The heartthrob really didn't fish

Xu Hanchi didn't come back with Song Jiabao, but he could guess that Song Jiabao must have returned home.

He also drove back to City C, and waited all afternoon at the surface parking lot near Song's house, and finally waited until Song Jiabao came out, but Qin Feihe was by his side.

Qin Feihe has changed a lot, not just in terms of appearance, but a complete change from the inside out.

Xu Hanchi and Qin Feihe only met once, that is, the day they first met Song Jiabao. Song Jiabao heard that Qin Feihe was blocked in an alley, so he ran away in a hurry, and Xu Hanchi actually followed behind.

At that time, Qin Feihe was not only thin physically, but also mentally. When Song Jiabao protected him, Xu Hanchi saw a heavy and hopeless sense of powerlessness in his eyes.

Unlike now, his eyes are full of calculating self-confidence and restraint.

From this moment, Xu Hanchi knew that this matter might not end so easily.

Song Jiabao didn't know that Xu Hanchi had appeared behind him. He ate half of a cold noodle and stopped his chopsticks. Qin Feihe ate the rest without hesitation. Song Jiabao didn't bother to stop him, his mind was full of It was what Tang Tian and Jiang Yuhe told him.

In any case, it was impossible for him to trust Xu Hanchi wholeheartedly like before.

After eating cold noodles, Song Jiabao and Qin Feihe went shopping in the newly opened Shimao Plaza, and returned home after almost five o'clock.

Qin Mei was already cooking in the kitchen, and when she heard them coming back, she stretched her neck and asked how Qin Feihe was doing, and then told Song Jiabao to think about where to go with Qin Feihe tomorrow.

Song Jiabao came back from vacation to rest, and he didn't come to serve as Qin Feihe's tour guide. Just as he was about to refuse, Qin Mei knew him very well and didn't give him time at all, so she immediately changed the subject: "By the way, there is a courier for you just now, I will send it to you." You put it on the table."

Song Jiabao didn't remember what he bought recently, let alone sent it here.

A bad idea appeared in his mind, and he didn't care about arguing with Qin Mei any more. He walked to the sofa in three steps and picked up the express box on the coffee table.

The moment he saw the sender's information clearly, Song Jiabao's heart went cold.

It turned out to be Li Kailang.

Li Kailang knew how much information he had, and no longer planned to hide Li Kailang's identity. The mailing address was in a remote city, and it was undoubtedly a fake address.

Song Jiabao carried the courier back to the bedroom stiffly, and opened the courier. On the top was a white rose whose top was stained black with ink. The branches and leaves had been trimmed off, giving it a weird and dark aesthetic.

It reminded Song Jiabao of the black earrings on his ears.

Song Jiabao took out the roses, and there was a stack of photos underneath, all of them were without exception, his clothes ranged from clumsy down jackets to light shirts, and the length of time spanned the four seasons of the year, and the locations ranged from work to home, even There are extremely private L photos.

The time Li Kailang watched him was far longer than he had guessed before.

This thought made Song Jiabao's face turn pale, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. It was just a stack of photos, but he felt that it weighed a thousand catties, and he couldn't even do such a simple action as throwing it out.

Song Jiabao kept asking himself, what does this courier mean?How did Li Kailang know that he was home, and how did he know where his home was?

wrong.

Song Jiabao suddenly thought, it wasn't how Li Kailang knew he was home, but...the other party had already guessed that he would be home today, and sent the courier in advance, so he could receive it today.

The comfort and sense of security brought by returning home disappeared in an instant, and Song Jiabao only felt that his body was extremely cold.

No matter where he is, there is no way to escape from Li Kailang.

Where is Li Kailang now, are you still staring at him non-stop, admiring the panic and despair on his face?

"Brother, are you okay?"

Qin Feihe knocked on the door suddenly and asked Song Jiabao.

Song Jiabao snapped back to his senses, hurriedly stuffed everything back into the courier box, and pushed it under the bed.

"What's the matter?" Song Jiabao replied.

"Is there a problem with the express delivery?"

"no problem."

"It's time for dinner."

"I'll be out right now."

After the meal, Song Jiabao was absent-minded, and Qin Mei's attention was mostly on Qin Feihe's side, looking for topics to chat with Qin Feihe.

Most of Qin Feihe's words were short and his tone was very polite, but if he listened too much, it would inevitably give people the illusion of alienation.

Qin Mei looked at the two brothers, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. The relationship between the two was so good before, but it's a pity that her sister...

