nameless blue

That young Chen never appeared again. Chen Qingsen sat in the living room all night. It was not until the next morning when the old man came out of the house that he dragged his tired body back to his room.

One night, he thought of many things.

For many past events, he felt that he should be awake, but felt that he was asleep again.

Lying on the bed in the room, Chen Qingsen saw that photo again, and he thought, when did he meet this boy...?

It seems to be a certain summer vacation?

Chen Qingsen, who was on summer vacation, stayed alone in this house. Aunt Mei went back to her hometown, and Mr. Chen didn't come back either.There was a restlessness in the air.

Teenagers are always restless, Chen Qingsen wants to go out.But during that time, the Green Gang had some things to deal with. For his safety, Mr. Chen asked him not to go out.

That's when he saw the child in the house.

He stayed in the attic on the third floor, and he was not afraid when he saw Chen Qingsen, "Who are you?" He asked him.

Chen Qingsen didn't understand why there was a stranger in his family, but he thought of Mr. Chen's mysterious behavior and thought it was something in the gang again, "I am the son of the owner of this family..." He said to the child Said, "Mr. Chen brought you here?"

The child thought for a moment and nodded.

He sat on the attic carpet with his knees hugged, looking like a small animal.

"Are you here alone?"

The child nodded again.He also ignored Chen Qingsen, as if realizing that this person had no ill intentions towards him, he sat on the ground again in a daze.

"what are you doing?"

The child shook his head, "Wait for someone."

"Who?"

"It's none of your business." He turned his head and ignored Chen Qingsen.

Chen Qingsen was also a half-teenager at the time, and he had no patience with children. Hearing what he said now, he suddenly became furious. He thought about the child that Mr. Chen picked up from nowhere, how could he be so rude? .

"...Are you leaving?" Seemingly aware of Chen Qingsen's emotions, the child turned his head and asked.

"En." Chen Qingsen snorted, "I still have a lot of things to do."

"Oh." The child oh again, and stopped talking.

This really suffocated Chen Qingsen, he came back and sat in front of the child.

"You're not leaving?"

"I'm willing." Chen Qingsen said angrily, he looked at the attic, it was surprisingly empty, except for the carpet and some sundries, there was nothing else.

No toys, no comic books, not even a TV.

Isn't he bored here?

Chen Qingsen couldn't help thinking, he looked at the child, "How long have you been here."

"I've been here all the time." The child said, he looked at Chen Qingsen with a hint of maturity, "Did you just come here?"

"I've been living here." Chen Qingsen said angrily, why did he think that this kid seemed to be occupying the magpie's nest.

The child groaned again, and stopped talking. He seemed to be naturally quiet, and only reacted a little when others spoke to him.

This made Chen Qingsen a little uncomfortable. The children he had seen were all chattering, wishing they could not stop for a moment, wanting this or that, but he had never seen such a quiet child.

He looked at the child's thin clothes. Although it was summer, the child's clothes were too shabby.

"That's all you wear?" Chen Qingsen looked at the child's loose jacket and trousers, which seemed to be made of coarse cloth and were quite worn.

"Ah."

Chen Qingsen rolled his eyes, but still felt that such a child was a bit pitiful, so he said to the child, "Wait a minute."

Then he quickly ran out of the attic, rummaged through boxes and cabinets in his room, and finally found some clothes that he had been idle when he was young, and then ran to the third floor.

Perhaps because he felt that he was a little too eager, when he was about to reach the attic, he slowed down again, pretending to be unhurried, then opened the door, and looked at the unchanged child sitting on the carpet.

"Here you are." Chen Qingsen knelt down and said.

The kid looked up at him.

"It's for you." Seeing that the child didn't pick it up, Chen Qingsen stuffed the clothes into his hands, "I haven't worn any of these."

The child picked up the clothes, then looked down at his own, "These clothes are too good." He said to Chen Qingsen, "Do you really want to give them to me?"

"It's just for you." Chen Qingsen said, looking at the child's face, "Would you like to try it?"

The child nodded, and then took off his shirt in front of Chen Qingsen... Only then did Chen Qingsen realize that the child was pitifully thin, with unhealthy pale skin and scars that were about to disappear.

