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Rao Mengwen was also shocked on the spot when he saw the typical Su style garden in front of him, not to mention whether it is reasonable to occupy such a large private house in the city center. On the surface of the lake, the corridors are full of twists and turns, and the gulls and birds are flocking, without being touched or frightened;

Although he knew from the beginning that Yan Si was a real rich second generation, he really underestimated the ability of Jiangnan people to hide wealth. This kind of family background is not only rich, but it is not an exaggeration to describe it as rich.

"Eh..." Yan Si scratched his forehead a little embarrassedly when he saw his expression, "Actually, only my grandparents live here...Because there is an ancestral hall at home, there are a few old people staying here to serve... "

Meng Wen deeply closed his eyes. At this time, he only felt tired, and even felt that he would dirty such an elegant garden. He didn't know what to say for a while, "..."

At this moment, only the sound of footsteps approaching from far to near, a grey-bearded old man led several tall and strong servants hurried over, his eyes first fell on Yan Si, and then he looked at the garbage behind them The car, and Meng Wen, who was covered in blood and disheveled.

The old man obviously didn't suffer such a big impact, his beard trembled with the voice, "Master Sun...you are..."

"Uncle Liang." Yan Si raised his finger to his lips, "Shh...don't wake up my grandparents."

"This... this..." Uncle Liang was helpless, "Young Master Sun, what's wrong with you..."

"This is my friend." Yan Si forced a smile, regardless of whether the lie had any credibility, "The cylinder exploded during the drag racing, but I don't know what happened tonight. The catch is too strict, I will take him here to hide first..."

Uncle Liang's expression looked dubious, but illegal racing sounds like something that Yan Si can do. After all, he has been used to lawlessness since he was a child. If he causes trouble that he can't solve, he will hide here. After all The Yan family has a single lineage, and there is only such a precious single seedling, the old man is reluctant to part with it.

Mengwen's injuries were so serious that he had to be carried on a stretcher by his servants. He was so tolerant of pain. No matter how he was manipulated, he remained silent. There was hardly an inch of good flesh on his back, and blood oozes out continuously. Flowing down the stretcher and ticking all the way, Uncle Liang had never seen so much blood in his life, and his old heart was throbbing so many times, "Master Sun...or else I should send it to the hospital... ..."

While directing his servants to carry Mengwen into the wing, Yan Si hurriedly handed the phone to Uncle Liang, "I can handle this kind of minor injury myself. Uncle Liang, please send someone to my house quickly and list the phone Everything was delivered..."

Liang Bokong was pinching his mobile phone, hesitant to speak several times, but in the end he didn't say anything, only sighed deeply, and turned to work for Yan Si.

Lying on the bed in the wing room, in just a short time, the blood had already soaked the bedding under him. Meng Wen's consciousness was hazy, and he felt someone sitting beside him. He opened his eyes a little, and used the With a hoarse voice struggling to breathe, "Sorry... for getting dirty..."

Yan Si saw the bean-sized cold sweat rolling down his forehead, which was still high in fever, and felt as if he had been strangled to death.

There were only the two of them left in the wing room, and the sound of intertwined breathing seemed to be amplified infinitely. Even if Meng Wen scolded him or beat him now, the last thing Yan Si wanted to hear was Meng Wen saying sorry to himself. What's more, I'm sorry for such an insignificant little thing.

One drop or two... Tears fell silently on the back of his hand like beads with a broken thread. Yan Si's five fingers kept tightening, and he pulled out the folds of the bed sheet convulsively, almost choking hysterically, "Stop talking OK……"

Meng Wen's brain has become blurred due to the high fever, and even his vision began to turn white. Before he passed out, his only thought was to touch Yan Si's tear-wet cheek.

It turned out that he cried like this...

It was as if he had fallen into a dustless and blank dream. He had experienced this feeling of weightlessness and volleying countless times.

Between the sky and the earth, the only thin figure looked particularly abrupt, with the high tail of the horse fluttering in the wind.

Mengwen's voice was hoarse, "Captain..."

Probably hearing the call, the man turned around, with a smile that he always had on his lips, "Xiaowen——!"

"Captain..." Meng Wen felt the blood all over his body boil because of this familiar shout, and almost ran away, "Captain—!"

However, he passed through the body of the "captain" with his whole body, and all he caught in his palm was empty coldness.

In an instant, the surroundings suddenly became full of voices, countless voices intertwined together, and countless calls poured into his ears like a wave——

"Xiaowen!"

"Deputy team!"

"You boy!"

...

