After snatching the old Gong five heads

Circle of Scourge ([-])

As soon as Nan Jue arrived at the club, he almost rushed through the corridor of the training room and slammed open the door of the dormitory with a "bang".

The room was pitch black.

It was clearly an afternoon at the end of spring, the sun outside the window was warm and bright, but the eyes were cold and dimly pitch black.

Suppressing the astringency stuck in his throat, Nan Jue slowed down, stepped on the floor very lightly, and reached out to press the ceiling light switch by the door.

With a "pop", the room was instantly transparent.

Almost subconsciously, Nan Jue's gaze stopped at the direction where Qi Qi's bed was placed.

empty.

Nothing but crumpled sheets and his phone.

Nan Jue panicked for a moment, his eyes quickly scanned the entire room.

nobody.

As if something was shattered in his chest, Nan Jue bit his lips tightly and rushed out of the room.

The body only ran a few steps forward, Nan Jue was stunned in vain, his eyes were swollen, and he turned around and rushed back to the room again.

He rushed to the bathroom very quickly.

The light was not turned on, there was only a bathroom with a small square ventilation window, and the corner of the shower room was full of shadows, and he just huddled there motionless.

Head buried, can not see the expression.

The body is shaking.

It was the first time that Nan Jue hated his eyesight, which was praised so much, and the violent sound of thumping in his chest almost shattered his eardrum.

He took a step forward, and the moment the footsteps sounded, the person hiding in the shadows shrank instinctively.

Nan Jue bit his lip tightly, opened the glass door of the shower room, this time without any further pause, walked quickly to Qi Qi and squatted down.

His voice slowed down, and he called out in a low voice: "Qi Qi."

Qi Qi didn't move, the hands holding his arms subconsciously tightened them tightly, drawing deep creases on the clothes on his body.

Nan Jue couldn't bear to close his eyes, opened them again, bit his tongue hard with his teeth, and the moment the bloody smell filled his mouth, a deep and hoarse voice escaped from his throat.

"How long are you going to escape?"

"Tell me, how long will you escape?"

He knew that the person in front of him must be in pain, but there was nothing he could do. Apart from accompanying him in pain, he could only peel off his seemingly intact skin bit by bit, and cut off the carrion.

Only in this way.

New meat can grow back slowly.

He stretched out his hand and pressed Qi Qi's shoulder, holding the salty taste in his mouth, and said word by word: "Do you know why God Yu saved you?"

Qi Qi trembled all over, and raised his head in a daze.

"You don't know." Nan Jue suppressed the pain in his eyes with cold eyes, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Because it's you."

because.

You are so important to him.

Qi Qi's eyes were empty, and his dove-gray pupils did not have a trace of luster. He shook his head mechanically, "You don't know, if I can, the person I would rather die is me."

The desolate voice was full of disappointment: "But my mother said that my life was bought by my little uncle, and I can't control its life and death casually."

The person buried in the shadows opened his lips: "Have you ever seen death with your own eyes? I have."

"It was very late that day, it was raining, and two lights on the side of the road were broken. I was sitting on the ground, and the car rubbed my hand and ran directly on top of him, and I watched the wheel roll over his hand with my own eyes. ..."

"Those hands are so precious." The young man with a dazed expression had tears on his face.

"The doctor said I only had minor abrasions, but for two years I couldn't move my hands, they were broken."

"Qi Qi..." Nan Jue's eyes were slightly wet, and he couldn't help pressing the person in front of him into his arms anymore. With great strength, Qi Qi only struggled for a moment before calming down.

Carried him out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed.

Qi Qi struggled again, Nan Jue hugged his body tightly, hugged him and lay down, wrapped his long arms around the back of his neck, and pressed his head tightly against his chest.

With a low hoarse voice, he comforted: "Sleep for a while."

He couldn't tell him lightly like a bystander, all of this is over, some pain goes deep into the bone marrow, even if the surface is intact, it is barren when opened.

How can others understand the pain.

Qi Qi is really tired, even if he doesn't feel sleepy at all, his body has reached its limit.

His slightly cold body was tightly pressed against his strong and broad chest, and the sound of a strong heartbeat, with the heat flowing in his blood, permeated his body little by little.

