Saving The Villain Boy

The weather in summer is the most changeable, and the sky is clear outside the house, but there is a thunder from nowhere, like a violent and heavy drumstick beating on her heart.

Yan Qiwei pressed her beating heart, making the illusion that she was still restrained, and watched Qi Zhengrong approach step by step with a blank expression on her face.

He seemed to be in a good mood. His stubby knuckles were slowly stroking on the cold iron rod, and he said leisurely: "You two, who first?"

After saying that, he smashed Liang Xiao's chest with an iron rod. The latter turned pale with pain. He bit his lower lip and made no sound. The broken hair on his forehead was soaked in cold sweat suddenly.

"No way, no, it's really boring to deal with you." Qi Zhengrong sighed, his cloudy gaze shifted to Yan Qiwei, and his mouth was full of yellow teeth when he grinned.

When Liang Xiao heard this, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Qi Zhengrong!"

"Distressed? Son, why don't you understand." He sneered, his arm bursting with scary veins like the roots of an old tree. I look down upon it."

After seeing Liang Xiao's expression in a daze, the man raised his arm and continued to say: "Benefit is cheap. Do you think that being adopted by the Liang family can be accepted by them? Stop dreaming, secretly I don't know how many times I laughed at you. "

When the words were over, the iron rod in his hand fell down.

However, it did not fall on Yan Qiwei after all-when he saw that Qi Zhengrong was about to move, the young man who was supposed to be bound by his hands and feet in his impression suddenly stood up and threw him to the ground.

Qi Zhengrong stared in shock, but quickly let out a sneer: "You two are not my opponent if you put your hands together."

Liang Xiao half-closed his **** eyelashes, knowing that this sentence was true.

Not only did he receive a series of merciless beatings when he was just tied up, he was also sturdily beaten with a stick, and his throat was fishy, ​​almost bleeding.

After this set of movements, the nerves all over his body felt dull pain like being crushed by a heavy object. He knew that his strength was almost exhausted, and even getting up and running was a problem, not to mention fighting an adult man in close quarters. .

As for Weiwei...her body has always been weak, and she can't breathe from exhaustion after a little exercise. With his body scrapped, it is absolutely impossible to fight back against Qi Zhengrong.

Liang Xiao knew from the beginning that the phrase "two people escaped together" was just an empty comfort. But even if the hope is slim, he still wants to do his best to save her life, even at his own expense.

This is his real plan.

"I don't have the extra energy to escape. The foster mother will be back soon, so you can leave now—"

Liang Xiao spoke quickly and anxiously, but Qi Zhengrong's knee was pressed hard against her abdomen before she finished speaking.

The body curled up subconsciously due to the pain, and at the same time the man grasped his arm tightly and slammed it down in a flash.

"Are you acting in a TV series?" Qi Zhengrong stood up and kicked him. "None of you can run away."

All this takes only a few tens of seconds.

An untimely pain came from her heart, and Yan Qiwei frowned and covered her chest.

This body is too delicate and vulnerable to Qi Zhengrong, who has an overwhelming advantage. She took a step back, but didn't turn around and leave, her eyes linger on this empty warehouse, and there were no tools to use where she could see, except...

The mixed thoughts hadn't settled yet, she glanced at the man behind a dark figure, and pressed him to the ground again.

It's Liang Xiao.

Liang Xiao was bloody, with red eyes, and couldn't help trembling even when making the simplest movements.

"Are you sick! I killed you!"

Qi Zhengrong scolded Juniang, the blue veins on his forehead violently, raised his fist and hit him in the face.

Scarlet blood overflowed from the nasal cavity, and the internal organs were painful as if they were out of place. But up to this moment, Liang Xiao had not released the right hand that held the man's shirt tightly.

He panted heavily, squinting at Yan Qiwei, and a trace of determination flashed in the red blood threads like a spider web.

He is urging her to leave.

Yan Qiwei later realized that from the beginning of the fight, Liang Xiao was determined to fight for her life and fight for her chance to escape.

The memory flashes back many years ago inexplicably, when she and Xia Xi watched a TV series together.

In order to protect the beloved girl, the protagonist alone holds a sword against the villains who are more powerful than him. At that time, they watched and complained: only TV dramas will have this kind of **** plot. In reality, how can there be people who are willing to sacrifice themselves for the girl they like?

——Yes, how could it exist.

The road of fate diverges here, and only one can survive between the two.

And she already knew the answer.

Dark clouds grew little by little from the sky, like dirty cotton wool all over the sky, the indoor light gradually dimmed, only the obsidian-like eyes of the teenager were shining a little light.

Yan Qiwei took a deep breath.

She did not leave according to her words, but stepped forward while Qi Zhengrong focused all of her attention on Liang Xiao, and picked up the thick iron rod that was thrown on the ground.

