dramatic death

Yintong almost felt guilty.

He always felt as if he had cheated some good young and ignorant boy, even though he stood up almost half a head taller than him.The young man sitting on the sofa opposite had a pair of pure deer eyes, which were still wet from the rain, and his heart slowed down with a flicker, no matter how he looked, he looked like a child who hadn't experienced much in the world.

He is from the White Tower, right?It must be someone from the White Tower.

Chen Yan, Christie's agent—Mr. Chen once told him about the case of the White Tower. He said that it is a prison for the entire country, and it is dedicated to detaining those children who are found to have "criminal genes", and they have been corrected and trained since childhood.

The children in the White Tower are all "upright", or they have never "learned" what "rude" is.They are "good kids" mass-produced under high-end education, just like the young man sitting opposite Yin Tong at the moment, covered from head to toe with a layer of cuteness.

He looks to be in his twenties, but he always gives people the illusion of a five or six-year-old young master from a rich family.

Yintong kept smiling, and almost threw himself to the ground after hearing the difficult "yes" from the other party.

He thought about how this child pretended to be so condescending, as if I was some kind of old man who forced his good into prostitution.His pitiful little expression is much more real than Christie's. I should really call and ask the little girl to come and learn.

But thinking so, Yintong really didn't plan to ask Christie to watch.He kept a good man's smile and shook the straw, looked into the eyes of the young man on the opposite sofa, and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

It's over, more like a kidnapper.

After Yintong finished speaking, he had a headache, but before he could think of a remedy, the "good boy" on the opposite sofa had already started introducing himself graciously.

He straightened his back and sat upright like a primary school student answering questions: "My name is An Qi, from Central City, I am 21 years old, I live at No. 31 Central City, there are three people in my family, father"

"Stop, stop, stop," Yin Tong interrupted him, "I'm not investigating household registration."

An Qi blinked his eyes, as if thinking about his words.Yin Tong really couldn't resist his wet gray eyes, just holding his forehead and sighing, he saw that the child had already lowered his head, and swallowed a mouthful of milk with the straw in his hand.

He bit the mouth of the tube, even looked up at Yintong, smiled and blinked.

Yin Tong raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to pull the straw out of his mouth, and was about to say something, but when he looked up, he found that his actions just now were really inappropriate, and all the milk from the mouth of the straw splashed on An Qi's lips , the red background and white sauce paired with the young man's aggrieved expression, no matter how you look at it, it is a bit dazzling.

Little Boss Yin is ashamed of his dirty thoughts.He watched An Qi sticking out his tongue to lick the milky white residue on his lips, couldn't help but took a deep breath and looked away, he couldn't guess whether this child was really ignorant or fake pure, so he simply cleared his throat , look away.

He felt that his head was a little foggy, and after thinking for a while, he remembered his initial attempt.

After all, he was just curious.

Subjectively, he felt that this kid might be a fugitive from the White Tower, and he was probably a male classmate with a story.Objectively speaking, he wanted to learn more about the external situation. The knowledge he obtained from the Internet alone was too one-sided. After waiting for ten or eight years, he might not be able to find all the fragments of his own memory.

I still want to recover my memory.Yin Tong thought, at least to find out what is going on in that classroom where people are always dead.

Yin Tong glanced at An Qi who had finally cleaned himself up, thought for a while, and asked a very offensive question in his opinion.

"Why are you dressed like this?" He lowered his eyes and glanced at An Qi's bondage outfit wrapped under the blanket, "Well, wrapped like this."

An Qi thought about it for a while, and he didn't seem to care about the impoliteness of this question, and replied casually: "Because it's not safe."

"Not safe?"

"External environment, I mean, I'm allergic to electron photoparticles, so I can't touch it."

"Similar to mobile terminals?" Yin Tong opened the terminal on his wrist and displayed the light screen in front of An Qi.

"Yes," An Qi nodded, "I don't have a terminal."

"That's really inconvenient."

An Qi paused for a moment, then raised his head, looking into Yin Tong's eyes with those smoky gray eyes.There was a slight smile in his eyes for no reason, as if he remembered something interesting, he said: "There is nothing inconvenient. If I can't use the light screen, I can contact you in other ways."

"I can write."

……

"...Tongtong."

"Tong Tong."

Yin Tong's consciousness suddenly went back, he blinked his eyes in a trance, and saw the milk overflowing from the glass in his hand.

He is standing in his dessert room.

