Yi Hui's eyes widened. Being held in this familiar and unfamiliar embrace made him extremely terrified. It was as if he had fallen into a deep pool of water. The more he struggled, the deeper he fell. .

But what he was holding was not the life-saving driftwood, but the devil who was going to take him back to hell.

I don't know where the strength came from, Yi Hui suddenly broke away from Zhou Jinheng's embrace, took two steps back, and then raised his hand at a very fast speed to touch the iron door, trying to close the door.

However, it was still not as fast as Zhou Jinheng, he pressed the door with his palm, and pushed the door that was about to close a crack open.

Yi Hui kept silent and just pushed the door open. Through the crack of the door, Zhou Jinheng could only see his bowed head and his hands on the door frame. For fear of hurting him too hard, Zhou Jinheng didn't dare to move rashly, so he could only try his best to hold the door to prevent it from closing.

Perhaps it was taught by Yi Hui's mother when she was alive. He remembered that Yi Hui was very vigilant. In the past, he would never open the door easily when he was alone at home. Once he came back from the set early, knocked on Yi Hui for a long time before he came to open the door, and asked him why he was so slow, he said embarrassedly: "Mom said that the big bad wolf would come to eat the children who opened the door, Huihui climbed to the window and saw It's you, coming soon."

Thinking of this, Zhou Jinheng was relieved, and eagerly said to the crack of the door: "Huihui, don't close, it's me."

Unexpectedly, when Yi Hui heard the reaction, he pushed with his hands and feet desperately. Zhou Jinheng was unprepared.

Yi Hui, who was in the door, was stunned when he heard the sound. He lowered his eyes and saw Zhou Jinheng's arm still stuck in the crack of the door. He couldn't help but relax and took two steps back.

Such a big movement naturally alarmed the people in the back room. Jiang Xuemei and Jiang Yimang came out one after the other, Jiang Yimang still bit his chopsticks in his mouth and asked vaguely, "What's wrong? The door is broken and can't be opened again?"

Without manpower, the half-opened iron door opened inward with inertia, and the person standing outside the door met the person inside without any cover.

This time, it was Jiang Yimang's turn to be frightened.

The chopsticks in her mouth fell one by one. She pointed to the door, covered her mouth, rubbed her eyes, turned her head and looked around, not knowing where to put her hands and feet, and hung it in her throat for a long time. Throwing it out, he was so excited that he almost fainted: "Heng...this...I...this, is this a hidden camera program?"

In the end, no one was put in the door, so Jiang Xuemei asked Zhou Jinheng carefully to see if he was in the wrong place, and then closed the door.

After a while, the lights on the wall outside went out, and standing outside the courtyard could not see the lights of the kitchen, and in another two minutes, the upstairs windows lit up.

Zhou Jinheng didn't knock on the door, just stood there quietly, looking up at the blurry figure in the window, guessing which was Yi Hui's room.

It wasn't until the pain in the arm was transmitted to the cerebral cortex that he suddenly reacted, raised his arm and moved, as if it was swollen, but the muscles and bones were not injured, and there should be no serious problem.

What rushed into his mind was Yi Hui's reaction just now, the flustered eyes, the cowardly look, and the gesture of avoidance. When he thought about it carefully, it was almost what he expected.

It was clear that his face was bloodless in pain, and beads of perspiration appeared on his forehead, but Zhou Jinheng opened the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Isn't that how his little fool would react? The last time at the art exhibition, and the other time at the airport, they all had the same reaction, how could he not recognize it?

After confirming it in my own way, the big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.

When he checked the address yesterday, he set off right away. This town he had never heard of had inconvenient transportation. The only empty seats on the plane were the early morning flights. He couldn't wait and took the high-speed train for more than ten hours overnight.

When he arrived at the provincial capital here, it took a lot of time to come to this small town. He had never taken a long-distance bus before, and it took him half a day to find the right station. When he arrived in the municipality, he changed to a bus. The car was not strong enough, and it broke down in the middle and couldn't go. Fortunately, he encountered a few people who were in a hurry to stop the car to the town.

On the way to the carpool, he was almost recognized by his peers. If he hadn't tried his best to deny it, coupled with the embarrassment that he had not slept all night, and the mask was covered tightly enough, don't know how long this farce would last.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jinheng couldn't help laughing bitterly, and felt that the sin was worth it, at least someone found it, and now he is in the house in front of him.

It made him feel at ease, more at ease these days.

Pressing on the phone, the smiling face on the screen overlapped with the face that was standing in the door to avoid resistance, which undoubtedly gave him another boost.

Zhou Jinheng put down his hand, closed his tired eyes, and let out a long breath.

Just find it.

If you find it, you can take him home.

The hearts of the people outside the house were shaking, and the people inside were also uneasy.

The window of Yi Hui's room opened on the side of the yard, Jiang Yimang slipped into his room after eating and taking a shower, leaning on the window and looking around: "He doesn't seem to have left yet, is that black shadow him?  … I'd better go downstairs and turn on the lights outside, otherwise I won't be able to see clearly."

He was pulled by Yi Hui, who was sitting at the table: "Mom is already asleep, don't disturb her." Then he glanced at the window, "The man must have left, and they all said that he found the wrong door."

Jiang Yimang pouted and sat back down: "It's rare to see someone who looks so similar to Heng Heng, so I'm not allowed to take a second look, hum."

Yi Hui wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say what was not Zhou Jinheng's words. He hesitated for a moment, but remained silent, turned around and continued to play with the tablet.

He seems to be concentrating, but in reality he is wandering in the sky, sitting for half an hour without drawing a single decent line.

While consoling himself that he was sluggish at night and not suitable for painting, he took out the picture of "Home and Everything Prosperity" and embroidered it, and the first stitch was in his hand.

