Chapter 91 Old Friends and Old Events

The soft moonlight sprinkled on the earth, like a thin layer of clouds, the stars in the night sky were dazzling, the cold wind blew, the snow fluttered, and they looked at each other across the path.

The pedestrians on the street had already gone into the house to sleep because of the cold. In the silent night, there was only the sound of wind blowing snow.

Gu Bingchen's shoes stepped on a dead branch, making a crisp sound. He held the handle of the umbrella and looked across the path through the snow.

"Song Shinan? It's really you." The tone was flat, without any ups and downs, without a trace of excitement and joy of meeting an old friend again.

Song Shinan slowly exhaled smoke, which was soon blown away by the wind. He put out the cigarette butt, raised his eyes, and raised his chin slightly, with an elegant and calm demeanor: "Long time no see."

"I thought you died a long time ago." Gu Bingchen returned subconsciously.

"You are not dead, how can I die?" Song Shinan's handsome face was covered with a false smile.

"Do you like me so much? You want to die after me."

"Yes, yes, I like you to die~"

The conversation between the two was full of guns and sticks, and the yin and yang were weird.

Gu Hua looked left and right, thinking that she had been hanging out with Tang Yichao for a long time, and her usually indifferent expression revealed a hint of gossip.

Jiang Yunqi raised his hand and held the cold hand on the umbrella handle: "Aren't you tired?"

Gu Bingchen stopped his sarcastic remarks and looked at Song Shinan coldly, but when he lowered his head to answer, his tone was gentle: "Well, let's go."

Song Shinan looked at the backs of the two people who were very well matched and sneered: "Even a psychopath like you can find a partner. God is really blind."

Gu Bingchen didn't stop walking, The deep voice was a little cold: "You are only good at talking."

When the three walked away and could no longer see their backs, Song Shinan let go and sat on the side of the road without any image. When he wanted to take out a cigarette from his pocket, his hands trembled slightly. No matter how many times he tried, he failed. Anger surged in his heart for no reason. He clenched his fists and hit the cement road covered with white snow. There

were a few bloodstains on the joints, which were stained on the snow, like blooming red plums. The air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Except for the laughter coming from the banquet hall in the distance, there was no one around. Song Shinan simply used the ground as a mat and lay down on the side of the road, with his left leg raised and his right leg straight, his hands crossed and resting on the back of his head. His peach blossom eyes looked at the stars in the sky, revealing an unspeakable loneliness and sadness.

"It's great that he's still alive."

The man's voice was hoarse, and the corners of his lips raised a slight arc, with a hint of relief.

"How long do you want to see him?"

Song Shinan propped up his elbows, supported his head, and looked somewhere.

The boy was holding an umbrella, his thin body was covered with a wide coat, and he was standing under the street light not far away. His eyes were calm, and there was no change in his expression.

"How long have you been standing here?" Song Shinan stood up, still sitting on the side of the road. He was only wearing a thin white shirt, and his back was already half wet from lying on the snow just now. He didn't seem to feel anything and waved at the young man.

Song Shinan looked up and touched the boy's red fingertips with his cool hands: "I told you to go back and rest early, aren't you cold?"

Xie Diyu let him do it. He thought of the man's slightly sad back just now, and asked back: "Aren't you cold?"

Song Shinan was stunned for a moment: "What did you say?"

"I said, aren't you cold?" Xie Diyu turned his wrist, grabbed Song Shinan's hand, and looked at the tiny wounds on the finger joints, "Don't they hurt?"

Song Shinan avoided the question: "Why are you so worried about me."

As he said, he was about to take Xie Diyu's hand away, but the boy was stubborn. A soft ball of light fell in an instant, and the wounds on Song Shinan's joints quickly scabbed over, leaving no trace of injury.

"Why do you have to do this?" Song Shinan used some strength to untie Di Yu's hand on his wrist, "It's just a small wound, it will heal later, there's no need for your supernatural power."

He stood up, patted Luo Xue on his shoulder, and without thinking, walked in another direction with big strides.

"Come on, why don't you catch up?" Song Shinan waited for a while, but didn't hear the sound of footsteps catching up. He looked back and his face suddenly changed.

He strode back, and as soon as his cool palm touched the boy's fair forehead, his heart trembled at the scalding body temperature. He looked at the boy's red cheeks and red eyes: "You have a fever! It's a high fever."

"Come on, I'll take you home." Song Shinan grabbed Jie Diyu's wrist. He knew that the boy was weak and sickly, but he had only been out for a few minutes and he had a high fever. If he didn't take him back quickly to see a doctor for treatment, not to mention his guilt, Jie Lanhui alone would be able to skin him alive.

But Xie Diyu refused to do it. Sometimes he was very gentle, like a cat without temper, but when he got angry, ten cows couldn't pull him back, just like now. He stood there, tilted his head, his eyes slightly red, and his clear voice sounded a little aggrieved: "Do you also think I'm a burden? So you don't tell me anything?"

"You clearly said before that you would tell me anything that made you unhappy... liar... big liar!"

A few tears flowed from the corners of the boy's eyes, and his cheeks bulged, making him look more like a puffer fish.

