It is easy for the Sheng family to kill people, but difficult to save them.
When Sheng Guang Shengjing was very young, he was exposed to bloody and killing things. They were only afraid at the beginning, but they quickly adapted. Therefore, they are more suitable to be Sheng Qing's adopted sons than the original owners.
Chen dug up the memory of the original owner again, he was frightened and fainted on the spot when he saw a dead person.
But the horror of seeing a corpse is very different from the horror of turning a living person into a corpse with your own hands.
Chen You kept crying on the way back. It wasn't that kind of crying, but because his eyes couldn't dry, and the water kept flowing down. His face was as white as that of the dead man, and his body was shaking.
too frightening.
He, a commoner, has never faced that kind of battle.
Stuffing the soaked tissue into the bag, Chen You wiped his nose with a clean one, crying like a dead dog, "444, I killed someone."
The system said, "It's okay."
"It's all right? Are you kidding me? That's a human life!" Chen You was so panicked and at a loss, "What should I do? I have blood on my hands, so I can no longer pray to the Lord."
The system said, "The Lord will forgive you."
Chen sniffed again, "Really, the Lord will not abandon me?"
The system said, "No."
Chen You was still very sad. As soon as he closed his eyes, there was a picture of the man lying in a pool of blood, staring at the two eyes, "What did the man I killed do wrong?"
The system said, "It's better that you don't know."
Chen didn't understand, "Why?"
The system said, "Because your brain capacity is small, you can't hold many things."
Chen You, "..."
He was taken aback, "Are you not busy?"
The system said, "The data is almost repaired, and the last step is still missing. That's not my business."
Chen also said, "Bugs are really bad."
When he was playing games, he would drop his mouse whenever it came time for system maintenance and updates. After a year, he would buy a computer before buying a mouse.
His eyes hurt from crying too much, Chen covered it with his hand, and put one hand on his shoulder, and he was brought into the man's arms.
At night, Chen was awakened by the nightmare again. He gasped heavily, his pupils dilated, and his face was full of horror.
The light in the room was on, Sheng Qing raised his hand to touch the boy, the boy shrank back, "Are you scared?"
What do you say? I'm so scared to death, okay? Chen shrank his head under the quilt again, and didn't want to talk to this person right now.
Sheng Qing leaned over and whispered in the boy's ear, "You killed a bad guy."
Chen You's voice came from under the quilt, muffled and a little rushed, "The bad guys are under the supervision of the police, and they can't be killed casually!"
Sheng Qing was slightly taken aback, he smiled lowly, "Father underestimated you."
Originally thought that the arrangement this time could drag the young man into his hell, but he never thought that the other party's consciousness is very strong, and his inner world is still pure white that is incompatible with him.
Can't shake it? That dad can only shatter your world into pieces.
At that time, you have nowhere to go, and my hell is your only home.
In the middle of the night, Chen was carried to sleep in the opposite room by Sheng Qing. Both of them were awake, thinking about each other.
I don't know how long it took, but Chen You really couldn't do it anymore, so he made a shameful request, "Dad, can I sleep on your body?"
Sheng Qing didn't answer, but directly pulled him up.
Chen You lay on the man's chest, hooked his hands and feet, and put his ears up, listening to his strong heartbeat.
Sheng Qing patted the boy's buttocks.
Coaxing people is not like this. Hey, Chen You was lying on his stomach. After a while, his left buttocks were already painful and itchy after being slapped. It expanded with heat and contracted with cold.
He sighed, Dad, if you change the side of spraying and always shoot the side, it will be asymmetrical, do you know
Sheng Qing obviously didn't know.
Slapping his buttocks to lull a child to sleep has already broken his zero record for more than 30 years. While patting, he was thinking about something.
After a while, Chen yawned again, and gradually fell asleep in the rhythm of papa.
For several days in a row, it came like that.
The third year of high school was the last year of sprinting, and Chen You was in a trance at this juncture, sickly, and the head teacher was worried that his mouth was foaming, and asked him if he was under too much pressure from studying.
Chen You shook his head, not at all serious, really, "The pressure is okay, I just have a lot of dreams and I can't sleep well."
The head teacher frowned, "That's still a lot of pressure."
Chen glanced at the head teacher again, you say yes, I don't think you have a few hairs on your head, it's not easy.
