Chapter 117

Autumn has just begun, but for some, it seems like winter has already entered the snow-covered winter.

This heavy snow sealed their hearts and froze their inner world.

Zhang Zhen rushed to the hospital under Qi’s name with an unshaven beard, his feet were sloppy, his cheeks were sunken, his clothes were wrinkled, and exuded a turbid smell, as if he hadn’t changed for a few days.

The few people standing guard outside the ward saw him, and their tense expressions cracked a little. Uneasiness oozes out: “Brother Zhen, Master Qi…”

Zhang Zhen waved his hand, he coughed a few times, pushed open the door of the ward and walked in, looked at? The person on the bed, before he could speak, he heard the other person ask, “How long have I been in a coma?”

“Less than two days.” Zhang Zhen’s throat hurts badly, and his stomach has a bitter taste, “Third brother, how do you feel? The doctor said that you walked through the gate of hell, and the wound is only close to the heart…”

Qi Yiluo had just woken up, his memory and senses were still recovering slowly, he didn’t pay attention to listening, he was just thinking about what was missing in the ward.

There is one less person.

What about the kid, why didn’t he come to see him?

A stabbing pain suddenly came from Qi Yiliao’s head, and all his memories returned at this second. He remembered that the child left Lanmo Mansion alone while he was asleep.

He also remembered that he had found someone by the river and had a car accident on the way back to Lanmo Mansion.

“Where is Xiaobai?” Qi Yiliao pulled out the needle and got out of bed, his tall figure swayed slightly, his expression was the same as usual.

Zhang Zhen didn’t speak.

Qi Yiliao slapped? He walked towards him barefoot: “A Zhen, I’m asking you something?”

“Cough!” Zhang Zhen coughed, his pale face was a little more physiologically reddish, but the corners of his eyes were red like blood.

Qi Yiliao stroked his back, and said gently, “Take it easy.”

The only sound in the ward was Zhang Zhen’s painful cough and disordered wheezing.

Qi Yiluo was like a living person without breathing.

After a while, Zhang Zhen’s cough subsided, and he said in a hoarse voice, “Third brother, I buried it for nothing.”

The hand on his back stopped.

“I know you ordered a crystal coffin before the car accident, but Baibai’s body is already incomplete, and there is no way to keep it. The side where the car hit the mountain wall happened to be his side…Really, I don’t want to, really? I can’t keep it …” Zhang Zhen lowered his eyelashes, and there was a momentary trance in his eyes. It was like a dream, a dream within a dream. It was a terrible nightmare. He couldn’t wake up, but he was eroded by unspeakable grief a few seconds later. Strangling? His neck, not letting him die, not letting him live.

Qi Yiliao put down the hand resting on Zhang Zhen’s back, his dull eyes moved lightly, and sighed, “Azhen, do you know what you’re talking about?”

Zhang Zhen was frightened by the third brother’s calm tone, he raised his head, and met the third brother’s complaining eyes.

“Xiaobai is your younger brother and the heir of the Qi family, my partner, how could you say such nonsense when I just woke up,” Qi Yiluo patted the pillow with **** hands , “Which ward is he in, take me there.”

Zhang Zhen was stunned for a while, feeling cold all over.

“I protect him in my arms, and I can hide from him. It stands to reason that he won’t be seriously injured.” Qi Yiluo frowned, “He hurt his leg, so he can’t get out of bed?”

Zhang Zhen moved his lips: “When the incident happened, Bai Bai had already…”

“That child climbed the mountain and stayed up late yesterday. He ran to the riverside to have a wind in the early morning. He is not afraid of catching a cold. He is too restless? Let me ask him.” step, and fell weakly to the ground.

Zhang Zhen’s reaction was slowed down by the effect of the medicine, which was far worse than usual. He stood still, muttering something nervously.

Qi Yiluo struggled to get up, his two arms, shoulders, back, left waist, and the hospital gown on his chest were all red, and the redness in those places was still expanding.

“Third brother!” Zhang Zhen finally came back to reality, and ran over with messy steps.

The ward was noisy for a while, and then became? Silent again.

Qi Yiliao re-bandaged the wound. He woke up from the scientific research institute five days ago. He was not in good health, mentally. He also injected medicine during the resistance to “instinct”. On the third day after that, he had an accident in the mountains. He was injured, and then got into a car accident the next day, and the injuries added to his injuries. Now he is exhausted, the fire of life is flickering, and he can’t even think about it.

