Slag Gong wants to eat back grass [Quick Transmigration]

Tourists with hands in their hands also sat down under the green vines noisily.

Fan Qinghe was by Qin Zhuang's side, watching him consume all the contents of the box like a little hamster, as quiet as a mural.

At this moment, the hustle and bustle does not belong to them, nor does the excitement belong to them.

But Fan Qinghe became jealous of those people again, and unconsciously helped Qin Zhuang carry the food, and held Qin Zhuang's free hand in his palm.

The man didn't resist, or even react at all, as if he was used to it.

The brain circuits of Fan Qinghe and Qin Zhuang never seem to be on the same level.

He thought that taking Qin Zhuang out would make him relax.

But with him by his side and so many people following him, no matter how vast the world is, it is just another cramped cell for Qin Zhuang.

What's more, there are these eyes that can no longer see color.

Red flowers, green trees, blue sky and clear water all faded in his eyes, and turned into a grayer and colder color than stone, just like his soul that could no longer warm up.

"We can stay here for three days and visit all the scenic spots. Forget about the thrilling ones. You are not fully recovered from your illness, so there is no need to take risks." Fan Qinghe told him about the itinerary he had made, and specially made the itinerary The map unfolded in front of him, circled a little bit.

"If you don't like it, just tell me..." Fan Qinghe threw out the words, only to remember that Qin Zhuang hadn't expressed his preference for a long time.

He neither likes nor dislikes, even if he hates something, he will endure it silently.

Fan Qinghe's fingertips twitched, and what should be called distressed emotion crossed his heart.

He looked at Qin Zhuang's thin side face, tried to stretch out his hands, and hugged the man completely in his arms.

Chapter 23 Prison Bird (23) At that time, Fan Qinghe was complacent and thought he saw a joke, but only now did he realize that it was a heart that Qin Zhuang tried so hard to win, but was crushed by his foot.

I lost a lot of weight, and I bought the shirt in the same size as before, so it looks very roomy.It is empty, and when you reach out to touch it, you can even feel the bones clinging to the skin.

too skinny.

It's been too long since I've cared about him.

Fan Qinghe didn't want to immerse himself in such sadness for too long, so he just helped Qin Zhuang throw away the food box and said, "Let's go."

So the two walked forward along the mountain road, mingled among the chattering crowd, and walked to a high place.

[System prompt: The main character Fan Qinghe loves +5, and the current love value is 85. 】

Counting it, this may be the first real outing for the two of them.

At the beginning, in order to invite the king into the urn, Fan Qinghe set up many plans, and the idea was to let Qin Zhuang fall step by step.It's just like what he said on the day when the truth came to light, Qin Zhuang fell in love too quickly, and bumped into him without any thought, and didn't wait for him to use all his tricks.

Fan Qinghe read his profile and knew that he had never dated anyone before him, and that he was a blank slate in terms of relationship experience.

At that time, Fan Qinghe was complacent and thought he saw a joke, but now he realized that it was a heart that Qin Zhuang tried his best to win, but was crushed by his foot.

The hand clasped in the palm is thin and slender, and it was once clinging to books or chalk.The owner of the hand was also explaining Wenjiezi chapter by chapter in the crowded classroom, but now he only revolves around him, and he has become a plaything in a real sense.

Fan Qinghe turned his head to look at him, against the backdrop of the vast mountains and mist, Qin Zhuang's face was almost transparent, like a handful of gathered smoke, and when the secular life was over, he would ride away on a crane month by month.

What is it between them?

When Qin Zhuang liked him, he only thought of revenge.

Qin Zhuang didn't love him anymore, but he tried his best to keep him.

People, maybe they are inherently cheap.

When you put it in front of your eyes, you dismiss it, and when you lose it, you realize the beauty you have had.

On the mountain road, Qin Zhuang didn't feel tired or complained of pain. When he reached the glass plank road, his footsteps slowed down, and he refused to go forward for a long time.

