he looked up was the cold ceiling and Fan Qinghe's eyes full of hatred.

He suddenly remembered that when they first met, Fan Qinghe hadn't torn off that layer of camouflage, and when he looked at him, his eyes were full of gentleness and humility.

He was lured by that bit of bait, foolishly bit the bait, and was stabbed to death and bruised all over his body.

Now that he has been disemboweled and his stomach ripped apart, isn't he still sober enough?

Do you want to continue to love?

Love?

Now, is there any possibility for him to love?

Love this beast?

Qin Zhuang laughed suddenly, the blood smelled in his throat, and he refused to stop.

Seeing him laughing into a ball, Fan Qinghe turned from doubt at the beginning to dissatisfaction, he slapped him without thinking, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Qin Zhuang was beaten for a long time in a daze, his ears seemed to be deaf, and he couldn't hear a sound for a long time.

Thinking about Fan Qinghe, he got used to it. He scolded him whenever he wanted, beat him whenever he wanted, and naturally hit him hard.

Qin Zhuang wanted to say something, but he felt a tightness in his chest, all blood vessels seemed to be blocked, and the salty smell of blood permeated his nose and mouth instantly.

"You...why..." Fan Qinghe watched him go from laughing non-stop to spitting blood crazily, and subconsciously picked up the corner of the quilt to wipe the blood from his lips.

"Don't vomit anymore!" He issued a childish order, as if it was something Qin Zhuang could control.

The darkness overwhelmed him, completely enveloping him.

Fan Qinghe's face also became dim little by little, and finally disappeared completely with the closing of the eyelids.

I don't know how long I haven't been to the hospital.

When Qin Zhuang woke up from the chaos, what he smelled was the smell of disinfectant.

It was rare for Fan Qinghe not to ask a family doctor to deal with him, but to send him to the hospital himself, even though it was also the property under Fan Qinghe's name, and it was another prison where he was imprisoned.

The respirator covered Qin Zhuang's mouth and nose, because he was already thin and thin, and being covered like this made his face look thinner and haggard.

In a daze, I heard the doctor's voice.

"The patient's mood fluctuated too much, and his organs failed to varying degrees. It must have been caused by long-term depression. In addition, he was accompanied by severe trauma—urethral infection and intestinal prolapse." After the doctor finished talking about his condition, he told Fan Qing He said: "Uncle Tang, why did you make people come here like this, if they bleed for a while, they will be gone."

Uncle?Oh, raccoons of the same feather are all from his side.

"How do I know, his life is cheap, no matter how much he struggled before."

Fate cheap?If it wasn't for Qin Zhuang's lack of energy, he might really have laughed out loud.

Is it a cheap life in his eyes to live so meekly without wanting to die?

Doctor: "Is it okay? Last time I was hit by a car and broke my leg, so I was sent here for treatment."

Being accused repeatedly, Fan Qinghe was getting a little impatient, and retorted: "He didn't pay attention when crossing the road by himself, can you blame me?"

"Speaking of this," the doctor seemed to have thought of something, and said to Fan Qinghe: "When the nurse gave him a light sensitivity test just now, his reaction was a little slow, and there may be some problems with his eyes. My suggestion here is to wait He has recovered and will undergo further examinations."

Fan Qinghe: "There are so many problems, hypocritical. Hurry up and finish the medicine, I will take him out of the hospital."

Doctor: "He's so tall after being discharged from the hospital, Uncle, do you have common sense? Just after being rescued, do you want to take it back and toss it again? If you play again, you will die."

It's not that he doesn't have common sense, he's just afraid that I'm having a hard time.Qin Zhuang thought so.

Doctor: "I will stay in the hospital for observation, and the nurse's fee will be billed to your account."

Fan Qinghe: "No."

Doctor: "Is love okay? If you want to take it away, take it away. I will give you a [-]% discount for the one that the funeral home will send to my house tomorrow."

Fan Qinghe's tone was a little unhappy: "What do you mean?"