"What's going on?" Chen Qingsen frowned, he pulled the child in front of him, and looked at some small scars on his body, as if he was beaten by something.

"It's nothing." The child said, and he put on his clothes, "I was beaten."

"Who?"

The child gave him a strange look, "Do you know who is useful? What does it have to do with you." He spoke in an indescribably old-fashioned tone, and regardless of Chen Qingsen being overwhelmed by his tone, he sat down again. On the carpet, concentrate on being a statue.

Chen Qingsen got angry with him a few times, and his temper became angry, he slammed the door heavily and left the attic.

At night, he couldn't help but think, how is that child doing now?

Mr. Chen always said that he was indecisive, not generous, and had a little too much sympathy. Chen Qingsen himself knew this, but he just couldn't help thinking, what happened to that child?

In the evening, Mr. Chen came back. Aunt Mei was away for a few days, so Mr. Chen cooked all the dishes himself.

In fact, Mr. Chen is not very good at cooking. The only thing he can eat is a scrambled egg with tomatoes, so the father and son can only eat this.

After eating for a while, Chen Qingsen felt that he couldn't eat. Mr. Chen's craftsmanship is really not very good, so he put down the bowl, "Is there anyone else in the family?"

"No." Mr. Chen said, and he also put down the bowl, obviously feeling that his dishes were really not very good.

"I saw a child today." Chen Qingsen said tentatively, he wanted to find some clues from Mr. Chen's indifferent face.

But on Mr. Chen's pretty face, there is still the expressionless face of a ceramic doll. He didn't raise his head when he heard Chen Qingsen's words, "Then you must have seen the devil." He said, "The Chen family's old house, always It's something strange." He looked at Chen Qingsen who was terrified by his words, "Be careful, don't go where you shouldn't go."

In the evening, Mr. Chen went out again. Frightened by Mr. Chen's words, Chen Qingsen didn't dare to go upstairs again.He couldn't help thinking about the kid in the afternoon, thinking about the possibility that the other person was a ghost.

After all, Mr. Chen said that he did not know that there was a child in his family.

And it seems that only I have seen it now.

Is it really a ghost...?Chen Qingsen was so frightened by his own thoughts that his hands and feet were cold. He shrank under the quilt and began to search online.

The Chen family's house is also a well-known landmark in Ome City.

Chen Qingsen searched on the Internet, but he just typed the name of the Chen family's old house, and the following associated words suddenly popped up——

haunted.

Looking at the countless rumors on the search page, Chen Qingsen didn't even have the courage to take a look.

After all, at this moment, he may be the only one in the whole Chen family's old house, and that child who doesn't know if it's a human or a ghost.

Early the next morning, Chen Qingsen decided to take another look at the attic at noon.

Then when he mustered up the courage to open the attic door, he found that there was no one in the attic.

Just as he breathed out, he suddenly heard a gunshot, and then the sound of the door opening.

Chen Qingsen subconsciously returned to the attic, and then opened a crack in the door.

Gunshots kept ringing, and Chen Qingsen hid behind the door for an unknown period of time, maybe 1 minute, maybe 10 minutes, or even an hour.

The gunfire finally stopped.

There was a dead silence outside again.

The light was not turned on in the attic. It was afternoon, and it was supposed to be sunny, but it was indescribably cold and damp, and there was a smell of freshener in the air. I don't know who put it here.

Chen Qingsen squatted on the ground, his back covered in cold sweat. This was the first time he heard gunshots, and it was also the first time he realized that he was really Chen Shi's son.

He is the son of Chen Shi, the boss of the Youth Gang.

His palms were covered with sweat, and his legs were a little weak. He didn't even dare to go out. He was afraid of seeing the corpse...even more afraid that the corpse was Mr. Chen.

Chen Qingsen just stayed in the attic until the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the moon and stars were sparse. Then he walked out of the attic with weak steps.

He poked his head and glanced cautiously at the living room.

There was no blood, no corpses, and apart from some damage to the gate and surrounding furnishings, it was almost impossible to see what happened here in the afternoon.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly went downstairs. The creaking wooden stairs in the past seemed even harsher in the mansion where the gun battle had just taken place.

