Chapter 69

When the private doctor came in, Xiao Ziyu was sitting dignifiedly by the bed, looking calm and peaceful as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Jinchuan noticed the suspicious redness and swelling on his lips, frowned and asked, "What were you doing just now? You closed the doors and windows in broad daylight."

"I just turned it off." Xiao Ziyu asked hurriedly, "How is Wen Ci?"

"They are just superficial injuries. Just rest for a while and you'll be fine." Xiao Jinchuan avoided the main point and didn't mention the tears and scars on private parts. "Take care of yourself first."

The private doctor's diagnosis was similar to Yuan Heng's. There was no problem with the bones, only soft tissue contusion, and it could be cured by rubbing medicated oil for two days.

Xiao Ziyu lay on the bed, his clothes lifted up and his long hair pushed to the side of his face. He felt that the eyes of the three people behind him were focused on him. He said a little uncomfortably: "It's not serious. It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Don't be stubborn," Xiao Jinchuan interrupted, "Rest in bed for the next few days and try to recover before the filming."

Yuan Heng was afraid that he would be embarrassed, so he covered Xiao Ziyu's clothes first. His tall figure stood beside the bed and ruthlessly drove him away: "Everyone, if you don't have anything important to do, you can leave first."

There was no one in the room. Xiao Ziyu tried to stand up, but he pushed him back down: "Lie down."

Xiao Ziyu didn't like this posture: "I'll sit down."

"It will get on your pants if you sit down," Yuan Heng held his shoulder, making sure he didn't move, then poured some medicated oil on his hands, rubbing them and waiting for it to dissolve.

Xiao Ziyu turned his head to look at him, and felt that this action was somewhat familiar. It was when he was filming "Maple Forest Evening" and got frostbitten after going into the water. Yuan Heng forced him to apply medicated wine.

Feeling warm on his waist, Yuan Heng raised his hand and covered it: "What are you thinking about?"

"It was you who helped me apply medicine on my frostbite that time I went into the water," Xiao Ziyu said.

Yuan Heng pretended to be enlightened: "So you were thinking of controlling me at that time."

As Xiao Ziyu was the one being served, it was difficult for him to make trouble. His skin was rubbed until it was soft, and he said in a fake tone, "Thank you, Mr. Yuan."

Yuan Heng patted his round butt with the back of his hand: "I told you, there will be a time to settle accounts with you."

The next day, Qi Huai went south as promised, bringing an encrypted notebook, and sorted and organized the evidence in the USB drive with Yuan Heng.

Most of the videos were secretly filmed and concentrated in clubs and nightclubs. The faces in them are both familiar and unfamiliar. The equipment rooms and training rooms that flash by are creepy.

Xiao Ziyu only read half of it when he felt nauseous in his chest. He stood up from the table and walked out of the room quickly. He couldn't help but dry heave a few times.

The candid camera was already trembling and unstable, the erosive lights were blinding, the white flesh was put into all sorts of strange poses, and surrounded by greedy and ugly faces.

Yuan Heng followed him out and handed him a glass of soda water. Xiao Ziyu took two big gulps, and his eyes were wet and red.

Yuan Heng held him in his arms and stroked his long, smooth hair in a comforting manner: "The situation is a bit serious now. I may have to go back to Yunjing in person."

Xiao Ziyu subconsciously clenched his arm. His fear and reluctance only lasted for a moment. He whispered, "You have to be careful."

"I will be back before the weekend and participate in the recording of the program as usual," Yuan Heng leaned over and touched his forehead to his. "Qinglan Garden is a good place. Have a good rest."

That night, Xiao Ziyu had a nightmare. He dreamed that he was holding Wen Ci's hand and running quickly. In the thick darkness behind him, he heard footsteps gradually approaching, and then a horn sounded. When he looked up, a heavy truck was already in front of him.

He subconsciously raised his hand to block the glaring car lights, and then he felt someone gently picking him up.

Yuan Heng patted his shoulders gently until the sleeping man stopped shaking, then he pulled up the quilt and gently held Xiao Ziyu in his arms.

Xiao Ziyu slept soundly in the second half of the night, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind in his ears. When he woke up in the early morning, the bed next to him was empty and Yuan Heng had left.

Qinglan Garden was shaded by vegetation and it was lonely to walk around alone. After breakfast, he accompanied Xiao Jinchuan to the backyard to practice martial arts for a while. Because he was distracted, he was thrown to the ground by the other party without mercy.

"You've regressed so much," Xiao Jinchuan stood with his hands behind his back and raised his chin towards him, "Come again."

