Yue Xiangyang was slightly stunned, temporarily stopped bandaging, and raised his head to look at him.

He looks particularly fragile now. The candlelight casts a shadow of destruction in his eyes, like a little turbulence in the stagnant water, so dull, as if it will be extinguished at any time.

"Brother Qi, you saved my life." Yue Xiangyang stared at him and finally spoke sincerely, "No matter how others think of you, you are my benefactor to me."

What he is doing was something that happened not long after he was imprisoned. Sheng Zeqi remembered in a trance that it seemed that this was indeed the case.

It turned out that it was just for the so-called repayment of kindness, and he immediately scoffed: "That was just boring." Maybe it was because he just happened to like him.

"But at least it's clear that you still have good thoughts in your heart!" Yue Xiangyang did not allow him to deny it. In front of him, he rarely had the opportunity to say so calmly in his heart.

"I always feel that human nature is very complicated, and there are no purely good people or bad people. No matter how good people are, they will have evil thoughts, and no matter how bad people are, they will have good thoughts. At this time, other attitudes may amplify their good thoughts and evil thoughts. I hope to be the one who amplifies the good thoughts and amplifies the good thoughts."

Sheng Zeqi tsk and still looked disdainful. If good and evil thoughts are as simple as him, they wouldn't have to stay here now. However, in order to avoid another great reason waiting for him, this time, he did not refute him again.

After he finally finished bandaging, Sheng Zeqi glanced at the wrists that were wrapped into rice dumplings and shook them in front of him with disgust, "You're so ugly."

"You bandaged your ex-girlfriend before and looked so ugly?"

"It seems...it's quite ugly." Yue Xiangyang couldn't help laughing, "But it's a good thing to think about it from another perspective! Because I don't have the experience of bandaging, I've always protected her well and never hurt her, so naturally there is no chance to bandage her."

"Okay, okay, okay," Sheng Zeqi looked up at the roof, "You showed off your affection and showed off my face."

Seeing that he was in a better mood now, Yue Xiangyang plucked up his courage and asked, "Brother Qi, can you tell me now why you...?"

Sheng Ze's eyes suddenly became cold, and he was silent for a long time before he handed the letter to him.

He had put the letter in the envelope again, and even when he was g, he had not put it in it. If this was the only thing Long'er left him, he would still be reluctant to throw it away.

Yue Xiangyang hesitated and answered it. Seeing Long'er's signature on the envelope, he was shocked. Long'er really replied to Brother Qi? Then why did he react like this? Did she refuse to be friends with him, or—?

He was afraid that Sheng Zezhi would regret it, so he quickly pulled out the letter and looked at it carefully. The more he looked, the more frightened he became.

"Brother Qi, don't blame me for being too talkative," Yue Xiangyang hurriedly came to discuss with him, "I don't think this letter is written by Sister Qianlong, right?"

"Although I don't know her, just by judging from the information I have seen and heard so far, I don't think she is like someone who can write such a letter."

"Sister Qianlong should be a kind and rational person. She is gentle and considerate, so so many people like her. Besides, every time she receives so many letters from fans, she can't read them. How could she give you a letter of so sadness?"

"Also, Brother Qi, think that Sister Qianlong has returned to the Seven Realms. If this letter was really written by her, when did she write it? If it was before she went back, why did it take so long to deliver it to you? If it was after she went back, and the interplanar mailing technology has not yet been implemented, you would never be able to receive her original manuscript!"

"Anyway, no one has seen Sister Qianlong's handwriting, that is, anyone may use her identity to write this letter."

There is another thing he didn't. The letters they read had to be reviewed. He and Sheng Ze passed this point last time. This review not only prevents them from transmitting bad information from the outside world, but also provides them with protection. So, why can this letter that is obviously not in compliance with the regulations be delivered to him? I'm afraid someone deliberately framed it, and it must be cooperated by internal personnel...

There is no zip code or stamp on the envelope. It is said that it is not sent through conventional mailing channels, but directly by the person who wrote the letter. Why is it so troublesome? It is to make such a letter that is obviously inconsistent with the regulations pass the review, and the other party should have paid some benefits.