Fan Qinghe felt the sweat in that hand, turned his head to him, and Fuzhi asked in his heart: "Are you afraid?"

The amazing thing is that Qin Zhuang didn't say a word, and even didn't show his emotions. Fan Qinghe still interpreted the answer from the tiny reactions of his face and body.

"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you." He pulled Qin Zhuang into his arms, wrapped his arms around him like a safety belt, and walked towards the opposite side step by step.

Two big men crossed the bridge sideways, like a crab with four legs and two claws, very funny.

Originally, Fan Qinghe should look at the scenery, either at the mountains on the left and right, or at the abyss under his feet. The glass bridge is these selling points.

But his heart and eyes were all about Qin Zhuang trembling in his arms.

He who dragged Qin Zhuang over to protect him completely forgot that this man had just stabbed him in the chest with a knife not long ago, and he also forgot that this man also had a sharp side. The little popularity under his icy shell.

It turns out that this is the feeling of loving someone, being careful, lest one thing is not thoughtful, like treating a fragile porcelain.

For him, these were at his fingertips.

Today, it takes ten or even a hundred times more effort than before to get what you want.

Can they go back to how they were before?When nothing happened.

Without the hatred and resentment of the past three years, it was just the two of them, living a simple life.

In the middle of the journey, Qin Zhuang finally raised his eyelids and glanced at the abyss under his feet.

Fan Qinghe was thinking about how to go back to the past.

And the thought that emerged in Qin Zhuang's mind was how to break free from such a predicament.

Push Fan Qinghe off the bridge?Or climb and fall by yourself?

By killing Fan Qinghe, can he escape from this situation?Nor does it seem.

He had to be charged with murder and be tried and imprisoned.

Die by yourself?

It's fine if you don't get half a sympathy, no one will shed tears for him, I'm afraid Fan Qinghe will find another new love after a short period of regret.

He has thousands of possibilities for pleasure, but he has only one life.

See what he is thinking?

In the past, he probably hadn't even killed a chicken, but now he was thinking about the murderous plan without changing his face.

What alienates a good heart like this?Is it that false love, or the never-ending torment in the past three years?

Qin Zhuang curled up his palms, pierced his own with his nails, and continued to think in the lucidity brought about by the pain.

No, both options are too cheap for him. What he wants is an eye for an eye.No matter what Fan Qinghe imposed on him, he would have to repay as much, or even worse.

"Why do you hurt yourself again?" Fan Qinghe has been paying attention to him, and almost instantly noticed the change in him, and opened the tightly clenched hand little by little.

With such a soft tone, it seems that they are lovers.Qin Zhuang laughed bitterly in his heart.

Seeing the familiar bloodstains on his palm, Fan Qinghe felt sullen, but more distressed.

Qin Zhuang had too many injuries.

Only now did he truly realize this.

It was him who used violence as a means of venting, beating Qin Zhuang back and forth like a punching bag.

It was also him who came up with countless perverted ways to play, and tested them on Qin Zhuang one by one.

Even the cheapest male prostitutes have the right to choose whether to accept or not when facing customers.

But Qin Zhuang didn't.From the very beginning, his right to say "no" was taken away by himself.

Fan Qinghe couldn't help hugging him even tighter, as if he wanted to confide all the debts and regrets in the past few years, and also seemed to make up for the tenderness and affection that were too late.

It was not easy to run to the end of the plank road, and Qin Zhuang had a chance to catch his breath. He almost couldn't wait to get out of Fan Qinghe's arms and breathe the fresh air in the mountains.

Such obvious resistance stunned Fan Qinghe for a moment, and when he saw the empty embrace, the feeling of being rejected and isolated by Qin Zhuang surged out again.

Fan Qinghe refused to admit defeat, refused to admit defeat, stubbornly held hands with Qin Zhuang again, and led him down the mountain.

Not far from the scenic spot on the plank road, there are a series of food and beverage shops, where many tourists stop to drink tea and take pictures.

