You can't talk about dead people, it's unlucky.
Xianjin made three "Pah, pah, pah" sounds and knocked on the tree trunk next to him three times.
"You entrusted your sister and your family's belongings to me and then you ran away! You ran away!" Xianjin paced back and forth, his legs almost swinging out of the shadows. The anger and worry that had accumulated for two years burst out instantly, "Why are you running away! How old are you? What good can you do?! Is it possible that the situation in Fujian will change drastically because of you?! Are you the Dragon King of the South China Sea? Or the Dinghai Shenzhen? Do you think that you, Qiao Baoyuan, are amazing and can do anything! You, you, you——!"
Xianjin's eyes were moist and he wiped them with the back of his hand. He was about to continue scolding when he heard Qiao Hui's low voice.
The sound was low, like a piece of shiny, smooth silk being cut into pieces by a knife.
"The Dragon King of the East Sea——"
Xianjin didn't hear clearly, "Huh?"
Qiao Hui raised his head slightly, his expression solemn and serious, "The area next to Fujian is not the South China Sea, but the East China Sea, so he is the Dragon King of the East China Sea."
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The familiar feeling of madness and suffocation!
Xianjin seemed to have transformed into Wolverine, using Qiao Hui as a cat scratching board, scratching him madly with his ten spiked mechanical fingers!
Xianjin took a deep breath.
The corners of Qiao Hui's lips slightly raised, but the amplitude became larger and larger. He stretched out his hand and gestured "please". The oilcloth lantern swayed, and the dim and misty light of the oil lamp shone on the pine needles. Qiao Hui took the first step, and the dry pine needles under his feet made a crisp sound of being crushed.
"It was me. It was at that time. I went to see Baozhu. The little girl had gained a little weight. First I went to Fujian, then to the capital, and finally returned to Nanzhili."
Qiao Hui answered them one by one. When it came to the questions that were not easy to answer, Qiao Hui slowed down his tone and said, "I wanted to write a letter, but there was no hairtail fish willing to help me deliver the letter while floating on the sea, so I ran aground several times."
As for the following question, Qiao Hui paused, thought for a moment, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Xianjin.
"What's wrong with your voice?" the girl asked softly with a frown.
Qiao Hui's pause was prolonged.
After a long while, Qiao Hui calmly unbuttoned his clothes and raised his chin slightly, revealing his clearly protruding collarbone, a small part of his chest with clear contours, and his slightly trembling Adam's apple.
Xianjin:?
Qiao Hui's fingers have distinct joints and fall above the collarbone.
"My neck was slashed right where my voice comes from. I barely managed to survive, but my voice has been damaged."
Amitabha.
Xianjin's gaze finally broke through all the tempting obstacles and fell on the hideous scar about an inch above Qiao Hui's collarbone.
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