Yang Zhengping
Yu Xiangyang was in the hospital, emaciated. His corneas had been scraped off, leaving him only able to see blurry figures; his ears had been gouged out; and his tongue and vocal cords had been severed. His tendons in his hands and feet were also severed, but surgery had been performed, and there was a possibility of recovery.
The body was found inside one of Bao Rongxiang's buildings under construction. Someone reported that they heard screams coming from inside the building. When the police arrived, they found Yu Xiangyang in a small room. At the same time, the body of Liu Jiacheng's father downstairs was also found.
At the bedside, Huang Fuda leaned over and waved his hand in front of Yu Xiangyang's eyes. Yu Xiangyang sensed the change in light, turned his head, and let out two cries.
Huang Fuda wiped away Yu Xiangyang's tears with his rough hands, but the tears only flowed more and more.
Huang Fuda remained silent, then turned to find Director Yang.
As they sped along, they arrived at the bureau and happened to run into Bao Rongxiang coming out. Huang Fuda gave him a cold look and then brushed past him.
Bao Rongxiang smiled knowingly and said in a measured tone, "Your temper is getting worse and worse."
Fang Chuan frowned and turned to look at him after hearing this, his expression not pleasant either. Bao Rongxiang raised an eyebrow again upon seeing this, "No wonder your temper is getting worse and worse, truly worthy of sleeping in the same bed."
The atmosphere in the bureau was heavy, and Yang Zhengping looked particularly serious. When he saw Huang Fuda in the corridor, Yang Zhengping asked with a straight face, "What are you doing here?"
"Fang Chuan, go outside and wait for a while."
Huang Fuda remained calm. After giving instructions to Fang Chuan, he went into the office with Director Yang.
"Uncle Yang, Bao Rongxiang was the one who did this, wasn't he?"
"Still under investigation."
Huang Fuda looked at Yang Zhengping quietly, then said, "I investigated the car accident myself. I couldn't find any information, there was no surveillance footage, and I couldn't access the case file. Tell me the truth, was the driver that time Yu Xiangyang?"
"No." Yang Zhengping said calmly, patting Huang Fuda on the back. "Don't overthink it."
After Director Yang finished speaking, he was about to leave when Huang Fuda stopped him. After hesitating for a long time, he finally said, "Don't do it anymore."
Director Yang smiled kindly at Huang Fuda, "It'll be soon."
Everyone in the bureau was in a hurry. Huang Fuda silently walked down the stairs with Fang Chuan, out of the building, and then saw Captain Wang, who was also in a hurry. He smiled at Huang Fuda and asked, "Your leg is better. How's the recovery? I heard you were in the flood for half a day a few days ago. Is there anything seriously wrong?"
"The recovery is going well, thank you, Brother Wang."
Team Leader Wang glanced at him, told him to rest well, and then hurriedly left. Huang Fuda watched his retreating figure as he approached the door, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Ignoring Fang Chuan's surprised gaze, Huang Fuda quickly went upstairs again.
Yu Xiangyang and Captain Wang had met. That time in the alley outside the Public Security Bureau, the one with the limp was probably Yu Xiangyang. He wasn't some disabled person asking for donations.
He straightened and dyed his hair black, and his leg was lame, so I didn't recognize him at all at the time.
They must have reconnected after the car accident. Uncle Yang definitely knew that Bao Rongxiang was going to hit him. Back in the hospital, he didn't want to have any contact with Yu Xiangyang because he knew they knew each other, so he kept it a secret.
Where is Director Yang?
"In the conference room."
Huang Fuda went straight to the conference room where Yang Zhengping was and knocked on the door. The meeting hadn't started yet when Yang Zhengping frowned and came out, saying, "Why are you here again?"
Huang Fuda's palms were sweating. He whispered in Director Yang's ear, "The last time I went to the hospital to see you, I saw Brother Wang and Yu Xiangyang meeting. You've been investigating for a long time, haven't you? I beg you, please stop investigating."
"What are you talking about?" Yang Zhengping said in a deep voice, "Have you been not eating or sleeping lately and ruined your brain? What are you thinking about all day? Go back now."
"This reservoir incident might be related to him and Yun..."
Yang Zhengping interrupted him, "This is none of your business. You should go back and get some sleep instead. Look at your dark circles, how long has it been since you slept?"
"Uncle Yang..."
The conference room door closed, and Huang Fuda stood quietly in the doorway. A bird flew past the corridor window and soared into the distant sky. Fang Chuan stood a few meters away from Huang Fuda. After they finished talking, he went up to Huang Fuda and called him.
