Chapter 159: Poor little dumb (end)

Shi Yue's face turned gloomy around the room, and his eyes flashed savagely from time to time.
Cheng Xi was able to tear his skin directly with him, except for A Qing, he definitely found the hands and feet he was doing behind his back.
He always knew he couldn't compare to Cheng Xi, but he didn't expect that he would be defeated by now.
The most important thing now is to stabilize first and slowly plot.
A Qing must also be taken away. Fortunately, he has done a good job before. On an island far from China, A Qing must like it very much.
He has enough cash in hand to live there all his life.
When the limelight passes, he can also take A Qing around to travel. They can whitehead together and slowly grow old together.
The thought of youth also likes himself, the gentleness in the man's eyes, his lips slowly raised.
Although A Qing has a lot of misunderstandings about him now, it does not matter. He will use time to prove that he also loves A Qing.
A Qing loves him and will forgive him!
Just as the man was immersed in the illusion of the future, the corner of his mouth curled up with a sweet smile, the guarded door slowly opened.
Cheng Ximu's face was covered with bloodshot eyes.
His voice was hoarse, "You see him..."
Shi Yue saw the young man on the bed.
He lay there quietly, his face pale, and there was no color on his lips, and he looked very pitiful.
Cheng Xi stood at the door, watching the man move hesitantly, and walked over slowly.
"A Qing..."
Shi Yue whispered softly, for fear of frightening him.
He Qing was afraid that he would speak loudly, he knew.
He lowered his voice and stood in front of the window with a white face. "Are you asleep? Did I mess you up before?"
"You're so sleepy. When I was in class, I saw you holding your chin. Your eyes opened and closed. I was thinking, why is he so sleepless, and didn't sleep at night?"
"Later I learned that you have to go to part-time job at night, I still, I secretly went to see you, in fact, I don't like to drink milk tea at all, every time I go to see you, milk tea must be thrown to others to drink..."
Shi Yue finished talking softly and knelt carefully on the ground. The cold floor seemed to be chilling into his body, and he was trembling all over.
He stared at the young man, took his hand, and his eyes turned red when he felt the cold touch.
"My hands are cool..." he muttered to himself, "can't warm A Qing's hands, I'm sorry..."
The last sentence was said with a trembling voice.
Tears dropped on the back of the young man’s pale hand, Shi Yue quickly reached out to wipe, "I'm sorry A Qing, I didn't mean it..."
"sorry Sorry……"
Wiping wiped, but more and more tears, the man knelt on the ground, like a child, broke down crying.
He shook his hand and placed the young man's cold hand on his chest. His heart seemed to be infected with coldness, and the pain tightened, but Shi Yue felt like he could not feel it. His eyes kept staring at the young man.
When his eyes touched the terrible scar on He Qing's neck, the man's eyes stopped.
Zhong Yulin said that she hired people because of him.
A Qing said that night, he could have gone home early.
It's all because of him, it's because of him...
His lips were trembling, and his face was full of tears, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile.
"You are so timid, and you leave alone, are you scared?"
"In the future, will anyone bully you..."
"Will you still be bullied and don't dare to cry..."
Cheng Xi numbly stood by the door, looking at the man who was crying on his knees, with hatred in his eyes.
"A Qing had already agreed to accept freezing treatment."
The cold voice fell into his ears, Shi Yue stunned, raised his head with red eyes.
"I confessed to him that he refused."
Under the stunned sight of the man, Cheng Xi continued, "He said, he likes you, and even for you, he doesn't want to be close to me."
"Shi Yue, A Qing's last words left with his secret. I promised he would not tell you."
Looking at the man who was shaking and about to collapse, he sneered.
"But I think it's too cheap for you."
"The pain he suffered, you also have to bear it again..."
"Go to A Qing's house, there are reasons why he left."
The numbness of Shi Yue's knees was down, and he knew that Cheng Xi was trying to make him suffer, but he went to He Qing's house like a moth.

This is a very narrow room, but it is only furnished, and there are dry vases on the table. Shi Yue slowly opens the drawer. As Cheng Xi said, there is a book lying quietly in it.
There is no date, no pagination, but it can be seen that it was written down day by day. The man shook his hand and opened one page after another.
A piece of paper was full of his name.
[The better the stone is, the better every shot is, if I am as good as he is! 】
The delicate handwriting, a little bit of the original things were recorded.