Fan Qinghe came here for a while, thinking that he had come all the time, and had to leave some souvenirs, so he wanted to lead Qin Zhuang to join in the fun.

Qin Zhuang was still walking forward obediently, but when he heard the sound of the shutter, he stopped in an instant.

Like coaxing a child, Fan Qinghe said, "It's okay, just take two group photos."

He didn't react until he saw the fear and vigilance in Qin Zhuang's eyes.

Fan Qinghe swallowed, only to feel that his mouth and throat became dry, and it was so difficult to speak: "It's okay to take pictures with a mobile phone..."

Qin Zhuang still ignored it, and even took a step back slowly.

Fan Qinghe's breath surged into his heart for a while, and it was blocked in his chest and lungs, making him very uncomfortable.

Qin Zhuang's attitude was as if he didn't even deserve a group photo.

This recognition made Fan Qinghe so depressed that he couldn't even look at Qin Zhuang. While taking a cigarette from his pocket, he instructed him to go to a small roadside shop to buy a lighter for himself.

"Take the white one in the corner." Fan Qinghe said.

Holding the one hundred yuan he gave, Qin Zhuang ran to the shop as if fleeing.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Fan Qinghe heard Qin Zhuang's footsteps returning, and without looking back, he reached out and took the lighter he handed over to him.

After lighting the fire, Fan Qinghe realized that this is not a white lighter, it is obviously the most gaudy fuchsia, and it is also the cheapest and most inferior kind.

Fan Qinghe was a little annoyed for a moment, but felt that Qin Zhuang seemed to have become the most unsatisfactory employee, who used a high budget to buy low-end products and took the opportunity to get kickbacks.

Fan Qinghe glared at him, and Qin Zhuang also looked back with a face full of incomprehension, full of openness, and even stuffed the remaining change into Fan Qinghe's hand, and was about to shrink aside and continue to be his transparent person.

Fan Qinghe glanced at the grocery store again, what he wanted was the metal white lighter on the corner of the vendor's counter, but what Qin Zhuang took was the plastic products piled up on the outside stall.

He was about to continue to investigate, but his heart trembled, and he suddenly remembered the words his nephew had said.

"When the nurse gave him a light perception test just now, his reaction was a bit slow, maybe there is something wrong with his eyes..."

For a moment, all Fan Qinghe's anger and dissatisfaction disappeared like soap bubbles under the sun.

With trembling hands, he held the extremely ugly lighter, pretending that nothing happened, and beckoned Qin Zhuang over.

Qin Zhuang took a step and walked to his side.

Fan Qinghe pointed to a cluster of ornamental flowers at his feet, and said to Qin Zhuang: "It's colorful, isn't it beautiful? I'll plant a few on the windowsill of your room when I go back."

Qin Zhuang glanced at it and said, "Yes."

It was a clump of blue flowers.

Fan Qinghe hated and hurt at the same time, pinched off the most blooming flower at the top, threw it into Qin Zhuang's arms, and said calmly, "I'm going to the smoking area, don't run around."

He walked up to the people following him and asked them to look at Qin Zhuang before starting to walk out.

When we arrived at the smoking area, Qin Zhuang's eyes were blocked by the equidistant distance and the wall, and his tears rolled out in a flash.

Qin Zhuang, can't he tell the color?

When did it start?

Why have I never found out...

Facing the wall, Fan Qinghe cried out of breath, and from time to time wiped away the tears rolling out of his eyes with his thumb.

Qin Zhuang likes colorful colors, butterflies, green grass and green trees... Why, take away his ability to distinguish?

And he was so slow that he didn't know until now.

Fan Qinghe couldn't remember when Qin Zhuang's eyes were injured, and even when he was angry, he rarely greeted Qin Zhuang's head, so it was unlikely to hurt his brain nerves.

Qin Zhuang was hit by a car when he fled, was it also because of his eyes?

I can't tell the difference between traffic lights, so I can only walk on the zebra crossing with my intuition, but I can't avoid it...

