Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

"I won't leave, he's my brother!"

Before he could finish his words, the whip came suddenly and mercilessly, hitting Gong Shimu's shoulder.

The skin under his clothes quickly became red and swollen, and it was burning with pain, but he didn't move at all, staring at Gong Boqi opposite him with a serious look, as if he was determined to go against him.

Gong Boqi has always had very little patience. Since he refused to change his ways, he didn't mind teaching him a lesson.

With a slight bend of his wrist, the whip tail was deftly turned in another direction. There was another crisp snap, leaving a bloody mark on Gong Shimu's face and neck.

This position is very clever, and it can be seen by Gong Huasui who is hiding underneath.

"elder brother!"

Gong Huasui didn't want Gong Shimu to suffer for him, so he struggled to break out of the latter's encirclement and get out.

But Gong Shimu, who is obsessed with his brother, would never agree.

He couldn't bear to say anything harsh to the glutinous rice ball he had raised since he was a child, even when he found out it was filled with black sesame seeds, let alone watching his younger brother being bullied.

Seeing Gong Boqi's whip falling again, he turned around quickly, tightened his arms, and held the person tightly in his arms.

"Be good, don't move."

Amid the crackling sound of falling whips, Gong Shimu's body swayed slightly, but his tone remained gentle. He rested his chin on the boy's head and comforted him patiently.

"Brother... leave me alone..."

Gong Huasui bit her lips, her eyes were covered with tears, and the corners of her red eyes blinked back and forth, which made Gong Shimu's heart melt.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I ignore you?"

Chi Qinghe went through so much trouble to rescue you and even sacrificed his life for it. If I hand you over, Chi Qinghe will probably turn into a ghost on the spot and claim my life.

Thinking of this possibility, Gong Shimu suppressed the cry of pain in his throat, smiled, and blurted out.

"Someone really values ​​your life..."

Gong Huasui reacted quickly and realized something was wrong with this sentence after just a moment's thought.

"Is that person Qinghe? Qinghe is back, did he come to see me?!"

Gong Shimu was shocked. He didn't expect him to be so perceptive, but he had seen big scenes before, so he pretended to be hesitant to speak.

Finally, he remained silent and pressed the boy's head down again.

Hearing Gong Huasui shout "Qinghe" again was like a shot of mania for Gong Boqi.

The original intention of letting the two of them go was gone.

"Gong Huasui, I gave you everything you wanted, but why do you always want to disobey me?"

"What's so good about a man? Is he worth you giving up the entire Gong family?!"

The whip fell like raindrops, each time heavier and more merciless than the last.

It seemed that in Gong Boqi's eyes, they were not blood relatives, but prisoners of war who could be abused at will in the concentration camp.

"Um..."

Gong Shimu couldn't hold it in any longer in the end, he groaned in pain, his legs went limp, and he fell into the corner with the boy in his arms.

Gong Huasui, who was hidden underneath him, was still struggling and saying "no" in a trembling voice.

His eyes were clearly a little dazed, but he still instinctively hugged the person tighter, fearing that the whip would pass over him and hit Gong Huasui.

"Brother, don't sleep... don't sleep..."

Gong Huasui saw that Gong Shimu's condition was getting worse and worse, and he was about to faint at any time, so he cried out.

"Stop hitting me! I want to go back! I want to go back! Let him go... let him go..."

Gong Baiqi indeed stopped moving, but the next second, he raised his eyes and met the boy's tearful eyes, his expression suddenly dazed.

Being held in the arms of a wounded man, breathing rapidly, trembling all over, nerves tense as if facing the devil of hell, revealing a pair of peach blossom eyes red with tears, filled with fear, terror, sadness... and hatred...

It is exactly the same as a scene from many years ago.

Gong Baiqi almost couldn't hold the whip in his hand.

Even though he quickly came to his senses, the tears and regret in his eyes seemed to be rooted there, like thorny vines that penetrated deep into his bones. Every time he recalled a frame, the pain was so severe that he could hardly keep his body.

so similar.

If I had been a little more obedient back then...

"Walk."

He turned slightly sideways and wound the whip back in circles.

Gong Shimu is also a stubborn guy, and he almost lost half his life just now.

Now that he had caught his breath, he immediately stopped Gong Huasui from getting up and following him, gritting his teeth and saying something harsh.

"Even if you beat me to death today, I won't let him go with you!"

With that, he neatly covered his brother's mouth, refusing to let him give in to the sadist anymore.

Gong Boqi's gaze darkened, "Do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"

"You! Try! Try!"

As these three words fell, the smell of gunpowder in the air suddenly became stronger.

The two men confronted each other, neither willing to give in, as if another provocative word would immediately spark and blow up the entire ward.

Gong Boqi stared at the two brothers hugging each other tightly in the corner for a long time.

