Ming's Pawnshop

The neckline was slightly open, and Ming Lou without a tie lacked a sense of formality and solemnity, coupled with his seductive and youthful face, it was very out of tune.

In fact, Minglou's original intention was not like this, but the transformed clothes were not generated out of thin air, and to a large extent relied on his own memory and experience, but the well-clothed young master Ming was served by servants since he was a child. After entering the Ming family, he didn't need to order everything by himself, so he never bothered to memorize the tie. He made a random guess according to A Cheng's method in his memory, but the result was not satisfactory, so he simply omitted this step.

Looking at a completely different self in front of the illusion mirror, Minglou's thoughts drifted back to the past, until he suddenly sensed something, and then woke up from the memory, and turned to look at the corner of the room, where, slowly emerging A shadow appeared.

Sombra's voice was as piercing as ever: "You've used your power well. I didn't expect you to be able to use it so quickly."

"Thank you for the compliment." Minglou turned around, his face was full of indifference, he put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and carefully looked at himself in the mirror.

"Are you satisfied with the arrangement of this pawn shop?"

"Very good." Ming Lou seemed to be finally satisfied with his new look, and removed the mirror hanging in the air.

"But it still needs to be changed, for example..." But Heiying was not reconciled to this perfunctory words, he waved a few black mist while speaking, and suddenly several huge photos were hung in the room, most of them were him Mingjing, the elder sister, has never seen many scenes even in Minglou. They seem to be pictures of her when she travels through all corners of the world. Whether it is wars or dark and mysterious scenes, she is always as elegant as afternoon tea with friends.

Minglou knew that the rumor that the eldest sister was the owner of the pawnshop was indeed true, but now that he had become the owner, he knew a thing or two about the fate of the eldest sister. Hei Ying's move must be to induce him to ask, and he decided not to Minglou, who is willing to make Sombra happy, will not fall for it.

The rest are A-Cheng's figure, A-Cheng who is smiling and handing over coffee, A-Cheng who is driving seriously, and A-Cheng in the sniper mirror, all of which are scenes extracted from Minglou's memory. Ah Cheng in Minglou's eyes.

Of course the current Minglou knew that it was Sombra who had read his memory, and Minglou couldn't deny this kind of bad taste, so he just ignored Sombra's words and sat on the sofa.

Clapping hands, a servant with a dull expression immediately brought the tea. Minglou took the teacup calmly, lifted the lid, and gently blew the foam on the tea without even looking at it, looking at ease.

As expected, he felt goosebumps all over his body being aroused by the coldness, and after waiting for a while but did not wait for the black shadow to attack, Minglou raised his eyes curiously.

I saw that the black shadow had already moved to the center of the room, and there was actually a writhing human-shaped black cocoon floating beside it, and the things inside seemed to be trying to break free, but unfortunately the compressed high-density black mist was extremely tough, holding it firmly in place. Locked in it, the fierce struggling posture is simply creepy.

"On the first day of taking office, I will give you a gift." Following Soi Ying's words, a black mist swirled up, entangled the cocoon, and tied a vulgar bow on it, "Open it and see like or not?"

Hearing Heiying's artificial female voice, Minglou had an ominous feeling in his heart, but he didn't see any action, but the black cocoon shattered directly in front of him.

As soon as the restraints were lifted, a bloody man fell directly to the ground. The sudden reappearance of the light and the impact of this heavy fall made him stop for a moment, then he curled up in shock and buried his face in his arms In the middle, lying on the ground like a baby, there was a roar that didn't sound like a human voice in his throat.

Although the black cocoon no longer exists, there is still a black chain around his neck, linking the void leading to nowhere. With his posture, the chain is pulled straight, but he seems to be buckled into the flesh Unaware of the pain, he continued to curl up.

Just a short moment is enough for Minglou to see his face clearly, not to mention that figure is familiar to Minglou.

This person turned out to be—Ah Cheng.

"What do you mean? Are you going to break the contract?" No matter how turbulent the storm was in his heart, Minglou's face did not change at all, only a slightly lower tone showed his displeasure.

"No, the rules of the pawn shop are of course iron rules." Soi Ying paused, "But the deal you made with me is just to keep him alive and safe. The real person is already in front of you," the tone changed. , "And it was safe and smooth, but I kindly let him choose by himself, and what he chose was..."