He is a teacher, he wants to teach and educate people, he wants to tell children how colorful and colorful the world is, why...why do you treat him like this?

The author has something to say: Qin Zhuang: You used to love me and ignored me, but now I make you unattainable.

Chapter 24 Prison Bird (24) There is no medicine for regret in the world. He shattered the beauty of the past, and now he regrets to the extreme, and he can only swallow those fragments and blood, even if the intestines are pierced. It's just not to blame.

Fan Qinghe didn't know whether he was asking about the sky, the earth, or about this rough fate, about his former self.

For a moment, he wished he could rush out and hold Qin Zhuang in his arms against the never-ending rolling river of time.

He wanted to say, I won't take revenge, I'll let go, I don't care about any enmity with Qin Zecheng, I just want you to be well.

He wished he could find the best doctor and the best team to remove all the scars and pain on Qin Zhuang's body.

If he had a time machine, even if he lost his fortune, he would buy one and use it for the two of them.

But after all, he was just sitting on the bench in the smoking room, crying uncontrollably amidst the burning smoke.

He is no longer worthy.

Qin Zhuang is not the Qin Zhuang who loves him anymore.

There is no medicine for regret in the world. He smashed the beauty of the past, and now he regrets to the extreme, and he can only swallow those fragments with blood.

That night, Fan Qinghe, who finally calmed down, drove away his followers and pitched a tent on the top of the mountain by himself.

Qin Zhuang stood aside without moving, and Fan Qinghe didn't ask him to help.

There are mosquito repellent sachets in the tent, and there are lights hanging on the top, which illuminate the space of less than four square meters, bright and warm.

When Fan Qinghe pulled Qin Zhuang in, the latter obviously resisted.

It's not hard to guess what the lonely and widowed man can do with Fan Qinghe's pissing ability.

Two people are trapped in a small space, like in a birdcage, either doing or doing.Painful and joyless intercourse.

Fan Qinghe sensed his disgust and rejection, but still forced him into it.

Qin Zhuang closed his eyes almost in despair.

And Fan Qinghe just bypassed him and zipped up the tent, then lay down with him in his arms.

They didn't take off their clothes, and they didn't do any behavior beyond the rules, as if they were the kind of young couple who hadn't even touched their hands on their first date.

Fan Qinghe knew that it was impossible for Qin Zhuang to take the initiative to talk to him, so he started on his own: "When I was young, my grandfather often took me out camping, lying on the grass, looking at the stars and the moon. Except that there were a lot of mosquitoes, but There's no harm in that either."

He turned his head to look at Qinzhuang, just like a newly married husband, sharing many joys in his life with his wife: "I will also use that kind of camera with a large aperture, set up on the top of the mountain, and record for a whole night. By the next day, The path of the stars will form a beautiful light band, which will be imprinted in the video."

"Now, the person lying next to me has become you." Fan Qinghe didn't care whether he would respond or not, but continued to say what was in his heart: "Qin Zhuang, I want you to come into my life, Take you home, meet my family, and want to live like this with you forever."

"Although I know these words come too late, and you may never trust me again. But I still want to say, I love you. I will find someone to fix your eyes, help you find a job again, I will never... never hurt you again."

Qin Zhuang didn't speak, nor did he open his eyes. He seemed to be asleep, but also seemed to be listening.

He was trapped in Fan Qinghe's arms, but his thoughts drifted back to a long, long time ago.

At that time, he was tortured by wind and frost, but he was still innocent and naive. He cleaned himself inside and out, and sat on the bed like a sacrifice, waiting for Fan Qinghe to come.

What did he say?

Oh, yes: "Qing He, I want you."

Then they went to Wushan together, and he shared the bed with the man behind the scenes who killed him, having sex like a male whore, and indulged all night.

What a thoughtful game of love.

Exhausted all his expectations for the rest of his life, so now he can't squeeze out any more to believe in the so-called true love and infatuation.

How could the lofty Fan Qinghe understand what he destroyed in the first place?

