REMIX

The biggest difference between him and Gong Weiyan is that he believes in the principle of "exchange of equal value". The obedience obtained by relying on money and force is superficial and superficial. Give it a treat, or something else of equal value.Maybe because everyone is a young man of the same age, some people appreciate his quack aura, and gradually he has gained popularity.

Except for a pimp named Lin Ruian.

On the last weekend of October, an American with whom he had a good relationship invited him to hang out in a bar he opened. People's face.Even though Gong Junye had no shortage of sleeping companions, he asked Jun to go with him (Chu Qing never participated in such corrupt and vulgar group activities), and went to the block two roads away.

This pub is considered to be the largest in the nearby blocks, with a large number of customers and a strong backstage, so it has become the most unscrupulous place for illegal transactions.Gong Junye sat here for less than 10 minutes, and just after drinking a glass of wine, he had already witnessed two or three people who sold fans.

Not surprised, he took a long way to go to the bathroom, and Liu Sijun exchanged feelings with a familiar ABC in the booth.A bold foreign girl deliberately slowed down when passing by him, and pinched his little finger. He pretended not to feel it, turned and stepped into the corridor. In the corner, besides the fluorescent sign in the bathroom, there was a couple embracing each other. of men and women.

There was nothing new about this situation, the lonely man and woman couldn't help themselves, so he tried to avoid suspicion—he lowered his head and went up two steps, suddenly feeling that something was wrong.

"Help……"

It's a sentence in Chinese, the girl's faint cry for help.

"Let go...I...Mr. Gong...help me..."

With the help of the dim light, he saw that the person holding the girl was a tall, thin, blond man. His figure was not as tall as that of Europeans and Americans, but more like a delicate Asian. His seemingly intimate behavior had a faint coercion Hearing the girl's vague and crying voice again, he stopped, changed direction with his feet, walked forward and knocked on the wall.

"Hi."

The man turned around.

"Is something wrong?"

A pure Chinese with a frivolous face.Still a mixed race.

Just as the man was staring at him, she was pushed away by the girl. She leaned on the wall and took two steps to hide behind Gong Junye, barely standing on her legs in an unnatural position, her whole body trembling.

Obviously, she was drugged.

"So... what's the matter with you?"

The mixed-race man straightened his messed-up shirt collar. He was about the same height as Gong Junye, and his eyes were unobstructed. There was a straightforward provocation in his smile: "Handsome guy, it's not good to delay other people's business."

This was the unpleasant first meeting between Gong Junye and Lin Ruian.

After he knew that the fake foreign devil who was trying to lure his compatriots actually lived on the same street as him, but his job was to be a pimp who had been entrenched in that bar for a long time and seduced boys and girls, he said kindly: "Well water doesn't mess with river water, don't touch it." Someone I know."

But the latter didn't seem to think so at all: "Please, I was amazed by you at that time, this face will definitely sell for a good price."

——If it wasn't for the fact that he was surrounded by the gang from the next block, it wouldn't be his turn to act as a monster beside Gong Junye.But he is not stupid, he knows that if he wants to live comfortably under the influence of others, he should not stretch his hands too far.We all live so close together, we don't see people looking up when we look down, it's not good for anyone if we get into bad luck, so we spend most of our time in our own safety zone, we should continue to be human traffickers, Gong Junye has no right to interfere, he can see Eyes are enough.

Gong Junye's likes and dislikes towards a person often show that the boundaries are not so clear, he is tactful but unsophisticated, and he has a good sense of proportion. The first time Lin Ruian saw him, he knew that he was not an idle person, so he couldn't help but investigate him behind his back. .However, Gong Jun Yegen was in the country, at best he seemed to be a playboy with a lot of fun, and he didn't have much background to dig deep.

People must learn to control their curiosity. It may be because this person is too outstanding, or it may be a strange jealousy. This enthusiasm is unusual, and no matter what level of reason is not convincing enough .

I have to use one word to sum it up, attraction.

But definitely not same-sex attraction.

Occasionally, when he has free time, he will go to an underground boxing arena to watch Gong Junye fight Muay Thai.

This boy of the same age seems to have a wide range of interests, but most of the time he is alone. There are two best friends, one of whom has worshiped the same Thai boxer as his teacher, and is his partner in the boxing ring. He is an unforgettable handsome man with long hair, but every time he beats Gong Junye to the ground, his style is seriously inconsistent with his appearance.

