A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

Before Gu Xiaohan moved to Gu's house, he went back to Zhoujiayuan. Mr. Zhou Lanzhu stood in the yard and pruned the peach tree branches. The autumn branches were already bare and fell to the ground. Looking from a distance, they looked like a pile of black s hair.

"came back?"

Zhou Lanzhu turned his back to Gu Xiaohan, he looked much older, his originally straight back was slightly hooked.

Gu Xiaohan frowned.

"Sir, I'm back."

The two master and apprentice stood in the yard for a long time, the gardening scissors in Zhou Lanzhu's hands rattled, and Gu Xiaohan followed behind, quietly waiting for the master's reply.

Zhou Lanzhu sighed: "You have your own plans since you were a child."

Gu Xiaohan lifted up his robe and knelt on the green brick floor. Zhou Lanzhu happened to turn around when he knelt down, and without stopping, he just handed the scissors to the servant beside him.

"Disciple Gu Xiaohan is not filial." Gu Xiaohan bent down and kowtowed to Zhou Lanzhu. There was a crisp sound on the bluestone brick, and Zhou Lanzhu went to pull him. When Gu Xiaohan got up, there was a gash on his forehead, oozing blood.

Zhou Lanzhu sighed again, and couldn't bear to see the child he raised since he was a child become like this now.

"I changed your name when I was a child, but you didn't want to. You didn't want to sing." Zhou Lanzhu smiled wryly, "I think this kid is obviously talented and proud, and I don't want to leave you behind. One day you'll figure it out."

"The day your mother left, you cried and told me that you wanted to learn how to sing from me. I asked you why, but you said that you wanted to sing in Yandu City, avenge your mother, and take back everything you lost."

"I knew at the time that you child has nothing to do with Beijing opera, and you have your own way to go, so when Zhuhai asked me why I was so kind to you, I told him that you are different from him. In terms of respect, he is inferior to you, but in terms of living, you are inferior to him."

Zhou Lanzhu shook his head, as if it was ridiculous for him to bring up these old things, he paused slightly: "I was very happy when Zhuhai said that you have someone you like, at least this child has finally lived a little human."

Gu Xiaohan was taken aback, Feng Ye's smiling face appeared in his mind, he bit his lower lip and shook his head: "Master, my belief will never change."

"I know." Zhou Zhuhai patted Gu Xiaohan on the shoulder, "You don't have to always criticize yourself."

"I……"

Zhou Lanzhu said: "You like that child, right?"

Gu Xiaohan lowered his eyes slightly, half of his delicate peach blossom eyes were closed, his eyes looked dark and thick, and he couldn't see the emotions clearly. The blood on his forehead was dried and solidified into dark red spots, which appeared on his handsome face. Leaves a shadow on it.

"I do not know."

As soon as he closed his eyes, there was Feng Ye's sly expression. When he approached Suo for a kiss, the sweet smell in his hair turned into a fascinating honey, lingering on his lips.

In fact, he had seen Feng Ye before, in a photo, Feng Ye and Gu Chongli were standing together, like friends.

He admitted his badness and approached him thinking that Fengye and Gu Chongli were friends. He initially wanted to use Fengye.

But when did it change?

Gu Xiaohan recalled, maybe it was because of the unexpected kiss in the dressing room backstage, or the drunken confession in the restaurant?

He fell into the trap of intimacy, and almost forgot what he was going to do.

Is this like it?

Gu Xiaohan has never liked anyone, so he doesn't know.

Zhou Lanzhu shook his head, turned around and waved to Gu Xiaohan, not looking at him, "You go, if you go, you are not from the Zhoujiayuan, you are Gu Xiaohan, the young master of the Gu family."

Gu Xiaohan gritted his teeth tightly, knelt heavily on the ground and kowtowed again, the brocade sash that tied his hair was suddenly snapped, and a black silk was scattered around his waist, like nephrite, falling into a deep black.

Dots of red plums bloom on the bluestone bricks, the two colors intersect, and gather into depressions in the uneven depressions, with a dark light of a layer of moss floating.

Gu Xiaohan seemed to feel no pain, and thumped his head three more times, each time slowly but hard, Zhou Lanzhu couldn't bear it, and raised his leg to leave.

