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Jiang Ling drank alone at the bar all night. It was not until dawn that the bartender asked their boss if they needed to leave, only to find that their boss was completely asleep after drinking too much and couldn't wake up.

They were going to get off work, and they didn't dare to leave the boss here alone, so they called the manager.The manager was very experienced, so he called the other owner of their bar, and told the other side of the phone about the situation in a flattering manner.

After a while, a car came and stopped at the entrance of the bar, and took Jiang Ling, who was asleep and drunk, into the car and left.

Jiang Ling, who was leaning against the back seat of the car and sleeping peacefully, lost consciousness. His head hurt a lot, and his heart felt dull for a while after being induced by alcohol due to a serious illness. It was as if someone had pushed him into the deep sea. Even struggling can't escape.

In this painful ecstasy, he briefly and uncomfortably dreamed about things from long ago.

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If there is anything Jiang Ling regrets most in his life, it is touching his brother's piano in the afternoon when he was eight years old.

His mother died very early, and his father succeeded him by marrying a stepmother.She was an extremely jealous and vicious woman. Whenever she looked at Jiang Ling's beautiful and delicate face, she would always think of her husband's ex, and would beat her up every chance she had.In order to destroy this child, she always liked to take sick leave for the young Jiang Ling, not allowing him to go to school, nor allowing him to eat and sleep.

Contrary to her viciousness towards her stepson, Jiang Ling's stepmother loves her biological child very much.Jiang Ling's half-blood brother was three years younger than him, but he never had to worry about food and clothing since he was a child, and he was held in the palm of his hand and cared for in every possible way.

On the one hand, the stepmother wants to give her children the best, including education, and keeps letting her children learn piano, calligraphy, and Mathematical Olympiad, but on the other hand, she spares no effort to suppress other people's sons.

But genius is irrepressible after all.

In the afternoon of that evening, Jiang Ling returned home from school early.He visited and saw that no one was at home. The child couldn't bear curiosity and longing, so he sat on the piano bench at home and played a piece of Mozart's "Minuet".He was never taught at all, and he never took any classes.It's just that every time he secretly listened to his brother's class, once he didn't practice, he played something that his brother would never learn.

After he finished playing the piano, some happy and satisfied smiles appeared on his face, as if the pressure of being beaten and scolded for days had been released by the music.

Immediately afterwards, when Jiang Ling raised his head, he saw his stepmother standing by the door of the piano room, looking at him with a look of incomparable resentment, hatred and jealousy.

Jiang Ling was eight years old at the time, and he never forgot how he was dragged by his hair all the way to the kitchen, where his stepmother almost chopped off his right hand with a kitchen knife.

Like a rakshasa ghost, the stepmother screamed sharply at him with a sharp knife: "Play it!! I'll let you play it again! You bitch, let me see how you play the piano!!"

"Your mother is a short-lived ghost. If you dare to show off more than my son, I will send you to see your mother!!"

At that time, his hand was seriously injured, so severe that the scar remained on the back of his hand for many years and did not disappear.But what was more serious was still the fear and hatred of being stabbed by others, which almost melted into Jiang Ling's flesh and blood, gnawing at him all the time.

So Jiang Ling ran away later, ran out of society when he was only a teenager, slept in a bridge hole, served as a horse boy for others, and was a bastard.In the end, relying on showing others the scene in Internet cafes, bars and dance halls, beating, smashing, killing, and growing up alive day by day.

Jiang Ling was not very old at that time. When he was just an adult, he accidentally discovered that he seemed to have a talent for games.He learns everything very quickly, and everything he does is very easy to learn, and he does it better than being thought of farther than others.One day, he suddenly wanted to say goodbye to the poor jobs he lived on and start his own career.

But before it all started, he did one thing wrong.

Maybe it's the young man's unconvinced nature, eager to prove himself against the past.Impulsively, Jiang Ling, who was seventeen or eighteen years old, sent some of his savings over the years home to his father, wanting to tell them that he could live well by himself.

