Kuaichuanzhi and Zha Gong are in deep love

The place where the boy rented was an apartment building in the 90s of last century, and there were no lights in the corridors.

The flashlight of the elderly machine emits a faint light. Jian Shou reminds them to watch the road carefully, while constantly bending over to pick up garbage.

This kind of rental building does not hire special cleaners to clean the house. Generally, the snow in front of the house cleans it by itself, but no one takes care of the garbage in the corridor.

Paper towels, cigarette butts, pet feces...it piles up over time.

However, there will be elderly people who can't take their time to come out to clean tremblingly. At this time, Jian Shou has developed the habit of picking up garbage.

"Hurry up!" Yin Zhong urged impatiently, the bullet in Gao Yan's body must be taken out immediately.

The boy seemed to be taken aback, and jogged upstairs with a shake of his shoulders, almost tripping over him.

Gao Yan reminded with a hoarse voice: "Slow down, don't fall." At this young age, he reminded him of his reckless younger brother.

The room is a very old-fashioned wooden door, and when Jian Shou opened it, it made a "creaking" sound with a sense of age.

The lights in the room were not too bright, and it took three or four seconds to fully light up after the switch was pressed. Judging from the furnishings in the room, the young man was struggling.

Jian Shou from his previous life left here half a month ago. After he took the admission notice and went to S City, he found out that the landlord was eager to sell the house and rented it to the next family without regular maintenance, resulting in a family of three Lost in flames.

Yin Zhong helped Gao Yan lie on the wooden bench in the living room, Jian Shou quickly put two soft pillows behind his neck: "Do you need to go to the bedroom and lie down?"

Yin Zhong ordered: "No, the bed is too soft, you go and bring the alcohol and the knife."

"I don't have alcohol at home...the knife is just a fruit knife." The boy's expression was a little annoyed, "Why don't I go out and buy it now!"

People from Zhong's family should be looking for them, it's too dangerous to go out at this time, Gao Yan tactfully said: "It's all closed so late, it's okay, you bring the sharpest fruit knife, and help me get a lighter. "

The boy nodded and ran into the kitchen. Yin Zhong looked away from his back: "Do you think it's credible?"

Gao Yan was silent for two seconds. It is impossible for people like them to trust strangers so easily, nor would they entrust their lives on others.

But the appearance of this white-clothed boy was like a pure white snowflake infiltrating the wound. It was light but pain-relieving. If it wasn't for his appearance, he and Yin Zhong would probably have narrowly escaped death tonight.

"You can watch him a little bit tonight, don't let him call the police... and don't scare him anymore."

After tearing off the blood-stained clothes, Yin Zhong handled the wound skillfully, and responded with an "um".

When Jian Shou came over with the things, Gao Yan's bloody wound was exposed, and there were small streams of blood oozing from the hole the size of his thumb.

This was the first time the boy had seen a gunshot wound. His eyes were wide open, full of shock and worry.

Yin Zhong took the knife and lighter from him, and cut a wound on his fingertips with the blade. He was trying the strength of his hand, but the knife was still not fast enough, so he had to use more force.

The orange flames licked and licked the incision, and the expression in Yin Zhong's eyes became more solemn. He did not do less to deal with wounds, but this was the first time he picked a bullet for his brother.

The tip of the knife penetrated into the wound with scalding heat, making a short "squeak" sound on the flesh and blood.

Gao Yan's face was pale due to blood loss, but he didn't show any pain or fear, and he didn't even frown.

Jian Shou can catch Gao Xiaoxi's appearance from his eyebrows, he really is a real brother, they look alike.

Turning around again and walking into the kitchen, Jian Shou poured a full ladleful of water into the iron pot, and then turned on the stove.

The five fingers gradually clenched into fists, and the blue veins were exposed on the fair skin. It looked both forbearing and painful. He was afraid that this rebirth was just a dream he made up because he was too unwilling when he was dying.

It wasn't until he actually found these two people on Nanping Street tonight, and his anxiety and hesitation completely disappeared, that he was completely sure that he was really reborn.

No one knew how much effort he used to restrain himself, pretending that he didn't know Yin Zhong.

The man nine years ago was only 27 years old, and there was still a young man's blood and publicity between his brows.

There is an aloofness like a distant mountain in the deep eyes, under the straight bridge of the nose is a thin lip, Jian Shou can even remember the temperature on it.

