Reborn you idiot

wedge

At this time, Zhang Weidong was very calm, unprecedentedly calm.

With sunglasses on his face, a decent formal suit, and polished leather shoes, he squatted on the green grass in front of the church and ate ice cream.Zhang Weidong ate small milk puddings, which used to only cost [-] cents a piece, but now the price has increased to [-] yuan, and the taste is still the same sweet and cloying.

He remembered that his childhood wish was to have endless puddings, which was so funny.

Also, if this wish can come true, he is willing to give half of all the puddings to his good brother, which is even more ridiculous.

He slowly ate and licked the ice cream, then stuck the ice cream stick straight on the grass, got up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked towards the church not far away.The bell rang, and flocks of white pigeons flapped their wings and flew high. The little popsicle stick behind him was like a monument of mourning.

The entrance of the church was besieged by reporters, and all guns and short cannons were already ready. If there were no accidents, the headlines of the entertainment section of tomorrow's newspaper would publish this grand wedding.

Zhang Weidong bypassed the reporter like a ghost, stepped into the church, and walked onto the red carpet covered with petals.A guest discovered him and let out an exclamation, and then more and more exclamations sounded, Zhang Weidong has become the focus, even stealing the limelight from the bride and groom.Zhang Weidong knew that in the eyes of others, he was a piece of mouse shit, and a romantic wedding was like a pot of porridge. He should not appear in this place, and no one would welcome him.

The protagonists of this wedding, one is a media tycoon, and the other is a silver screen girl, standing on the podium incomparably opposite each other.

Zhang Weidong glanced over the bride, and landed on the man next to him—the groom was wearing a snow-white suit and dress, with straight lines, a dignified face, clear and handsome eyebrows, and an elite look in his elegance.

With a human face and a beast heart, Zhang Weidong gave a comment from the bottom of his heart, took off his sunglasses, and grinned.

The groom's official surname is Xiao, and his surname is Jun, so he is also looking at Zhang Weidong at this time.

His face was expressionless, but there was a sea of ​​anger in his chest, and his eyes were extremely deep and complicated.

Zhang Weidong's attitude was calm and he didn't show any disrespectful behavior, but the bride's expression was disturbed, sometimes she looked like she had seen a ghost in broad daylight, and sometimes she showed the fierce appearance of a wolf protecting her cubs.But after all, she is a person who makes a living in front of the camera, and she can still maintain the demeanor she should have. She secretly gritted her teeth and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Otherwise, where should I be?" Zhang Weidong paused, and suddenly realized: "Oh, I should be in a drug rehabilitation center."

Xiao Jungu asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Zhang Weidong grinned and said, "Today is your big day, I'm just a brother in my life, how can I be absent?"

Xiao Jungu's voice became colder: "You really think so?"

At this time, a priest in a black robe and gold-rimmed glasses stepped onto the stage and reminded them that it was time to take their oath.

The bride and groom stand face to face, and all relatives and guests stand up.

Zhang Weidong spoke one step faster than the priest: "Mr. Xiao, do you still count what you said?"

Xiao Jun was taken aback for a moment, turned his face to look at him, swallowed the excess saliva: "What I told you always counts."

The corners of Zhang Weidong's mouth opened wider, and he slowly stretched out his left hand, with the palm facing up, facing the salutation platform.

At this time, there were clamors in the church, Xiao Jun took a deep breath, lifted his feet, and stepped down a step.

The bride grabbed Xiao Jungu's arm, her voice trembling slightly: "What did you promise him?"

"I told Dongzi that as long as he dares to snatch the marriage, I would dare to elope with him." Xiao Jun pushed the bride away and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"You're crazy!" The bride couldn't believe it, her eyes widened, she covered her mouth and lowered her voice: "Mr. Xiao, you're crazy, now there are reporters outside, he's deliberately trying to ruin you, you know, calm down .”

As if he couldn't hear it, Xiao Jun walked down the ceremony stage without hesitation, and took hold of the palm with sharp knuckles.

All the guests and relatives in the venue were overwhelmed. The original sacred and solemn church has become a fried vegetable market.But Xiao Jun couldn't hear or see it. He only knew that Zhang Weidong's body temperature was coming from the palm of his hand, converging into a soft warm current and pouring into his heart. He suddenly felt an urge to cry.

The last time Zhang Weidong reached out to him, and the last time he smiled at him, it has been many years since now, as if in a previous life.

The two stood eye to eye, their faces were so close to each other, even their breaths were intertwined.

"Let's go..." Xiao Jungu only said two words before his voice stopped abruptly.

Suddenly, Zhang Weidong took out his right hand that had been in his pocket all the time, and took out a bright sharp knife, and without blinking, he raised the knife and stabbed it into Xiao Jungu's abdomen, pulled it out, and stabbed it into his chest again—his The heart is calm, the movements are neat and powerful, the white knife enters and the red knife exits, without any muddling.

He wanted to kill Xiao Jungu, with his own hands.When love and hate have long been in the sea, and he is numb to the point of no pain, he just concentrates on completing one thing, just like writing songs and lyrics under the lamp for countless nights, without anger or sorrow.

Xiao Jungu fell down amidst screams.

He fell on the blood-red carpet, turned his back to the sky, looked at the painting of the Virgin Mary and angels on the dome of the church, his eyes were moist.

Xiao Jungu's lips trembled, and he said in his heart: "Dongzi, how much do you hate me? Do you hate me so much that you don't hesitate to destroy yourself?"

After that, his eyesight gradually became dizzy, and he sank into the darkness amidst the severe pain.

Before being rushed up to hold him down, Zhang Weidong straightened his waist, looking down at Xiao Jungu in red with a white face, with a calm expression on his face.

When Xiao Jun died, he was liberated and free.

He might end up in jail or be sentenced to death in the future, he doesn't care, as long as he gets rid of this man who has haunted him like a nightmare for more than ten years, even if he goes to hell, he is willing.Because only spiritual freedom is real freedom...