Reason is still chaotic

Because of the urgent urging on the phone, Shen Jiali didn't dare to delay after getting off the train. He didn't even eat lunch, so he changed to a car and went straight to Duan Zhai.

This period of Muren is nominally performing the duties of mayor, but in fact his whereabouts are quite mysterious, and he often works at home.Shen Jiali hurried into the small courtyard under the guidance of the servant, and then walked into the room alone.Standing in front of Duan Muren in the cold, he lowered his hands and bowed slightly, calling in a low voice: "Uncle, I'm back."

Duan Muren was sitting on the chair in front of the fire, originally reading a newspaper, but now seeing him coming, he raised his eyes to look at him, while slowly folding the newspaper in his hand, and conveniently placed it on the small table beside him.

Shen Jiali noticed that his eyes were sharp and cold as a knife, so she felt timid, not knowing what went wrong with her, which caused the old man to make such a sinister expression.Just when he was uneasy, Duan Muren who was opposite stood up.

Duan Muren walked up to Shen Jiali and stopped, tall and domineering, he said in an old and rough voice: "Jiali, you are quite courageous!"

Shen Jiali didn't understand, so he looked up at him: "Uncle, I... what's wrong with me?"

Duan Muren sneered, and lifted Shen Jiali's chin with his fingers: "Just as you were allowed to go back to Tianjin for a good two days, you and Zhicheng hooked up again - and the fuck had to meet in the middle of the night. What? You just So you can't live without my son?"

When Shen Jiali heard this, he was ashamed and terrified, and immediately took a step back and shook his head loudly: "No, no! That's sincere and uninvited, and it has nothing to do with me."

Duan Muren followed him a step further, raised his hand and grabbed Shen Jiali's neckline, and he couldn't help but lift it up: "Oh, it seems that it's all about sincerity and baseness, you're now innocent, aren't you?" A sinister smile appeared on the screen: "Jiali, I have already said that Zhicheng's child is useless, only his family is good, and he can be regarded as his destination in the future. And you, if you don't eat a toast, you must brazenly seduce Zhicheng." , then don't blame me for being a cruel father!"

After the words were finished, he pushed Shen Jiali to the ground forcefully, then stepped forward without saying a word, raised his leg and kicked Shen Jiali hard, hitting the other person's chest.And Shen Jiali was caught off guard by such a blow, and immediately let out a scream.Duan Muren showed no mercy, stepped forward and kicked again, this time he heard a faint "click" sound, which actually broke his ribs!

Shen Jiali had never experienced such pain in his life, and now he was in such extreme pain that he couldn't even cry, he could only let out a strange and vague moan.The outstretched limbs twitched and curled up, and he felt suffocated in a trance.Struggling to look up at Duan Muren, he wanted to ask for help, but before he could make a sound, he coughed up a mouthful of bloody foam.

Director Shen has been unlucky this year. First, he failed to defend the train station, causing the southern general to almost die. Now he accidentally slipped and fell in Xi Gong's house, not only breaking his ribs, but also piercing his lungs. .Having said that, luckily the place where he was in distress was Xi Gong's house - the two are as close as father and son, presumably Director Shen will never complain and blame Xi Gong.

Before the new year, it was a good time to walk around, everyone planned to go to Shen's mansion to pay their respects to the old man, but seeing the current situation, they had to advance the date of the visit, and rushed to Xiehe Hospital to visit the injured.Logically speaking, broken ribs are not a serious injury, but Director Shen seems to be very unlucky, his lungs were infected, he has a high fever, he wakes up from time to time, and sometimes he can't even recognize people, it's really pitiful .After hearing the news, Xingfu Jiro and others also rushed to express condolences, and brought a box of family property senbei as a gift.

In addition, Shen Jiayi and his wife also came after hearing the news.Then Shen Jiayi couldn't help at all, he would just wander around in the ward, which made people feel upset.On the contrary, the second sister-in-law of the Shen family can still provide three delicious meals a day, but Shen Jiali suffers even while breathing, so how can she still have the appetite to taste delicious food?After a few days of such fuss, Shen Jiayi and his wife both retreated, leaving only Shen Zichun, a half-grown child, as a small servant.

