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He should break down.

He is going crazy.

Mingming once promised grandma, and in the future, she will look at the face of her old man who has worked so hard to bring him up, and be more patient and caring for this father who has been missing for many years and then suddenly appeared. He has indeed been doing this until today. His limits were broken by a plain sofa cushion, and he finally lost control.

The vase was a low-quality product found in the 2 yuan market. It was very light, but it was porcelain after all. When it was smashed down like this, his biological father Ji Xiaochun immediately bled.

Then there was a brawl followed by a rage.

Ji Xiaochun has been fooling around outside for a long time, and he also has some self-protection fists and kicks. Even though he was afraid of Ji Yang before and did not dare to do anything to him, now because of drunkenness, coupled with the resentment and anger that has accumulated for a long time recently, he is strong. With a lot of courage, he got up and threw himself on Ji Yang with the blood on his forehead and started to fight.

Chaos swept through the living room.

Starting from a sofa cushion, everything in sight was almost destroyed by violence.

Ji Xiaochun threw a chair on Ji Yang's body. Ji Yang originally wanted to block it with his arms, but in the end, he turned around and caught the blow with his back.

The man's roar was so loud that it could be heard outside the door: "You just want me to die!"

Then, he pressed Ji Yang against the wall, and said viciously: "Why didn't Yao Xiaohua take you away when he died! Why are you still living in this world? Huh? What are you doing!"

Because of being suppressed, Ji Yang made a bellows-like "ho ho" sound from his throat. When he heard Ji Xiaochun say this, he almost immediately showed an expression of extreme anger, and yelled to break Ji Xiaochun away.

All the calm was broken at once, revealing the roaring and roaring huge waves underneath, like a tsunami, when the sky exploded and the earth shattered.

"You are not allowed to mention her name! You are the one to die! You are the one to die!"

Ji Yang gasped violently with red eyes, and grabbed Ji Xiaochun's neck with both hands, until Ji Xiaochun grabbed something and smashed it down again, then he let go under the pain.

The two wrestled together, and soon, Ji Yang threw Ji Xiaochun down again like crazy, and began to punch and punch the man while sitting on the man's body.

"How dare you mention her name!"

"You don't deserve to live!"

"You do not deserve!"

Ji Yang's grandmother is Yao Xiaohua, who used to be a young girl who grew up in a valley. She was deceived by a so-called man from her hometown to a strange city on the grounds of making money, and she was soon abandoned because she was pregnant.

She struggled to give birth to a child by herself, and became a lonely single mother with low education, so she gave the child a name similar to her own.

Xiaochun means spring full of hope.

It's a pity that Ji Xiaochun didn't become a good boy who brought hope as she imagined. He was lazy and had a bad character. He was with gangsters since he was a child, fighting outside, stealing money, gambling, and he dared to do anything. , Entering the correctional school is a common occurrence, and later, even a female student from a third-rate normal school was bloated.

The female student finally gave birth to Ji Yang, asked Yao Xiaohua for a sum of money, left the child and ran away.

Ji Xiaochun ransacked Yao Xiaohua's savings, lied that he was going out to work to earn money, and ran away.

Only Yao Xiaohua, who was getting old and lonely, was left, holding the baby who smiled sweetly at her, and silently wiped tears in the leaky group rented house.

In the blink of an eye, 18 years have passed, Yao Xiaohua is running out of time in the hospital, and Ji Xiaochun, who has not heard from him for many years, appears slowly, kneeling in front of the old man and crying that his son is late.

As soon as Yao Xiaohua died, he immediately swept away the old man's belongings again. At the same time, he showed the style of "Lao Tzu" in front of Ji Yang, and ordered Ji Yang to make money for him.

Later Ji Yang broke Ji Xiaochun's leg.

But for Yao Xiaohua's dying words, Ji Yang also paid off Ji Xiaochun's medical expenses and the gambling money he owed.

Since then, Ji Xiaochun has become the inseparable shadow of Ji Yang's life. Anyway, life has no meaning and purpose, so he regards Ji Xiaochun as a useless dog raised by himself. As long as he doesn't step on his bottom line, He accepted all of Ji Xiaochun's demands over the past few years.

Only the existence of Ji Xiaochun can make him feel that he is not alone in this world, and the connection between the blood still exists, as if his grandma never left.

——Ji Yang's little remaining sanity finally stopped himself before he completely lost control.

Ji Xiaochun had already been beaten so weakly by him that he could only "hum" in pain at this moment. Ji Yang fell from Ji Xiaochun's body and lay beside him panting. The ceiling above his head kept spinning. He touched himself. With a sore neck, he coughed forcefully after realizing it.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

There was a silent smile on the corner of Ji Yang's mouth, thinking that there are so many people looking for him today.

