GBT Chapter 78

Jiao Bai had his breakfast and lunch together. He looked at the fragrant, soft rice and the table full of dishes, but he had little appetite.

“Young Master Bai, we kept last night’s events from Brother Zhen,” said Qi Er from the side. “He’s handling matters out of town, and the brothers were afraid it would distract him.”

When Brother Zhen asks, everyone will stick to the same story, saying that everything is safe in West City, and his younger brother is safe.

“I understand the principle. I won’t tell him before he gets back,” Jiao Bai said understandingly.

Qi Er retreated, relieved.

Jiao Bai took two sips of soup, then tossed the delicate little spoon into the bowl. He stood up quickly and strode to meet the young man who was being helped in.

Shen Er An had woken up long ago. He only came to Lan Mo Mansion now because he had finally managed to pull himself away from the rotting world a little bit.

Even so, his heart still had a gaping hole.

Rotten through, he couldn’t feel the pain, it was just too ugly and disgusting.

He disgusted himself.

He would never get better.

Cheng Mountain was all snow, and it was still snowing. The snow was heavy and fierce.

Jiao Bai shuddered: “You must be hungry, let’s eat something first, and then we can talk.”

Shen Er An didn’t move.

Jiao Bai told the people supporting Shen Er An to leave, and he went over to take their place.

But he couldn’t compare to the Qi family’s thugs in terms of physique and couldn’t support him steadily.

Shen Er An slowly stood up straight.

Jiao Bai saw that Shen Er An’s gaze was on his own stomach, and he understood: “It’s nothing serious anymore.”

“I… want to see,” Shen Er An said, his eyes lowered, dark circles under his eyes, and his complexion was very poor.

Jiao Bai glanced around the dining room, which was full of surveillance cameras, all Qi Yi Liao’s eyes.

When Qi Yi Liao was at the company, he wondered if he was watching the surveillance.

Jiao Bai lifted the hem of his short sleeves. He had applied a cold compress for a while when he woke up at noon, so how could it get better so quickly?

The young man in front of him was choking with sobs, suppressed and grief-stricken.

Jiao Bai smoothed his clothes, pulled him to the table, gave him a bowl of millet porridge and a pair of chopsticks: “Eat.”

Shen Er An had vomited for a long time at the clinic, his stomach was empty and burning with pain. He stared blankly at the only bowl of porridge on the table. His red eyes did not see the cold and mysterious corner of an ancient castle, but only the person who cared about him and was looking at him.

Jiao Bai had specifically asked Aunt Liu to cook the porridge. Shen Er An’s self-loathing must have reached the critical point, and a little more would lead to suicide.

Shen Er An and Li Jue were the same. The protagonist’s halo wouldn’t let them die, only torture them.

From the beginning, through the process, to the end, it was all those two words.

Jiao Bai’s injured left hand was in his pocket and he didn’t take it out. But Shen Er An stubbornly stared at it.

“…” Jiao Bai put his bruised and purple hand on the table, letting him look at it enough.

Shen Er An froze for a long time. He buried his haggard face in his hands, his head hitting heavily on the edge of the table, his back unable to straighten.

The young man looked like he was suffering from a serious illness, and was still sick. Self-esteem, the little vitality he had, the energy of life… all were taken away by the disease.

Jiao Bai wanted to leave, to let Shen Er An stay alone for a while. Before he could get up, Shen Er An opened his mouth, his voice flowing out from the cracks in his palms, blurry and heavy.

“I’m sorry.”

Before Jiao Bai could respond, Shen Er An laughed mockingly: “I said these words to you at the beginning of this year.”

Jiao Bai twirled the keychain on his phone.

“I thought that was the last time you were injured because of me,” Shen Er An’s lungs seemed to have been pierced with several holes, making it difficult to breathe. “Ever since you transferred to Three Middle School and met me, you’ve always been injured.”

His head was still resting on the table, and there were one or two drops of liquid on the floor next to his feet: “In the past, I indirectly caused you harm.”

“Now it’s directly hurting you.” Shen Er An’s voice was hoarse and rough.

Jiao Bai sat over and patted his trembling shoulder: “Friend, don’t feel so guilty, you’re also a victim.”

Shen Er An choked even more.