"Stress is a good thing, too much pressure is a bad thing," said the class teacher, "You should combine work with rest and find happiness in your studies."
No, I can't find it at all, Chen You pursed his lips and hummed.
The head teacher was about to send people back to the classroom, he thought about it and asked, "What's going on with your face?"
Chen You has been asked many times today, and he can reply back and forth when he speaks, "A mosquito bit a bag, it was too itchy, I scratched it hard."
The teacher in charge said, "Your catch is a bit big, remember to apply some ointment."
Chen Youxin said, it's useless, the speed of the ointment's action can't catch up with the speed of the human race, and I don't know what happened. The man was very restrained before, and he was worried that he was still a student, and he only planted in places where others could not see. Strawberries, now, huh, look for a conspicuous place to plant them.
Once her hair was cut, Chen Yourong was promoted to class flower.
The girls all wanted to protect him. I really can't say this kind of treatment.
Chen went to the bathroom again, and someone from the women's bathroom next to her came out, she was a pretty girl, and they met each other and left together.
Unable to smell the smell wafting from the toilet, Chen You asked Pretty Girl concerned.
"I'm all right."
Liangmei said bluntly, "Xiao Langgou likes you, but you don't like him, it's no different from me."
The corners of Chen You's mouth twitched, which meant that he was having a bad life, so I'll be fine, love and hate, it's hard to say.
The beautiful girl asked as she walked, "Sheng Xia, what school do you want to apply for next year?"
Chen said again, "XXX is big."
The beautiful girl said oh, and didn't ask any more questions.
Chen took another two steps, and suddenly stopped to look at the back of the pretty girl walking away. Maybe he thought that whatever school he applied for, the school grass would follow him, and then the pretty girl would...
"Actually, a pretty girl is a good match for a school girl."
The system said, "It has nothing to do with you, if you have time, I will fuck your daddy."
"I'm not doing it. I do it sooner or later, so I can catch my breath during the day." Chen kicked another small stone, "Anyway, the school grass is bent because of me."
The system said, "Being bent by you means that you are not born straight."
Chen You was very upset, "What do you mean, what's wrong with me? Tell you, Brother You, I'm the class flower now!"
The system said, "A boy, is he happy to be a class flower?"
Chen You snorted, "You know what a fart, it's a flower after all, I'm so happy."
The system said, "Hua, go back and ask your daddy to fertilize you."
Chen You, "..."
On the way back, a little yellow dog came out to greet Chen You. He hugged him happily, rubbed his head and stroked his hair, "Laifu, it's really you, brother misses you so much."
Sheng Qing in the living room was mopping the floor with a very ugly expression.
Chen You hugged Laifu and hid in the room. He whispered, "Did you pee on the floor?"
The little yellow dog licked his palm.
Chen You tutted, "I really admire you for doing something that even I dare not do."
He's not stupid. Sheng Qing took Laifu from the school girl's grandmother not only to make him happy, but also to sever ties with the school girl.
With more blessings, Chen You didn't have that much influence on the murder, but the low air pressure on Sheng Qing's body was terrible. There was a small pet at home, and another one came, which made it very noisy.
But every time Sheng Qing got angry, he would be suppressed by the boy's bawling.
He shook his head, cast a cold glance at the little yellow dog, and went to the study with a face full of drool.
Chen You was lying on the sofa doing homework, shaking his legs and shouting, "Laifu, bring the slippers for brother."
The little yellow dog ran around the living room, didn't find the target, turned around again, chased its own tail for a while, saw the target in the corner, ran over to grab a slipper, and went to pick up another.
Chen You patted the little yellow dog's head, "Laifu is awesome, even better than my brother's father."
A voice came from behind, "Really?"
Chen was shocked again, he turned his head, good guy, the tall and handsome man was leaning against the door, with a half-smile, as if he was going to eat him.
"Dad, I'm just coaxing the puppy."
Sheng Qing said, "Why didn't I see you coaxing your dad?"
Chen You, "..."
Fuck, how old are you, you will be forty in a few years, okay, do you want me to coax you? Excuse me
Really, Chen You scratched his hair, his mind was so empty, he felt like he had nothing, he said without thinking, "Dad, I will sing you a lullaby tonight."
After finishing speaking, Chen You turned his head to Laifu, and looked at the void silently with it.
Sheng Qing frowned, "Come in for me."
