king vs king

Wang Si's sudden arrival stunned both Wang Zhenjie and Zhu Xiuyun.

Also in the room was a small terrier, curled up at the foot of the bed, ears pulled back in fear.

Three people, one dog, eight eyes, I don't know who should look at whom, who should speak.

"Xiaosi..." After all, it was Zhu Xiuyun who broke the silence first, her voice still choked and trembling.

Wang Si looked at Zhu Xiuyun, he didn't know what expression he had at the moment, he just felt that his whole body was stiff and his face must be ugly.

"Ah, Xiaosi." With a smile on his face, Wang Zhenjie stood up cheerfully, "Look at our father and son, front and rear feet. Come, come." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to catch Wang Si's hand suitcase.

Subconsciously, Wang Si took a step back and pushed the box back, keeping a safe distance from Wang Zhenjie.

Wang Zhenjie paused, rubbed his hands together and said with a smile, "Put the things down and sit down."

"What are you doing here?" Wang Si asked coldly after regaining some consciousness on his face.

Wang Zhenjie's smile faded a little, and he said: "Go home for the New Year, I haven't been back for so many years, and I miss you both." He reached out to pick up the box.

"Go home?" Wang Si pushed the box back again, but his body stepped sideways to block Wang Zhenjie, "Is this your home? Why do you come back?"

Wang Zhenjie's smile completely froze on his face, and then chuckled twice, but put on a sarcastic smile and said, "Why isn't it my house?" After speaking, he turned around and sat back on the sofa, poured himself a glass Baishui, picked up the cup and blew gently, took a sip, put down the cup, and looked up at Wang Si, "I am the head of the household in the household registration book."

A burst of anger burned from his heart to his eyes, Wang Si stared at Wang Zhenjie, his hands clutching the suitcase began to tremble due to excessive force.

He gritted his teeth tightly. He obviously had a thousand words of questioning and cursing, but it seemed that he was stuck with a fixed spell, and he could only stand in place, letting every muscle and joint of his body compete with each other and tremble.

"You go!" It was Zhu Xiuyun who spoke, and she held back some tears just now, and the moment she spoke, her eyes burst out, "So many years...you...you..." But after saying a few words, she Unable to continue, he covered his face with his hands and began to cry bitterly.

The puppy at the foot of the bed also whimpered twice, and lay down at Zhu Xiuyun's feet, timidly looking up at her mistress.

"Yes." Wang Zhenjie said slowly, "I haven't been back for so many years. You two have suffered a lot, but now I'm back! Don't cry, don't cry." paper, and walked towards Zhu Xiuyun.

Sensing Wang Zhenjie's approach, Zhu Xiuyun raised her face from her hands, and stepped back in horror. Her hands were flustered to support the bed, and the originally neat bed was quickly ripped out of messy lines.

"Don't touch my mother!" Wang Si burst into a roar, but his body was still stiff and stuck in place, unable to move.

The puppy was frightened by the roar, and got under the bed with its tail between its legs, without moving.

Wang Zhenjie was also startled by Wang Si, and stopped halfway, turned to look at Wang Si's bulging eyes, and at Zhu Xiuyun's fearful expression, smiled wryly and shook his head, raised his hand and threw the tissue into the trash can.

He looked around at Wang Si and Zhu Xiuyun, sighed, and said, "What are you doing? It's like seeing a ghost."

Wang Si's heartbeat quickened due to the roar just now, and his body also regained some consciousness. His chest heaved violently, and he felt blood rushing to the top of his head one by one. He let go of the hand holding the suitcase, pointed to The door was still trembling uncontrollably.

"Go away." He gritted his teeth and said.

Wang Zhenjie couldn't hold back the false smile any longer, his face darkened completely, and he said, "Tell me one more thing."

"I'll let you go!!!" Wang Si yelled again.

Wang Zhenjie sneered, and walked slowly to Wang Si.

He is not as tall as Wang Si, and he needs to raise his head slightly to stare into Wang Si's eyes.

"You let me go?" Wang Zhenjie's voice was low and deep, like the muffled thunder in the summer, "I'm your mother." He said and raised his hand: "You, let, me, go?"

Slap lightly on Wang Si's face word by word.

The muscles on Wang Si's face twitched violently. As Wang Zhenjie approached step by step, and the tactile sensation of his palms falling on his face, the fear and despair in his childhood that had been forgotten for many years quickly emerged from the darkest corner like a vine. The spreading and climbing covered the entire atrium, making him unable to breathe.

