Chapter 54 Goodbye

Although they had tossed and made almond cakes, the two of them couldn't help being dazzled outside before they were ready to go home.

Ye Sheng took every precaution and put clothes and hats on Ye Rong and asked him to drink Banlangen as a precautionary measure. Unexpectedly, Ye Rong turned into a mud doll who couldn't stand a little bit of wind and rain. When came back, started to have a low fever.

Ye Sheng took out the fever medicine and cold medicine he had prepared.

Although Ye Rong had a fever, he was still in good spirits. He could wink with Ye Sheng while lying on the bed, and even dawdled someone to put a green bead in his mood recorder.

Ye Rong looked at the glass bottle that was almost full of green beads and felt a little smoother, thinking that the days might really pass for the better.

But after Ye Sheng poured the Sanjiu cold spirit, he was like a wilted flower and grass, and his constitution intolerance to such drugs made him dizzy and his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open his eyes.

Ye Sheng wiped his face and hands with a towel, changed him into pajamas, and tucked the quilt for him, before carrying large and small dirty clothes into the bathroom to give him a simple rub.

The ceiling light above his head flashed twice and suddenly went out with a snap. Ye Sheng looked up at the light, and after getting used to the darkness for a few seconds, he stood up and groped to wash his hands.

He came out of the bathroom, intending to call the front desk of the hotel, but he stopped suddenly at the end of the bed as he walked, staring deeply at the light-colored curtains rolled up by the wind, and he was born with a keen sense of danger. He couldn't help but press down the corners of his lips, and a deep crease rose between his brows.

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Ye Rong felt as if someone was covering his mouth and nose, he couldn't breathe, and it was so sultry that the back of his head was aching.

He opened his mouth to shout, but there was only a vague beast-like cry in his throat, so faint that it was almost negligible.

It seemed like he was being pressed by something heavy. He opened his eyelids and found that he was in a small confined space with clothes and other debris that could cover him up.

Ye Rong thought hard and guessed that he should be lying in the closet at the moment.

Yao Jin hadn't passed yet, his senses were not sensitive at the moment, and it was difficult to move his fingers, but he could still hear faint voices through the thin wardrobe door, fierce fighting, screaming, followed by falling, Something shattered immediately.

Suddenly, a strong force slammed into the closet door, and the closed closet door revealed a gap, and people outside could not see the inside, but in the dark, Ye Rong saw a blood-stained picture through the fluorescence of the broken mobile phone screen. s face.

Ye Rong suddenly stared at the face that was still saying goodnight to him a few hours ago, and watched Ye Sheng shake his head slightly, put his index finger against his lips and shush him. Actions.

Ye Rong couldn't contain the violent ho-ho sound in his throat, as if the throat stuck with the super glue was violently torn apart, and a sharp blade nailed into Ye Sheng's body also seemed to pierce Ye Rong's neck.

The sweet and turbid blood mixed with the skin-breaking pain rushed up, Ye Rong thought that he was about to choke to death.

But even though it was so painful, he still lost his voice and couldn't make any sound, he could only wait for the blood to flow through his mouth and nose and into his eyes.

Even his hands and feet couldn't move at all. He was so pressed that he couldn't breathe. Every inch of his flesh seemed to be crushed by someone. When he lowered his head, he could see the bones attached to the rotten flesh. His soul was also crushed and dried. It's thrown here like rubbish.

In a trance, he only thought that he was having a nightmare, and he was caught in the alternation of hot and cold to die. He gritted his teeth and seemed to hear a child's voice while shaking.

"Brother, where are you?"

The child with the wound on his head shouted and pushed open the closet door gently. The rushing sunlight poured in and stabbed Ye Rong into tears.

The child's eyes brightened terribly when he saw Ye Rong. Even though it was the first time they met, he seemed to recognize it and stretched out his dirty little hand to grab the corner of his clothes.

"Brother, I finally found you."

He said, and handed Ye Rong the half of the shriveled almond cake that he had held in his palm for an unknown time.

Ye Rong looked down, everything was just like in the yellowish memory at first, Ye Sheng handed over the half almond cake across the cage.

But at this moment, his memory that he never made mistakes was forcibly edited. He was no longer tired of knocking off the child's hand, and there were no more misunderstandings and inappropriateness between them.

Then the fear changed to tolerance, and he firmly caught the almond cake.

So he, a wandering lone ghost, has a reason to stay in this world just for a sweet bite.

[The author has something to say: It should be repaired again, the writing is not very good]