That is, the other party either has a familiar prisoner here or a temporary bribery. There are surveillance monitors everywhere in the prison. If the other party wants to hide his identity, he will most likely not dare to come in directly. The most direct contact with the jailer is the gatekeeper.

Therefore, just by investigating who are on duty, you should be able to find some clues. But this matter is not that simple. I should wait until I find out clearly before I find out, otherwise with his brother's temper, he might start to make trouble again.

After listening to Yue Xiangyang's analysis, Sheng Zeqi had only one question: "If it weren't for Long'er, who was that?" Who would hate himself so much? He should use this method to deal with himself?

"That's why we have to figure it out!" Yue Xiangyang was also excited, "Brother Qi, please continue to write letters to Sister Qianlong. I will also help you write together. If the two of you write together, the probability of receiving a reply will be greater!"

"Also, we can make an appointment with Sister Qianlong in the letter. If this kind of impersonation letter appears next time and there is no response to the secret code in the letter, it will be fake!"

Not Long'er... Then did Long'er hate herself? Sheng Zeqi really felt a glimmer of hope from the desperate situation this time, and his arrogant nature emerged again. He pretended to be disgusted and said, "Who wants you to write, Long'er can only reply to me!"

He finally returned to his usual appearance. It was not too early, so Yue Xiangyang coaxed him to prepare to go to bed. It was obvious that he would probably lose his morning training again, but he had to attend on time!

"...It's so cold." Sheng Zeqi had just moved for a while and suddenly felt a chill entering his body, as if he had stepped directly from summer to winter. "Why is it so cold?"

Yue Xiangyang quickly reacted and explained: "Brother Qi, you have lost too much blood and are weak now. Don't be picky about food after that. Just eat more vegetables and supplement more. You should try to take a break as much as possible, and I will help you with your work."

He carried his quilt from the side and pressed it on his quilt together: "My quilt is also covered with you."

"...Then you can't wait until I fall asleep before robbing it back." Sheng Zeqi felt a little aggrieved.

"Okay, okay..." Yue Xiangyang agreed repeatedly.

Before going to bed, Sheng Zeqi put the letter that had been wounded under his pillow.

It is still impossible to determine 100, where did this letter come from? That is, there is still a little bit that may be from Long'er.

She has pendants, bracelets, exclusive songs with others, and she has nothing to do with Sakura. This letter is the only thing that can connect her with herself. Even if it was a knife that hurt him, at least it was also a knife from Long'er.

"Don't go out for this matter." Before extinguishing the candle, Sheng Zeqi looked at the remaining blood on the thatched ground and said quietly.

He knew the old man's style very well. If this matter came to his ears, he might not be for himself, but he always wanted face. His son was almost killed because Long'er sent such a letter... He was worried that the old man would be unfavorable to Long'er because of this.

Yue Xiangyang nodded, and he didn't think it was better. If the person who set up a poison plan knew that this move was so lethal, he might continue to make trouble in the name of Long'er in the future. It would be better for people to think that Brother Qi didn't care about it. Seeing that this move was useless, the person would naturally stop.

Sheng Zeqi had already lie down. Yue Xiangyang helped him cover the quilt. Just as he was about to clean up the ground, Sheng Zeqi suddenly raised his hand and grabbed half of his sleeve.

"When I go out, I'll find a way to try to rebel for you."

He looked up at the dark roof, and under the flashing candlelight, he pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled weakly. He was pale, but satisfied.

My friends outside were like the old man, but they were just a group of rice insects he raised, and they would go wherever they had profits. At that time, he didn't know how to maintain a friendship, but was just immersed in the endless cycle of giving and demand. Instead, in prison, he made such a friend who was sincerely good for him for the first time. He didn't want to, he was really moved a little.

People like Yue Xiangyang do not belong here at all. His world should be the blue and white clouds and sunny grass outside, and his beloved girlfriend... He should not stay in such a place, spending time with a group of sinners day and night, wasting his youth.

Just think that he was bored again... He should have his freedom, and he wants to help him.

***

Yu Liyan woke up from a nightmare.

In the dream, Ayao knew the truth and wanted to break up with him... No matter how much he begged with tears, he had no nostalgia.