He subconsciously stopped, and looked at the living room and other places.Still no trace of anyone else.

The attic was not found all afternoon, so there should be no one here.As Chen Qingsen was thinking, Mr. Chen's indifferent profile suddenly appeared in his head. If Mr. Chen was here and saw his incompetent appearance, he would probably snort again.

Perhaps because of thinking of Mr. Chen, some inexplicable courage came into Chen Qingsen's body. He quickly walked up a few flights of stairs, and then went down to the living room on the first floor.

There was still a faint smell of blood in the air, presumably it had been cleaned up, but not completely... No, Chen Qingsen thought, the smell of blood was all around him.

He hurried back—

"Father?"

He saw Mr. Chen sitting on the sofa.He was wearing an iron-gray shirt, the sleeves of which had been cut off, exposing his arms, where blood had already appeared on the freshly wrapped bandages.

"What's your name?" Mr. Chen opened his eyes, but his tone was weak, he glanced at Chen Qingsen, "Come here."

Chen Qingsen hurried to his father's side, he looked at his wound, "The wound is open?"

"Yes." Mr. Chen said, he motioned Chen Qingsen to get the medicine box.

"Don't you need to find a doctor?" Chen Qingsen asked, and he was talking about the family doctor of the Chen family.

"No need." Mr. Chen said, he seemed very weak, and he closed his eyes after saying this.

Chen Qingsen didn't dare to delay any longer, he quickly found the medicine box at home, opened it, and then was at a loss.

"Take off my bandage." Mr. Chen said. He closed his eyes and directed Chen Qingsen's movements. Maybe he encountered many such things when he was young. Mr. Chen is very familiar with dealing with wounds.

Chen Qingsen's unskilled movements must have opened his wounds, but he still closed his eyes and opened them occasionally to direct Chen Qingsen's next move.

"Okay." Chen Qingsen heaved a sigh of relief seeing that although the wound was crooked, it was finally bandaged.

Mr. Chen did not speak.

Only then did Chen Qingsen realize that he seemed to be asleep.

When he was asleep, Mr. Chen looked much younger than before, with his hair hanging down his forehead. His skin was already fair, but now he lost a lot of blood, making him look even paler.

Speaking of which, Mr. Chen is almost 40 years old this year, but he looks surprisingly young.

Moon seems to have left no marks on his face.Chen Qingsen packed the medicine box while thinking about it. After thinking for a while, he ran back upstairs, took a coat that he usually wears, and covered Mr. Chen's body.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Chen woke up.

He was at a loss for a moment, and then he looked at Chen Qingsen, "I fell asleep?"

Chen Qingsen nodded.

Mr. Chen looked at the coat he was wearing, "I'm going back to my room." He stood up as he spoke, but his movements were a little slow, "What happened today... Don't worry, it won't happen again."

Chen Qingsen didn't ask what happened today, he knew that Mr. Chen would not tell him.

He watched the back of Mr. Chen walking slowly back to the room, and then put the medicine box back to its original position.

In the next few days, he didn't see Mr. Chen, and he went to the attic later, but he didn't find the child.This made Chen Qingsen doubt whether this child existed.

For Chen Qingsen, summer vacation should be the most boring time.Although Mr. Chen doesn't often restrict him from going out, every time he goes out, there are always a few people behind him.

This made Chen Qingsen feel unaccustomed, he would rather surf the Internet at home.Then I inevitably found something about the Green Gang.

There's not much talk in Ome City about this local gang, and more about the mysterious Green Gang boss who seems to have a son.

What's so special about having a son?Chen Qingsen thought, and then continued to read.

It mentioned that the Chen family's old house was raided some time ago. It seemed that it had something to do with the secret purge of the Qing Gang. Someone wanted to return to the Chen family and shot Chen Shi's son.

It was only discovered by Mr. Chen.

As for more, no one knows.

As the protagonist of the incident, Chen Qingsen still had lingering fears when he thought of the gunshot that day. He couldn't help but wonder if Mr. Chen found out a little later, would he not be here anymore.

