Silver Leaf Whale Chapter 60

Fire (1)

Chapter 60: Fire (1)

The weather was getting hotter and hotter. Qi Zhixuan felt dry and uncomfortable every day, so he lowered the air conditioner in the store a few degrees.

But maybe it wasn’t because of the hot weather. It was basically settled that he would go back to school in September. He was originally looking forward to it, but thinking that he wouldn’t be able to come back often made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He seems to be unable to leave, not to leave this place, nor to leave the people here.

Sighing, Qi Zhixuan sat in front of the computer. Qi Zhixuan was going to export the photos on his phone. Then he could wash some of them and hang them in the stairwell of Haicheng’s house. When he turned on the computer, he still stopped at the video.

The hard drive has been in his hands for a long time, but yesterday was the first time he watched the video completely. At that time, he was still very young, even a little immature, and always felt that everything was easy.

“Xiao Xuan.” Before Qi Zhixuan finished watching the video, another protagonist of the video appeared behind him.

Qi Zhixuan turned around and saw Liang Yuansheng, a little surprised. Next week is the court date of their case. Liang Yuansheng should know that there will be absolutely no loopholes for him to exploit here, so he doesn’t know why he is here.

“Is something wrong?” Qi Zhixuan stood up and sat on the chair next to him, looking at him coldly.

As I got closer, I realized that Liang Yuansheng seemed to have lost a lot of weight. He still had the same gold-rimmed glasses, but his eyes were no longer sharp. His eyes were dark green and looked a bit tired.

“Can’t we talk again?” Liang Yuansheng dragged a chair and sat across from Qi Zhixuan, with a hint of pleading in his tone, “You don’t have any affection at all?”

“I don’t know what kind of relationship we have.” Qi Zhixuan’s voice was as light as water.

Liang Yuansheng seemed to know that he would say this, and immediately asked, “How much do you need to withdraw the lawsuit? Tell me, and I will do my best to raise it.”

This sentence was like a needle, piercing into the depths of Qi Zhixuan’s memory. He was once in that restaurant box, and at that time he also asked: “How much do you want.”

“Ha…” Qi Zhixuan pulled the corners of his mouth and showed an ugly smile, feeling that both of them were pathetic.

“Xiao Xuan!” I don’t know if Liang Yuansheng also thought of this scene. He suddenly stood up and became a little emotional. “Xiao Xuan… I really… it was really not easy for me. What happened at that time… you are the proud son of heaven and your family is powerful. You don’t know how much hard work I have put in to step out from the yellow land!”

“My mother sold all the land and was reluctant to give up food and clothing. In order to pay for my tuition, my father went to work as a worker in a coal mine. Every time he came up from the mine, his eyes were filled with soot. Several people died due to landslides! I finally had the opportunity…how could I give up!”

Liang Yuansheng said as he wanted to grab Qi Zhixuan’s hand, but he raised his hand to avoid it.

Liang Yuansheng retracted his hand, his voice was a little trembling, and then complained: “Xiao Xuan… I never mentioned it. It was actually not easy for me to go to Japan… The subsidy is actually not enough to cover the expenses. Things there are very expensive… No matter how much I save, it is not enough. In order to save money on air tickets, I have not returned to the country for several years. I have eaten the scrapped lunch boxes from the convenience store year after year…”

“If your eyes only see suffering, then your life will be full of suffering.” Qi Zhixuan thought his words were really funny, and no one’s wounds were bloody.”You only see the hardships in your own life, and you think others have an easy life!”

After saying this, Liang Yuansheng’s face twitched a few times, and he said in disbelief: “Are you bitter? You hate me for using your paintings, and you have been hating me for so many years, but what can I do? I also want a good life, and I want to live in a good house. I also want not to worry about using an extra paint, and not to lose opportunities because I have no money to give gifts. You said you would help me… but I have only taken away a little corner from your happy life, and you have to continue to settle old scores until now! Are you bitter!”

He slammed his fists on the table and stared at Qi Zhixuan fiercely.

“Liang Yuansheng, no matter what, poverty is never a reason for committing a crime.” Qi Zhixuan looked back without fear. The teacup was placed heavily on the table, and a few drops of tea spilled, reflecting the tense expressions of the two people.

During the stalemate, the only sounds in the store were the heavy breathing of two people. Sister Rong was not here at noon. Otherwise, she would have called the police long ago if she saw this scene.

