MTL - Bye Bye-Chapter 38

When he went downstairs, Ziobai suddenly heard the sound of snoring. He thought he was hitting a ghost, and his body became stiff while lying on the bed.

Just as he turned his head back to look at Qi Yiliao, he found... the white cat's eyelids were drooping, and its blood-stained mouth was slightly opened.

"Snoring...snoring..."

The sound came from its mouth.

Not loud, very quiet.

Like lying on the master's arms, it's so comfortable, but it's coquettish.

Zibazania was shocked, the cat vomited blood all over, and the wire around its neck had been deeply cut into its flesh, how could it still be able to sleep?

The avatar of the friend reflects the heart of the person involved.

Mao's reaction made Ziabai realize that Qi Yiliao should be in a good mood at this moment.

So Ziobai took the opportunity to say something that was half mentioned before: "Dong Qi, why do you want me to read to you in the Buddhist hall?"

Qi Yiliao's smiling face was reflected on the elevator door: "That place in the Buddha Hall..."

His tone dragged on, not to make people impatient, but to arouse curiosity, but he was afraid of the power and aura of his gestures and gestures and did not dare to urge him.

"It's good for meditation and self-cultivation, suitable for listening and reading." Qi Yiluo looked at the person on the bed through the elevator door, and explained the knowledge to him kindly, "Especially at night."

Zizania: "..."

There was an extra hand on the bedpost, and when a shadow fell, he saw that Qi Yiliao was still blood-colored, but there were not so many evil eyes.

"When uncle listens to and reads, he has some innocuous hobbies, does that scare you?" Qi Yiliao's tone was very warm.

Zizania didn't speak.

Is the ruler a small hobby? Is admonition a small hobby?

You are a pervert, you have the final say. Anyway, I should not be scared. I'm afraid I have to hide it, and use it as a way to cover up the past.

At the same time, the old pervert had to know that he was covering up.

It is good to satisfy the refreshment of the opponent's hunter.

"It's fine if you don't have one." Qi Yiliao laughed out of his throat, "Uncle knows that Xiaobai is different from other children."

Before he finished speaking, he straightened up, pushed the bed out of the elevator, and walked loosely and gracefully: "Read more books, your vocabulary is too small."

The word "vocabulary" reminded Ziabai of Jiang Yan. He was distracted, and the bed stopped at some point on the corridor in front of the operating room.

Jiao Bai raised his head, and found that Qi Yiliao, who was resting his hands on the head of the bed, was looking down at him.

Against the light, his face was dark and cold.

"My vocabulary is small." Zizania felt ashamed, "I need to read more books."

Qi Yiluo continued to walk: "Don't be discouraged, I will teach you once, and you will master it. With your learning ability and comprehension, you will have a lot of room for improvement. I will ask Aunt Liu to get you a few books tomorrow. Watch."

"Row."

Ziao Bai lay paralyzed, the lamps embedded in the wall above his head passed by his field of vision, he didn't feel any heat, he was still covered with a quilt, and still felt cold.

I don't know if it was caused by the old injury of the tailbone, but it is very uncomfortable to be cold.

"You are recuperating here with me. Reading some books can pass the time and improve your knowledge." Qi Yiliao pushed the bed into the guest room and placed it in its original position. After that, he didn't move or make a sound.

Just like a very patient parent, give the child enough time to recognize the reality.

The white cat is still snoring, indicating that the cat owner's mood remains the same, with little ups and downs, and it has not changed from sunny to cloudy.

A subtle guess emerged in Ziabaid's heart. The white cat's threats, warnings, painful tears, and weak calls for help were not aimed at him, but at everyone.

Everyone who appears in its master world.

It's just that its owner keeps it very secret, and no one else can feel its existence. Only Zizania, which is a good friend of its owner, has seen it.

— it sees him as the last straw, the last hope.

Ziao Bai came back to his senses, he pursed his lower lip and showed his canine teeth: "What Director Qi said is true."

Qi Yiliao's eyes were a little strange: "Xiaobai, you are much more sensible than 'Di Ye' at that time."

Zibai smiled brightly: "One must learn to grow up."

"Then grow up well. Uncle is looking forward to your performance." Qi Yiluo pulled the quilt up for him considerately, "Good night."

As soon as the door was closed, the curvature of Ziababa's mouth disappeared. A friend has a temperament, and the strategy must be adjusted accordingly.

