flammable relationship

That fellow Zhou Ao arranged the procedure of the wedding scene in an extremely fancy and complicated way, and there were a dozen or so best men from both parties.Hua Rao's side is full of professional trainers, responsible for dynamic dance, while Zhou Ao's side is basically stiff and tone-deaf, so they are only responsible for stepping dryly, trying their best to act as green leaves.

The time difference has not been adjusted, and everyone is very tired. In order to improve the efficiency of the rehearsal, Zhou Papi confiscated all the mobile phones of everyone on the field, and did not return them until the end.

The room was very hot, and Fu Yiheng was sweating. As soon as he picked up the phone, the phone vibrated.The caller contact displayed on the screen is Shenwei.Fu Yiheng raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, since the last time he talked about it, this person never took the initiative to contact him again.With the character of the other party, he must have called him because of something urgent.

Pressing the answer button saved even a few pleasantries. Shen Wei spoke in a hurry, as if his ass was burned by fire: "Fu Yiheng, right? You can answer the phone! Come to the gate of the villa, the bonfire is here By the way, your husband suddenly went crazy... No, something happened! Come and take a look!"

Fu Yiheng started to run wildly after hearing the word sir.Zhou Ao yelled something in the back, but he didn't hear it, his eardrums were agitated by the intense heartbeat, and all external noises were automatically blocked.

What can happen?They're all in wheelchairs and they're capable of causing trouble!Shen Wei was vague on the phone, saying that there was a fight, and then saying that something was wrong with Wei Ran, and finally he couldn't explain clearly, so he told him to hurry up.

The biting cold wind got into the collar, whipping the exposed skin like thorns.Fu Yiheng called Wei Ran while running, and the phone showed that Wei Ran had called him twenty times during the rehearsal, but he didn't answer.

He should have received it, why didn't he?Even if Zhou Ao confiscated the phone, he should still glance at it from time to time.What the hell was this man looking for him in such a hurry?

Fu Yiheng took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, followed by Zhou Ao, carrying his down jacket and ran all the way, out of breath: "I said, if there is something urgent, first...put on your clothes...here Fucking tens of degrees below zero, you think you are made of iron? If you freeze to death, the surname Wei will have to ask me to pay in blood..."

Fu Yiheng heard a few intermittent words floating into his ears, turned around and shouted "Don't worry about it, run faster."

"Damn. Just let the wicked things keep going, and speed up?" Zhou Ao came down arrogantly, took out his mobile phone and called the manager of the villa. He saw that Fu Yiheng was running in the direction of a bonfire party. What happened? What? Riot? Someone is going to commit suicide? Which unlucky bastard is going to commit suicide the day before my wedding, find a solution for me immediately, yes, immediately! Can’t understand Mandarin? Do you want me to speak English again? Translate again..."

Gasping for breath in his throat, like a broken bellows, Fu Yiheng pressed his violently heaving chest with one hand, and pushed aside the crowd of onlookers with the other: "Let's go, let's go, excuse me, excuseme..."

When he finally got rid of all obstacles and came to the innermost part of the circle, he opened his mouth halfway and was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he couldn't speak.There was a bloody smell in the depths of his throat, and the cold wind blew the coldness of being late. In addition to being stunned, for a moment, Fu Yiheng hardly dared to recognize it.

There were at least three, no, four burly men pressing down on a madly struggling man like an arhat.The scene was chaotic. The foreigners had the advantage in terms of size and weight, but they were still battered and in danger of being overturned from time to time.

The man who was violently suppressed had an Asian face far above the average level, but now, this handsome face was firmly pressed to the ground by a huge slap, and the skinny cheeks that were originally indistinguishable were squeezed and deformed. Stained with dust and covered with haze, it looks ferocious, dark and crazy, making people unable to see the original appearance at all.

The man gritted his teeth, stared up motionlessly, and the flames of the evil sect danced in his eyes.He twisted and struggled recklessly, his slender fingers embedded in the soil, his nails were split due to excessive force, and shocking blood dripped down, and a deep roar like a trapped animal came out of his throat, even though the back of his neck was pinched and his arms were crushed Folding back, two legs were firmly held down by one person, and his head and body were covered with filth and dust. He still kicked his legs, raised his chin high, and was extremely ferocious.

He still has a wound on his waist, please be gentle.Fu Yiheng's first thought was this.

"Wei Ran?" Before he could come to a conclusion that could barely explain the current situation, Fu Yiheng had already stepped forward with his legs. Fu Yiheng rushed over and used his momentum to push the two of them away. Rebuked, "Stop it all, is this the service purpose of your villa to entertain guests?"

The moment Fu Yiheng spoke, Wei Ran turned his eyes to look over, trembling, and stopped his meaningless resistance.

Those security guards couldn't understand Chinese, but they could understand expressions. Seeing that Wei Ran was quiet, they let go of their hands and stood up.

The one who took the lead shook his head and waved his hands while explaining the situation in half-baked English. He pointed to Wei Ran who got up, and pointed to the color on his face. understand.

"He hit you first?" Fu Yiheng held Wei Ran, who was about to walk forward with a wooden face, and frowned coldly, "Why did he hit you? There must be a reason, fire? What fire? He wanted to... hiss -"

While speaking, Wei Ran lowered his head and bit Fu Yiheng's forearm. Fu Yiheng felt the pain and subconsciously let go of his clenched wrist.

Unrestrained, Wei Ran ran towards the blazing bonfire with his head buried. Fu Yiheng was startled and froze in place, staring at the figure leaving him without hesitation.

The fire illuminated half of the sky, and the man wanted to jump into the fire as if possessed by an evil spirit. The tongue of flames almost reached the dangling scarf.

