Since the fight, the relationship between Shi Yufeng and Yang Jiaqi has plummeted, and the two basically don't talk to each other in the bedroom, just like two strangers from another world.

Zhuge Fei and Fu Chunhui tried their best to match and ease their relationship, but the fact is that they showed an atmosphere of reconciliation on the surface, but they were already determined to live with each other, and the waves subsided and rose again.

The hatred hidden in the bottom of my heart accumulates deeper and deeper, and one day I will not be able to bear the pressure and erupt like a volcano!

One evening, Shi Yufeng was very late after his self-study, and walked carelessly on the way back; it was already past eleven o'clock, and there were few pedestrians on the road, except for one or two young men and women holding hands and behaving obscenely.

Shi Yufeng looked up at the stars that dotted the sky like jewels shining brightly, and let out a sigh, falling into endless reverie.

He really wanted to be the brightest and brightest star in this complicated world, but he was just an inconspicuous and non-shining planet, and even his own destiny trajectory had to operate at the mercy of the stars.

His own blood was vulnerable in the face of this cruel reality, peeling apart into countless dreamy fragments, twisted in a suffocating space.

Many of his classmates have found their own jobs, and their jobs are still struggling to find them. The recent crash, coupled with the fight with Yang Jiaqi a few days ago, made him feel a pain in his heart, and his mood became melancholy with the memories, and his eyes were red unconsciously.

Shi Yufeng walked and walked, and unconsciously walked to the woods east of the school.

The bright moonlight shines through the mottled light spots through the lush sycamore leaves, as if the ground is covered with a thin layer of silk mixed with plain spots in the middle, and the surrounding scenery is hazy and looming under the illumination of the moonlight, as if it is a Chinese ink painting, and it is not clear that it is a real scene, it is a virtual scene. He looked at this chaotic and intoxicated scene, and suddenly stopped, and listened intently to the chirping of cicadas and crickets coming from the woods, and he breathed deeply, and greedily sniffed the scent of leaves, flowers, and freshly turned earth from the woods, and he was fascinated.

Shi Feng slowly swam into the woods, found a spacious bench with a backrest, and sat down. He closed his eyes and listened quietly to the noise of the late spring and summer solstice, and to revel in the night that had made him forget his troubles and sorrows for a while.

Suddenly, Shi Yufeng felt an arm strangled his throat, suffocating until he couldn't breathe, and then, countless feet, countless fists smashed into his flesh and blood like a storm, like a heavy hammer, and he suddenly felt a pain in his whole body, and his limbs and bones made a clicking sound, and blood gushed out from his nostrils.

Before he could scream, a myriad of hands like pincers caught him, and he was not allowed to struggle any longer, and these demons—the perpetrators—dragged him to the ground like dead rats, and inflicted their sins mercilessly and wantonly.

These punches and kicks didn't care about a person's life or death, just a fierce kick and smash, and Shi Yufeng endured this terrible thousand, ten thousand, or even hundreds of thousands of hammer blows.

After a while, Shi Yufeng began to get confused, his brain was unconscious, his body slowly lost the feeling of pain, and he only felt that his life was passing little by little.

Gradually, he began to enter into hallucinations, dreaming of a leopard-eyed, lion-nosed, long-bearded, square-crowned king of Yama staring at him angrily, dreaming that the black and white impermanence of the Suo people and ghosts was walking towards him step by step with shackles, all of which were so real and so illusory. I don't know when, a crystal clear teardrop slipped down the corner of his eye, dripping on the ground full of leaves and petals, sadly and helplessly moistening the flowers and plants here!?

"Big brother, don't fight, don't fight, this kid seems to have passed out, and it is estimated that he will die if he fights again. One of them said to a tall and thin man in front of him with red hair dyed in the middle and delicate tattoos on both arms.

The tattooed man's gaze immediately fell on Shi Yufeng's body, and he patrolled for a moment, and shouted righteously: "Brothers, stop, don't beat this kid to death!"

The tattooed man paused and continued: "We're here to beat him up tonight, not to kill him, so let's start withdrawing." As he spoke, the tattooed man put the half of the cigarette in his mouth still on the ground, and stepped on it with his foot.

"Good!" shouted several young students in unison, loud and powerful, like a few well-trained street hooligans who often mingled in the underworld. They stopped their violence, rubbed their fists in a hurry, and moved closer to the tattooed man.

The tall thin man bent down, gently put his fingers on Shi Yufeng's snort, tried to see if he was breathing, and then touched Shi Yufeng's whole body, and found that there were still dozens of dollars in his trouser pocket, he secretly glanced at his brothers, and found that they were all standing aside and talking with the tattooed man, and did not look in this direction, so he secretly stuffed the dozens of dollars into his trouser pocket, and then stood up and said: " Big brother, I don't think this kid can support the dawn, or let's call the police anonymously, or this matter will be big. ”

"Oh!?" The tattooed man walked over in surprise, kicked Shi Yufeng who was lying on the ground twice, and found that Shi Yufeng didn't move like a dead man, not even half a sentence, he couldn't help but panic in his heart, and scolded his brother angrily: "You guys, I told you to beat him, but I didn't beat him to death, why are you so ruthless?"

"I ...... We, didn't you say let's beat him up, big brother?" said one of them, bowing down and trembling.

"MD, I told you to beat you hard, and I didn't say that you beat people to death! Besides, this young man has nothing to do with us, we just take money to do things, why do you beat so hard?" said the tattooed man angrily, walking over to give the man a resounding slap.

The man covered his beaten face aggrievedly, and said, "I...... We were wrong. ”

"Big brother, the matter has come to this, I feel that we should call the police immediately, otherwise I am afraid that this young man will be really troublesome if he dies. The tall and skinny man suggested.

"Well, that makes sense, you guys hurry up and call me on 120. In order to prevent detection, let's evacuate quickly. The tattooed man snapped.

"No!" After saying that, everyone followed the tattooed man and evacuated the scene.