Zhang Zhen’s forehead hair and sideburns are wet, he has washed his face, it seems that the water flowing from the tap can act as a tranquilizer: “Third brother, all the examinations except the autopsy have been done, and it is confirmed that it is in vain. myself.”

“The cause of death was not a car accident, but sudden cardiac death.”

This is a very common method of death in recent years. Young people account for an increasing proportion of the affected population.

There was nothing strange about his younger brother’s death, only one thing he couldn’t figure out, why he went to the riverside.

But the person is no longer there, and everything is meaningless.

Zhang Zhen couldn’t bear such a blow. He took a lot of medicine. If it wasn’t for the psychological? The doctor found out in time and sent him to the hospital for gastric lavage. Now he has gone underground.

“He’s not dead.” A weak voice sounded from the hospital bed.

Zhang Zhen turned his head slowly.

Qi Yiliao closed his eyes, his bloodless face was silent, and he spat out three words from his pale lips: “Alive.”

Zhang Zhen’s red eyes were wide open. He has always regarded the third brother as an elder brother, a relative, and respected and looked up to him, but he was watching his younger brother’s appearance and checking, and he never took a step away during the whole process. He also handled the corpse with his own hands? of.

Going away in vain, the third brother is crazy.

Zhang Zhen covered his face with his hands, and wept bitterly, the cries one after another were choked, covered with heavy sadness and pain.

“Azhen, don’t make noise here, I want to rest.” Qi Yiluo said hoarsely.

Zhang Zhen went out with his head lowered. Every time he cried, the protruding bones on his back trembled. He was a thug, the captain of the guard carefully trained by the Qi family. He had experienced countless life and death, but his ability to bear it was unknown. Since when did it get worse again and again, so bad that I need to rely on drugs to survive.

The door of the ward was opened from the inside, and the brothers cared about Brother Zhen one after another. Finally, they took a peek into the ward, bent down sadly and shouted: “Master Qi, your condolences.”

Close the door lightly.

No one saw it, the person on the hospital bed opened his eyes, staring at the void horribly, as if he was staring at an enemy who would destroy him all over the place.

Zhang Zhen didn’t give his younger brother a funeral, the school only knew that he was unwell and dropped out of school to rest.

The younger brother’s body was buried in the cemetery in the backyard of Lanmo Mansion, in the cemetery prepared by the third brother for himself. This? Zhang Zhen told the third brother after the fact, and he decided on his own.

The third brother was discharged from the hospital early and came back. When he learned about this, he didn’t say anything, and he didn’t go to the cemetery. Instead, he ordered everyone to look for people all over the world.

It was none other than Zhang Zhen’s brother who was looking for.

Zhang Zhen listens to psychology? The doctor said that at this stage, the third brother is protected by the self-defense system, escaping from reality, and living in the illusion of hope created by himself. It is best for outsiders not to interfere with him.

So Zhang Zhen didn’t dare to mention the matter of dying in vain to the third brother again. He took orders to do things, and his mood improved a lot. It wasn’t because he accepted it, but because he took a medicine that slowed down his emotions.

On the third day after Qi Yiliao sent someone to look for his lover, Cen Jingmo came to visit.

No one in Lanmo Mansion entertained him.

Cen Jingmo’s attire was very casual, and he didn’t come to pay tribute to the funeral. He looked like he was seeing a friend, and there was a light smile in his narrow and narrow eyes: “Where is Mr. Jiao?”

Qi Da clenched his fists, and everyone behind Cen Jingmo drew their guns.

Qi Er and several other brothers who did not go out also pointed their guns at the Cen family.

The Cen family in the east city is going to be crazy, and it’s fine if they come to the west city, but they also come to the Qi family’s territory to act wildly. If it weren’t for the Qi family’s funeral at this time, they can’t see blood…

When the sword was on the verge of breaking out, Cen Jingmo saw a familiar figure, and he called out politely, “Mr. Zhang.”

Zhang Zhen waved his hands to let the brothers back down. He smelled of Chinese medicine all over his body: “What’s the matter, Prince?”

Cen Jingmo put his hands in the windbreaker pockets: “I’m looking for your brother.”

“Since the prince is here, he must have received some rumors that he is no longer here.” Zhang Zhen took a deep breath, and the third brother sent someone to investigate, and the movement was hidden from the outside world, but he couldn’t hide it from the insiders. He expected that someone would come to the door, but he didn’t expect Cen Jingmo to be the first one.