He couldn't provoke Qi Yiliao like he did to Shen Ji, call him by his first name, show his thorns when the opponent approached, and stab the opponent's hand with blood.

Scratching and scratching with fingernails is even more impossible.

He couldn't even imagine it.

Zia Bai sorted out a few messages about Qi Yiliao. Buddhist hall, mother, original English books, reading, ruler, Buddhist scriptures...

These points can be combined into a very clichéd and **** plot. There are similar stories in many comics. It looks cool, but it's too sad to be unable to substitute or delve into it.

The distortion of the previous generation, the perversion of the next generation.

Everything happens for a reason.

It seems that Qi Yiliao has become a little bit more transparent.

Not too hard to get right.

Zia Bai thought of this and was too embarrassed to brag about it, Qi Yiliao didn't have a hard time getting the **** out of him.

As for the thirty-second page, he had only read half of it, which was too difficult.

Zia Bai was very worried that when he was active in Qi Yiliao in the future, manuscripts in various languages ​​would appear on the entire wall on the first floor.

The English ones just don’t know the uncommon words, and the others can stumble in silence, trying to read them out. In French, German, Russian, etc., in his eyes, there is only one word—death.

And that's not the worst part.

The most frightening thing was that Qi Yiliao got a certain kind of perverted emotion in the sound of his reading, and asked him to keep reading for an hour or two. Then, if his voice is cut and his voice becomes unpleasant, he will be replaced by Qi Yiluo, and someone else will take his place.

I didn't suffer tonight, so it will be hard to say next time.

Only by working harder for the white cat can he have a better chance of winning.

Books need to be read, and there must be a rebellious mentality.

Cats catch mice when they are not hungry, not for food, but for fun.

Then does it like to be too scared to move, or is it alive and kicking, hiding and hiding?

Activity gave the answer.

Reading a book has increased by 0.3, and now it is 3.2.

Although the rise is very slow, at least it is moving forward.

The proof method is correct.

Zibai tilted his head, buried his face in the soft pillow, Jiang Yan and Xiao Ji's fairy voices, even Qi Yiliao could get tired of hearing them...

Voice alone won't work. You still have to be prepared.

Ziabaca fell asleep thinking wildly, and he had a dream. In the dream, he held a book and read aloud, with a mountain of knives under his feet, a sea of ​​fire above his head, a ruler on his left, and books as high as a building on his right.

When I woke up, the room was full of books.

Zizania is not an exaggeration at all, there are only feet around the bed.

The nurse tidied up a stack of books, and said pantingly, "Mr. Jiao, there's still a little outside. I'll come and help you out of bed after I move it."

Zizania: "..."

Is this the "several books" Qi Yiliao mentioned? ? ?

I'd better continue to sleep, a dream within a dream, this is, definitely!

Ziazania's daily routine has become reading, reading, and reading.

The nurse will come to remind him every hour: "Mr. Jiao, you need to take a break to relieve eye fatigue."

Zizania look up the phonetic symbols in the dictionary, forget it, if your eyes are tired, you will be tired, and your life is at stake. He is more serious than any stage in school, and he will try his best to spell and memorize if he can't.

Who would have thought that he, an ordinary senior in high school, would work so hard while recovering from his injuries.

Full marks in English, simple.

TOEFL IELTS, not impossible.

Good life, dream.

Jiang Yan appeared on the fourth day when Ziabai was in a state of study. He was rarely wearing a skirt, but a red overcoat, a flowing wig in front of him, and a pair of long leather boots with neither high nor low heels.

"Student Jiao, I'm busy studying." Jiang Yan wandered among a pile of books, smacking his lips, "I came at a bad time, so I'm bothering you."

Ziobai threw him a bag of persimmons: "The gift of books is something I will never forget."

Jiang Yan caught the persimmon cake and threw it on the book: "Don't drag the text, be realistic, and tease me."

He smiled unrestrainedly: "I can do it to you."

The strawberry juice from Zibazania's mouth almost spewed out. Jiang Yan is taller than him and has abdominal muscles. Jiang Jiang is also quite big, so it can't really be 1, right? There is no such setting in the original book.

Jiang Yan squatted beside the bed, affectionately: "Will you give me a chance to be a new man?"

Ziabab pushed his hand out of the quilt: "I don't want to."