Lin Ruian usually watches leisurely off the stage, like a young girl in spring who is peeping at the object of her love.It's funny to think about it, after all, only idiots come to the ring to pimp.

When Gong Junye came down to drink water, he greeted him with a playful smile, as if unilaterally announcing to the world that they had a good relationship.

He saw Gong Junye raise his hand, pointing in his direction, put down his water glass and lifted up his shirt to wipe the sweat hanging from his forehead, when a man came running outside, with big strides and a serious expression.

Gong Junye seemed to feel it too. Under the suspicious gaze of the online audience, he folded his hands together and thanked the Thai boxer in Thai: "You have worked hard."

Someone handed him the phone and grabbed his wrist.This action was a bit abrupt, but it was enough to show the seriousness of the matter.

"Ai Rui has an accident."

Lin Ruian suddenly felt unable to laugh.

The call was from Gong Weiyan.

"Your mother and some aunts went on a trip, and there was an explosion at the airport when they came back."

"Sorry, I didn't see her," he said.

(six)

Gong Junye flew back to the country alone that day.

He left in a hurry without notifying anyone around him, not even the woman who slept with him the night before, and suddenly appeared in front of Gong Weiyan as if he had evaporated from the world.There was probably no need for a formal reunion between them, just like a real family, they sat down to chat, eat and eat. Gong Junye had been out for nearly half a year, and he hadn't had a phone call with him.

As a result, the first phone call from his father was to tell him the news of his mother's death.

Gong Junye watched the domestic news on the plane. Regarding the airport explosion that happened the first day, in the follow-up reports, it was officially identified as a man-made attack. It was a vicious terrorist attack that killed and injured dozens of people.The deadline for the video recording between him and Ai Rui was three days ago, and she said to him after the last 47-minute video, "Don't ignore your dad, I don't take him when I go out to play, he is boring of".

He stared blankly at the computer until the stewardess reminded him softly that the plane was about to land.

When he landed, he clearly felt the temperature difference in his hometown in winter. The sky was miserable, the wind was piercing through the bones, and he wanted to snow but couldn't.He carried a simple suitcase and went to call a car outside the airport. His family didn't know he was back, so no one greeted him.

Only the empty villa greeted him. The room was annoyingly quiet. The servants dared not speak even though they had nothing else to do. When they saw him coming back, they gently put a cup of hot tea on the table, and at most said "Young master is back." No post.

He had already walked a long way, and tired of enduring such silence, he tapped his knuckles on the table, suppressing his emotions in his voice: "Who said something."

It seems that he has undergone some changes that can be detected by the naked eye in the past few months. Whether he is taller or has a strange expression, there is some hostility similar to Gong Weiyan between his brows. The maid lowered her head even lower.

The butler closest to him received the intent of his eyes and stepped forward to him.

"The lady is gone."

He pursed his lips impatiently. This established fact has long since been repeated over and over again.

"Mr. went to the police station and hasn't come back for two days. It's a big mess."

"Has the suspect been caught?"

"I heard it was caught."

Only then did Gong Junye react. He took a sip of the cup of tea, stood up and looked at the wall clock, his movements were coherent without a trace of excess, he put on the clothes he had just taken off again, and walked towards the door.

"I'll go find him."

This time he called Qiu Heng.

I haven't seen him for half a year, and Qiu Heng seems to be getting old. When he saw him, the corners of his eyes were full of small smile lines, and he said earnestly: "The young master is back."

Gong Junye sat in the co-pilot, did not show the depression on his face in front of him, smiled and said: "Long time no see."

Perhaps it was because no one put his mother and everything related to her in front of him one by one. He felt that death was still far away from him, ethereal and lacking in reality.

In fact, when he was very young, he realized the difference between himself and those children in ordinary families. Because his father had this identity, and because he was his son, some dangers and losses were inevitable, and he had to learn to accept them.

He sat there in a trance, and the atmosphere that should have been a little bit of pleasantries could not be eased no matter what.

Qiu Heng didn't speak again, and drove straight to the police station.

There, Gong Junye met Gong Weiyan who was completely different from the person on the phone.

