Bite Your Fingertips

Things happened faster than Chu Yu imagined.

Lu Shaochu was taken away to assist in the investigation, and more than a week later, something went wrong with the Fang family.

A reporter photographed a police car parked at the gate of Fang Heng Group, which is controlled by Fang's.

As soon as the news came out, rumors spread.

It is said that the senior executives of Fangheng Group were taken away for investigation on suspicion of taking advantage of their positions for personal gain. Some say that the group is suspected of tax evasion. Others say that it was Fang Weiyun's murder, and the participants and others were arrested this time.

However, Fang's public relations department did not move at all.

Perhaps the incident was too sudden to react. It is also possible that Fang is about to change hands, and everyone is watching.

The English teacher was speaking grammar. In the afternoon class, cicadas cried out from the window. Few people could hold on. Most of them were dozing off, especially in the back row of the classroom, who had already fallen asleep for a long time.

Chu Yu put his mobile phone under the book page to search for relevant news. However, after reading all the contents reported by the major media, I did not see the pictures of the scene where Fang Weishan was taken away. There are only rumors that Fang Weishan has been controlled.

Just as Chu Yu was about to stuff his mobile phone into his desk, the news client suddenly pushed out a message.

Seeing the line clearly, Chu Yu's pupils shrank, and without holding his phone, the phone fell to the ground with a "click" in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, the English teacher was playing the text reading aloud, and the landing sound was not noticed.

Chu Yu picked up the phone, clicked on the news, and found that he was not dazzled.

The news is indeed that Lu Zhaohe has been admitted to the hospital with a serious illness, and the stock prices of Lu's group are turbulent.

But when he searched again, he found that the Lu's News Department had dispelled the rumors, saying that Lu Zhaohe was in good health and was not admitted to the hospital.

Chu Yu handed the phone to Lu Shi.

The two looked at each other and guessed that 90% of Lu Zhaohe's hospitalization was true. Now that the news has leaked, Lu's public relations are very timely to refute the rumors. Obviously, there is a plan, mainly to stabilize the stock price and internal and external, and hide the truth.

I just don’t know what this “serious illness” is.

The English teacher always stepped on the spot very accurately after class, and the bell rang as soon as the homework was finished.

Lao Ye came in through the back door, separated the rows of desks, and greeted the English teacher from a distance. Then he walked to the last row and asked Lu Shi to go to the office.

After walking two steps out, Lao Ye turned around and said to Chu Yu, "Chu Yu, please follow along."

Seeing that Lu Shi and Chu Yu were called away by Lao Ye, Brother Meng rushed to the desks of Zhang Yueshan and Li Hua in a few steps, and roared anxiously, "Brothers! I have a bad premonition! Could it be Lu Shen? Did Lao Ye notice the premature love with the school girl?"

Li Hua answered, "I don't think it is possible for Lao Ye to be so sharp."

"That's right, it makes sense! After all, if the school clerk hadn't told me personally, I might not have found it yet."

Brother Meng touched his chin and calmed down, "Anyway, if it is really exposed, I will testify that Lu Shen and Xiao Hua are really just the same table friendship for sustainable development!"

After listening to Zhang Yueshan, he asked Li Hua, "What is the name of an idiom?"

Li Hua: "There is no silver three hundred taels here, or do you want to cover it?"

Brother Meng covered his mouth, urn sounded, "Okay, I'll shut up, I'm silent."

In the office, Lao Ye’s Strawberry Wolfberry Tea was replaced with honeysuckle tea.

Sit down in the office chair, Lao Ye looked at Lu Shi, then at Chu Yu, and finally turned his gaze back to Lu Shi, "Lu Shi, let you come to the office because there is a news to tell you."

Lu Shi stood at the desk, tall and straight, with a lack of eyebrows. The sun outside the window was dazzling, maybe it was a little hot, he folded his sleeves at his elbows, revealing his cold, thin forearms.

He has always respected the teacher, "Teacher you say."

Lao Ye thought about his words, paying attention to Lu Shi's expression, and said, "Your grandfather is seriously ill and is now receiving treatment in the hospital. Your family has contacted the school and has already asked for leave for you. I hope you can go back as soon as possible."

