Late at night, please give me half a cigarette

Chapter 298 Awakened from a Nightmare
"Sleep, don't think so much."

Ye Yaoyu's voice sounded from the top of my head again. This voice seemed to have magical powers. While relaxing my mind, my eyelids became very heavy.

So my eyelids couldn't support anymore, and I slowly closed my eyes, sniffing the unique smell of Ye Yaoyu, and gradually fell asleep.

This night, I had a lot of dreams.

In the dream, Zhao Jianping's pale and livid face kept appearing in front of my eyes. He stretched out his blood-stained hands, scratched my face indiscriminately, and yelled at me over and over again: "He Qiu, He Qiu, my death is all your fault! It's all your fault! You don't want to live in peace even if I die, I will arrest you and go to hell with me!"

I yelled at you not to come over, while running feebly.

In the dream, I really wanted to run fast, but no matter how hard I tried, I still felt that I couldn’t run fast. I was about to be caught by Zhao Jianping. At this time, my mother suddenly appeared in front of my eyes and pulled me hard. My arm wouldn’t let me go, and I cried and yelled, “Give me back my son, give me back my son... You killed my son!”

My mother grabbed me tightly, and no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't break free. I was scared and wanted my mother to let me go, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make a sound.

"He Qiu, take your life!"

At this time, Zhao Jianping, who had been chasing after me, pounced on me in an instant. A pair of bloody hands grabbed my neck tightly, and his sharp nails pierced my throat. I raised my head, my eyes widened in pain. , opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"You killed me! I will take you to hell with me!"

Zhao Jianping yelled in my ear, then grabbed my neck with both hands and tore it apart...

"what--"

I opened my eyes suddenly, screamed and sat up straight.

I stared straight ahead with my eyes wide open. I was sweating all over my body and my heart was beating wildly. I didn’t know where I was now for a long time. I still clearly remember the last picture in my mind. I was torn in half by Zhao Jianping.

"What's wrong, have a nightmare?"

There was a concerned magnetic voice behind me, and then a big hand reached out and touched my forehead.

"what--"

Reflexively, I reached out to hit the big hand that was reaching out, and at the same time, my body subconsciously moved aside.

Because of fear, I really used all my strength to slap me down. The moment I slapped down, I heard a muffled groan, and at the same time the hand retracted.

Before I had time to escape, a pair of arms stretched out again, hugged me, and trapped me in my arms. At the same time, a low growl came from my ear: "He Qiu, wake up!"

It was Ye Yaoyu's voice...

So I gradually gave up struggling, turned around, and looked at Ye Yaoyu who was close at hand, frowning and staring at me with concern.

Without saying a word, I turned around and stretched out my arms, and wrapped my arms around Ye Yaoyu's neck, holding on tightly and not letting go.

"Shaking so much, is it a nightmare?" Ye Yaoyu wrapped his hands around my waist, letting me hug him tightly and not let go.

"I dreamed about Zhao Jianping, and my mother..."

I hooked Ye Yaoyu's neck with both hands, buried my face in his neck for a sense of security, and murmured, "They all said that I killed Zhao Jianping, just now I dreamed that Zhao Jianping tore me to pieces Two halves, said to take me to hell..."

"It's just a dream that scares you like this?" Ye Yaoyu said amusedly, at the same time reached out and patted my head, comforting: "Okay, it's okay."

"No..." I gradually loosened Ye Yaoyu's neck, lowered my head and said, "Actually, ever since I heard that Zhao Jianping was beaten before he died, and that he rushed up and was hit by a car in a panic to escape. , I was thinking, could this matter have something to do with Wang Yuetong, if it really has something to do with her, I can't get rid of it, if I didn't deliberately disclose Wang Yuetong's information to Zhao Jianping in order to use Zhao Jianping to contain Wang Yuetong, Maybe Zhao Jianping won't die at all."

"So you think Zhao Jianping's death was caused by you?" Ye Yaoyu looked down at me and asked softly.

"Even if I didn't kill him directly, it was indirect... In short, I can't get away from it..." I muttered and nodded.

"Even if I don't like him, even if he hurt me, but he is my own brother after all, we have the same blood, but now I actually killed him for my own selfish gain... It's all my fault, My fault……"

"He Qiu!" I was still thinking about it, but was interrupted by Ye Yaoyu's low growl, and then he held my face in both hands, forcing me to look up at him.

I don't want to look at him, and I dare not look at him, I'm afraid to see disdain and disappointment in his eyes, I'm afraid he will look down on me even more from now on, I even feel like a murderer at this moment , hands covered with blood, filthy.

"He Qiu looked at me!" Ye Yaoyu said to me in a commanding tone.

"No, don't... I don't want to watch..." I shook my head violently while breaking free from Ye Yaoyu's arms, pushed him away forcibly, stumbled out of bed, went directly to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and started Wash your hands constantly.

In my eyes, no matter how many times I wash my hands, I don't feel clean!I was the one who pushed Zhao Jianping onto the road of no return with my own hands. I am a sinner, and I am also a murderer!
"He Qiu, wake up, wake up!" Ye Yaoyu walked over quickly, reached out to turn off the faucet, and then forcefully pulled me out of the bathroom, and pressed me on the sofa to let me sit down.

"Listen, He Qiu, Zhao Jianping's case is still under investigation, and no conclusions have been drawn, so what you are thinking now is just a guess in your own mind. You can't put guesses and unproven things Impose it on yourself, do you hear me?"

Ye Yaoyu put his hands on my shoulders, seeing that I was a little distracted, he growled loudly at me, trying to make me hear every word he said.

"Even if Zhao Jianping's death is related to Wang Yuetong, the murderer is also Wang Yuetong. What does it have to do with you? Do you think that if you didn't tell Zhao Jianping about your recent situation, Zhao Jianping would not know the fact that Wang Yuetong is already an artist? You What I did was to tell him in advance!"

Ye Yaoyu frowned and stared at me closely, "He Qiu, lift your head up and look into my eyes! Are you listening to me again!"

I heard it, of course I heard it, and I thought it had nothing to do with me, but I unconsciously thought of something bad, and this uncontrollable feeling made my heart a little scared.

(End of this chapter)