HBWnovel Chapter 63
Chapter 63
Zhitao lay obediently in Sang Luo's arms, he was led by Sang Luo to sway gently, and the figures around him swayed in front of him, like wine in a glass, feeling dazzled under the light.
Sang Luo hugged the ground very tightly, and Zhitao's arm was stretched out with obvious red marks and arcs. The pain spread from the arm, very painful and hot, which made Zhitao have bad associations, like being surrounded by red iron, Also like a doll held by a rude child.
Zhitao blinked, and suddenly called softly: "Sang Luo."
This sound has a strong penetrating power. It crawled through Sang Luo's cochlea, slipped into the eardrum, crawled along his head, and got into Sang Luo's chaotic thoughts. Play back those short two words.
Zhitao gently leaned her head on his shoulder, complaining affectionately like his lover: "You hurt me."
The fragrance seeped out slowly this time, like a perfume that was not tightly closed, and the fragrance was volatilized from the mouth of the bottle. with.
The sound of breathing was mixed with his heartbeat, all of which reached Zhitao's ears, he showed a disgusted expression, but his tone was still very sweet, like nectar that lures bugs, "Let go of me, okay?"
The last word ah was soft and soft, with a trill, and scratched Sang Luo's eardrum like a feather, making his thoughts go blank for a moment, and unconsciously agreed: "Okay, okay, I'll let you go."
As he said this, he let go of the person he was holding, and the people around noticed Sang Luo's movements, and immediately pulled Sang Luo away in a hurry.
Sang Luo was pulled away from behind, and the servants used great strength to pull him to the ground in an instant, separated from Zhitao by a certain distance, he stretched his head in the direction of Zhitao, and said expectantly: "I Let go of you."
That's what he said, but it seemed to be expressing another meaning: Can you stop hating me.
Zhitao looked at his arm. There were purple finger prints on the neck of his hand. The arm was reddened due to long-term oppression. He gently brushed the red mark, and then looked up at Sang Luo. His beautiful The mouth said: "Calm down, you are so scary."
As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, the broken hair on his cheeks fell down, making him look extremely weak, and his childish gaze rested on the "tools". They have sharp blades, which can easily cut through the skin, and can also easily embed into the bone .
The sharp blade reminded him of what happened last year. It was an ordinary night. He was chased down the street by an unknown person. He ran for more than ten meters and was hacked several times. Blood flowed intermittently all the way and landed on the pale street. superior.
It was already late at night, so no matter how desperately he called for help, no one came to save him. In the end, Jiang Wenhao came out to find him.
At that time, the juvenile peaches were already insane, and the aroma was strong like rotten fruit, which was then maliciously crushed into juice, with a strong alcohol-like, death-like aroma.
"I, I like you, don't hate me."
After Zhitao heard the voice, he raised his head and looked at Sang Luo. Due to Zhitao's long silence, Sang Luo suffered a lot. His tears fell down, as if he wanted to accumulate a small lake of his own. Sang Luo opened his mouth , those big eyes looked straight at Zhitao, and said cautiously: "I only have you."
I only like you.
Sang Luo was pulled away by the servants three meters away, his dark blue Chinese tunic suit was covered with dust, and he looked completely embarrassed, but he didn't care about the rude actions of himself and others, just looking at Zhitao like this, just like looking at his heart of the whole world.
"That's it." Zhitao wiped the red marks vigorously with her fingers, and said softly, "Thank you for liking me."
It's so annoying, he stared at the happy Sang Luo with cold eyes, like looking at clothes soaked in dirty water, wishing to throw it into the trash can immediately.
But no, Zhitao doesn't want to experience the feeling of being resented by this kind of person again, especially a person who thinks that she has paid everything for him.
Just like the guy who stabbed people, he thought that he had given everything for coming out for Zhitao, so Zhitao must give him equal attention.
Sang Luo didn't notice Zhitao's insincere words, and cried out excitedly this time, he was like a believer talking to the gods, wishing to sacrifice his soul to Zhitao, he said intermittently: "I, have always been very like you."
Zhitao's arm was touched by Jiang Tong, he turned his head to look at Jiang Tong, Jiang Tong was looking at him worriedly, and whispered, "Should I apply some medicine first?"
Sang Luo's eyes also fell on Zhitao's arm, where there was obvious redness and swelling, and some places even turned purple. Zhitao's skin is easy to leave marks, and because of the white skin, these marks are particularly scary.
Sang Luo immediately became terrified, and only now realized what he had done, and repeated slowly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"I didn't mean it." He seemed to curl up completely, buried his head very low, and didn't dare to look at Zhitao.
Zhitao pushed Jiang Tong's hand down, walked towards him unhurriedly, squatted in front of him and said softly, "It's okay."
These three short words gave Sang Luo a lot of comfort, his eyes widened, and he looked at Zhitao brightly, like a child who has been praised.
"Sang Luo," Zhitao called his name again, and asked softly, "Why did you say..."
Zhitao paused for a moment before saying that sentence: "...What about the sentence 'I only have you'?"