The incident was far beyond Fu Yiheng's comprehension. What could make a person suddenly lose his mind and go crazy to this extent?poison?Cult?His hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and in an instant, countless scary terms popped up in his mind.

The security guard who had just taken a breath experienced it once, and his reaction was much faster than him. Three people surrounded him from different directions at the same time, and once again pulled him back from the fire as high as a tower, and fell to the ground.

"You said, he wanted to walk into the fire?" Fu Yiheng's eyes were firmly fixed on Wei Ran's body, and he squeezed out English words from his throat, "Why? He is not such a person...he would not want to commit suicide .”

Only Chinese has the term suicide, and English is very straightforward. As soon as the word suicide popped out, there was a sharp stabbing pain in his head. He bent down, put his hands on his knees, and hugged his head in pain.

The security captain chattered again, seeing Fu Yiheng's dull face, he started calling for help.

No, he will not commit suicide. A person like Wei Ran, who broke out from the darkest place, is so tenacious and tenacious. People all over the world may kneel and beg for mercy in the face of ruthless fate, but he will not.He has survived the coldest winter, everything is on the right track, and a good life is beckoning to him. How can he be willing to give up this hard-won happiness at the beginning of the new year?

There must be a mistake somewhere.

Fu Yiheng wiped his face and walked towards Wei Ran. He signaled that those strong men were okay, squatted down, and tried to meet Wei Ran's eyes.

Wei Ran's eyes were blank, just like his expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Yiheng took a deep breath, touched Wei Ran's dirty face, and his fingertips burned when he touched it, and then he realized that he was too cold, so he was only wearing a turtleneck sweater. It's been too long outside in the cold, and my fingers are numb.He just stroked Wei Ran's face with his ice-like hand, and the latter didn't dodge or evade, and there was a wave of fluctuation in his originally blank eyes.

"Tell me." Fu Yiheng pinched his earlobe as usual, repeating over and over again, "What's wrong with you?"

"Fire." Wei Ran's brown eyes turned to the bonfire not far away, and his tone was full of anxiety and anger, "Didn't you see it? It's on fire! What are you doing standing there? Let me go, I want to go in, I want to Go save people!"

"Save someone? Save someone?" Fu Yiheng held a heart that was throbbing with dull pain, closed his eyes, "Make it clear, I will go in with you to save someone."

"Are you willing to let me save people?"

"What's not to like?"

"She's inside." Wei Ran's dusty eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of his mouth bent down as if he was about to cry, "She's inside, and she's the only one inside, she set the fire, she doesn't want to live anymore .”

Fu Yiheng guessed who the "she" he was talking about was. At the same time, he recalled the burns on Wei Ran's back and the experience that those injuries were cleverly avoided several times, and he roughly spelled out the original appearance of the incident in his heart.

Wei Ran's mother burned herself to death in a mental hospital that year.Wei Ran saw all this and left an indelible scar in his heart.

How determined is the death, how surging the hatred, this person will use such a tragic way of burning to death?Fu Yiheng didn't dare to think deeply, every time he put himself in the situation and thought about it, his heart would ache a little more.

"Why stop me!" Wei Ran broke free with one leg and began to kick people crazily, "Get out, get out!"

Tears escaped the sphere of reason, dripped on the ground hardened by ice and snow, seeped in, failed to melt or change anything.

Fu Yiheng opened his arms, hugged Wei Ran's head, and softly comforted: "No one is stopping you, I will accompany you, I will accompany you in to save others, the premise is that we have to protect ourselves well, you can't get hurt, what should I do if you get hurt? ? Wei Ran, do you know me? I am Fu Yiheng, I am your teacher Fu, can you recognize me?"

Like a desperate little beast, Wei Ran kept panting heavily. He seemed to gradually realize that no one would let him go to save others, and no one was willing to help him. The hand that was holding Fu Yiheng's sweater gradually loosened. .He moved, trying to wrap his arms around Fu Yiheng's waist: "Why, why didn't you answer the phone..."

Fu Yiheng opened his mouth to answer, but then realized that the question was not for him.

"You sent me away on purpose, right? You weren't crazy at that time, right? A lunatic has no IQ. He wouldn't send his son away before he dies. It hurts to be burned to death, right? I know... ..."

He murmured weakly, a woman in a doctor's white coat approached from behind, gave Fu Yiheng a look, then gently raised Wei Ran's arm, found a vein, and pushed a needle of tranquilizer.

So Wei Ran struggled, and fell limp in his arms. His excited nerves quickly calmed down due to the pharmacological effect. He was extremely tired and sleepy. He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

At the same time, a thick down jacket fell from the sky and wrapped Fu Yiheng, and Zhou Ao's sigh sounded in his ears, as light as a feather.

The female doctor came with a fat man wearing rimless glasses—this man was a mutual friend of Fu Yiheng and Zhou Ao. They had known each other since college, and they often drank and chatted together. I went abroad for further studies, and this time I made a special trip to attend the wedding.

If I remember correctly, his major in college seems to be psychology, and now he is a senior psychological counselor in a foreign professional institution.

A bad premonition crawled all over his body like ants on a hot pot. Fu Yiheng pulled his hair and squirmed his pale lips: "Zhang Xu..."

Zhang Xu walked towards him and together with Zhou Ao helped him up from the ground.After standing still, Zhang Xu retracted his chin and touched the brightly colored orange tie, and nodded with regret in Fu Yiheng's inquiring eyes: "As you can judge, some symptoms of this gentleman show that his here may A serious malfunction has occurred that requires professional treatment by professionals."

Fu Yiheng saw that he tapped the temple on the side of his head with his chubby index finger, as if raising a pistol and drinking a bullet to commit suicide.With a bang, the nerves in his head collapsed, and his headache was about to split.

The sky is falling apart, but that's it.

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