Chapter 15         From now on, you are heaven and hell (3)

On the night Qinlou returned to China, there was heavy rain in Q City, and the thunder roared in the dark sky. The lightning that split the clouds was like a demon's long sickle.

Those hoarse and twisted laughter swept through his ears, torturing and tearing his consciousness over and over again.

The figures in front of them were pitch black, and the cold blade-like wind was blowing from hell. They brushed their bodies one by one, tearing open his flesh, chopping his muscles and bones, then rushing into his chest, stirring the blood-red heart into a ball of meat paste.

Qin Lou walked numbly among the heavy rain, thunder and the crowd.

The devil's smiles that had once tore him up again came to his feet, and they roared unwillingly around him, but there was no response or trembling.

The madman doesn't laugh.

Only quiet.

The madman has never been so quiet.

That was before his world collapsed completely.

Outside the terminal, Qinlou walked forward along the airport expressway.

Cars passed by him with their horns, and huge beams of lights passed through his body like arrows and the darkness in the rain.

Curses roaring incessantly—

"Are you sick, go here!?"

"Are you looking for death?"

"If you want to die, go there!!"

……die?

Qin Lou moved his fingers.

He stopped in the rain and looked up at the sky above his head. The clouds were very low, as if they would press down at any time, crushing everything here. Then the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed.

That might be good.

Then he could be buried with her in a huge grave.

We will meet each other in our long sleep.

Right, doll.

"——Young Master! Young Master Qinlou!"

In the rain, a car was suddenly braked beside Qin Lou. The people who got out of the car opened a huge black umbrella and ran to Qin Lou in panic and anxiously.

"The rain is so heavy, you get in the car quickly, Master!"

Qin Lou walked around him and walked into the rain curtain without expression.

The man chased after him in panic: "Young Master——"

"Qinlou!" There was an angry and hoarse voice in the rain.

"Mr. Qin, don't get out of the car. Your surgery has not been over for a long time. You have to be careful."

"Qinlou!"

“…”

The figure didn't even pause once, as if it had lost all its senses and perceptions.

The boy walked numbly in the rain, his upright shoulders and backs were slightly hunched at some point.

Like a walking zombie.

Qin Liang pressed the car door and tightened his hands tightly, and blue veins bloomed on the back of his wrinkled hands. His eyes were turbid and red.

"Song Shu will be buried tomorrow - you don't even want to see her last time, right?"

The figure in the rain was shocked.

Stop.

A long time later, without any signs, the boy in the rain suddenly bent down - he squeezed out a hysterical roar from his body.

It hurts.

Doll, I feel so painful.

Why does it hurt so much?

The boy hunched over his body, covered his chest and abdomen and bent down. The only sound of his desperate catharsis in the thunder and rainstorm was the sound of blood. The smell of blood came out of his throat until he finally felt so hoarse that he could not make any sound.

He finally couldn't hold on and knelt into the rain.

The laughter in my ears finally became the most gentle comfort for the girl.

【I am here.】

[I will save you, Qinlou.]

【Why are you afraid of you?】

【None of them are me.】

[Little madman, don't be afraid.]

【I'm here.】

【…】

You lied to me.

You lied to me.

You lied to me...

The heavy rain at the end of August has lasted for two days, as if it was going to fall until the end of the world, and it couldn't stop.

On the evening of the 29th, Jia'an Cemetery.

In front of a newly built tombstone, people wearing black clothes were standing sporadically with black umbrellas. A fifteen-six-year-old girl with a buzz cut stood in front with expressionless face.

A low discussion came from the crowd behind her:

"This is the only child left."

"I heard that it is a relative of the cousin, otherwise I really don't know how she will live in the future..."

"Yes, the whereabouts of the money Bai Song owes is still unknown and cannot be found. If it is a direct connection, wouldn't those creditors go crazy?"

"Thinking of this, it's better for Song Shu to leave, otherwise those people would probably force her to death."

"When it comes to this, I heard that the person responsible for the car accident was a drunk driver. You said it was neither too late nor too late, and just hit the child..."

"Shh, you can't say these words."

“That’s right.”

The sound was wet by the rain and was blown away by the wind.

The lowly music drifted heavily in the cemetery.

Several figures walked up the stone steps.

"Hey, the people from the Qin family are here."

"Mr. Qin is really kind-hearted. The Qin family doesn't know how much suffering it will suffer this time. He is still willing to see this child."

"Bai Song is really not a thing. Mr. Qin treats her so well..."

"Yes, she died after something happened to her. The Qin family was so badly harmed by her."

Luan Qiao, who had been frozen there, turned around. In the rain curtain that made people's vision blurred, the Qin family and his group slowly approached.

The leader is a teenager.

Black Zhongshan suit, cold white skin, dark eyes, and handsome facial features without any emotion, pale and numbness.

Luan Qiaoqing looked at him blankly for a few seconds, and suddenly collapsed.

She rushed over, clenched her hands into fists and pounded them hard on the boy's shoulder, and cried as she beat them:

"Why are you back? Why don't you answer my sister who called you? What's the point of getting back now? What's the point of getting back now? "

“…”

The Qin family's accompanying people came up to stop him, but was stopped by Qin Liang.

Qin Lou did not hide or dodge, nor did he defend himself.

He stood there numbly, staring at the stone tablet motionlessly.

Her name is engraved on the stone tablet.

There is also a photo of her little side, I don’t know when it was taken. In the black and white frame, the girl looked at the camera quietly, her eyebrows and eyes as familiar as he was.

He seemed to be able to recall the temperature remaining in the palm of his palm when she gently touched him on the airport.

[Little madman, don't be afraid.]
To be continued...