GBT Chapter 130

The official language is beautiful, but what kind of protagonist, what kind of vitality, are all empty words. Now, how should this “life and death parting” be played out?

Jiao Bai reached out his hands during the ten-minute countdown, hugging the head buried in his shoulder, his cold fingers reaching into the man’s black hair, petting it like a big dog several times.

I’m leaving.

Jiao Bai lowered his head, his dry lips touching Qi Yi Liao’s chin, rubbing gently. He said in his heart, but I’ll be back.

I will definitely be back!

Jiao Bai kissed the light cinnabar mole on the bridge of Qi Yi Liao’s nose. When he pulled away, the corner of his eye burned red.

Wait for me.

Jiao Bai removed Qi Yi Liao’s big hand from his waist, supported himself and sat up in bed. The quilt fell around his waist, revealing his marked upper body. He adjusted his loose pajamas, then took them off and got out of bed barefoot.

Last night was too crazy, and the clothes were all dirty and couldn’t be worn again.

Jiao Bai walked into Qi Yi Liao’s walk-in closet, and at a glance, all he saw were business suits. A bit of white in that dark tone was very eye-catching. He took out that neat white shirt, put it on, and buttoned it up one by one. Then, he quickly grabbed a pair of Qi Yi Liao’s pants and put them on.

The sleeves were too long, covering his increasingly cold fingers. The trouser legs were too long, dragging on the floor, making a slight rustling sound.

Jiao Bai walked out of the walk-in closet. He took off the Buddha amulet from his neck and placed it in Qi Yi Liao’s arms.

Who knew how this Buddha amulet, which recorded many past events between him and Qi Yi Liao, would be handled after he fell asleep? It was better to leave it behind to avoid the possibility of it being destroyed, and it could also give Qi Yi Liao something to remember him by.

Besides, this was the keepsake left to Qi Yi Liao by his mother, and it held irreplaceable and precious memories for him.

Jiao Bai picked up his phone, removed the keychain with the little key and cat pendant, and finally simply placed the entire phone next to the pillow.

Two minutes of the ten-minute death escape had already passed.

Jiao Bai glanced at Qi Yi Liao, who was still in a hugging position. Alas, finally ending the role of a tool, the bitterness had passed and sweetness had come, but this sweetness was mixed with shattered glass. This was all because he had stepped onto the stage from the audience.

If he had only watched the show from beginning to end these past few years, without getting involved, without developing feelings for the paper characters, then now would be the moment when his inner hope when he made the request to the little assistant came true. He would leave freely, completely saying “bye-bye” to the people and things in this circle.

There were no ifs.

My changes were forged by my experiences.

I accept it calmly and will actively face the new starting point ahead.

Jiao Bai opened the bedroom door.

Qi Yi Liao’s vigilance was extraordinary, but he didn’t wake up at this time. It was unlikely that he was too exhausted, but more like the little assistant had done something. He couldn’t wake up at this time.

When Jiao Bai took the elevator downstairs, he confirmed his guess.

The entire Lan Mo Mansion was so quiet that it seemed like he was the only living person. All the bodyguards had fallen into “slumber.”

Jiao Bai went to Qi Yi Liao’s private garage, took out the car key he had been holding in his hand, opened the car door, and sat inside. He started the car, and the movements throughout the entire process were methodical.

The car drove out of the garage, gradually leaving the heavy and eerie Lan Mo Mansion behind.

The halo of the morning light sprinkled on the glass, sticking to Jiao Bai’s retina. He couldn’t remember how many times he had seen this light. Every time, it was a signal of life.

This time too.

New life followed death.

With four minutes left until his death escape, Jiao Bai felt for Qi Yi Liao’s cigarette case and lighter. He shook the cigarette case a few times, and some of the cigarettes were shaken up, one of which fell into his teeth.

Jiao Bai lit the cigarette, supported one hand on the fully opened car window, and grabbed the steering wheel with the other. The morning autumn wind raged on his face and body. The cigarette in his mouth flickered, and the ashes were blown around by the wind.

The car sped along the mountain road.

The death escape only gave ten minutes of preparation time.

What could be done in ten minutes?

Jiao Bai didn’t really want to fuss. He wanted to just stay in Qi Yi Liao’s arms and wait for the countdown to reach “0,” but he couldn’t do that. He didn’t want Qi Yi Liao to see his corpse when he woke up.

Qi Yi Liao had learned “restraint” since he was a child, and it was ingrained in his bones. He had been self-imprisoned for several years, living like an old monk. He had only just tasted the joys of the world last night. If his partner died, he would think that he was killed by him, that he had brewed a tragedy.

Jiao Bai couldn’t die on Qi Yi Liao’s bed, and he couldn’t die somewhere in Lan Mo Mansion either.

That would make Qi Yi Liao afraid to go home.

So Jiao Bai drove out. He wanted to minimize the extent of Qi Yi Liao’s collapse as much as possible, as well as Zhang Zhen, Jiang Yan… and the others he recognized. He had considered them too.

He wanted to find a place of death for himself, which was also a place of new birth.

He originally wanted to end it with a car accident again, drawing a so-called full stop, with a beginning and an end. But Jiao Bai was afraid that he would make a mistake and make the accident serious, and his death would be miserable. The more people who cared about him, the more painful it would be for them to see.

A car accident couldn’t be used.

Jiao Bai stopped the car by the river at the foot of the mountain. He called out to the little assistant, “The method of death escape isn’t specified, so I can choose, right?”

“Little assistant, I know you’re still there.”

“I want to die suddenly.”

“Let me die suddenly, right here, in the car.”

“If that doesn’t work, then just commit suicide, take sleeping pills, and try to make it as complete as possible.”

