He Qin dragged his knife with his right hand and squatted down on the carpet.
The wet marks on the carpet were deep in color, dripping and dripping, extending forward in a continuous manner. He swiped it with his index finger, and it immediately stained a fishy red.
Without saying a word, He Qin looked at the light color on his fingertips and felt that his eyeballs were almost stained red by it. He stood up expressionlessly, his muscles tightening under his shirt; two lean and smooth lines are slowly arched on his back; and the heels of his shoes are silent when they touch the carpet. He walked forward step by step—
He is like a black panther shuttling through the jungle, stepping on the blade of death with every step, holding his breath, and concentrating on ambushing the enemy’s back while suppressing the violence fire in his heart. The more angry he became, the calmer he became, and the more silent he remained. Only the golden color in his pupils was like a sharp edge, revealing his unrelenting murderous intent.
Wen Zheliu held the pendant and turned around in panic: “This is terrible…. Ahhhhhh what to do…..”
At this time, only the mess that was destroyed by Happy Dawson and the eyeless monsters remained in the corridor, and there was no one else. Wen Zheliu was stuck in a difficult situation. He could only cover his head and cry without tears.
“At this time, it would be great if there was Doraemon’s anywhere door… Valar Morghulis! Oh, the day is bright and the night is vast, and there is nothing to hide! No, no, no, it’s useless to say this now!”
Although there was silence on both sides of the corridor, Wen Zheliu could tell that He Qin was walking this way and was getting closer and closer to him.
He really didn’t know what to do, so he gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand tremblingly from the corner: “…Brother, I’m here!”
He Qin was stunned as he stared at the waving hand and then saw Wen Zheliu poking his head out from behind the corner with messy hair, searching left and right for his trace.
“Hey, brother, so you’re here!” Wen Zheliu shuddered with fear and said in a trembling tone, “I was scared to death; you don’t know how dangerous it was just now…”
He Qin looked at him indifferently, and before he could finish his sentence, he sheathed his knife, rushed to him in a few strides, grabbed Wen Zheliu’s collar, and slammed him into the wall!
“…” Wen Zheliu was completely stunned; the second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat, and he couldn’t even utter a single word.
“…Brother.” He called tremblingly.
“Don’t call me brother.” He Qin looked at him condescendingly; the golden flame burning in the depths of his pupils was cold and piercing. “I can’t afford it.”
Wen Zheliu widened his eyes. The frost flowed through his blood and instantly froze every nerve ending in him. He trembled heavily, and his lips and cheeks were all pale in color.
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“Sorry, I…” He looked blankly at the man’s handsome face close at hand. At this moment, it was no longer covered by those flamboyant and gorgeous veils. The camouflage covering his sharp edge was washed away, leaving only fierceness and aggressiveness. Just looking at it will make the bones ache, like being stabbed.
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He Qin didn’t move his head. He only swept a glance at the silver chain in Wen Zheliu’s hand.
“Really, that’s your plan, your reason?”
He smiled coldly, and his tone was full of chilling tenderness: “Do you know how anxious I am? I’m so anxious that I’m going crazy. I’m afraid that if I come late, what I see is your dead body—or worse, I can’t even see your dead body; I can only see you being tortured to death on that f*cking show at twelve o’clock tomorrow night, and I wouldn’t even be able to save you.”
He Qin suddenly smiled; the corners of his lips curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes. He let go of Wen Zheliu’s collar and pulled up his hand to rest on his shoulder, saying, “Come on, baby, touch it.”
Wen Zheliu sniffed, and his cold fingers weakly brushed against He Qin’s sturdy back.
A colder wetness came from his fingertips; his mind was confused, and it took him a while to remember: oh, that was his sweat, even soaking the thick sweatshirt.
“You’re right; I know you’re right.” He Qin nodded. “You just wanted to save me; that’s why you threw me out of the battlefield like garbage with an item that was limited to one use, and then planned to deal with them alone, right?”
A layer of pitiful redness slowly appeared on the side of the boy’s eye sockets, and he said in a hoarse voice, “…I’m not.”
“Aren’t you?!” He Qin smiled angrily. He put his hands on Wen Zheliu’s sides; his tall figure completely shrouded him in a terrifying shadow. “I’m really amazed, but I don’t want to say something as retarded as ‘have you ever cared about my feelings’! Repeat it for me again! Are you really not?!”
Wen Zheliu’s whole body was trembling and shivering. His eye sockets were red, like a small beast that was forced into a corner after being injured and had nowhere to go. He shouted at He Qin out of control, “…I’m not! No! I just like you, like you with all my might!!!”
There was silence all around.
Tears rolled silently down Wen Zheliu’s face and onto the carpet under his feet. His lips were pale and dry, and he murmured, “…Am I selfish? Maybe I am. I’m just timid and selfish because I’d rather get hurt than bear the pain of you leaving me… I was originally a penniless loafer; even if I die here, it doesn’t matter. But the pain of losing something after obtaining it is the most painful; I simply can’t stand it…”
The expression on He Qin’s face seemed to freeze as he gazed into Wen Zheliu’s eyes, their trembling breaths mingling together with a breathtaking warmth. He Qin’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down, and at that moment, Wen Zheliu almost thought that he would kiss him.