Gu Xiaohan was kneeling in the yard, the inner room was a black mess, as if he had eaten all the light of the day and blue sky, after Mr. Zhou walked in, the servant opened the window for him, only then did the faint light leak in .

He closed his eyes with a little relief, and there was thin water hitting his face, and it was raining.

"Let's go." A faint voice came from the room, as if stuffed in an iron can, "Xiaohan, don't regret the decision you made today."

The autumn rain fell in a patter, and the sky was very low. It hit the pile of pruned peach tree branches, splashing transparent flower buds, as if growing on dead branches, desolate and absurd.

Gu Xiaohan nodded, stood up and said goodbye to Mr. Zhou. A servant offered him an umbrella, but he shook his head and refused, and walked out of Zhou's home in the rain.

Feng Ye waited for a long time in the carriage at the intersection of the street, until the autumn rain fell, his thick clothes were not yet ready, he huddled up with his hands in his hands, looking forward to it in the cold car.

He frowned suddenly when he saw the expectant figure, and ran out of the car to hold Gu Xiaohan's hand regardless of his coldness, took him to the car, and wiped the water stains on his face with his relatively dry sleeves.

Gu Xiaohan looked pitiful, his face was unbelievably pale, his forehead was still injured, and he looked like a sick beauty, which made Feng Ye a little distressed.

"Is it cold?" Feng Ye took off his coat and wiped his hair. He only had a thin summer shirt on his body, and some collars were wet from the rain, sticking sticky around his neck.

Gu Xiaohan was a little surprised when Feng Ye pulled him into the carriage. He didn't know how long he had been waiting here, but when he saw Feng Ye trembling and looking at him worriedly, Gu Xiaohan recalled the kiss between his lips. The taste of honey is coming.

He laughed to himself, with Feng Ye's coat still covering his head, and he was intoxicated by the unique body fragrance of the young man.

"like."

"Huh?" Feng Ye didn't hear what Gu Xiaohan said, and looked up at him suspiciously.

Those peach blossom-like pupils hooked upwards, Gu Xiaohan was smiling, the blackness of his eyes was brighter than the most precious black pearls on the bottom of the sea, as if he was about to drown him in them.

Lips were imprinted when his nose was mixed, Gu Xiaohan moved gently, as if he was picking up the most delicate flower in the world, his robe was soaked by the rain, Feng Ye closed his eyes, in the cold wind gradually At the end of autumn, I felt the other party's body temperature pass through the wet cloth, and it was hotly attached to the throbbing chest.

At that moment, Feng Ye seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear——

"Colonel Feng, don't move, I'll warm you up."

Feng Ye suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Gu Xiaohan's gentle comfort, his warm palm tightly holding his, warming the cold young master, it was just his auditory hallucination.

Whose voice is this?

Feng Ye buried his head in Gu Xiaohan's shoulder, his expression was covered in darkness.

Gu Xiaohan was sensitive to the subtle changes in the mood of the person in his arms, and comforted him with his hands along his back, thinking that he was cold, "I'm holding you."

Feng Ye nodded, and found that rubbing against other people's chest like this seemed a little coquettish, so he hummed the word "um" in his nasal cavity.

He raised his head, touched Gu Xiaohan's head, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Gu Xiaohan grabbed Feng Ye's hand, "It won't hurt if you touch it again."

Feng Ye scolded in a low voice: "Bastard." He still raised his hand to rub the top of Gu Xiaohan's hair, like brushing the fur of a large dog.

"You go back to be your Young Master Gu, what should I do?" Feng Ye joked, "I'm still homeless because of you, so pitiful."

Gu Xiaohan said: "Then I will support you."

"You don't even have any money now." Feng Ye laughed, choking him with his original words, "My Young Master Feng is delicate and expensive, and it's not something ordinary people can afford."

"There will be, and there will be soon." Gu Xiaohan's eyes flashed coldly, "Feng Ye, I will take you to meet someone."

Remember the back alleys of East Street?

In the salon run by Feng Rui, Feng Ye learned about all the sex business in the underground industrial street in the back alley.

