When I brought honey water to him, my two hands touched inadvertently. The heating in the room was very good. I was wearing thin clothes and felt very warm. This boy who was very tightly wrapped in a coat, his hands But it was so cold. I was touched by his coldness. I thought, no matter what, Duan Qiao must help him and avenge him in the right way, because I know that if he has the ability, I will not bear the burden of humiliation for so many years and wait until now.
"At that time, he was ten years old and I was five years old. He almost disrupted the switch of the whole house, but nothing happened right now, so I didn’t think it mattered anymore. I even thought that my parents were trying to keep me from disturbing their work. And fooled me. Soon, President Lin was flattered by the workers and was about to leave. I followed the workers to a long distance and sent Lin Changfeng and Lin to the car, but when they had not left yet , I saw a raging fire ignited in the warehouse, and thick smoke was floating above the sky."
"I subconsciously ran to the warehouse and was pulled back in time by the workers on the spot. Mr. Lin immediately contacted the fire brigade, but it still didn't work much. The place was too small. Later I found out that it was because The original button really had a problem, so some equipment in the warehouse was over-pressured and a small-scale explosion occurred, which caused a fire in the entire warehouse."
"But, do you know that when the fire brigade arrived, the entire warehouse staff were already...including my parents, but ah, so many people have obviously lost their lives because of this, no matter my guess Whether it’s good or the fact, it’s all... But the number of casualties is not what I heard at the scene, and the cause of the fire that was finally reported was also very high-sounding.
I was completely caught in his sad mood for a while, and I didn't even know how to comfort him.
During the period that Duan Qiao told him, I didn't dare to say a word, and I didn't know what to say, and indeed, in the case of the loss of both parents, all words seemed pale and powerless.
Or maybe, the relationship between the three of us became closer during this experience.
Many people say that friends are not obtained by exchanging one secret for another, but today, we are indeed close to each other because of such a secret that is not a secret.
You know, no matter what the reason is, it is not easy to expose one's scars in front of others.
What's more, what is the situation now? Lin Jingchu has no bottom in his heart. He doesn't know if Duan Qiao will help him get justice, so he tells everything about him, but even if Duan Qiao behaves in the first place Out of interest, Lin Jingchu is still in a passive situation.
If Duan Qiao chooses to help him and accept his evidence, it would be fine, because his evidence for Duan Qiao is only a degree of difference in the way of rectifying Lin Changfeng, but for Lin Jingchu, his previous remarks Without seeking justice for his parents, if the evidence he is holding at this moment is exposed, not only will it not have the effect of allowing Duan Qiao to be exposed, it may even ruin himself.
And if Duan Qiao really chooses to refuse, for Lin Jingchu, his greatest evidence has lost the effectiveness that he could have, and he has let Duan Qiao seize his handle.
But even in this situation, Lin Jingchu chose to have no reservations.
Lin Jingchu's current age should be as old as Duan Chengxuan, and not a few years behind him. For a moment, I looked at Lin Jingchu, a bit like looking at my younger brother.
I know that even if Lin Jingchu has done such an unreliable thing now, Duan Qiao should know that he should be righteous even if he does not look at people's affection.
Looking at Duan Qiao's expression, I felt a little bit about Lin Jingchu's heart. In any case, Duan Qiao would definitely help him get justice.
Later, Lin Jingchu still talked a lot, such as "You know, at that age, I don’t know what rights are, I don’t know how powerful money is. But I know that Lin Changfeng’s father was a man who covered the sky with one hand at that time. All the truth about this matter was covered up without leaking. Many family members of the workers went out day and night, at least asking for an explanation, but no one who was sent by Father Lin with money was willing to stand up and speak up. Until today, the matter has passed. After twenty years, this matter has long been forgotten, and even the sensational news at the time has not found any suspicious clues."
"You said, right, do you really have such great power? Can power and money really cover up the facts? I am really scared. I chose the warehouse. I want to see this boy who was ten years old. , Is there any impression of this place, but I found that everything is my own passion. I thought that the ten-year-old is already sensible, and he will feel self-blame after hearing the truth of the matter, but today, this matter is The culprit had never forgotten that his young self-willedness and playfulness caused countless people to die as a result, and countless families were completely destroyed on that day."
"But ah, won't his conscience hurt? How could there be such a numb person? Perhaps everyone has forgotten the impact that incident had on themselves and their family, but I will not forget, I will always No, this matter has been buried in my heart for 20 years, and I have lived like a walking dead in these 20 years..."
It turned out that Lin Jingchu, who had lost his parents all day long, chose to enter Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts. I just thought about it. No wonder he ran so fast the day he rescued me, until we entered the car and locked the door to start. The car was about to drive away, and the tramp had just chased out of the alley.
After Lin Jingchu became an adult, he began to slowly come into contact with these fighting and killing things. He found that all the problems that can be solved by force are no longer major problems, but the hatred in his heart has not been allowed for so many years. He let go, but on the contrary, his heart became more and more a knot in his heart.
Later, his kung fu was selected by the boss of the underworld and became a professional assassin, and I was surprised that such a society still has such a thing as a professional assassin, but I discovered that perhaps it is the right that limits my imagination. In the rich world, there is nothing that cannot be solved with a sum of money, and there is nothing that cannot be suppressed in a word.
If there is, it means more money and higher rights.