The sleepiness was like the warmth touching the skin, slowly enveloping him.

Hearing the gradual and steady breathing in his chest, Nan Jue exhaled lightly. He didn't dare to move, but adjusted his posture slightly, pulled up the quilt thrown to his feet, and covered him.

The single bed was very small.

Outside the window is the warm afternoon light, and through the slits of the curtains, a faint light penetrates into the dim room.

A small beam of light was extraordinarily bright.

……

Qi Qi slept very deeply this time, sleeping from the afternoon until the dawn of the next day.

He opened his eyes, and only slightly moved the hand that was pressed on his chest. He didn't let go of him all night, and suddenly patted his back a few times, and murmured in a low and hoarse voice: "I'll take you How about going to see him?"

Qi Qi didn't speak, his body trembled slightly, and after a long time, he finally said "hmm".

Walking on the steps of the Shenyuan cemetery, Nan Jue glanced sideways at the young man in a black windbreaker beside him, and vaguely recalled that encounter not long ago.

It was also such a gloomy day, they passed by here, and the eyes of the people around them were hiding the pain that shouldn't be felt at this age.

The two stood in front of Qi Yu's tombstone, bent down and put down the white rose in their hands.

Nan Jue stretched out his hand to stroke the messy curly hair on the forehead of the young man beside him, and sat beside the tombstone holding his hand, his voice was a little hoarse: "I have a sister who died of illness when she was young."

"I was 10 years old at the time, and my memory was very good. I remember everything about her. From a fat face to a thin one with only bones left, it took two years for the process of slowly dying."

Qi Qi turned his head sideways, with a wave in his eyes.

"My sister is in a lot of pain. Every time after the treatment, she will cry and say that her body is in pain. But every time after crying, she will always tell me, Xiao Nan, you are my sister's knight. You must take my A happiness that lasts forever. She said, when I'm not around, please protect my parents for me..."

"If one day, when you find someone you want to protect, you must work hard to do it..."

"But in the end I couldn't protect her well."

"Because of her death, I became the kind of person she least liked, and I was not happy at all."

"Am I worthy to be her knight like this?"

Not worthy at all.

"So what about you?"

"I..." Qi Qi was at a loss.

"You are even more unworthy." Nan Jue narrowed his eyes, "You owe him too much."

"What kind of person does he want you to be? Have you achieved it?" Nan Jue looked at the tombstones lined up under the gloomy sky, with a vague look in his eyes.

Qi Qi shook his head in a daze, he didn't, he even gave up that road.

Nan Jue nodded knowingly, "We are quite alike, we have become the most dishonest people."

"However, I'm better than you. At least I don't have too much debt. And you, because of you, almost buried the entire Miracle Club. Do you know how many people ruined their dreams at that time?"

"You sure don't know."

"My twins and I used to have the biggest goal of entering the Miracle Team. As a result, the youth training camp was disbanded. In the past three years, there are too many people like the two brothers who have not played an official game, and most of them have left now. this circle."

"You owe too much."

Qi Qi lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

"What's the use of being sorry? What you should do is not to apologize, but to let the miracle start again."

It is their dreams that should be compensated, as well as your own dreams.

"I... can I?" Qi Qi looked worried, but he was not worthy at all.

"Don't ask me, ask him." Nan Jue pointed to the photo of the man on the tombstone.

Qi Qi heard the sound, stared blankly at Qi Yu's photo, and knelt quietly in front of him.

Everyone has their own pain, these memories will not become blurred because of time, even if every thought of it is extremely painful, it is better than letting it rot in the heart and deliberately avoiding it.

……

After returning from the cemetery, Nan Jue didn't take Qi Qi to the club, but drove all the way to the main residence of Qi's family.

Following Nan Jue into the main house, the first thing Qi Qi saw was his grandparents sitting on the sofa in the main hall and watching TV with a smile. He yelled a little, but saw his grandma waving at him, and said with a smile: "Your second aunt is waiting for you upstairs, hurry up." Then, she nodded to Nan Jue who was standing beside her, and said nothing more.

Qi Qi froze for a moment, turned his head to look at Nan Jue, his cold fingers were suddenly held by a big warm hand, Nan Jue calmly pulled him up, and walked up the wooden stairs step by step.

