don't talk about the past

The winter rain lasted for more than a month, and it stopped and stopped, but the sky was always leaden and gloomy, unable to get rid of the gloomy clouds and mist.

so cold!It's so cold outside!Mi Huaile leaned on the frosted window and looked at the icy and snowy world outside. Big and big snowflakes were falling densely, and the silver-clad snowflakes were extremely enchanting.The room was as warm as spring, and Mi Huaile looked back. Dad happened to spread scarlet and gold-sprinkled paper on the desk, and mother stood beside him, flipping through a yellowed booklet. Auspicious Spring Festival couplets.Mi Huaile became interested, and ran over to read, and saw the black willow-style running script, gradually forming on the tip of his father's ups and downs, smelling the faint fragrance of Hui ink, listening to his mother's soft voice reading out the words written by his father word by word, When he was young, he felt that the Chinese New Year was so beautiful.Father pasted up the Spring Festival couplets, hugged him on his lap, and asked half jokingly and half seriously, "Huai Le, do you know why Mom and Dad gave you this name?"

Mi Huaile shook his head, blinking his big bright eyes puzzledly: "Why?"

"Because you cried so much and were so sad when you were just born, it seemed like you had been wronged so much, so Mom and Dad hoped that you would use up all the sorrow at that time and live your life happily."

The young Mi Huaile nodded, then shook his head uncertainly, he didn't know what it meant to be happy, but he saw his father smiling, that smile was so kind, so warm, and so reassuring.

Mom brought out the hot dumplings from the kitchen, Mi Huaile clapped her hands happily, pinched one and blew it cold, stuffed it into Mi Huaile's mouth, the delicious and soft taste made him squint his eyes contentedly, mom stretched out her hand to scrape it His red nose teased him: "If one day Mom and Dad separate, who will you follow?"

"Hmm..." Mi Huaile pursed her pink lips and said earnestly, "Of course I followed my mother."

"Oh? Why?" The mother glanced at her father with a smile, then looked at Mi Huaile and waited for his answer.

"Because mom will cook a lot of delicious food for Lele, and mom will tell nice stories to Lele," the mother couldn't hide her disappointment, and asked with a sigh, "Oh! Is it because of this that Lele chose mom?"

"No, no..." Mi Huaile waved his hands hastily, "The most important thing is, Lele loves her mother."

Hearing this, his father laughed heartily, and his mother happily held up Mi Huaile's little face and kept kissing: "Mom and Dad promised Lele that our family will always be together and will never be separated."

His father's promise was not fulfilled in the end, and Mi Huaile, who lived alone, often thought of the words his father said to him when he was a child: together forever, never apart.But how far is forever?Is it as far as we can go, or as far as we can imagine?What is forever to measure?Is it a matter of life and death, or is it a bond that will never change until death?How can eternity be possessed by us who are like ants?Those obscure, jerky words that are not dared to speak lightly, pondering between our lips and teeth, biting our hearts, our love, our affection, only eternity, is an oracle that we cannot touch and cannot reach , is a departure from our existence.

Mi Huaile can't forget his father's generous palm patting him affectionately, and his mother's soft kiss on his cheek.

Yesterday was like a dream, and when I woke up, it was cold.

I've slept for a long time, too long... It's time to wake up.Mi Huaile opened his eyes suddenly, his scalp was uncomfortably itchy, he raised his hand to scratch, and actually felt a big hole with eggplant growing an inch long.The scars stretched unevenly in the short hair that just emerged, showing the severity of the trauma.The sporadic fragments were reorganized in his mind and connected in series to form the entire injury process.He sat up uneasily and lifted his legs out of bed, but suddenly his feet went limp and he knelt down on the ground.The sound alarmed the guards outside the door, and hurriedly opened the door and trotted into the house.The visitor glanced at him and hurried out again.

Mi Huaile heard the man on the phone.Who should I report his situation to?He looked around, and all he saw were unfamiliar scenes.Since he was injured in a car accident, he should be lying in the hospital now. No matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary house.Who saved him and arranged him to cultivate here?The first thing Mi Huaile thought of was Zhou Pujiang.It was useless to think too much, so he simply let go and waited for the person who could explain all the situation to him.

After dinner, Mi Huaile heard movement in the hallway, and after listening carefully, he noticed the footsteps of one more person.The man walked steadily, and after hearing the report from the nurse outside, he walked towards his room unhurriedly.When the door opened, Mi Huaile saw who was coming.Is the arrogant posture, the staring eyes from top to bottom, and the cold and ruthless expression an illusion?The person in front of him looked at him with a half-smile, his straightforward appearance was nowhere to be found.

"Finally woke up, I was really worried that you would die like this." The tone of his words was like a stranger.

Mi Huaile stared blankly at the person standing in front of him, familiar but as if he had never seen him before, with an ominous premonition in his heart, looking into the dark eyes of that person, his forehead was dripping with sweat.