[Shi Yue talked to me today. Although I was a little farther away from him, I was also very happy. 】
[Shi Yue copied my homework today and gave me another small bread. The copying work was not good, but he wanted to talk to Shi Yue again. 】
[Shi Yue is really good, actually took the third grade! 】
It can be seen that the person who recorded this is very happy and timid. He is like a small animal who has always been shy. he.
The man's hand holding the diary was trembling all over, almost wrinkling the paper, and the so-called men who bleed without tears, which once believed, also became a joke.
"It turns out that..."
Obviously, the two love each other, and clearly Aqing likes him, obviously he wants to get it at his fingertips, but it is indeed the end.
"A Qing, A Qing..."
He murmured, but He Qing could no longer hear.
With tears in his eyes, the man looked on.
[Shi Yue had a girlfriend, why am I so uncomfortable, do I really like men? 】
[Shi Yue, say I hate me]
[Sorry, why did I become Shi Yue's annoying look, obviously, I want to please him. 】
There were still a few tears on the paper. The yellow marks had fallen into the man's eyes because of the age, and he pierced his heart like a sword.
The heart beats uncomfortably, but he insisted on turning the page.
[The doctor said that I might not be able to speak again in the future. Shi Yue hated me and called me dumb. If I couldn’t really speak, he would hate me even more. 】
[Yulin has been with me and told me not to go anywhere, but I really seem to have a look at what Shi Yue is doing. 】
Seeing this, Shi Yue's eyes flashed with pain.
Sure enough, the following is some messy handwriting.
[He said he hated me, and he wished me to die, I really, couldn’t stick to it]
No, it's not.
He didn't think so!
Tears dripped on the book, and the man shook his hand, trembling and turning pages.
A thick book full of thoughts of him.
Shi Yue looked, his legs were numb, and his eyes started to hurt, but his eyes were still staring at it.
Finally, to the last page.
[My parents gave up on me]
[Shi Yue hates me]
[No one likes me]
[Fortunately, I still have Yulin. If one day, even Yulin is lost, I might leave]
"No, not like this, not like this..."
The tears that had been steadfast in front, finally fell after seeing the last sentence.
Shi Yue pinched the diary in his hand, his face pale to the extreme.
He said that Zhong Yulin was the one who hurt A Qing.
A Qing said that Zhong Yulin was the last person he trusted.
The picture of the young man sleeping with his eyes closed and quietly sleeping on the white sheets flashed in his mind.
Shi Yue covered his head and broke into tears.
"A Qing, A Qing!!"
It turned out that I hurt you...
From beginning to end, it has always been me...
The man fell softly and hit the cabinet, and a photo fell out.
The yellowed photos have some smudges on them.
It was just himself.
"Shi Yue, what are you looking at!"
He leaned aside lazily, his eyes fixed on the young man standing timidly under the tree, his lips slantingly raised.
"Why don't you, I love what to see."
"Good, I don't care about you."
Click!
"Take a picture for you, and give it to you after washing it out!"
The man's eyes widened sharply, and he stared blankly into his hands with smudged photos.
Later, what happened?
"Did it fall into the water? Forget it, leave it alone, dirty, just a photo."
"Go away, it's raining heavily."
As he prepared to leave impatiently, the afterglow in the corner of his eyes seemed to see a thin figure running over in the rain and stopped involuntarily.
"Shi Yue? What are you doing, let's go, this thunderstorm is really heavy, and I will catch a cold again!"
Some reluctantly looked back at the teenager, he turned around, "Come."
I didn't look at the edge of the gutter anymore, just like the picture of raindrops, I left straight.
Twenty minutes later, he was wiping the water on his head impatiently, but he saw the wet boy came timidly.
When passing by him, he pulled the person out, sniffed his nose, and looked disgusted, "What's the smell on you! Stinks!"
The teenager was embarrassed by his face, carefully put his hands behind his back, and lowered his head silently.
"Sure enough, it's a little dumb, OK, hurry up."
Seeing the teenager can't wait to leave him, Shi Yue moved his nose.
It smells like it just came up from the smelly ditch.
In the stinking ditch...
The man's hand trembling uncontrollably, he opened his mouth and made a meaningless mute.
"what--"
"what……"
A Qing...
It's me, always me...
He Qingpiao was in the air, watching the man hug the book and the photo, and made an outrageous hissing sound, some little happy raised his lips.
He looked up at the man who stood outside the door with no expression, and raised his eyebrows.
