Divorced, still making trouble?

Qiu Ye took a step back, not daring to look at the smiling black and white portrait on the wall.

"Kneel down." He Wenyuan said while standing beside him with his hands behind his back.

Qiu Ye's Adam's apple slid, resisting the urge to run away from the door, he took a few steps forward stiffly, and knelt down in the middle of the ground.

He Wenyuan closed the door, then turned around and turned on the static projector on a wooden table in the room.

The white screen slowly lowered, blocking the black and white portraits of his deceased parents. Qiu Ye raised his head and looked at the screen. When the image was projected on it, his pupils shrank instantly.

In the picture, the night outside is dark, and inside the house his mother is wearing an apron and cooking supper for the three men in the family in the open kitchen. The white mist of the thick soup hazy her elegant face.

"Wow, it smells so good." Qiu Ye heard his mother laugh lightly, then turned off the fire and walked out of the kitchen.

He knew that his mother would definitely walk to the stairs next, and then shouted to the second floor like countless nights in the past, "Come down for supper."

However, before she put down her apron that night and came to the stairs, the door of the living room was suddenly opened violently from the outside, and then five or six desperadoes wearing black hoods broke in with great force from outside.

Qiu Ye knew what was going to happen next. He had watched this video once, but he never had the courage to open it and watch it a second time. At this moment, he couldn't help turning his face away.

"Look." He Wenyuan said in a deep voice.

Qiu Ye's heart trembled, and he turned his eyes back to the screen with a pale face.

His mother was a very brave and calm woman. She was startled when she saw the villains barging in, and then asked loudly, "What do you want to do?!"

The villains didn't speak. One of them kicked Qiu's mother's lower abdomen without any explanation, restrained her violently, then took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to her, "I heard that your family adopted Ji Haodong's son." , where is he?"

Seeing Ji Mingzhe in the photo, Qiu's mother knew who these people were after, her eyes narrowed, and she said, "Who is this, I don't know!"

The culprit who suppressed the mother immediately stabbed her shoulder blade with a knife in his hand, and at the same time, the father who was in the study on the second floor ran out from the room after hearing the movement.

Seeing the scene downstairs, his eyes were tearing apart, and he rushed down to wrestle with those people.

Qiu Ye knew that his father had learned some boxing skills as the heir of the Qiu family, but his two fists were no match for four hands, and soon he was also subdued to the ground.

The scene after that was full of blood and cruelty. The father and mother were forced to ask Ji Mingzhe's whereabouts by all means, and the sharp blades were stabbed into their bodies time and time again and then pulled out again.

Qiu Ye's body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes were scarlet, the shouts and questions of the gangsters intertwined with the painful murmurs of his parents and hit his eardrum like a heavy hammer.

Qiu Ye only felt that the headache was unbearable, and his heart was convulsing in his chest. He wanted his uncle to stop the video, but He Wenyuan just stood beside him with a sullen face and said, "Look carefully, how your parents died."

"For a man who ruined your family, you don't even want your own brother. Are you worthy of your parents and Xiaonian?"

"I'm very disappointed in you, Ano."

These words were too serious, it was like cutting Qiu Ye's heart open with a knife, and his straight spine collapsed. He Wenyuan saw Qiu Ye's head hit the ground suddenly, and then burst into tears.

"I'm sorry..." Qiu Ye screamed in pain.

He Wenyuan watched his reaction with satisfaction, and finally pressed the pause button with the remote control in his hand.

The other voices in the room disappeared in vain, only Qiu Ye knelt on the ground, shrugged his shoulders, and cried in a muffled voice.

After a while, He Wenyuan stretched out his hand and patted Qiu Ye's shoulder, his voice softened a bit, "Okay, get up, the ground is cold, kneeling on your knees for too long will cause ice problems."

Qiu Ye didn't get up, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, his throat was convulsed and choked up, "I will send him away, uncle, I was wrong."

Hearing his words, a faint smile appeared in He Wenyuan's eyes as he expected. This is the most satisfying work he has carefully crafted in more than 20 years. He knows his nephew very well, and he also understands how to make a hit. Hit him seven inches.

The video of his parents' tragic death, the guilt towards Qiu Nian and the disappointment of his closest uncle towards him, as well as his long-term psychological hints, were enough to shatter Qiu Ye's heart, which had always been difficult to make a choice.

"It's good to know that you are wrong. Uncle can't favor you in this matter. Xiao Nian is my own nephew. I can't just watch you leave him outside for an outsider. I can't accept you and indirect harm. The people who killed my sister and brother-in-law are together."

He Wenyuan touched Qiu Ye's hair as he spoke, and then quietly helped him up from the ground, then sighed, "I don't think you can stay with Ji Mingzhe with peace of mind, right, Ah Ye, it hurts a lot It's better to have a short pain, when you have to make a choice, you have to make a choice, and you can do it yourself."

Qiu Ye nodded with a miserable face. He wiped the tears on his face, and after a long silence, he said hoarsely, "I see, uncle."

He Wenyuan didn't say anything more, he knew that his goal had been achieved, so he didn't stay in Qiu Ye any longer.

Qiu Ye left his residence in a daze, drove to the road alone, and then took a cigarette from his pocket, but his hands trembled several times before he lit it.

In the end, Qiu Ye broke the cigarette in his hand and threw the lighter out of the window.

Ji Mingzhe was sitting on the bedside, flipping through a book on finance and economics in his hand, and the puppet cat was rubbing against his feet in circles.

It was already late at night, but Qiu Ye hadn't come back yet. He glanced at his watch, then took the mobile phone and dialed the other party's number after hesitation.

The phone rang outside the door, Ji Mingzhe was slightly stunned, then raised his eyes, Qiu Ye just opened the bedroom door and walked in.

He hung up the phone, then walked to Ji Mingzhe's side, looking at him with red eyes.

"What's wrong?" Ji Mingzhe raised his hand to touch his eyes.

Qiu Ye didn't speak, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Ji Mingzhe as if he was about to cry.

Ji Mingzhe frowned, put down the book, hugged the cat from his lap, and just about to get up, Qiu Ye leaned over and kissed it.

The kiss pressed against his lips tremblingly with great sadness and pain, Ji Mingzhe was instantly submerged in such strong emotions, he blinked, opened his mouth to hold Qiu Ye in his mouth After the tears washed away, her lips were slightly salty, and at the same time, she already had a premonition in her heart of what was about to happen.

Therefore, this kiss is different from the past, it is more like two scarred beasts licking each other's wounds, and it is more like saying goodbye silently.

After a while, Qiu Ye suddenly turned his head, hugged Ji Mingzhe tightly, buried his face in his neck, and spit out his voice mixed with blood, "Ji Mingzhe, I will let you leave here."

Ji Mingzhe heard that Qiu Ye, who was hugging him, didn't move. He just stared at the crystal chandelier above his head for a long time, and then said calmly, "Okay."