The bustle inside and outside the police station was different from the past. Apart from the policemen with ugly faces, there were also some faces he was familiar with. They were people under Gong Weiyan's subordinates.Those black suits are so eye-catching wherever they go. They are just accompanying this negotiation and have no intention of causing trouble, but they still bring a compelling sense of oppression.

In front of them was a white writing desk, on one end was the fidgeting section chief, and on the other was Gong Weiyan who spoke clearly.

Compared to the state he was in half a year ago, he is now much thinner, his slightly sunken cheeks highlight the edges and corners of the entire face, his outline is sharp, his eyes are as sharp as a knife, and his tone is even more pressing.

"Psychopathy? It has nothing to do with me."

"I don't accept any reason."

"Hand it over. I want his life."

He had a transparent ID bag by his hand, which contained several shapeless, scorched objects.

It's Eri's legacy.

Gong Junye looked at him from a distance, didn't make a sound, and didn't walk over, but sat down on the bench under the "No Smoking" warning sign in the corridor, and lit a cigarette for himself.Some people saw him and didn't have the courage to come up to stop him, some people raised their voices and argued about something, he no longer cared about everything, leaned his back against the cold wall, and closed his eyes peacefully in the soft mist of tobacco.

But his soul broke free at this moment, picking up the trivial past he had long forgotten, childhood companionship, awkward photos, a home with only two people, his mother's voice was as fresh as three days ago, he acted like a baby to her, like Never grow up.

He still remembered her words: "Jun Ye, if you love someone in the future, you must give her 'something different from others', whether it's a gift, a good temper, or a face that only she can see... …Understand? Let her know that she is different and irreplaceable from thousands of other people in this world, so that she will not have any regrets."

He wanted to ask her again, do you have any regrets, Mom?

The father and son arranged for Ai Rui's funeral together. According to the old custom in his hometown, the funeral was held No. 20 days after death.

It happened to be New Year's Eve that day.

Gong Junye was wearing a black formal suit, a black wool coat, and a white camellia pinned to his chest. He walked at the head of the send-off team, stepping on red paper covered with firecrackers.The uncle and the uncle's family walked behind, whispering all the way.They were followed by Qiu Heng and a few maids at home. They got along with Ai Rui day and night, and they missed her the most. They were all crying. At first, Qiu Heng handed them tissues, but later his eyes became red.

Gong Junye's grandparents hated Gong Weiyan, the "murderer" who "killed" their daughter, and they didn't want to stand with him during the funeral ceremony.Gong Junye supported her grandma, and took out a handkerchief from her breast pocket to wipe her tears. She cried so hard that she couldn't see the way, her hunched body was about to fall, and she muttered Ai Rui's nickname vaguely.

The Sri Lankan had passed away, and the coffin soil was sprinkled down one by one, and the dust had really settled.

He didn't even see her face.

After the burial was over, Gong Junye walked to the tombstone, straightened Ai Rui's smiling photo, and wiped away the dust from the corners of the frame with his fingers. As if by coincidence, he heard his aunt complaining to his younger brother Gong Junxing: "When will it end?" Ah, I'm exhausted from standing."

He kept silent, restrained his expression and movements, and turned his head to look at Gong Weiyan who was standing outside the crowd.

Surrounding the cemetery is a birch forest trembling slightly in the wind. The bare branches are stretched freely. The winter sky is high and dazzling. Migratory birds have already migrated in late autumn. cigarettes.

Gong Junye moved his steps and walked towards him against the wind, only to find that his hands were shaking all the time, so shaking that he couldn't even hold the lighter.

Under his feet are the withered grass slopes, the new grave of his wife, and the rest of his life.He also has countless lovers who can exchange one life for another, but they can never get back the exact same her.

Gong Junye didn't say a word to him, silently took the lighter from his hand, turned it on, lit a cigarette for him, and lit one for himself.

The first snow of the year fell on his shoulders and melted before he could touch it.

His son didn't know at that time that his illness was only enough for him to live for another two years.

(Seven)

In the evening, when Gong Junye left the cemetery, he received a long-distance call from Si Jun and Chu Qing on the way, and asked about the situation here.He chose the key points to say, and in the end, comforting words such as condolences and resignation were indispensable, but the person who said the words was not an outsider after all, so he still felt that it was useful, and promised them to go back to school in two days.

"I want to take two years off from school, or maybe I won't go to school," he said. "I always feel that this thing will never end."