Sang Luo's mouth trembled slightly, and it took a while before he said: "After I was kicked out of Sang's house, I went out to work as a doctor. They refused to let me be a doctor. After you left, the bird died, so I have nothing."
He stared straight at Zhitao, as if he blamed everything he encountered on Zhitao, Zhitao didn't care about his attitude, and asked: "Who are you talking about 'they'?"
"The Sang family." Sang Luo stared at his face and said in a daze.
The Sang family and the Jiang family, one built a temple and the other made a god. Zhitao remembered what Jiang Wenhao said before, but these seemed to have nothing to do with whether Sang Luo should be a doctor or not.
He thought about it, and asked, "Why didn't they let you be a doctor?"
Sang Luo said: "Because I want to be the head of the house."
Being the head of the house again, Zhitao stood up again, and looked down at Sang Luo who was in a state of embarrassment, "You should rest for a while, and help see a doctor later."
Sang Luo sat on the ground blankly watching him go away, the person behind him laughed and said mockingly: "Doctor Sang, do you think he will be so gentle to you after he knows what you have done?"
Sang Luo quickly raised his head to look at the man, the man had a smile on his face, and the four pupils in his eyes were gurgling. Sang Luo looked at those eyes, squeezed his hands unconsciously, and said with difficulty: "How do you ..."
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"Mr. Zhi, the medicine is here." Jiang Tong said holding the ointment, and he handed the medicine to Zhitao while talking.
Zhitao picked up the small ointment and observed it for a few seconds, then asked suspiciously: "Is this medicine useful?"
"It's useful. This is the Jiang family's unique medicine. It can heal all injuries." Jiang Tong saw that Zhitao was just looking at it, then took the ointment back from his hand and opened it.
As soon as it was opened, a faint fragrance overflowed from it, Zhitao moved her nose and said casually, "This fragrance is quite pleasant."
Jiang Tong put the cork in his hand on the table, and after hearing this, he looked up at Zhitao very covertly, his eyes were focused on his mouth, the same but more powerful fragrance leaked from there, his eyes stuck to his lips After a while, I lowered my head to take the medicine again. The medicine was milky white and fine in texture.
Zhitao stretched out her arm in front of him, watching him busy casually, the ointment felt a little cold when it was first applied, and then it quickly melted on the arm, and the fragrance after melting came out, and the scar on the hand also quickly eased .
Zhitao sat up straight in amazement, stretched out his arm from Jiang Tong's arms, and held it up in front of his eyes to observe carefully. Looking closely, the scars recovered more obviously, and the red and swollen skin turned back to white. He couldn't help sighing: " This medicine is amazing."
His eyes moved to Jiang Tong's hand, the white porcelain bottle was lying there, Zhitao took it with his hand, the fragrance on his arm swayed under Jiang Tong's nose, and even the room was surrounded by that fragrance, Jiang Tong's dark eyes Staring at the empty palm, as if thinking about something.
"What kind of medicine is this?" Zhitao asked him casually while playing with the porcelain bottle.
Jiang Tong licked his lips, still looking obedient, "Only the Patriarch of the Jiang family knows this medicine, I don't know what it is."
Zhitao got annoyed when he heard the Patriarch, put the porcelain vase in his hand on the table, and there was a crisp knock between the porcelain and the wooden table, he frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "Why is it the Patriarch again?"
"There are patriarchs everywhere, and everything is a patriarch," he said, adding resentment for no reason in his heart, and his tone became more and more bad: "What is this patriarch, and he has to choose such a person."
Zhitao said that his chest was heaving and heaving, and he obviously didn't say a few words, but he was angry with himself first. Jiang Wenhao's disappearance after becoming the head of the family left a deep shadow in his heart.
"The head of the family is the biggest beneficiary," Jiang Tong said softly, staring at him with double pupils in his eyes, "but at the same time, he is also the first to be found."
Zhitao stared at him blankly, and a question popped out of his mouth: "Who found it?"
There was silence between them, and there was no sound in the room until Jiang Tong's laughter broke the silence. The sound was like a stone falling into a lake, making everything alive again. He said, "It was found by the gods."
The god with four eyes can examine the world and see people's hearts clearly. Jiang Tong's voice is indistinct in the dark room, like a snake swaying his body, climbing behind Zhitao, and even the knife wound on his back is complicated pain.
"But," Jiang Tong put the ointment on again, and said with a smile: "These are just gossips that have been circulated in the town before. After the statue was smashed, no one believed these words. good."
Zhitao looked into his eyes, nodded absent-mindedly, thinking one after another, and suddenly said after a while: "The god hates the Patriarch."
That's why Mr. Jiang's eyes were full of worms. Jiang Wenhao had been missing for many days, but...
Before Zhitao could continue thinking, Jiang Tong interrupted his thinking, "How could it be?"
Jiang Tong squeezed the ointment and stood up, then walked outside the house, leaving only a light sentence.
"After all, gods were raised by them."
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感谢在2022-07-0109:33:52~2022-07-0220:11:43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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of gulu meow;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!