Hearing the sound of the study door opening, Chen You reluctantly bid farewell to Laifu, "Brother is going to fertilize, and he will be paralyzed for a long time after fertilizing. Don't make trouble, or brother can't save you."
The little yellow dog sent Chen You into the study all the way, wagging its tail outside the door, squatting on the ground and waiting.
Before I knew it, it was getting dark, and the hungry little yellow dog started scratching at the door, whimpering, it was so miserable.
In the study, Chen You slumped on the chair, staring at the man picking up the documents with red eyes, his eyes were sour, and he wanted to cry again, "Dad, do you like me?"
Sheng Qing put the document in his hand back on the desk, "Do you hope Dad likes it?"
"do not wish."
Chen You peeled off his face and stuffed it under his buttocks, "I hope Dad loves me."
Sheng Qing rolled his eyelids, "Daddy loves you."
Chen You was taken aback. Is this man repeating that sentence to perfuse him and make him happy, or is he really in love
He couldn't figure it out.
Time passed quickly, and autumn was far away in a blink of an eye, and winter entered.
Chen You's bear pendant was changed, and Sheng Qing didn't ask why the previous one was broken, and he didn't say anything. Everyone knew something, and it was embarrassing to say it on the stage.
As a third-year student in high school, Chen You's awareness has gradually increased. When he was with Sheng Qing, he was still holding a pen to do the problems. Definitely to be celebrated.
It is true that what you sow, what you reap, is true.
Chen You's grades in the mock exams were getting better and better every time. He kept passing the people in front and running forward.
When the first heavy snow comes, it means that winter is not far away, and the day of the college entrance examination is getting closer, and life or death can only depend on hard work during this period.
The learning atmosphere in the class has become tense, most of them are brushing and writing questions, and a small number of them have other plans and don't expect to go any further. They throw their college dreams on the ground and don't want to pick them up.
Xiao Langgou is back to being the school girl who loves to play basketball, has excellent grades, has a table full of love letters, and can't finish eating snacks. His personality has also returned to the original sunny and cheerful, no longer melancholy and irritable.
Chen You didn't know, he didn't log in to the game, and Xiao Langgou didn't log in to his account again.
They are all struggling and the goal is the same.
But there was a little difference, Chen worked so hard because he didn't want to disappoint Sheng Qing, and Xiao Langgou did it for him.
As soon as the music of radio gymnastics in the eighth section stopped, the students of the three grades on the playground went to the teaching building one after another, complaining that the weather was freezing and there was not a single bird feather. None of humanity.
Chen You was walking in the crowd when his shoulder was bumped suddenly. The force came so hard that he hit the ground directly.
There are many students around, and the scene is noisy.
Chen was pressed again, and the other person's hand brushed against his nose and mouth. He got up from the ground, and when he heard the person say sorry to him, he waved his hand, forget it, it's not a big deal.
This came out of nowhere, and was soon forgotten by everyone.
Every time I go back to the classroom from the playground, there are so many people, and it is not impossible to bump into them accidentally.
Xiao Langgou at the back put his hands in his pockets, and slowly loosened his clenched fists in his pockets. He resisted not rushing up to beat up the person who knocked down the little crying bag. He reported to the English teacher and went to the toilet with a pale face.
At this point, there is no one in the toilet.
Chen You rest assured and returned to the classroom after squatting. Not long after, his stomach hurts again. He probably ate something unclean in the morning.
The second time I gave the report, Chen You walked out with the help of the wall under the pitiful eyes of his classmates.
Xiao Langgou turned his pen, not knowing what he was thinking.
It takes two or three minutes to walk from the classroom to the toilet, and it would be faster if you run. It took Chen another ten minutes to walk out, but when he walked in, he was already drenched in cold sweat.
Has the flour of the steamed stuffed bun gone bad, or has the stuffing gone bad? No, everyone is eating in the cafeteria, why is it that he is the only one eating something wrong
Chen pulled off his belt again, and was about to step on a pit when he heard footsteps.
someone!
Subconsciously, Chen looked towards the exit again, a dark boy came in, he recognized it, it was the one who knocked him down before.
The sixth sense told Chen You that there was danger.
Damn it, bear it, life is important, he put the raised foot back on the ground, turned around and walked towards the exit, his face was normal, and his steps were fast.
The shoulder was hit again, and Chen You's chin hit the wall, "Fuck, what the hell are you trying to do?"
