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"Hey, let me just say why I always thought Jiang Dong's perfume smelled so good... It turns out that they are really the same kind... In fact, Mr. Xiao Jiang didn't mean any harm. You are all important people to him. Excited... Well, it's actually because he doesn't understand the habits of our plants, male plants shouldn't pollinate too much together... And I just lied, you and Chairman Jiang actually seem to be quite a match."

Hearing what the young woman in front of him said, Wen Ying immediately blinked his originally dull eyes in embarrassment. He was not without embarrassment at the thought of being bumped into by the two of them face to face just now.

Seeing that the young man was so fierce for Uncle Jiang just now, Jiang Shuhua, and now he is showing a shy and innocent look. Ms. Chen Jinhu, who has a good personality, is really happy for the two of them and smiled. Then she said,

"It's okay. I'll help comfort Mr. Jiang when I go back. You two don't have to worry about him. You can just bring him a delicious meal tomorrow and forget about everything. Oh, and the flowering period is over." Be happy, flowering and pollination this year will be the best if you strive for fruit next year haha~"

Wen Ying: "o(*-*)q"

……

When Wen Ying returned to the house, Jiang Shanglu was sitting alone in the living room, looking thoughtfully at the fruits and vegetables that Jiang Shuhua brought over in the middle of the night.

At that moment, Wen Ying could actually feel that Jiang Shanglu was a little depressed, so he just walked up to the older man and sat down, and asked lightly,

"Want to eat? I'll get the plate."

"No need, let's talk about it tomorrow morning... If I am as greedy as Shu Hua all day long, I will gain weight sooner or later..."

"It's pretty good-looking when you're fat, but now you're too thin."

Wen Ying's casual love words can always make Jiang Shanglu happy, but it's a pity that his still aching neck makes him still full of psychological shadows about having an intimate relationship with his lover in his own home.

Seeing this, Wen Ying felt sorry for him and himself. The first half of tonight was already worth remembering, so now he just hugged Jiang Shanglu gently and let him lean on him, and rubbed him skillfully. rubbed the back of the neck,

"Have you been injured before? This kind of pain feels very abnormal."

"Well, a small injury, it's nothing."

Jiang Shanglu half-closed his eyes and answered casually with some comfort.

Hearing his sloppy answer, Wen Ying didn't ask any more questions. If he wanted to say something, he would naturally tell himself. After all, even a lover would keep some secrets.

And thinking of this, Wen Ying, who had been doing some pleasant evening activities all night, didn't bother to talk about it, suddenly picked up her coat from the side of the sofa, and took out a bunch of keys from her pocket After that, he sat back beside Jiang Shanglu who was a little confused.

"I met someone today."

"……who?"

"An old man who has worked in Jiang's family for many years, named Fang Qin, I had a brief chat with her daughter-in-law when I went there in the afternoon. It turned out that you gave this old man money after you were discharged from the hospital, but you never went to see her in person. Go to visit her, I know you are the kind of person who misses old feelings, so why do you know that she is sick but would rather give her money than visit her?"

"...Why should I go to see her?"

Jiang Shanglu replied indifferently when he heard the words, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was also a little mocking and cold. Wen Ying sensed that he was in a bad mood, so he stopped talking altogether, and after the two of them remained silent for a while, Jiang Shanglu, who couldn't get angry after all, just rubbed his brows helplessly and said in a low voice,

"You must know, don't you?"

"You don't have to say anything, it's nothing."

"You... oh... forget it..."

Shaking his head, he finally compromised. Jiang Shanglu was really a little scared. Wen Ying also convinced himself. After all, it is hopeless that he can still feel a little cute from the bottom of his heart with such a stubborn and difficult to deal with. .

