We are officially together now that we are out of danger, and it’s only 110…
"Did he give you this fifty thousand yuan?"
"What did I say? That bastard is a local, from a wealthy family, with plenty of money. If you're with him, just do it for the money, don't expect a long-lasting relationship. He's a filial son, he wouldn't rebel against his parents for anyone else."
"You're stupid too. He said he had no money, and you believed him? His salary isn't high, but his family owns three apartments. One was given as compensation when their ancestral home was demolished, one is for his parents, and there's another one prepared for him. Do you feel sorry for him? He paid off my debts, and he still has more."
"Hey, did he fall in love with you after seeing your performance? He has that kind of quirk. One time I took him backstage and there were young and beautiful boys everywhere, and he was completely mesmerized."
Wen Zichuan seemed to fall asleep for a while, but he didn't sleep much.
In a daze, these few words kept turning over and over in my mind, fragmented and mixed into a mess.
It was so cold after nightfall that the down jacket that Cheng Sizhou had just bought for him was stripped off by Liu Shixing's accomplice and put on by himself. Because of the nice style, the man even walked around twice in front of the dusty glass window.
My whole body was stiff with pain, and I couldn't move my hands and feet. Only my eyes and ears could be used with some difficulty.
He found himself lying on a tattered bed with stained sheets that were rolled up, revealing yellow and black cotton wool.
The room was also very small. There was a bed at one end and a stove opposite. The air was filled with the smell of condensed grease and mold. Every breath he took made him want to vomit.
The backpack was turned upside down, with a tear in its mouth, and lay tilted at his feet.
The fifty thousand yuan in the bag was naturally taken away, and the gift box that he carefully selected and sealed by hand was the most useless thing. It was thrown on the ground casually, dirty, deflated, and covered with messy footprints.
This place looks shabby, but it is considered a pretty good house in the decadent area. It is small, but at least it is a single room.
Most people cannot afford to rent a single room, so they often squeeze seven or eight people together, sleeping on bunk beds, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating all together, and the room is so smelly that people can't stay there.
Wen Zichuan gritted his teeth and turned over. The gray glass window was missing a corner, just enough to see outside.
It looked like this should be a bungalow or a first-floor house. Liu Shixing took the money and bought some food. Feeling that the house was too narrow, he set up a table in the open space outside, and the three of them gathered around the pot to cook soup.
"Brother Liu, have you ever sold a house? How long does it take?" one of them asked Liu Shixing.
"Of course I have. It took a week." Liu Shixing thought to himself, "Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. Looking at houses and handling transfer paperwork, it would take at least a week to get it done."
When the two heard this, they immediately burst into laughter and happily toasted him.
Liu Shixing had promised in advance that after the task was completed, he would give each of his two helpers 200,000 yuan. When they saw that they had caught the head so easily and came back with a fat sheep worth 50,000 yuan, they felt that the 200,000 yuan was just within their reach.
"Listen up, both of you," Liu Shixing lowered his voice, "Don't let him leave the house during this period. He can have fun however he wants. Just keep a breath and don't die from playing."
"Play? How do we play? He's a guy, and I'm a guy too, how do we play?"
Liu Shixing suddenly realized that he was in the same boat, but these two silly friends were not. "Think about it, the other party has to sell the house first and then use the money to redeem him. What if something unexpected happens and the money is not delivered on time? Do we still have to provide him with good food and drink?"
"No, that won't work. We don't even have enough to eat for ourselves."
"This guy is a bit of a celebrity. Regardless of whether you're interested in playing with him or not, at least strip him naked and take some photos and videos to save. Maybe when he goes back, he'll have to continue giving us money."
When Wen Zichuan heard this, a thick layer of haze formed in his heart.
Although Liu Shixing always appeared in his world as a hateful person, during the New Year's Day holiday, he asked Cheng Sizhou and learned that Liu Shixing had been abandoned by his parents since childhood and had always had a hard life.
So he had some sympathy for this person, partly because of his experience, but mostly because Cheng Sizhou had been with him, and he didn't want to deny Brother Zhou's past by denying Liu Shixing.
But now he understood that a villain like Liu Shixing was not worthy of sympathy at all.
It is understandable that he kidnapped, beat and abused himself out of hatred, but he is obviously also a singer and knows what public figures fear the most, but he did not hesitate to conspire with others and tried to inflict the most humiliating means on himself.
Rather than wanting him to die, Liu Shixing wanted him to be disgraced and live a life worse than death.
Wen Zichuan thought desperately that if things really came to that, the worst that could happen was that he would quit this job. As long as he didn't work as a voice actor and didn't hurt the people who liked him, what would it matter even if his nude photos were posted all over the streets?
But Brother Zhou, does he mind? Do his parents, master and mistress mind?
"Wow, guys, you guys are eating well. You didn't even call me while you were having hot pot." Another person came in, his voice so loud that it could be heard five miles away. He picked up a folding stool and sat down at the table.
"Who are you?" Liu Shixing was not a permanent resident of the Degenerate Zone and didn't know many people.
"I'm Old Xing! Hey, you don't know me, but they do, right? The day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, we were all at Boss He's construction site, carrying sandbags together, remember?"
Hearing him mention Boss He, the two buddies said "Oh" at the same time.
