After being dedicated to the villain

Song Sijin pursed his lips, and slowly opened his eyes, so close, he clearly saw himself in Duan Ling's eyes.

Pale, weak and bullying.

Duan Lingyao was watching very seriously, so serious that Song Sijin became more and more uncomfortable. He didn't understand what he was looking at, and he didn't know why he had to undergo such a long mental torture.

His throat suddenly itched again, Song Sijin quickly backed away, covered his mouth and turned his head, coughing hard for a while.

Duan Lingyao frowned and looked extremely unhappy after being spoiled by people, "Xin Yi, go and cook a bowl of wind-cold medicine for Second Brother Song."

Xin Yi, who was guarding outside the window, went in response, Song Sijin chased two steps forward, and stopped abruptly.

Duan Lingyao snorted and said, "Second Brother Song is really true. He gets sick every now and then, and it's always such a coincidence. Now it's all right, you will soon be the only person in the world who is given the second medicine by me."

give medicine?

Thinking of the experience last time, Song Sijin felt ashamed.

He coughed worse, his pale face began to turn red, he looked up at Duan Lingyao, and begged in a hoarse voice: "Can I not use the medicine this time? I will listen to you, I don't need that kind of thing."

He was going to die soon, and he wanted nothing else but to preserve a little bit of self and dignity before he died.

Duan Lingyao asked him in confusion: "What kind of thing? Please explain clearly."

Song Sijin smacked his lips twice, and said obediently: "Love medicine."

Duan Lingyao: "..."

Song Sijin: "I don't need this, I will be obedient."

The lazily half-lying, half-sitting boy just now jumped to the ground, and walked towards Song Sijin in an inconceivable and menacing manner.

"Tell me clearly, when did I give you that kind of food?"

With that aggressive look, it seemed as if he was about to strike, Song Sijin couldn't help but backed away slowly: "I was sick two days ago, my little father-in-law, you came to visit..."

Song Sijin's retreat was not as fast as he was chasing, and he was grabbed by the wrist at once, pulled by force, and forced to look directly at him.

"What do you mean, you want to say, you didn't seduce me on purpose that night, but you were drugged by me?!"

For some reason, Duan Lingyao's expression now looked a little scary, dignified and suspicious. He asked Song Sijin sharply, with an unbelievable tremor at the end of his voice.

Song Sijin nodded timidly, also feeling confused.

It was obviously his doing. When he asked, why did he look more surprised than himself.

"Second Brother Song really knows how to joke." Duan Lingyao laughed back angrily, "If I want to do something to you, do I need to use such an obscene means? I just forced you directly, so what can you do?"

Song Sijin was tongue-tied, confused in his mind: "Didn't you want to...torture me, tease me?"

Duan Lingyao laughed back angrily: "There's no need to torture a sick child. You have to be tortured when you are well."

Song Sijin: "It seems, indeed, it makes sense."

"..."

Duan Lingyao was dumbfounded for a while, let go of him, bit his fingers and paced hurriedly in distress.

Back and forth, stop and go.

Song Sijin saw that his face was constantly changing, from embarrassment to suspicion, he didn't dare to disturb him, so he quietly took two steps back.

"How could this be, no, no, no, no, no!"

Duan Lingyao flicked his wrist, and the sharp dagger slid out in an instant. He pulled out the sharp dagger in a flash, and stabbed Song Sijin fiercely.

Song Sijin lost his voice in an instant, and in panic, his body fell straight backwards. Coincidentally, there was a soft couch behind him, and his upper body fell onto it, with his waist and hips hanging in the air, and he slid down stiffly like a frozen fish. .

Duan Lingyao came to him in strides, grabbed his collar and lifted him up. He leaned over, and the oppressive feeling enveloped Song Sijin's head.

The icy blade that cut iron like mud was clinging to Song Sijin's neck, and with a slight movement, a thin line of blood was cut.

"Song Sijin, if you play dumb again, I will really kill you!"

Song Sijin closed his eyes, as if he was a corpse.

Duan Lingyao bit her lip, lowered the dagger, and scratched at Song Sijin's body as if to vent her anger—Song Sijin bit by bit, waking up from the numbness like a tidal wave of fear, trembling, but never resisting.