It is a unique love, and it is also about the infinite possibilities of their future.

Qin Zhuang didn't answer, Fan Qinghe waited for a long time, but finally he could only stop talking in disappointment.

He turned over and hugged Qin Zhuang's thin body tightly, using Qin Zhuang's dare not resist to numb himself. This is a hug.

He has experienced many bloodless battles in his life, with people in the family, with people in the mall, or others, but such experience is not enough to teach him how to bring back a person who is desperate.

Moreover, this person is neither greedy for his money, nor envious of his status. The external glory and wealth can't impress him at all, and may even provoke a laugh.

Before this, Fan Qinghe never thought that a hug could make him so at ease.

The two lay side by side, covered with a small quilt, and fell asleep like the most ordinary couple.

In the past, he seldom lay down with Qin Zhuang. After all, he had no intention of locking himself in a birdcage, unless he was too tired to take a nap after finishing work. In most cases, he helped Qin Zhuang wash his hands. After taking a shower, go back to your master bedroom.

Missed too much.

Now he has no hope for Qin Zhuang to fall in love with him again, he only hopes that Qin Zhuang can take care of his body and live longer, even if he treats him indifferently for the rest of his life, it doesn't matter.

When I slept until midnight, it suddenly rained in the sky.

Fan Qinghe was awakened by the sound of heavy rain, and after a while of groping, he realized that he forgot to bring an umbrella.

It's not his fault, it's because the weather forecast didn't mention this incident, so he took it lightly.

Although the tent is waterproof, it is only a thin layer after all, and it cannot be carried for a long time.

Then I took out my mobile phone and wanted to call my attendants to pick me up, but it was raining all night, and the mobile phone turned on the "low battery automatic shutdown" prompt, and it went dark in a blink of an eye.

Qin Zhuang also woke up at this moment, and looked at him in a daze from being woken up.

Fan Qinghe explained helplessly: "It's raining too much, we have to go down the mountain."

Qin Zhuang nodded, and watched as he grasped the hanging searchlight in his hand, threw away the bedding, folded the tent a few times, put it on top of the two of them, and led himself down the mountain.

In order not to let himself be drenched, Qin Zhuang had no choice but to walk down the mountain step by step, holding up the tent as big and heavy as a giant umbrella like him.

And this scene, in Fan Qinghe's eyes, was more like "sharing joys and sorrows" and "helping each other in the same boat", which made him unconsciously pull the corners of his mouth, showing a happy expression.

"Let's go."

Against the strong wind, against the torrential rain, they headed for the stronghold where their entourage was located under the washing of the converging tide.

When going up the mountain, Fan Qinghe looked at the mountains and the water all the way, and didn't think it was too difficult. Now he was facing the storm and the narrow area where only the searchlights could be seen, the road became more and more difficult.

What's more, this is still in the mountains, not to mention the long journey, and the road conditions are extremely complicated.

The two walked down the asphalt road to a Y-shaped fork. The two directions they could move forward were uphill, and they couldn't guess which slope was behind the correct mountain road.

Fan Qinghe felt that his throat was a little dry, and the tent he was holding on his hands became heavy and heavy due to too much water absorption, and a small stream dripped out of the depression, almost falling on the two of them.

"Do you choose left or right?" He turned to ask Qin Zhuang.

The man's eyelashes were wet from the flying rain, and under the light of the searchlight, he was somewhat blurred.

"Forget it." Fan Qinghe didn't force him to speak, he chose a road at random, and was about to go there.

But at this moment, the rainwater received by the tent reached its limit, and the heavy pressure hit instantly, causing Fan Qinghe to slip and fall to the side.

He didn't let it go for a while, nor did he take it, for fear that Qin Zhuang would be taken along with him and fell on the road. He looked up and didn't care about the left and right.

At the critical moment, Fan Qinghe lost his tent and searchlight, and grabbed the root of the camphor tree at hand, only then stopped the falling trend.

The tent card landed not far away, and the searchlight rolled all the way down the jungle. After falling for an unknown number of meters, it finally disappeared.