——Then resolutely raised his hand and waved to the back of the man's head.

When the iron product collided with the skull, there was a grieving muffled noise, followed by Qi Zhengrong's heart-piercing cry. Before he turned his head to fight back, Yan Qiwei raised the club again and smashed it down through her teeth.

What he saw before his eyes were iron rods glowing with cold light and bright red sticky blood stains. Qi Zhengrong exhausted the last bit of strength and turned his head around. There was no brilliance in his muddy eyes, like a river without waves in the night.

There was another muffled thunder, and he finally fell down, unconscious.

Yan Qiwei shuddered when the iron rod fell on the ground. She took out a pack of tissues from the pocket of her dirty school uniform and squatted down to wipe the blood stains for Liang Xiao.

The nosebleeds poured out uncontrollably, staining white paper after another. Her voice sounded like a mosquito, drowning in the faint thunder in the distance: "Liang Xiao, don't be afraid, let's go home."

He couldn't even say a word of answer, and tried all his best to barely open his eyes. Before Liang Xiao fell asleep, everything she saw in her eyes was her appearance.

The girl's eyes were filled with glittering water, and her pale cheeks were stained with dust and blood drops. It was a treasure he was willing to abandon for life protection.

And now, she wants to take him home.

Pain and drowsiness eroded the nerves, and the teenager finally couldn't continue to hold on, he could only relax the tightness of the whole body, and fell asleep unconsciously.

When his nosebleed finally stopped, Yan Qiwei helped Liang Xiao up with difficulty, bearing his weight with most of his body, and stepped closer to the outside of the warehouse.

Sure enough, they were located in an unknown suburb, surrounded by weeds and uninhabited people. The pond outside the house was covered with green moss because it had not been taken care of for a long time.

The sky has been completely dark, the sun has been swallowed up by the menacing clouds, and the gloomy and tense atmosphere is full of mountains and rain.

Yan Qiwei thought blankly, since they had successfully escaped, Qi Zhengrong would definitely not be able to wake up for a while, what else could cause her to die?

Will it...

Her heart was floated lightly by the howling wind.

Is there such a possibility that she inadvertently broke the established fate, grasped the most important link from the possibility of approaching infinitesimal, and rescued herself from the deadlock?

After all, both she and Xia Meng were able to break free from the original plot and embark on a road completely different from their destiny.

However, this idea was so budding that it was shattered by reality in one fell swoop.

A sharp female voice cut through the surrounding silence, startling a perch of birds: "What are you doing?"

——Liang Xiao's adoptive mother stood not far away in a daze, carrying two huge suitcases in her hands.

Yan Qiwei originally thought she would spend a lot of time getting the ransom, but she didn't expect the transaction to end so quickly.

The woman's facial features were crumpled in shock and anger. After placing the suitcase on the ground, she took out a dagger from her pocket: "Where is my husband?"

At that moment, Yan Qiwei quickly estimated the possibility of subduing her in her mind, and the result was less than one percent.

Liang Xiao's adoptive mother is always farming, and her strength is definitely not small, not to mention that she is now full of banditry, and she may be deadly if she starts to use it.

"Your husband fainted." At this time, you should try to avoid head-on conflict. Yan Qiwei tried to communicate with her and said softly, "You have already got the money. It will be good for everyone to part ways. If you can let us go, I will never reveal any information to others."

"Are you stupid?" The woman sneered and looked at Liang Xiao who was unconscious. Without him, it would be much easier to deal with the weak young lady in front of you. "You two will definitely tell the police our identity. Only the dead are Can't speak."

After she said that, she rushed over with her dagger, Yan Qiwei could only temporarily let him lie flat on the ground to protect Liang Xiao, and then she greeted her and tore her together.

Fighting among women is nothing more than slapping and pulling hair, but the woman is holding a cold knife in her hand. Yan Qiwei had been polished off by the toss he had done before, but now she was unable to do just dodge the dagger.

She was a little regretful, and if she took that iron rod with her, the situation might be much better. Now that he was completely at a disadvantage, the little remaining strength was about to be squandered.

The woman's movements were chaotic and aggressive. She was in a completely passive position. When she couldn't dodge, the tip of the knife sank into her abdomen.

Yan Qiwei grew up spoiled, and has never experienced such a torture. The dagger was cold, and there was a tearing pain when it pierced into the body, which made her feel a little confused for a while.

Come on, don't give up, she said to herself in her heart.

Think about Liang Xiao, at least he survived in the end.

That's right, Liang Xiao.

At the thought of this name, the hazy and blurry brain suddenly became clear and clear. She grumbled because of abdominal pain, tears fell involuntarily, but her thinking was so clear and calm, struggling to hold the woman's wrist.