It's not that Lao Ye has never dealt with this kind of thing. He has been a class teacher for many years, but every time he encounters such a situation, he always finds it difficult to speak out when facing students.

He was really afraid of the students crying when they stood in front of him.

Lu Shi asked, "What disease did my grandfather have?"

Seeing that Lu Shi’s expression was still stable, Old Ye calmed down a bit and replied, “It’s a stroke.” After finishing speaking, he quickly added, “Although stroke is a kind of illness, the condition is sudden, and hemiplegia often occurs. The sequelae of the elderly will not be very convenient to move in the future, but as long as they are treated properly, the elderly will definitely not be in danger of life!"

Chu Yu swept across the expression on Lu Shi's face, spoke quickly, and directed Lao Ye's gaze to himself, "Teacher, I am not worried about Lu Shi alone. Can I accompany him?"

"Of course!" Lao Ye also had this idea, so he called Chu Yu to the office together.

He said with satisfaction, "You have a good relationship, and the teacher has approved the fake of classmate Chu Yu. It is better to be accompanied by someone alone."

Chu Yu nodded, "Thank you teacher!"

Bought the nearest flight, went back to the dormitory to pack things, and took a taxi from school to the airport.

When the two landed in city a, it was already dark.

Chu Yu wears a white coat and light-colored jeans, and his vision is very refreshing. He walked next to Lu Shi, "If Lao Ye doesn't approve of my falsehood, I will come with you over the wall. Who knows if Fang Weishan actually told that old man, Lu Shaochu has your hand behind it."

Thinking about it this way, Chu Yu couldn't help but healed up a lot of scumbags, worried, "Lu Shi, would that old man make any tricks?"

Ye Feng had long lost its coolness, but Lu Shi was worried. He touched Chu Yu's hand first to make sure he was not cold, and then replied, "No. Now I am the only one left in the Lu family."

"Yes."

Chu Yu had seen many older generations like Lu Zhaohe, who valued family fame and inheritance more than anything else. It was impossible for Lu Shaochu to be released, so Lu Shi was the only heir to the Lu family.

In the parking lot, a black Maybach 62s is quietly parked. Seeing Lu Shi approaching, the driver in uniform and white gloves got out of the car, quickly opened the rear door, and bowed his head respectfully.

The two got into the car.

The driver looked straight ahead, did not dare to look back, and reported the situation in a low voice, "Master, the old man is now living in the Yiyi Hospital, and has temporarily escaped from danger and regained consciousness. The relevant news is afraid to be announced. Everyone is waiting for your return. "

Lu Shi held Chu Yu's fingers and his eyes fell on the neon lights outside the window.

"Tell me the details."

His syllables are short and concise, and he can't hear the emotions, but there is a meaning that people can't violate.

The driver answered cautiously, "After the accident, the old man kept the news and did not leak it out. He has been visiting various places to help him out, but it has been unsuccessful and there is no eyebrow. At the same time, after verification, it was found that the husband was taken away. Assisting in the investigation of this matter was Fang Weishan's handwriting, and all the relevant evidence that caused the accident to Mr. Fang came from Fang Weishan's hands.

The old man used thunder, and the opponent Weishan shot. Fang Weishan reacted extremely quickly, and as soon as he heard the wind, he came to see the old man, and the two had a fierce argument.

The old man didn't plan to let Fang Weishan go from the beginning, but in the house, Fang Weishan was taken away by the police-Fang. You know, the old man has always had high blood pressure, and I don't know what Fang Weishan said at the time. The old man was emotionally stimulated, he had a brain hemorrhage, and suffered a stroke. "

Lu Shi stared at the rearview mirror, "Is this a few days ago?"

When the driver dared not look directly at Lu, he replied, "Five days ago."

"Why are you telling me now."

Hearing this sentence, the driver's sweat was coming down.

It's not that he never had contact with Lu Shi. When Lu Shi was in junior high school, he used to pick him up.

But at that time, this young master Lu was gentle and polite, and he didn't talk much, but he felt very easy to get along with.

But now, the person is still that person, and the momentum and expressions of the whole body make people frightened.

The driver's voice became weaker by two points, "Before the old man fell into a coma, he repeatedly told Zhang's special assistance that he could not tell anyone about his illness. However, the old man was in a critical condition and everyone could not bear this responsibility."