"Don't think about it." Si Jun scolded at the other end, "Although I don't think it's interesting, it's better to come back and start a business."

He wanted to say something but didn't say anything, and changed his words: "Let's discuss it when I go back."

There was supposed to be a thank you dinner after the funeral, but he didn't want to go, so Gong Weiyan asked two of his subordinates to take him home.

At four or five o'clock, the snow fell heavily, the ground was slippery, and the road conditions deteriorated. He looked at the flashing lights in the congested traffic, feeling restless, and rolled down the window to blow the cold wind.

So he ran into the child a second time.

He wasn't quite sure through the night, but the little boy stopped still in front of a video store, allowing him to make out the impressive face.

After nearly a year, the freckles on that small face seem to have faded or disappeared, but he must have grown taller, even though he is wearing a cotton coat that is at least two sizes too large, and his hair is messy, so it can be seen that he was given a haircut The guy is not very responsible.

Gong Junye ordered the driver to pull over almost without thinking, as if he ran into someone he knew on the road.

The little boy who was listening to the music at the door of the video store turned around to look at him, and seemed to have been thinking about his identity for a long time in confusion, before he said awkwardly, "Hello, Mr. Landlord."

landlord?

"I'm not the landlord..."

Gong Junye was dumbfounded for a while, and then guessed that the child's mother taught him some easy-to-understand words, which were used to refer to groups that he could not understand for the time being and would have a bad influence on him, or maybe because most of the city was populated by Gong's family. That's why we call him "landlord".

Don't say it, it's quite appropriate.

Gong Junye didn't want to deny it, so as not to see any disappointment on the child's face, he just followed him and said, "...that's it."

"what are you doing here?"

When the child was asked by him, the eyes that were originally facing him flickered: "I, I am listening to a song."

He was a little surprised, and listened to the English song that he might not understand: "This?"

The frightened little animal was scared away by him.

The child hurriedly said "I'm home, goodbye", and before he could respond, his thin figure disappeared into the night in a flash, the clattering sound of the keys was intertwined with the music that he couldn't appreciate, Gong Junye sighed Take a breath.

Even a child doesn't want to talk to him, he's really bad at home.

I don't know how the child and his mother are doing?

Have you changed your place to live?Will he still be bullied?

He is always running, is he chasing something?

"If you have time, ask the person in charge of this street for me."

He was still looking at the path hidden in the snow, stepped on the solid snow under his feet, and ordered to the man who opened the door for him: "Investigate the child and his mother."

"Yes."

During the Spring Festival in China, Gong Junye bought a plane ticket to go back to school.He didn't plan to stay in the country to accompany Gong Weiyan to be sad—his own father didn't seem to be sad at all. After spending two days at home, he reverted to his old ways on the third day and didn't return home at night.

If Ai Rui could still serve as a bridge of communication between him and Gong Weiyan when he was alive, once this person left, the relationship between the two of them would be completely dead.When Gong Junye left, he didn't even bother to say hello, like a traveler returning to the hotel to pack his luggage, he dragged a suitcase and left happily.

Ai Rui's daily necessities and cloakroom were still there, and the father and son tacitly did not touch it, it looked as if this person was still alive beside them.

It's a pity that the empty house where no one misses lives is not a home at all.

Qiu Heng sent him to the airport. On the way, he was trying to find something to say. Maybe it was because of his depressed mood for the past few days. This overly honest man always gave him a lot of advice on behalf of his family. Sometimes he was too warm. Gong Junye But couldn't bear to interrupt him.

He was probably the only person in the world who, besides Ai Rui, considered himself a child.

"Come back after the young master graduates. No matter how good it is abroad, it can't compare with your own home..."

Qiu Heng parked his car in the parking space beside the main road outside the airport, and came down to help Gong Junye carry his luggage, still mumbling in his mouth: "You are going to be 20 years old, and Mr. Gong is getting old too. Come on, he'll be lonely . . . and want you to stay by his side."

can you?

What a bad joke, he thought.

And it will be a year later when he learned that Gong Weiyan's liver cancer is terminal.

Ever since Ai Rui passed away, Gong Junye felt that every phone call from China carried an ominous aura, a harbinger of danger and death.