After sending Qi Qi to Qi Yu's room all the way, Nan Jue reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "Go in."

Looking at the young man in front of him, he nodded blankly, then turned and walked into the room. Nan Jue's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and he let out a long sigh.

"Master Nan, the young master and madam are waiting for you in the study." Before he could relax for a moment, the butler of the Qi family had appeared beside Nan Jue at some point.

Following the butler into the study, Qi's father and mother, who were supposed to be tens of thousands of kilometers away, were sitting on the sofa chair in the study with an uneasy expression.

As soon as she saw Nan Jue coming in, Ellie stood up from the sofa and asked in a panic in her unproficient Chinese: "How is Qi Qi?"

Nan Jue bowed slightly to her, looked calmly at Shang Qi's father and mother Qi's uneasy eyes, and opened his lips: "I have entered the room."

Qi Yi secretly let out a breath, and then he came back to his senses, and said to Nan Jue: "Sit down."

It was the first time I met my parents, but I didn't expect it to be in such a situation, Nan Jue secretly laughed at himself in his heart.

Although he had talked with Qi Qi's parents on the phone a few days ago, when they actually face to face, he, who has always been able to calm down the situation, would feel nervous.

Ai Li sat directly opposite Nan Jue, looked at him carefully for a moment, then turned to look at her husband who didn't want to talk at the moment, with a helpless expression on her face.

Seeing this, Nan Jue didn't have much emotion in his eyes, but his heart tightened involuntarily.

He knew how difficult the road ahead was, but no matter how difficult it was, he had to go on.

"Nan Jue." Ellie opened her mouth, pondered the words for a moment, and then slowly said: "Thank you for taking care of Qi Qi, he has not been happy these years, but this year seems to be happier, I think it should be because he knows Qi Qi." It seems that you are his very important friend."

Nan Jue pursed his lips lightly, wanting to say something, my ambition is not just a very important friend.Unfortunately, now is not the time.

Ellie seemed to know what he was thinking, with a faint smile on her face: "Actually, we don't object to you being together..."

Nan Jue raised his eyes suddenly, but heard: "Playing games."

"........."

"We don't really want to limit his future. As long as he likes and loves him, we will support him. We just hope that you can take care of him more and teach him what he should learn."

"In the past three years, we have hired many psychiatrists, but none of them had much effect. In the next year, his father and I put down our work and stayed with him for a whole year. Then I understood, probably Only those who are close to him can slowly pull him out of hell..."

In Qi Yu's room.

Yu Qing smiled slightly and said to the stupefied young man in front of him: "Your uncle and I have had a telepathic connection since we were young, you don't know about this, do you?"

Qi Yu and Yu Qing are twins, although Yu Qing lived with her mother in Yongning City since she was a child, and may not see Qi Yu for a year, but the relationship between them has never been broken.

Qi Qi's eyes suddenly lit up, and Yu Qing continued: "Although it is a bit unbelievable, but I have a secret to tell you, he is still alive, in another world."

Life may be hard, but at least being alive is a miracle.

Hearing Yu Qing's words, the corners of Qi Qi's brightened eyes darkened again, he is not a child, he can understand such comforting words.

Yu Qing got up, raised her hand and patted the little guy sitting in front of her, suddenly there was a mirror wrapped with complicated patterns on her empty hand, and her tone was still relaxed: "Have you seen Harry Potter? Here, Let me show you."

A retro oval vanity mirror, the edge of the mirror is carved with silver, the mirror surface is clean and bright, Qi Qi looks at himself in the mirror, from clear to blurred, and finally disappears, a trace of astonishment flashes across his delicate little face.

Until he saw the picture gradually emerging in the mirror, his breathing stopped suddenly, his dove-gray eyes stared at the mirror without blinking, and his heart beat like a drum.

After a while, the picture in the mirror gradually faded, and he appeared again sitting on the chair in the room at the moment.

Qi Qi raised his eyes to look at Yu Qing, opened his mouth silently, and wanted to say something, but his mind was in a mess.

A barely audible voice overflowed his lips and teeth: "It is...really."

The low, juvenile voice, even though it was a little hoarse, was still as clean as before, with a hint of joy in it, not obvious, but enough.

The gloomy sky outside the window gradually cleared up.