Farewells couldn’t be revealed, and hints couldn’t be left behind, because they would be erased. Jiao Bai had done what he could in this short period of time. He didn’t know what the next year after his “death” would be like.

He didn’t even know if the ending method and destination he had chosen would be modified.

Regardless of whether it was changed or not, Jiao Bai hoped that Qi Yi Liao, who possessed autonomous consciousness, could calm down and investigate why he had left Lan Mo Mansion without a word, investigate his cause of death. Even if he couldn’t find any abnormalities or find any clues, he had to continue the investigation, relying on this thought to support himself, and pull in Zhang Zhen, pull in Zhang Zhen.

Instead of being discouraged.

Maybe Cen Jingmo, who was paying attention to the direction of his life, would investigate.

It didn’t matter who had doubts, as long as they didn’t think he was really dead, because that bit of suspicion was the breakthrough for his return in the future.

Jiao Bai pinched out the already cold cigarette butt. He fell back on the driver’s seat. As his consciousness blurred, he vaguely heard the little assistant’s electronic voice.

[Good luck.]

[Goodbye.]

A little after six o’clock, Qi Yi Liao was half-dreaming, reaching his arms inward, but there was no young and warm body in his arms. He suddenly opened his eyes.

“Xiao Bai?” Qi Yi Liao rubbed his forehead and got up.

There was no sound in the bedroom.

Qi Yi Liao saw the young man’s pajamas on the bed. He frowned, changed clothes and went out? When did that happen? He was so tired, and still had the energy.

Just as Qi Yi Liao was about to lie back down, he noticed the Buddha amulet on the bed.

In that instant, an indescribable sense of unease rushed to his heart, like a heavy blow from an iron hammer. He endured the severe pain to reach for the phone on the bedside table, his peripheral vision sweeping to the phone next to the pillow, and the removed keychain. That sense of unease suddenly surged, causing a buzzing sound.

Qi Yi Liao’s hand swerved, reaching the remote control next to his phone. He pressed it open, staring at the surveillance wall, seeing the young man hugging him, kissing him, taking off his pajamas and going to the walk-in closet… a car driving out of the garage.

This seemingly normal departure made Qi Yi Liao’s temples throb wildly.

Because that glance before the young man opened the door was too complex. He couldn’t accurately gather all the emotions in it at this time. He only felt that he was like a fish hooked in the throat, and whether he lived or died would be revealed in a certain moment.

Downstairs, Qi Da was pinching his neck. He heard the sound of the elevator door opening and hurried over, “Master Qi, good morn…”

Before he could finish speaking, Master Qi’s figure was already gone from the elevator entrance.

Qi Da was stunned for a long time, thinking that things were bad. Something had happened, something had happened to Young Master Bai. Right, where was Young Master Bai?

Soon, Qi Da knew where Young Master Bai was. He was in the car by the river, lying motionless on the steering wheel.

Qi Da felt that he must have ruined his brain from being on duty, and was hallucinating. Otherwise, who could tell him why Young Master Bai looked like he didn’t have any vital signs?

Young Master Bai had come through the worst of times, how could he suddenly just…

Moreover, he had just returned from Mingyuan Mountain yesterday, and had been with the injured Master Qi all the time. He was still wearing Master Qi’s clothes, and the lighter and cigarette case that Master Qi often used were on the passenger seat, which showed that there were no problems with their relationship, and there was no possibility of him going out in a huff.

His arm was pulled, Qi Da came back to his senses. He followed his brother’s gaze to look at Master Qi, and the next second he held his breath and backed away.

The wind by the river was very strong, and the team of bodyguards outside the car were cold and numb. The body temperature of the person in the car was warm, but those soft and harmless eyes were tightly closed, and the always vibrant vitality had disappeared without a trace.

The car door on the driver’s side opened, and Qi Yi Liao bent down, his hands stroking the young man’s eyebrows, eyes, lips, nose, ears, and neck over and over again. He touched them carefully, inch by inch.

The next moment, the arc of Qi Yi Liao’s waist and back became even larger, the wound on his back split open, and the gauze was stained with blood. He picked up the young man’s trouser legs, his gaze stopping on the tattoo on one of the other’s ankles.

That tattoo, and the ankles were all covered in hickeys.

Qi Yi Liao rubbed the fabric between his fingers for a while. The more he rubbed, the colder it became. He put the trouser legs back down, straightened his body a bit, and stared expressionlessly at his little mountain cat.

“Why did you run here alone?” Qi Yi Liao pinched his carotid artery with his fingertips, “Don’t care about Uncle anymore? Hmm?”

Qi Yi Liao’s hand stayed on the young man’s neck for a long time. He took the person out of the driver’s seat, closed his eyes slightly, and sighed helplessly, “Naughty.”

The young man’s face was tilted on Qi Yi Liao’s chest, his black hair tangled in the buttons of his shirt.

The wind was blowing loudly, and the river surface was covered with dots of sunlight. There was a faint golden color poking out from the clouds in the sky. The weather today was better than yesterday, and it wouldn’t rain. The new students’ military training had to continue.

“Go back,”

Qi Yi Liao held his little lover, supporting him with one hand and hooking his other hand around the back of his neck, holding him in front of him.

After walking a few steps, Qi Yi Liao said again, “Notify the doctor.”

The cold sweat on Qi Da’s back rolled down. Master Qi was very normal. It seemed that he had thought too much. Young Master Bai must have had some sudden physical condition. After a period of treatment and recuperation, he would be fine, and he would be the same as before.

Qi Da was about to have one of his brothers drive Young Master Bai’s car back to Lan Mo Mansion when his peripheral vision inadvertently glanced at Master Qi and discovered something. He froze.

Master Qi…

Was crying.