On the Possibility of Finding Success in Online Dating

Everything happened so suddenly, Zheng Xiyao couldn't react in time, and watched helplessly as the fist hit him.

"Mo Wenchuan!"

Suddenly there was loud drinking around him, Zheng Xiyao slowly opened his eyes, a familiar person was held by Yu Qi's wrist, his fist might not even be 10cm away from him, it was considered a close call, but it really made Zheng Xiyao feel trapped It was the man's red eye sockets that caught his throat.

Yu Qi gritted his teeth, and the hand holding Mo Wenchuan was trembling slightly.

"What are you crazy about?"

"Why am I crazy?" Mo Wenchuan murmured, his voice lowered a little bit, and he was no longer aggressive, but his eyes were still terrifying, staring at Zheng Xiyao, "Are you satisfied?"

Zheng Xiyao suddenly "thumped" in his heart, and bad premonition crazily occupied all his thoughts.

"……what?"

he heard himself asking.

"My brother is dead." Mo Wenchuan said, looking at Zheng Xiyao's eyes, he wanted to cut him into pieces, "My brother, Mo Tian, ​​is dead! Car accident! Car accident! If he doesn't come to see this woman, if you Do not tell……"

"Enough." Yu Qi interrupted Mo Wenchuan, standing between the two of them, staring straight into Mo Wenchuan's eyes, "He didn't even know the time of the operation, I told Mo Tian. And... ...I hope you can take back that sentence, that is Mo Tian's biological mother, she failed the operation, Mo Tian should see her for the last time."

Mo Wenchuan opened his mouth, then clenched his teeth, and a weird laugh came out of his throat.

"Are you protecting him? Your little..."

Yu Qi interrupted him again, without saying a word, he went straight to grab Mo Wenchuan's face, and even pushed him against the opposite wall.Yu Qi was tall, and looked down on Mo Wenchuan with an indescribable sense of oppression. Even Zheng Xiyao, who was standing behind Yu Qi, didn't dare to approach him at that moment.

"I'll just say it once, listen carefully." Yu Qi's ending sound was no longer rising, and the warm brother next door changed his aura in the blink of an eye, "I express sympathy and regret for your brother, but I don't think so. What did I do wrong? He came to see his biological mother for the last time. This is what he should do as a son. I think the one who should say sorry should be your twisted family members? Will it happen?"

Mo Wenchuan trembled all over, was dazzled by remorse and anger, and was drenched in a basin of cold water so that his pores were terrified from head to toe.A few hours ago, just a few hours before the younger brother's accident, the locked up younger brother was in his father's study, and his father refused to see his mother's request, and his head was smashed by an ashtray.Then he tumbled down from the second floor, racing against the clock to miss the roaring truck.

What did he do as a brother?He didn't stop his father, and ignored his younger brother's request because he was afraid of his father's anger.He has worked hard for more than ten years to get closer to their brothers, and this opportunity finally came. The estranged brother finally asked him for help, but he ignored his brother's request.

He said he would be the best brother, but what did he do?

"I..." Mo Wenchuan closed his eyes in pain, tears slid down his cheeks and wet Yu Qi's palm, "I'm sorry for him... I can open his door or send him here The hospital...I could have...could have brought us closer..."

Yu Qi let go of his hand, but Mo Wenchuan seemed to lose his strength all of a sudden, and fell to the ground along the wall, clutching his hair decadently, buried his face in his palm, and sobbed helplessly in pain.

Zheng Xiyao looked at him, feeling a sharp pain in his heart, but he couldn't say anything.

……

He remembered that it was also a rainy day, and he saw a little boy jumping down from the second floor without fear.He caught the little boy, and because of the impact on the second floor, he fell to the ground. The little boy fell on his chest, and his ribs hurt for a long time. The doctor said that if the impact was stronger, his ribs might be broken.

The little boy was very guilty of him. He sat down on the stool with his head down, twitched his hands and fingers together, and said "I'm sorry" timidly.

He said nothing, and then asked him why he jumped off the building.

The little boy pursed his lips, with resistance written all over his body.

He didn't force the little boy any more, he just felt that the babysitter's child made a mistake and inadvertently angered his father, who looked like a dictatorship, and was fined and locked up in a small black room.

He took the little boy to eat at KFC, a place where he never thought it was delicious, but the little boy enjoyed it.The salad dressing I ate smeared my mouth, and the ketchup fell on my clothes because it was too much.

