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Qi Sen's eyes were dazzled by the dazzling light. The boy stood not far from him, quietly holding the pistol in his hand. He raised his eyes to look at the curtain, as if exhaling a long breath.

Wenyu gestured to them, the music started, and the drama they were rehearsing was about to begin.

"Sangsang, you said, in this world, besides me, who would be so eye-catching and stand out from the crowd?"

"That is, you are the thinnest and most famous sad-faced knight in the world."

"..."

Qi Sen looked at Yu Minglang's white side face, watched his movements, watched him play against each other, watched him shake his cape, and watched him wield his spear.

It was too hot to be covered in such a casing, and he suddenly felt a little parched, mixed with the heating, sweat dripped down his forehead, and flowed into his eyes.

"Qisen, Qisen?"

Someone was calling him, the voice was not loud, but his eyes were fascinated by sweat, and he couldn't open them due to the pain. Occasionally, when he opened them, there was only white light in front of his eyes.

"Chissen..."

"Move your windmill leaves!"

He suddenly realized that it was the scene, the place where Don Quixote was blown down by the huge windmill, he was the windmill, and he was about to shake the leaves of the windmill.

He squinted his eyes and touched the hard paper shell.

At the end of the episode, Qi Sen sat in the auditorium, the huge windmill hood was thrown aside, he wiped his eyes with a tissue, and listened to Wenyu's slightly angry question.

"Qisen, what were you doing just now?"

"Although it was just a small incident just now, if something goes wrong on stage, it may affect the state of the leading actor..."

Qi Sen looked very strange. He sat there without saying a word, and without even turning his pupils, he put the tissue on his eyelids and looked at the chandelier on the top, as if in a daze.

Wenyu opened her eyes wide and blushed: "Qisen, did you listen to me?"

"That, entertainment."

Hearing someone's voice, Qi Sen moved his fingers. He looked sideways slightly, looking against the light at the young man standing next to him.

This voice, which appeared next to his ear on the stage just now, called his name.

His eyes blinked, and Yu Minglang's face was reflected.

Yu Minglang patted Wenyu on the shoulder: "Sweat has flowed into his eyes, he made a mistake just now, you go over there first, I'll help him fix it."

Wenyu: "Then help him with it, I'll go there first."

He didn't sit down until Wenyu's chubby body walked away, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand, he unscrewed the lid, took the white paper from Qi Sen's hand, soaked it in water and handed it to him: "You cover it one time."

The fingertips of the two touched and then separated a moment later, leaving a residual warmth.

Qi Sen's throat moved: "Thank you."

Yu Minglang hummed and put the water aside.

Only the shallow breathing of the two remained in his ears, and Qi Sen suddenly said, "She's really noisy."

That she refers to entertainment, Yu Minglang smiled, Qi Sen turned his head to look at his smiling face, the distance between the two was not far, even the fluff on his face could be clearly seen.

He looks handsome and handsome, with a sense of nobility all over his body, even his smile is cool, like the frost and fog in early winter.

Qi Sen frowned, and suddenly felt that the young man in front of him was a bit difficult to understand. The closer he got to this man, the more he felt that he was not as innocent and harmless as he saw later. He felt that Yu Minglang at this moment was different from that day outside the coffee shop. Yu Minglang looks like the real him.

First time meeting?Qi Sen pressed his fingers slightly, and the water stains condensed into transparent drops and flowed out from his fingers, moistening the bridge of his nose. He always felt that that time next to the basketball court was not the first time the two met. He remembered that day It was very clear that it was a bright afternoon, and the afterglow shone directly on the ground, shining golden, as if floating lights were beating.

Qi Sen saw Yu Minglang, standing beside the basketball net. As early as when the girl approached him, Qi Sen saw him. He has an overhanging figure, which easily attracts the eyes of passers-by. No one who sees it will forget it.

It was a stunning and distracting side face, but these reasons were not enough to make Qi Sen stare at him all the time, Qi Sen stared at his side face in a daze, thinking, who is this person?He seems to have seen it somewhere, somewhere, this face flashed by, and he can be sure that it is not in the school.

"Have we met before?"

Qi Sen pursed his lips and asked him.

A smile broke out on Yu Minglang's face: "Yes, we have met."

Qi Sen was slightly surprised, he was actually a little excited, but before all the emotions had time to emerge, they were strangled in the cradle again.

I saw Yu Minglang earnestly snapped his fingers, and said, "Beside the stadium, inside the Yu family's house, there is... a bar."

After he finished speaking, he blinked ambiguously, a little playfully.

Qi Sen looked at him, licked his dry lips after a while, he lowered his head, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He hugged the hood, his nose fluttered, and the expression on his face was the same as before: "I'll go and return the things."

He stood up, tall, just blocked a piece of light in Yu Minglang's sight, covering him in the shadow.

Yu Minglang's fingers squeezed the plastic bottle with a "crack" sound: "Okay."

I'm waiting for you.But he still didn't say it in the end, because he knew that Qi Sen would not come back after he paid it off.

Not far from the two of them, it was tightly blocked by a heavy curtain, and it was in darkness. A pair of tender white hands were tightly clutching the dark red cloth, with bulging veins, and a pair of big eyes with hatred and fanaticism.

Someone called: "Qi Ke, come here."

The hands loosened slowly, and the fabric fell down.

