After asking this question, Qinghe seemed to regret a little. He clapped the hand holding the balcony railing, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled like a child of his age should, "You're just kidding, just ask."

After saying that, he turned around and leaned against the railing, tilting his head, "You can actually leave now. My father brought you back, and he is dead now, and you have no employer.

There were any contracts or agreements between us, but they are all invalid now." His phoenix eyes were slightly raised, as if he would never be sad at any time, "Don't worry, I won't stop you."

Xie Tianfa's legs moved slightly. He seemed to want to move forward, but he paused.

His silence reminded Wei Huan of Yun Yongzhou.

Qinghe smiled self-deprecatingly, lowered his head and sighed, "I forgot, you can't understand me." His voice lowered, "Why am I talking to myself here." He was minding his own business.

Walking into the room, a man fell down onto the cold bed. The posture he fell down looked very much like his father who had been shot to death.

In the darkness, the two of them were silent to each other. Qinghe, who was lying on the bed with his back to him, looked at the moonlight shining in. His expression was in a trance. When he spoke, he seemed to be very tired. His tone was slow, and every word he uttered felt like

heavy.

"I'm going to sleep, please speak softly when you leave."

I do not want to know.

After he finished speaking, the light clicked off.

But Xie Tianfa didn't leave. He stood quietly by the wall, looking at Qinghe's back.

I don't know if it's because of the empathy brought by Zhan Tong, but Wei Huan can completely feel the peaceful mood at this moment. He can feel his low heartbeat, his heavy breathing, his fear, panic and a little expectation.

Although he is still a teenager, he has to experience pain that ordinary people cannot imagine.

After waiting for a long time, another voice finally appeared in the deep darkness.

"You won't die."

He responded to the same assumption as before.

"I won't let you die."

Qinghe turned his back to him and opened his eyes. He was not asleep at all.

"I will." There was a smile in his voice, "Now that I have no backer, anything can happen. What if my whole family is killed one day? It's not impossible."

The more he talked, the more energetic he seemed to be, "Today I was kneeling in the mourning hall, thinking about which way to commit suicide was simpler and less painful. Taking medicine didn't seem to work. It took too long. I heard others said taking sleeping pills

If the person is rescued, he will become mentally ill, maybe just like my mother, so forget it. Hanging is too old and not cool at all. The same goes for jumping off a building, and the appearance of death is ugly. Come to think of it, it seems better to use a gun...

…”

Qinghe was lying on the bed. A child like him should have been counting his happiness and dreams before going to bed, but what he did was actually discuss his future death.

As he spoke, he paused.

Wei Huan could feel the sudden change in his mood. His heart seemed to be blocked and his blood could not flow.

"Don't think I'm joking. I really don't want to live alone. When that day comes, I will definitely die."

This sentence sounded like a childish curse, more like a weak threat.

"Don't let me live alone in the world."

Perhaps it was because Wei Huan already knew the outcome, so his words sounded more like a prophecy. This child who had categorically said that he would seek death broke his promise, even though he had experienced life and death in the past ten years, even if he

He has suffered humiliation and pain that ordinary people cannot bear, and he is still living tenaciously today.

The further time went by, the more he felt that the tragic ending was approaching.

The fantasy turned into a snowy night, with heavy snow flying outside the window in the darkness. In Qinghe's sight was his almost crazy mother, but this time she became rare sanity and calmness, wearing a beautiful and dignified red coat.

, just like she did when she was the first lady in the past.

She touched Qinghe's face with her cold hands wearing exquisite leather gloves, "Xiaohe, mom is sorry for you. It will get better in the future, mom promises."

Qinghe didn't have much expression on his face, and he didn't speak.

His mother seemed to have anticipated such a situation, so she just smiled. The nanny knocked on the door twice and said, "Madam, the clothes are ironed."

"Put it down, I'll do it." His mother touched his head, then picked up the camel coat that the nanny had ironed, and said with a smile, "Do you still remember that you were naughty when you were a child, and every time your aunt gave you

You are always dissatisfied after you put on your clothes, and you always come to me." She imitated her innocent and childish look, "Mom, I don't feel comfortable here, and I don't feel comfortable there either."

"You always insist on letting me put it on for you." She gently smoothed the collar of her coat and raised her eyes with a smile on her face. "You've grown so big in a blink of an eye."

Qinghe whispered thank you, looking a little indifferent.

The housekeeper's voice came from outside, "Madam, the car is waiting outside. Do you think..."

"Okay." Qinghe's mother stood up, took the scarf from the table and put it on carefully for him, "I'll be down soon."

"Where are we going?" Qinghe was finally willing to ask.

His mother put her hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Move, move to a place where others can't find us."

"Where is Xie Tianfa?" Qinghe blurted out immediately. From his field of vision, Wei Huan could see his mother's expression, as if he had expected it. "I didn't want to take him with me originally, but he came to me specially.

