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Fang Shaoyang was beaten by him and stood there, his whole body was sharp like a blade, but he was naked.

He Qiao left without looking back.

There was silence at first, and then there was a loud noise after a while.Several tables were overturned, chairs were kicked down, computers and wireless phones were smashed to pieces.The people around were persuaded by Radella, and the roar and scolding could be heard from a long distance away.

A thin figure was reflected on the elevator door.

Realizing that his slapped right hand was shaking slightly, He Qiao closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and silently clenched his hand.

"If you don't press the elevator, you will have to wait for a long time."

Suddenly, leisurely footsteps came from beside him.Someone reached out to press the button for him, and then snapped his fingers next to his ear, with a playful tone: "Be careful that he chases you."

He Qiao narrowed his eyes.

"But just don't worry, with me, the new chairman, I'll see who dares to make things difficult for you in Rongxin's territory. After all, you've been really kind this time, not to mention rebellion, and you even slapped him in front of everyone. A slap in the face..."

Fang Huaiye smiled sonorously and forcefully.

"Snapped!"

He imitated the sound of a slap with his mouth, and the triumphant look of the winner ran out from every line on his face, forcing He Qiao to watch.

"Tell me, what do you want, shares? Stores?"

"Does Uncle Fang know that you speak so loudly?" He Qiao looked at him quietly.

"If you know what to do, so what if you don't know. I have the final say on Rong Xin now, and he can't veto my proposal."

He Qiao's eyebrows and eyes were set off by the cold light, adding a bit of coolness.

Just in time the elevator arrived.

"Excuse me."

Fang Huaiye bent his back and bowed, smiled and made a gesture of congratulations, "Mr. He, go slowly."

Entering the elevator, the door was closed tightly, and finally got a moment of peace.

He struggled to prop himself up on the armrest, buried his head deeply, but the light shining from the top of his head was unavoidable, stinging his tired eyes.

The shoulders finally collapsed.

Shouldn't you feel happy?Why not at all.Seeing Fang Shaoyang's painful and angry reaction, and seeing him miss what he wanted, why did I not feel the pleasure of revenge in my heart, but felt that everything was so sad, even Fang Huaiye's villainous attitude just now, did not Make your choices look like a joke.

This is the person you helped...

He Qiao, this is the person you helped.

He tried to convince himself and comfort himself with certain words, but his mind was like a rusty bearing, unable to turn.

Acquaintance, familiarity, separation, reunion.The once close lovers finally turned against each other and divided into camps, using the most vicious words to revenge each other.

If I knew this earlier, why did I meet...

When he got home, he had a severe headache and fell asleep with his clothes on as soon as he reached the bedroom.

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At eleven o'clock in the evening, Stone Mountain Cemetery.

The lonely mountain at night is cold and gloomy, with no people and no light, only the cool rustling of the wind passing through the leaves.The on-duty administrator was patrolling with a powerful flashlight, and when he flicked the light, he saw a tall figure walking muddily from the bottom of the stairs.

"Who, what are you doing here so late?" He spoke louder, both to intimidate and to embolden himself.

The people who came turned a deaf ear to it, and walked closer and closer with heavy and tired steps, as if there was a weight on their feet.The administrator took a breath of true anger and waited for it, but before he got close, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

Good guy, where is the drunk.

"Hey, hey! Wake up, this is a cemetery, not a bar, let alone an Internet cafe, where are you going back and forth, hurry up and hear?"

Unexpectedly, the drunk man ignored him, pushed him away and walked straight to the west area of ​​the cemetery.It was just such a wrong body, and he found that this person was actually wearing a suit, his leather shoes were well polished, and he was wearing a large shiny steel watch on his left hand.

I have worked in this kind of place for a long time, and I have seen many strange things, but there are not many rich people who visit graves in the middle of the night.Look at this decadent posture, do you mourn yourself or others?

"Okay, if you have to go up the mountain, go up. If you fall to your death, don't blame me for not reminding you." After kindly showing him the way, the administrator didn't bother to talk to him, yawned and went elsewhere.

The mountain wind is bitter.

This is the second time Fang Shaoyang has come to see his mother since returning to China.The word mother was too extravagant for him, he never mentioned it when he was sober, and only dared to think about it when he was drunk.