But the money didn't reach his father at all.

Jiang Ling's stepmother got the money, and the woman who was distorted by jealousy and hatred thought of another way to drag people into hell.His stepmother sent him a message pretending to be a neighbor, and lied to Jiang Ling that his father was sick.After he got home, he and his whole family immediately forcibly sent him to the prison.

It was simply a purgatory on earth, ignoring human rights, all they wanted was a dull and obedient machine, as long as Jiang Ling behaved disobediently, he would be shocked by those people.

The stepmother deliberately used the money he sent home to pay the "Internet Rehabilitation Fee", letting him use the money he earned to torture himself, and specifically instructed the people in the Internet Rehabilitation Center to focus on abusing him.Those people took advantage of it, and the most common thing they did every day was to put electrodes on Jiang Ling's heart, or beat him with a stick, trying to make him swear to submit.

It would be fine to just give in, but Jiang Ling's character is really too stubborn, and he is always the most disobedient one.

During that time, the endless electric shocks and beatings were like the worst nightmare, which undoubtedly left a lot of sequelae in his later life.As a result, blood clots were left on Jiang Ling's head, and the internal organs all over his body were inflamed and exhausted to varying degrees.

Finally one day, after being shocked by the electric shock, he saw that the ventilation window in the stairwell was open and jumped down without hesitation while the guards were not paying attention.No one could react, not even himself.

When Jiang Ling was falling, he could obviously use his hands to grab the cover or cushion him, but he subconsciously put his hands away, hugged them tightly under his armpits and tucked them into his arms, and even turned his back to the sky and didn't mind landing on the back of his head.

In the slowing down of life like a revolving lantern, he thought to himself: "I have nothing... only these hands, and I can't give up even if I die."

At that time, he was not afraid at all, he only said to himself: "If I dare to live, why should I be afraid of death?"

"If I can survive today, I will be worthy of myself in the future. Just because I have lived to death."

It was on the fourth floor at the time, and the young man's skinny body, like a pair of dry bones without cushioning, slammed into someone passing by the concrete floor, breaking one leg and two ribs immediately.The severe pain was more tormenting than death, but it reminded him that he was still alive all the time.

Because of the serious injury, the people in the Internet Rehabilitation Center feared that he would die, so they had to call an ambulance to take him to the hospital.

Jiang Ling's will was too strong. In that situation, he forcibly ran away from the hospital under the effect of the local anesthetic, and was almost killed by a truck when he left the hospital.He pulled the one out of the car to check that the truck driver kept begging for help.Even the appearance of crying and begging for mercy is enough to touch the hearts of a skinny boy who is too good-looking, and only the most hard-hearted people will not be moved, so he barely escaped from the pit of fire.

...Jiang Ling's dreams spanned his childhood and teenage years that were too miserable and desperate.

After a few years, he recovered, and began to work hard to build an e-sports team.

At that time, he got a lot of good teammates in the Internet cafe, and they all had the determination to move forward and win the championship together.

But at that time they were really too poor, and their lives were too hard.A few people who have no family background and no relatives support get together, and they have nothing to do except being alone.Jiang Ling had no choice but to solicit sponsors everywhere, hoping to get the endorsement and support of the manufacturer.

His life seems to be made up of hard work and embarrassment.Sometimes Jiang Ling would get up before dawn, travel to several places a day, endure other people's eyes and sarcasm, and keep trying from morning till night.When I return to the club at night, I have to train my teammates, and try to formulate training rules systematically and formally for them.

Later, he was so tired that he would fall asleep even sitting on the subway, and he could take a nap quietly by the trees by the roadside.

Hard work paid off, and with Jiang Ling's hard work, one day, a big sponsor finally seemed to be impressed by him, and sent him a message saying that he was willing to meet him.

Jiang Ling was so tired that she fell asleep on the subway for more than ten minutes because of the team's various affairs.After getting out of the subway, Xiuli's face was full of exhaustion.