Doctor: "Uncle, why don't you have some snacks and take a good look at the test results? Your family is young, and the physical condition is not even comparable to that of a 70-year-old man. If you don't take good care of it, you will have to go to the ground in two years. gone."

Fan Qinghe: "He's only 27 years old..."

Qin Zhuang was too lazy to listen to their arguments, closed his eyes and wanted to rest, but not long after, Fan Qinghe opened the door and walked in.

Now Qin Zhuang didn't even dare to breathe, his whole body was in a tense state, afraid that Fan Qinghe would hit him again.

Fan Qinghe sat on a chair, flipping through a large pile of inspection reports at hand, and muttered, "It's an exaggeration."

Although he said so, he still looked at the X-rays seriously.

Trauma - don't even think about it, he did it.

depression?It's not bad to keep him alive, there's nothing to be hypocritical about.

Fan Qinghe frowned while trying to convince himself.

Even a layman can see that Qin Zhuang's situation is too serious.

Illness comes like a mountain.

Before seeing this report, Fan Qinghe dared to say that he had no intention of letting Qin Zhuang die.

After all, it is difficult to find such a satisfactory plaything.

There is another reason, he can't think of it, and he doesn't want to think about it.But realizing that this man would close his eyes forever made him irritable for no reason.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-07-2414:25:59~2020-07-3010:26:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 414042491;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 at Qichu; 414042491;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

Chapter 21 Prison Bird (21) The current Qin Zhuang is sharp and powerful, as if he has faintly surpassed Fan Qinghe and has become the master of this emotional game.

Fan Qinghe stood between heaven and hell, engaging in repeated psychological struggles.

Can you blame yourself?If he hadn't run out with that surnamed Lu, and lived alone for a few months, why would he be so angry?God knows what they did.

Who told him to be the son of that bastard surnamed Qin, the father's debt should be paid by the son, it's only right and proper.

As soon as Fan Qinghe left, the system's notification sounded again on time:

[System prompt: The main character Fan Qinghe loves +10, and the current love value is 80. 】

"Congratulations to the player, congratulations to the player, because of your outstanding performance throughout the game, you successfully triggered the golden finger spree: 100% ooc limit reward."

Qin Zhuang sat up in shock from his dying illness, and asked, "What do you mean, you can rest assured ooc?"

System: "That's right. In the following period of time, you can break away from the original design of the character and act with your own personality. Just fill up the data at the end."

Qin Zhuang had long been looking forward to cleaning up the scum like Fan Qinghe, wishing he could get out of bed on the spot and give him a set of socialist iron fists.

But how is that enough? Naturally, it is necessary to treat the person in the same way.

Seeing his beaming expression, the system asked curiously, "Player, how do you want to clear the level? The data in the future may not be easy to scan."

Qin Zhuang: "You don't know about that. I have a treasure in dealing with garbage and scumbags: wearing a cuckold."

After the system heard it, it fell down on the spot.

System os: Who is this devil player who came out of nowhere, the taste is too heavy.

But now that it has been bound, the little system can only risk its life to accompany the gentleman.

Perhaps because he knew how inconvenient the female nurse would be here, Fan Qinghe sent over a burly man.

Qin Zhuang is not very talkative on weekdays, except for eating and drinking, most of the time he is lying on the bed in a daze.

He ignored Fan Qinghe when he came over, as if he was the only one left in this world.

After sitting on the bench for a few times, Fan Qinghe said: "Don't compete with me, I have strengthened the defense at the villa. When you are discharged from the hospital, move back there."

Seeing that he didn't reply for a long time, Fan Qinghe said: "Say something. Are you deaf?"

Qin Zhuang turned his face away, closed his eyes, and expressed his repulsive attitude.

Seeing that he was no longer as obedient as before, Fan Qinghe was a little angry.But he also knew that he had made a fuss, so he didn't pursue his indifference anymore, and left after sitting for a while.

When he was able to leave the bed for a while, Qin Zhuang began to flirt with the strong nurse.