Jiao Bai knew very well that his comfort was useless.

Shen Er An’s stubbornness must be maxed out, no matter what kind of emotion, it was stubborn. Right and wrong were basically defined by him personally, he had the final say.

A bowl of porridge went from warm to cold. Shen Er An finally put down his hands covering his face, he looked at the table, his eyes were all red, and he was listless.

Jiao Bai supported his cheek with one hand: “Can you talk now?”

Shen Er An nodded lightly.

“I learned about what happened from Li Jue,” Jiao Bai said, “Have you contacted the friend who sent you to West City? He must be very worried if he can’t find you.”

“Contacted, already,” Shen Er An replied hoarsely, “He is… my person.”

Finally, Shen Er An said a person’s name, Tan Jun.

A small plot flower exploded in Jiao Bai’s mind. Tan Jun, ah, damn it, he was the leading figure in Shen Er An’s black technology team.

He was also the secret admirer of Shen Er An’s mother, the tea-picking girl, who came to help him kick out Shen Ji and bring down the Cen family.

Such a reliable person had been defeated by Li Jue’s protagonist halo.

To be precise, it was the main storylines of the two protagonists that diverted him.

In the comic, Tan Jun was Shen Er An’s strategist and general, a very powerful figure who was both literary and military. He was sent by Shen Er An to find Li Jue, and fell into the trap that Cen Jingmo had set for him early on, and died miserably. Before he died, he was also subjected to a group of people…

Jiao Bai waved away the few frames of the comic that appeared in his mind: “Did you deal with the little woolen pendant that Zhao Lian gave you?”

Shen Er An didn’t say anything.

After a while, he took out the little pendant from his pocket.

Jiao Bai suggested: “If you still want to keep it, wash off the medicinal powder on it, and soak it in disinfectant or something.” Although Li Jue said it was a set, the medicinal powder wouldn’t work on its own, but medicine is three parts poison, so it’s not good to leave it on.

Shen Er An stroked the pendant.

In Jiao Bai’s vision were his two hands wrapped in gauze. In the middle of summer, it was easy to get infected, and he hadn’t finished suffering.

Shen Er An was quieter than before.

No, it wasn’t just quiet, there was also… a whirlpool under the surface of the lake.

Jiao Bai squinted for a while, then suddenly stood up. Just now, for a moment, he seemed to have seen the scum gong walking out of the comic.

The biggest node was gone, and even if Shen Er An’s future trajectory still intersected with Li Jue, it wouldn’t be tighter than last night.

And he was prepared, so it would be difficult for Li Jue to get close.

Jiao Bai sat back, looking at Shen Er An who was immersed in his own world: “You…”

He stopped talking.

Shen Er An threw the little woolen pendant into the trash can, and he began to drink porridge.

Jiao Bai’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. Scum gongs and cheap shous were just tools for producing dog blood. He enjoyed drinking dog blood, but that didn’t mean he liked encountering them in life.

Jiao Bai looked at Shen Er An’s profile picture. Snow was still falling on Cheng Mountain, and the mountaintop was a cold white.

This made Jiao Bai breathe a little easier, it was good that it was still snowing. If it was blood rain one day, or black hail, big knives, that would be scary.

Jiao Bai scanned the six friends on the list. Li Jue and Zhang Zhen, Shen Er An were both stuck at the 50 mark, just waiting for the opportunity.

The rest were Yu Ling, Cen Jingmo, and Qi Yi Liao.

The first two were bundled together, so he just had to deal with Yu Ling. The last one was…

There was something wrong.

Definitely, Qi Yi Liao’s interest in him and his activity level didn’t match.

Jiao Bai got angry just thinking about it, and wanted to dig a hole and bury the little key, so that Qi Yi Liao would smash his head against the cage.

“You live here and you’ve gained weight,” Shen Er An said softly, putting down the empty bowl.

Jiao Bai: “…”

You don’t have to say that, do you? It’s not like I don’t know.

“You like it here,” Shen Er An smiled at him, a very shallow and blurry smile.

“I’m used to living here,” Jiao Bai shrugged.

Shen Er An’s legs under the table were very painful, and his hands also hurt. He couldn’t sit still, his back was covered in cold sweat, and his vision was a little blurry: “Don’t… go back… to South City, it’s not good… for you there.”