All of a sudden, Meng Wen felt as if his brain was about to explode. His life of more than thirty years was compressed into a short video of playing the command room. The room... When I was thirteen or fourteen, I buried my AIDS-infected adoptive parents, and I mixed with gangsters fighting in the streets... When I was fifteen or sixteen, I followed behind a man with a high ponytail, stole his wallet, and got into trouble with the wrong people. The person who provoked them was finally brought into the CYO and shouted "Captain"...

It turned out that this life turned out to be so tasteless, like a fish drifting with the tide in the deep sea and drowning at any time.

The memory finally flashed back to the day of the heavy rain. The pouring rain kept washing away the man's cold body, and a black dagger was pierced through his forehead. At this moment, his voice and smile suddenly disappeared.

"Little text."

Suddenly there was a soft call from behind.

"Captain..." Meng Wen's tears rushed out of his eyes in an instant, his fists were convulsed and trembling, and he clenched tightly, "Why did you leave me..."

He didn't know that he still had so many grievances, "If you want to die, you should die together...Why did you leave me alone...I don't know how to get through this day without you..."

Inside the viscera, it was as if an active volcano that had been silent for many years was smoldering, and the surging hot magma erupted at this moment. The more silent the person, the more uncontrollable and destructive the eruption was.

"Xiaowen." The captain's voice behind him smiled habitually, "Life is not meant to be endured."

Mengwen felt a slap on his face, and the captain's voice sternly rang in his ears, "I don't even understand the fucking life, I just think about dying every day—"

"You bastard, get out of here—!"

In the next second, his whole body seemed to fall from a high altitude suddenly, and then he felt as if his back had hit something heavily, the impact was so strong that his throat was sore that he almost spurted blood.

But the five senses instantly returned to the nine apertures and eight holes. An indifferent person like him would find the sound of birdsong to be really noisy. He struggled to open his eyes a little, but was dazzled by the sunlight that filled the room. Subconsciously shut up.

But the freshness, vigor, and even vitality in the air seduced his soul all the time.

Meng Wen supported the bed board with his hands, sat up with difficulty, and suddenly felt something hanging on his neck, reached out and touched it, it turned out to be a peace knot inlaid with jade Guanyin.

He wanted to move his stiff limbs, but he felt something pressing against him. He lifted the quilt and saw how many things were placed on the small bed, such as safe buckle porcelain, imperial jade ruyi, apples, persimmons, peanuts, red dates... …

How afraid of him dying...

It’s just that Meng Wen didn’t know why when he saw this, the corner of his mouth subconsciously turned up, he reached out to touch an apple, brought it to his mouth, and took a bite, but his sour consciousness stopped for a few seconds, and he was almost crazy Secreted saliva and choked, "Ahem..."

There was no one in the room, Meng Wen covered his chest wrapped in thick gauze, leaned on the wall with his hands, moved out the door inch by inch, and walked slowly along the long corridor. Big, he didn't know where he had gone, he just wanted to find someone to ask where there was water.

After passing through another cave gate, a temple-like building suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. Through the opened gate, the majestic image of the Bodhisattva showing mercy and frowning was revealed in the rising fireworks.

"Greatly merciful Bodhisattva..." In front of Baoxiang Zhuang, the figure on the futon looked thin and small, "As long as he can wake up, believers would like to be vegetarians all their lives... No, I am a man..."

"What did Zhen Huan say at the time? Bodhisattva, do you remember?" It was probably the first time in his life that he prayed to God and Buddha. Unreliable, Bodhisattva, is it not good for you to be a vegetarian in this life?"

"Then do it again." He kowtowed his head again, "Great merciful Bodhisattva, as long as I can wake him up, I will never eat snail noodles, spicy slices, small twist chips, crispy pork muffins, canned yellow peaches Duck neck spicy beef..."

"Please!" Yan Si slammed his forehead heavily on the floor, and he has never been more sincere than this time in his life, "If it really doesn't work, I can only reboot!"

At this moment, laughter suddenly sounded from behind him, "Pfft——"

Yan Si turned his head suddenly. He never thought that the Bodhisattva would be so magical. The wish he just asked one second will be fulfilled by him in the next second. This professional ability is really frighteningly fast, "You——"

The corners of Meng Wen's eyes and brows were all smiling, "The Bodhisattva can be annoyed to death by you."

Yan Si didn't care about anything, and rushed up like crazy, with red eyes about to bite his lips.

Meng Wensheng was taken aback, and pulled his hair, "Buddhist pure land, you—"

"Then fucking let me be struck by lightning." Yan Si held his cheek and kissed him, "It's fucking useless if the king of heaven comes—"

At this moment, there was a strange noise behind them, which startled the two of them.

The gray-haired old lady stood behind them almost stunned, and the crutch in her hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Yan Si's language function was instantly disturbed, "Grandma... grandma..."