Many people who don't know it have a kind of honeyed self-confidence, thinking that they are more handsome than Pan An, and when others glance at him, they will fall in love with him.

Qin Zhuang could see that the nurse also had an unruly heart. When he wiped himself, he rubbed the tip of his finger against the back of his hand, provocatively and flirtatiously.

The nurse was rubbed by him, and immediately looked left and right, saw no one, then lowered his head and said: "Little brother, don't flirt, big brother only likes women..."

The male nurse took care of Qin Zhuang for so many days, knowing where he was injured, and seeing Fan Qinghe coming every two days, he also guessed their relationship.

Qin Zhuang was born gentle and clean, showing a sickness from time to time, which easily aroused others' desire to protect.

Hearing his refusal, Qin Zhuang was not discouraged, he just hooked his hands and called the nurse to come closer, and whispered in his ear: "It's okay, I look pretty in women's clothes, if you don't believe me, go buy one, I'll give you money."

"How much for... how much? Well, you don't have any disease, right?" The male nurse thought he didn't have a girlfriend either, so he was a little moved.

"No, if you're afraid, go downstairs and buy a box of Durex. Anyway, whoever sleeps sleeps, doesn't it? You have to spend money to find sister kiln. I'm different, and I'll pay you. Except for clothes, Is it enough to give another three thousand?"

"Enough, enough, but your benefactor, you won't trouble me." The man was still a little timid.

Qin Zhuang licked his fingers like a goblin, then hooked his eyes, and said: "God knows, you know, I know. If you don't tell me, I don't tell you, who will know? Anyway, he doesn't often come here. "

The male nurse nodded repeatedly and said, "Hey, hey, then I'll go buy it, and let's have fun while he's away."

On the better day, as soon as Fan Qinghe left, the nurse slipped in with something.

Garish women's clothes, and a cheap wig.

Qin Zhuang didn't dislike him, he changed his clothes obediently, put on a black wig, sat up from the hospital bed, and untied the belt for the nurse.

A set of procedures is done smoothly, as if it has been rehearsed many times in my heart.

He counted the time in his mind, one, two, three, and tore off the man's underpants.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Fan Qinghe left and returned.

very good.Qin Zhuang thought to himself.He came on time, and it was worthwhile to hide his car keys.

When seeing the scene in the ward, Fan Qinghe's first reaction was that he had gone to the wrong place, and he took a step back to see the house number before finally stopping.

Seeing the Lord's return, the nurse pulled up his pants in a hurry like a mouse seeing a cat, and was about to run outside.

At this moment, Fan Qinghe also saw clearly the true face of the disheveled "woman" - Qin Zhuang.

He was furious for a moment, grabbed the collar of the nurse who was about to escape, and punched him hard in the face.

Although the nurse was strong and burly, he was far from being Fan Qinghe's opponent. He was punched several times in a row and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

"Hehe." At this moment, Qin Zhuang laughed abruptly.

As soon as Fan Qinghe heard this gloating laughter, his hatred was successfully diverted.He left the distressed nurse and stepped into Qin Zhuang's ward, using a door to block the eyes of those who were trying to watch the excitement.

Thinking of Qin Zhuang doing that kind of thing for that man, Fan Qinghe felt sick to his stomach, wishing to kill this shameless thing.

Looking at the nondescript woman's clothes on him again, he was even more furious. He strode forward and slapped him so hard that he fell onto the bed.

After Qin Zhuang was beaten, the smile on his face became even more presumptuous. He said provocatively, "Boss Fan, why are you so angry? It's what you want."

"You love me?" Fan Qinghe picked him up and said, "Look at what you're wearing, it's disgusting!"

Qin Zhuang: "It's nothing, you like to wear suits, I like to wear women's clothes, radish and cabbage, each has its own love."

Fan Qinghe was choked by his brazenness, so he had no choice but to change his mind: "You can eat that kind of stuff, it's cheap!"

Qin Zhuang: "He's fairly handsome, so there's nothing he can't eat. Who made me like the real guy, and despise fake sticks."

