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Yan Leng listened to the hands of the wall clock walking one by one, the frequency of his heart beating almost coincided with it, relying on the crazy thinking of Cen Ge's appearance, recalling the bright brilliance in Cen Ge's eyes when he held the trophy, to slightly alleviate the unbearable torment of living like a year.

Twenty-one thousand six hundred seconds have passed, that is to say, Yan Leng has been standing in a military posture for six hours facing this wall, his whole body is already soaked, the thin loungewear can't hide the outline below, the straight ridge outlines the perfect back curve, this body, there are no explosive muscles, but there is a unique exquisite beauty of the Oriental.

After six hours of military posture, Yan Leng still stood meticulously, the muscles of the whole body were tense, his shoulders were stretched out, his back was pulled, his abdomen and legs were tightened, even the most eyed instructor could not find the slightest flaw, except for the eyes that stared straight at the wall and his legs were still trembling under the full control, this is the children of the Yan family, they are familiar with the rights, and they are also familiar with the rules.

Yan Leng remembered every rule of the Yan family, and he also remembered all the consequences of violating it, and even before he did this, he knew that he was wrong.

But he didn't regret it.

The six-hour military posture is just an appetizer given by his father, and the punishment is his knowingly offense, and the real punishment has not yet begun.

On this June summer night, except for the sound of screams outside the window and the sound of my own breathing, there is a silence and peace, and I can probably have a good dream on such a night.

At this time, the footsteps outside the door and near became very obvious, and with Yan Leng's ear power, he naturally did not miss it.

The sound of the door opening.

The sound of the door closing.

The visitor stayed behind him for about ten seconds, then sat down on the couch without making a sound.

As a result, the sound of breathing in the room became that of two people, one light and one heavy, but neither of them was as loud as the screams known outside the window.

"Come here. The man finally spoke, but there was no smell of the order.

It was the father who came.

Yan Leng held his breath and tried to lift his legs, but he fell heavily to the ground.

It hurts, it hurts like a pinprick, it hurts so much that I almost can't help but scream.

Six hours of tense and tight, without turning back on the bent legs, are now taking revenge on their master's abandonment.

Yan Leng's eyes flashed with a fierce color, and he slowly sat up with himself, and then curled up with his legs in his arms.

Those who have not experienced it can never imagine what kind of pain it is, not a heart-rending pain, but a hundred limbs and bones that are like ten thousand steel needles inserted and inserted together, and cannot be relieved.

The only way to save him from the sea of suffering is to sit on the ground and massage his legs hard, and the long pain is better than the short pain.

But he still has something to do, not when he can sit here and sit in front of his father and give himself a spa, although this spa is not very comfortable, and he does not hesitate to be tortured.

So Yan Leng bluntly bent his legs back, from sitting, to squatting, to standing up, to walking in front of Yan's father, for Yan's father, it was a short ten seconds, but for Yan Leng, it was a long and torturous ten years.

He did what he did by himself, no one forced him, he didn't drink too much, he was very sober, and he knew the consequences better than anyone else, so no matter how difficult this punishment was, he would not beg for mercy, let alone escape.

He admitted.

The two people who sat and stood had already had results in looking at each other, but Yan's father still asked why.

In these six hours, the person who didn't sleep was not only Yan Leng, but he didn't sleep either, because he never understood why Yan Leng did this. His son understands that although he is a descendant of the Yan family and the Leng family, he has also used his power to do a lot of things, but he has not used his power to coerce and lure these ordinary people, and moreover, Yan Leng obviously looks down on those who rely on power to do whatever he wants, so why did he do it this time? He couldn't figure it out.

Yan Leng was silent for a long time, just like Yan's father spent a night and didn't figure it out, he also spent a night and couldn't find a perfect reason for himself.

In fact, there is only one reason, he likes Cen Ge, and he likes it so much that for his smile, he can do whatever it takes, and he can calmly fight against the inviolable rules of the Yan family.

In the end, Yan Leng still didn't say anything, just took off his shirt, returned to the front of the wall just now, and held it up.

For a while, Father Yan's expression became a little dark, a little inquiring.

He understands the meaning conveyed by Yan Leng's movements, I admit punishment, I can be heavy-handed, but don't ask the reason, I won't say, or it can be said that I can force me to speak, but I won't say.

Father Yan actually quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, not the worst situation, his son is still the original one, not crooked, it's not for no reason, it's just that the reason can't be said, it's better than him using his power to bully others, although the truth seems to be like this, but there is a hidden secret that he can't know. But what is there to tell him? You have to be beaten like this, this stupid son. However, the son has also grown up and has his own secrets, which also makes Yan's father feel a little emotional.

Yan's father didn't know that the unspeakable secret of his stupid son was that he fell in love with a man, and he came to be beaten for the sake of others, otherwise Yan's father would probably be able to die of anger, or beat this unangry son to death.