Xiao Ziyu got up, but was restrained again within two or three moves. He took the initiative to beg for mercy: "I was distracted."

The two men were as cold as frost and snow, one was hard and cold, the other was aloof. One stood and the other sat facing each other. In the end, Xiao Jinchuan softened his heart, stepped forward to pull Xiao Ziyu up, and patted the dirt off his body: "Don't worry, Mr. Yuan... will be fine."

Xiao Ziyu was a little surprised: "Brother?"

"Wen Ci told me everything that happened yesterday." Xiao Jinchuan's expression remained unchanged, but something in his heart was quietly loosening.

After Xiao Ziyu lost contact yesterday, Yuan Heng's anxiety was not fake, and his loss of composure on the side of the road did not seem like a disguise. Xiao Jinchuan thought about it all night. Regardless of whether Yuan Heng had lost his memory or not, Xiao Ziyu could occupy enough weight in his heart, which made people feel more at ease.

They parted too early in their previous life. In his eyes, Xiao Ziyu was still that little 15-year-old boy who would occasionally slack off during practice and would pester him with questions when he heard a story he liked.

He always forgets that Xiao Ziyu is already an adult who can stand on his own feet, dares to love and hate, is responsible, and can be responsible for his own future.

He touched Xiao Ziyu's hair and helped him straighten his long hair like he used to do: "No matter who you like or who you want to be with, Qinglan Garden will provide you with a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Your senior brother is not old yet, and he can protect you for a few more years."

Xiao Ziyu's eyes were filled with heat. As soon as he raised his head, Xiao Jinchuan poked him on the tip of his nose: "Stop, you are an adult, don't try this on me."

He was also a little embarrassed and turned his head to look elsewhere: "Then I will continue to practice with my brother."

"Okay, go back and rest," Xiao Jinchuan sighed, "If you are absent-minded and get injured again, will Yuan Heng bother me when he comes back?"

Xiao Ziyu ran to the Fengyu Pavilion and spent the afternoon playing the guqin. The next morning, the bruises on his waist had subsided a lot. He went to the yard to stretch his legs. When he looked up, he saw Wen Ci leaning on the second-floor corridor in a daze.

Since he had already seen it, he didn't try to hide it. He used his Qinggong to fly to the second floor. His soles touched the railing and he stopped steadily in front of Wen Ci: "Do you feel better today?"

"Much better," Wen Ci said a little shyly.

He thought he would feel awkward living in Qinglan Garden, but apart from the private doctor who came to see him, no one came up to disturb him. Yesterday he felt really stuffy in his room and wanted to go out for some fresh air, but he accidentally got lost. The old housekeeper showed up at the right time and led him back.

He had never experienced such considerate and appropriate care before, so he felt a little terrified: "I am causing trouble for Mr. Xiao if I stay here, so I'd better go back."

The matter has not been resolved yet. I am most afraid that something might go wrong at this time. Besides, Wen Ci's mood is still unstable. What if he has thoughts of suicide again? Xiao Ziyu advised: "Qinglan Garden is so big, one more person like you is not a big deal. Now Wu Xianyong has not been arrested yet, and going out rashly may be disadvantageous to you."

Wen Ci's eyes dodged: "But, after all, I..."

"You didn't mean it, did you?" Xiao Ziyu's heart began to beat faster when he thought of the information in the USB drive. He understood the feeling of being controlled by others and could even empathize with them.

Xiao Ziyu's attitude was open-minded enough, but Wen Ci couldn't let it go completely. He smiled self-deprecatingly: "Although you are younger than me, it feels like you have experienced a lot."

"Maybe," Xiao Ziyu laughed jokingly. Everyone has times when they feel depressed. Even if you are lucky enough to stand outside the cage, you have no right to judge other people's suffering with a condescending attitude.

Yuan Heng had been gone for two days and there had been no news. Xiao Ziyu was afraid of distracting him, so he didn't call to inquire about the situation. It rained again on Saturday night and he was awakened by the sound of muffled thunder. The rumbling sound accompanied by the sound of rain reminded him of the water dungeon where he had been imprisoned, and he lost all desire to sleep.

He curled up in the quilt and took out his cell phone. It was just 3:30 in the morning. Xiao Ziyu slowly typed a line of simplified Chinese characters and fell asleep holding the phone.

The sky was clear in the early morning and the sun was bright, with only some traces of heavy rain in the humid air. Xiao Ziyu went to the yard to practice martial arts and get some fresh air. He vaguely remembered what happened last night, but he didn't remember it until he turned on his cell phone. His eyes widened instantly.