Jiao Bai could see that Shen Er An was enduring it, and he quickly scooped him up from the chair: “I’ll take you to lie down.”

Shen Er An’s lips were pale: “Jiao Bai, last night I almost…”

“I know how you feel, I’ve had similar experiences,” Jiao Bai supported him.

Shen Er An’s pupils shrank.

“Relax, I haven’t finished yet.” Jiao Bai took Shen Er An and walked step by step to the guest room closest to the dining room, “I got through it too, but I soaked in cold water for a long time, and the dosage wasn’t as high as yours.”

Jiao Bai praised: “You’re amazing.” This was the truth, if the light in Shen Er An’s heart was shattered by a claw of desire, then when he rushed over, it would be in progress.

“But I still…” Shen Er An’s hands clenched into fists, blood seeping out of the gauze, and a twisted expression flashed across his pale face.

“This shows that you are a normal person, with healthy functions,” Jiao Bai had just finished speaking when the old pervert’s caged bird appeared in front of him, and the corner of his eye twitched.

“Forget it,” Jiao Bai said, “The more you dwell on it, the bigger a deal it becomes.”

“It’s like if you step in shit while walking, you wash or throw away your shoes, but you still feel like you have shit on your feet, and everything in life smells like shit, which is unnecessary,” Jiao Bai’s words were rough but his reasoning wasn’t wrong.

Shen Er An was silent for a while, then asked: “That person, your neighbor, can I get revenge?”

Jiao Bai was stumped.

“Wait a little longer,” Jiao Bai said. Wait until I get him into the group.

Actually, it’s best not to take revenge.

I’m afraid you’ll get covered in shit again.

The best way to deal with shit is to stay away from it.

But Jiao Bai couldn’t say that at this time. That’s not what Shen Er An needed.

“I won’t use… an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. I just want to make it so that the Chu family can’t protect him,” Shen Er An didn’t ask Jiao Bai why he should wait, he only said, “He drugged me, but I didn’t… touch him in the end. This can be… forgotten. But he shouldn’t have done that to my mother…”

Shen Er An paused, his eyelashes fluttering slightly: “This is something I can’t forgive.”

Shen Er An didn’t stutter in the second half of the sentence.

He used all his strength to grab Jiao Bai, who wasn’t speaking, and his bloodshot eyes looked over.

It was the unease of a child who was about to do something bad. He was very afraid that his friend would think he was bad and wouldn’t want him anymore.

So he wanted to look into his friend’s eyes, to see if he was still there.

Jiao Bai said “Mm” : “I understand.”

Shen Er An smiled.

His friend understood him, which was really good.

Shen Er An stayed in Lan Mo Mansion for two days. During that time, Qi Yi Liao met with him, asked about his situation, and said that if he had any needs, he could tell Jiao Bai and didn’t need to be reserved.

Qi Yi Liao’s demeanor as an elder was impeccable, there was nothing to say.

Shen Er An bid farewell to Jiao Bai on the third day, saying he had something to do.

Jiao Bai was worried that he was going to deal with the Chu family.

This was very risky. Chu Dongshan and Shen Ji were still old friends, and Shen Ji and the Shen family were not Shen Er An’s backers.

Shen Er An seemed to know what Jiao Bai was thinking, and he explained that it wasn’t to take revenge on Li Jue, but to move his mother’s grave. It was dirty there.

Jiao Bai gave Shen Er An a lot of instructions, telling him to pay attention to the injuries on his limbs, to leave the matter of moving the grave to the people around him, not to be brave, and to contact him by phone if anything happened.

After sending Shen Er An away, Jiao Bai went to the second basement floor.

The table in Qi Yi Liao’s study had been replaced with a new one. His intention was to carve the word “restraint” together in the future.

The study was furnished with a bookshelf full of medical books, from the books to the wooden frame were all brand new.

Moreover, a very large laboratory was set up opposite the study, with complete equipment and a large nest of white mice, and a row of human skeletons and skulls. That was for Jiao Bai to use for experiments when he went to college.

All of the above were graduation gifts.

Jiao Bai pushed open the door of the study and went in. Qi Yi Liao was inside, resting with his eyes closed.