He sent Christie off half an hour ago, and when he opened the store door, he saw An Qi in front of the bar.He sat where Christie had just sat, with his back straight behind his hands, and his bondage suit was covered by a thin sweater, leaving only a little strangeness on the neckline and wrists.

He ordered a glass of milk, and it seemed that after drinking it when they first met, he couldn't let go of the taste anymore.

After Yin Tong returned to the bar, he lowered his head and turned on the switch of the milk pot.

He was in a daze all the time, so that he didn't come back to his senses when the milk overflowed the rim of the glass.An Qi on the opposite side of the bar couldn't help calling his name, gradually getting heavier over and over again, until he couldn't help but stand up, and finally managed to attract Yin Tong's attention.

"Tongtong, hand." He looked at Yintong's red fingers, and couldn't help but struggle with the hands tied behind him.The injection in the restraint pierced his wrist in an instant, and the explosion-like pain rushed from the blood vessels into his brain, making him dizzy in an instant.

However, he didn't move, he still straightened his back and stood opposite the bar counter, looking at Yintong who was in a trance with concern.

"Tongtong, Tongtong, look at me."

Yin Tong followed the voice and looked up.He struggled to regain his consciousness, and then he was shaken by the hot cup in his hand, and accidentally broke the glass of overflowing milk.

He heard someone coaxing softly: "Turn on the faucet and flush your hands." It wasn't until his fingers trembled from the cold water that he really realized what had happened.

He pursed his lower lip and apologized reflexively.

"sorry."

On the opposite side of the bar, An Qi sighed as if relieved.

"Does it hurt a lot?" He asked, "Close the door first, and I'll take you to the hospital."

An Qi's words are right.

It stands to reason that all you need to do is apply some medicine to burns. However, after the new era, the laws are strict, and ordinary people can't buy medicine at all. If something happens, they can't solve it by themselves, so they can only go to the hospital to register.Yin Tong looked at him for a while, and suddenly laughed out of An Qi's worried eyes, and he said: "Forget it, forget it, you go to the hospital with me like this, and you don't know who will see the doctor for us, just be honest." Go back, I'll go by myself."

An Qi paused for a moment, frowned and shook his head: "I'm worried."

Yin Tong smiled.While changing the "Business" on the light screen to "Have something to rest", he packed up the small cakes in the cupboard, packed one into a big box, tied it with a small ribbon and hung it around An Qi's neck.

He said: "Why don't you worry, I am a 20-year-old living person, and I can still get lost after seeing a doctor?"

An Qi was almost stuck on the bar counter under the pressure of the sudden increase, and looked up at Yintong with aggrieved eyes: "That's not what I meant."

"Okay," Yin Tong smiled and rubbed An Qi's hair, "All the small gifts are taken away, so you can go home with peace of mind."

He opened the door closing system on the light screen, reset the password, changed his clothes, and pushed the frowning Young Master An out of the store.

The window full of plush toys was covered by a gray protective layer during the door closing sound.The owner of the flower shop next door poked his head out, smiled and handed him a bouquet of flowers, and asked casually, "You left so early today?"

Yin Tong also put the bouquet of flowers in the cake box hanging around An Qi's neck: "Something."

The boss smiled a bit narrowly: "Do you want a date?"

Yin Tong glanced back at An Qi, the big boy's face was already flushed, and even his ears seemed to be falling.

He couldn't help but joked: "Yeah, dating, it's rare to meet such a good-looking one, how can you not pull her out to show off?"

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing, and seeing An Qi blinking, he turned his face away in embarrassment.On the other side of the road, there was a pitch-black suspension car parked firmly at the end of Yin Tong's field of vision. He looked at the opponent's posture, then glanced at the young master in front of him, and patted the opponent's shoulder with his still intact hand , motioned: "You should go."

An Qi followed his gaze, and the blush on his face receded like a tide.

His smoky gray eyes firmly circled Yin Tong's figure, and he bit his lower lip and let out a very low whisper.

"Can I still come tomorrow?"

Yin Tong looked at him for a while, smiled and shook his head.

An Qi's face turned pale instantly, he lowered his head and looked seriously into Yin Tong's eyes, and asked again as if unwilling.

"Can I still come tomorrow?"

Yin Tong shook his head again: "No," he saw the young man in a trance, and then added with a smile as if he had succeeded in a prank, "If you want to come, come the day after tomorrow. You will not be welcome in the store tomorrow."

"Why don't you welcome me?"

Yin Tong looked at An Qi's confused eyes, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke the other's hair.

"Why are you not welcome?" He replied with a smile, "Because I haven't received the fourth letter yet."