bastard

Just after the New Year's Eve, He Liren saw an urgent report in the newspaper early in the morning.

Qu Guoliang, the new chief of the police station who took office less than half a year, was randomly shot and killed beside the car on his way to work, and three of the four bodyguards were killed.

Almost everyone on the lease guessed who did it, but no one dared to investigate further.It was the chief of the police station who died, and no one in the bureau was in charge of the overall situation. After a while of chaos, the matter disappeared.

Half a month later, the newly appointed Director Zhao pretended to arrest a group of local hooligans, and finally shot two disobedient ones.

He Liren smiled and asked someone to send a 5 yuan red envelope to Wang Yaqiao, and the anger that had been pent up in his heart for more than a month finally came out.

That night Zhu Nanjiang and He Tingxuan had a big fight at home, scaring the concubines of the He family into hiding in the house and not daring to come out.

The cause of the incident was that He Liren inadvertently learned that Wen Chengru did not accept the money he sent someone back then. When he went home and asked, he found out that the money was taken by the second child, who lost at the gambling table years ago. Cleaned up.

He Tingxuan's eldest brother was beaten by his father for a long time, and he couldn't bear it, so he turned around and vented his anger on Zhu Nanjiang, thinking that the third child "informed" and caused him to be punished.

Zhu Nanjiang did tell He Liren about the check, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with He Tingfan.The money was originally wanted by him, and his father asked, what else can he do besides telling the truth?

He Tingxuan didn't need a reason to make things difficult for Zhu Nanjiang. In other words, even if he didn't have money, he wouldn't be at peace.Therefore, Zhu Nanjiang lowered his eyebrows and pretended to be deaf and dumb as usual, and prepared to scream twice when the fist really fell on his body.

However, this time, for some reason, the other party's anger was particularly strong, and the scolding for a long time did not stop, and the words became more and more ugly.

"Rescue will be a waste of luck, it's better to die outside!"

"There are no arms or legs missing, ha, the bitch is hard!"

"That kid from the Wen family is also unlucky, with someone like you..."

"To shut up!"

Wen Changling's name pierced into Zhu Nanjiang's heart like a sharp knife, and the pain was so severe that he opened his mouth before he even realized it.

He Tingxuan was taken aback by this shout.Ever since he was a child, he has been beating and scolding the third child, and he has never encountered the slightest resistance, and he has never even thought about it.

A bastard that no one wants, it's good if you don't kill it, how dare you talk back?

After recovering from his senses, he felt that he had suffered a great humiliation. He picked up the ashtray on the coffee table and threw it at Zhu Nanjiang's face: "Who are you telling to shut up! Why don't you try to say something more?!"

Zhu Nanjiang took a step back to avoid the ashtray, but was immediately cooled by a pot of tea coming towards him.

Tea dregs blinded his eyes, and he staggered and fell to the foot of the sofa, fists and feet raining down.There is nowhere to hide.

"What's wrong with me scolding you? Did I say something wrong!? If you hadn't shamelessly gone to find that kid from the Wen family, would he be worthy of suffering with you?"

"Thanks to the quick action of the eldest brother, if you kill someone one step later, your crime will be serious!"

"What the hell, why isn't it you who is disabled!?"

"You want me to be disabled, you want me to die, then come on! Do it!" Zhu Nanjiang suddenly raised his leg and kicked He Tingxuan's knee, then turned over and counterattacked, "Kill me!"

He Tingxuan was knocked over on the edge of the coffee table, struggled for a long time but couldn't get up, touched a fruit knife in a panic and swung it above his head.

Zhu Nanjiang dodged back, and at the same time raised his forearm to cover, the blade slashed across the back of his hand and caused a little tingling pain.

The slender wound was not obvious at first, and it took five or six seconds for it to slowly ooze red.A bead of blood condensed intermittently, dripped down the fingers, and made two dark red circles on the wool carpet.

Zhu Nanjiang lowered his head and sniffed the wound, a faint sweet smell instantly filled his nostrils, as if the smell of despair in the warehouse that day.

Then he raised his head and flashed a wry smile.

It's not enough, it's not enough... It would be nice if it could be more popular.

He Tingxuan was really frightened this time, he dropped the knife and took two steps back, he felt his voice trembling along with his body.

"You...what are you laughing at?"

Zhu Nanjiang still smiled as if he couldn't hear the words.The tip of his nose was stained with blood from rubbing against the wound, which made his already pale face look bloodless, and the corners of his mouth were raised, showing a naive ferocity.

He Tingyan swallowed his saliva, and took two steps back, seeing the other party bend down slowly to pick up the fruit knife on the ground.

There were several exclamations in the living room, and the second aunt who came downstairs after hearing the news was so frightened that her face paled with fright, she covered her mouth and dared not breathe out.

A servant who reacted quickly ran to the study to call Mr. He, when the door opened, and He Tingyu appeared in the hallway wearing a cloak.

"elder brother!"

Seeing He Tingyu, He Tingxuan became active again as if emboldened, and came out from behind the sofa in two or three steps.

"Brother, if you don't come back, I will be stabbed to death by this evil obstacle!"

The latter did not answer, took off his military cap and handed it to the doorman, and walked through the hallway into the living room step by step in his long boots. The muddy heels left two strings of stains on the floor.

Zhu Nanjiang stood motionless on the spot, and only slowly raised his head when he was covered by shadows, the miserable smile just disappeared, and the rest was only dazed.

"Did you use the knife?" He Tingyu stood upright in front of him, just blocking the glazed light above his head.

"No……"

"Want to move?"

Zhu Nanjiang bit his lip, nodded and shook his head.

He Tingyu took away the fruit knife in his hand, and handed out a saber with a copper handle wrapped in cowhide from under the cloak.

"Come on, slash at me."

Zhu Nanjiang shivered, and immediately remembered the dream he had when he was a child. A man in a black cloak handed him a knife.

In the dream he didn't have time to reach out to pick it up, but in reality he did.

The three-foot-long steel saber was cold and heavy. Zhu Nanjiang held the handle with both hands, using a lot of strength to prevent the tip of the saber from falling to the ground.Looking forward along the blade, he saw He Tingyu's frosty face.

"Chop, don't you want to use a knife?"

"You bastard! Put it down!" Seeing that the situation was not good, He Tingxuan immediately raised his voice and yelled.

He Tingyu took a step forward, and put the front of his cloak against the tip of the knife: "What? Don't you dare?"

Zhu Nanjiang clearly felt himself trembling, from lips to knees, from shoulders to fingertips.

why……

Nobody wants to hit me, nobody can hurt me.The knife is in my hand, the extremely sharp knife can easily cut through the skin and penetrate into a person's chest, but I am still afraid... What am I afraid of?

The handle of the knife landed on the wool carpet with a dull sound, followed by intermittent, suppressed gasps.

He Tingyu bent down, picked up the saber and put it back under the cloak. When he turned around, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

Zhu Nanjiang was beaten to the side and lay flat on the ground, but his body stopped shaking.As if violence could be reassuring, he suddenly felt less frightened.

Two pieces of dark riding boots appeared in sight, and He Tingyu looked at him condescendingly, with nothing but contempt in his eyes.

"Useless things."

The author says:

Xiaozhu is starting to show signs of blackening!