It was also from that time on that he no longer blindly enjoyed the freedom of being unattached.He began to pay attention to the situation in the country, and specially placed three trustworthy informants here, one to keep an eye on Gong Weiyan, one to keep an eye on uncle and uncle's gang of fuel-efficient lamps, and one to listen to the news from the Tao. , and report to him at any time if there is any change.

The person he entrusted to inquire about the mother and child also replied to him. The story is far simpler than he imagined: the woman and the boy are homeless wandering in this city. Fortunately, they met, and since then the woman has Boy, a boy has a mother.They were very poor, and they rented a house with an unknown alcoholic before. They opened a dilapidated grocery store on that dilapidated street, selling snacks, drinks and daily necessities, but the renter said they She has never been in arrears with rent. A woman is strong, and her children are also up to the task. They live in poverty but can't see the slightest grievance.

"I often see that child doing part-time jobs outside to earn money. Seeing...it hurts." The informant smiled on the phone, and then asked him, "I can't tell, Brother Ye, are we going to save all sentient beings? Are you planning to support poor children?"

"Fart." Gong Junye said contemptuously, "If I put down the butcher's knife, I can instantly become a Buddha? It's a good idea."

Ai Rui's death seemed to have taken away the last bit of innocence he had left in this world, and made him grow into a calculating adult overnight. Don't be sad, don't vent, don't easily expose your weaknesses, and learn to suppress them. , learn to keep calm, learn to hide the real motive until the goal is achieved.He is invulnerable to swords and guns, invulnerable to all poisons, has a decent smile and anger, and can become a Buddha whenever he wants.

For example, when he heard the informant say "Mr. Gong has reached the terminal stage of liver cancer".

He just answered nonchalantly, "Oh, yes."

"Then he will have a few days to live."

(Eight)

"How long?"

"More than a year."

"When did it get worse?"

"...I don't know."

"that's it?"

"that's it."

Gong Weiyan answered these questions one by one, and calmly stated the bad news that happened to him. He has lived in this capacity for most of his life, and life and death have long been underestimated. At this moment, the most emotional thing is——Gong Junye's death in his life. I have grown up well under the shelter, and I really have no regrets.

He did say that: "The money I leave you is enough for you to build in your next life."

"Shut up." His cold-blooded and unfilial son immediately stuffed a handful of medicine into his mouth.

Gong Junye has no doubts that his father will die very early, living a life of debauchery and doing business for money and murder, it's no wonder he can live to be a hundred years old.It was lucky that he did not die from such a shameful cause as Hualiu disease.

It took only a year for liver cancer to progress from the early stage to the late stage. It was necessary to take medicine, take medicine, and perform laboratory tests. The formalities for leaving school have been completed.

In his words, "I want to watch him die with all my heart and soul."

Chu Qing said: "Are you still suffering from secondary illness?"

"How filial I am."

He didn't care, leisurely took out a butterfly knife from Gong Weiyan's bedside sleeve, and sliced ​​the orange very peacefully: "Yes, Dad."

Gong Weiyan, who was wearing a hospital gown, was leaning against the bedside to bask in the sun, looking at his 20-year-old son in the bright light, his facial features were similar to his own, but there was a flair in his eyebrows that he never had, and he could perfectly align his eyes The faint chill in the middle concealed it.When he doesn't smile, he gives people a sharp feeling, which makes even his own father feel uncomfortable.

Gong Weiyan looked at the knife in his hand that could stab him to death anytime and anywhere, and shifted his gaze to the ring on his thin finger, his Adam's apple twitched.

It's Eri's legacy.

His son, as if in a place he hadn't even noticed, turned into a stranger he had never seen before.

Outsiders said that after a year of cold war between the Gong family and his son, the relationship was miraculously released.

The news of Gong Weiyan's serious illness had spread like wildfire before Gong Junye returned to the country. He had already expected this in his heart. Just imagine that the Gong family has collapsed, and there are people below who want to tear his bones apart and eat his flesh. This cannot be missed. excellent opportunity.

Especially under the premise that his son is a good-for-nothing.

So he had to come back, not because Gong Weiyan was seriously ill, "I'm very lonely, I hope he stays by my side".

Instead, tell those who are coveting his things all the time, to try if they dare to come over.

After Gong Junye came back, he went back and forth between the hospital and the company that Si Jun just took over every day.Si Jun seems to be an unreliable person, but his vision of the market and decision-making ability are not bad at all. It is precisely because Gong Junye believes in him that he allows him to go all over the world and provide him with stable financial support. After the company goes public, I am an important shareholder who can enjoy the benefits.