They slept in the same bed for three whole years, and he knew him so well, his appearance, and his body.

But he hated him so much. The man had given him affection as vast as the sea, but he took it back overnight without mercy.

He wanted to ask him loudly whether Gao Xiaoxi was more important than himself in his heart, and would he feel a little sad and regretful after his death?

It's a pity that the current Yin Zhong doesn't even know his name, and he will never know the answers that make him die in peace.

Jian Shou pulled out a mocking smile, these are not important anymore, he will never fall in love with Yin Zhong again in this life, all he wants is revenge.

To him, Yin Zhong is just a tool that can be used.

The water in the pot began to make a "cuckoo" sound, and Jian Shou finally withdrew his complicated thoughts.

He poured hot water into the basin, and added half a basin of cold water into it. Two soaked towels floated on the surface of the water.

When it was brought out, Yin Zhong had already bandaged Gao Yan again, the wound was only treated briefly, and a comprehensive examination would not be available until tomorrow at the earliest.

Jian Shou glanced at the bloody knives, tools and bullets on the table, and put down the basin calmly.

The boy fished out two towels from the steaming water without fear of being scalded, wrung them dry and handed one to Yin Zhong: "Wipe the blood off your hands."

At the same time, he bent down to help Gao Yan wipe the dried blood on his hands, which was a very natural movement.

The young man's hand is very nice, and it is a full circle smaller than Shang Gao Yan's hand. When it touches you, it is as soft as cotton, and Gao Yan's finger bones bend unconsciously.

While wiping, Jian Shou proved himself: "I'm really not a timid person, but the smell of blood is too strong, and I can't stand the smell."

Yin Zhong lowered his eyelids, but he listened to the boy's words verbatim. He was obviously too scared to watch the scene of taking the bullet, but he wanted to save face with his mouth.

The bright red blood on the fingers was wiped off little by little, giving Yin Zhong the illusion that he was clean.

It's a pity that a person like him can't be clean for the rest of his life. He admitted that when he was first rescued by the young man, he wanted to kill people and silence them forever.

He raised his eyes to see the boy's earnest expression, and felt a strange emotion, he couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear to kill him.

"Stretch out your hand."

"Ah?" The boy belatedly pointed to himself, "Calling me?"

Yin Zhong didn't give him any more nonsense, he directly pulled the boy's arm over and turned his face: "Didn't you notice the bleeding yourself?"

Jian Shou's pupils constricted a bit, because he was too scheming to ignore this detail, he should cry out in pain...

Yin Zhong only thought that the young man was so frightened that he didn't even know that he was injured.

The warm towel covered the slender wound, and the young man hissed softly, frowning to look pitiful, Yin Zhong relaxed his strength again.

The young man raised his head in surprise, looked at the man's angular face, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "I... I will do it myself."

How come one hand?Yin Zhong ignored him, a light red scratch appeared on the area that had been wiped, but there was no sign of bleeding.

Gao Yan's physical strength was exhausted, and the dazzling lights added a touch of illusion. When he fell asleep, he reluctantly glanced at Jian Shou again.

The boy still looks like a student, so immature that he has all his emotions written on his face, and his skin is so white and glowing.

He is like pure white snow in winter... It becomes black when it is stained with mud, and red when it is stained with blood.

You can't help but reach out your hand, wanting to keep it pure, but it melts instantly in your hand and turns into nothing.

You shouldn't even touch him.

This is a strange feeling and metaphor, after Gao Yan closed his eyes, he completely forgot about it.

After Yin Zhong's shirt was torn and used to bandage the wound, he was still shirtless, his bronze-colored muscles knotted on his bones and muscles, strong and eye-catching.

Although it wasn't cold in summer, the boy felt a little awkward and threw a set of clean clothes at him: "Come on, this is the biggest set in the house."

Yin Zhong took it over: "I'm going to take a bath."

Jian Shou hastily explained: "But there is no water heater here, it must be used to boil water, or you wait, I will heat it."

"No need, just cold water."

Jian Shou looked at Yin Zhong's back, a pair of pure peach blossom eyes, with a dark calculation.

Both Yin Zhong and Gao Yan are not simple people. If he stays here this time and waits for them to repay their favor, he will definitely not make further progress. Maybe he will be suspected of the motive of saving people and send someone to monitor him.