Feeling on pins and needles, Shen Guang simply got up and walked back and forth in the office.The 33rd floor of this building is the office of Zhou Pujiang, CEO of Chenqi.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Zhou Pujiang opened the door and came in, throwing the documents in his hand on the table.He was dressed as an elite, standing in front of Shen Guang, who was full of dejection and didn't have time to shave his beard, the contrast was sharp.

The man in front of him had red eyes, was unkempt, and probably hadn't changed his clothes for a long time, and could smell a faint odor.Zhou Pujiang looked at the person in front of him and snorted coldly: "Is it so sad to leave him? If you are here to tell me that you can't fulfill your promise, then you should know my answer."

Shen Guang didn't react for a while, paused, and said anxiously: "It's not about this! Mi Huaile... he's missing!"

Ever since Mi Huaile expressed his attitude and rejected all of Zhou Pujiang's good intentions, Zhou Pujiang has never seen Mi Huaile again.That person hides himself in a hard shell, doesn't let him touch it, doesn't give him a chance to enter, doesn't allow him to show love.He didn't understand how he was different from the people in front of him?He didn't even understand why Mi Huaile's reaction was so calm after he told the truth.Can time really change everything?He began to accept the possibility that he had denied thousands of times - Mi Huaile never liked him, never.Thinking of this, Zhou Pujiang became irritable and frowned impatiently: "Why did he disappear? How did you know? Didn't he already..."

"Yes, he..." Shen Guang thought of the cruel words he said in front of his lover that day, and was momentarily at a loss for words in sadness, "I forced him to leave, but then... Then he had a car accident, and it was reported in the news, I went I went to the hospital, but the nurse said he had already been picked up."

Annoyed, Shen Guang sat back in the chair, bowed up, put his elbows on his knees, put his hands in his hair and said to himself: "I thought it was you, but you have already made clear your purpose, and I also quit. What reason do you have?" Hide him? I can't find him, I can't find him anywhere..." I didn't dare to think about it, I really didn't dare to think about it.It has been a month. During this period, he went crazy to every hospital in the city, public or private, as long as it can be called a health center, he has been there, but he can't find Mi Huaile anywhere. .He couldn't think calmly and didn't know what else he could do.Finally, he had to come to Zhou Pujiang and beg him for help.

"Then why didn't you come to me sooner!" Looking at the cowardly and incompetent person in front of him, he felt angry, "How long ago?"

"How long?" Shen Guang was puzzled.

"How long has he been missing!" The angry flames in his chest engulfed Zhou Pujiang's reason, and his clenched fingers rattled, he wished he could punch Shen Guang in the face.

Finally unable to hold back anymore, the man stood up abruptly and walked into Zhoupu River, almost touching the tip of his nose, with a hint of anger in his tone: "You blame me? Who forced me to leave him? And who patted his chest and said Cherish him and take good care of him? Who promised me that as long as I quit, I will give him happiness? What your mother said is all fart, right! Your so-called concern is eaten by dogs?! Mi Huai Le disappeared for a month and you don’t even know?! How long have you not seen him? How long have you not contacted him? You irresponsible bastard!”

Zhou Pujiang was silent.At that time, he was also confused by the lard, and Mi Huaile didn't let him approach, so could he be obedient and stay away?

Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang. Zhou Pujiang took a deep breath to calm down and pressed the speakerphone: "It's me, what's wrong?"

The secretary's charming voice came out: "President Zhou, a man named Mi Huaile called you and said he was an old acquaintance of yours, and he was waiting on the second line."

The second line is Zhou Pujiang's private number, and the only ones he knows are his close relatives and people who are important to him.After he gave this number to Mi Huaile, he desperately hoped that he would call him, but Mi Huaile never used it once.

Now that he was the first to call him after being missing for more than a month, what does that mean?Raising eyebrows and Shen Guang looked at each other, Zhou Pujiang chuckled, and said to the secretary with a slightly better attitude: "Take it."

"Ok."

Hearing a 'beep', the man immediately said: "Xiaomi? Is that you, Xiaomi? Where are you now? Are you okay?"

"Mr. Zhou, it seems that what your lover said is true!" The person who spoke used a voice changer, but it was not Mi Huaile.

Zhou Pujiang's face turned cold, and there was frost in his words: "Who are you? What do you want?"

"It's a pleasure to deal with Mr. Zhou, so I'll get straight to the point. I want your life!"

Hearing that man speak like this, Shen Guang was taken aback, and looked at Zhou Pujiang again, but he looked very ordinary: "Let Mi Huaile listen to the phone."

Only the person on the other end of the phone shouted in a deep voice: "Speak!"

Zhou Pujiang and Shen Guang finally heard the man's voice, and their hearts were relieved. As long as Mi Huaile is still alive, nothing else matters.

"Mr. Zhou, do you understand my request? You are the only one here. If you let me know that you have notified the police or your shady forces, you can wait to collect Mi Huaile's body."

"it is good."

Putting down the phone, he glanced sideways at the man who was at a loss at the scene, Zhou Pujiang said: "You go! This matter has nothing to do with you. Remember! If you want Mi Huaile to be safe, don't call the police."