Those who went with him to meet the investor that time still had money to renew. Seeing their captain feel so uncomfortable, they felt very distressed: "How about... let's change the time?"

Jiang Ling was only in her 20s at the time, looked up at Qian Gengxin, and asked, "How do I look?"

Qian Gengxin said hesitantly, "I'm a bit lethargic..."

Hearing this, Jiang Ling went to a small shop outside the subway station to buy a bottle of ice water.Since he was meeting to discuss business, he was wearing a rented suit. Jiang Ling took off his coat and gave it to Qian Gengxin for him to pick up. Then he turned on the ice water and fell down on his head without hesitation.

Qian Gengxin was shocked. It was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and even his exhalation would turn into ice. He was abusing himself by doing so: "Brother Jiang!"

Jiang Ling took out a piece of paper and wiped his face. The shirt was still soaked in ice water, and the ice balls that flowed in from the neckline pricked his skin like needles.He took the black suit jacket over his body and put it on, and he looked more sober: "How am I now?"

Qian Xinxin didn't dare to speak out: "...Okay. It's much better."

Jiang Ling smiled at him as if nothing had happened, except that his face was a little pale, it was so easy to see that it attracted the attention of passers-by: "Let's go."

The big investor's surname is Yan, and they can be regarded as powerful in the domestic business circle. Jiang Ling had heard of this family's name when he was helping people watch the business before, and he only said that they were so rich.

When they arrived, the boss of the investor surnamed Yan didn't look at them in time, but let them hang out for more than two hours.During this period, Jiang Ling was stabbed by the shirt soaked in ice water, his expression was calm, without any impatience or change.

The president surnamed Yan finally saw them after the sun went down, and Jiang Ling was the only one to be seen for the roll call.

After the door of the office was opened, the gloomy rich man said: "There are not ten people who ask me for money every day, but there are hundreds. I spend money for you people who are not doing business, and send money to beggars on the street. What's the difference?"

Jiang Ling wasn't annoyed when he heard that at the time, and glanced at the spacious office, thinking that it was twice as big as the training room they rented now.He glanced at the tea table on the desk, and there was a half-played chess set on it.

Jiang Ling said politely: "Mr. Yan, do you like playing chess? Why don't you play a game with me?"

Boss Yan obviously didn't believe the idler in his eyes: "You can also play chess?"

Jiang Ling said honestly: "I don't know how to play. I have never played it before. So I have to trouble you to ask someone to spend 10 minutes to teach me the rules."

Boss Yan's face suddenly became colder: "Are you joking?"

"I never joke, you might as well take a gamble with me." Jiang Ling looked at him slightly, and said in a very relaxed tone, "If I win, please agree to sponsor our RL club. "

"Then what if you lose? What good can I do?" The man surnamed Yan's eyes were full of cold light, "What can you sell to me if you lose? You look good, why don't you just sell yourself? Or why don't you chop off your hands?" Give me?" He was putting pressure on him, making him feel scared and retreat.

Jiang Ling was not timid at all, even though there was ice water on his back, even though the pressure was overwhelming, he still said slowly: "Mr. Yan, I have no background and no value, and even if I chopped off my hands They are worthless. These hands of mine are the most precious thing in my whole body to me, and I cannot give them to you."

"Then what is valuable to me?"

"How about this? If I lose, I will jump off the new building just built by your competitor, Lu's Enterprise." Jiang Ling thoughtfully looked out the window of the office building, and looked at the building opposite Tall new build said, "I'll jump on the day they open, I'm sure it's going to be a big hit for them."

The man surnamed Yan couldn't believe it, and said with shock: "You are joking! Are you crazy?"

"As I said just now, I never joke. I'm not crazy. If you want to play, play something big." Jiang Ling glanced at the black sofa beside the coffee table, "Can I sit down, Yan Sir? Or do you like to stand up and play games with others?"