Many years later, until Chen Qingsen left the Chen family, he never heard the gunshot again. He remembered Mr. Chen's words, "It won't happen in the future."

Mr. Chen has always kept his word.

In the afternoon, Chen Qingsen's uncles came to visit.

Although Chen Qingsen himself does not want to inherit the affairs of the Green Gang, he still needs to know many things.For example, the industry of the Green Gang.Chen Qingsen listened carefully, but felt that it was boring. He thought that Mr. Chen had been dealing with these things for so many years.

Then he looked at the bald old man.

His surname is Xu, he usually wears a pair of glasses, he is a bit thin, and he is always kind-hearted, but Chen Qingsen knows that as one of Mr. Chen's right-hand men and the most trusted person, old man Xu is definitely not as simple as he seems .

Old man Xu already has a grandson, and now he hardly interferes with the Green Gang's affairs. If it weren't for Mr. Chen's sudden death and his worries about internal instability, Chen Qingsen would suffer, and he wouldn't be in this troubled water.

"Uncle Xu." Sitting in Mr. Chen's favorite study room where he worked, Chen Qingsen looked at the old man who was talking to him with various documents and reports in front of him, "Can you tell me what kind of person my father is? ?”

Uncle Xu was silent for a moment. He looked at the bookshelves around him for a while, and then at Chen Qingsen, before saying, "Actually, you are not like Mr. Chen."

"You don't look alike." Uncle Xu said, "You look handsome, more like Mr. Chen's father, that is, your grandfather." He showed a nostalgic expression, "Mr. Chen is actually a very strict person , you can also say that he is ruthless, he was dissatisfied with Mr. Chen before, do you know why?"

"Because Mr. Chen looks too much like his mother. He looks indecisive and not ruthless enough, but the Green Gang needs an heir. If it's just an ordinary place, maybe it's okay for Mr. Chen to grow up as a son. After all Mr. Chen is indeed handsome." Having said that, Xu Bo laughed cheerfully, "But why does the Green Gang need a boss who can't control others?"

"But Mr. Chen is Mr. Chen's only son." Xu Bo said, he looked at Chen Qingsen, "I know in your heart that Mr. Chen doesn't care about you, but Mr. Chen is already very gentle to you."

"He knows that you don't like these gang affairs, so he never tells you, and he doesn't mean to train you to be an heir. If you want to go abroad and be an ordinary person, he will let you be an ordinary person." Xu Bo There was a moment of silence, "But as the son of the boss of the Green Gang, is it easy for an ordinary person to do so?"

"Your ordinary life is all due to Mr. Chen's efforts." Xu Bo said, as if he noticed the expression on Chen Qingsen's face, he added, "I don't blame you, after all, this is Mr. Chen's own choice, and You are indeed not suitable to be a gang boss." Xu Bo said, and he picked up the pile of documents in front of him again, "I know you want to go back, but let me, an old man, explain these things to you before we talk about it."

After seeing Uncle Xu off, when Chen Qingsen was about to leave, he saw Xiao Chen standing at the door.

He doesn't know when he appeared, it seems that he has been standing for a while, and he looks a little tangled——

"Have you forgotten about me?"

"The one in the photo is you?" Chen Qingsen said, he didn't say which photo, because he felt that the boy must know.

The boy nodded, then walked in and sat on the chair in front of the table.He looked at Chen Qingsen, "Are you back?" he asked.

Chen Qingsen was too lazy to think about what a boy was, whether it was a ghost or something else, "I can't stay here for long."

"why?"

"Because I'm going home." Chen Qingsen said, Mr. Chen is gone, everything in Qingmei City has become a past that can be discarded for him.What impressed him the most about Ome City, where he spent his entire teenage years, was that it was a humid and rainy day. Mr. Chen did not go out, but sat on the sofa in the living room with a thin blanket on his legs, lazily watching The look of a book.

The damp water vapor seemed to float in the air again, as if Mr. Chen was still there and would come out of the study at any moment.

Chen Qingsen looked at the boy in front of him, "I won't be coming back."

The boy's expression was very confused, as if he didn't understand what Chen Qingsen meant, he looked at Chen Qingsen, and finally asked, "Who are you?"