The little boy showed a rare smile, and stretched out his oily hand to pass him a piece of fried chicken drumstick, saying it was delicious and asking him to try it.His father never allowed him to eat this kind of junk food, and it was the first time for him to eat it. It was spicy and not that delicious, but he was happy to eat it, and even snatched the last French fries from the little boy to tease him.

He didn't want to go back to that cold home, so he lied that he was still working out of town and stayed in the hotel for a week.During this week, he took the little boy out to play every day, went to the playground, and accompanied him on rides that he could only see before.I have been to the swimming pool and overcame my psychological shadow with a little boy who is afraid of water.I also went to the mall, took him to buy new clothes, went to the ice cream shop, and ate food that I had never eaten before.

Later they met at home.

The mother said that the little boy was an evil son, born secretly by his father and a woman in her early 20s.He also said that her father wanted the woman to kill her, and she gave birth on her own, thinking that this would take away her mother's position, but she didn't expect that even in this way, she failed to win a position, and she was still a shameless mistress , no marriage certificate, no wedding, not even a commitment.

He felt that this woman was actually quite powerful. There were so many women outside his father, and this was the only one who gave birth to a child.

That woman wants to steal the mother's position, logically speaking, he should hate the illegitimate son, reject him together with his mother, and find a way to drive him out of the house.

This thought was shaken when he saw the hateful and regretful eyes of the little boy.

He started to curry favor with the little boy who no longer smiled at him, and tried to shorten the distance between them with the things that the little boy once liked. He bought him new clothes, KFC, and everything he used to like, but The result was either cut into pieces or trampled to pieces.

The father imprisoned the little boy's mind, instilled in him countless thoughts like "your mother is a bitch, a shameless bitch", and constantly stimulated him with the word "illegitimate child", making him hate his own birth , also hated the mother who gave birth to him.

The little boy tried to commit suicide. He tried to cut his wrists, tried to hang himself, swallowed sleeping pills, and jumped off a building, but he was never successful. Every time he was discovered by the nanny, and every time he was severely beaten by his father.

He caught the little boy when he jumped off the building for the fifth time. This time, no nanny found and stopped him, and his ribs were indeed broken.Waking up on the hospital bed and looking at the little boy pursing his lips, he suddenly felt that time had passed to that day six years ago, but the little boy had grown up.

Their relationship has been eased. The little boy accepted his approach and flattery, but he still couldn't smile at him, and it was ugly to force a smile. He was a little disappointed, but felt that this was a great improvement.

When did it start to change?

Yes, from when he stumbled into the bathroom and saw the little boy taking a shower.

He found shamefully that he actually had sex/impulse towards his half-brother, he felt shameful, pathetic, and hateful, he liked his brother who was related by blood, he was not a thing.

He started looking for a boyfriend, he avoided his heart, trying to numb himself in this way.

But he never thought that he would be seen by the little boy. The disgust and hatred in the little boy's eyes was like a death sentence, sending him from here to the eighteenth level of hell.

He could no longer close the distance between them, he could only watch the little boy get further and further away from himself, until he saw a diary blown away by the wind in the empty room.

It says "Why did you give birth to me?", writes "I want to die", writes "I hate him, I want to kill him", writes "I dreamed about my mother, but I don't remember what she looks like anymore ", write "I met a brother, he is very good", write "How can he be the son of that man?", write "I dreamed about my half brother, what we are doing should not be two men write "I like him", write "I feel like I'm a joke", write "I feel disgusted when I think he touched my hand before touching someone else", write "The man said I was a pervert, said I Not fit to live in this world...maybe", write "Mom, I'm coming to you".

He wants to die.

At the end of the diary, he wrote "If the operation is successful, I will take you to another place. I will accompany you through the last two years. If the operation fails, Mom, don't be afraid, I will accompany you."

He wanted to die, how could he want to die...

There are very few things that belong to the little boy. Except for the textbooks and papers with names written on them, there are not many things in the whole house that belong to the little boy.

He opened the closet, and unexpectedly found that all the clothes in the closet were neatly folded underneath, only a suit of clothes from his childhood was hung up.

There was a red stain on the neckline of the dress.

It was the clothes they wore when they first met.

He hugged the small clothes, his whole body was weak, and he knelt on the ground, his waist bent more and more.Finally, the moment his forehead touched the floor, he burst into tears.