In the Yan family, bullying is not a light crime, and bullying for no reason is an added crime, even if Yan Leng has a reason, but he doesn't say it, he can only deal with it as no reason, although it will not hurt the muscles and bones, but the skin and flesh are still inevitable.

Sure enough, Yan Leng only heard Yan's father say, "Forty lashes, one degree for sin, two wounds." ”

Originally, it was forty lashes for bullying, but he deceived people for no reason, so the sin was added by one degree, and there was an additional limit, and only two wounds were allowed for these forty whips, which was even more difficult.

Father Yan took out a whip from the drawer, and carefully wiped the whip that had not been used for a long time up and down with a cotton cloth, but when it was time to do it, Father Yan was a little hesitant.

The back is so fleshy, what should I do if it is broken, and then look at Yan Leng, who was supported early, because it is supported on the wall, so the shoulder blades become particularly prominent, this posture, I am afraid that it will not take a few whips to hurt the bones.

So Yan's father looked his stupid son up and down, and his gaze finally froze in one place.

"Take your pants off. Father Yan gave orders proudly, completely unthinking that the person concerned felt like he had been struck by lightning.

Take off and take off your pants?!!

"No, don't use it, you can just fight it......" Yan Leng suddenly lost his momentum, and for the first time he had the idea of forgiving when he was punished.

He's really not afraid of beating, he has suffered a lot from this kind of beating, and it's not a heavy whip, it's just a torture whip, he can stand it, you have a lot of adults, let's beat it, take off your pants or something.

However, Young Master Yan underestimated Master Yan's persistence, and finally pulled down his pants with the momentum of generosity to death.

No matter how weird the situation was before, the real punishment was merciless, especially for a person who had stood in a military posture for six hours, forty lashes, two wounds, that is, Yan Leng, and he could endure it without saying a word, without fainting or making a sound. It's just that he was originally propped up on the wall, and when he was on the twentieth whip, his hand was weak, and he was smashed on the wall, and then he stubbornly held it up, and when he reached the thirty-seventh whip, one did not hold it steady, and he was smashed on the wall again, and then under the deliberate intention of Yan's father, Yan Leng just lay on the wall and received four whips.

Forty lashes, forget it, it's worth it.

Yan Leng closed his eyes slightly, leaned sideways against the wall, and took a few breaths, this night, he was also tossed hard, and there was no place in his body that did not hurt.

Father Yan sent Yan Leng back to his room, treated his wound again, looked at Yan Leng who was asleep, touched his forehead, did not have a fever, sighed slightly, and went back to the bedroom.

It's just that after Yan's father left, Yan Leng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the time, it was almost six o'clock. Cen Ge drank some wine yesterday and didn't go to bed early, so he shouldn't have woken up yet. Yan Leng pricked up his ears again, listened carefully to the movement in the outhouse, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that Cen Ge had not woken up yet.

Yan Leng stretched out his hand and gently touched the wound behind him, probably knowing what the tragic situation would be, but he was not at ease, he slowly got out of bed, stood with his back to the mirror, turned his head to look back, but suddenly pulled the wound, and he "hissed" in pain.

Dad's method of dealing with wounds is quite old-fashioned, and he originally had nothing to worry about, but he was still afraid of being exposed, after all, this injury was different from the past, and he had to hide it from Cen Ge, otherwise once Cen Ge knew that his award and the team could enter the finals, he couldn't imagine it, so he had to hide it.

Yan Leng cautiously half-knelt and took out the bandage from the cabinet, and then faced the mirror, wrapping the wound tightly one by one, wrapping it tightly.

After this action, Yan Liang broke out in a cold sweat again, wiped his body with a wet towel, and then changed into a set of dark home clothes, and tried to take two steps in front of the mirror in a normal posture, feeling a little awkward, but if you don't look carefully, you shouldn't be able to see it.

After Yan Leng decided to try not to move all day today, he finally climbed into bed and fell asleep groggily.

And unlike Yan Leng's imagination, Cen Ge did not sleep peacefully, because he had an illusory and real dream.

In the dream, Yan Leng was no longer the Yan Leng he was familiar with, but more like a madman who had lost his mind. Strangely, he also had his memory in his dreams, but he was even more miserable than that night on Chinese New Year's Eve, skinny, and his wide clothes showed that his bones bulged out piece by piece, and a "big" character was tightly tied to the bed.

Cen Ge looked at "himself" staring blankly at the ceiling with his eyes, like a pool of stagnant water, he couldn't hear what Yan Leng said next to him, but he felt that he felt empathy, his heart was full of despair and sadness, and the pain was almost suffocating.

The Yan Leng who pounced on him made him feel strange, but he was a little familiar, he didn't know why Yan Leng became like this, why he treated himself like this, Cen Ge's heart couldn't hold so much sadness, it all overflowed, and it flowed into tears, but he couldn't escape the dream that made him desperate.

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