The prison in the small town.
Chen Yuanxi and Mo Qian were arranged to meet in a separate room.
"Unexpectedly, uncle Hong Xuan and Zhang Dong worked together, and they could only make Luo Yang was sentenced to death. You can still wait for further investigation," Chen Yuanxi said with a smile, "Old friend, long time no see."
In front of Chen Yuanxi, Mo Qian, once rich and glorious, was still wearing his glasses of silver frame, whose both sides had been badly worn. In prison, he had no chance to silver it.
"Are you here to say goodbye to me?" asked Mo Qian.
"No, I'm here to let you say goodbye to yourself," said Chen Yuanxi.
"What should I call you?" asked Mo Qian.
"Chen Yuan Xi."
"We can't go back. So if you have anything to say, just say it."
"I'll give you a chance to tell me the story between uncle Hong Xuan and you. I'm afraid no one will listen to it. I
Chen Yuanxi watched the videos attentively on the bed. Chen Yuanxi watched the first video. A gentle man gently bent over to put the clothes on the boy's quilt who was lying on the bed. The boy turned over in a daze, and put his arms around the man's neck with a happy smile on his face. The man kept the posture of leaning down for fear of waking up the boy on the bed until the boy's hands slipped, and fell outside the quilt. Then the man held the boy's hands, put them in the quilt, and tightly held him in the quilt. He lowered his head, and whispered something. After a while, the man got into the quilt, hugged the boy from behind, and his face was close to the boy's back... At that time, Chen Yuanxi could smell a strange smell in the room. Even the forensic said it was estrus-spurred medicine. At that time, how could Zhang Dong restrain himself and protect Chen Yuanxi? How could he guarantee that Chen Yuanxi and he could safely leave under the pressure of
Like a boulder that sank into the water, the piece of explosive news gave rise to great waves. The young elite that sent shockwaves through the business world had made a public announcement that he wasn't straight. Furthermore, he had also resigned from his position as a chairman. More astonishingly, the personnel of his company collectively came out of the closet at the same time he made the announcement. Countless young men and unmarried women fell into depression after finding out that these eye-catching handsome men and dazzlingly beautiful women were homosexuals. Public discussion ignited like wildlife. In a flash, everyone expressed their differing opinions and caused a huge tidal wave. When his photo was published online, he was immediately named the best-looking chairman of the year. What kind of appearance did he have? His sharp eyebrows were like the rainbow and his pupils glittered like stars. The bridge of his nose was tall and straight
Zhao Yuan volunteered to show Lin Wenxi around the campus after they were done with lunch. Lin Wenxi wore a complicated expression the entire time. In the expansive campus, avenues that stretched north and south crossed at the center while arterial roads that stretched east and west traversed over them horizontally. Sitting in the middle of it all were crisscrossing lanes. There were also some walking trails that led to remote areas of the campus, hidden under the canopy of blooming flowers and verdant greenery. The numerous tall buildings made of reinforced concrete showed a hint of the interesting design of the Classical Gardens of Suzhou with its alternatively hidden and visible structures. To Lin Wenxi's surprise, Zhao Yuan had memorized all these complicated lanes and where they lead to. What made Lin Wenxi even more speechless was that Zhao Yuan was very familiar with the buildings–whether it was a teaching building, lab building, or dormitory building, which fac
A girl named Zhang An'an picked Wang Xiang and made him give her a hug. Zhang An'an was Chen Wanxin's dorm mate. The latter was unpleased with the former's taste and kept asking her for a reason on their way back. Zhang An'an smiled calmly and replied, "Zhao Yuan is impressive and has more than just looks but he seems to go his own way and is full of his own quirks. Lin Wenxi is terribly introverted and gives off the aura of a scholar from an aristocratic family. He looks somewhat delicate. Wang Xiang has thirty percent of Zhao Yuan's mightiness and fifty percent of Lin Wenxi's elegance and gentleness. He might very well embody the merits of them both." The girls enthusiastically discussed their male classmates in their dormitory. Simultaneously, they were also surprised that their last dorm mate had yet to show up. Over at the guys' dormitory, Zheng Kai and Wang Xiang had been finding Zhao Yuan strange recently. Wang Xiang muttered to himself, "D
Next, the students needed to practice matching their strides. Those who marched well would be selected for the square-shaped military parade while those who didn't would be selected for the square-shaped military boxing parade. Every day, the students would gather at the center of the field to practice military boxing. The only problem was that the center of the field was the field that the university had just freshly repaired. The grassy ground had been cleared out, leaving behind yellow soil. When wind swept the ground, sand would fly as well. Wang Xiang found it hard to imagine why history books didn't make records of the number of deaths that occurred during military parades in the fall in ancient times. The guys and girls practiced on their own. Zhao Yuan was part of the frontline troops and the one beside him was Lin Wenxi. Zhao Yuan had been upset in many ways ever since drinking Lin Wenxi's "Desiccation Water of Lin Clan" and the incident gave rise to
When Zhao Yuan thought of the punishment that Lin Wenxi would face the next day, his anger gradually dissipated. The last time Zhang Dong inspected their dormitory, Zheng Kai had sneaked out to celebrate his victory over a senior brother on the basketball court. His punishment had been to do one hundred press-ups. Zhao Yuan was thinking that he could step up when Lin Wenxi's face was twisted pitifully from panting while doing the press-ups. Being the platoon leader, him honorably offering to replace Lin Wenxi would cause the latter to owe him a great favor. Naturally, he would still wait until Lin Wenxi was almost dying of exhaustion before bravely stepping forward. Zhao Yuan fell asleep happily as if Lin Wenxi had already lowered his head and plead for leniency from him with a pout. However, Zhang Dong only asked about Lin Wenxi's whereabouts, evidently not finding it a huge problem. This turn of events confused Zhao Yuan. Zhao Yuan waited for Lin Wenxi to leav
Soon, it would be the final selection drill for the square-shaped formation of the military training. The students of Jifu University must form a proper square-shaped formation as well as listen to the military instructor's orders to stand straight, go forward, go backward, match others' strides, perform the goose-step, squat down in place, and march at the same time. In the beginning, the squads marched superbly after the order to perform goose-steps was made. Suddenly, someone in the front row staggered and plunged forward to the ground. Under ordinary circumstances, everyone would have stopped and burst out laughing but it was now a matter of honor for their entire class. Everyone fell into silence and inwardly despising this person who was humiliating them at this critical moment—Lin Wenxi. Lin Wenxi knew that when Zhao Yuan, who stood beside him, shoved his toes at him when withdrawing his foot. Unable to react in time, Lin Wenxi immediately collapsed.
The girls of the female Dorm No. 419 invited Zhao Yuan to tea. "You embarrassed him so much in public! You overdid it!" Zhang An'an said. "Did you see his gaze earlier? It was as sharp as a knife! It was so cold that it made one's liver and lung shiver! Moreover, he deserved credit for maintaining discipline and even when he was punished, he didn't show the slightest bit of reaction. He really knows how to grasp the bigger picture. I think Zhao Yuan will have a hard time nailing him." Zhang An'an was still having lingering fears over Lin Wenxi's gaze when they were in the square-shaped military boxing parade. "No... I was doing it to vent anger on behalf of Wanxin," Zhao Yuan retorted self-righteously. "Venting anger? That's one way to do it. But if you overdo things, how will you 'bend' him?" Shu Xiaoman interrupted. "I think... it doesn't matter... whether he's 'bent' or not. We don't have to go all the way,&