It wasn't until the painful memories in the deepest part of his mind suddenly came to mind that he frowned and looked away.

After this incident, he was no longer in the mood.

He picked up the whip and left, looking deeply into Gong Huasui's red peach blossom eyes for two seconds before opening the door and walking out.

But the footsteps, compared to usual ones, had an absurd sense of fleeing.

Two hours later.

The doctors and nurses gathered in the ward left.

His back was covered with whip wounds, and Gong Shimu could only lie on the bed. The pain he felt belatedly, mixed with the soreness of the cold ointment, made him gasp.

Gong Huasui sat beside the hospital bed, looking at him with red eyes, his heartache and guilt almost written on his face. Gong Shimu deliberately teased him.

"Sui Sui, I have suffered such a serious injury for you. You must take good care of me and don't let my brother down."

"Ah."

It was rare to see such a well-behaved brother, Gong Shimu smiled even more happily, and then accidentally pulled the wound on his face, his face distorted in pain.

Gong Huasui suddenly became nervous and asked him if it hurt.

Gong Shimu buried the other side of his uninjured face in the pillow. The boy's anxious look was reflected in the pupil of his left eye, and his heart suddenly tightened.

"If one day, I... do something wrong, will you forgive me?"

"do wrong things?"

Gong Huasui's fingers hanging at his side curled slightly, and his voice became much lower. "Are you going to send me back to the Gong family?"

"How can it be!"

Gong Shimu became excited. Seeing that his brother was happy again, he smiled at him with trust, his eyes curved.

He pursed his lips, the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them in the end.

Forget it, let’s not tell anyone that Chi Qinghe was here.

Otherwise, I would have to sleep with that crybaby at night, and I don’t know how many times I’ve changed my pillow because of his crying.

But he didn't want to mention it, but Gong Huasui seized on the loopholes in his words and kept asking.

"Brother, you said someone cares about me, and I asked if it was Qinghe, but you still haven't answered me."

Gong Shimu threw the question back.

"What do you think?"

Gong Huasui stroked the bracelet on his wrist, looking dejected. "I don't know. I really want to see him, but I don't want him to show up. It's too dangerous."

"Don't worry, he didn't come, but he gave you all his luck... Under that situation, it was difficult for anyone to survive unscathed. You are very lucky."

This sentence was ambiguous. After he finished speaking, he asked someone to go out and buy something for him.

Only when he was alone in the ward did Gong Shimu take off the mask on his face.

Looking through the glass window at the sky outside that was gradually turning gray, I couldn't help but think of the strange fog last night.

Chi Qinghe seemed to be embraced by the fog and came into this world.

When the fog gathers, people gather; when the fog disperses, people disperse.

This kind of natural thing requires the right time, place and people.

In order to save Sui Sui, he seemed to have forcibly broken through some kind of restriction and came here.

The jade bracelet on Suisui's hand should be the medium.

Later he disappeared, and the jade bracelet dimmed...

The winter in Jiangjing is very long.

If nothing unexpected happens, Chi Qinghe will never appear again this winter.

Next winter, he wasn't sure...

Can you get through the years?

Thinking of the coat still in the car, he sighed, took out his cell phone from under the pillow and called his assistant.

"Zhongli, I have a black coat in my car. It's a little dirty. Can you take it to me to get it washed?"

He lowered his voice even more.

"It must be cleaned thoroughly, especially blood stains. Ask the person cleaning it to be very careful, leaving no trace or smell."

"For laundry detergent, use the one that Suisui usually uses. Try not to have any other smells. And send it over as soon as possible."

If Zhongli remembered correctly, the clothes in the car were taken back by the boss from the crime scene.

According to daily custom, such clothes are thrown away or burned directly. Firstly, they are considered unlucky, and secondly, they are really unnecessary.

Although I didn't understand my boss's strange way of thinking, I still did as he was told.

It was the next day when he returned to the hospital with the processed clothes.

"Hello, Mr. Chi."

Zhongli bowed respectfully towards Chi Yu who was sitting on the sofa.

Chi Yu blew away the hot steam on the teacup, took a sip, and then nodded in response.

"I do have selfish motives in this matter, but no matter how you look at it, we will get the result we want."

Chi Yu glanced at the time on his watch, stood up, straightened his clothes, and said to Gong Shimu.

"Think about it carefully for a while, I won't bother you anymore. Just take care of your injuries."

Gong Shimu sat upright on the hospital bed and smiled, "Take care."

Zhongli handed the bag over only after the people had gone far away.

Gong Shimu unfolded his clothes and placed them on the bed, then asked casually, "Chi Yu wants Sui Sui to enter the entertainment industry. What do you think?"

"The entertainment industry has been developing quite well recently, and the company's entertainment division is also planning to recruit new members..."

Before Zhongli could finish his words, Gong Shimu interrupted him.

"From what you said, you want him to come in."

