A refitted tall off-road vehicle was parked in front of the villa by the sea, the door was pushed open, and Yan Jifeng's long legs stepped out of the car and looked at the house.

The villa has been around for some years, and the style reveals the complexity and luxury of the last century. The carved iron gate is open. Uncle Lin came out of it, stood in front of Yan Jifeng, bowed his head respectfully and said, "Mr. Yan, Sir, please come in. "

Yan Jifeng glanced at Uncle Lin and walked in, followed by the bodyguards behind him. The house has a stronger sense of outdatedness than the outside, and it even makes people feel a little depressed.

Uncle Lin followed him and suddenly said, "Xiao Yue grew up here."

Yan Jifeng paused subconsciously. He was not surprised that the other party knew him. He was investigating Jiang Dongming, and Jiang Dongming must also investigate him. His relationship with Jiang Yue was not a secret.

At this time, a wheelchair opened out of the passage in the house. He turned to look, and met Jiang Dongming's gaze.

"Long time no see, Jifeng."

Jiang Dongming's wheelchair stopped in front of Yan Jifeng and looked at Yan Jifeng.

Yan Jifeng also looked at Jiang Dongming. The last time he saw Jiang Dongming was before he was sent to the old house in the countryside. Jiang Dongming mentioned the proposal that he was sent.

Fucking sleepwalking was unbelievable back then, no matter where he slept, he could always be found at the fucking night, no one knew how the fuck he got in, just that he nearly died at his fucking hands many times inside.

When woke up the next day, mother always cried and said that didn't want to, and even knelt down and begged him for forgiveness.

And because Yan Dingping has a mistress outside, his mother is normal most of the time during the day. Yan Dingping didn't want to be scolded for deliberately sending his original wife to a mental hospital, so he listened to Jiang Dongming's suggestion and sent him away.

Yan Jifeng looked down at Jiang Dongming and smiled softly, "Second uncle, what's wrong with your leg?"

"It's a waste." Jiang Dongming replied indifferently, as if seeing his nephew whom he hadn't seen for many years, he said with a kind smile, "It's noon soon, let's have dinner together and chat slowly."

"No need."

Yan Jifeng's eyes suddenly cooled down, and he took a step towards Jiang Dongming. The atmosphere in the house instantly became tense, as if he was afraid that he would do something to Jiang Dongming.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked down at Jiang Dongming without changing his face, and said, "In that case last year, it was you who manipulated the public opinion behind it."

Jiang Dongming admitted frankly, "I just pushed it a little."

Yan Jifeng clenched his teeth suddenly, and asked Jiang Dongming, "What do you want? Are you satisfied that Jiang Yue is the target of public criticism?"

Jiang Dongming looked at him with a casual smile, "Did you forget that you are the one who brought him to the forefront, and you are the one who made him lose his job."

Immediately, Yan Jifeng couldn't refute, and his eyes almost burned to stare at Jiang Dongming.

Over the past ten years, Jiang Dongming has hardly changed except that he looks haggard, and even his perverted temperament is still the same as before, jokingly watching other people's pain and then smiling.

"Jiang Dongming, since you gave up your original name, it has nothing to do with the Yan family. I don't care what you want, don't interfere with Jiang Yue's affairs, and I won't let him come back to you again."

Looking at Yan Jifeng's cruel eyes, Jiang Dongming laughed abruptly, but said in a calm tone full of provocation: "Jifeng, you and your father are really similar, self-righteous and affectionate. If you are really nice to him, How could he come back? You have ruined his hope of living, how can you say such a thing?"

The word "survive" was like a knife pierced into Yan Jifeng's eyes. He swooped up and grabbed Jiang Dongming's neck. Jiang Dongming's bodyguards immediately surrounded him, and he was blocked by Yan Jifeng's bodyguards.

Jiang Dongming waved his hand nonchalantly, but the bodyguards stayed still, Yan Jifeng stared at him as if two beasts were colliding, "What did you do to him?"

"I take care of him, raise him, teach him, and love him, otherwise you won't have the chance to sleep-"

Yan Jifeng's hand suddenly exerted force, and the bodyguards behind him confronted him again. His voice was extremely cold and he said, "Shen Ming, don't you think that I still care about blood and dare not kill you?"

Jiang Dongming didn't mean to resist at all, and answered in a poor voice: "I'm Jiang Yue's, father, you can - try to kill me - will he forgive you, you?"

Yan Jifeng's movements froze for a moment, then he threw off Jiang Dongming forcefully, stepped back and clapped his hands, as if he was picking up something dirty.

Jiang Dongming rubbed his neck and said, "If you really want to help him, help him find the real culprit who killed his father, kill him to avenge him...then take him back to the country, don't come back again."