Song Shinan was helpless, he pinched Jie Diyu's face, his rough fingertips brushed over the hot tears, a helpless smile appeared in his eyes: "I really can't do anything with you."

"You're not leaving, right? Then don't blame me?"

His tone was elongated, with a hint of viciousness, Song Shinan bent down, grabbed Jie Diyu's waist, hugged her like a princess, and weighed her twice, in return he got the boy's angry glare.

"Let me go!"

"No, if you have the guts, bite...really?" Song Shinan leaned back slightly, a tooth mark with saliva appeared on his neck.

Xie Diyu turned away, looking unhappy: "I'm not going to pay attention to you, big liar!"

Song Shinan lowered his head, his eyes were gentle, and he said in a negotiating tone: "I'll tell you when you're better, okay?"

"Really?"

"Really, I'm a dog for lying to you." Song Shinan almost swore to the sky.

Xie Diyu nestled in Song Shinan's arms, muttering softly: "Song puppy."

"Hey, if you shout again! If you shout again, I'll let go."

"You dare?!" Xie Diyu pinched Song Shinan's face.

"You are my ancestor, how dare I."

"Humph, you know what's good for you."

The soft moonlight sprinkled on the two people, and their shadows were infinitely stretched.

Late at night, the snow outside stopped. On the warm bed, the man frowned, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and his breathing became heavier in the huge bedroom.

"Ah Chen, don't be afraid, your sister is here."

"You two, don't always fight."

"Ah Chen, I... I'm leaving."

"Don't blame Nan Nan, it's not his fault."

"Ah Chen, I'm in pain, really... It hurts."

The dream was complicated, spreading deep into the black mist. The woman's cheeks were twisted because of pain. Her skinny hands tightly grasped Gu Bingchen's hands. She cried and begged: "Ah Chen, please, let me die... Let me die, okay?" "

I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry..."

On the bed, the man's dry and chapped lips murmured in his sleep.

The bathroom door was wide open, and the mist hit the mirror, making everything blurry. Jiang Yunqi was wearing pajamas and wiping his dripping hair with a clean towel. Hearing the movement on the bed, he strode over.

"Ah Chen, Ah Chen? Wake up."

The man who was deeply buried in the soft pillow was obviously in a nightmare. Jiang Yunqi frowned and called softly.

"Ah Chen, you..."

"Ah sister!"

Before Jiang Yunqi could take other measures, the person on the bed suddenly woke up, his pupils contracted, and his eyes were full of panic.

"It's all a nightmare." Jiang Yunqi hugged him and patted his back gently with his palm.

The familiar scent of camellia filled his nostrils. Gu Bingchen, who had been nervous all the time, came to his senses and buried his face in Jiang Yunqi's shoulder. He

said in a muffled voice, "Ayun, I...I had a dream." Jiang Yunqi asked softly, "What dream?"

Gu Bingchen hugged Jiang Yunqi tightly, suppressed his emotions, and remained silent.

Jiang Yunqi did not urge him. He rubbed Gu Bingchen's hair with his cheek, and rubbed his earlobe with his warm fingertips. He said softly, "Do you want to listen to a song? I'll sing for you."

This was a language that Gu Bingchen had never heard before. It was obscure and difficult to understand, but the tone was soft. He closed his eyes and listened quietly to Jiang Yunqi's humming.

The warm yellow light shone on the two people hugging each other, and their shadows were projected on the wall.

"Does this song have a name?"

Gu Bingchen asked in a low voice after the song ended.

Jiang Yunqi thought for a moment and shook his head: "No name."

Gu Bingchen raised his head: "No name?"

"Yes, no name."

Gu Bingchen picked up the towel that fell on the bed and put it on Jiang Yunqi's long hair. His eyes were slightly gloomy, and he organized his words: "I used to... have a sister."

"I... We used to... have a sister."

On the other side, Song Shinan wiped the boy's cheek with a warm towel, his eyes fell on the steaming cup of water on the bedside table, his tone was vague, his eyes were blank, and he seemed to be lost in memory.

"Song Shinan and I can be considered childhood friends."

Once some words are spoken, they can no longer be stopped. Gu Bingchen wiped his wet long hair while picking out memories from his mind: "We grew up in the same courtyard."

"Big families like the Gu family are mostly dregs, except for the Song family."

"The Song family has only one child for three generations, Song Shinan."

"But the Gu family is completely the opposite."

Gu Bingchen couldn't even remember his father's face. He only knew that there were many children and adults in the family. He was stuck in the quagmire and tried his best to touch that position.

Things are unpredictable. Not long after he seized power, the world ended.

The Gu family died or escaped, and the person who finally collected the body for that person was Gu Bingchen, the most hated child of the head of the Gu family.

"My mother considered me a stain. I was thrown back to the Gu family less than two months after I was born. She left the country before she recovered. I used to see her from afar."

"When I was little, I didn't know why she hated me, or why I was the only one without a mother. When I grew up, I realized that she was forced to give birth to me."

"My father is a rapist, and I...I am the son of a rapist."