Just now we took the asphalt road, the rain was heavy and the sky was dark, so no one paid attention to the road conditions on both sides.

Mountain roads Mountain roads were originally excavated on the mountain by hand. Although there are protective forests on both sides, each road has a drop of more than ten meters or even twenty meters from the next section of the road.

If you fall, you will die or not. The trees, shrubs, and thorny vines growing all around are enough for a person to drink a pot.

Especially now that it is still raining heavily, the water is rolling in with mud and sand, and there is a danger of mountain collapse or mudslides at any time.

Fan Qinghe failed to go up several times, so he could only turn his attention to Qin Zhuang.

Just now he had been standing on the right side of the road and let Qin Zhuang stay inside, so even though he fell down, Qin Zhuang was lucky enough to stay on it.

"Qin Zhuang, pull me up." Fan Qinghe asked for help.

Qin Zhuang didn't move, just looked down at him quietly, as if he didn't hear him at all.

"Qin Zhuang..." Fan Qinghe seemed to understand something, and his voice lost all confidence.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and amidst the loud piercing noise, the light briefly illuminated Qin Zhuang's face.

He was looking at Fan Qinghe, but there was no anxiety in his eyes, only pity, and a calm look on the sidelines.

It seemed that he was looking forward to such a result, expecting that Fan Qinghe's slip would be the same as death.

The majestic rain took away Fan Qinghe's body temperature and made his heart as cold as ice.

Qin Zhuang, I don't want to save him...

Are you looking forward to his death?

To actually hate him so much...

Fan Qinghe was never a weak person, but this time he couldn't help crying again.

That's Qin Zhuang, the Qin Zhuang who has compassion for earthworms, but now he is so cruel that he can see himself in danger and refuse to save him.

The heart in Fan Qinghe's chest seemed to be torn apart by life, as if it was not his own flesh and blood.

It was he who changed Qin Zhuang, and it was he who made the former Qin Zhuang what it is now.

He had guessed about Qin Zhuang's pain countless times, but it was not as straightforward as what he saw with his own eyes this time.

That Qin Zhuang is dead, killed by his own hands...

So what is he doing alive?If Qin Zhuang wants him to die, let him do so.

Just when Fan Qinghe was about to unload his strength and jump down, Qin Zhuang finally squatted down and stretched out his hand to him.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-07-3010:35:54~2020-08-0223:11:36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: 1 Amu;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Amu;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 15 bottles of sheep;

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

Chapter 25 Prison Bird (25) But now that Qin Zhuang sees his true colors clearly, he no longer loves him, and even has hatred, wishing that he would disappear from this world forever and fall into a deep valley and turn into a puddle of mud.

Maybe he didn't want to make himself an indirect murderer, or maybe he didn't want to leave a psychological shadow on himself. In short, Qin Zhuang went to pull Fan Qinghe while climbing the big tree next to him.

His strength was not enough to drag Fan Qinghe up, but at least he gave that person a point of strength.

The process was extremely difficult, and Fan Qinghe almost fell into the abyss several times, but perhaps because of Qin Zhuang's help, he developed countless potentials in his body, climbed up dangerously all the way, and finally managed to stand up and lie down to the road.

Seeing that he was going up, Qin Zhuang finally let go of his strength and backed away from the edge of the road. When he walked to the middle of the road, his feet softened and he sat down again.

He was already in poor health, and after being exposed to heavy rain and exhausted a lot of energy, he could only feel the smell of blood rushing up his throat, which made him unable to recover for a long time.

Freed from the life-and-death crisis, Fan Qinghe realized that his calf was scratched by a branch, and a long gash was torn out, bleeding out.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, seeing that Qin Zhuang was crumbling, he squatted in front of him and carried him on his back.

Perhaps it was because of the incident just now that there was a estrangement, and the two of them did not communicate any more along the way.

Fan Qinghe thought back to Qin Zhuang's indifferent eyes just now, and then thought about the past, the tears that had just stopped showed signs of bursting again.