"Shall we go?"
"Let's go."
Yu Xiangyang only has his mother left, and she is seriously ill, so Fang Chuan is handling all of his cases.
Huang Fuda lost his appetite, felt palpitations and anxiety, and lost a lot of weight in just one week, which made Fang Chuan feel very distressed.
"It's not your fault that he turned out this way, don't feel too guilty," Fang Chuan comforted him.
Huang Fuda lowered his eyes. "He took it for me."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Huang Fuda became increasingly taciturn. One day, upon seeing Fang Chuan's stomach injury again, he suddenly asked, "There were three people who went to the temple with you. Where are the other two?"
"He's dead. His body was just pulled out of the water a while ago."
How many people died in this reservoir flood?
"It seems to be more than thirty."
Fang Chuan squatted down in front of Huang Fuda and asked earnestly, "Are you really not regretting saving me? Wouldn't it have been better if I had died in there?"
No regrets.
"So you've forgiven me?"
"These are two different things."
Fang Chuan lowered his head and reiterated, "I will give you something better. You can be angry all you want. If I had to choose again, I would still do the same thing, but I would be more discreet so that you wouldn't dislike me at all."
Huang Fuda glanced at him briefly but said nothing. Fang Chuan watched him finish the bowl of noodles, then went to get another one.
"I can't eat anymore."
"Eat some more... Director Yang will be worried about you if he sees you've lost weight."
Uncle Yang, I haven't seen you recently. You've been very busy, so I can't let you worry about me anymore.
Huang Fuda picked up the bowl and ate it all, leaving not a single bite.
Huang Fuda doesn't check his phone much anymore. He answers calls when he's awake, and ignores them when they don't. Sometimes he doesn't even realize his phone is out of battery. Fang Chuan initially complained when he didn't get a reply, but he got used to it. He's grateful if he gets a reply out of three calls.
That evening, Fang Chuan picked up Huang Fuda's phone as usual to reply to his messages, and then saw a call from Yang Zhengping.
"Director Yang called you this afternoon, but you didn't answer."
Huang Fuda quickly grabbed his phone and called Yang Zhengping back.
"Uncle Yang, I'm sorry, I've been busy with company matters and haven't seen the message."
Yang Zhengping seemed to be outdoors. "It's nothing. I was originally planning to have you bring your partner over for dinner. Let's do it another day."
The two lay in bed, and Fang Chuan was unusually quiet for a while before asking, "How did Director Yang know about me? Did you tell him?"
“He’s been handling cases for decades, he has a very sharp eye. You’ve already gone to his office, of course he can guess what’s going on.”
"...Doesn't he object?"
"He doesn't care whether I date men or women."
Fang Chuan remained silent for a while, then sat up, gently took Huang Fuda's hand, and looked extremely serious.
"Let's get married abroad."
"Director Yang doesn't object, my mom doesn't care, and you must still love me, otherwise you wouldn't have saved me from the flood. Since that's the case, let's get married and stay together forever, okay..."
"Fang Chuan, how dare you say this to me?"
Huang Fuda's eyes were indifferent. "Who did this to me?"
"Besides, I saved you because I owed you. It has nothing to do with whether I like you or not."
Fang Chuan's lips trembled as he questioned, "What do you owe me? Explain yourself. If it's not because you like me, then what is it?"
Huang Fuda avoided the question.
"Do you still like me...?"
"You should be grateful that I don't hate you enough to want you dead."
Fang Chuan nodded after hearing this, smiled, quickly got out of bed, and went to the kitchen to get a fruit knife.
When Huang Fuda saw him return with a knife, he quickly sat up and asked in a deep voice, "What are you going to do?"
"If you want me to die, I can die without you lifting a finger."
The knife tip pierced his chest, and bright red blood flowed from the wound. Huang Fuda lunged forward, pinning the knife in his hand, and shouted, "I didn't want you to die! Let go of the knife!"
"Then explain yourself clearly. Why did you save me? You hate me, don't you? If you don't like me, why did you save me?"
Huang Fuda stared at him intently, hesitant to speak. "What is there to say? That you almost died because of me, that Yun Ge wanted you dead, and that you impulsively went to him? I could save you once, but how much face do I have to save you a second time?"
"Why aren't you saying anything?" The knife tip went in a little deeper, and Fang Chuan stared at him stubbornly, refusing to let go even a little.