In the end, his body was in a mess, the gorgeous and expensive clothes were rotten worse than a beggar, and in the gaps of the threads, there were small pale and thin red marks from time to time.

Red marks entwine this pale and thin body messily, like a cat's sharp claws scratching, red threads buried in the snow, a bit of glamor oozes out of the dilapidated.

It was the mark left by the tip of the knife inadvertently rubbing against the flesh, and it was not deliberately cut, so there was not much pain, but more subtle itching.

Duan Lingyao put away the dagger with a sullen face, tightly pinched Song Sijin's chin, and stared fiercely into his eyes: "I didn't react to you like this, Song Sijin, you don't hate me at all, and don't want to kill me? "

Song Sijin was in a trance for a while.

How could Duan Lingyao ask such a question? Don't you know that if something happened to him in Changxi City, the entire Song family would have to pay the price?

How dare he kill him.

He shook his head gently, for fear of offending the person on him again.

"Impossible!" Duan Lingyao pressed his weakness, "How can there be such a contradictory person like you in the world, who is so timid on the surface, but is willing to die for others, without blinking an eye when you die, you have long been exposed Come on, tell me, what is your purpose!"

Song Sijin asked a small question in a daze: "I...have any?"

"You have it!"

"..."

Song Sijin quietly grabbed the square table to borrow strength, not only fearful, but also a little bit more wronged, how could this person be so bullying and wronged others.

The Song family hadn't betrayed Duan Lingyao yet, Song Sijin didn't want to be buried alive in a daze, he racked his brains to think, and at the critical moment of life and death, he was finally wise enough to realize the problem.

Then he hurriedly opened his mouth, but at this time, his voice was soft, like a feather: "I was born this way, and I would freeze when I was frightened. They all said that I didn't look like a man, but I can't change it... Xiaogong Lord, I didn't pretend to be anything."

Duan Lingyao raised his hand abruptly, and Song Sijin subconsciously shrank his shoulders.

Duan Lingyao dropped his hand slowly, and Song Sijin slowly added: "There is no purpose."

So Duan Lingyao's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

He gradually let go of Song Sijin, sat down next to him, bent his legs, frowned, and said in disbelief: "Impossible, there are other evidences, I don't believe it..."

He was so erratic and unpredictable, it really scared Song Sijin out of his mind.

Song Sijin slid softly to the ground, and didn't dare to get up, so he just sat there, secretly retracted his legs, hugged his knees with his arms, and shrunk himself into a ball inadvertently.

He didn't know what was going on, he just had a vague feeling that the ending would not slip in the worst direction.

But Song Sijin couldn't be sure what the young man was thinking, and he was still afraid of him.

After waiting for a long time, his sitting legs were numb and he didn't dare to move. Song Sijin quietly raised his eyelids to peek. Seeing Duan Lingyao's complex expression, he frowned in annoyance for a while, and stared at him fiercely for a while. .

So his heart beat a few times in shock, Song Sijin looked away, and continued to wait obediently and docilely.

He didn't dare to make a sound to break the stagnant atmosphere, but he couldn't hold back his cough, covering his mouth, and still leaked a little from time to time.

Xin Yi suddenly knocked on the door to deliver medicine, Song Sijin thought that Duan Lingyao was in such a bad mood that he wouldn't ask anyone to come in and disturb him.

Unexpectedly, he not only called Xin Yi in, but also stared at Song Sijin, and said viciously, "Drink!"

Song Sijin shook, and silently took the medicine bowl, fearing it would be hot, so he blew it and drank it in small sips.

I don't know what's good about drinking the medicine, Duan Lingyao kept staring at it, and Song Sijin became more and more uncomfortable, fearing that he would urge him, so he took a few sips hastily.

This was scalded, and he hissed with his mouth open.

Duan Lingyao snorted softly: "What's the rush? It's not poisonous. Why don't you drink it slowly at such a big age?"

Song Sijin stuck out the tip of his tongue, smiled awkwardly, lowered his head and drank slowly.

He didn't dislike the pain, and after suffering for a long time, he didn't feel the pain anymore, but the pain was even more frightening, and when it came suddenly, no one could bear it.