"What's the matter with you, you're more excited than I am?" Jiang Yimang went to his room to find a Band-Aid and put it on him, "Just tell me if you don't want to draw a picture of me, there's no need to self-harm."

Yi Hui said no, and Jiang Yimang said with a smile, "I know that what I'm asking is more difficult to fulfill, so there are challenges and you can hone your skills, right?"

Yi Hui smiled noncommittally.

He had never lied before, but today he lied and deceived people one after another, first saying that he didn't know that person, and then saying that that person was not Zhou Jinheng. In fact, he has been lying since his rebirth, pretending to be Jiang Yihui, deceiving them, and almost deceiving himself.

Zhou Jinheng's appearance was tantamount to a blow to the head, as if to tell him, don't think that you can become that person by occupying someone else's body. What he has experienced and people who have crossed paths can't be easily gotten rid of if he wants to forget.

But it's not so worrying that can't sleep.

When he woke up early in the morning and watched Jiang Yimang go out, Yi Hui breathed a sigh of relief when he heard nothing unusual.

He knew that the man would not be guarding the door. That person has a bad temper, and he has no patience at all, especially for himself.

And he said he wasn't anymore.

With all the things that happened yesterday, Yi Hui started to feel chills down his spine again. He subconsciously wrapped his clothes, went back to the room, and locked the door. Jiang Xuemei knocked on the door and asked him why he didn't paint in the yard. He responded through the door, "It's cold today, and I don't want to go out."

Jiang Xuemei was very fond of her son, who had been frail and sick since childhood. Before going to work, she cooked sweet soup and left it in the pot. During work, she called Yi Hui to remind Yi Hui to remember to drink it.

Yi Hui stayed in the room by himself until noon. He was hungry. He opened the door and came out to fill a bowl of soup. Moved outside with the tablet and continued painting in the yard.

In the evening, Yi Hui, who was addicted to painting, completely forgot what he was worried about when he woke up in the morning. Seeing that it was almost time, he changed his shoes and went out as usual, preparing to take the big geese to let the wind out.

When he opened the courtyard door, he was still tying his buttons with his head down. Jiang Xuemei wanted to buy him a jacket with a lot of buttons, saying that it was stronger than a zipper to block the wind. Yi Hui was not used to it, and it took a long time to sort out every time he went out.

He had walked many times on the way to Aunt Qiu's house, and he could reach it smoothly with his eyes closed, so when he bury his head down and bumped into a wall of flesh, he was blindfolded.

I vaguely remember having experienced the same thing. Three years ago, under the department store, he was holding the doll he just caught. He didn't pay attention to the road while he was happy, and slammed his head into the man's shoulder.

The difference is that he almost lost his footing when he was hit, but this time someone protected his waist in advance and reminded him to be careful.

Yi Hui didn't care to say thank you, he turned his head and ran away.

He didn't choose the way home, but turned into a small road leading to the river. The swaying reeds on both sides of the road confused his sight. All his attention was on the front, and he just wanted to run and run. The farther, the farther the better.

He couldn't hear the footsteps behind him, and he didn't know that he was about to be caught up.

Even if there is no room for struggle, Yi Hui is still resisting. He pushed against the man's chest, but the man refused to let go. The two rolled into one place and fell to the ground. Yi Hui was wrapped around his waist and turned half a circle, pressing on the man. He closed his eyes and struggled. To stand up, the hand supporting the man's chest was suddenly held.

The man held it tightly, and firmly restrained Yi Hui from letting him leave: "Hui Hui, open your eyes."

Yi Hui closed his eyes even tighter. If he couldn't break it, he used the other hand to break it. He touched the back of the man's hand, and felt the bumps and ridges on it that were different from other parts. Yesterday, he clearly saw a scene that he deliberately ignored. Appeared again.

With the bruises on his forehead and the hideous scar on his hand, Yi Hui was dragged back to that terrifying dream. He was so frightened that he didn't want to see or listen. He kicked his legs on the ground and pushed his body back desperately. The moment he pulled out his hand, the back of his hand was lifted up by inertia, and a "pop" sounded into his ears. It's the sound of a slap.

Yi Hui opened his eyes in a shudder, his eyes fell on the face in front of him, and he saw that the skin quickly turned red, and several staggered traces appeared.

Zhou Jinheng didn't expect that he would be beaten, so he raised his hand and rubbed his cheek. At first, he only felt it was hot, but when he came back, he found it interesting again. The little fool is soft-hearted, and he doesn't dare to speak loudly. Who would have thought that one day he would be slapped severely by him?

He pulled the corners of his sore mouth and wanted to laugh at himself, but looked up at the person in front of him, but couldn't smile.

Yi Hui knelt on the ground, shrunk his neck and curled himself into as small a ball as possible. He closed his eyes and said nothing, but his head was raised stiffly, exposing his entire face to the air, as if waiting for him to hit him back.

Memories raged in his mind like a tide, and almost immediately, Zhou Jinheng thought of everything he had done to him - sneering and insulting in front of everyone, tossing on the bed to satisfy his own selfish desires, and ordering him to take it. cup, pouring freshly boiled water into the cup recklessly.

The heart image was fried in a frying pan for a while, Zhou Jinheng clenched his fists and almost broke his teeth.

Who said there is no karma in this world? Retribution has finally come.

Time passed by, and Yi Hui sat there, holding his neck and waiting.

He was very nervous, and his breathing was a little trembling.

But the expected pain didn't come, replaced by a warm hand, moving slowly and stroking softly.

"Don't be afraid, Huihui, don't be afraid." Zhou Jinheng squatted in front of him, dragged his chin, and brushed his fingers against his cold cheeks and the trembling eyelashes under his eyes, "Open your eyes, we'll be back right now. Family."