"Fang Chuan, it's because I like you that I saved you. I'm just being stubborn. Put the knife down."
“No,” Fang Chuan shook his head, his mind clearing, “It’s not because I like you. Your liking has never been worth anything to you. It’s always the last thing on your list. You said you wouldn’t lie to me anymore, but you lied to me again just now, didn’t you?”
"Calm down."
"I am very calm now."
Blood dripped from their chests onto the floor. The puppy smelled the blood and barked wildly at their feet. The cat was also uneasy, jumping onto the bed and circling around.
Huang Fuda stared at the depth the knife had penetrated, his eyes trembling. He swallowed hard and hesitated before saying, "I can't tell you now. You were too impulsive. I'll tell you when you're a little older. Fang Chuan, I saved your life with great difficulty. I never intended for you to die. Put the knife down."
“I don’t want to hear your excuses here, and I can’t stand you hiding things from me. You have to tell me today.”
Huang Fuda remained silent for a moment, then released his grip, took two steps back, and left the bedroom. Fang Chuan felt a sense of foreboding and immediately followed behind. Then he saw Huang Fuda also take out a knife and stab it to his heart. Fang Chuan shouted, "Huang Fuda! What are you doing!"
Huang Fuda remained silent, letting the knife pierce his skin, and a bright red flower instantly appeared on the chest of his pajamas.
Fang Chuan turned pale with fright, dropped the knife, and ran over. He trembled as he pried open Huang Fuda's fingers, yelling, "What are you doing? Who told you to take a knife! Are you out of your mind?!"
"Didn't you take it first? Since you don't value yourself, why should you care about me?"
"I was wrong, Huang Fuda. I will never ask again, and I will not get married. Whether you like me or not is fine. Just let go of my hand first."
Fang Chuan was trembling all over, his eyes brimming with tears. When he couldn't pry Huang Fuda's hands off, his legs went weak, and he knelt down and hugged Huang Fuda's legs, crying out, "I beg you. If you're not happy, hit me or scold me. Don't make things harder for yourself. I was wrong. I'll never do it again."
Huang Fuda threw the knife onto the dining table and said, "Come with me."
Fang Chuan got up from the ground with weak legs and followed behind Huang Fuda. He watched as Huang Fuda took out the first-aid kit and sat down on the sofa.
Huang Fuda looked up at Fang Chuan, who was standing there looking nervous.
"sit."
Fang Chuan sat down, the blood on his chest was carefully wiped away, iodine was applied, and gauze was wrapped around it. Fang Chuan secretly glanced at Huang Fuda, looking at his gloomy face and then at the bleeding spot on his chest, and hesitated before asking, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"They're bleeding."
Huang Fuda glanced at him with a serious expression, then pressed down on the area around Fang Chuan's wound, saying, "Press it yourself."
"……good."
Huang Fuda lowered his head again and began to treat his wound. His cut wasn't deep; he had controlled the force when he stabbed himself, only about 1cm deep. He quickly wiped it clean, disinfected it, and put on a gauze. Then he heard Fang Chuan ask again, "Does it hurt..."
“…It doesn’t hurt,” Huang Fuda stood up. “Get dressed and go to the hospital.”
"No need to go..."
Huang Fuda glanced back at him again and said, "Never mind, just hold the wound and don't move. I'll help you put it on."
Fang Chuan's knife had only penetrated less than 2 centimeters, not very deep, and it wasn't a serious injury. However, Huang Fuda had a dark expression all night and didn't give Fang Chuan a kind look. Fang Chuan didn't dare to speak, only occasionally reaching out to touch the gauze on Huang Fuda's chest.
"Fang Chuan," Huang Fuda pushed him away, "Don't lie on your side, you'll put pressure on the wound."
"It's nothing..." Fang Chuan looked at Huang Fuda's expression and swallowed his words.
He changed the subject, "The doctor said Yu Xiangyang's hands and feet are recovering well, his cochlear implant is almost ready, and his vocal cords can be repaired to some extent, but because his tongue is broken, speaking will still be a problem in the future. His eyes... his eyes need to wait for someone to donate a cornea."
Can I go see him tomorrow?
Fang Chuan hesitated for a moment and said, "They've been keeping things pretty strict there lately, you might have to talk to Director Yang about it."
Huang Fuda didn't sleep well that night, almost watching the room gradually light up. He didn't get to speak to Director Yang again; Yang Zhengping had sacrificed his life that night during the arrest of Bao Rongxiang and Yun Ge.
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