Yan Jifeng looked at Jiang Dongming and felt that there was something in Jiang Dongming's words. Before he could figure it out, the person who just brought him in suddenly took a file bag and walked up to him.

Jiang Dongming explained to him, "This is the clue I know. Lao Lin, send him out."

Yan Jifeng took the file bag, and Uncle Lin said to him, "Mr. Yan, please."

He finally turned around and warned Jiang Dongming, "Stop trying to control Jiang Yue. It was between us that he didn't forgive me."

Jiang Dongming didn't respond, Yan Jifeng turned around and strode out. Uncle Lin sent him to the door and called him suddenly.

"Mr. Yan."

Yan Jifeng only took a serious look at him until now, and he said seriously: "Do you know what being a policeman means to Yue?"

"what?"

Yan Jifeng blurted out subconsciously, and Uncle Lin continued: "When he was young, he promised his father that he would become a policeman when he grew up. After his father left for many years, he lived a very depressed life. You know he Do you have hyperamnesia?"

"Know."

"In those few years, he kept recalling what happened when his father died, and the days when he was with his father. Avenging his father became his only belief in life."

The beast in Yan Jifeng's eyes suddenly charged again, "Jiang Dongming forced him! He left Jiang Yue with nothing but hatred!"

Jiang Dongming deliberately instilled in him the idea that his parents wanted to kill him when he was a child.

Uncle Lin didn't answer directly, but said: "Xiao Yue is very smart and strong. Probably he himself understood that he shouldn't live just for revenge, but in those few years there was nothing left around him, and finally he I went back to China with my husband behind my back and went to the police academy."

Uncle Lin paused, and told Yan Jifeng earnestly, "Being a policeman is because he wanted to fulfill his father's childhood wish—it was the hope he finally found for himself to persevere in a spiritual world that had nothing but revenge... …Even Mr. Dare not dare to force him to give up his job as a police officer, what you have ruined is Xiao Yue's only hope of living."

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Yan Jifeng suddenly remembered that Jiang Yue had asked him several times—whether he would grow old with him.

Did Jiang Yue at that time want to grow old with him?

At that time, Jiang Yue wanted to grow old with him.

Even if Jiang Yue regarded him as someone else at that time, Jiang Yue thought about being with him for the rest of his life.

But he never answered in the affirmative.

Immediately, Yan Jifeng froze into a cold sculpture, his blood seemed to cool down in an instant, and he felt the piercing cold.

What he destroyed was Jiang Yue's two hopes of living, and he caused Jiang Yue to become what he is now.

Uncle Lin continued to say: "Xiao Yue has been different from other children since he was a child. The memories he could never forget made him very painful. Even a little bad memory will be carried all his life, and even happy memories are being lost. Then it can also become a source of pain.

His past is already bitter enough, if you can’t keep him from being sad for the rest of your life, then don’t get close to him, let him go—”

"I can do it!"

Yan Jifeng interrupted Uncle Lin firmly, and said to himself, "Even if the person he really cares about is not me... even if I continue to be that person's substitute."

After Yan Jifeng finished speaking, he immediately turned around and returned to the car without looking back. The bodyguards hurriedly followed and drove away.

Uncle Lin stood in front of the gate, looking at the endless sea in front of him, and heaved a long sigh.

Sitting in the car, Yan Jifeng opened the file bag that Jiang Dongming gave him, and quickly read it. It was the last project that Jiang Yue's father took over in his laboratory. A new type of poisonous P. His father destroyed all the experimental data and samples, but he didn't want someone to be bribed for the experiment, so he quietly stole some samples and data.

In the end, the bribed colleague was unable to leave the laboratory because the laboratory exploded for unknown reasons.

The next day, Jiang Yue's father died in a house fire.

Yan Jifeng thought about it for a long time without moving, then suddenly picked up the phone, found a number in the incoming call log, and dialed it. When the other party answered, he said, "I'm Yan Yueqin's younger brother, I'm looking for your leader."

Jiang Yue and Ang Lai returned home. Ang Lai lived in a local villa community in a bay. After going to the house, Ang Lai said: "The whole community is populated by our people. Be careful not to go around in the future."

"Your dad lives here too?"

Jiang Yue asked curiously, and Ang Lai pointed to the tallest house outside the window, "It's right there, you'd better stay away, he's a pervert."

He didn't ask any more questions, Ang Lai went to the refrigerator and took out two cans of beer, threw one can to him, and they sat on the big sofa in the living room and opened beer.

Jiang Yue glanced at the house, there was no one else but them, he asked, "Just you?"

Ang Lai glanced at him sideways, "How many lovers do you think I should keep here?"

Jiang Yue didn't think so, he just took a sip and put down the bottle, instead he asked Ang Lai, "Do you really believe that I have what Brother Zeng wants?"

