He pulled a certain scripture vigorously, and his face seemed to make a clicking sound. The mask that had been worn on his face all the year round cracked and fell off. The solemnity and calmness faded, revealing the panic, violence, and blood inside.
Nie Wenyuan took the cigarette from the coffee table, pulled one out and put it in his mouth. He pulled a match from the matchbox and didn't wipe it for a long time.
The hand trembled so badly that it still trembled when I held it down.
"Oh shit!"
With a low scolding, Nie Wenyuan threw the match and the matchbox out. He tore off the cigarette from his mouth and cut it off. He grabbed the mobile phone and threw it on the ground. Then he kicked the coffee table in front of him, and the expensive tea set on it. Smashed to pieces.
"Bang", "Bangdang" and "Bang", the loud noise in the living room lasted for a long time, the furniture was crooked, broken porcelain was everywhere, the original spotless, warm and neat living room was a mess.
Nie Wenyuan took a deep breath, his chest heaved violently, a drop of sweat fell from his forehead, his eyes were scarlet, as if someone had pried up the scales on his body, bloody, painful and full of anger.
Nie Wenyuan wiped his face, his palms were sweaty and bloody, and he didn't know where it was torn. He kicked off the fallen chair and went to the bathroom. He slowly washed his hands in front of the mirror. The water in the sink was red. Yes, those reds slowly dissipated, and all rushed into the sewer.
After a while, the water flowing down was clean and clear, as if the blood red had never existed before.
When he went out, Nie Wenyuan had already replaced the clothes that had been splashed with blood and covered with traces of anxiety. The ends of his hair were a little wet, and he was wearing a white shirt with the hem tucked into the waistband of his trousers. Indifference, no difference from usual.
Leaving his home away, Nie Wenyuan took his eyes away from the rearview mirror. He was driving while on the phone, arranging something, his tone was calm, and his eyes were still full of waves, but behind him was a storm and a turbulent sea.
Chapter 101
There is a factory in the north of the city. In the early years, it was one of the largest factories in T city. Anyone who works in it, no matter what it is, can talk about it to everyone. of sadness.
One year, there was a vicious fight in the factory, and two people died. In the past few months, rumors of haunting began to appear.
At first, the rumors were just rumors, and no one took them seriously. Until someone said that they had seen a ghost, and they couldn't get sick, people in the factory panicked, and all kinds of rumors continued one after another.
The workers were afraid of returning home, and they went to work as usual every day, not daring to be careless.
Nie Wenyuan and Qiu Tao were factories that went back and forth. After Qiu Tao entered, he quickly got along with him, calling him brothers and sisters, advancing and retreating together. They also participated in the fight and suffered serious injuries. Quickly bouncing around.
At that time, they were young, and they didn't know how to weigh the pros and cons. Everyone went up, and so did they. They rushed up and waved their fists and feet.
Looking back on it after many years, it will only be funny. The reason for the fight is not actually a national hatred and a family hatred, but just a woman who has no such life. It is best not to touch the one who loves and loves. Hundred days, the worst is half-dead, leaving scars that cannot be erased.
However, no one knew that the two people who died in the fight were killed by Qiu Tao by mistake, and it was from that moment that his youthful heart changed.
At the beginning, Qiu Tao's life turned into a gamble, one day he made a profit. Later, his covetousness and Yu Wang played a role in his heart. His brother, even his own brother's head can be stepped on, in fact, he did the same.
When he climbed up, Qiu Tao didn't have time to look down at the group of weak and poor people under his feet, admired their struggles in their suffering, and generously gave away three melons and two dates. already with him.
Qiu Tao thought that the feeling was the worst, but he found out after two or three years that it wasn't. The worst thing was that his brother had already surpassed him, and it still happened when he didn't notice it.
When he realized this, it was too late, he could only withdraw the corners of his mouth, raised his glass with a smile, had a drink with his brother, and said sincerely and happily, "Brother is great", and he felt sick in his stomach. .
There is no way, people live for a lifetime, who can't be hypocritical and have different hearts
Whether it is for oneself or for others, there is no difference, but the excuses are different.
What is true and false is blurred, what is false can be tampered with to be true without noticing it, and what is true can also be turned into false under the gnawing of time.