There are also those friends from my school days, Yin Qiao and Jian Zhiheng, who are all away from themselves. They have integrated into the light, and she is the only one who is abandoned in the darkness.

This dream was so real, Yu Liyan leaned against the head of the bed, sweating in cold sweat. She needed to use it for a while to digest it to make sure it was really just a dream.

Perhaps it is because of the deep fear in her heart that over the years, she often dreamed that she was abandoned by Mi Ziyao, and she was in pain every time. Even when she was in love with Mi Ziyao, she would worry that such happiness would be disillusioned like a bubble at any time. She was also afraid that all her achievements would be like castles in the air, and would completely collapse with the exposure of the truth... She has always lived a very unsafe life.

Calculate the time, the letter should have been sent... Yu Liyan used her five fingers to combed the hair on her head over her head over again and again. He saw the letter, was he dead? But someone like him who is cold-blooded and selfish and only loves himself may be overwhelmed. Forget it, it would be better to make him feel uncomfortable. His father has done much more to him than this.

After repeated deep breaths, Yu Liyan finally brought herself back to reality. After simple dressing up, she was ready to go out to work.

As soon as I got off the floor, I smelled a scent. My mother was wearing an apron and cooking in the kitchen.

Looking at this scene, Yu Liyan's nose felt sore. She always felt that her mother didn't love her so much. When she practiced dancing, she sprained her foot. Her mother's reaction was not to care about herself, but to ask her mentor if it would affect the competition. She still remained the same when she grew up. She was sick and was so dizzy that she was burning. Her mother would check the thermometer from time to time, but she was just worried that she would turn off the notice.

She always puts her work before her feelings, and even she treats her fans better than herself.

But it turns out... does the mother still care about her? She would get up early to make breakfast for herself to celebrate her resumption of work. Perhaps in other families, this is just a very ordinary daily routine, but to her, it is particularly precious.

Holding back tears, Yu Liyan squeezed out a smile: "Mom, is this breakfast so rich?"

Mrs. Yu glanced at her, and continued to stir the pot with a shovel, and replied casually: "Yanyan, you can make some food by yourself. My mother is still rushing to make lunchboxes and will deliver them to Mr. Sheng before going to work! Thanks to him for your comeback this time, I have to thank him for you!"

Yu Liyan's brain buzzed. That night, the unbearable scenes appeared in her mind on the hotel bed, making her hatred and disgusted. Now her mother actually... wants to thank the devil who caused all this?!

Seeing her mother still happily serving dishes, Yu Liyan could no longer control herself. She rushed forward in a few steps, waved her hand and knocked over the plate, sprinkling the dishes all over the floor.

"You...you kid..." Mrs. Yu was angry and slapped her in the face without saying a word.

Yu Liyan was beaten to a halt, and all the grievances surged up. She covered her cheeks with one hand and asked in a collapsed manner:

"Why do you want to please him? You only know that he helped me come back, then do you know that he asked me to ban it? He is the good and bad guys. Should I thank him?"

Mrs. Yu curled her lips and looked at her for granted: "That must be you ignorant! You made Mr. Sheng angry. What's wrong with you?"

The same argument as Mr. Sheng, they all put her in the position of a beneficiary and a beggar. She must always be grateful to Mr. Sheng. As long as she is a little dissatisfied, she must be ignorant.

It would be fine if all these words were from Mr. Sheng, because he was indeed the lofty mercier. But by his mother, Yu Liyan felt extremely ironic. Her position was obviously the same as herself, and she was like an ant and a dog in Mr. Sheng's eyes. She was happy and praised the bones, and kicked them when she was unhappy. But even so, her mother actually helped Mr. Sheng teach her a lesson...

Mrs. Yu, who was immersed in "pleasing", didn't care about having too many daughters with her. She was busy cleaning the kitchen and preparing to continue making breakfast for Mr. Sheng.

Yu Liyan stood on the curtain, with a scorching stinging pain remaining on her face, but her heart was filled with cold and sadness.

Do you really treat me as your daughter? From the time you have grown up, you only treat me as a tool to realize your star dream... Have you ever respected me and cared about me...

Apart from being your money tree, have you ever loved me a little bit...even if it's just a little bit...
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