Mr. Yan's single name has only one character, and he is already over [-] years old.He stared at Jiang Ling's half-smiling face, and felt that his voice had some bewitching magic power.This young man is clearly handsome and handsome, his facial features are like a simple but charming pure portrait drawn with a few strokes of ink, but what he does is as crazy as a devil.

So Yan Kai didn't ask anyone to come in, and personally explained the rules of chess to the young man.Jiang Ling only listened for 5 minutes, pondered for a moment, and said that after mastering the rules, he could start.

Then it only took half an hour, and he won Yan Kai.

Jiang Ling: "Mr. Yan, I also hope that you can keep your promise."

Yan Kai looked at the chessboard that had been killed to the point that almost nothing was left behind, and the corners of his lips were cold and tight, and he pulled out a smile that was not angry before: "...I will."

Jiang Ling's heart, which had been strained for a whole day, finally returned to the original place, and there was still no change on the surface: "Thank you."

Yan Kai asked: "If you lose this game, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Mr. Yan, you don't know something." Jiang Ling smiled bitterly, "I have worked hard for a long time before meeting you today, and I have met many people and been rejected many times. If you don't agree to me again, I will really bring you My brothers are going to sleep on the street to beg. Bi bear the despair of accomplishing nothing and the pressure of extinction to linger and live, and to die for hope and promise is a kind of fulfillment and romance to me.”

The smile on the corner of Yan Kai's mouth became more and more difficult to hide: "I let you die, but I actually made you fulfilled?"

Jiang Ling didn't deny it: "I was born in a muddy hell, so every step I take is towards heaven."

Yan Kai stared at his face for a long time, then narrowed her eyes and said, "You are really crazy."

There are countless knives buried deep in Jiang Ling's soul, which can stab others or kill himself, and never show mercy: "Then I am also a romantic lunatic."

Qian Gengxin waited restlessly outside the office for a long time, and when he saw someone coming out, he went up to him and asked, "Brother Jiang, how is it?"

Jiang Ling said gently to him, "It's done."

"It's done?!" Qian Gengxin was very pleasantly surprised, looking at Jiang Ling with full admiration and faith, he was full of excitement, "It's really done... that's great!!"

Jiang Ling said lightly: "I told you, I will succeed."

Qian Gengxin: "Brother Jiang, how can you be so confident!"

"If I can't even be sure of myself, how can I let others be sure of me?" Jiang Ling glanced at him. He was really tired and had to sleep on the subway for a while.

He took off his coat and held it lightly in his hand, his eyes were almost slack.After living for more than 20 years, he has no one worthy of love, and no one can help him when he is helpless.In this world, he can only live alone, no matter what happens, he has to bear it by himself, and he has already gotten used to all the suffering.

"Tell yourself all the time, it will get better and better..."

With his back to Qian Xinxin, Jiang Ling whispered in a whisper that only he could hear:

"May the future... Bridges be strong, tunnels bright, roads wide."

【Special episode · May the future be bright · END】

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It's a pity that the popularity has not been high~ but I still like writing articles~

As long as you write carefully and do it slowly, it is a process that is very comfortable and enjoyable.

I've always loved fantasy shaping other people's feelings and stories.When eating, when taking a bath, when alone, there are always stories in my mind.This makes me feel less lonely, a person is always happy.

This article has been written for two months, more than 90 chapters have been archived, and it has been published for three months...so there is no Kawen situation during the publication process,

For the next article, I still try to save the full text of the manuscript as much as possible... I want to write about the theme of criminal investigation and suspense.

A story about how a group of beautiful psychopaths were arrested by the justice police and punished by law. .

The reason why I wanted to write it was because I heard my innocent little cousin pointing to the TV series and saying: I don’t like this villain, he looks too ugly.It makes people feel disgusted, scared, and disgusted at first sight.

I thought to myself: What about a bad guy who is particularly beautiful and good-looking?

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