These words completely ignited Fan Qinghe's anger, he beat and scolded Qin Zhuang in an instant, and dropped half of the things in the ward.

Qin Zhuang smiled, still fanning the flames, and said, "Hey, hit harder, it's comfortable."

Seeing him like this, Fan Qinghe stopped and looked over suspiciously.

"Why don't you fight, Boss Fan?" Qin Zhuang pulled off his shoulder strap in front of Fan Qinghe, and said, "Or do you want to play too?"

"You did it on purpose?" Fan Qinghe asked.

Qin Zhuang: "What?"

Fan Qinghe: "Use this kind of inferior method to attract my attention?"

Qin Zhuang raised his lips, Xu thought it was too funny, so he couldn't help laughing.

How arrogant, how arrogant does it have to be to think she's doing this to get his attention?Does he really think that after experiencing so many things, he still has expectations of him?

Although his body has not yet recovered, Qin Zhuang got out of bed in front of Fan Qinghe and walked to him step by step.

In the past, Qin Zhuang was cowardly and humble, and he was submissive in front of Fan Qinghe, unable to resist, and did not dare to resist.

But now Qin Zhuang is sharp and powerful, as if he has faintly surpassed Fan Qinghe and has become the master of this emotional game.

One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon, from hell to heaven, it's so simple.

"Boss Fan, isn't this what you want me to be? A bastard who can't do without a man. I'm following your words. Why, aren't you satisfied?"

Fan Qinghe's pupils constricted violently, looking at the very familiar stranger in front of him.

"Are you crazy?"

Qin Zhuang: "Yes, I'm crazy, you drove me crazy with your own hands, have you forgotten?"

The next day, Qin Zhuang took Fan Qinghe's newly beaten wounds, and was escorted by doctors and nurses, and left the hospital with kisses flying all the way.

He is no longer the old Qin Zhuang.

Even on the way back, he would keep touching the driver in front of him, even if Fan Qinghe slapped him, he would just laugh and not cry.

Once upon a time, Qin Zhuang's sadness was Fan Qinghe's best source of pleasure, and from him, Fan Qinghe could find the same happiness as taking revenge on Qin Zecheng.

But now he is a lunatic, with a nasty smile all the time, beating him and scolding him won't help, and you will see him having fun.

Fan Qinghe was somewhat frustrated, Qin Zhuang's indifference to him made him feel like he was being punched in the cotton, and what made him unbearable was: Qin Zhuang was trying every means to seduce the people around him.

Whether it is a servant who comes to deliver food, or a security guard who is in charge of guarding, no matter whether it is a man or a woman, he sticks to everyone like a wild dog.

For this reason, Fan Qinghe specially spent a whole day at home watching him, but even if the man was locked in a cage, he was no longer depressed as before. For a long time, he pulls the silk thread from the quilt to weave bracelets. As long as he can get it, it can become his toy.

Since tearing his face apart three years ago, Fan Qinghe hadn't looked at him seriously like this for a long time.

Qin Zhuang and Qin Ze are not very similar.

Xu inherited the outline of his mother's face, but Qin Zhuang didn't have Qin Zecheng's exquisite beauty, he was unassuming, elegant and fair, with a bookish look in his eyebrows and eyes.

As the days of captivity increased, his qualities as a teacher gradually disappeared, like a bird in a cage gradually forgetting the verdure of the forest, its wings lose their luster, and their toes and claws are no longer sharp.

He is dying.

Although the body is still here, the soul has gone beyond nine days.

The author has something to say: Qin Zhuang: The flirtatious bitch mode has been activated.

Chapter 22 Prison Bird (22) Qin Zhuang raised his head to look at him, and at that moment, he shot like lightning, stabbing Fan Qinghe's chest with a knife.

Fan Qinghe wanted to turn him back, it doesn't matter if he became calm or indifferent, at least don't be crazy like this - the end of madness is often destruction.Fan Qinghe knew this better than anyone else.