He said he hoped to take him with him. He said he didn't need any reward, he just wanted to fulfill the previous agreement. So I finally agreed."

His mother took his hand and went downstairs together, "He should be in the car now."

"Promise..." Qinghe murmured to himself.

It turns out it was because of the agreement.

The housekeeper put his luggage in the trunk and opened the door for him. Qinghe got in the car and saw Xie Tianfa sitting in the passenger seat. He was dressed in black and wore a black felt hat. When he came in,

For a moment, he tilted his head slightly and shouted in a very low voice, "Master."

This title is very unfamiliar. Since Wei Huan entered this memory illusion, Xie Tianfa has almost never taken the initiative to call Qinghe. After all, he is the one who is always on call. Such an alienating title will probably anger him, Wei Huan thought.

His gaze shifted from the front to the side window. Qinghe just turned his head and ignored it. His mother also got in the car and sat next to him. Only then did Qinghe speak, "Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were going to move?"

The mother took off her gloves and said, "It will be dangerous if you tell me in advance. You know."

Qinghe didn't ask any questions. He stared at the rearview mirror hanging in front of him, observing the driver sitting in the driver's seat from there.

"Where's Uncle Liu?" Qinghe asked again, "Why isn't he driving today?"

Mother explained, "Uncle Liu passed by early. This is Uncle Chen."

"I know." Qinghe was very direct, "Is this the new guard who came after dad left? I've seen him."

Xie Tianfa turned his head and glanced at the driver. Guard Chen just nodded, "Then let's go, madam."

The car drove smoothly out of their residence. As it passed through the city center, news was played on the screens on the high-rise buildings. Song Chengkang, who had been in office for three months, faced the camera and talked about Fanzhou's future prospects, ending war and peace.

Development is what he has said most since he came to power. Qinghe snorted coldly and closed his eyes.

"Go to sleep for a while. I woke you up at two o'clock in the morning. You must be very sleepy." She gently put her arms around Qinghe and rested his head on her shoulder. "Mom hugged you and woke us up.

We’ve arrived at our new home.”

The trance of consciousness flowed, and the vision gradually darkened.

Jing Yun accelerated the process of memory flow, perhaps because he failed to seize the opportunity. The illusion in front of them suddenly turned upside down. Before, it was clearly a peaceful scene in the car, but now there was chaos in the sight. Even the windshield in front of the car was hit by bullets.

broken.

Yang Ling was a little surprised, "What happened?"

Yun Yongzhou said, "The assassination is the same as the one before You Su."

Wei Huan frowned. He seemed to have heard about this matter. Although Yaoyu and Fanzhou have always been in conflict, the change of leadership in Fanzhou is also a major event for Yaoyu, and there will be some discussions in Yaoyu. Back then,

There were many conspiracy theories surrounding Song Chengkang's rise to power, and even Wei Huan's father cast a malicious light on the incident. The most ironic thing is that Song Chengkang was actually the leader of the peace faction.

Yang Ling added: "But now that he is on stage, why still..."

"Be prepared for a rainy day and kill them all." Yan Shanyue said calmly.

"What happened back then involved an internal coup in Fanzhou. In fact, Qinghe's mother should have been aware of this, so she wanted to leave with her children." Yun Yongzhou paused, "As far as I know, it was reported that year

News about the family members of former Prime Minister Fanzhou who were killed in a car accident."

Jing Yun was a little confused, "But Qinghe is not dead..."

The memory illusion became very chaotic, his vision was turbulent and shaking, and the sound of gunshots was almost continuous. However, it was dark and windy outside, and the attacker was hiding in the dark, and there was no trace at all.

"Madam, be careful!" Guard Chen suddenly turned around and almost hit the sidewalk railing. At this time, assassins wearing black clothes and masks finally appeared on the street, and they surrounded him from front to back. One bullet hit Guard Chen.

With his right arm, the steering wheel slipped, and the entire car was in danger of losing control. In Qinghe's panic, he saw Xie Tianfa, who was sitting in the passenger seat, grabbing the steering wheel from the side of the passenger seat and stabilizing the car at the critical moment.

.

Guard Chen covered his arms and sat upright, "I'll do it." Xie Tianfa returned the steering wheel to its original owner and seemed to hear something. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw a black car chasing after him. He suddenly became alert.

"Madam, bend down! Danger!"

Everything happened so fast that when the submachine gun fired and shattered the window glass, neither Qing nor her mother reacted. Although she had never received any training, her instinct prompted her to hug him tightly as soon as the danger arrived.

He lived in Qinghe and protected him under his body.

His vision was instantly dark, and his ears were filled with frequent gunshots and the sound of his mother being shot in the body.

Qinghe's breathing was trembling. His mind went blank, and the car drove faster and faster. Xie Tianfa, who was sitting in the front, took out a weapon to fight back, but he could only watch his mother's body, who had blocked the bullet for him, gradually slip away.

, like a falling and spinning dead leaf, even if you stretch out your hand, it will be in vain.
To be continued...