Chapter 83
Qu Xing suddenly retracted his hand that was pressing on the edge of the table, but it was too late. The knife cut a deep crack on the back of his hand, and blood spread like a dream, covering all of Qu Xing's nerves.
The tip of the knife stabbed into the wooden table with all the force Qu Hongfei could not control.
Qu Hongfei let go of her hand: "Why can't I tell you?! A fake grandma! Why should I protect a grandma who always wants to throw you away!"
Qu Xing felt no pain on the back of his hand, only a wet sensation. The area where the knife had cut him felt cold and empty. The surroundings gradually darkened, leaving only Qu Hongfei's face, swaying grimly, while his voice pierced his ears from all directions.
Qu Xing looked straight at Qu Hongfei and stumbled back a step: "Qu Hongfei, you are crazy."
Qu Hongfei: "I'm your father!"
A deep voice ripped through Qu Xing's head, sending waves of daze. Qu Hongfei emphasized over and over again, "I'm your father!!! I'm your father!! You're my son! For over a decade! I couldn't even see my son! It's all because of that grandma of yours, that fake grandma, a stranger! Why did she take my son away? Why?!"
Blood flowed continuously from his fingertips, leaving a terrifying trail of blood as Qu Xing retreated. Qu Xing was unaware of it, a black mist madly colliding in his brain. He obediently and clearly remembered:
right……
Grandma is fake.
Qu Chen rushed over and hugged him: "Brother... Dad, let's take him to the hospital, you let him out."
"It's all for that lousy competition of yours. I don't see how you can fight without hands!" Qu Hongfei's voice was deep and fierce. "Cun Ziying... would rather give my child to a stranger than give it to me. She hates me that much!"
Cun Ziying Cun Ziying Cun Ziying Cun Ziying Cun Ziying…
The fog in his head grew thicker and thicker, Qu Xing gasped for breath, unable to utter a word.
That name again.
A haunting name.
Who is Cun Ziying?
Who is who? Why can't I remember? Why is his life filled with the shadow of this name? Why? Who is it?
The memories seemed to be completely shattered into dust, mixed together in chaos. When he remembered one part, the others were completely forgotten. Qu Xing struggled to find the memories related to Cun Ziying, trying to piece them together.
Cun Ziying... is a very scary person... It's his grandmother, and she wants to kill him.
"Brother, brother! Hand..."
Qu Xing lowered his eyes blankly and saw the blood on the ground.
“…”
A chill suddenly spread from his chest, and Qu Xing's vision went dark.
Qu Hongfei: "You are mine! Do you understand? Your last name is Qu! You are mine!"
Qu Hongfei's stern voice was like a broken bell, hoarsely and harshly reminding him - don't faint, don't faint here.
Oh yes, Ling Yin is coming over.
The gray fragments in his head hit him with the storm, and Qu Xing suddenly grabbed the only intact piece.
Lingyin.
Not broken.
Not broken.
His memory is still intact.
Tears streamed down his cheeks, and Qu Xing turned to run, but was stopped firmly. The darkness grew stronger and stronger, and Qu Xing weakly pried at the person in front of him with one hand: "Let me out..."
Qu Hongfei: "Come home with me!"
Qu Xing shuddered violently. He turned around. Everything was pitch black, yet Qu Hongfei, a ferocious figure, squeezed into his sight. Qu Xing could barely stand. He clutched at the person blocking his way behind him and pleaded with the man in front of him, whose face he couldn't see clearly, "Let me out, Qu Hongfei..."
Qu Hongfei muttered like he had lost his mind: "Qu Xing... Qu Xing, Xingxing!!"
His cold mask shattered completely, revealing the soft and sticky inner self, and he actually shed a tear: "You are my child!"
He suddenly saw Qu Xing's hand hanging by his side, with long cracks opening towards him, as if accusing him.
Qu Hongfei suddenly said, "Xingxing, come home with Dad. Dad will treat your hand. You can play games if you want, or do whatever you want. I don't want you to help your brother manage the family property. Of course, the family property will be yours. I just want you to come back to Dad. Promise me that when you go back, Dad will treat your hand, okay?"
Qu Xing cried out weakly and kept shaking his head.
Who is this!!!
Is it a ghost?
Why do you do this?
Liar, liar!
But was the previous indifference a lie to him, or was the current affection a lie to him?
Didn't he lie to me?
Why is each one so real?
Why?
Why? !
Why are the memories of my grandma so real?
It's so real, why do you tell him it's fake?