Shen Guang walked out quietly, but his heart was in a mess.He understands that there are many threads involved, and no outsider can participate, but why is Mi Huaile involved?He couldn't figure it out, and couldn't possibly understand it.Perhaps the only thing he can do now is to pray, pray that nothing will happen to Mi Huaile, and pray that he will come back quickly, even if he returns to Zhou Pujiang's embrace.

Pressing the call button, Zhou Pujiang called his bodyguard, thought for a moment and said: "Go and find out who else was at the scene of the car accident that day; the time when Mi Huaile was admitted to the hospital and the time when he was transferred out, and the surveillance video before and after this; Who signed the consent form? Find it out and let him spit it out; all the news reports on Mi Huaile on the TV station that day; and the detailed information of the colleagues who had close contact with him; locate the source of the phone call just now, the address should be as detailed as possible. After a pause, he said again, "Grab Ji Hai, cut off his tongue and send it to his father."

Just as the bodyguard promised to go out, Zhou Pujiang seemed to think of something again, and stopped him and said, "Notify Zhou Puyang, ask her to strengthen her defense, and then find any reason to invite the children of other deacons in the gang to the house to keep them under control. Change."

Blindfolded, Mi Huaile obediently sat in a wheelchair and was tied up.Someone pushed him out the door, smelling earthy, and then went down a slope, feeling the damp and cold air against his skin, Mi Huaile shivered, he didn't dare to talk nonsense, just now he called Zhou Pu Jiang refused to come, and was immediately slapped twice.The injured place was burning and painful, and he was afraid, the shadows from the past flooded into his mind again, screaming the fear of bone erosion.

The wheelchair stopped, and the man leaned close to his ear and whispered: "You are really lucky! No, it should be said that luck is more appropriate. It's a pity that this person is not as lucky as you, so you can stay here with him." After finishing speaking , the man took off his blindfold, the light was glaring, Mi Huaile closed his eyes to relieve the discomfort, "Open your eyes! Look at him carefully! He died because of you, shouldn't you sincerely repent to him? The man grabbed Mi Huaile's hair and forced him to raise his face. Mi Huaile slowly opened his eyes in fear, "Ah!" He looked forward in horror.

In the glass coffin in front of him lay a person, who seemed to have been dead for a long time. The body had been embalmed, leaving only muscles and skin, and the abdominal cavity collapsed, apparently even the internal organs were taken out.There was not a single piece of clothing covering his body, and the countless hideous scars and stitches stood out on his pale skin.

"This was shot. Although the range is not far, it has great lethality at close range." The man pointed to several radial wounds, "Although the bullet holes were small, the bullets left behind after penetrating the body The trauma is huge. Do you know how long it took me to mend the flesh?"

Mi Huaile clenched his lower lip and shook his head violently. The sensory stimulation of vision and hearing made him lose control, and tears kept pouring out.After he saw the garish yellow hair of the man lying in the coffin, he was sure he was one of the five men who raped him.

"This was shot with a homemade shotgun." The man pinched the back of Mi Huaile's neck and pushed his upper body onto the glass coffin. "I took out a total of 29 steel balls from him." The man snorted coldly, "He was beaten Bloody and bloody, it should be painful."

Unable to bear this kind of persecution any longer, Mi Huaile spoke weakly: "But...but I didn't harm him, on the contrary, I was the victim. He...he treated me..." With difficulty, he opened his dry mouth. Lips, with difficulty spit out a hoarse voice.

The man said coldly: "What did he do to you? Did he rape you? Heh! Why don't you ask your good lover? Don't always act like a victim. Everything happens for a reason!"

Putting Mi Huaile back on the seat, the man raised his chin, taking a panoramic view of those fears, worries, weaknesses, and collapses: "So I say you are lucky, you can save your life every time." Concentrated fiercely, "Let me see if you can really be lucky forever."

"Wait! You... what do you mean?" Mi Huaile's teeth chattered, and his heart beat wildly with boundless fear.

"Zhou Pujiang will be here soon, let's play a little game. If he wins, you two can get out of here safe and sound. If he loses, I'll bring his body and weld the basement door shut. With you and him by my side, my brother won't be lonely." The man couldn't help laughing wildly, walked out of the basement, and with a gentle push from his wrist, closed the thick gate made of cast iron.

Cold sweat drenched Mi Huaile's clothes, no, what is this?He hasn't figured out what's going on, so why let him be buried with him?However, his hands and feet were handcuffed, his body was fixed in a wheelchair, and he had just regained consciousness. His whole body was limp and he didn't even have the strength to speak loudly. How could he save himself?Do you really want to sit here and wait to die?If I had known it earlier, I would have gone to see Shen Guang again, as a way of saying goodbye!With mixed feelings in his heart, but he couldn't think of a solution, he closed his eyes dejectedly, and waited quietly, waiting for death to come, or... the only glimmer of hope, Mi Huaile didn't dare to think about it.If he comes, he may lose his life!