There are too many people who approach him with various purposes, those who seek money, sex, and power, there are countless.

But there are so few people who treat him sincerely. Among them, those who have no blood relationship with him can be counted on one hand.

Qin Zhuang was also such a person.

He knew that he had a lot of money, but he never asked himself for a penny.

Even if he knew the secret of his physical disability, he didn't show any distaste, and even made a lifetime promise to him.

What Qin Zhuang loves is him, the mature and elegant Fan Qinghe who he has worked so hard to pretend to be, who puts Qin Zhuang first in everything and loves him wholeheartedly.

But now Qin Zhuang saw his true face clearly, he didn't love him anymore, and even hated him, wishing that he would disappear from this world forever, fall into a deep valley and turn into a puddle of mud.

I changed him...

It was I who ruined this love...

It was he who exchanged his hypocritical sincerity for a portion of sincere love, and then gave it up without cherishing it, which led to this situation where he couldn't get what he wanted, and couldn't get what he wanted.

He had never hated those three years so much, hated himself.

Fan Qinghe felt sad for a moment, so he simply burst into tears under the cover of the heavy rain.

[System prompt: The main character Fan Qinghe loves +5, and the current love value is 90. 】

Although the sound of the rain was violent, but Qin Zhuang pressed his chest against his back, so how could he not hear him crying.

But what if you hear it?

The deepest pain can't even shed tears.

Fan Qinghe is pitiful, who will pity him?

Has anyone ever seen him as an independent and complete person?Fan Qinghe and Lu Hanjiang are all just for their own selfish desires, showing off their abilities in his world, ruining the road to the future, and asking him to be magnanimous.

He is not a saint, nor is he a Buddha. He is just the most ordinary person in this world. He has never harmed anyone, but he still ended up like this.

The two walked for about half an hour before reuniting with the followers who came to look for them.

Fan Qinghe took Qin Zhuang into the car and went to the nearest clinic to treat the injured leg and the cold.

The rain did not rest for several days, Fan Qinghe knew that this trip could only be suspended, so he took Qin Zhuang back to City G.

After arriving in a slightly more stable environment, Qin Zhuang's eyes became the top priority to be resolved.

Fan Qinghe invited the best ophthalmologist in China to treat Qin Zhuang in his nephew's hospital.

The test report floated in front of Fan Qinghe like snowflakes, but the result was not optimistic.

It's not too serious, but... can't find any problems at all.

Whether it is the eyeball, retina, or nerve area, all indicators are normal, and there is no lesion area.

But Qin Zhuang just couldn't distinguish any color, holding the test card in front of him to let him choose, he could only get a dazed look.

Under the urging of Fan Qinghe, the nephew replied helplessly: "I'm afraid it's a heart attack."

Fan Qinghe almost laughed angrily at him, and said: "You are a Western medicine doctor, not a Chinese medicine doctor, who are you fooling with this?"

Nephew: "It's not my fault. Uncle, look for yourself. All the test indicators are within the normal range. Every link has been tested, and there is really no problem. If you don't believe it, send it to Kyoto to have a look, or find a competent person. Chinese medicine examination, I can't solve it anyway."

Fan Qinghe thought that the medicine could cure the disease, but when he heard this, his heart became cold in an instant.

For the next half month, Fan Qinghe postponed his schedule and went to various hospitals to see a doctor for Qin Zhuang.

But no matter where they go, no matter whether it is a professor or an expert who is in charge of seeing a doctor, the conclusions they give are similar.

There is no problem with the hardware, but I just can't distinguish the color.

Compared to his unbelievable, Qin Zhuang seemed much calmer, as if he had expected it.

When he saw the last old Chinese doctor, the old Chinese doctor patted Fan Qinghe on the shoulder and said, "Your son's situation should be a heart disease. You should accompany him more and try to find out the knot."

Fan Qinghe was so angry that he said "your son" that he killed half of his life, and took the medicines to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vitality, and left with Qin Zhuang.