No, they are all fake.
Qu Hongfei is fake, grandma is fake, Meng Hui is fake... the previous eighteen years were all fake.
Fake fake fake!!!
Qu Hongfei: "I just want to bring my son back to me...but your hateful grandmother won't even let me see her! I've tried for over a decade, I've swallowed my pride countless times, I've tried everything, but your fake grandmother and Cun Ziying have teamed up and simply won't give you back to me!"
"Do you know how happy I was when you were born? It was your mother who insisted on taking you away from me. You are my child... I can't even see you. I can only lie. I can only lie to see my son a few times."
Qu Xing couldn't hear anything and shook his head repeatedly: "You lied to me..."
His legs were almost weak and he fell to his knees, but he struggled to turn around, even using his bleeding hand to desperately pry at those people with his limited strength, and cried out in pain, "Please..."
He was gasping for breath, his vision was blacking out, as if he had sunk into an endless tide, unable to hear or see anything.
"I want to go out..." His voice became weaker and weaker, and his body swayed slightly.
Qu Hongfei finally regained some consciousness and realized that Qu Xing was not in good condition. Seeing his knees buckle and he fell to his knees, Qu Hongfei shouted, "Send him to the hospital!"
"No..." Qu Xing pressed the wound on the back of his hand tightly, blood seeping out from between his fingers. He struggled to hide to the side, saying in a trembling voice, "I won't go with you."
"Don't come over..." Qu Xing whimpered and hid backwards: "Qu Hongfei, can you please let me go out by myself?"
"Don't worry about him!" Qu Hongfei said, "Just carry him away."
The wound on the back of his hand began to show its presence, and the tearing pain made Qu Xing sober up a little. He suddenly saw the burly man in front of him clearly. They were not indifferent, and were even almost gentle. Their eyes were concerned and they wanted to help him up.
But the more this happened, the more terrified Qu Xing felt. If they had always been that indifferent and serious, it would have been fine, but now they looked like humans, and the more they looked like humans, the more they looked like ghosts. Even when they smiled, their wide mouths seemed to extend terrifying tentacles, reaching out towards him. They wanted to tie him up with their sinister smiles.
no.
don't want.
Don't let them carry you away.
Ling Yin is coming, he wants to find Ling Yin.
The fruit knife standing on the table was shining silver, stained with his blood, and coldly reflected a small amount of blood on the ground, as if those were all its decorations.
Qu Xing quickly pulled it out, pointing the tip at himself, but in a split second, he slumped to his knees, the knife in hand. He lowered his head, breathing lightly and tremblingly.
This scene was horrific. Qu Chen's terrified mood disappeared completely. He looked at Qu Xing in fascination and said blankly, "Brother..."
Everything in front of him fell into darkness again, and Qu Xing felt that he could not hold on for much longer. The wound began to bleed again because it was not covered. He vaguely found that his right hand was becoming weaker and weaker, as if the nerves were cut off.
Seeing that Qu Xing would rather point the knife at them than go to the hospital with them, the two men hesitated. Qu Hongfei shouted in a trembling voice, "I said just take him away. What can he do now?"
The two of them walked a little closer. Qu Xing moved his knife half an inch inward and said weakly, "Don't come over..."
The two men stopped again.
Qu Hongfei was completely furious. He threw the porcelain pot on the table towards the door. The sound of it shattering was louder than all the noise they had just made. There seemed to be a noise coming from outside the intricate courtyard, but no one noticed.
Qu Hongfei: "I said take him away right away! Didn't you see how much blood he's bleeding? Why delay any more?"
The two of them no longer hesitated and went forward to meet Qu Xing. Qu Xing was completely unable to think, with only one thought stubbornly poking at him - he couldn't go with them!
He didn't think of hurting himself, but his brain seemed to make the decision for him spontaneously, and the moment the two men touched him, he controlled his hands to stab himself.
"Star!"
A trembling voice called out, accompanied by a warm body temperature. Someone suddenly grabbed his hand, trembling as if in pain. Qu Xing couldn't tell who it was. The noisy screams and chaotic footsteps were clear for a moment before disappearing with a bang. The world suddenly became quiet.
The moment the boy fell on him, Ling Yin felt his heartbeat stop instantly. He trembled and gently pushed away Qu Xing's bloody hand. The knife fell out of his arms, and the cloth touched by the tip of the knife showed a few lines. Fortunately, he didn't really stab into her.
But the wound on the back of his hand was still showing ugly signs.
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