After drinking the medicine, there is a little heat in the body.

Song Sijin still sat obediently on the ground, but felt much better than just now.

This wait was most of the long silent night, until the early morning, when the body became cold again, someone broke into the courtyard to see Duan Lingyao.

Two people came, both Duan Lingyao's followers, one named Xin Bai and the other named Xin Qing.

Xin Bai knelt down on one knee, glanced at Song Sijin, slightly hesitant.

Duan Lingyao raised his hand and stopped him expressionlessly: "Bring up the things first."

So Xin Qing brought up an old wooden box and placed it on the ground in front of Duan Lingyao: "Master, this is what you want."

The box was very old and ordinary, with rough workmanship, it was a rotten street item, and it was worthless at all. Now that it was covered with a little mud, it looked even worse.

Song Sijin, who was curled up at Duan Lingyao's feet, sneaked a look here, and was surprised to find that the box was his own.

how come?

By the way, I wrote a letter during the day, it was addressed to Zhao Xiaozhi, in the letter I said that I would hand over my treasures to him, and it also stated that these treasures were stored in the yard that I borrowed from the Song Mansion a while ago.

This box is for babies.

When he left Zhuangzi, he didn't bring too many things with him, so he brought this for some sustenance.

It turned out that the person lied to himself, instead of giving the letter to Zhao Xiaozhi, he gave it to Duan Lingyao.

Song Sijin couldn't tell if there was resentment or not, but he was helpless and helpless, like being trapped in a vast ocean, with a suffocating sense of powerlessness everywhere.

Duan Lingyao asked dissatisfied: "Why so slow."

Xin Qing replied: "It went well at first, Master Song also asked someone to help search, but after asking the servants who cleaned up, I found out that the box was thrown out the day the Second Young Master Song moved into Beppu. Hegou searched for a long time, but luckily he found it, and happened to meet Xin Bai again, so they came back together."

Duan Lingyao glanced at Song Sijin, and found that he didn't show any signs of anger, and was still dull and resigned.

Naturally, there would be no fear of the secret being revealed, which Duan Lingyao wanted to see.

Duan Lingyao switched legs, breathing uncomfortably for a moment: "Open."

"Yes."

Xin Qing pushed the lock on the box, and carefully opened the old lid. The candle was shining brightly, and the inside could be seen at a glance.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

There are no treasures in the box, they are all unremarkable stone and wood carvings.

Stones are more beautiful than ordinary stones on the ground, but they are not jade jewelry, and wood carvings are not good wood, and they are not worth much at all.

Duan Lingyao stared at it for a long time, moved his lips, but didn't make a sound, and suddenly got off the couch, and he didn't think it was dirty, he lifted the wooden box and threw it on the ground.

Crackling, things fell all over the floor, there were stones that looked like ducklings, and wood that was carved into big ducks.

He knocked on the thin wooden boards, but he couldn't find what he wanted to see in this crude box that couldn't make any mechanism at all.

Listening to the voice, Song Sijin's eyes flushed with distress.

Duan Lingyao stood silently, let go, the box fell to the ground, his eyes were dark and the atmosphere was low.

For a moment no one dared to speak out.

Song Sijin didn't dare to complain. Wearing the ragged clothes, he knelt on the ground, lowered his body carefully and stretched out his hands.In the same way, he took his things back to his arms.

He was very sharp, when Duan Lingyao moved his eyes over, it felt as if he had been stabbed by a knife, he shook, and just as he was about to retract, he saw Duan Lingyao kicking towards the soft couch furiously.

Boom!

The loud noise made people's hearts tremble. Song Sijin held onto a stone tightly, staring at the ground and not daring to move.

It was quiet for a while.

A shadow appeared in the peripheral vision.

Song Sijin held his breath, almost thinking that Duan Lingyao would kick him too.

But he didn't.

Duan Lingyao knelt down awkwardly and picked up a stone.

The author says:

感谢在2022-07-0617:29:53-2022-07-0718:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: I want to drink Coke, holowin, ginger soup;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: I want to drink 10 bottles of Coke; I really want to eat 5 bottles of chicken wings; 1 bottle of Wei Zi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!