The old pervert didn’t know what kind of annoying thing he had encountered, and needed to come here to adjust his mood.

Jiao Bai didn’t go to Qi Yi Liao, he found a medical book that he could barely understand from the bookshelf, and sat backwards on the chair to read it.

Qi Yi Liao didn’t get up either.

A kind of unspeakable harmony permeated the study.

The two had their own areas, and didn’t interfere with each other, but they were breathing the same air.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door, and Aunt Liu brought fruit over.

Jiao Bai went to open the door: “Come in.”

Aunt Liu stood at the door without moving, she handed the fruit plate to Jiao Bai, and after he took it, she retreated several steps, and the expression on her gentle face was a little unpleasant.

Jiao Bai thought of a possibility, Aunt Liu couldn’t even enter the study on the second floor? Then wouldn’t that mean that apart from Qi Yi Liao, he was the only one who could enter and leave Lan Mo Mansion?

Such great special privileges…

He quickly glanced at Qi Yi Liao’s activity level, and it was still around 20?!!!

Jiao Bai carried a plate of peaches back to the study and slammed the door shut.

Qi Yi Liao was using a ruler to pick through the scriptures, picking to the next page after reading one page: “Who offended you?”

Jiao Bai rolled his eyes: “No one.” Is your activity level dead? Can’t it go up? Can’t it?

Qi Yi Liao suddenly said: “Young people need to be patient.”

Jiao Bai’s back of the head suddenly went numb, sweat came down, damn it, he had just finished complaining, and Qi Yi Liao came up with such a sentence, it really was…

“Little assistant, am I the only player in this comic world?” Jiao Bai involuntarily asked a question in his heart. He was stunned after asking it. He couldn’t figure out why he suspected this.

[Player Jiao Bai has questioned the rules, first warning!]

Jiao Bai: “…”

Forget it, messing with this glass-hearted assistant is not as good as messing with Qi Yi Liao. He walked to the desk and casually asked: “What do you mean by saying something about patience just now?”

“I mean, if you can’t understand the book, read it slowly, sentence by sentence.” Qi Yi Liao moved his gaze away from the scriptures and glanced at him, “What? What did you think?”

Jiao Bai hehe, I didn’t think anything.

The peaches were produced in Lan Mo Mansion, they were big and juicy.

Jiao Bai took a bite, and the sweet juice overflowed from between his lips and teeth, wetting his blurred lip petals.

The young man lazily stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, continuing to gnaw on the big rotten peach.

Probably because he was happy to eat, the round toes placed on the slippers curled up slightly.

Qi Yi Liao lowered his eyes to look at the scriptures, and the ruler moved casually on the page, as if he was scratching something else.

A fresh and tender peach fragrance filled the air next to him, and the young man leaned over from that side, craning his head to look at the scriptures spread out on the table.

“Third Brother, how long has it been since you turned the page,” Jiao Bai said while eating the peach, “Is it very difficult to understand? Let me take a look at this page.”

It was all alien text.

Jiao Bai also couldn’t figure out why some scriptures were like paintings, and weren’t things that people could understand.

“Are the peaches delicious?” Qi Yi Liao threw the ruler on top of the scriptures.

“Delicious.” Jiao Bai gave him one.

Qi Yi Liao shook his head: “When spring comes, you can plant a few peach trees in the backyard.”

“Aren’t there already a lot?” Jiao Bai said.

“You don’t think it’s fulfilling to watch the tree you planted slowly sprout, sprout branches, grow up, and bear fruit?” Qi Yi Liao smiled.

Jiao Bai wasn’t moved, he wasn’t a person who was easily infected by life.

A drop of peach juice fell from the young man’s lips, and Qi Yi Liao stretched out his hand on his lap, his fingertips slightly wet.

He smelled it.

The sweetness was fresh, not rotten.

“Why did you get your hand wet eating a peach?” Qi Yi Liao took two tissues and gave it to him, “I’m going on a business trip out of town tomorrow, are you coming with me?”

Jiao Bai paused in his action of wiping his fingers: “What am I going for?”

“A Zhen is also over there, let him take you around when the time comes.” Qi Yi Liao twisted his fingertips, “There’s nothing going on at school for the time being.”