Thinking of this, Qin Mei recalled the phone call with Qin Lian in the morning, and asked Qin Feihe, "Xiaohe, I called your mother this morning, why doesn't she seem to know about your return?"

Qin Feihe's hands paused, and he put the vegetables he picked up on the plate before saying, "I didn't tell her."

"After all these years, her temperament has not changed at all?"

"Yes." Qin Feihe replied lightly.

Qin Mei's eyes showed a bit of apology, "Don't blame her, she has a strong temper, and with that incident back then, she is a bit extreme in her view of things."

These words unconsciously attracted Song Jiabao's attention. Thinking of Qin Lian, Song Jiabao thought, that's not extreme anymore, it's more appropriate to call it paranoid or crazy.

Song Jiabao, an outsider, couldn't understand Qin Lian, let alone Qin Feihe, a "victim". He didn't answer Qin Mei's words, obviously he meant to blame Qin Lian.

This is a bit beyond Song Jiabao's expectation. In Song Jiabao's memory, Qin Feihe's feelings for Qin Lian should be extremely complicated. He was so depressed at the beginning, not because of Qin Lian's perverted control, but because he felt that he Self-disgust for not being able to meet Qin Lian's requirements.

Rather than blaming Qin Lian, he seemed to be blaming himself.

What the hell happened all these years?What caused him to have this transformation?

Song Jiabao was thinking about it when the doorbell rang suddenly. He and Qin Feihe stiffened their backs almost at the same time. Only Qin Mei was still out of the situation. She stood up with a smile and said, "I'll go see who it is."

"I go."

"I'll go."

In the next second, Song Jiabao and Qin Feihe spoke almost simultaneously.

Song Jiabao glanced at Qin Feihe in surprise, and noticed that Qin Feihe's expression was a little different from usual, and Qin Feihe was also looking at him, as if trying to figure out why he wanted to open the door.

Of course Song Jiabao was going to open the door, and he only received Li Kailang's package in the afternoon. He subconsciously felt that the doorbell still had something to do with Li Kailang.

"I'll go." Song Jiabao said it again, and walked directly to the door.

Qin Feihe sat in his original position, but his gaze followed Song Jiabao all the time.

Song Jiabao only opened the door a crack to prevent any accidents, not expecting to find a face that was completely unexpected outside.

"Little, aunt?"

The person outside the door was Qin Lian who was discussed at the dinner table just now. She has also changed a lot. There is very little flesh on her face, and she looks more angular, especially her pair of slightly sunken eyes, giving people an extremely sharp feeling.

He didn't know if it was Song Jiabao's illusion, but he felt that Qin Lian looked at him with disgust.

"Where's Qin Feihe?" Qin Lian asked coldly.

Before Song Jiabao could answer, Qin Mei, who had heard him call for someone, had already walked over and opened the door completely, "Jiabao, why don't you understand anything? When you see my aunt coming, why don't you invite someone in for a seat?" .”

Qin Lian didn't appreciate it, she looked at Qin Feihe at the dinner table and said, "Let Qin Feihe follow me."

"It's rare to see each other, and it's a big holiday. The children haven't finished their meal yet, what's the rush?" Qin Mei said, going to hold Qin Lian's hand, "Hurry in and sit down, and eat some more."

Qin Lian didn't shake off Qin Mei's hand, but she didn't enter the door either, and said again: "Qin Feihe, follow me."

The current atmosphere was obviously not right, Song Jiabao also looked back at Qin Feihe, and found that Qin Feihe was still maintaining the previous posture, and turned a deaf ear to Qin Lian's words.

Qin Lian frowned slightly, walked to Qin Feihe's side in a few steps on high heels, and grabbed his elbow, "Didn't you hear what I was talking to you? Follow me right away!"

Qin Feihe pushed Qin Lian's hand away, "You shouldn't be here."

"The one who shouldn't come here is you! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, I tell you, it's absolutely impossible! As long as I'm alive, you don't even think about it!"

Qin Feihe turned his head sideways, looking at Qin Lian from bottom to top.

From Song Jiabao's point of view, Qin Lian's body just blocked Qin Feihe, so he couldn't see exactly what Qin Feihe's expression was when he looked at his mother.

But he could see that Qin Lian's back was slightly stiff, and her hand holding the strap was clenched tightly, her knuckles were bluish white.

Qin Mei stepped forward to smooth things over: "We're all a family. If you have something to say, let him stay here for two nights since the child doesn't want to leave. You, too, should have rushed back to the country today. You must be tired. Today is the day." Let's stay together."

