Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Cheng Ying has been busy since he went to the detention center that day.

His face returned to its usual cold expression, and only Jingzhi could see a hint of fragility and pain in his sharp eyes.

Even though Lin Wei had told him not to bother with the base camp, Cheng Ying's daily schedule was still his home, the base camp, the city prison, and Xiao Ma's family's home.

He ran back and forth between these places, but with little success.

The prison in the city is dozens of kilometers away from them. Cheng Ying goes back and forth every day, trying to find a chance for Lin Wei to survive.

Every time he went there, he might not be able to see Lin Wei. The prison in the city was more strictly guarded than here, and there were only two opportunities to visit the prisoners a month.

Lin Wei didn't dare to say anything more, for fear of affecting Cheng Ying and Yiling.

……

Jing Zhiyou remembered that one day Cheng Ying came back, wrote just one sentence on a piece of paper, and then hugged her tightly.

When he raised his head again, his eyes were very red.

He has lost weight.

Jingzhi looked at the words blurred by hot tears, and frowned slightly.

Not only Lin Wei had lost weight, but Cheng Ying also looked much more haggard.

He used to shave cleanly every day and had a square chin, but now he had a short beard, and a sense of vicissitudes of life came over him.

Unfortunately, his brow ridges are very high, and because of this anxiety, his eyeballs seem to be sunken a lot, and dark circles are always around.

The more Jingzhi looked at it, the more distressed she felt.

He couldn't hold it in for less than half a month before being forced to set a rule.

Must be home before 7pm every day.

She would insist on waiting for him to come back every day to eat together, and if he didn't come back, she wouldn't eat.

After such a threat, Cheng Ying, who was almost going crazy, finally went home to eat.

A lot of money was spent, but there was no news from the agency. Kong San even secretly returned the things that Cheng Ying had sent and paid with a note.

"Party workers will never take a single needle or thread from the masses. If you continue to behave like this, don't blame me for turning on you and taking you to court for bribery."

After reading the note, Cheng Ying felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

It doesn’t work, what should I do?

What should he do?

Xiao Ma, a policeman, was the only son in the family. He died at the age of 23.

His family was unwilling to withdraw the lawsuit, and once when Cheng Ying came to their house, they threw him out with his money.

Cheng Ying has thought of every possible solution and has tried his best.

But there is still no progress.

……

That day, there was no trace of sunset glow on the horizon.

The pedestrians on the road were walking hurriedly, all of them eager to get home quickly.

There was only one person walking slowly, his steps somewhat hesitantly, and he patted his clothes from time to time.

He pulled out his cell phone and checked the time.

7 points.

He was too late after all.

……

All the dishes on the table were Cheng Ying's favorites. Jingzhi heated them up twice before there was a movement at the door.

As soon as Cheng Ying entered the door, he immediately turned his back and placed the muddy bag on the cabinet next to the entrance.

After taking off his shoes, he lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to take a shower first," and then walked straight to the bathroom.

Jingzhi stood up from the dining table, glanced at the bags, and then looked at his back.

There were two shallow muddy footprints on the back of Cheng Ying's light blue jeans.

There were a few threads hanging out of the elbows of his suit jacket, as if it had been rubbed against something rough.

He walked a little fast, as if he was hiding something.

Jingzhi felt something was wrong. Although Cheng Ying had no time to shave, his clothes were always kept very clean. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a mysophobe.

She frowned and hurried after him.

Hearing her footsteps, Cheng Ying took two quick steps, turned around and hid behind the door.

Just as the door was closed to a crack, her hand reached in and grabbed the door frame.

"If you have the guts, go ahead and break my fingers."

Cheng Ying said nothing. He pursed his lips tightly, raised his right hand and gently bent her fingers.

The door was pressed against his foot. Jingzhi was afraid that if she pressed too hard, the glass would break and hurt him, so she didn't force him. She just sighed, looked at his figure hiding at the door, and asked:

"Aying, I hope you won't hide it from me."

"Have you... been bullied?"

He pried open the slender fingers of her hand, but immediately retracted them when he heard these words.

The bathroom was quiet.

He didn't even want to write a note and slip it out.

Jingzhi used her foot to press against the crack in the door, withdrew her hand, gently twisted her fingers, and then brought it to her nose and sniffed it gently.

There was a smell of earth and a faint smell of blood.

he got hurt? !

She no longer hesitated, and while he was alone and depressed, she turned into a little white cat and slipped in through the crack of the door.

Cheng Ying was not as fast as her. When he saw a flash of white rushing in, he subconsciously wanted to close the door.

When he saw a long, thin cat's tail stuck in the crack of the door, he was reluctant to use force.

So he left the door ajar, bent down to turn on the faucet, pretended nothing had happened, and washed his face with the water.

The mirror reflected half of his head and her figure.

Jingzhi looked at the slap mark on the side of his face that he couldn't hide no matter how hard he tried, and her eyes immediately turned red.

"Don't wash it!"

"Do you think this mark can be washed off with water?"

The faucet was running, and Cheng Ying was half-bending over, with his hands resting on the washbasin, refusing to turn his face to let her see.

She wiped the tears from her face, put her hand on the back of his collar, and helped him take off his slightly dirty coat.

As a former civil servant, she couldn't interfere in this matter against her conscience.

As Lin Wei's younger brother, Cheng Ying would definitely be beaten if she went to Xiao Ma's house. She should have known that.

But seeing it with your own eyes is another matter entirely.

Especially since he was a mute, he kept everything in his heart and never complained to her.

If the slap mark on his face could not be hidden today, he didn't know how long he would have kept it a secret from her.

She gently lifted up Cheng Ying's slightly lowered head. There was a bruise on the left corner of his mouth, and a big red slap mark was swollen on his right cheek.

Just by looking at his pants, you could tell he had been kicked.

The more Jingzhi observed, the more her heart ached. She eagerly unbuttoned his shirt, wanting to see how many wounds he had on his body.

Cheng Ying gently pushed her away, and forced the corner of his mouth to smile at her, but he hissed in pain from the wound he tore.

Jingzhi stretched out her hands and gently placed them on his face, her eyes filled with tears as she advised him:

"Why don't you just not go?"

Cheng Ying paused slightly, then immediately looked away, lowered his eyelashes and dared not look at her.

[The agency is at a loss.]

[Xiao Ma's family is my only chance.]

If I give up, he will die.

Alas, even after dying once, his temperament is still hard to change.

Jingzhi knew clearly that she could not persuade him on this matter.

Jingzhi: "I know you can beat me, and I also know you won't fight back, but won't you run away?"

Cheng Ying remained silent.

The more he ran, the angrier Xiao Ma's family would get.

Lin Wei cannot afford any additional charges.

……

The two of them were deadlocked again.

In the end, Jingzhi was the first to admit defeat.

She unbuttoned his sleeves and gently rolled them up.

The right arm is fine, but the left elbow is probably hit somewhere, with broken skin and bruises, which looks quite serious.

Jingzhi couldn't hold back her tears anymore and hugged his waist while sobbing, "Aying, if you go again, you'll be beaten to death."

"We haven't gotten married yet, and we haven't even had time to buy a ring. Can you please think about me?"

Cheng Ying froze for a few seconds, then slowly hugged her back, his mouth full of silent "I'm sorry."

"I won't wait at home anymore, Aying. If you go out again tomorrow, I'll go with you." She raised her head and gently stroked the bruise at the corner of his mouth, her eyes gradually becoming dim.

Her little mute, even if he was the victim, could not be bullied so unscrupulously.