The road below the mountain was lined with a little high light, and the cars whizzed by one after another, rushing towards home.On the mountain, Fang Shaoyang hunched slightly, dragging his shadow and walking in a daze, like a lonely ghost.

Climbing while drunk will lead to hypoxia.Finding the locust tree along the road he had come once, he held his hands, bent down and gasped violently.After a while, he straightened up again, and stumbled towards the monument.

Shao Ningzhu's tomb is located in an extremely remote location, with its back against the mountain wall, and there are no "neighbors" around it, only weeds that have not been removed in time.There were very few people who came to see her in the past year, and they could be counted on one hand. The last time... the last time was He Qiao.

When Fang Shaoyang walked to the tomb, his eyes were blurry.

He knelt down on the ground with a plop, leaned over and swept away the dead leaves and dust on the stele, and then his mother's kind face was revealed.Staring at the bloodshot eyes, he looked at it several times and finally confirmed that this was the place where his mother died.

"mom……"

In this kind of place, the hoarse voice was squeezed and deformed by the boundless darkness, as hard as a rock.Intense emotions suffocated in the body like magma, hot and scalding, as if it would explode in the next second.

"mom."

He called again.The weight of my body was on my knees, and I tried to straighten my back, but I couldn't do it no matter what, and I was stumbling around.

But his mind is perfectly clear.

He knelt on the cold marble, his eyes brightened, as if he saw hell when he opened his eyes.

"Son misses you." Lips were purple, trembling, but teeth clenched, "I miss you every day..."

He spoke slowly, with great effort for each word.

"Why did you leave in the first place, why did you leave me alone... Do you know that after you left, no one loves me anymore..."

Raising his red eyes, he stared at his mother in a puzzled manner. The damp and cold air covered his skin, and his body trembled from the great grief he endured.

"Mom...I really..." He looked at his mother, as if looking at all the people who condemned him, "Am I really that bad? I, should I die? They all... all want me to die, Dad , Big brother, now even He Qiao..."

Hot tears fell drop by drop, and the photo was wet, as if Shao Ningzhu also cried.

"Mom, I miss you so much..."

Only the mother will tolerate everything about the child, regardless of right and wrong, and always stand by the child's side.

But mother, why are you leaving?Why are you so stingy to leave a word?

He collapsed, lying on his back on his mother's tombstone, unaware that the marble was icy cold.Open your mouth and breathe heavily, every mouthful of cold air will make your internal organs tremble.

Everyone is looking forward to his death, and everyone hopes that he can disappear forever.All the people he valued, those he cared about, and those who were related to him by blood, they all hoped to crush him to ashes with their own hands.

But does he deserve it?

He has made many mistakes, but he has also treated others sincerely, and he has had countless kind thoughts.He once hated his father, but he also fantasized about father's kindness and son's filial piety. He once wanted to destroy Rongxin, but he also fantasized about fighting for it. He once used He Qiao, but he also fantasized about being with him for the rest of his life.

Fang Shaoyang feels that he is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who is not guilty of death.The pusher of fate pushed him, a poor boy, from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, changed his face, and struggled.Everything was changing, but the only kindness left in his heart was still there, it was for his mother, for He Qiao, and even more for himself.

A gust of wind suddenly blew through the cemetery, but he still didn't move, lying quietly, staring at the dark sky above his head.

After a long time, his whole body was completely frozen, so he took out his mobile phone and called He Qiao.

again and again.

Nowhere.

"He Qiao, answer the phone..."

"Answer the phone..."

"I let you answer the phone!"

The mobile phone was smashed on the tombstone, and he pressed his eyes with the heel of his palm, and there was no sound when he was in extreme pain.

Dizzy dizzy head replays past events like a revolving lantern, happy, uncomfortable, together, not together.Because of repeated memories and dreams in the past year, many pictures have become blurred like patterns on a pen rubbed too many times.

Only the phrase "May the world always follow your heart", one stroke, one swipe, one stroke, engraved in his heart, the wind and rain, and a thousand tempers, witnessed his indifference, and also witnessed his love for He Qiao. Emotions take root, sprout, until towering.