"coming."

After a few "dongdong" footsteps disappeared, there was no more movement there, only slightly shaking cloth and darkness.

Downstairs in Building C3 of Haitian Garden, three black cars were parked. Although there were not many of them, they were lined up. In front of each car stood a man in a black suit wearing sunglasses. These men were tall and muscular. If you want to spread your clothes, how can you not be eye-catching.

The grandma next to her went downstairs with the puppy in her arms. She jumped because of this posture, and the small bag in her hand fell to the ground. She trembled and was about to bend down when she saw one of the strong men walking towards her. With a fierce face, the terrified grandma didn't dare to move for a moment, but she didn't expect that the strong man bent down in front of her, picked up the small bag on the ground and handed it to her: "Grandma, your bag."

The burly man looked respectful and serious, holding a small floral bag in his big hand, and the grandma stretched out her hand tremblingly: "Thank you, thank you."

Just after thanking him, someone shouted over there: "Ah Hu, come here."

The strong man then turned and left.

I saw someone coming down from upstairs, a man in a suit and leather shoes, and knocked on the window of the car in the middle.

The window of the back seat lowered slowly, revealing an indifferent and majestic face, with a few silver threads sandwiched between his temples, like the inconspicuous fine lines at the corners of his eyes, bearing the traces of time.Wang Xiping wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and said with some embarrassment: "This...Mr. Yu, I've tried to persuade you, but it's useless. The man said, I want to see you anyway. one side."

Yu Zhengyan's side face was resolute, and he frowned slightly, his face seemed a little displeased, Wang Xiping made it even more difficult, the one on the top was dying, hanging on to see Mr. Yu, if Yu Zhengyan didn't go up again, It's about to kill someone!

After a while, I saw the car window slowly go up, blocking Yu Zhengyan's face, and only heard him say from the gap: "If he wants to die, let him die."

The driver got the order and started the car slowly. The two cars in front drove away, leaving only the one behind. Wang Xiping jumped anxiously.

He stomped his feet on the spot and kept shouting, "What is this? What is this!"

He yelled for a long time, and finally looked at the upstairs window helplessly, that's all, this time the matter was caused by the ancestor himself, and he couldn't control it. He's just someone who can't get on the stage, but he is so bold that he actually tells Mr. Yu that the young master... the young master is gay!

How stupid he is, he is afraid of being abandoned by Yu Zhengyan to say such stupid things, let alone whether this is true, even if the son is gay, the father also likes boys, and what can be changed, but It's just a pet. Xiao thinks too much, so he can't keep anything, can't keep anything. It's better for such a stupid person to leave Mr. Yu sooner. Wang Xiping sighed for a long time. There are too many examples, always like this, something will always happen.

Just as Wang Xiping was about to go upstairs, before he went up a few floors, he felt a vibration in his pocket. The caller ID was Mr. Yu. He felt a headache. After connecting, he put the phone to his ear. , Yu Zhengyan's calm voice came from the microphone: "Go and tie him up, find some people to watch, and bandage the wound well."

Wang Xiping: "Then... over there at the school?"

"Please take a leave from the school and find someone to talk to the teacher."

Wang Xiping frowned: "Then his studies..."

A sneer came from the other side: "I, Yu Zhengyan, have money to pay for him to study. I will pay for him to study for as many years as he wants in the third year of high school. Doesn't he want to spend time with me? I will accompany him. Don't worry, I I said in front of so many people that I will support him until he graduates from college."

"I gave him a choice. He was obsessed with wanting to jump into the pit of fire. Who can blame him?"

Wang Xiping's hand holding the phone froze, and the other party hung up after a few seconds, who could blame it?They are all made by themselves.

When he stepped into the room, he could still hear the boy's weeping, making him want to love him a lot.

He walked over and saw the young man nestled at the foot of the bed, with blood dripping from his hands all over the floor, which was a little shocking, because his lips were blue and white due to excessive blood loss.

The thin lips moved, only to hear him say: "What about him?"

Those eyes were red and swollen from crying, matching his current appearance, so pitiful, Wang Xiping couldn't bear it, but he just turned his head and said to the people behind, "Tie him up."

The boy was taken aback for a moment, his eyes were a little unbelievable, his pale lips trembled slightly: "What did you say?"

Two strong men in black walked in front of him and held his hands. Only then did the boy realize that he began to struggle crazily: "Let go, let me go!"

"You let me go!"

The voice trembled, fragmented, on the verge of collapse.

He was thin and thin, but he was no match for two strong men.

"Let me go, let me go! I want to see him! I want to see him!"

The boy screamed, with tears in his eyes streaming down his face, but he could only be dragged away passively.

Wang Xiping looked at all this with cold eyes, and he said calmly, "Sir, let me pass on a word to you. This life belongs to you, not his. There is nothing you can do to spoil him."

"If you want to die, die."

When the words fell to the ground, the young man who was still struggling crazily stopped suddenly, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Wang Xiping smiled: "Mr. Zheng, when you have made up your mind and let us know, we will let you go. You have to study as usual. Mr. Yu will keep you studying until you graduate from university. If you want to further study, Mr. Yu will also will provide for you."

"With so many choices, why hang yourself on a tree."

He turned and left. There was still silence when he stepped out. A moment later, there was a desperate cry. Wang Xiping couldn't hear what it was called.

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