"What do you want?" Fan Qinghe asked like an ordinary man who tried his best to make his partner happy after a quarrel.

He can fulfill all material requirements.

Even if Qin Zhuang is insane now, it is no more than a trivial matter for Fan Qinghe to use the snow on the top of the Alps to make wine.

Qin Zhuang quickly responded, and the answer was very simple. It could even be said that there was a sense of nostalgia in his words: "I want to eat the radish flowers you carved."

These words touched the only softness in Fan Qinghe's heart, he suddenly remembered the kiss with Qin Zhuang when he was drunk that day, that was the rare warmth in the scam.

"I'll carve." Fan Qinghe didn't know why he agreed, but he just walked out like this. In the kitchen where he hadn't done it for a long time, he picked out tender and fat radishes, peeled them, and carved them.The process is slow, but he is happy.

In a trance, those who hate each other seem to have gone away from me, leaving only a well-prepared dinner party and a heart that expects each other to be happy.

Fan Qinghe carved a total of three roses, placed them on a dinner plate with bamboo branches painted on them, attached a knife and fork, and brought them to him in the room.

"Are you going to feed me like this?" Qin Zhuang looked at Fan Qinghe outside the fence and said, "Like feeding a dog?"

When Qin Zhuang used such a sarcastic tone, Fan Qinghe was unknowingly at a disadvantage.

He paused, but still opened the cage door for Qin Zhuang.

The two sat cross-legged on the ground facing each other, eating.

Qin Zhuang finished biting the first flower with a blank expression on his face.

Fan Qinghe looked forward to his answer and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Qin Zhuang: "It's okay, it's a little less flavorful."

Fan Qinghe: "What?"

Qin Zhuang raised his head to look at him, and at that moment, he shot like lightning, stabbing into Fan Qinghe's chest.

The table knife was not very sharp, and stopped after piercing a little.

Fan Qinghe obviously didn't expect him to strike suddenly, instead of backhanding as usual, he just looked at his chest with some hesitation.

Qin Zhuang pulled out the knife, wiped the blood from the tip of the blade on the radish flower, forked it with a fork, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Rose flowers are red." He chewed the bloody flower in his mouth, his face as calm as if it was just ordinary tomato sauce.

Ten minutes later, Fan Qinghe was sitting in the living room, shirtless, and his family doctor treated his wound.

As for Qin Zhuang, his knife and fork were taken away and he was put back in the cage.

According to the servant, he was very calm, but turned around when the lock was locked, and looked out the window at the sky cut into countless pieces by the fence.

Fan Qinghe once again realized that Qin Zhuang had changed.

In other words, he has no scruples.

In the past, he would obey and obey everything, because he still longed to go out and live a normal life, so he was willing to endure the humiliation now.

But now Qin Zhuang doesn't seem to want anything anymore, beating and scolding won't hurt him, what he does can't hurt him, even if it's such a prison life day after day, he doesn't care at all.

Therefore, Fan Qinghe's revenge based on love lacked its original effect. He could torture his body, but not his heart.

When a heart is as solid as a stone, it becomes invincible.

In order to know more about Qin Zhuang, whether to find a clue or to control it deeply, Fan Qinghe asked his subordinates to sort out the most complete information.

The so-called general manager of the hotel is just a name.

Fan Qinghe's real backer is the Fan family who lingers in this land like a prehistoric giant, allowing his tentacles to reach anywhere.

And Qin Zhuang's story is too simple.

My father doesn't love me, my mother doesn't love me, I work hard and work part time to complete my studies.

His greatest hobby is color science, and he did not hesitate to choose this major in college.

If Fan Qinghe didn't show up, he might take the academic path, write papers, evaluate titles, and then find a man who can see past, and live an ordinary life for the rest of his life.

But Fan Qinghe moved his finger a little bit, so Qin Zhuang's preferences and freedom disappeared in an instant; his career and love turned into illusion in an instant.

Fan Qinghe tapped the black and white paper with his index finger, remembering what his nephew told him about Qin Zhuang's illness that day in the hospital.