It turns out that bleeding is such a painful thing, how did Liang Xiao stay silent.

The dagger was pulled out suddenly, slipped from the woman's hand with Yan Qiwei's force, and fell into a deep pond not far away.

Dense raindrops fell from the sky, and the thunder sound was like the roar of a beast, and the dagger made a muffled sound when it fell into the water, but there was no more sound than that.

It turned out to be so.

Yan Qiwei couldn't help but curl her lips.

She found a way to break the game and at the same time step into the dead.

"Auntie, we have almost nothing to do, but you are pressing hard, let me think about it, could it be because of... jealousy?"

She spoke with confidence and deliberately angered the other party. The woman in front of her wrinkled her face when she heard the words, and rushed toward her in despair.

Yan Qiwei covered the wound and dodged sideways, and took a step back: "You guessed it? That's really sorry. Because after today, Liang Xiao and I will continue our life of wealthy and drunk fans, and you and your husband can only spend the rest of their lives in prison Over."

"shut up!"

This passage obviously pierced the pain of the other party, and the woman seemed to lose her mind. She stepped forward and grabbed her collar and raised her free arm high.

However, before the slap fell, the whole person fell forward uncontrollably-the little girl who had been suppressed suddenly hugged her hard, and leaned back with all her strength.

The destination is the bottomless pond.

The duckweed and the pool water are wrapped up together, and the biting cold penetrates into the internal organs. Yan Qiwei choked on her saliva and saw the struggling woman through her eyelashes wet with water.

She has been afraid of water since she was a child, so she has never learned to swim. The body was trembling with the cold and fear, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Hold her tightly.

It was like when Liang Xiao was severely beaten by Qi Zhengrong, grabbing the corner of his opponent's clothes.

Her body sank like lead and iron. Before her consciousness was swallowed up by the pool water, Yan Qiwei finally thought confusedly--

It doesn't matter, Liang Xiao will rescue her from the water one day.

In the river that surrounds the imperial capital.

After three years, far, far away.

Yan Qiwei woke up crying, her tears couldn't stop streaming.

She didn't know when she fell asleep lying in Liang Xiao's arms, and when she opened her eyes, she happened to meet his caring black eyes.

The young man still kept the posture of holding her in his arms, brushing Yan Qiwei's cheek with his right hand very softly, carefully wiping away tears for her in her sleep.

Seeing her open her eyes, Liang Xiao paused slightly, but did not avoid her sight.

His voice seemed to come from far, far away, soft as a fragile dream: "Don't be afraid, I am here."

Yan Qiwei trembling all over, raised her hand to caress Liang Xiao's cheek.

Gentle and soft, so real, he was by her side.

The memory submerged by the pool water is like a bone gangrene, cutting the memory into sporadic fragments. Her brain was blank, and there was no time to think about other things, and she leaned forward and kissed the cold lips of the young man.

Like a dried flower suddenly meets the rain, and the dying fish falls into the water.

This unexpected kiss was hot and crazy, Liang Xiao lowered his eyes, and after a moment of dazedness, he slowly stroked her loose long hair with great patience, like some kind of calm soothing and guidance.

His movements were equally unskilled, thin lips jerky but firmly covering Yan Qiwei's lips, but she boldly opened the young man's tense teeth, and the soft tip of the tongue drove straight in almost greedily.

It was like a soldering iron, which made the roots of his ears hot.

In front of her eyes were her long eyelashes that were tightly closed like a small brush. Every slight tremor scratched at the softest part of his heart, causing unbearable throbs.

Liang Xiao held his breath and deepened the kiss.

The hasty kiss is mixed with the rich milk aroma, the moist earthy smell brought by the evening breeze, and a little bit of extremely light mint sweetness. The most obvious of these is the bitter and salty taste of tears.

When Yan Qiwei almost couldn't breathe, she finally moved her lips away with flushed face.

The bottom of her eyes and lips were stained with water, and there was still a cry in her voice: "Liang Xiao, do you remember that you saved a girl in your sophomore year?"

As she spoke, she wept again, and choked with a certain tone to tell him: "That's me, you saved me from the water. So... don't be sad anymore."

A gust of wind swept the shadows of the trees by the window, covering them like a thin cloud.

In a few milliseconds, Liang Xiao understood her meaning, and her eyes flushed suddenly.

He hadn't spoken for a long time, and he took Yan Qiwei into his arms again with great care like holding a priceless fragile item.

Since then, the complicated fate has been connected with layers of unknown strata.

Spanning seven years, in many intertwined and confused identities, they repeated their encounters and separations time and time again, like two distant lights facing each other, illuminating each other's small and dark world, and then hurriedly left. .

Then one day, in the gloomy water, Liang Xiao grabbed her hand.

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