After leaning on the sofa and tapping Wen Ying's knees with his thin fingers a few times, Jiang Shanglu raised his eyebrows and said with a lazy and tired expression,

"It was this woman who grabbed my hands and feet together with my parents and elder brother and locked me in a mental hospital. It would have been utterly benevolent for me not to kill her family and cut off their lives after I came out, and you are wrong, I am I don’t miss the old love, I don’t think so much money is used to send beggars, what gave you the illusion that I am a kind and selfless person, you forgot that I was a prisoner two or three months ago A lunatic who got up? A lunatic always has such a whim, give some money to send off the former servant at home, maybe one day I will take revenge on her when I get upset..."

"Then why don't you take revenge on Jiang Shuhua?"

"...Why should I take revenge on him? Shu Hua never did anything to me."

"Do you think a lunatic will explain to others proactively and rationally like you?"

"...Hey, I said you..."

"If I remember correctly, you took the initiative to save that mental patient named Wang Linchuan and Zhang Xiaoguang before, right?"

"That's because I don't want them to fall to their death. It's the most painful thing to fall from that kind of place and still not die."

"How did you know."

After Wen Ying asked this question that was a bit aggressive and even didn't seem to respect him very much, Jiang Shanglu suddenly stopped talking, his neck became more and more painful, and a very uncomfortable memory flooded up all over his body. But because Wen Ying was in front of him, no matter how unhappy he was at the moment, Jiang Shanglu suppressed his anger and smiled at Wen Ying after a while.

"What are you trying to say, Wen Ying? Let me tell you the truth, although I look like I won't be angry with you, but if you continue to do this, I will still be a little bit, although not obvious It really does exist..."

He began to scare people with half truth and half falsehood, but Uncle Jiang's lazy smile didn't seem to be angry, but he felt like sitting here and flirting with Wen Ying.

And in her heart, she forced herself to never compromise on this matter. Today, Wen Ying, who made up her mind to let him stop escaping, only put the string of keys that Fang Qin found under the old man's bed in Jiang Shanglu's hands. Frowning again, he asked,

"Do you recognize the key to where this is?"

Hearing his question, Jiang Shanglu also picked up the bunch of keys on his hand and took a look. When he saw a small peach pit tied with a red thread on the key, and the surface was worn a little shiny, his His face suddenly became a little indescribably subtle.

Suddenly, he remembered the distant scene of one afternoon many years ago, when he was lying on his father's desk and using a carving knife to carve out this thing himself. After a while, Jiang Shanglu only closed his eyes and frowned, answering a little tiredly. road,

"I know."

"Where is it?"

"...my father's study is on the third floor of this house."

Hearing this, Wen Ying finally sorted out some general clues about what happened in the past of the Jiang family. After Jiang Shanglu came out of the hospital as a person who was kept in the dark from the beginning to the end, he must have personally investigated this matter, but However, the more he investigated, the more he became cold-hearted, so he simply gave up, but he almost missed the opportunity to touch the truth by letting go.

And Wen Ying was really a little angry when he saw him like this, but he still refused to say anything serious to yourself. He just frowned and hugged him from the front of his body, and spoke in a calm voice to comfort him road,

"When I went to the old man's house today, she was in a very bad state. From the meaning of her words, I probably heard that what happened to you back then may have other reasons. You have been unwilling to blame My own family, but I can't let go of those things and really come out, so go and see what happened for yourself now, I won't hinder you, you go up alone, no matter what you see, you don't have to tell me, if You feel really sad, come back to me again, I will be there for everything, trust me, okay?"

……

When Jiang Shanglu opened the door of his father's study with the bunch of keys in his hand, his face was expressionless.

As far as the eye can see, the small study that was once full of traces of Jiang Shanglu's childhood playfulness was very dirty and dark. Judging by the dusty appearance, he could tell that no one had come in for a long time.

A familiar inscription appeared in front of him after he completely entered the room. Jiang Shanglu stood alone and looked at it for a while without looking away. After a long time, he lowered his head and smiled lazily.