The boy behind was silent, and Chen You's hand was held down by the other party, firmly, like an iron pliers.
This person has a very murderous look, he is not a student, he can be sure, "Help—"
His mouth was covered, and Chen You could only make a murmuring sound. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the boy was holding a syringe, and the corner of his eye twitched fiercely. Brother, if you do this, it will be really boring.
The boy rolled up Chen You's sleeve, held the syringe and stabbed it into his blood vessel.
At this moment, three or four people rushed in from the toilet, and they fought the boy.
Unavoidably dragging his feet, Chen You hurriedly retreated to the corner and asked what was in the syringe of the system.
The system said, "HIV virus."
Chen You shivered in fright, "Fuck, who is so cruel?"
The system said, "Don't worry about it."
Chen You shook his hands to touch the blood vessels on his arm, swallowing his saliva all the time, oh my god, he actually missed AIDS, almost, really almost.
After being too scared, Chen went to look at the several benefactors who rushed in. They all took out daggers, and the boy who wanted to inject him also had one in his hand.
These people are nervous in the hot-eyed toilet, brushing with knives.
Chen hugged himself tightly again and said a quick prayer.
The fighting stopped less than three minutes after his prayer, and the boy was stabbed in the stomach and passed out.
Among the few people who rushed in, the older-looking man walked towards Chen You, and he stretched out his hand, "Master Xia, please give the syringe to this subordinate."
Chen took it out of his pocket again and handed it to the other party, "What is this?"
The man shook his head and couldn't explain clearly, "Master Xia, it was us who neglected our duty this time, we will give an explanation to Mr., and we will never let what happened today happen again in the future."
They were always cautious, and carefully searched every student around Young Master Xia to make sure everything was safe, but they were still negligent.
Chen You was very talkative and had no temper at all, "It's fine as long as it's all right, luckily you came over in time."
He bowed to several benefactors, grateful from the bottom of his heart, no one would want to be injected with that stuff in his body, "Thank you."
Several people were taken aback and bowed to him.
Chen You, "..."
At seven o'clock in the evening, the chairman's office of Sheng's Culture was brightly lit. Sheng Qing leaned against the back of his chair and smoked. There was a syringe and a dozen photos on the table in front of him.
There are two people in each photo, one is a teenager and the other is him, some are kissing, some are hugging, and some are making out.
Sheng Qing took the cigarette from his lips, knocked on the ashtray beside him, and glanced at the photos, "It's not bad."
Nuo Da's office was quiet, almost dead silent, filled with a strong smell of tobacco.
After a long time, Sheng Qing put away the photos one by one and put them in the drawer. When he closed the drawer, he glanced at the blue leather diary inside.
Holding the diary in his hand, Sheng Qing stared at it with an indescribably weird look. He stood up the diary, tapped the table, and made a phone call with one hand.
Sheng Qing appeared in the old house.
Coincidentally, Shengguang Shengjing is also here.
The butler made tea and put it on the table, then stepped back and went out.
Sheng Qing sat on the chair, "I don't go back to the villa after school, what are you doing here?"
Sheng Guang stood beside him with his head down, his lips pursed, he didn't dare to act like a spoiled child to this person again, his temperament has restrained a lot, and what happened at that time was a very heavy stroke in his growing up, the color is gray.
Sheng Jing beside him said, "Dad, Xiao Guang and I are here to see grandma."
"Since Uncle Zhang died, grandma has been ill. When we came, she didn't want to see us very much. Even if she did, she wouldn't talk to us."
Sheng Qing picked up the teacup, "Since you have skipped a grade, you should hurry up and prepare for next year's college entrance examination."
Sheng Jing responded, "Yes."
After taking a sip of tea, Sheng Qing said casually, "Xiao Guang, did you have a girlfriend?"
There was joy in Sheng Guang's eyes, he didn't expect his father to still care about him, the next moment he became flustered, "Dad, I..."
Sheng Qing interrupted him, not interested in listening, "Although you are not yet an adult, you have to be responsible for your actions and think twice before acting."
Sheng Guang said softly, "Understood, Dad, I won't mess around."
Sheng Qing glanced at Sheng Jing.
That glance was quick, without stopping for a moment on Sheng Jing's body, he still broke out in a cold sweat.
