It's hard to get out of the vortex of love

Wan Sijun doesn't like his own name, and the homonym of Wan Sijun means playing with you to death.This name is too arrogant and often makes friends make fun of it, but the resistance is ineffective.

He vaguely guessed the meaning of the name in his heart: his mother's name was Wanwan, and his father, whom he had never met, must have the word Jun in his name, but he dared not ask, because father was a taboo topic in the family.He has always been curious about what kind of man can make his mother, a strong woman who combines beauty and wisdom, so determined, and misses him so far.

It wasn't until he was 13 years old that his mother told him about the suffering between husband and wife when he was dying. After the story, the mother and son hugged each other and burst into tears.In the end, his mother told him to find his father, no matter whether he lived or died.If he is alive, he should be filial and take care of him. If he is dead, take his bones back and bury them together so that they can reunite as husband and wife.

Wan Sijun had to agree.

Wan Sijun managed the garment factory left behind by his mother in full swing, and everyone in the factory, from the executives to the grassroots employees, admired this frail boy sincerely and looked forward to it.By the time he was 17, his business had become a national leader and he had established his own clothing brand. It was hard to believe that the boss behind the thriving big business was just a teenager.Even his grandfather Wantong, the richest man in City G, admired him, proudly said that he was his own copy, and intended to train him to be his heir.

All this is enviable, but only I know the pain in it.He skipped the beautiful growing up period of adolescence, and directly shouldered the burden of business that many adults could not shoulder, and he also had to deal with his studies.Because most of his energy is put on the business, his academic performance has always been low, and he has no friends, let alone entertainment time.But he is also lucky, his efforts were not in vain, he won everything he wanted.

This year, he decided to fulfill his mother's last wish as soon as possible, arranged everything in the company, and found a reason to get the consent of his grandparents to come to Y province to study in university.Here is on the border with country M, so it is convenient to inquire about the whereabouts of my father.

The day before the start of school, he found the old house where they lived after marriage according to the address given by his mother. The old man next door, without asking his name and origin, invited him to look around the house like a master, and told him about the tragic love of his parents. story.It's just that there is one point that is not right, and it is not known to outsiders, only the three of them know.

The old man spoke with the mentality of a bystander and added his own point of view, which was more vivid and detailed than what the mother said.Wan Sijun said thank you repeatedly for letting me hear such a touching and poignant love story.Before leaving, he took the initiative to leave his name and phone number for the old man.

When he walked out of the old neighborhood, he heard the women whispering behind him: "See? This must be the murderer's son. His face looks like his mother's, and his body looks like the murderer's. He is tall and thin... ..."

Wan Sijun felt sore and sore when he heard it.

The next day he received a call from a stranger who claimed to be his father's confidant named Yahui.After meeting at the agreed place, Yahui handed him a letter from his father, and told him that his father had just had an operation on his neck and was unable to speak, so he wrote down everything he wanted to say in the letter.After reading the letter, Wan Sijun tidied up briefly, and followed Yahui to smuggle to country M by taking a small road.

As soon as he entered the border of country M, there were about a dozen strong men in camouflage and armed with guns, who looked at Wan Sijun and bowed and saluted and shouted: "Hello, young master!"

Wan Sijun heard it awkwardly, these days only special service personnel in entertainment places are called young masters, besides, he is not the kind of person who puts on airs.He bowed back and said politely, "Hi everyone! You can just call me Wan Sijun."

After introducing ourselves and greeting each other, we continued on our way.

When the moon came out, they were walking on the steep path halfway up the mountain, with a cliff on the left, a cliff on the right, and a raging river below the cliff.The moonlight in the mountains was frighteningly cold, Yahui told Wan Sijun to be careful not to fall off the cliff, and reassured that there would be a car at the foot of the mountain to pick him up, so he didn't have to walk.

As we walked, two people stood with their legs crossed at the front of the road. One of them had a cigarette in his hand, the red dot was twinkling, the other held a gun in his right hand, and the dagger in his left hand was shining coldly in the moonlight; Look, there's also a big, tall guy with a weapon standing there.The opponent obviously came prepared, and intercepted them on this dangerous road with great combat experience, and was about to catch them all in one go.A group of guards drew out their weapons to be on guard, and Wan Sijun stood next to Yahui calmly. He was the most conspicuous among the group, especially his white shirt, which was the easiest target to shoot.

"My friend, it's convenient, Hua Wan, the magistrate of County S in City S..." Before Yahui could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a smoker in front of the road.

"The man in white is Hua Wan's son, right?" The voice was indifferent, with an air of certainty.

Wan Sijun understood that the other party was coming for him, and he was obviously sure that he could clean up his group. He felt a strong breath of death.There is only one dead end to rush in. Just as he was about to answer, the person who walked in the front proudly replied, "It's Uncle Hua's son."