With his words blocked, Zhongli had no choice but to say vaguely that it depended on Gong Huasui's own opinion.

Gong Shimu lowered his eyes and smiled.

"See what he means? He can't wait to debut today, be on the front page tomorrow, and have his posters hung all over the country the day after tomorrow, so that Chi Qinghe can see him the first thing he does when he comes back."

This answer made Zhongli stunned for a moment.

He always thought that Gong Huasui wanted to enter the entertainment industry because he was attracted by the glitz and glamour of this circle.

When we are teenagers, we yearn most for the pursuit and praise of a large number of people to satisfy our vanity.

But the truth is, he just wants the attention of one person.

It’s so simple that it’s a bit sad.

Gong Shimu: "That's quite unexpected, isn't it? For someone who left, he suddenly changed his plans and entered the entertainment industry, giving up his family property and future. Do you think he's stupid?"

Zhongli shook his head, "Not stupid, very brave."

"Maybe."

At this time, Gong Huasui came back from outside with a lunch box, and saw Gong Shimu holding a coat, and said.

"Brother, is the air conditioner too cold? Did you specifically ask Zhongli to go home and get some clothes?"

As he said this, he took the remote control to adjust the temperature.

"No, I gave this dress to you."

For everyday clothes, either new styles from brand names are delivered to my home in rows.

Either the designer will measure their sizes and deliver it to their home after it is made, but it is rare for them to take it out midway.

He wanted to give Chi Qing and the dress to Sui Sui with a legitimate reason, so he could only vaguely use the second reason.

"I recently met a new designer who I think is quite good, so I asked him to design something for you. Zhongli just happened to bring it here, so wouldn't it be perfect for you to try on?"

He was a little nervous.

Whenever his younger brother encountered Chi Qinghe's problems, his already high IQ would soar even higher. Sometimes, he couldn't even resist his cleverness.

Gong Huasui felt that Gong Shimu was a little strange today, but he still walked over obediently.

The texture of the clothes is very comfortable. When Gong Huasui first touched it, he felt warm and safe.

sense of security?

Gong Huasui was very curious why such words popped up in his mind.

"Don't you like it?"

Gong Shimu felt a pang in his heart when he saw his brother touching and rubbing his clothes but refusing to put them on.

Just by touching someone, you recognized him?!

Not to the point.

"I like it very much." Gong Huasui smiled, "It's just not suitable for me."

Gong Shimu frowned, "What's the big deal about suitable or unsuitable? When you get a chance, clean out your closet full of jackets and stop wearing such casual clothes all the time."

He just couldn't understand it. There were so many clothes available, but his brother only liked to wear windbreakers, or at worst, hoodies in various monotonous colors.

Only on formal occasions would he wear a suit as if it were a gift...

Gong Huasui fiddled with his clothes, seemingly without any intention.

"I'm a student and I won't be on TV, so I can just dress casually."

Gong Shimu: “…”

Not on TV...what about him?

Recalling the conversation with Chi Yu just now, he raised his eyelids and looked at the tall and handsome young man in front of him.

Gong Huasui's skin is very fair. The moment he put on the black windbreaker, his whole body looked particularly delicate, like a pure and noble porcelain that had been carved with thousands of knives.

But when you move your eyes downwards, you see a gray-green elementary school student sweatshirt and pure black casual combat pants!

He was suddenly overwhelmed.

“I feel a little bit small.”

Gong Huasui shrugged his shoulders, feeling as if he couldn't stretch out his arms. "But it's acceptable."

Gong Shimu: "Then let Zhongli help you modify it."

"It's okay, no need to change it, I like this dress."

Gong Huasui took half a step back, somewhat resisting Zhongli's approach.

Judging from the fact that Gong Huasui likes to wear loose and comfortable clothes, clothes have always catered to him, rather than him catering to clothes.

This rare persistence now made Gong Shimu's mood even more complicated.

Didn't you recognize it?

"Brother, look at how nicely I'm dressed."

Gong Huasui buttoned up his coat, hiding the sweatshirt underneath, then moved closer, trying not to let Gong Shimu see his pants underneath his windbreaker.

Looking at it this way, it is indeed much better.

"Whatever you want." Gong Shimu waved his hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gong Huasui immediately took off his clothes and held her in his arms.

Gong Shimu was puzzled, "Didn't you like wearing it? Why did you take it off again?"

Gong Huasui replied to him while carefully folding the clothes.

"I'm afraid it will get dirty, and this dress feels weird to me when I put it on..."

He paused here for a long time, as if thinking of the most appropriate adjective.

"It's like being held by Qinghe."

Gong Shimu's pupils contracted suddenly, and he clenched his fists with his fingers hidden under the quilt, and joked in a tone as calm as possible.

"Then it seems I have to ask this designer to make you a few more clothes since you like wearing them so much."

"No, this one is enough for me."