Qin Lian turned around and yelled at Qin Mei: "Why live here! The thing I regret the most is that I listened to your words and let Qin Feihe live in your house!"

Qin Mei's face froze slightly, "What are you talking about? You forced the child to commit suicide, and I took him to the wrong house?"

"If it weren't for you, Qin Feihe wouldn't be what he is now, he..."

Qin Feihe interrupted Qin Lian's words: "Auntie, I caused you trouble today, I will take my mother back first, and I will apologize to you tomorrow."

"What are you looking for! I won't allow it! You will follow me back to the UK immediately. I have already bought my ticket, so follow me now!"

Qin Feihe still turned a deaf ear to Qin Lian's words, nodded apologetically to Qin Mei, took another deep look at Song Jiabao, turned and left.

Qin Lian gave Song Jiabao a hard look, and hurriedly caught up with Qin Feihe with her bag in hand.

Song Jiabao looked confused, "Auntie seems to hate me?"

Qin Mei sighed, "Your aunt has become more and more outrageous in the past few years."

"Why is it getting more and more outrageous?"

So, what shameless things has she done before?

"Looking at your appearance today, do you blame me for being too kind to Qin Feihe and ignoring your feelings? Jiabao, it's not that my mother is partial, it's that Xiaohe's life is really hard. You also saw your aunt's virtue Sex, if mom doesn't treat him better, who else will love him?"

"What's wrong with my aunt? Didn't my aunt also go to psychological counseling before?"

"I did it, but it didn't work at all. I was thinking before that I didn't want you to blame your aunt, and Xiaohe asked me not to say it, so I haven't told you about it. But look at your aunt today. Look, I don't need to hide it from you anymore."

Song Jiabao suddenly became a little nervous, what is it... I don't know?

Qin Mei sat down and slowly told Song Jiabao what happened back then:

After Qin Feihe committed suicide, Qin Feihe must have needed psychological treatment. Qin Mei also persuaded Qin Lian to find a psychiatrist for counseling. The situation seemed to be improving little by little, and Qin Lian gradually stopped the treatment. .

At that time, Qin Mei thought that Qin Lian had figured it out, but how could she have thought that she was even more sick, and she just hid her thoughts in her heart.

When Song Jiabao was beaten and hospitalized, Qin Mei had to go to work and take care of Song Jiabao, so she didn't pay much attention to Qin Feihe. When she returned home after going to the hospital to take care of Song Jiabao that night, she only saw the messy living room , Qin Feihe has disappeared.

Qin Mei contacted Qin Lian, only to find out that Qin Lian had taken Qin Feihe away and was about to board a plane to England.

Through Qin Lian's incoherent complaints, Qin Mei realized that Qin Lian had never been better. She watched Qin Feihe's relationship with Song Jiabao get closer and closer, even surpassing her relationship with her. She was so jealous that she went crazy.

In addition, this time Song Jiabao was injured by Qin Feihe, she couldn't take it anymore, so she forcibly took Qin Feihe away.

Listening to Qin Lian's words, Qin Mei felt chills running down her back. Fortunately, Qin Lian could barely listen to her words at that time. After all, it was Qin Feihe who answered her call.

Qin Feihe was concerned about Song Jiabao's body, but the next thing he said was - I hope Qin Mei will not tell Song Jiabao about this.

If Song Jiabao knew that he was forcibly taken away by the crazy Qin Lian, he would definitely miss him all the time, and making Song Jiabao forget him was the last thing he could do for Song Jiabao.

Speaking of this, Qin Mei sighed deeply: "It's not that I don't love you, I only love Qin Feihe. Now that Xiaohe has finally gotten rid of his fucking control, but you still blame him so much, I feel very worried."

Song Jiabao never thought that what happened back then would be like this, he choked for a while and didn't know what to say.

Swallowing all the grievances by himself is indeed Qin Feihe's style.

But he never thought that if he did this, Song Jiabao would not feel sorry for him being taken away by Qin Lian, but if he left without saying a word, it would be enough for Song Jiabao to worry about him for more than ten years.

For so many years, Song Jiabao has never forgotten Qin Feihe, and the back of Qin Feihe walking away silently is always in his dream at midnight.

Qin Mei took Song Jiabao's hand, "Jiabao, listen to Mom's advice, stop blaming Xiaohe, there are only a few decades in your life, and you can't spend the rest of your life in such a daze."