Boss He was born as a contractor. He was very good at dealing with people and could get along well with people everywhere. Gradually, he became a famous broker in the Fallen District. He had a lot of resources and specialized in recruiting temporary workers for the construction team.
If people here want to get a job, they have to go to Boss He and pay their respects to him. It doesn't matter how attentive they are, but just getting to know him is a must.
"Brother Liu, let's add a pair of chopsticks for Brother Xing." A buddy winked at Liu Shixing.
Liu Shixing didn't want to bother with it. Wen Zichuan was tied up inside, and the more people knew, the more risk there was. But while he was getting his bowls and chopsticks, his buddy pulled him aside and said, "The Fallen District has its own rules. Nothing can be hidden from Boss He. This guy ate and drank well today, so nothing happened. If we hadn't treated him well, he would probably tell everyone about our fortune."
"Who is this guy, Old Xing? What's his full name?"
"I don't know, but he looks like him. The day before yesterday, we were actually carrying sandbags for Boss He. You mean carrying sandbags? Everyone kept their heads down. He looks familiar, but I can't remember his name."
Liu Shixing was speechless, but he didn't bother to care. These people didn't have much education. Their strengths were that they were easy to fool, and their weaknesses were also easy to fool.
As they ate from the hot soup pot, several people were sweating profusely. Old Xing even took off his coat and said that he was old and liked salty food, so he went to get some salt from the stove inside.
Liu Shixing hesitated and failed to stop him.
Old Xing walked into the room and saw Wen Zichuan. He smiled at him, said nothing, scooped a spoonful of salt and came out.
"It's so boring to just eat. Do you know how to play finger-guessing?" Old Xing said to Liu Shixing in a rough voice.
"What's there about you that you don't know about finger-guessing? Tell me, which one do you want to play?" Liu Shixing had been to a bar before, so how could he not be able to follow this old man's moves?
"Five champions, eight horses..." The two shouted back and forth for a while. Liu Shixing won more than he lost, and was feeling proud of himself when he was suddenly grabbed by Lao Xing's wrist!
"What do you mean?" Liu Shixing noticed that his grip was too strong and that he was definitely a martial artist, so he became alert for a moment.
Old Xing was much bigger than him, and with some clever strength, he pulled, twisted, and pushed with his knees, forcing him to lie prone on the table. "Police investigating a case! Don't move! Everyone, squat down! Hold your heads!"
Before the two buddies could figure out what was going on, there was a sudden crowd of people behind them, and five or six special police officers rushed up and surrounded them.
What's worse is that they were carrying guns.
"Go and save them." "Old Xing" gestured in the direction of the house, and two special police officers immediately ran over.
When Wen Zichuan was rescued, he was almost fainting. After getting on the ambulance, he was sent directly to a hospital.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. Zhou Han followed Lao Xing to find out the situation, leaving Cheng Sizhou alone on the corridor, waiting for Wen Zichuan to finish one inspection after another.
"There is no problem with the bones, but there are multiple soft tissue contusions, the more serious ones are the elbows, abdomen and face. It is recommended to be hospitalized for observation for a few days. If the recovery is good, there will be no problem." The doctor knew Cheng's parents, and seeing that Cheng Sizhou had followed them all the way, he thought that the patient had a close relationship with him, so he told them frankly.
After seeing the doctor off, Cheng Sizhou returned to the bedside and looked at the sleeping Wen Zichuan, his eyes suddenly reddened.
The thrilling night gave him a strong sense of unreality, as if Zichuan was just tired from work and fell asleep, instead of suffering inhuman abuse.
But at this moment, his lover's face was pale and his body was covered with scars, which made it impossible for him to indulge in unrealistic fantasies.
Why isn't there a way to "transfer the harm to yourself"? !
He would rather be the one who gets hurt and suffers, even if it means sacrificing his own life to protect him.
As long as Wen Zichuan lay there weakly, it was as if an iron hammer was hanging over his forehead, repeatedly hitting him and reminding him that it was his neglect, his evasion, and his taking things for granted that gave people with ulterior motives the opportunity to take advantage of him.
"Brother Zhou..."
"Are you awake? Why did you only sleep for a short while?"
The corners of Wen Zichuan's mouth hurt every time he moved. He wanted to smile, but had to hold it back: "I have to tell you... I'm fine, I don't... blame you, so that I can... feel at ease..."
"Ah...?" Cheng Sizhou looked at him. Half of his face was swollen like a steamed bun. How could he be okay?
"Otherwise, you, this 'self-blaming alien'... will fabricate charges against yourself again..." Wen Zichuan raised the hand that was not receiving the IV and stroked Cheng Sizhou's eyebrows, "Don't frown, it will give you wrinkles..."
Cheng Sizhou turned his head away, not wanting Wen Zichuan to look at him, but tears flowed uncontrollably all over his face.
"Brother Zhou, do you know why I am... happy...?"
"You're injured like this? And you're still happy."
"I'm so happy... When it hurt the most, I thought I'd never see you again... I was thinking, what a pity, what a pity. We've been officially together... for only one hundred and eighteen days. I couldn't even imagine... that the first person I'd see when I woke up... was you... I..."
Before he could finish his words, they were blocked by cold lips.
Between the lips and teeth, there are wet marks left by tears, which are more bitter than poison and as sweet as honey.
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