Ang Lai squeezed the remaining half of the beer can, the beer came out and spilled his hand, he threw the beer can out and smiled at Jiang Yue, "You don't have to test me, it doesn't matter if I believe it or not, as long as he once said he would believe it That's all. He must know who you are by now. But—”

Ang Lai turned over suddenly, with half of his body hanging on Jiang Yue's body, his fingers slid over Jiang Yue's half-exposed collarbone and continued, "If you really have one, I will like you more."

"Then tell me first what he wants."

Ang Lai was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, and clasped Jiang Yue's chin with one hand, "You are really not afraid of death, if it weren't for you, I could kill you now."

Jiang Yue grabbed Ang Lai's hand and pushed it away, stepped back and said, "I didn't lie to you, I have hypermemory, and as long as I have a look at all the experimental data of my dad, I can read it verbatim." write it down."

Ang Lai stared at him suspiciously, and he said, "You can ask me about the details of the way I just walked."

"There are a few leaves carved on the iron gate outside the courtyard."

Jiang Yue's eyes widened for a moment and he replied, "33 tablets."

Ang Lai had never paid attention to this problem, he looked at Jiang Yue suspiciously, ran out and counted it, exactly 33 pieces.

He went back to the living room, and Jiang Yue was half lying on the sofa in the same posture just now, like a seductive beauty picture.

Jiang Yue raised his chin slightly and asked, "Do you want to ask again?"

Ang Lai didn't ask any more questions, Jiang Yue went on to say: "You find a reason to send me to Brother A Zeng. As long as I have a chance to see his business, I can write it all down. When you bring him down, he will Let me handle it, how about it?"

"Are you not afraid of death?"

Ang Lai unconsciously knelt down on the sofa, leaning on the back of the sofa and trapping Jiang Yue between his arms, "If he finds out that something is wrong, you will die... Besides, he likes men, especially men like you .”

Jiang Yue suddenly smiled, like flowers blown away by the wind on the cliff, resolutely blooming the last beauty, making people feel evil.

Ang Lai pressed down unnaturally, his hands slipped in along the hem of Jiang Yue's clothes, and his lips touched Jiang Yue's mouth.

Jiang Yue suddenly froze into a stone statue, and Ang Lai froze his movements strangely. The next moment, Jiang Yue grabbed his hand and twisted it back. He was pushed on the sofa by Jiang Yue.

Then, Jiang Yue let go of him and stood up, "I'm sorry, I'm going to the toilet."

Jiang Yue hurriedly found the toilet on the first floor, went in and locked the door, and lifted up his clothes in front of the mirror. There was a large red bump on the waist and abdomen where Ang Lai touched, as if he was allergic.

After a long while, he put down his clothes and retreated to the wall behind him. He covered his face with his hands and inhaled fiercely. The strange feeling on the skin he touched slowly subsided.

The moment Aung Lai touched him, Yan Jifeng was all in his mind, and his body instinctively resisted the touch of others.

He took out his mobile phone and subconsciously pressed Yan Jifeng's number, but when he was about to dial, he suddenly woke up, deleted the number, and redialed the number of the psychiatrist he visited last time.

"Hello, I'm Jishu."

Jiang Yue said slowly, "Doctor Ji, I'm Jiang Yue."

Ji Shu was a little surprised, and then asked him, "What happened? Are you okay now?"

"I, if someone touches the skin of my body, I will get pimples like allergies. Is it normal?"

After a while, Ji Shu said, "Is that you?"

"Yes."

After a while, Ji Shu asked again, "Is it him who touched you?"

Jiang Yue paused, "No."

"Is it someone you hate and don't want to contact?"

Jiang Yue seriously thought about his impression of Ang Lai, and he couldn't say whether he hated him or not, but he knew what Aung Lai meant to him, and he was ready when he came back with Aung Lai. He needed Aung Lai's trust. Lai goes to bed.

He replied, "No."

"What did you think of when that person met you?"

Jiang Yue didn't answer, and Ji Shu asked in anticipation, "Are you thinking of him?"

"Um."

Ji Shu was silent for a while before saying: "This may be your body's stress response, you still regard him as the only medicine in your subconscious, your body is longing for him... Are you still in touch with him now? ?"

"Have."

"Then do you still want to leave him?"

Jiang Yue was silent for a long time without answering. Ji Shu continued, "You don't have to force yourself to make a decision. There is no right or wrong relationship."

"I understand."

Jiang Yue hung up the phone and leaned against the wall, as if he had lost the strength to support his body. He slowly squatted down and shrank into a ball, holding his head in his hands and burying his face in his lap, and stopped moving.

The author says:

Neither the protagonist nor Gong will really participate in the business of Poison P, the purpose is to sneak and strike again. The emotional flow will not write too detailed plots in this regard, but both the protagonist and the author have zero tolerance for poison P.