“My family does not offer condolences, please go back.” Zhang Pillow issued an order to chase away the guests.

The arc of Cen Jingmo’s upper lip straightened: “I came here because I didn’t believe it.”

“If you don’t believe it, don’t believe it, I will curse my brother to death!” Zhang Zhen roared.

“Mr. Zhang, don’t get me wrong, I’m not provocative,” Cen Jingmo explained, “I think? Your brother has something special and is loved by God. How many hurdles he crosses, will he get? How much?” …”

Cen Jingmo’s voice stopped abruptly. He looked at the figure in the courtyard not far away. He didn’t recognize who it was at the first glance, but he knew it at the second glance – it was Qi Yiliao who had a lot of gray hair. Like a widowed old man.

“Really? Dead…” Cen Jingmo murmured, laughing sadly, “What are you doing, Mr. Jiao, are you…”

Zhang Zhen knocked him to the ground with a punch, and kicked him several times, each time with 100% force, the wind was **** and fierce. The negative emotions suppressed by the drugs in Zhang Zhen’s heart took the opportunity to vent out. Cen Jingmo, who had no power to fight back after beating him, turned around and left dejectedly, his footsteps were weak and his back was bleak.

The members of the Cen family also fought with the Qi family.

Cen Jingmo was lying on the ground gasping for breath, his chest was heaving with difficulty, the bamboo shoot was dead.

Whoops, he actually died.

How could he die?

Even he is dead, so what else in this world is worth watching and studying?

Cen Jingmo recalled his two lives, and left with his guards. As soon as the group left, the Shen family’s car arrived.

The attitude of the people in Lanmo Mansion towards Shen Er’an was okay. Seeing that the boss didn’t show up, they called and asked, and they took Shen Er’an to the backyard only after getting approval.

Shen Er’an stayed in the backyard until dark before leaving. When he left, there were several cuts in his hands, all of which were cut with scissors.

He has used the small scissors for many years, and it was the first time that it was so difficult that he got blood on his hands.

Standing by the side of the car, Shen Er’an looked back at the Lanmo Mansion where Zibazania had lived for the longest time and was a writer.

“And you, you can’t come back to life after death, you have to cherish it.” Tan Jun comforted.

Shen Er’an suppressed the grief in his eyes, and said sarcastically, “When my mother passed away, did you think the same way?”

Tan Jun froze, and he glanced at the young man who got into the car: “And you, it will pass.”

Shen Er’an turned his head to look out the window, Ziobac left, walking in front of him.

The most important position in his life was empty, and the wind and snow penetrated into it, and it was frozen into frost in an instant.

In the middle of the night, the grass in the backyard was trampled by the soles of the shoes, and the rustling sound spread all the way to a new grave.

In front of the tombstone are several paper dragonflies, folded from old paper, and different parts of the dragonflies are stained with blood, weak and beautiful.

When the wind blows, all the dragonflies fly up.

Qi Yiliao grasped the tombstone, squatted down slowly, and then sat down on the ground little by little. He raised his head slightly and exhaled a cloud of bitter green smoke, “I know it’s not you who is buried here.”

The smoke climbed up Qi Yiliao’s eyebrows, and he said “Oh”: “You are still alive.”

The next moment, the curve on Qi Yiliao’s lips faded away, as if it had never appeared before. He casually stroked the tombstone. All the resources he had accumulated over the years were being used, but there was still no news.

This? He expected it, because he didn’t know where to start.

Qi Yiluo didn’t believe that his frisky and extremely strong little bobcat was gone, and he couldn’t believe it, otherwise the road under his feet would collapse.

So as long as he has breath, he will investigate and wait for a miracle for the rest of his life.

“noob,”

Qi Yiliao’s forehead was pressed against the tombstone, smoke was lingering between his lips, he frowned, his voice was very hoarse, “Every time I asked a question, I would guide you to answer it, and you, did you leave any clues for me?”

“Where did you hide? Didn’t you consider my age and physical condition?” After Qi Yiliao finished speaking, he smiled to himself? Shaking his head, he inserted one hand into his short white hair, rubbing his fingertips against his scalp anxiously Violent, knuckles trembling.

“Show up early and let my people find out about you. Don’t make me wait too long.”

After a long silence in front of the tombstone, a low, inaudible voice sounded.

“Uncle misses you.”

A line of characters suddenly appeared in the void.

The second part of “Broken Wing” – to be continued.