"Cruel hearted." Jiang Yan sat on the ground, casually picked up a book and flipped through it.

Zibai put the cup on the small table beside the bed: "Why haven't you come these days?"

"Miss me?" Jiang Yan turned his back and leaned against the edge of the bed, "Brother Yan is busy."

Ziobai couldn't look at Jiang Yan's face, only heard the voice and couldn't hear anything abnormal, but it was already abnormal.

When Jiang Yan was talking to him, he didn't turn his back to him like this.

Jiao Bai frowned, Qi Yiliao would still visit him after that night and ask him about his study progress, but he never asked him to go up again.

Qi Yiliao needs a boy with an excellent voice to stand in the Buddhist hall and recite for him.

There can be no one on the third floor.

That should be Jiang Yan who was placed beside Qi Yiliao again.

At the end of Jiang Yan's flirting with him, when he came to Lanmo Mansion, he would not fail to take a look at him.

There are various answers ready to come out.

Could it be that Jiang Yan was beaten, and he didn't come because he was afraid he would find out? !

Jiaobai grabbed Jiang Yan's long ponytail without much effort: "Have you been coming to Lanmo Mansion every night these days?"

Jiang Yan snorted: "Why do you inquire about this, you want to steal my business?"

Zizania twitches, the little pepper is really out of shape. This kind of person seems to be open to everything, but it is actually difficult to get into his heart.

"A few days ago, Director Qi asked me to read to him," said Jiaobai, "I was almost beaten."

Jiang Yan said with disgust, "It's really stupid."

Ziobai resisted the urge to hit him, and continued: "I just wanted to ask you, when you didn't know it at first, would you tell him the truth?"

"Tell the truth? What the truth, teacher, I can't?" Jiang Yan opened and closed his lips, which were so red and kissable, "It's crazy, whoever dares to act stupid in front of the donor, just be scolded obediently."

"Are you telling the truth?" He gave Zibai a thumbs up, "Warrior."

Jiao Bai put his hands on his face, took a deep breath, he said he was not beaten, but was encouraged by Qi Yiluo, probably because he was the first person who dared to say that.

Honesty makes Qi Yiliao feel fresh.

"It seems that you have another way," Jiang Yan said in an envious tone, "I seem to have seen you lying on the rich list."

Zizania: "...I didn't get a penny."

Jiang Yan sympathetically kissed the back of his hand: "Then you are miserable."

The two looked at each other and laughed for some reason.

"I've read thousands of books." Jiang Yan stood up, pointed to the books on the floor and said, "It's comparable to the ones in your room."

Zizania: "Is it also Qi Dong's book?"

Jiang Yan was heartbroken: "I bought it out of my own pocket."

"The one told me that there is a house of gold in the book." Jiang Yan accidentally kicked down a pile of books, and he bent down to pick them up, "It's a pity, brother Yan has ink in his stomach, and he's still a duck."

Jiao Bai remembered a small detail, the last time Jiang Yan came to him, he knocked the picture frame crookedly and left without caring, and was later helped by Qi Yiluo.

This time Jiang Yan knocked over the books, but immediately tidied them up...

Seeing that Jiang Yan put the book back, Ziabai asked something: "Have you ever read Buddhist scriptures?"

"Again!" Jiang Yan flicked his long ponytail. The quality of the wig was really good, and he couldn't tell it was fake at all. .”

"I haven't read it, I just copied it." Jiang Yan didn't wait for Ziba to speak, and then revealed, "That person is not quite right recently. I was driven downstairs every time I read two sentences. You know, the longest time I have ever been After reading it for more than an hour, Mr. Zhang was very surprised. I don’t know who can break my record.”

Speaking of this, Jiang Yan glanced at Zibai, and he said sadly: "I thought I could receive the salary of Lanmo Mansion until the end of the year, but happiness is so short-lived, and I have to find another home."

Zizania didn't respond.

"Ziao Xiaobai, you are stupid, I mean, this is the last time I come to Lanmo Mansion." Jiang Yan pinched his face, "I'm here to say goodbye to you, baby."

Jiao Bai's heart suddenly felt like it was over, Jiang Yan was selected by Qi Yiliao for the second time, and he got tired of it in just a few days, so what should he do? Uncertain future.

"Why do you always find someone else?" Ziobai asked, smelling the smell of dog blood, "Your family owes you a lot of debt?"