[The knowledge of the world is knowledge, and the sophistication of human feelings is the article]

"There's nothing to worry about. I'll wait for you to come back in the room. Just check if there's anything there. If there's nothing there, come out right away."

Jiang Shanglu, who was secretly in a trance, gradually came to his senses what Wen Ying said just now. Maybe he really felt that he should ask for an accurate answer, so he stopped hesitating. Instead, he walked to the familiar desk and sat down slowly. down.

Before opening the drawer, Jiang Shanglu's pale fingers trembled abnormally.

After silently thinking about Wen Ying's words in his heart for a while, Jiang Shanglu, who regained his composure, continued to pull the drawers.

As he expected, his father's habit of keeping a diary was preserved until the end of his life.

The black diary was in his hand at the moment, but Jiang Shanglu suddenly didn't really want to touch it.

His face was full of defense and suspicion, irritability and anger. Being alone alone magnified these horrible and horrible emotions in his heart countless times, but when Jiang Shanglu frowned and seemed a little troubled, he lost his mind for a while, It took him a long time to talk to himself nervously and mutter something to himself.

"It's okay, at least I'll go back later, Wen Ying is still in the room."

After saying this, Jiang Shanglu's whole body seemed to have inexhaustible strength. He slowly opened the black notebook. After turning through a large number of meaningless blank pages in front, the last page was almost finished. At that moment, what he wanted to see finally appeared before his eyes...

—or something he'd been terrified of seeing.

……

My sister Zhifen is a beautiful girl. Her unfortunate fate is that she was born in Jiang's family, and she has the source of opium poppy, which is destined to be crazy.

When her 17th birthday came, her doomed fate began. My father and mother were killed by my sister because they didn’t want to hurt their little daughter. The existence of six families, and then... also died.

Because of my younger sister Zhifen, I have always been afraid of this terrible family fate. My wife and I had no children in the early years due to our respective health reasons. Fortunately, the eldest son Shang Yong picked up by my wife when she was working in Liaoning is an ordinary person. , which made me forget my family genetics a little bit.

And when I was 45 years old, my wife, Comrade Zhang Qiaoling, actually brought me my first child.

That feeling was amazing. I cried happily when I hugged this wrinkled kid in the doctor's hands. I named him Jiang Shanglu, educated him, and loved him. Until the age of five, my little Lu said I would have been willing to ride on Dad's neck, and even gave my oldest son a little cold shoulder for it.

After being criticized by my wife's education, I also started to be strict with Xiao Lu, but there is no way, my youngest son is so smart, I don't believe that there is no one in this world who doesn't like him.

By the time he was in junior high school, he was already a sensible and filial boy. He was very close to my eldest son. Although everyone in the family knew about Shang Yong's background, Xiao Lu would never make things difficult for his brother. There are always good ways to make his always silent big brother happy because of him.

Because of his lively and kind personality, even the eldest son, who was always a little unhappy because of my eccentricity when he was a child, couldn't help pampering this younger brother in everything.

At that time, I often thought that I would leave all my career to my elder son Shang Yong, but I sincerely hope that my younger son Xiao Lu can grow up happily and carefree all his life.

But God was destined to destroy my delusion, because when Xiao Lu was 17 years old, one day when he came back from school, he told me and my wife, Dad, Mom, I feel very uncomfortable, as if I have a fever.

He seldom got sick since he was a child. This fever brought terrible results. More and more phenomena similar to the one that gave me nightmares showed that my son may be going to be like my sister and many grandparents of the Jiang family. Fate not to survive.

Enduring the grief in my heart, I began to discuss with my wife the arrangement for Xiao Lu. After knowing my plan, my wife cried and scolded me uncontrollably, saying that it was absolutely impossible for me to take away his son.

I don't want anyone to hurt my son, but my son is going to hurt someone else soon.

Seeing my innocent and kind child turn into a complete lunatic, it would be better to kill me.

Fortunately, although I was an ordinary person with no capital when I was young, by chance, I met an old friend who was also a carrier of plant genes like Phytolacca and possessed great supernatural powers.