That's why he ignored Lu Zhaohe's instructions and contacted Lu Shi.

"Got it."

Lu Shi's expression did not change, and he only said, "It's all of a sudden, it's hard for you."

Hearing the attitude from the last sentence of "hard work", the driver was relieved that he knew that Lu Shi would no longer pursue the concealed problem.

Lu Shi tapped his finger on the seat of the car.

The driver nodded and quickly raised the partition in the compartment.

After the partition is raised, the back seat of the carriage becomes a concealed and spacious private space.

Chu Yu thought that Lu Shi had something private to say, and as soon as he turned his head and looked over, he was kissed by Lu Shi.

Lu Shi's breath was rapid, and he gripped the knuckles of Chu Yu's wrist very hard. Between the kisses, Chu Yu could notice that Lu Shi was emotionally unstable.

Just as after learning the whole picture of the truth of the incident, Lu Shi went to the fighting arena and vented his depressed emotions with the most primitive violence.

In this way, when he meets Fang Weishan, he can be calm and self-sufficient and rational.

And now, Lu Shi was about to face Lu Zhaohe.

Chu Yu realized that Lu Shi was seeking support from him.

Thinking of this, Chu Yu raised his hand, pressing his palm on Lu Shi's obvious shoulder blades and back, raised his neck slightly, opened his lips and teeth, and accepted Lu Shi's brutal and wanton invasion.

Perceiving Chu Yu's reaction, Lu Shiban opened his eyes and looked at Chu Yu's thick and fluttering eyelashes, and kissed him deeper.

The car stopped.

In the back seat of the closed carriage, Lu Shi left from the side of Chu Yu's neck, his black eyes drooping, and he neatly rearranged Chu Yu's messy collar.

The two got out of the car.

Yangyi Hospital is a high-end chain medical institution under Lu's family, which is extremely private and confidential. In order to block the news that Lu Zhaohe had been hospitalized, the small building in the ward where Lu Zhaohe was located was directly sealed off.

When he reached the door of the ward, Chu Yu stopped and asked Lu Shi, "Am I waiting for you to come out?"

Lu Shi's eyes fell on the closed door of the ward, and in his dark eyes, it seemed that a dark flame was igniting from the frozen river of thousands of miles.

He retracted his gaze and looked down at Chu Yu's lips that seemed to be dyed with water. Suddenly, without warning, he reached out and took the person into his arms.

The strength is great and the fit is seamless.

Chu Yu let him hold it.

With his chin resting on Lu Shi's shoulder, he looked at the black-clothed bodyguards on both sides of the corridor and the white walls of the hospital. Finally he reached out and patted Lu Shi's back, "It's almost over."

Hold on, it's almost over.

The black-clothed bodyguard standing in front of the ward bowed his head to salute Lu Shi and stretched out his hand to open the ward door.

Lu Shi stepped on the light-colored carpet and walked inside, closing the door of the ward again behind him.

In the ward, the heavy curtains were tightly closed, and no ray of light outside the window could penetrate. The lighting is very dim, so that the decorations in the corners are covered by the black shadows of the upper layers.

Without squinting, Lu Shi walked to the hospital bed, but did not sit down in the **** chair.

He was looking at Lu Zhaohe carefully.

Once, Lu Zhaohe was the person he admired. Always face major events without chaos, as if he could live a long, long time, and could always support Lu's family.

And now, Lu Zhaohe was lying on the hospital bed. One side of his body was paralyzed and unable to move due to a stroke. The corners of his eyes and lips were drooping down, full of folds. Overnight, he was tens of years old and dying.

Hearing the sound, Lu Zhaohe's eyes slowly opened. One of his eyes was difficult to see, and his eyes were muddy. Only by looking closely can he see some of the domineering arrogance of the year.

Lu Shi stood by the bed, letting his black shadow fall on the hospital bed.

He said clearly, "I'm back."

Lu Zhaohe stared at the face when he landed, his pupils tightened and gradually became frightened. His lips opened, he wanted to say something, but he only made a difficult "whoop" sound, which was vague.

Lu Shi did not evade the eyes of Lu Zhaohe, "Thank you for helping me solve Fang Weishan. It saved me a lot of things."