"Stay by my side?" The coldness in Minglou's eyes was blocked by the glasses, but his attitude was still calm, as if the people struggling there had nothing to do with him, "Hmph, but most of this is probably your deliberate intention. Guided it? Let me guess, you let Ah Cheng watch the scene of our transaction while I was in a coma?" Even analyzing slowly, "Since he wants to stay by my side, he naturally did it with you. Deal, what did you take from him to make him like this? Sanity? Mind? Mind?"

"How come, he wants to be your assistant, how can he manage the business of the pawn shop without reason," Soi Ying's formless smile really filled the space, "I just took away his memory That's all, all the memories after entering the Ming family."

"..." Minglou didn't speak, and glanced at Ah Cheng who was still howling heart-piercingly, the meaning was obvious, was this a sign of memory loss?

"It's very uncomfortable to have a blank memory. I kindly extended the memory that still exists for 15 years. This can be regarded as a rare help..."

The cup in his hand shattered to the ground with a bang, and Ming Lou looked at the black shadow sullenly. The memory of Ah Cheng before he entered Ming's house was Aunt Gui's craziest treatment and beating of Ah Cheng.

Ah Cheng's low hissing finally stopped. It was because he passed out due to lack of oxygen due to his non-stop struggle. There were bruises, and some places had even been ground to the point where the flesh was pulled out, and the neckline, which was blackened by the dried blood, was full of bright blood.

Minglou lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, hid all his emotions, and said to Heiying in a calm voice without ups and downs: "I accept the gift. And you, you can go."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the black shadow's reaction, he led the people on the ground and disappeared into the living room, leaving only the bloody chains left empty on the ground.

"The Ming family is indeed very interesting. This suppressed strong anger and unwillingness is really delicious," the black shadow as thick as ink slowly faded to himself, "Mingjing, look, your brother doesn't have any When it comes to you, you also think it is a fickle child, right? Well, then who shall we go to play with? Go to your favorite Mingtai, shall we?"

The author has something to say: Be careful to hide from the leader at work and finish writing, mainly because it is shameful to be seen...

Go home and do some minor repairs, okay?

CH20

Even in a coma, the person in front of him seemed to be haunted by nightmares all the time.The tense body, curled up posture, and furrowed brows all released emotions of fear and uneasiness.

And—the fear in the eyes.

After finally waking up, Ah Cheng relieved the heartbroken Ming Lou, but before the usual smile on his face could be put on, he saw Ah Cheng jumping up with frightened eyes, forcing himself to hold on regardless of his neck injury. Get up and step back.

"Ah Cheng!" Before his thoughts could turn around, his body started to move without authorization, and finally Ming Lou hugged the other party who had retreated to the edge of the bed and almost fell in time.

The body in his arms was as familiar as ever. Because he had been in danger all year round, the seemingly soft muscles contained huge energy, but he couldn't refuse a simple hug from him every time.

But that has also become the distant past.

Feeling the violent struggle, and almost unable to lock the opponent's movements with his own arm strength alone, Minglou couldn't help but smile wryly, and could only secretly pour energy into his arm, and forcibly confine the opponent in his arms.

"It's still early, let's sleep for a while." Minglou found a comfortable seat on the bed and lay down in a hugging position, and carefully helped Ah Cheng tuck up the quilt that was messed up when he was struggling. The man in his arms, who was covered in blood and showed a clean and handsome face, smiled and closed his eyes.

As soon as he closed his eyes, a scene from the past emerged in Minglou's mind. It was Ah Cheng who had just entered Ming's house at the age of ten. The children at that time were really well-behaved, adults could do whatever they wanted, and they were very diligent in their studies. He quickly caught up with the progress of his peers, unlike Ming Tai's brat who always loves to be lazy and cause trouble.

It’s just that he may have been influenced by his childhood experience. Ah Cheng always likes to keep things in his heart blindly. He never mentions when he is bullied, and he doesn’t like to communicate with others. Minglou and Mingjing are usually busy with affairs, which is beyond abnormal. Being sensible makes them feel at ease, but they don't realize that Ah Cheng is slowly being ignored by them.

Until one day, Ming Lou, who was about to return to his room after discussing the Ming family’s business plan for the coming year with Ming Jing at night, heard a small whimper coming from Ah Cheng’s room passing by.

No matter how strong he was, Ah Cheng was still just a child at that time.

Minglou clearly remembered how he felt when he saw the frail child hugging the quilt on the ground in a dark corner and weeping in a low voice. He sat by the side and waited for most of the night before finally waiting for the other party to throw himself into his arms. , the fragile eyes yearning for warmth touched one of the few soft spots in Minglou's heart.

That day was the first time Ming Lou