Shen Jiali suffered a serious crime this time.

He didn't dare to think about the day he was injured, because it felt like a nightmare, and he had been forced to relive it many times after falling asleep at night.

On this day, Duan Muren came.

Shen Jiali was lying on his back on the hospital bed and couldn't move. Seeing him walk in, he was shocked.But at this moment, there was no one else in the room, and he didn't even have anyone to call for help.

With a breath stuck in his throat, he watched helplessly as the other party closed the door and walked to the bed.

Duan Muren's hands were ruthless, and Shen Jiali's injuries were almost all within his expectations.Bending down with his hands behind his back, he looked closely at Shen Jiali, and saw that the face in front of him was very pale and haggard, it was the face of a sickly beauty.

"How is your recovery these past few days?" He suddenly asked.

Shen Jiali couldn't bear this oppression and intimidation anymore.He closed his eyes and turned his head away, trying his best to avoid Duan Muren's gaze, and at the same time made a hoarse and trembling voice: "I...I quit...I'm going home...I don't want anything... "

Duan Muren stretched out a hand, and forcibly turned his face to face him: "I said I can send you to a prison to recuperate, do you believe it?"

Of course Shen Jiali believed it, so he trembled violently in extreme fear, and the sharp pain radiated from the wound, piercing into the limbs and bones.

"Let me go..." He closed his eyes, tears flowed out of breath, and repeated his begging like a raving: "Uncle, let me go..."

Duan Muren chuckled twice—a coward is a coward, and this Jiali's mind is fairly clever, but after all, he was born as a son, so he doesn't have any toughness, so he can't accomplish great things.

Of course, it is enough to use and play with it.

He bent down deeply, and gently bit Shen Jiali's face, chin, and lips with his teeth—not strong enough to leave tooth marks, but he did bite, gnawing down like a cannibal, with his tongue Roll over the smooth and clean skin of the other party.

Shen Jiali lay stiffly on his back on the bed, tightly grasping the sheet with both hands, closed his eyes tightly and let out sobs and groans.His breathing became heavy and stagnant, he coughed uncontrollably, causing severe pain in his chest, and blood gushed out from his nose and mouth.

Duan Muren got up as if nothing had happened and let him go, first went to press the electric bell at the bedside, and then wiped a little blood from his finger on Shen Jiali's forehead.

Shen Jiali's injury repeated several times.When he was finally discharged from the hospital, it was already the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of the year.

He was so thin that he was about to change his appearance, but unexpectedly he looked a little taller.The one who grew taller with him was Shen Zichun—this kid is not only tall, but also strong, and he pushed Third Uncle into a wheelchair and pushed him out of the hospital by himself.Shen Jiali leaned sickly in his nephew's arms, his body was destroyed, and his soul was also somewhat deteriorated, it was all damage.

The weather was still cold, after Shen Zichun carried him into the car, he carefully re-tied the scarf for him, and held his cold right hand again.Shen Jiali stared at the front dully, but the silhouette did not change, with a full forehead and a straight nose bridge, with lines that outlined the lips and chin; the skin was white and thin, and faint green blood vessels could be seen.

Shen Zichun knew that the third uncle must have fallen into such a serious injury for no reason, but Shen Jiali didn't tell him, so he couldn't ask endlessly.The third uncle has his own dark world full of ink and colors. If the third uncle does not let him enter, he cannot enter by himself.

Shen Jiali did not return to Tianjin, but continued to recuperate in his house in Beiping.He rarely mentions outside news and welcomes no visitors.He stays in the room sleepily every day, either lying down or sitting, Shen Zichun cannot be separated from his side.During Chinese New Year, when Shen Zichun occasionally went out to play for a while, Shen Jiali would be furious.And that punishment is often kneeling for a long time.

So Shen Zichun didn't go out, and followed the third uncle step by step all day long, without any complaints in his heart, he just hoped that the third uncle would get better soon.