The corner of his lips curled up with a sneer, "Of course, thank you and Lu Shaochu for solving Fang Weiyun for me. The death penalty can be regarded as one life for one life, are you right?"

The ending sound of the last word evoked, like a sharp iron hook, plunged into Lu Zhaohe's bones with a cross wind.

As if he had understood all the joints in an instant, Lu Zhaohe's eye suddenly widened and his lips trembled violently. He may want to raise his arm, but he can't do it with this simple movement.

The stiff arm hangs down on the hospital bed, ugly and twisted like withered tree roots.

Lu Shi turned his gaze to his elbow and said flatly, "Look, you can't raise your arms, you can't move your body, you can't write, you can't speak. What can you do?"

This reality is the most unacceptable for Lu Zhaohe.

He believes he has been in trouble for decades, but he did not expect that he is now trapped in a hospital bed, unable to take care of himself and being slaughtered by others.

Even any person can be bullied on him.

He didn't even expect that it was Lu Shi hiding in the dark, calculating and manipulating all this.

Fang Weiyun, Fang Weishan, Lu Shaochu, none of him could escape.

Breathing became rapid, his chest undulated abnormally, and when he stared at the landing, he seemed to swallow his marrow bones.

Lu Shi saw Lu Zhaohe's eyes clearly.

He originally thought that standing in front of Lu Zhaohe's hospital bed, watching him linger on the verge of death, he would be excited and happy. But at this time, there was an unusual sense of peace in his heart.

He even wondered if Chu Yu was waiting for him outside without his own company, would it be boring.

Putting his hands in his pockets habitually, Lu Shiren Lu Zhaohe looked into his voice, his voice was very weak, "I looked at the medical record, and your language center was suppressed and you can no longer speak. Even if you can survive, all the rest of your life, It’s all like this, lying on a sickbed, unable to speak, unable to move, living like a walking dead."

There was no ups and downs in Lu Shi's tone, as if he hadn't put Lu Zhaohe in his eyes anymore.

"As for Lu Shaochu, the crime he committed will make him disappear in this world. No one will know where he was imprisoned, whether he is alive or dead. He will be forgotten soon."

"It's the same as Jiang Yueman back then."

When Lu Shi said the name, his fingers clasped his palms unconsciously, and his nails sank into the flesh, causing a dull pain.

"Just because she gave birth to me, she was sealed in cement, sunk into the bottom of the river, bound by chains, tied to the bottom of the pier, day after day."

Lu Shi's voice softened, "Fang Weiyun said, Jiang Yueman was not even dead when he was sealed in cement. Alive, he was sealed in cement."

In the ward, the lights are dim.

The shadow behind Lu Shi was like a monster with sharp minions.

Lu Zhaohe's eyes stared wide, with fear inside, and his lips opened and closed, but he still couldn't pronounce a complete word.

At this moment, under Lu Shi's expression as calm as Pinghu, countless rushing emotions were suppressed.

He remembered that when he was a child, Fang Weiyun cursed him as a **** with dirty blood in his body.

Think of the sharp pain when cutting through the flesh and blood with a knife blade.

I remembered that he had naively used various methods to please Fang Weiyun, but he didn't know that his biological mother was trapped at the bottom of the river and was gradually forgotten.

I remembered that eighteen years ago, in a small remote clinic, a woman was pregnant and wanted to get rid of the fetus in her belly, end her blind mistakes and start a new life.

But while lying on the operating bed, he ran out holding his belly, crying, don’t hurt my child.

I don't know if she regretted giving birth to him when she was sealed in cement.

His birth was a mistake, and it's time to end this mistake.

Closing his eyes, he suppressed the blood rushing from the bottom of his eyes, and when he opened it again, only the thorns and icy edges were left in Lu Shi's eyes.

He leaned over and stared at Lu Zhaohe's muddy eyes, his voice hoarse, "Are you trying to say, I'm a lunatic?"

A few seconds later, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Lu Shi's lips, and he asked and answered, "Yes, I am a lunatic. The moment I knew the truth, I was already mad."

Chu Yu was sitting in the rest area outside the ward. A nurse brought a glass of water and placed it on the small white table in front of him. He thanked him, but left the water glass and didn't drink a sip.