If there is something wrong with Qin Zhuang's eyes...

If he can no longer live like before...

Like an eagle breaking its wings, like a sparrow in a cage, like a stray dog ​​on a chain, is he still him?

What I want is a substitute for Qin Zecheng, or a complete Qin Zhuang?

Fan Qinghe waved away the family doctor and servants, and walked all the way back to the bedroom from the brightly lit corridor.

The traces of the previous turmoil have all been removed. On the cold wooden floor, there is a silver cage that occupies most of the area.

The mattress had been replaced with a new one, and Qin Zhuang was lying on it, covered with a thin quilt, with his limbs slightly curled up, and fell asleep quietly.

He was restless when he fell asleep, his eyebrows were furrowed, as if there were nightmares in the darkness that he couldn't get rid of.

It was here before that Fan Qinghe almost killed him.

That might be the second time that Fan Qinghe died so close, the first time was when he was taken away by bandits many years ago.

And Qin Zhuang's dying brought him the same fear as back then.

Seeing him bleeding like a tide, seeing him bleeding to the brink, seeing him lifeless like a rag doll, I let myself carry him downstairs and put him on the car seat.

It had been a long time since Fan Qinghe had worried about anyone. Ever since Qin Zecheng betrayed him, he had built a transparent wall between himself and others. If he didn't go out, others couldn't come in.

He separates sex from love. He has raised lovers, but never fell in love with anyone. He thought that he could live like this forever.

But people are emotional animals, as long as their hearts are not dead, they will always fall in love with such a person.He would even wish to grab that person and stuff it into his chest to fill up the loneliness.

Qin Zhuang had fled for a long time and hadn't returned. His first reaction was not to do anything to him after he was caught, but to worry whether he would die outside.As time went on, this worry was replaced by jealousy and hatred.

Qin Zhuang's rebellion today brought him back to the difficult problem he didn't want to face: does he love Qin Zhuang?

love?Ridiculous, how could he fall in love with the enemy's child.

Don't you love it?That could have killed him with one shot, or watched him die.And why are you reluctant and distressed?

Perhaps, it is really time to change the way they get along.

At the very least, let Qin Zhuang live longer, until he dies.

This life is too long, he doesn't want to face the long loneliness of the rest of his life alone; this life is too short, he has no time to open his heart and fall in love with someone again.

When the wound on his chest was almost healed, Fan Qinghe took Qin Zhuang out for a long trip.

He heard that seeing more natural scenery would be good for his condition. Although he didn't know if it would work, he still bought the ticket.

Qin Zhuang's illness probably came out of confinement.

The cold cage, the square house, the unchanging scenery outside the window, and the rare servants who come in to clean or deliver meals, when Fan Qinghe is not around, these are all things that Qin Zhuang can face.

There are no electronic products to communicate with the outside world, and no books to pass the boring time. Most of the time, he can only go back and forth in a small space like a bird in a cage, going round and round.

In the past, Fan Qinghe regarded this as punishment, but now he doesn't want to.

The famous 5A scenic spot in G province, with dangerous peaks and rocks, deep valleys, and shrouded in clouds and mists, has always been a must-see for people in G city.

Fan Qinghe made up his mind to go camping with Qin Zhuang, and had already bought a tent at the foot of the mountain.

A pure black car has been following them like a shadow, and there are all Fan Qinghe's bodyguards sitting in it, wearing ordinary clothes so that they can follow them at any time.

Fan Qinghe bought some simple food at the foot of the mountain and handed them to Qin Zhuang.

"Eat."

Qin Zhuang looked up at him, his eyes were clear and cold, without emotion.

Obedience is always much simpler than resistance, and non-communication after obedience may also be a different kind of resistance.

Qin Zhuang sat on the side of the corridor specially for tourists to rest, slowly eating the oden in the box with disposable chopsticks.

Countless green vines hang down from the top of the corridor, fluttering in the wind.Those who bring their families with their mouths, couples with