"Yes, yes," Jiang Yan rested his chin on the quilt on the edge of the bed, "Father is dead, mother ran away with someone, my younger brother is a fool, and my elder brother has a pile of debts on his head."

The room fell silent.

Jiang Yan thumped the bed and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Jiao Xiaobai, you really..."

Ziobac interrupted: "I'll lend you some."

Jiang Yan still maintained the appearance of laughing, his red lips were parted wide, tears were in his eyes, but he didn't laugh. It's funny.

"What?" After a long time, Jiang Yan made a sound.

"I said, I'll lend you some." Ziao Bai stretched out his hand, "Give me the phone, and I'll transfer the money to you."

Jiang Yan looked at the hand stretched out in front of him. It was slender and weak, and it would be broken with a light touch. He moved his face closer and rubbed it with a smile: "Actually, you just want my phone to do bad things."

Ziobai didn't bother to explain, he took Jiang Yan's cell phone and just flicked it.

Two million went out.

Jiang Yan took the phone back, and swept the tip of his tongue over the inner wall of his mouth. He put the phone in his coat pocket, smiling very crookedly, but he couldn't hide his beauty: "Husband~"

Ziao Bai is like a scumbag who only gives money but not heart: "Go away."

For some reason, Ziabai felt that Jiang Yan had something on his mind, and there was an invisible weight pressing down on his shoulders, so he blurted out: "I borrowed from you, you have to pay me back."

"Return, must return." Jiang Yan rubbed Zizania hair, "Don't go to the cemetery in the backyard, we little people, do our own duty, don't hit the family..."

There was a figure outside the door, and Aunt Liu stood there: "Xiao Jiang, you should go."

Jiang Yan withdrew his hand from Zizania's head, and just before getting up, he whispered in his ear: "One day you go to Beicheng, you can find... Forget it, not necessarily."

"There will be a period later."

Jiang Yan reached into his collar, pulled something out, and threw it on Zibazania's bed, "May God be with you."

That is a cross.

Lying on Zizania's chest, separated by the gray quilt.

Ziabai didn't pay attention to Aunt Liu's gaze, he picked up the cross to play with. For Jiang Yan's liking and intimacy, Ziobai didn't take it seriously, he knew that the other party's teasing was greater than the truth.

In "Broken Wings", Jiang Yan is an accessory of each gold master. He is a little man who has been teased, hugged, kissed, scolded and beaten, and then brought back to be kept by his side, but in the end he lost to the official match. It is the most vivid stroke in the comics, even when he died, the last point of his life was flamboyant and fiery.

Ziabab put the cross beside the pillow, and then read the unfinished book.

The two million may not be comparable to the breakup fee given to Jiang Yan by the benefactor, not even a fraction.

But that's money too.

Two million is not two yuan, and it can save lives at critical times.

The money Ziabaca lent to Jiang Yan was just to repay the English books and notes in the books he gave her.

That night, Jiaobai came across a word that Jiang Yan had annotated, so he memorized it and read it out.

Zizania is a person with clear grievances and grievances.

Revenge for revenge, repay kindness for kindness, live clearly and soberly.

After that day, Jiang Yan really never appeared again.

Ziobai was mentally prepared to be "invited" up to the third floor by Qi Yiliao in the middle of the night, but Qi Yiliao didn't expect Qi Yiliao to go abroad.

Before Qi Yiliao left, he brought Jiaobai a wheelchair, which was the one Zhang Zhen was sitting in.

Under the warm winter sun, Qi Yiliao pushed Zizania to the front yard and let him place it among the flowers that bloom all the year round.

Ziao Bai was wearing a mask and a hat, sitting in a wheelchair looking at the flowers, the blue sky and white clouds, and the elegant and profound man in front of the arch.

Among other things, Qi Yiliao has no penchant for torturing patients.

"Is the air outside good?" Qi Yiluo didn't look at the bamboo shoots, he was looking at the bugs on the gray wall.

"Okay." Zizania exhaled and inhaled, "It's not at the same level as the house."

"That's why health is so important." Qi Yiliao laughed in a low voice, chatting in a friendly way.

The little bug finally crawled to its own nest.

go home.

A hand reached out and crushed it.

The tiny corpse fell to the ground, how fragile it was.