Wan Sijun finished speaking, "Dive into the water!"

He yelled and turned around without hesitation and jumped off the cliff. Many people were dumbfounded and did not react.Immediately afterwards, a burst of gunfire rang out in the empty mountains...

The drivers of the six off-road vehicles who were responding at the foot of the mountain heard the gunshots and rushed to the rescue, only to see eleven dead bodies.

Hua Wan was eagerly waiting to be reunited with his son in the hospital, but he didn't expect to wait for the news that all the attendants had died and his son was missing.Thinking about the viciousness of the killer, the son was afraid that it would be more dangerous than good. He felt a nausea and sweetness in his throat, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and a black man in both eyes fell to the ground, and immediately entered the emergency room.

Wan Sijun woke up on a bare bamboo bed, feeling sore all over, got up and checked himself, only a few scratches were not serious.He lamented that he was blessed with a narrow escape, and blamed himself for being eager to see his father and carelessly putting himself in a dangerous situation.Now that I am unfamiliar with the place of life in country M and have no money, what should I do next?Going to find my father now is tantamount to throwing myself into a trap. It is impossible to call back to the country to find rescue.

He decided to settle down first before making further plans. There was no better way.

There was a low, piercing coughing sound from the next door, and there was a sick person in the room.This is a poor family, and the house is very dilapidated.He came to the door of the next room and was about to knock on the door frame to say hello. He saw the thin old man on the bed swallowing pills in pain, and the girl next to him helped the old man hold the water bowl and choked up words he couldn't understand.He walked away silently.No one wants others to see him in a state of embarrassment.

He leaned against the door quietly admiring the scenery of the small mountain village under the setting sun...

"You have a high fever, I gave you antipyretics, and slept for a day, how do you feel now?" Soon the girl's voice sounded from behind.

The girl spoke the dialect of country Z, and he didn't find it strange at all. He knew that most people in the border area between country M and country Z could speak the dialect of country Z.

He hastily turned around and bowed solemnly to the girl: "Thank you benefactor for saving my life, the fever has subsided now." No wonder he was sore all over, it turned out that he had a fever.

"Don't don't don't." The girl hurriedly returned the salute, her face flushed, but fortunately her dark skin was not so obvious, "My second brother found you and brought you back when he was taking a bath by the river last night." She had never seen such a handsome and gentle man before. Polite boy.

"Thank you second brother later, you are all my saviors." He glanced into the house, the old man's door had been closed, but he still asked: "The old man in the house looks very weak, can I go and help him?" How about saying hello?"

"Thank you for your kindness. My dad doesn't want to see outsiders since he was sick in bed." The girl changed the subject and said, "You haven't eaten all day, so I'll go cook."

"I'll help." Wan Sijun said.

The two introduced themselves to each other while cooking.Although Wan Sijun was not proficient at cooking fires and choosing dishes, he did it very seriously, without any pretentiousness, and quickly shortened the distance between the two of them.

After the meal was ready, Wan Sijun only drank some porridge to pad his stomach, sat on the threshold and chatted with the girl Yang Jin'e, and waited for her second brother Yang Jin'an to come home for dinner.

When the two chatted about their relatives, Wan Sijun didn't want to talk too much, but Yang Jin'e opened up the chatter box and let him know the suffering behind this family of three.

"I often dream of my mother and elder brother at night. My mother passed away at the beginning of this year, followed by my elder brother who died in a car accident on the way to work. After my elder brother died, debt collectors came to my door one after another. I was almost dragged away to pay the debt with flesh. Fortunately, the second brother, who had been a soldier for many years, rushed back, so the family did not break up. My father has lung cancer and can only live on painkillers. He won't live long, and he will be reunited with his mother and elder brother soon." Yang Jin'e said Tears were shed.

"Don't cry, everything will be fine..." Wan Sijun touched her body and found that there was no tissue, so she hurriedly wiped her tears with her fingers and comforted herself.

"Sorry, I lost my composure." Yang Jin'e hurriedly avoided his hand, wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and continued, "You know what? I'm crying, not because of the death of my mother and elder brother, nor about my father's imminent death." I am not long in the world, but I am afraid that I will suddenly receive the news that I will go to collect the body of the second brother. Every meal for the second brother has meat, I am afraid that it will be the last meal of the second brother; every day I send the second brother out, Looking at his back going away, I was afraid that it was a farewell before death. I live in torment every day."

"What kind of work does the second brother do?" Wan Sijun asked.

"He fights black boxing. He fights black boxing in order to repay the usury. There was a big man in the village who had learned boxing and kicking and was beaten to death in the ring last month. He was the one who introduced my second brother..." Jin E choked with tears I couldn't make a sound, I just kept wiping away my tears.

Wan Sijun sympathized with this family, and a thought arose in his heart.