In the end, Liang Yuansheng was the first to lose his temper and sat back on his chair slumped.

Qi Zhixuan thought he had finished talking nonsense and wanted to drive him away. Unexpectedly, Liang Yuansheng suddenly reached for the hard drive connected to the computer.

“What are you doing!” Qi Zhixuan sensitively grabbed it, but Liang Yuansheng held on tightly and refused to let go.

“That’s the video.” He had noticed the picture on the screen a long time ago. He heard from the lawyer that there was some key evidence video this time. In order not to be caught, he burned all the original paintings of Qi Zhixuan. He didn’t expect that there was such a thing!

“Let go!” Qi Zhixuan tried his best to grab it back, but the other party wouldn’t let go.

Liang Yuansheng was annoyed by him and threw him to the ground. Qi Zhixuan’s waist hit the corner of the table and he was in so much pain that he couldn’t get up.

He knelt down and pinched Qi Zhixuan’s chin with force, with a sinister look in his eyes: “I really don’t understand why you are so entangled in this trivial matter, Qi Zhixuan. What on earth do you privileged class suffer? Do you want to kill you if you share something? You and I thought you had changed, but I didn’t expect you are still so annoying.”

He shook off Qi Zhixuan and turned to leave.

“Liang Yuansheng, you are a selfish and cowardly coward!” Qi Zhixuan was lying on the ground, laughing loudly, “Do you think no one will know if you take the hard drive? I have backed it up a long time ago, and there is surveillance here. You can’t escape this time!”

Liang Yuansheng’s footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned back with terrifying eyes and muscles on his face trembling.He grabbed Qi Zhixuan’s neck, and the strength in his hand became stronger and stronger: “Okay, since I have nothing left, I might as well drag you to hell with me!”

“Uh…” Qi Zhixuan was pinched until his face turned red and he couldn’t make a sound. There were few guests during lunch break and Sister Rong was not here. He felt like he was about to lose his breath. His survival instinct made him scratch around, and finally touched the inkstone on the table. He held on tightly and used all his strength to smash Liang Yuansheng’s head hard.

“Ah!” Liang Yuan cried out in pain, finally let go of his hand, covered his head and fell to the side.

“Cough cough cough cough…” Qi Zhixuan felt that his throat was about to be cut off. He lay on the ground coughing and gasping for air.

After finally recovering, he got up and went to the computer table to touch his cell phone to call the police, but Liang Yuansheng was still awake. Seeing that Qi Zhixuan wanted to take the cell phone, he immediately picked up the inkstone on the ground and threw it at the back of Qi Zhixuan’s head.

“Hmm…” With a muffled groan, the blood on Qi Zhixuan’s head started to drip, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Liang Yuansheng panicked when he saw Qi Zhixuan lying motionless in a pool of blood. He tried to detect Qi Zhixuan’s breathing with trembling hands, but stopped when he was about to touch it.

Breathing heavily, he stood up and took out the cigarette in his pocket. He lit one for himself with trembling hands. The cigarette butt shone brightly with an orange-red light. It wasn’t until the nicotine spread through his nerves that his breathing gradually slowed down.

After taking a few more puffs, his eyes returned to the cold and sharp look, and his face turned red at some point, like a cold-blooded executioner. He lit the rice paper on the table with a cigarette butt and threw it at the turpentine piled next to Qi Zhixuan.

He quickly inspected the store again, threw all flammable items into the framing room, and angrily tore off the monitor and threw it into the fire.

After all this was done, he didn’t leave immediately. He smoked a whole cigarette and even bought the fastest ticket to a foreign country in the store before preparing to leave.

Liang Yuansheng’s blood-stained leather toes stopped at the door of the little painter. He looked at the lit fire without any emotion on his face, and turned around and left without hesitation.

The weather was extremely hot, and the fire was slowly burning. There were no pedestrians on the road, only the sound of cicadas chirping, as if it was a warning signal…

Qi Zhixuan woke up with a splitting headache. His eyes were already burning. He tried hard to recall what happened. The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. Finally, he remembered that it was Liang Yuansheng.

He propped himself up and stood up. He might have lost too much blood. As soon as he got up, he felt dizzy again and was about to fall down. He held on to the things around him to prevent him from falling. He reluctantly stood up leaning on the table. At this time, there was already a wave of heat in the dressing room.