"Do you think you're capable now?" Wang Zhenjie poked Wang Si's chest with his fingers, and said coldly, "You think your wings are hard? Do you think you've earned enough money to be great?"

He grabbed Wang Si's neckline and said, "When will you be born and raised by Lao Tzu, it's not your turn to play tricks on me!"

After finishing speaking, he grabbed his collar and slammed it hard, and Wang Si immediately lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

The feeling of soreness in his limbs spread all over his body, and he realized that his whole body was numb.

"Ah!" Zhu Xiuyun wailed in pain when she saw Wang Si fall down, her legs kicked helplessly on the bed due to anxiety and despair.

Wang Zhenjie squatted down, brushed Wang Si's pale face with one hand, and pinched his cheeks fiercely.

The teeth cut through the skin of the mouth, and the smell of blood spread in Wang Si's mouth.

"If you don't fight for three days, go to the house to expose the tiles. I think I haven't dealt with you for too long. I don't understand the rules of the house? How dare you quarrel with me? And let me go?!"

Wang Zhenjie swung his hand again, and with a "bang", Wang Si's head was smashed to the ground.

He only felt dizzy and dazed for a while, and his ears were buzzing, and then the pain came slowly, passing along the scalp and skull inch by inch and echoing in his head.

He raised his hands to hug his head in pain, and made a meaningless "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Scenes of terrible memories resurfaced in his mind.

Broken wine bottles, scattered poker, pale lights, broken cigarette butts, black eye sockets, blood at the corners of the mouth, the corridors of the hospital, mother's crying...

The past that he thought he had completely discarded, the scenes that he thought would never reappear, all came back in the chaos.

Wang Zhenjie looked at Wang Si who was curled up into a ball, stood up again, his eyes were red, and kicked Wang Si fiercely in the abdomen.

"Ah..." Wang Si moaned weakly, and instinctively hugged himself tighter.

Wang Zhenjie had nowhere to go, so he stomped on Wang Si's waist and legs fiercely.

Zhu Xiuyun finally screamed, ran from the bed to behind Wang Zhenjie, cried and hugged Wang Zhenjie's leg.

Wang Zhenjie turned around and stepped on Zhu Xiuyun's body again. The insulting words in his mouth were unbearable. He picked up the ashtray and cup on the table and threw them on Zhu Xiuyun indiscriminately.

Zhu Xiuyun let go to defend himself, Wang Zhenjie turned around and kicked Wang Si's shoulder again.

Wang Si hugged himself tightly and closed his eyes tightly.

The pain in his body was magnified infinitely in the darkness, except for fear and despair, he had no ability to think at all.

He is no longer the little boy he was back then. He is stronger and younger than Wang Zhenjie. As long as he stands up and resists, Wang Zhenjie has nothing to do.

But at this moment, he could only curl up and bear it. The shadow of his childhood made him a powerless victim forever in front of Wang Zhenjie.

He heard the sound of fists and feet falling on his body, the sound of furniture and utensils being smashed, and Zhu Xiuyun's cry. He was terrified, his body trembled from the inside out, his mind There were also spasms and pains, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. He seemed to feel the approach of death.

If you can stop being beaten when you die, then let me die.

This thought that often lingered in his mind when he was young, finally rang in his ears like the whisper of death again.

"I FUCK YOU!!!"

Such a sound came from another part of the room, followed by the sound of footsteps, the sound of a fist hitting a body, and then a chaotic, disorganized sound of beatings, cursing, and begging for mercy.

There were no more fists or feet falling on him, and Zhu Xiuyun's crying seemed to disappear suddenly. Wang Si slowly opened his eyes in horror, but saw Wang Wei riding on Wang Zhenjie, holding his collar in one hand, and holding his collar in the other. He punched him hard in the face.

During this period of time, Wang Wei has been doing devil training for the concert, and his physical condition has long been different. The muscles on his arms swelled into terrible shapes due to congestion, and his fists were bulging with veins due to anger.

Blood had already flowed from Wang Zhenjie's mouth, staining half of his face.

He feebly put his hands in front of his face, trying to stop Wang Wei's beating, begging for mercy in a vague way, looking embarrassed and wretched.

Wang Wei's face was hideous and terrifying like never seen before. He seemed to have lost all reason and wished to beat the person in front of him to death.

Wang Zhenjie couldn't resist the fists that rained down on his cheekbones and temples, and finally passed out, his hands hanging down to his side, like a pool of dead flesh, allowing Wang Wei to beat him.

Zhu Xiuyun finally came back to her senses, stepped forward and tugged at Wang Wei: "My child... my child... stop beating... someone will die...!"