[Ting Feng] Victorious

Hello everyone, I am Li Yifeng.

Many readers are asking about the secret of my early departure many years ago, and I have already told him that secret.

Chen Weiting didn't want to say it, but I didn't say anything until now, maybe I won't say it in my life.Now that we're together too, I've decided to tell you about it.

It can also be regarded as a lesson for the young people. Do you think I am like a political commissar again?

That day William Chan asked me if I wanted to go back to university, but I refused without thinking too much.

It is not a simple matter for me to start from the beginning, so I can only briefly mention one or two here.

Things are scary.

After the brawl that broke out because of William Chan's participation, it ended with the incident of William Chan's tattoo.

He probably didn't mention it to you, the number of fights we have had in the years of college is beyond count, I know he will deliberately conceal this part, after all he is also considered a public figure.

There are far more people in the world who can't be provoked than those who can be provoked, and if you hang around for a long time, the right and wrong will be too big to end.

The night before I left the university, I received a call. The other party threatened me to go out with the threat of William Chan’s safety. I tentatively asked who the caller was, and my intuition told me that he was someone that both William Chan and I could not afford to offend.

I didn't dare to say why. When I left, I only had two things on me-a mobile phone and a knife.

I told Ying Haoming that I couldn't come back within three hours and contacted my parents.

At that time he asked me where are you going and will you not come back?If you don't come back, shouldn't I go to Brother Ting first?

I said, don't look for him.

My father did have some relationship between black and white. My behavior at that time was so reckless that it was whimsical. I thought I could solve the problem.Later I realized that three hours was already too long.

It rained very thinly and densely that night, and I don't know whether it was the cold outside or inside.

I took a taxi as soon as I got out of the school, and followed the other party's directions to the dilapidated bar at the front of my house. A woman with big waves and bright red hair was already waiting for me at the door, and she paid for me. I paid for a taxi, and then led me in. Two men searched me and took a knife from me.

In the smoky bar, men and women hugged each other indulgently, I carefully avoided them by turning sideways, and followed the woman into the private room.

A man was sitting in the middle of the sofa, he was smiling, looking like a beast in clothes.

At least, at first glance, he doesn't look like a gangster.

Then there was an inexplicable wave dance by the woman, and after the dance, she nestled back to the man like a pet.

The man raised his glass to me, and I knew my hands were shaking uncontrollably, so I forced a smile and drank the glass of wine.

I can only be vigilant so that I don't get drunk as much as possible, and I have been pinching my thigh vigorously.

I know I don't drink much, and I even remember that I only drank five and a half glasses, but the wine has been drugged.

Drugs, aphrodisiacs, drugs, I don't know, really, I don't know.

When I woke up the next day, I saw a [hexie] naked body. After being stunned for five seconds, I realized that the body was me.

I thought about what had happened.

I couldn't believe that my consciousness was so clear at that time that it was terrifying. They were already planning to completely imprison me. I respectfully said that the future will be long, and I will follow him and work hard for him in the future.

I was released temporarily, and the phone was no longer with me. The last time I communicated with the outside world was when I told Ying Haoming that I was on a certain road by car.

When I was walking on the street, I didn't know where to go. I looked at the passers-by with empty eyes, and sometimes stood in the middle of the road in a daze and was severely cursed by the driver.

Until a car drove up, and there were three strange men including the driver, and my mother, who came to pick me up, probably buying an overnight ticket.

When I got into the car, those men weren't that big, and I'm afraid they didn't have much combat effectiveness as thugs.

But a man had already shown me his police ID.

It's plainclothes, from the criminal police team.

As soon as I returned to the police station, I was separated from my parents and interrogated alone.

No one asked me how, I said all I knew with a numb expression.The location of the bar, how to get there, what do they look like.

I told them that the group was overly reassured by me and probably hadn't left yet.

A plainclothes man had already gone to get the handcuffs, and he was cursing: "Catch that dog hanging around first."

I remember that swear word very clearly.

They let me sit in the car again and let me sit in the car and watch from a distance.

Soon, the three men came out with their heads covered and handcuffed. They took off their hoods one by one, took a photo and put them in the police car. Meal, panic and extreme nausea overwhelmed me.

The criminal policeman drove back. He glanced at me in the rearview mirror and said, "That man was so scared that he wet his pants."