For the rest of the time, he would handle some business affairs for Gong Weiyan, only making decisions, not attending any occasions, making the outside world look like he was just a puppet for ghostwriting—in fact, he was really "overstepping his authority", In the early days, he was ignorant and unskilled, and needed Gong Weiyan's guidance. In the later stage, he had direct contact or even intervened. However, his father pretended to be stupid and didn't say a word about it.

Perhaps he also knew in his heart that he was going to die after all.

On the second weekend after Gong Junye returned to China, his uncle and uncle came.

I have long heard from the subordinates supporting him in the hospital and the pretty little nurse accompanying him that they visited Gong Weiyan frequently during his stay in the hospital.When they entered the door, they saw Gong Junye, who was supposed to be studying abroad, doing his filial piety in front of the bed, and he wasn't surprised at all: "Oh, Juan Ye is here too."

Gong Junye is also very sensible: "Uncle, uncle, you talk, I'll go out to smoke a cigarette."

The sick uncle gave him an ugly smile, he put down the half-read magazine in his hand, walked over the open door, and walked out.

But not far.

He stood quietly in the corner where no shadow could be seen for a while, when he heard his uncle's voice from inside the room: "Weiyan, you are also suffering."

"Don't worry, as long as you make your will, we won't treat your prodigal son too badly."

Not long after they left, Gong Weiyan fell asleep.

Recently, his sleep time has been getting longer and longer, and it has become more and more irregular. The symptoms of advanced liver cancer have come true in him one by one.Occasionally, the liver hurts so much that he can't sleep well all night. He passed out once and called the doctor on duty at two o'clock in the morning to give first aid. Gong Junye often couldn't tell whether he was asleep or dead, so he spent more time with him. beside the bed.

It's a pity that they never had much to talk about, and there was nothing left with each other except blood. The face-to-face time was difficult to spend in a natural way like that between relatives, which highlighted a certain thought-provoking embarrassment.

Sometimes when he looked at Gong Weiyan, it was difficult to connect this dying body with the high-spirited man two years ago. His father was rapidly aging and weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye, but there was nothing he could do.

So he gradually became relieved, as if no matter how much he hated time, winter would still come as scheduled every year.

Another sleepless night passed, and he put down the book he had just read at the beginning, feeling a little tired, and his body rarely sent a signal of overdrawing.He thought about it, handed over the task of nursing to his subordinates, and decided to go home and sleep after breakfast.

Qiu Heng bought his favorite food on the road and brought it in a package, and it was still hot when he got it.He watched Gong Junye sitting in the co-pilot preparing to eat, and poured hot tea from the thermos in the car for him: "Master is working too hard, pay attention to your health."

"It doesn't matter."

After opening the kraft paper bag, as soon as the heat of the food wafted out, he rolled down the car window to ventilate, and the cool morning breeze blew into the car, dispelling a little drowsiness.

He reached out to catch the teacup Qiu Heng was holding, but he couldn't catch it.

"Be careful……!"

What completely covered Qiu Heng's exclamation was a gunshot.

Gong Junye turned his back to that direction, only felt that Qiu Heng grabbed him and pressed him on the car seat, his shirt was soaked by the hot tea, and the place close to his skin was burned so that he gritted his teeth, but he He didn't move, but Qiu Heng moved.

The man's body trembled violently, and then, a thick bloody smell rapidly expanded in the compartment, mixed with the smell of food and tea, spreading out.

Passers-by outside the car screamed and fled into the distance.

Gong Junye lay down in the car, took off his coat and called the bodyguards who were staying in the hospital. After confirming that they were on their way up, he hugged Qiu Heng, who had been shot in the shoulder, onto the seat with his arms wide open. Carefully press the steering wheel, the car makes a harsh horn.

And his tinnitus was buzzing, as if he couldn't hear anything.

"Ah Heng." He wrapped the man's injured shoulder with clothes, fresh and greasy blood stained his hands, but his thoughts had never been so clear and undisturbed, and he whispered: "Ah Heng, open your eyes." Eye, yes, look at me, you're fine, the hospital is at the intersection, you won't die, do you hear me?"