……

Zheng Xiyao remembered that the day of his stepmother's funeral was a rainy day.

He’s wearing an ill-fitting black suit and stands at the front of the crowd with Soo-jung.There were many people who came to the funeral, including directors, actors, various celebrities, and several bosses. Zheng Xiyao didn't know any of them, and he didn't want to get to know them. After the funeral, he tore off his tie and threw it on the ground. Walk.

Song Rong stopped him, and the two of them had a fight in the wet mud, their noses and faces were swollen, their heads were bleeding, and they were still cursing each other when they were pulled away.

Cursing and cursing, Song Rong suddenly burst into tears, broke free from the person holding him, dragged Zheng Xiyao by the collar and rode on him, and punched Zheng Xiyao in the face one after another.

Zheng Xiyao didn't remember what she scolded, but she only remembered that Song Rong cried very hard that day, and he also cried very hard. He cried hoarsely in Dr. Liu's arms and hurt his cornea.

Talking about the past again, both of them were in a bad mood.

But it was the first time they had such a calm conversation. Song Rong didn't know where to buy the wine. Zheng Xiyao refused twice and then didn't refuse again. He drank with Song Rong one by one.

Song Rong said that his mother was his last relative.His mother and Song Rong's father were originally a couple. At that time, Ms. Song was well-known in the film and television industry, while Song Rong's father was just a self-made small boss who encountered difficulties in the company. Under the persecution of her family, she married someone else while she was pregnant.

People everywhere on the Internet said that Ms. Song was pregnant out of wedlock, but Ms. Song and her family insisted that the child was theirs.Her husband didn't believe it, so he did DNA secretly. After getting the result, he extorted three-quarters of Ms. Song's assets and divorced Ms. Song.

Song Rong said that he actually liked Zheng Xiyao's father, he was really kind, he was kind to his mother, and he was kind to him.His mother wanted a stable life and proposed to live with Zheng Xiyao's father. Zheng Xiyao's father agreed and gave his mother a dreamed home for a long time.

Song Rong didn't know when her mother's thoughts became distorted, since she made a phone call, something was wrong.Song Rong still doesn't know what the content of the call is, but he knows that his mother has been very concerned about the awards since then, and wants him to win as many trophies as possible.

Then there was the persecution of Zheng Xiyao.

A 9 or 10-year-old child already has a general understanding of right and wrong. When he first took Zheng Xiyao’s speech, he rejected his mother. That was the only time he rejected his mother and the only time he was beaten by his mother. hand.

After that, he didn't dare to resist his mother, even if he wanted to save his younger brother and prevent his mother from taking the kitchen knife.

"I'm a coward, a waste!" Song Rong stuck his tongue out and put the wine glass on the table forcefully, "If I had known my mother was mentally insane...fuck! Zhou Luli was right, I'm a fucking waste!"

"Zheng Xiyao!" Song Rong suddenly took half a bottle of liquor left, and stretched out his hand to Zheng Xiyao, "I, Song Rong, I'm sorry for you, I'm a bastard! I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry for you!"

Zheng Xiyao was drunk and confused. In fact, he couldn't hear what his step brother said, but the words "I'm sorry for you" floated into his ears, the kind that couldn't be refused.

I actually don’t care anymore, Zheng Xiyao thought vaguely, I don’t care anymore, my father said I have to be sensible, and my father often praises me for being sensible, so I can’t cry or make trouble, and I can’t bear grudges against others, and I can’t hold on to the past .

But I am sad, Zheng Xiyao is lying on the table, tears are silently flowing down the face and wet the temples, but I am sad, I don't want to be sensible, I want to cry, I want to cry like other children to keep the parents who have gone away , I don't want to let go of the past, I don't want to forget the wounds left on my body.

Dizzy, Zheng Xiyao half-opened his eyes, and saw a good-looking man hugging him in a daze, and he heard him say, "Why did you drink so much?".

He is so warm, Zheng Xiyao thought, hugging his neck and rubbing back and forth between his neck, kissing and nibbling on his exposed skin.

"Yu Qi..." he heard himself calling him, "Yu Qi, Yu Qi, Yu Qi...you are so warm...so...I like you so much...can you...can you not go...don't go ……do not leave me……"

He felt something warm and soft on his forehead, and on his eyes that were red and swollen from crying.

"Don't go." He said, "I will be with you all my life."