But no, He Qin’s fingers lightly touched his cheek, hesitated for a moment, then gently covered his eyes, covering those tears.
“…I’m sorry,” his voice was hoarse, “it’s my fault. I shouldn’t be angry with you. I’m sorry.”
In the hazy darkness, Wen Zheliu could only see a few strands of golden lights coming in from between his fingers, and then He Qin seemed to get close to do something; those lights disappeared for an instant and then reappeared one by one.
Wen Zheliu thought in confusion, what does he mean by this?
It’s not an acceptance; it’s not a rejection… Ah, yes, he said he was straight, and it seemed to be true. He must be shocked now, and then he was too embarrassed to hurt him again, so he had to avoid talking about it…
Not far away, Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan, who basically watched the whole process, stood in place. Mentally handicapped.jpg.
“Sister, what to do?” Xie Yuanyuan said dully, “We… shall we avoid…”
“You call me sister again, and I’ll twist your head off and kick it like a ball.” Du Zijun said dully, “This is obviously a f*cking conflict; how do you avoid it?”
“Ah,” Xie Yuanyuan continued to say dully, “Isn’t it said that couples quarrel at the end of the bed and make up? I think we’d better ……”
“Are you really mentally handicapped?” Du Zijun, who was in a daze, said, “Do you see these two developing a couple’s relationship now?”
Xie Yuanyuan: “Oh, it seems not yet.”
Du Zijun: “Retarded, get lost.”
He Qin let go of his hand covering Wen Zheliu’s eyes and turned to look at the two of them.
“Xie Yuanyuan,” he said in a low voice, “could you take him back and tell those people he’s safe, okay?”
Xie Yuanyuan shuddered all over and hurriedly agreed: “Oh, ok!”
“Hiya.” Du Zijun gave a rare sigh: “Come on, there’s wine in the kitchen; I guess you want to have a drink with me?”
Xie Yuanyuan gently grabbed Wen Zheliu’s sleeve and led the dull-looking young man downstairs. He Qin turned his body slightly, almost with his back to him. They were like two planets that seemed to intersect but actually missed each other, flying in different directions.
Lying on the bed in the room, Wen Zheliu curled up and opened his eyes, silently looking at the dark sky outside the window.
For countless nights when he was a child, he slept in this position on the bed in the attic and then stared at the starry sky outside the window in a daze.
Instead of developing a wildly rebellious or gloomy, cowardly personality, it’s incredible that a child like him, who grew up in a host family and endured years of unjust cold treatment—and even violence—miraculously grew up to be as warm and soft-hearted as a little sun. Due to his mentality, he does not expect to have many friends, but there are many people who are willing to get along with him, and his teachers have also given him a lot of help since he was a child. He also thought carefully about this issue and always felt that, ultimately, it was the power of his family genetics that had been influencing him.
His mother, Liu Huaimeng, is really a very gentle person, and his father, Wen Shu, is also a very personable optimist who never worries or gets upset by anything.
Wen Zheliu’s name was given to him by his father. When introducing himself in front of strangers, Wen Zheliu’s first evaluation will always be, “Your name is so beautiful; it comes from hearing (wen) the sound of snapped willow (zheliu) in this nocturne. Who won’t miss their hometown?” But as he grew older, he understood the little trick his father had hidden in this sentence.
'Wen' Zhe 'Liu'.
—They love each other and are an enviable couple.
Sometimes, Wen Zheliu would also think, what would he be like if his parents were still alive?
Growing up in such a family, he will definitely learn how to love and be loved instead of being like this… like now, like moths flying to a flame, pathetically looking forward to something that doesn’t belong to him.
“Be a kind person, no matter what; don’t apologize for what you do.” While laughing, his father spread out the candy in his hand for Wen Zheliu.
“Be content and be happy. Be grateful for what you have now, and don’t need to pursue what you have lost.” His mother touched his head with a gentle smile and said, “You will know in the future that loss is the normal state of life.”
Years later, he still draws strength from those words. He allows himself to keep warming others; he can’t see others suffer; he can’t stand the tears that were forced out of life and love; he tries his best to help others because he always thinks—If only someone could have helped me when I was in predicaments. When I was robbed off my property by the Liu’s and ridiculed by my nominal family members.
The ancient Catholic Church had something called a redemption voucher (Absolution Certificate). The Pope declared that those who bought this could get grace from the merit bank and exonerate sins committed in the future. This was originally a ridiculous claim set up to make money. However, Wen Zheliu felt that everything he did in the past years was in exchange for this unwarranted redemption voucher for himself.
What now? He thought, can this redemption voucher redeem him for the love he has been looking forward to and longing for?
On the other side, He Qin and Du Zijun were sitting on the balcony of the room.
“Tell me, what would he think if he knew that I had lied to him?” He Qin’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he swallowed a mouthful of cheap red wine into his stomach.
It was bitter.
The real feelings were revealed!
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Somehow, I foresaw the start of this chapter, but the end took me completely by surprise!
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Lied????? Hq what did you do >:((
I have a feeling he lied about how he was able to get into the 2nd world. If not, what DID he lie about….