My old friend surnamed Xiao came down to see Xiao Lu at home after my wife and I pleaded. After he found out that Xiao Lu was a carrier of the poppy gene, he first proposed with a very strange attitude that we should destroy Xiao Lu before he awakened. All his requirements for human household registration, and after carefully checking Xiaolu's mental state, he gave me a terrible and cruel suggestion.

He said that in a situation like Xiao Lu's, he could only think of one solution, and this solution might not be effective, as it had only a less than half chance of success.

That is to find a safe place in the next time, cut off his external needs in all senses, cut off his thoughts emotionally, and cut off his hope of living physically.

Until his mental state as a poppy can no longer be easily out of control due to excessive greed, and he has the ability to control his own mind, then he can obtain a second life in the true sense.

In the midst of emotional confusion, I agreed to this unavoidable suggestion after painful thinking. I asked my eldest son to contact a hospital in the suburbs, and locked him up with all his family members that afternoon. in the car.

And after that, none of us went there to see him again.

In the third month after the cancellation of Xiaolu's household registration, several people who claimed to be government workers came to my home to check on my children. With the help of my old friend Xiaolu, our whole family barely concealed the fact that Xiaolu was a person. The fact that he is still alive in the world, and then began the long and tormented days of waiting for Xiaolu's treatment.

From the descriptions of those hospital staff, I can hear every day how my son was driven a little bit crazy by my own hands.

It took three years for him to go from wanting to find his family to save him at the beginning to finally becoming more and more quiet. Material needs took five full years.

He became more and more like a dead shell in that small dark room, but according to our goal from the beginning, as long as we wait patiently, we can wait until the day when Xiao Lu recovers and is discharged from the hospital and the family reunite up.

That year, Xiao Lu was 26 years old, and my wife and I occasionally talked about whether Xiao Lu would be able to come back to celebrate the New Year with the whole family this year.

But before the autumn, a news suddenly came from the hospital one day.

When I knew that my once optimistic son wanted to end his endless pain as soon as possible, and almost ended his young life by jumping off the balcony of the ward, I really wished I could just do that Die instantly.

This year's New Year's Eve, I couldn't wait for my little Lu to come home, but my wife, Comrade Zhang Qiaoling, died after the New Year's Eve.

When my eldest son and I buried her, I was in a trance, because until the last moment I couldn't accept that my wife who had been with me for decades had just left.

After that, Xiao Lu's spine suffered serious sequelae, and the doctor said that he might live with this kind of pain for the rest of his life.

When I heard the news, my eldest son burst into tears. At this time, he was already the father of a half-year-old boy. Shu Hua was no longer a child, but he still suffered from the pain he suffered because of his younger brother. After half a lifetime of torture and pain, he burst into tears.

Because of an unavoidable fate, my family was completely destroyed, and I was thinking about exchanging my old life for my son's life all the time, but in the end I still lived to this age in the world.

But as I write these words, I already feel that my life is coming to an end.

I was going to find my wife, but I was so guilty that I couldn't bring her any news about our worrisome young son at the reunion.

My only regret is that I wanted to see my children again until the last moment of my life.

I hope he will be healthy and successful, live a long life, and be a good boy with integrity and kindness.

He also wanted to see if he had really grown up.

I really want to tell him personally that he is a good son who is worthy of my pride in my heart, because it is a satisfying and happy thing for me if he lives in this world for one more day.

My child is so strong and brave, and one day, nothing in this world will be able to defeat him.

At that time, I hope that by his side, there will be someone who can sincerely treat him well, who can replace our family members who have harmed him, and live happily with my little Lu for the rest of his life, so that his future generations will be happy. Half of life is full of flowers, full of fragrance.

——Jiang Zhiming's last pen in June 2012

-----------[The first flower·One flower, one world·End]-------------

Volume Two: One Leaf, One Bodhi