Song Jiabao slowly held Qin Mei's hand, and said in a low voice, "I see..."

In the evening, after struggling for a long time, Song Jiabao took the initiative to call Qin Feihe.

Qin Feihe quickly connected the phone, "Hello?"

The background was not quiet, there was the sound of whimpering wind, but his voice stood out infinitely, a little lonely, and seemed to be easier to disperse than the wind.

Song Jiabao exhaled slowly and asked, "Is there anything else you want to see tomorrow?"

Qin Feihe paused for a moment, then said, "Wild Duck River."

"it is good."

After answering, Song Jiabao suddenly didn't know what to say. She used to be able to ridicule Qin Feihe unscrupulously, but now she suddenly found that the matter she had complained about for many years did not exist at all, and she was speechless for a while.

Qin Feihe said: "Then see you tomorrow."

"Can you come over tomorrow?"

"can."

"Auntie..."

"She's back in England."

"Then... see you tomorrow."

"Good night."

After hanging up the phone, Song Jiabao still felt unreal, and the atmosphere between them was embarrassingly peaceful.

Forget it, don't think about it, let's talk about tomorrow's matter tomorrow.

Song Jiabao threw down his phone, took out the afternoon courier, and looked through all the photos carefully, but there was no clue.

Li Kailang... shouldn't be able to come in, right?

Silent all night.

After spending the night safely, Song Jiabao's heart slowly fell back to his original place after being overwhelmed by Li Kailang's package. Thinking about it too, if he could even open the door of Song's house, it would be a bit too scary.

Qin Feihe rushed over early in the morning, Song Jiabao didn't show any more face to him, Qin Mei knew from Qin Feihe that she took the initiative to call last night, she smiled happily, and rushed the two of them out after breakfast play.

The Wild Duck River is in the suburbs, and it takes an hour by taxi. When they arrived, the sun had already risen to a high altitude, and the river water shone with white light, which was really beautiful.

Fortunately, there was still no sun on the embankment, so Song Jiabao and Qin Feihe walked down the embankment in silence.

In the middle of the embankment, there is a stone step that can go down to the river. The stone step connects the most famous stone bridge of the Wild Duck River. Most people only dare to look at the serpentine "stone road", but dare not walk up it.

Fortunately, neither Song Jiabao nor Qin Feihe belonged to the majority of the people. They walked up one after another and stopped on the stone at the edge of the sun.

Right now the river wind was blowing so hard that Song Jiabao couldn't keep his eyes open.

Song Jiabao turned sideways slightly, saw the small vendors by the river, and asked Qin Feihe on a whim: "Have you ever seen what the wind is like?"

Qin Feihe looked at Song Jiabao and said, "No."

"Wait."

Song Jiabao ran back to the shore and bought a bottle of bubble water from a street stall.

The bubble water here is made very large to attract tourists. This is the largest one he bought. With the handle, it is as long as an adult's arm.

Song Jiabao pulled out the bubble ring and held it up against the wind.

Under the action of the wind, a huge long bubble was brought out, the wind was contained in the bubble, and fled to the distance, the bubble was like a ribbon, outlining the shape of the wind.

Just at this time, the sunlight also moved over, and the surface of the bubble refracted colorful light, erratic with the surge of the wind.

Until the bubble water is exhausted, the bubble can no longer hold the free wind, it starts to break from the vicinity of the bubble circle, floats to the distance, and disappears invisible in the blink of an eye.

"It's so beautiful." Qin Feihe sighed.

"This is the place where Internet celebrities check in." Song Jiabao replied, while looking away from the distance, and then realized that Qin Feihe was looking at him when he spoke.

Song Jiabao couldn't help being taken aback, feeling a little weird.

Qin Feihe still looked at him and asked, "You know?"

Song Jiabao's heart was full of blessings until he understood what Qin Feihe meant, and nodded: "Got it."

After a moment's pause, Song Jiabao couldn't help asking: "So you think I'm just motivated by the desire for redemption, self-sacrifice and self-sacrifice?"

It seemed that at this moment, Song Jiabao suddenly realized very deeply that what Jiang Yuhe said was not wrong.

He originally hated Qin Feihe for leaving without saying goodbye, but he immediately turned against him after learning the truth. He felt sorry for Qin Feihe's experience and wanted to treat Qin Feihe well. His nature was like this.

Song Jiabao looked away in confusion, pulled out a big Bubble again, and stared at Bubble in a daze.

"Then I should thank you for your desire to redeem."