Qi Yiliao looked down for a moment, kicked some dirt with his leather shoes, and buried the little corpse.

But in the next moment, it was crushed.

Dirt and corpses crumbled on the soles of his shoes.

He wiped his fingers with a veil, and his voice was gentle and soft: "You are recovering well, and you can do some activities next month."

Zia Bai knew his situation, and the physiotherapist Qi Yiliao arranged for him was very good.

"noob,"

Qi Yiliao's voice came from the arched door, he said, "Read a few pages to uncle."

It was so sudden, Ziobac only had time to glance at the white cat hanging by its neck, and before saying anything, Zhang Zhen, who was standing somewhere just now, sent the book over with complicated eyes.

"Read it well." Zhang Zhen ordered in a low voice and then withdrew. The gauze on his head had been removed, leaving a scar, but the beauty was not damaged, but the sexiness was a little more rough and vicissitudes.

Ziobac just read the book and wanted to turn into a butterfly and fly away.

Damn, it's a Buddhist scripture.

Copy scriptures.

It’s been a few years, and the paper has turned yellow and moldy. I don’t know what font it is. It seems that I know everything, and it seems that I don’t know a single word.

Ziao Bai covered her mouth with a mask, and said a few foul words: "Qi Dong, I don't understand many of these scriptures."

"If you don't understand at the first glance, then take a second look and a third look." Qi Yiluo stared at the bug on the wall, watching it crawl down the crack of the wall tenaciously, "Use snacks."

Zizania tucked into the sleeve of the furry pajamas stretched out a few fingers, pinched the scriptures, and turned them from front to back. They were all written by children, which were very similar to the hand-copied versions of English books he had read, as if they were written by the same person. . But there is a little difference.

English books seem to be written a few years older, while the scriptures are earlier.

crooked.

Zibai glanced at Qi Yiliao, but the other party didn't have a ruler in his hand. This is not a Buddhist hall, and there should be no lectures.

Ziao Bai looked at Qi Yiliao's profile picture.

The white cat didn't know when it cleaned its beard very clean, its golden eyes looked at him without blinking, its expression was cold and cute.

A gust of wind blows, Hua Cong nods to Ziobac, Ziobac reads the scriptures, after reading a few sentences, he encounters an uncertain word, and guesses it out.

"Zhu." Qi Yiliao said.

Zaobai corrected it and reread: "There is no increase or decrease in the roots of goodness."

Could it be that Qi Yiluo memorized all the books he wanted others to read? Zizania had goosebumps all over from this guess.

There is only one chanter and one listener in the garden in the front yard.

Zhang Zhen and others are guarding the periphery.

"Brother Zhen, I heard that Mr. Wen went abroad for the news of his elder brother's illegitimate son." A brother said.

Another brother yelled: "Really, is that to take him back to Qi's house?"

"Who knows."

"Okay, don't worry about salty carrots. If you have that kung fu, it's better to punch two sets and get a wife."

The latter part of the sentence made a group of old men lose their breath and become paralyzed.

Zhang Zhen chewed grass: "You say..."

Everyone looked over.

"It's nothing." Zhang Zhen didn't care about the complaints of his brothers. He squatted under the low roof irritably. Chen Yiming called him every now and then to inquire about Jiaobai. Obviously, Chairman Shen never let go.

Then why didn't Director Shen come to pick up the bamboo? It's been half a month.

Really, please hurry up.

The third brother's gazes were more and more fixed on Zaobai.

What is this for?

The third brother and Shen Dong are best friends, don't do it for a small thing...

A line of sight was cast from the garden, passing through the bushes and bushes, and falling loosely on Zhang Zhen's face. The line of sight has already passed, and then returned.

Zhang Zhen sensed it, and he subconsciously went forward.

He had just successfully finished reading a passage of scriptures, and was praised by Qi Yiliao. He casually glanced at the relaxed Ziobac and Zhang Zhen, and looked at each other.

Ziao Bai pulled off his mask, raised his chin slightly towards Zhang Zhen, and smiled, his eyes were particularly bright.

Zhang Zhen tilted his head and ate half of the grass near his lips. He raised his arms and crossed his fingers on the back of his neck. His Adam's apple moved, and his neck felt slightly hot.

See, just a restless one.

If this kind of person becomes an exception and stays with the third brother for a long time, then the third brother will have no shortage of hats all year round.

Still green.