Chen Qingsen suddenly had a feeling of irony, he squatted down, looked at the boy sitting on the chair, "This is my home." He paused, "You suddenly appeared, and then asked who I am?" He grabbed the boy's hand Wrist, "Shouldn't you explain why you appeared in Chen's house?"

"Have you ever heard of one thing?" The young man was sitting on the chair. He was thin and looked rather pitiful. Now he looked down at Chen Qingsen with lowered eyelashes, which was exactly the same as Chen Qingsen's memory. One look overlapped.

"The Chen family's old house has existed for many years. It was not like this at the beginning. What you see now was renovated and rebuilt later." He said to Chen Qingsen, "That's why some people always say that they saw many things in the old house that shouldn't be. something that exists."

"I've seen a man singing opera before. He was babbling and singing in the room. He was surprised when he saw me." The boy said, "Actually, I was also surprised. I heard the legend about this house before. , but never seen it."

"I was very young at that time, at most five years old." The boy said to Chen Qingsen, "I never saw the man who sang an opera again, until a few years later, I saw you in the attic." He stretched out his hand , patted Chen Qingsen's head, and said with an indescribably old-fashioned tone, "We've all grown up."

"Actually, I have been waiting for you to show up at that time, because every time you come out, you can bring me something fun." He sat on the chair with a calm tone, "You told me that day that you wanted to take pictures with me. A picture, I've never seen that thing..." He said silently for a moment, "and then you disappeared."

"After many years, it never appeared."

"I've been to the attic of my house until Uncle Chen told me that many people can only be seen once in a lifetime, and I've seen them once and again, which is already a very lucky thing." He said to Chen Qingsen, Then he reached out and touched Chen Qingsen's hair, "I never thought we could meet again." He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly asked Chen Qingsen, "Can you give me that photo?"

Chen Qingsen was already dazzled by this fact. Although he had heard rumors about the Chen family when he was young, he never believed it to be true.

He looked at the boy sitting on the chair, and finally said, "Wait for me." Then he walked back to his room, found the photo, took it out, and handed it to the boy.

The young man searched here and there, and suddenly found a pen on Mr. Chen's desk, and began to write on the back of the photo.

"I learned a word that day, Love, do you know what it means?" The boy wrote behind the photo while talking. As for what he wrote, he didn't show it to Chen Qingsen.

Chen Qingsen didn't answer. Of course he knew what it meant, but he wasn't going to answer.

He watched the boy finish writing, put the photo in his pocket, and waved to him, "Goodbye." After saying that, he left the study.

The next second Chen Qingsen thought of something, and when he rushed out, he was already gone.

Everything in the Green Gang was carried out in such an orderly manner. Chen Qingsen watched what Mr. Chen had done over the years and signed the documents.

He knew that after all these things were dealt with, the Green Gang would have nothing to do with him.

It has nothing to do with the Chen family.

I don't know if Mr. Chen will blame him if he knows.

After everything was dealt with, it was another rainy day.

Chen Qingsen didn't bring much luggage when he came, and he didn't have any when he left.A lame old man stood in the doorway.

Chen Qingsen looked back at the Chen family's mansion, and the figure of Mr. Chen sitting on the sofa appeared in his head again, thinking that he would never come back after leaving this time.

He couldn't help having many thoughts in his heart. He thought for a while, and finally asked the lame old man, "Does father have any photos?" He knew that Mr. Chen didn't like taking pictures, and there were almost no photos left at home.

The crippled old man didn't speak, as if he was thinking. After a while, he finally remembered something. He limped back to the room, and then came with a box.

"Mr. Chen said before his death that he didn't like taking pictures, so this is the only photo he keeps now."

Chen Qingsen took the box from the old man.

The box seemed to be old, he carefully opened the lock on the box, and saw a familiar photo——

After countless hours, the photo has turned yellow, but the smiles of the two people in the photo are still bright.

Chen Qingsen flipped through the back of the photo.

"LOVE"

He still wanted to say something, but saw the tissue that the old man handed him.

Only then did he realize that he had already burst into tears.

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