Looking up at the closed door of the ward, Chu Yu lowered his head again and took out his cell phone.

The news in the class group was 99+, and the topic of soy milk in the breakfast shop at the entrance of the school rose by one dollar, and then moved to the strong wind that was blowing outside.

I don't know what the development is, and while chatting, the strong wind becomes cloudy, and it starts to turn in the direction of the ghost story.

Chu Yu's eyelids trembled, and he withdrew in a hurry. I felt that it was not safe enough, and turned off the software backend.

Swiping the phone screen, Chu Yu's fingertip finally landed on the icon of the album and clicked in.

He doesn't have many photos, so I'm afraid it will be over all at once, and the speed is very slow.

Slowly moving up, his fingertips paused, and Chu Yu clicked on a photo.

The photo was taken at the shooting gallery on Qingchuan Road. In the photo, Lu Shi was standing in front of the black preparation platform, filling the bullets into the magazine. The noise-cancelling headphones are placed on the shoulders and necks, with the head hanging down, and the back neck curvature is very beautiful. The silver frame of the goggles covers the end of the eyes, and the profile lines are exquisite and cold.

Chu Yu couldn't help but zoomed in with two fingers.

When I first saw him, in the narrow alley of Qingchuan Road, Lu Shi provocatively led people to fight with him. Later, when I was young, I went to drive underground racing, play shooting, and fight—there was an extremely unbearable depression and anxiety that needed to be relieved.

Looking back now, Lu Shi at that time was like a scarred beast, trapped in a cage surrounded by thorns, narrow and cramped.

He struggled hopelessly, even with countless blood cuts from the spikes.

Fortunately, it's almost over.

Fang Weiyun is dead, Lu Shaochu is imprisoned, and Fang Weishan's worries have been resolved.

Chu Yu looked at the door of the ward-Lu Zhaohe was paralyzed by a stroke, which was not enough to pose any threat.

Suddenly, I recalled what Wei Guanglei and Zhu Zhifei had said before. Lu Shi was a bit tired of the world, and even seemed to die in the next second. It was not a big deal. There was only one thing that barely hanged his life.

Thinking of this, a tight string in his head broke with a "pop", and Chu Yu's heart trembled.

The sense of fear was like a hurricane, and it swept through his mind in an instant——

What if, what if the matter of barely hanging one's life has been completed?

It wasn't until the tip of the tongue was bitten hard that the tingling sensation made Chu Yu pull back to reason, barely suppressing this horrible thought.

But like a stone hitting the surface of the water, once the ripples sway, it is difficult to restore calm.

He began to fidget.

In my mind, the pictures appeared one after another.

Lu Shi has scars on his wrists, old and new scars, lifeless style of fighting when fighting, life as simple as an ascetic monk to the extreme, and complete fearlessness of death when driving a car...

He wanted to die countless times.

For Lu Shi, perhaps being alive is a mistake, a burden and a burden?

At this time, there was movement, and Chu Yu hurriedly raised his head and saw the ward door open.

Lu Shi walked out of it.

Chu Yu quickly got up and greeted him.

"Lu Shi!"

He had too many things to say, but he couldn't say anything. I had to hug Lu Shi's waist tightly, not half an inch loose.

Lu Shi let him hold it, and the cold and gloomy breath in his eyes cleared when he touched Chu Yu's body temperature.

Gently patted Fu Chuyu's back, Lu Shi's voice was soft, "So clingy?"

Chu Yu didn't speak, just hugged Lu Shi tighter.

Lu Shi kissed Chu Yu's soft hair.

He thought of the resentful Lu Zhaohe in the ward, staring at him grimly, as if he wanted to use all his strength to curse him not to die.

He could almost imagine that if Lu Zhaohe could speak, he would inevitably scold him for acting insidiously, with ruthless methods, completely indifferent to family affection and disregard of human nature.

However, these are not yet Lu Zhaohe's turn to scold him.

How cruel his own hands are, how dirty his heart is, how bad his life is, even he was born with his life, and even so far, his whole body is immersed in the sludge of the swamp—all of these he himself knows.

It's not clean.

He never thought about washing it.

Only, in his dirty heart, he still protects a corner without any stains.

There, he put his Chu Yu.