This honest and ordinary man couldn't be as calm as him at all, his body twitched violently, his face turned pale with a lot of blood loss, he was sobbing and couldn't speak clearly, as if he was still crying, sweat and tears flowed down together.

"I'm sorry, young master... I didn't burn you..."

Gong Junye only understood this sentence.

"The young master is kind to me..."

(nine)

Gong Junye was shot by an unknown person on the way out of the hospital. The driver Qiu Heng blocked a shot for him, and his left shoulder was punctured. Since the incident happened near the hospital, the blood loss was not much, so his life is not in danger.

The impact of the injury was mainly mental. Before Qiu Heng was pushed into the operating room, he said to Gong Junye tearfully, "It's thanks to you, Master, that my daughter can go to school." "I really don't know how to repay you"...

During the operation, Gong Junye waited outside the operating room, with bloodshot eyes, waiting for the doctor to hand him the shell casings that had been taken out.

When he studied the caliber of the bullet and combined the range to infer the type of gun, the person sent to track down the murderer got a reply.

He stood up and listened to the phone, completely sleepless.

"People caught it."

In fact, he already had the answer in his heart.

During this period of time, he also did another thing, which was to privately send someone to investigate Gong Weiyan's illegitimate son living abroad.

It is impossible for a man like Gong Weiyan to have heirs outside the family, so just in case, he must know the whereabouts of these "sprouts" as soon as possible to prevent them from becoming his future confidant.

He weighed it over and over again, and with the idea of ​​trying his luck, he used a lot of manpower, and finally only found a half-sister.

The result was better than he imagined.

Because her mother was addicted to drugs, the girl was forced to make a living and went astray early, selling herself at the age of 15.When Gong Junye found her, it was on the client's bed.

The naked girl sat at the end of the bed with her back hunched over, her eyes were empty, like a gorgeous but cool shadow puppet.One of his men turned on the light in the room, and the first thing that caught his eye was the tangled clothes that had been taken off in a hurry, the old and simple bed and the TV. No one spoke, only the 40-year-old client was pinned to the ground The sound of panting, like a dying animal under a butcher's knife.

The girl looked frivolously at the people in the room, including the elder brother she had never met before. There was no shame or self-pity that should be seen on this immature carcass. She casually picked up a half-pack of cheap Cigarette, took out one and put it on his lips, the movements were familiar and smooth, while lighting the fire, he said: "Oh, you are my brother."

That staring look almost convinced Gong Junye that this was his own sister.

He happily acquiesced.

The girl finally looked at him undisguisedly, as if looking for recognizable traces on his face, the shape of the bridge of the nose, the distance between the eyebrows and the curvature of the smile, as proof of their blood relationship.

"Are you my dad?" She raised her face and said something that sounded completely irrelevant to the topic, "That's great, your clothes must be expensive."

She asked again: "Where is my mother?"

Gong Junye faced her with lowered eyes, slightly bent down to her ear, and said softly, "Guess?"

She couldn't imagine what kind of terrible truth was implied behind these two words, so she only noticed the lines of his lips moving and his black leather gloves.This is the original wife's son, a veritable heir to the family business.

And a prominent status and a complete family, she will never get it in this life.

The girl's hand paused for a moment, and she seemed to have enough psychological predictions for this, and the answer didn't seem to surprise her.After a while of silence, she slowly pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray with a broken corner, grinding it almost like a murderer, the bright red nail polish on her fingers faded, and flickered mottled with her movements.

She let go of her hand, and suddenly laughed suppressedly: "Hahaha..."

Surrounded by smog and no one echoed, she still covered her face with laughter, shrugged her shoulders, and her relieved laughter echoed in the dark room.

"Hahahahahaha, oops..."

Gong Junye waited for her to laugh enough, she blinked her bright eyes like a little fox, raised her head, and waited for him to announce her fate.

"what about me?"

"Either I will give you a sum of money, as much as you want, to ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life, but don't appear in front of me in this life...don't let me find you."

He took off his overcoat and draped it over her shoulders, showing an abnormal tenderness at the moment when they should have confronted each other. He thoughtfully lifted the long hair that was under the collar, aligned it with the skirt, and covered the parts that should not be exposed. Live like a real brother would do.

"Or I'll kill you now."

She got up silently, wrapped up the ill-fitting coat, stepped barefoot over the black leather shoes and empty wine bottles on the floor, and grabbed the clothes left by the client, like a