Qin Zhuang had been running around a lot these days, and was so tired that he lay down on the back seat as soon as he got in the car.

Fan Qinghe knew that staying together would annoy him, so he reluctantly went to the co-pilot.

The car was not in a hurry, Qin Zhuang felt as if he was trapped in a padded sedan chair, and fell asleep without knowing it, until... Fan Qinghe put him on a strange bed.

Qin Zhuang woke up almost instantly, and looked around in surprise.

The place is still his usual second bedroom, but the birdcage is gone, and it has become a desk and a cabinet.And in the room, there was an extra large bed out of thin air, covered with a soft quilt, and even the quilt was hand-embroidered with Shu brocade, as if he was some kind of noble and rich son... Otherwise, how could he be worthy of such a thing? treatment?

Fan Qinghe was fully expecting his joy, but unexpectedly Qin Zhuang's first sentence was: "Where's the cage?"

Fan Qinghe: "Throw it away."

Qin Zhuang: "Throw it away?"

Fan Qinghe thought he was distressed, and quickly explained: "It's okay, I will find someone to sell it in a few days, and exchange it for money."

As soon as Qin Zhuang turned over, he rolled off the bed and said to Fan Qinghe, "I won't sleep with this."

Fan Qinghe: "What's wrong?"

He stared at the bed, thinking that something was wrong, that he was hurting Qin Zhuang and making Qin Zhuang uncomfortable, but the man said in a shocking way: "Bring the cage back."

"What do you need that for?" Fan Qinghe laughed, but when he saw Qin Zhuang's indisputable eyes, he realized that he was not joking.

Who would like to sleep in a cage?Fan Qinghe wanted to ask this question.

But just as this thought came to the fore, Fan Qinghe suppressed it.

Yeah, who likes sleeping in a cage?It's not a bird, or a pet.

Qin Zhuang was warning him, not that if he wanted him to sleep in a cage, he would be willing. In the same way, now that he wanted him to sleep in a bed, he would not give in.

Harm is not done overnight, nor can it be forgiven just because of a single sentence.

But these days, Fan Qinghe carefully selected materials and patterns, and spent a lot of money to buy such a bed, and it was not for Qin Zhuang's cold bench.

The two just looked at each other like this, one was above and the other was below, neither of them obeyed the other.

Finally, Fan Qinghe snorted and walked away.

He didn't believe it anymore, he didn't believe that Qin Zhuang could really resist this temptation.

That night, Qin Zhuang slept on the floor.

The next day, it was still the same.

On the third day, Fan Qinghe was the first to lose the battle, removed the bed for him, and moved him back to the cage, Qin Zhuang was willing to give up.

The cold-colored cage is even higher and unattainable than the red walls of the Forbidden City.

Qin Zhuang sat inside, flipping through a book.

Fan Qinghe was outside, full of sorrow.

This is obviously Fan Qinghe's territory, but Qin Zhuang used the cage to divide his area and drove Fan Qinghe out completely.

On the fourth day, after the long Cold War, Qin Zhuang made a rare request to Fan Qinghe.

"Give me back my ID and savings card."

These two things can be called the foundation for Qin Zhuang to settle down.

The ID card was taken away by Fan Qinghe three years ago in order to better control him.

There is only 5 to [-] yuan in the savings card, but it is also all of Qin Zhuang's savings over the years.

Although Fan Qinghe was a little puzzled about his intentions, he thought it was his thing and it would be okay to return it to its original owner, so he found it and returned it to him.

On the fifth day, Qin Zhuang voluntarily walked out of the cage, and found a pair of silver handcuffs from the room.

Fan Qinghe often used these things on him, and occasionally missed them and had no memory at all.

But this time, one of the handcuffs was locked on his own wrist.

Qin Zhuang took off his clothes generously in front of him, and said, "I want it."

Even Qiu Huan was so arrogant, as if Fan Qinghe was a male whore he randomly summoned, not