There is only one chance to be reborn, and Jian Shou cannot tolerate any mistakes.

Therefore, he must not be too impatient, even if he made himself wait a few more years.

When Yin Zhong came out of the bathroom, he saw that Gao Yan had already been covered with a layer of summer blanket.

Sleeping peacefully and showing no signs of fever, he immediately felt relieved, but then remembered what Gao Yan said before, so he walked straight to the boy's bedroom.

There was an old desk in the small bedroom. At this moment, the boy was sitting there and fiddled with his mobile phone, as if he was sending some message.

Yin Zhong's face darkened all of a sudden, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.

He walked over quickly and locked the boy's neck from behind, and grabbed the boy's wrist.

The two extremely fragile parts fell into Yin Zhong's hands, as long as he exerted a little more force, he could break them immediately.

The boy was startled by the sudden change, his neck was locked so that he couldn't breathe, and there was severe pain in his wrist.

Is this going to kill him?The young man struggled in horror, his face was flushed, and the corners of his eyes were filled with physiological tears.

Yin Zhong roughly dragged him up from the chair and threw him on the bed!

The young man was thrown dizzy, and then he felt a mountain on his back, and he coughed uncomfortably: "Ahem, cough... what are you doing!"

Yin Zhong snatched the elderly phone from his hand: "Do you want to call the police? Or do you want to call someone?"

Jian Shou was about to grab it with a backhand, with an angry face: "Give it back to me!"

With a flick of his elbow, Yin Zhong easily controlled the young man's arm. As a result, the phone was tossed and the message was sent out.

Yin Zhong hurriedly clicked in to look, and then... froze?

The furrowed brows were somewhat loosened, and his expression tended to freeze for a long time.

[Landlord Auntie Li, I am the guard on the 13th floor. I think I may have an accident in the near future, so I will tell you my bank card number and password, ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊, if I am not here, you can ...]

So this is an unfinished suicide note?The young man's aggrieved cry came from below him: "I knew you would kill people to silence you!"

Yin Zhong retreated half a point resentfully, leaving room for the young man to turn around.

After facing each other, Yin Zhong could clearly see the appearance of the young man who was about to cry. Because his skin was too fair, the bright red of his nose and eye sockets were so conspicuous.

They were so close, Yin Zhong could even see the cute fluff on the boy's cheeks and the fine lines on his lips.

Jian Shou sniffed, and his eyes revealed the determination to see death as home: "You are really a bad person! Do you know that the grace of saving life should, should..."

The boy bared his canine teeth, like an irritated kitten, and Yin Zhong couldn't help asking: "What should I do?"

Jian Shou stiffened his neck: "It's unnecessary to make a promise with your body, but you can't avenge your kindness either!"

It seemed that he felt that he could not live at all, so he started the final chatter: "There are too many people like you in this society! Only good intentions will not be rewarded, and good people will not live long. Who will dare to be a good person in the future? This society is would be filled with indifference..."

From the opening and closing of the young man's lips, one could clearly see the porcelain white teeth and the red tip of the tongue, and the heat on his face was thin and seductive.

Yin Zhong didn't wear a shirt, and the skin on his body directly touched the soft and warm body of the young man, and a rush of heat suddenly surged all over his body.

He covered the boy's mouth, and when his lips lightly touched the palm of his hand, he felt a shudder again. He even wanted to block it with his mouth just now.

Yin Zhong kept his face cold on purpose, and said in a deep voice, "Shut up! I didn't intend to kill you."

The boy's eyes widened, his eyelashes fluttered uneasily, and Yin Zhong could see his own appearance from his amber eyes... He was fascinated.

Jian Shou said "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" to signal him to let go of his hand, and Yin Zhong came back to his senses, got up and backed away in a little panic: "Don't scream, and don't think about it."

The boy was still angry and vigilant, his dark eyes were fixed on the man: "Stay away from me!"

At this time, the mobile phone in Yin Zhong's hand rang suddenly, and the person displayed on the screen was Aunt Li.

Although the boy was scared, he still stretched out his hand to him with puffed cheeks, begging for the phone: "Give it back to me!"

Yin Zhong directly connected the phone, and turned on the speakerphone, and said with his mouth: "Let's talk."