Shi Yue dumb.
Psychological factors, he can no longer speak.
He can even say that he has no resistance against Cheng Xi in his career. In this way, in just two days, he has changed from a magnificent swingman to a dumb burdened with debt.
Cheng Xi didn't rush to kill, but Shi Yue had no desire to live.
On the day of He Qing's funeral, he spent all his effort to use all the remaining contacts. He wanted to sneak into the coffin and was found and thrown out.
"what!!"
In just two days, the man who had started to smell badly screamed in front of the door, but no one could understand what he was calling.
Eventually, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he watched as the coffin was lifted away.
Do not!
No!
A Qing, A Qing is his!
But no one is there, willing to listen to him...
On the second day, someone found a pit next to the tombstone. It was a man with a pained complexion in his mouth.
He buried himself alive.
After Cheng Xi knew the news, he was just asked to bury him.
He Qingpiao was in the air, watching the man get up, open a door and walk in.
In the ice coffin, lying quietly the sleeping young man.
He was not too cold, and slowly put his face on it, as if to feel the temperature of the youth through the ice coffin.
"A Qing..."
Cheng Xi's voice is very gentle, as if afraid to scare the youth, "Shi Yue is dead, he thought he would die next to you."
"He thought so well, how could I be willing to let A Qing leave me."
"Is it cold here?" The man gently stroked the ice coffin, his eyes full of pity.
"I'm sorry, I only have this way. You can bear it."
"Now that technology is so developed, one day, I will let you be reborn..."
Cheng Xi waited for 40 years to wait for the opportunity to resurrect He Qing.
He was old and trembling all over when he entered the ice cave. To ensure that He Qing’s body was not rotted, the temperature here was too low for ordinary people to bear. Cheng Xi was hard to resist, but now, he can’t resist Too.
When Cheng Xiao, who was already a handsome middle-aged man, found him again, Cheng Xi was frozen to the side of the coffin.
He leaned against the ice coffin, and a thin layer of frost had condensed on his eyes. His eyes were fixed on the young man, and his lips had a long, stiff smile.
A Qing, I'm sorry.
I can't wait for your rebirth.
【Ding! The target mission is dead, please host out of the world. 】

When He Qing was awake, it was different from the pain of the former body bones that seemed to be reorganized, but even the eyes were in pain.
In any case, do you have to be blind again?
The memory that should have been unobstructed was stirred in the brain chaotically, and he bit his teeth to avoid embarrassing cry.
"woo woo woo woo……"
He didn't cry, but there was a cry in his ear.
Before he could react, a scent of wind flew over and hugged him straight, with a woman's voice in her ears as if she was sad.
"A Qing, you will live with your aunt in the future, and the aunt will treat you like your own son!"
The woman's hand strength is not small, He Qing only felt that he was going to be strangled. He stretched out his hand and grabbed his hands, but he couldn't pull it apart.
Only then did he realize that his hands were white and tender, clearly the hands of a child.
Look at the surrounding environment again, a spiritual hall.
A picture of a pair of young men and women is placed on it. It seems that it should be his parents.
The memory was finally cleared up, He Qing used her milk to try hard to get out of this aunt's arms, but because of the small strength and small strength, she couldn't get out.
Seeing his face flushed with red, a pair of powerful men's arms rescued him from the woman's arms.
Then, as if he had no weight, he was hugged lightly.
The calm and nice male voice was talking coldly.
"Before Zhiwen left, it was clearly stated that A Qing's custody rights belonged to me. In the future, I will support A Qing."
The woman who claimed to be Aunt He Qing suddenly became unhappy, and she had no tears on her face. She stood up and yelled at the man.
"I'm A Qing's aunt, blood and family, whether it's emotionally or legally, A Qing should let me raise it!"
"On the basis of the will left before Zhiwen, a lawyer can prove it."
The man's voice was cold, and he had no feelings at all, but He Qing noticed that he held his hands a little softer, as if afraid of holding him tight, he felt uncomfortable.
"None of our relatives met before Zhiwen left! Who knows if your will was forged by you?"
"Yes, we just came from our hometown, who knows the will is true and false."
"I think you just want Zhiwen's family property."
He Qing cleverly nestled in the man's arms, watching his eyes cold.
This man is not good.
He reached out a small hand and hugged the person in front of him. His voice was hoarse because of crying too hard, but he was full of firmness.
"Dad said, let me follow my uncle."