Qin Feihe's answer was somewhat beyond Song Jiabao's expectations. Song Jiabao turned his head to look at Qin Feihe. Through the colorful bubbles, Qin Feihe's face was faintly blurred.

In the next second, Bubble burst open, and his face was peeled off from the color. Song Jiabao couldn't even tell whether Bubble was more stunning or Qin Feihe's face was more stunning.

Qin Feihe continued: "I can stand here because of your desire for redemption."

Song Jiabao bent his lips, and handed the bubble water in his hand to Qin Feihe, "Try it?"

It rained suddenly in the afternoon, and it wasn't too light. Song Jiabao didn't like rainy days very much, so he didn't go shopping any more, and went home with Qin Feihe.

Qin Mei was not at home, so she and Qin Feihe took a bath one after another, and when they were free, they found a movie to watch.

The movie was chosen by Song Jiabao. He found a high-scoring suspense movie to watch, thinking that watching more of this kind of plot might give him some inspiration.

The movie is very old, but the plot is not clichéd at all. It is about an ice pick serial murder case in the jurisdiction where the male protagonist, who is a policeman, suspects a female writer and tries every means to get in touch with the female writer, but falls in love with her in the process. women writers.

The male protagonist's psychiatrist kept reminding him that something was wrong with the female writer, but the male protagonist was blinded by love, and under the female writer's deliberate guidance, he accidentally killed the psychologist.

At the end of the movie, the male lead fell asleep, but the female writer beside him suddenly opened her eyes, and stretched her hand under the bed, it was a cold ice cone——

"Boom——" A thunderous sound comparable to an explosion suddenly came to mind, the TV flickered, and then all the lights went out.

"power cut?"

It had been a long time since there was a power outage, Song Jiabao was a little uncertain, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Qin Feihe walked to the window and looked out, "It's a power outage."

"I'll call Mom."

After finishing speaking, Song Jiabao took the mobile phone and called Qin Mei. Qin Mei didn't answer the first call, and didn't answer until the second call was about to hang up automatically. There was still a loud sound of rain in the background.

"Jiabao, I may not be able to go back tonight, the rain is too heavy." Qin Mei said loudly, but she still seemed very small amidst the sound of the rain.

Song Jiabao glanced worriedly out of the window where the lightning flashed and thundered, and replied as loudly as possible: "That's fine, you can find a hotel nearby and don't worry about money."

"Understood, are you and Xiaohe at home?"

"Here I am."

"That's fine. There's still something to eat in the refrigerator. You and Xiaohe will go to bed after dinner, you know?"

"it is good."

Qin Mei is not coming back, which means that only he and Qin Feihe are at home tonight.

Hearing the roaring thunder outside, Song Jiabao became more and more uneasy, and asked Qin Feihe, "When did you return to China?"

Although Qin Feihe was a little strange, he replied honestly: "No. 25."

On the 25th...it was definitely before he was followed. The time span of the photos sent by Li Kailang was too long, and Qin Feihe didn't have time to do such things at all.

Song Jiabao lowered his eyes, noticed the apples on the table, picked one up, "Do you want to eat apples?"

Qin Feihe walked towards Song Jiabao, "Not for now."

Song Jiabao didn't care so much, and threw the apple at Qin Feihe while he was not paying attention.

Qin Feihe caught the apple with his right hand.

"what happened?"

"It's okay." Song Jiabao suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and said, "Let's make do with it. This is dinner. I don't know how to cook."

"It's okay, I'll come."

"You still cook?"

"In foreign countries, most of the time I cook and eat by myself."

"Really." Song Jiabao replied absent-mindedly, and stopped paying attention to what Qin Feihe was doing.

From this point of view, Qin Feihe's suspicion is too small, but Xu Hanchi... He feels more and more that something is wrong.

He is left-handed, likes to wear perfume, loves suits, and knows his preferences, personality, and home address like the back of his hand. The cognitive interview made him think that Li Kailang did not actually have tattoos on his body, and the suspicion was drawn to Qin Feihe through surveillance...

Did she fall into the trap of "imposing the facts on the suspect" again, or is this the way it should be?

How can he distinguish clearly who is the "psychiatrist" who wants to treat him well and who is the "writer" who wants to kill him?

When Song Jiabao fell into his own thoughts, Qin Feihe had already entered the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The knife rest was on his left side. He drew out the knife with his left hand, then changed the knife to his right hand, raised his left hand, and looked at the few bruised and purple bloody marks on his palm pinched by his nails, his eyes were indifferent.