Therefore, when Gu Xiaohan asked the driver to park the car in front of a simple store in the back alley of the East Street, Feng Ye felt uneasy.

#Help: What should I do if my boyfriend wants to take me to a brothel? !#

But Feng Ye's worries didn't last long. Gu Xiaohan opened the curtain, and there was a middle-aged woman sitting inside, who was stepping on the sewing machine. The fabric in her hand was as smooth as water, flowing through her fingertips, so cleverly that it was even connected to the street. together.

"mother."

Gu Xiaohan yelled, but the woman behind the sewing machine ignored it at first, and only looked up when the fabric in her hand was half sewn.Only then did Feng Ye see her face, which was very similar to Gu Xiaohan's, especially those upturned eyes, which were as handsome as jade on Gu Xiaohan's body, and full of charm on a woman's face.

The middle-aged woman frowned slightly and corrected:

"Qin Yu."

Gu Xiaohan didn't care what the woman asked him to call him, and introduced to Feng Ye on his own: "This is my mother."

Feng Ye was surprised, isn't Gu Xiaohan's mother named Qin Xiuzhi?

001 came out in time to answer: "The word Yu is her boudoir name. Gu Xiaohan's grandfather called his daughter Ayu at home. Ever since the Qin family's ancestral house was sold and Qin Xiuzhi lived on the street, he has always called himself Qin Yu."

Feng Ye found out that there was another reason behind it, and even looked at Qin Xiuzhi with soft eyes.

Gu Xiaohan said to Qin Yu: "Mother, this is the person I like, Feng Ye."

Feng Ye glanced at him in surprise.

Come out immediately after meeting, as expected of Gu Xiaohan!

Qin Xiuzhi glanced at Feng Ye, and smiled slightly, with kindness in her eyes. Although she had suffered in the world for many years, she still carried the demeanor of a scholarly family with her demeanor raised since she was a child.

Qin Xiuzhi put down the fabric in her hands, looked at Feng Ye carefully, with a clear look of satisfaction in her eyes, then turned her head and said to Gu Xiaohan, "Your lover, why introduce me?"

Gu Xiaohan seemed to be accustomed to his mother's face changing, and pulled Feng Ye to sit down.

Qin Xiuzhi snorted, and said to Feng Ye, "Just call me Qin Yu."

Naturally, Qin Yu couldn't be called that, nor could it be called Qin Xiuzhi, Feng Ye glanced at Gu Xiaohan, he didn't seem to care about it.

The corner of Feng Ye's mouth twitched into a cute smile: "Mother."

Qin Xiuzhi: "..."

Gu Xiaohan laughed, rubbed Feng Ye's head, seemed very satisfied with his address, he was indeed the one he liked.

Gu Xiaohan brought Feng Ye here, and told Qin Xiuzhi everything, including his life experience and his revenge plan.

Qin Xiuzhi didn't respond, but the sound of stepping on the sewing machine became faster and faster, and finally cursed, "What are you talking to others? Do you want others to suffer with you?"

Gu Xiaohan said: "You don't admit that you are my mother, so why bother?"

Qin Xiuzhi was choked with anger, angrily put away the half-packed clothes, pulled the curtain and went to the inner room, and said as she walked, "Next time you come to disturb my business, I will charge you money."

Gu Xiaohan said to Feng Ye that his mother disappeared when he was six years old. When he found her in Yandu City, he refused to recognize him at all. He said, "I know, when Mother left, she didn't want to be gossiped...she put I stay at Mr. Zhou's house, just want me to live well, have a bite to eat, and not suffer with her."

Before the words fell, there was another sound of throwing something in the room.

Gu Xiaohan smiled and said: "Mother, he has never been like this before. She seems very happy that I brought you here."

Feng Ye knew this a long time ago, but it was just the background of the world he read. Facing the dry data transmission, it is difficult to empathize with him, but when Gu Xiaohan confides his thoughts to him word by word, Feng Ye Only then did I truly perceive how much suffering was mixed in between.

He held Gu Xiaohan's hand, but there was no sympathy or pity in his eyes: "I will help you."

"As long as you need, I will give you everything."