How to get out, how to get out, Qi Zhixuan endured the pain and looked around for everything that could be used. There was half a pot of tea on the table. He pulled off the corners of his clothes, wetted them and covered his mouth and nose in an attempt to escape.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and the art supplies store was almost entirely filled with flammable materials. Qi Zhixuan tried several directions, but was blocked by fire and thick smoke.

He lost too much blood and was exhausted. He leaned against the wall and kept panting. He seemed to hear someone talking outside the door. Did anyone see it? Did the police call the police? Can he be saved?

At this time, Pang Jing was coming out of his dormitory to attend public basic classes. He only attended half of the class in the morning, and had to make up the second half during lunch break. The stars kept screaming beside him, “It’s impossible to tolerate the consequences of God’s will.”

Pang Jing felt that his eyelids had been twitching all morning. He didn’t know if he hadn’t slept well in the dormitory these days. He was thinking that he would have to go home to sleep at night if he didn’t have to go to bed early tomorrow.

“Brother Pang, let’s go buy some ice cream.” Xingxing ran over and put his arm around Pang Whale’s shoulders, wanting to pull him to the store together.

“Where’s Jing He?” Pang Jing pulled Xing Xing’s hand away and asked.

Xingxing replied to him: “Hey, he’s still asleep. He’s tired of getting up. Jing Yao will wake him up later.”

Pang Jing nodded and said, “Let’s go then.”

The two bought ice cream and came out of the store. The sun was scorching hot, and the ice cream had already started to melt before they took a few bites.

“Hey, you know, I just came in from outside and saw a fire across from the school.” Two passers-by passed by Pang Whale and whispered a few casual words in their ears.

He turned around and stopped, and heard the words “Fire…painting materials…” from a distance.

The uneasy feeling reached its peak, and he looked towards the school gate, and sure enough he saw thick black smoke filling the air.

With a “buzz” sound, Pang Jing felt his mind go blank. He stuffed the ice cream and textbooks into Xie Xingxing’s hands and ran towards the school gate.

“Eh? Brother Pang! It’s time to go to class! Where are you going?” Xie Xingxing was carrying a bunch of things with a confused look on his face.

No, no, never.

Pang Whale ran wildly around the campus, sweat quickly soaking his collar. He had no time to care about anything and only had endless prayers in his heart.

When he rushed to the school gate and saw thick smoke coming from the familiar triangular red house, his heart seemed to stop beating.

Many passers-by gathered at the door of the little painter. Pang Whale pushed through the crowd and rushed over. It was already scorching the heat.

“Xiao Pang! What to do! The boss is still inside!” Sister Rong saw him, immediately held his hand and started crying.

“Have you called the fire department?” Pang Whale’s voice was trembling unnoticeably. Although he had had a premonition, the moment he confirmed it, he still felt his breath was suffocating.

“Hit! He said he would be there soon!” Sister Rong cried, “When I first came here, I could still hear the boss’s voice, but the fire was too strong and I couldn’t get in. Now…it’s silent now…”

Pang Jing didn’t say much. He grabbed the bucket Qi Zhixuan used to water the flowers at the door, poured it down from his head, covered his mouth and nose with wet clothes, turned around and rushed towards the fire.

“Xiao Pang! It’s dangerous!” Sister Rong screamed and tried to pull him, but she only caught a piece of clothing.

Rushing into the store, the high temperature instantly enveloped him. Fortunately, the fire in the hall had not completely spread, but the smoke was too thick to open his eyes.

“Xiao Xuan!” He opened his mouth and shouted. He was immediately choked by the thick smoke and coughed violently, and could no longer make a sound.

Relying on his familiarity with the little painter, he groped forward. Judging from the temperature, the fire point should be the framing room, and Qi Zhixuan was most likely trapped nearby.

Finally, he seemed to have touched the area. Pang Jing seemed to hear the sound of something falling. Could it be Qi Zhixuan?

He moved in little by little, and the temperature was getting higher and higher. The wet clothes on his body had been dried long ago, and his skin was burned and painful.

Finally, he vaguely saw a familiar figure, who seemed to have stepped out a little bit, but for some reason he rushed into the bigger fire again.

“Xiao Xuan!!” Pang Jing saw the figure going into the sea of ​​​​fire, opened his mouth and roared, and the blood in his body seemed to be drained, and he also ran over.

“Bang——”

Before Pang Whale had taken two steps, there were several muffled sounds of things exploding, and a heat wave swept over him instantly, almost knocking people away. Pang Whale’s footsteps stopped, and there was only a sea of red fire left in front of him.