I thought that my thoughts were hidden deep enough, as long as I didn't tell them, then no one else in this world would know except myself, but I didn't expect that this person would have seen through him long ago. Like a bystander, he will not interfere and let him fantasize and peep.
The corners of Sheng Jing's eyes swept across Sheng Guang's body, and he lowered his eyelids, covering up all his emotions.
Sheng Qing asked a few words about the situation of the person upstairs, and then said to Sheng Guang Shengjing, "Go back."
Sheng Jing pulled Sheng Guang, but Sheng Guang remained motionless.
He didn't leave with Sheng Jing until the atmosphere around him changed.
The living room fell silent.
After finishing his cup of tea, Sheng Qing got up and went upstairs to a room on the second floor. After he entered, he pulled out a chair and sat down, silently lighting a cigarette.
Mrs. Sheng was lying on the bed in a bad complexion. The illness in her heart affected her body. She lost interest in the previous poker games, shopping, and beauty care, so she stayed in this room all day long.
The smell of smoke diffused to the bedside, Madam Sheng coughed, "I thought you had completely forgotten about me, my mother."
No one smokes in front of patients.
Sheng Qing's posture was indifferent, and he showed no signs of pinching out the cigarette end. He smoked with his eyelids half closed, and said suddenly, "I have already sent you and Uncle Zhang's daughter abroad."
Mrs. Sheng's eyes opened suddenly, and she sat up, as if her only vitality had been taken away, the blood on her face disappeared completely, "Okay, it's really my good son."
Sheng Qing's face was shrouded in smoke, "The detective you found is skilled."
Madam Sheng's eyelids twitched, and she started coughing again, and it took a long time for her to stop, "Mom really didn't expect that you would touch your adopted son."
"I didn't expect that you would find someone to take a picture of me with my adopted son."
Sheng Qing said, "Why, do you want to use those photos to find a way out for your daughter, or do you want to put them in the media so that the whole Sheng family can accompany Uncle Zhang?"
When Mrs. Sheng stepped into the door of the Sheng family, she began to calculate, step by step, first to be a daughter-in-law, and then to be a mother. Unfortunately, she has three sons, but she did not become a mother-in-law once, and became a grandmother directly.
Hearing what the younger son said, she just sneered, "No matter what I think, it doesn't make any sense now, does it?"
"It could have made sense."
After saying that, Sheng Qing threw the syringe on the bed, "Mom, you did it."
Mrs. Sheng's aging face twitched, "I don't blame Mom, it's because you didn't give Uncle Zhang a way to live. Mom feels uncomfortable, so I want you to experience how it feels to lose an important person."
Sheng Qing threw the cigarette on the ground, and his leather shoes ran over him. He was restraining his twisted anger.
No one would believe that Mrs. Sheng was afraid of her youngest son. Ever since the bloody storm that happened in Sheng's family that year, when the youngest son frowned, she could raise her heart to her throat in fright.
It's just that now, Mrs. Sheng is forced to have nowhere to go, so she doesn't care, "Mom didn't think carefully about this matter, the people who arranged it were already top-notch, and your people blocked the plan, but it doesn't matter .”
Sheng Qing raised his eyes.
Mrs. Sheng looked at her younger son, "Have you forgotten how Sheng Xia's mother died?"
She asked and answered by herself, her complexion seemed to be much better than before, as if something had made her happy, "It's normal to forget, from childhood to adulthood, you can remember anything in your heart, you can't do anything. "
Sheng Qing made the phone call in front of Mrs. Sheng.
Soon, the phone on the sofa rang. After he connected, he heard the answer from the other end, and his pupils shrank.
Mrs. Sheng stared at her youngest son, who had always been ruthless and ungrateful, and didn't miss the expression change on his face. It was fate.
Who would have thought that that waste would become the deathbed of this cold-blooded animal.
If she knew that one day in the future, waste could influence the emotions of her youngest son, she would definitely have a good relationship with waste, so that she would not ask for nothing when she asked for it.
She sighed, "As far as I know, the genetic probability of that disease is as high as 80%, and it may not be discovered until several years or even ten years later."
Sheng Qing strode out.
Mrs. Sheng laughed, she didn't know what was funny, she just wanted to laugh.
This night, Mrs. Sheng recalled for no reason that when her youngest son was born, her mother-in-law asked a fortune teller to tell him that it was the fate of Lone Star.