He sent a message to Yuan Heng: It was a stormy night with thunder and lightning all day long, no one slept in the bed, no one covered me with the quilt, and no one cared when I woke up.

With a click, the phone fell to the ground.

Xiao Ziyu covered his face with his hands, squatted down slowly in shame, and muttered softly. He actually sent his thoughts to her so bluntly. Yuan Heng did not reply. I don’t know whether he did not see it or did not want to care even if he saw it.

He couldn't stay in Qinglan Garden, so he passed through the Moon Gate and followed the road to the back mountain. The trees in the south are straight and tall, not as thick and sturdy as those in the north. The thick green covers the sky, blocking out the sun, blurring time, and finally fading some of the shameful memories.

At dusk, he came back reluctantly, and his phone was empty with no new messages. He felt uneasy, wondering if Yuan Heng found it strange and deleted him.

As soon as he returned to the backyard, he ran into Xiao Jinchuan and the old housekeeper going to the back mountain to look for someone. After catching him, he gave him a warning: "You are much braver. The back mountain has not been developed. There are insects and snakes. Go and give them some snacks."

Xiao Ziyu's ears were red, he felt helpless and pitiful: "Senior Brother..."

"What's wrong?" Xiao Jinchuan saw that something was wrong with him and touched his forehead first, "Don't tell me that he has been bewitched by something unclean."

Before I knew how to answer, I heard the sound of brakes coming from the private road. The wooden door was pushed open, and Yuan Heng, dressed in a black suit, walked in with unparalleled sharpness. He walked with his long legs and broad strides, looking as domineering as if he was wearing the robes of a prince.

In front of his senior brother, Xiao Ziyu couldn't talk about personal matters, so he asked seriously, "Have you finished with everything?"

Yuan Heng looked at him, thinking back to when Xiao Ziyu first moved into Blue Sea, he was so cautious, vigilant, and inquisitive.

Like a cat that suddenly moved to a new environment.

"The evidence has been sent to the police station, and a case has been filed. Because it involves a wide range of people, further investigation is needed." Yuan Heng said, "After that, we need Wen Ci's cooperation to take a statement."

"Where is Wu Xianyong?" Xiao Jinchuan asked.

"Wu Xianyong's personal assets have been frozen, and he cannot leave Yunjing until the investigation is completed," Yuan Heng whispered, "The old man can't get away this time."

Xiao Jinchuan only cared about the consequences of this scumbag. After knowing the result, he nodded slightly and left first: "Dinner is ready, Mr. Yuan, take a rest and come and eat together."

Xiao Ziyu turned around with him, but Yuan Heng reached out and grabbed his arm. He was shocked: "What?"

Yuan Heng pulled him in front of him and looked down at him, "What does that message mean?"

Xiao Ziyu looked straight ahead, just in time to see the well-shaped Adam's apple, and stammered, "It was just sent to the wrong person."

Yuan Heng asked: "Did you send it to the wrong person, or did you send it to the wrong words?"

Xiao Ziyu could only admit: "I woke up in the middle of the night and my mind wasn't very clear."

"So you sent a message to blame me," Yuan Heng pinched his earlobe through his hair. He didn't feel any pain, just an itch. "No one slept with him, no one covered him, no one cared about him. What a triple sin."

"Didn't you admit it either?" Xiao Ziyu brushed away his hand that was pinching him and poked Yuan Heng's shoulder with two fingers.

The skylight had faded, leaving behind two tall shadows, one high and one low.

Yuan Heng let him poke for a while, then clenched the two fingers and said in a low and hoarse voice: "I worked all night to file the case, and I saw your message at five in the morning. Qi Huai was watching, and the police were watching. Not only did I not reply, I didn't even dare to look at it, for fear that if I looked at it for one more time, I would give up and come back to be your slave."

He didn't realize that he was tightening his palm, but Xiao Ziyu felt pain from the grip. "Yuan Heng..."

Yuan Heng caught him. It was dusk, a good time to commit the crime. "I admit the three crimes. How is Mr. Xiao going to punish me?"

Xiao Ziyu was speechless. He was worried for a whole day, and then he was at a loss for words after being questioned: "Don't do anything stupid."

Yuan Heng thought to himself that only he could resist seducing someone in the middle of the night.

But he still couldn't bear to scare people, so he held the two fingers and kissed them to his lips, then raised his eyelids and looked up from bottom to top: "Were you scared last night?"

Xiao Ziyu managed to say, "No."

"Yesterday was a special case," Yuan Heng said, "from now on, no matter if there is a thunderstorm or a rainstorm, I will be with you."