Jing Yanbai looked at Chu Qingge's back, standing alone in the cold wind.
After a moment, he touched it with his fingers hanging by his side.
The tears on his fingertips had long since dried, but he still felt a little hot there.
He clicked his tongue lightly, touched the slapped face again, and murmured: "Jing Yanbai, how could you let it go?"
When Chu Qingge went back, as soon as she entered the living room, she bumped into Qianye.
Qianye immediately saw the red mark on her neck and saw that it was pinched out with his hands.
Chu Qingge didn't see her and walked straight in. But Qianye raised his hand to stop her.
Qianye laughed and said, "Hey, what's going on?"
Chu Qingge raised her eyes and looked at her.
Qianye looked at her red eyes, it was obvious that she had cried, and her heart felt smoother: "Young Master Jing has ordered everyone here not to be disrespectful to you. You couldn't have pinched it yourself, right?"
Chu Qingge's throat hurt and she didn't want to speak, so she looked at Qianye.
"Yinghuo, let me advise you." Qianye's voice gradually became colder, "You'd better stay here honestly and don't act like hell all day long. No one will tolerate you forever."
Chu Qingge waited for her to finish her words and then strangled Qianye's neck so quickly that Qianye had no time to react.
Chu Qingge grabbed her neck and carried her towards the living room.
Qianye's hand that wanted to resist was blocked by her.
She quickly dragged Qianye into the living room and banged her head on the coffee table.
The coffee table was instantly stained with blood.
Qianye's movements to resist immediately softened. His eyes were blurry and he could not see clearly, and he was speechless.
Chu Qingge looked at her and slowly uttered two words: "Trash."
After saying that, he let her go and Chu Qingge went upstairs.
When she got upstairs, she locked the door and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.
Then he stood in front of the mirror and looked at the fingerprints on his neck.
All emotions disappeared, leaving only endless coldness. She looked at it for a while, then raised her hand and touched the red mark on her neck.
Then he opened the drawer under the sink and looked at the medicine box inside.
There are various ointments for trauma inside.
Because she used to get bumped when dancing in Continent A, so Jing Yanbai would prepare a lot of medicine in her room.
After closing the drawer, she did not take the medicine, but raised her hand to press each red mark deeper.
Downstairs, when Qianye was being helped out, he happened to meet Jing Yanbai coming back with a windbreaker.
"What's wrong?" Jing Yanbai looked at the blood on the back of her neck and on her head, which dyed her clothes red.
Qianye's vision was blurry: "It's okay. I accidentally knocked it."
Jing Yanbai looked at her without saying anything.
Qianye was afraid of his scrutinizing eyes, so he said, "Let's start with Yinghuo."
"Did you meet her?" Jing Yanbai asked.
"No," Qianye said, "I said a few words, but I didn't fight back."
Jing Yanbai looked away: "Longer memory. You go to the hospital again and again, which will make me think you are incompetent."
Qianye lowered his head: "Yes."
Jing Yanbai didn't look at her again and went directly into the living room.
For two days, Chu Qingge didn't leave her room.
Jing Yanbai called her several times, but she didn't open the door. She didn't eat or drink, and there was no movement at all.
This situation has not happened before.
In the past, when the two of them had the most serious fights, they kept arguing.
Even during the Cold War, Yinghuo always ate whatever was good for him and never treated himself badly.
Jing Yanbai knocked on the door again to no avail, turned around and went downstairs, ordering someone to go upstairs and open the door.
Chu Qingge, who was in the room, soaked oats in milk, ate them and lay on the bed. After there was no more knocking on the door, she fell asleep.
So when Jing Yanbai asked someone to open the door, as soon as he came in, he saw her sitting on the bed, staring at the door in surprise and anger with sleepiness in her eyes.
When Jing Yanbai came in, his eyes first fell on her neck.
The red mark that was pinched out did not disappear at all, but turned purple.
It is particularly dazzling on the white neck.
He squinted his eyes and asked, "Why isn't there any medicine?"
Chu Qingge looked at him without saying anything.
Jing Yanbai looked at her. After a while, he first looked away, took two steps forward, sat at the end of the bed, and said warmly: "Xiao Yinghuo, I'm sorry, brother shouldn't have done anything to you."
Chu Qingge turned her head and looked away and ignored him.
When she turned her head, the three purple marks on the side of her neck were easier to see.
Jing Yanbai stared at the three fingerprints and said, "I don't want to kill Tang Peihua and Tang Zhixi. What I want is in their hands. Even if Tang Peihua really doesn't have it in her hand, she will definitely have it in her head.
I won't kill them at all."
Chu Qingge still ignored him.
Jing Yanbai patiently explained: "My power was severely damaged back then, and many of the people I used later were just under my command and did not completely obey me. They went to Hanqing Village and disobeyed my orders."
Chu Qingge hugged her knees and buried her face in them.
Jing Yanbai soon heard her crying. He looked at her trembling shoulders, frowned slightly, and asked warmly, "Why are you crying?"
Chu Qingge ignored him, but cried louder.
"Am I too fierce that day?"
"Yeah." Chu Qingge responded softly.
Jing Yanbai's eyes began to become a little confused.
He has always felt that Yinghuo has become very different from before. She is cold, distant, inhumane, and wary, and even every step she takes is calculated.
But when she cried like this, he suddenly felt that no matter what happened, no matter how much she changed, she was still the same little girl.
No matter how disguised she is, she is still the same little girl who would cry because he was too cruel.
Jing Yanbai's thoughts were suddenly disrupted by her crying.
After a while, he realized what he was doing and moved forward, trying to put his hand on her back to calm her down. But before he put it down, he heard her say: "Don't touch me!"
Jing Yanbai's hand froze in mid-air. After a while, he took it back angrily: "Okay, Yinghuo. Stop crying. It was my brother who was wrong."
Chu Qingge still ignored him.
Jing Yanbai listened to her crying, and after a while, he pulled the quilt on her body.
Chu Qingge pulled the quilt back and pulled the quilt away from his hand.
Jing Yanbai looked at his empty hand: "Yinghuo, what happened has already happened, and I can't make up for it by apologizing. Tell me how to calm down."
"You go." Chu Qingge said.
Jing Yanbai pursed his lips: "Be obedient and I will take you to the laboratory tomorrow."
"roll!"
Jing Yanbai: "."
"Don't make it sound like I'm asking for help with your experiments."
Jing Yanbai looked at the top of her hair and smoothed her messed up hair: "Aren't you curious about 319?"
Chu Qingge buried her head and said nothing.
"You are curious. I also need you to do experiments. We also need each other." Jing Yanbai said warmly.
Chu Qingge was silent for a while, and then said: "What do you think about pinching me?"
Because of her words, Jing Yanbai raised his eyebrows in a good mood: "You can look at all the material data in the laboratory as you like."
"get out."
Jing Yanbai frowned.
"I need to change clothes, I'm hungry."
Jing Yanbai relaxed his frown, raised the corner of his mouth, stood up and went out.
Listening to the sound of the door closing, after a while, Chu Qingge put down her legs, wiped the tears on her face, and looked down at the quilt for a while.
Then I got out of bed and went to the bathroom.
She glanced at herself in the mirror, her eyes were very red, and the tears in her eyes had not completely dried.
After just one glance, she looked away with disgust and opened the drawer under the sink.
There is an extra picture under the medicine box.
She drew it yesterday.
There is a very simple human figure, facing the sun, bowing his head and crying miserably.
It's just that the shadow extending behind this person's smile is a bit scary.