I couldn't speak, just clutched my heart hard and went back to the interrogation room again.

My parents watched the criminal who was one step ahead of me step into the threshold, and I saw clearly the maddened look in my mother's eyes, I subconsciously took two quick steps and took her hand.

The hatred in her eyes didn't dissipate, even when she looked at me, she still had such hatred.

I had no choice but to leave her again and began to cooperate with the statement, during which I was so nervous that I vomited.They asked in great detail, and it was undoubtedly painful.Afterwards, I went to the hospital for examination and sampling. The nurses' gazes at me and their whispering finally made me feel ashamed.

The laws against men being sexually assaulted are not perfect, and they were eventually detained for prostitution and drug trafficking after cross-examination.

I can't remember what those three people looked like, it's like a shadow is cast on their faces.

During the intermission of the confession, my mother came in again and asked me this and that. I shook my head and couldn't cry.

She said that they had searched many times according to the streets I mentioned. Of course, after that rainy night, nothing would be left.

I didn't want to talk to my mother any more, so I lay down on the table by myself. My father came in and touched my head, and I finally cried.

"Dad, I want to go home." This was the first sentence I said to my family after walking with the police all morning.

I stayed in that city for an extra day, and my parents did the packing and formalities. I pretended to be the same and walked around the city with William Chan.

"I'm leaving." I know it's chilling for me to say that out of the blue.

"Why are you leaving? Where are you going? Are you coming back?" He didn't even take this sentence as the truth, and asked with a smile.

"This is a hurtful place." My voice must have sounded frustrating, it seemed that he really couldn't understand, of course, I wouldn't let him understand, "Just kidding, I have passed all the required university exams, and my family If you are in a hurry to let me go back, it may be a good opportunity."

He was so disappointed, stared at me, hugged me, I didn't want to struggle, but it was miserable, I was already dirty with everything about love.

The police said that at least this is not your local area, so don't mention these things after you go back.

They asked if we wanted to pursue civil liability.

Father resolutely said no, don't say anything, as long as they don't retract the confession, we don't have to pay compensation.

So, I got on the plane to leave.

"Yi Feng, change your phone number and contact information." My mother reminded me incessantly.

Changed, the new phone number was sent to all contacts except William Chan.

I knew that William Chan would definitely ask around, so I kept William Chan's cell phone number, and I didn't answer the caller ID if it was him, but every time he called, I would cry.

Psychological intervention is necessary. I have received drug treatment, and the shadow of that matter still haunts me, but it has no effect on my normal life.

That day, I told him everything, and finally I only asked him: "Do you still want me?"

"Will you still allow me to have you? Will you run away from me? This is what I fear the most. It's not your fault, it's all over." He hugged me very hard, making me feel at ease. In his arms, "I just didn't expect that I would protect you with all my strength, but I never knew that you had been hurt so much because of me. I don't want to lose you a second time, and you must not go a second time."

"Then what if I let go first?" My hands were still frozen, hanging by my side, and I never put my arms around his back to give him a response.

"I won't let you let go. Letting go is a matter between two people, as long as I still hold you." He held my hand tightly with one free hand, as if he wanted to desperately hold the warmth that belonged to him. Send it over.

I know that normal people already feel that his hands are very cold, but he is warming my deadly icy hands.

I laughed and cried, he cried and laughed, I was finally willing to hug him back, and told him that I was as happy as embracing the whole world, but he said that I am not the whole world, I only have one that has been frozen for several years and is still difficult to cool heart, I put it into your body, let it help you beat alive.

We are naked, because we have no secrets, no secrets, so we can stick together.

-------------------------------------------- I am the dividing line of waiting ------------------------------------------------

Don't worry, we're fine.

The news of blessings is still overwhelming. It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry to kill the eunuch, and what's more urgent...Li Yifeng's little cousin sent a set of couple underwear.

It seems that this child needs to be educated. I think she has developed into a doujinshi. I don't mind doujinshi. I just think it will be more difficult for this girl to marry.

Li Yifeng did not express any positive attitude towards these overly active blessings, but he also silently posted another photo of us watching TV in his circle of friends.

I asked him what he was doing, and he said that there is something wrong with the aesthetics of the angle you took the photo, why do you think it looks good like this?

In fact, I don't want to expose it. Our selfie skills are comparable.

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