“After the college entrance examination, you can’t just stay in the house all day. Keep soaking your skin with medicine, and try to avoid it when the sun is cracking,” Qi Yi Liao wiped off the juice that had flowed onto his forearm.

Jiao Bai thought for a while, maybe this business trip could meet the opportunity for Zhang Zhen to pass 50: “Okay.”

In a villa in West City, Chu Dongshan drank the second bottle of wine empty. He stared at the little man on the bed, and as if making a certain decision, he dialed a number: “Old Shen, when are you returning to China?”

It was daytime on Shen Ji’s end, and he was busy taking the old lady out of the hospital: “Tomorrow.”

Chu Dongshan stroked the empty wine glass and asked: “Where will the plane land?”

“West City,” Shen Ji said.

Chu Dongshan laughed: “That’s good.”

Shen Ji had Chen Yiming push the old lady, and he fell behind: “What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s nothing.” Chu Dongshan’s handsome eyebrows raised, “Call Old Qi when we get together, the three of us haven’t had a drink in half a year, you two are too busy.”

“You don’t know about the old lady’s affairs.” Shen Ji was flying directly to West City to take the puppy back to South City. It was certain that he would meet A Liao. He hoped that the puppy would listen a little bit when the time came, so that everything could be pleasant and no messy accidents would happen.

Chu Dongshan chatted with his old friend for a few words and then hung up in a hurry. He strode to the bed, looking excitedly at the awakened child.

Li Jue’s voice was very hoarse: “Second Young Master…”

“It’s good that you can still recognize me.” Chu Dongshan tested his forehead, it wasn’t so hot anymore, “You really scared me this time.”

Li Jue’s sickly little face was filled with guilt.

Chu Dongshan poured him a glass of water, and fed it to him little by little: “These past few days, you’ve been awake for a while, and unconscious for a while. You’ve been talking in your sleep, and you’ve been crying in your dreams. You brought this suffering on yourself.”

Li Jue was listless.

“Do you know what kind of person Shen Er An is?” Chu Dongshan wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

Li Jue looked at him blankly.

“He’s the young master of the Shen family,” Chu Dongshan said.

Li Jue opened his eyes in disbelief: “Shen… the Shen family…”

“You don’t usually read financial newspapers or pay attention to the news, so it’s normal that you don’t know.” Chu Dongshan scoffed, “He’s starting to look more and more like his old man.”

Li Jue was in a daze, he hadn’t digested Shen Er An’s family background yet.

“You’re really messing around.” Chu Dongshan’s tone was stern, but his eyes were only filled with heartache and lingering fear, “If he has the right to inherit, what you did that night is equivalent to offending the entire Shen family.”

He stroked the child’s thin and weak back: “Do you like that kid that much?”

“I like him.” Li Jue blushed and clenched the quilt tightly. He thought of the young man’s struggle and painful roars in the hotel, and the bloody scene, his lips trembled, and his voice was filled with collapsing despair: “It’s useless to like him, he hates me to death. I’ll never… woo…”

“Then let it be, it’s his bad luck.” Chu Dongshan touched the child’s hair, “Don’t do things that hurt yourself, I will,” he coughed lightly, changed his words and said, “Your grandma will worry.”

Li Jue started crying when he heard him mention his grandma, crying so hard that he couldn’t catch his breath: “It’s my fault, I’m sorry to grandma, I haven’t been taking good care of her at the hospital lately, I’m always distracted, she blames me, she must blame me…”

“How could she, that’s your grandma, she’ll only worry about you.” Chu Dongshan coaxed and comforted him for a long time, “I’ll get back the suffering you suffered in that small hotel for you.”

Chu Dongshan told the child to lie down properly, and went out gently. He called the doctor over.

He had just finished the call and was about to return to the room when the phone rang. It was from home.

Chu Dongshan put his hand down from the door handle and went to the living room to answer: “Dad, what’s the matter? It’s so late, aren’t you asleep yet?”

“Sleep my ass, your old man is going to be pissed to death by you, get back here!” The old man scolded on the other end, and the cane knocked loudly, “Bring the trash you picked up by the sea!”

This site has no pop-up ads, permanent domain name ( volarereads.com )