He got up in a daze, and when he opened the door, the two men in uniforms outside the door looked very serious: "Hello! We are the policemen from the South Street Police Station. We received a report that there is a violent conflict here..."

Ji Yang raised his eyes and looked over the police officer's shoulders. He saw a few people with familiar faces standing in the corridor. They just looked at each other, and those people showed dodging expressions, as if they were afraid of him.

Oh... They were fighting so loudly that a neighbor called the police.

Ji Yang thought dully, and he didn't bother to listen to what the police said behind him, but silently stepped aside so that the police could come in.

Ji Xiaochun inside must have heard the noise, and he didn't care that he was a regular visitor to the police station. He got up and rushed to the door, shouting loudly as he rushed: "Officer, save me! My son is going to kill me, save me quickly! "

Judging from the appearance alone, Ji Xiaochun's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and there was a gash a few centimeters on his head, and his forehead was covered with blood. He looked like a victim, and it was shocking at first glance.

The policeman's expression changed immediately, one person supported Ji Xiaochun, and the other stepped forward to control Ji Yang, with a businesslike and cold expression on his expression: "Due to the current situation, I have to trouble you to come with us now."

Ji Yang didn't care, took the key and left with others.

Sitting in the police car, Ji Yang supported his neck with his hands, staring at the world outside the window in a daze.

City H is so prosperous, full of traffic and crowds, the high-rise buildings are crowded with people of all colors with lively expressions and well-dressed clothes. This place is open, inclusive, and full of life. It is an ideal holy place for countless dream-seeking young people.

But he was out of place and could not find a place to live.

Ji Xiaochun made a fuss all the way, yelling that it hurts here and there, pointing at Ji Yang and cursing for a few blocks, and then shouting that this is intentional injury and murder, and asked the police to arrest Ji Yang immediately and put him in jail.

No matter how serious his injuries looked, the smell of alcohol and his open mouth, it was difficult for the police to have any patience with him, so they only told him to be quiet first, and go to the hospital to treat the wound.

Ji Xiaochun clutched his forehead and was not convinced: "Then I'm going to go for an injury test! I'm seriously injured! My son beat me seriously!"

The policeman sighed, glanced at the young man who was always quiet, and stopped talking.

The group soon arrived at the hospital.

Police cars and uniforms made them stand out, especially Ji Xiaochun, who was shouting all the way. On the road from the parking lot to the outpatient building of the hospital, almost all passers-by would look back at them.

Ji Xiaochun: "Look quickly! I was beaten like this by my son. He is going to kill me! Kill me!"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd.

Jing Muye had just parked the car when he heard the man calling.

A while ago, Jian Yangyang ate and drank, had an uncomfortable stomach and kept procrastinating, which eventually led to more and more serious enteritis, and was forced by the people from the base to stay in the hospital for a week.

Now that Jian Yangyang has almost recovered, and the hospital issued a discharge notice, Xu Wei called Wen Zhili to pick him up and leave the hospital with him.

"What's the sound? Someone is making trouble in the hospital?"

Xu Wei was the first to get out of the car, glanced at the source of the sound, and came to a conclusion: "Oh, the police are still fighting those who fight and make trouble."

Wen Zhili was originally sitting in the co-pilot, but after hearing this, he looked over from the car, showing a sad expression: "It seems that the injury is quite serious."

"No."

Xu Wei "tsk", "Listen to that person calling, they are still father and son? Huh... this blood on the forehead, what a hatred."

Jing Muye was the last to get out of the car, and slammed the door shut with a "bang", he didn't have any intention of gossip, he just responded lazily: "Didn't you call other people's heads every day when you got angry, and you didn't see any deep hatred with others. "

"Can I do the same?"

Xu Wei cursed and said, "The game was played so badly, I don't call him or anyone."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand again, looking like a big brother: "Let's go, let's take Yangyang out of the hospital now, and book a place at noon to cleanse him of his bad luck. When he returns to the base, he will be a good man again!"

Jing Muye twitched the corners of his mouth: "You are not afraid of eating people into the hospital again."

"Hiss." Wen Zhili immediately patted Jing Muye, "What are you talking about, you are the one who curses like this?"

But that being said, there was still a smile on his face.

Jing Muye was noncommittal about this, and walked slowly at the end with his pockets on his hands.

The inpatient department was behind the outpatient building, and they passed by the road on the right side of the outpatient clinic. When they were about to turn the corner, Jing Muye turned around and glanced at the noisy place.

A familiar figure from the back that made him uneasy recently flashed past his retina.

Jing Muye was startled, suspecting that he had misread it.

The author has something to say:

Wuwuwuwu, the more I write, the more I feel sorry for my baby Ji Yang.

Fly away in pain~

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!