The door opening sounded slowly. Butler Li opened the door of Zhao Yiming's residence, followed by a doctor and a cleaner.
The lights of the corridor penetrated slightly through the door into the silent and dark room. Before the three of them entered, they only felt an unpleasant smell of wine blowing towards them.
Butler Li's expression became a little dignified. He entered the room first, turned on the light, and saw that the ground was full of empty wine bottles and cans, and there was almost no place for his feet.
Zhao Yiming was so drunk that he was lying on the sofa in a drowsy tossing and turning, with the smell of alcohol and sweat all over his body, and he didn't know how long he hadn't cleaned it up.
The cleaners put on gloves and started cleaning, and Steward Li walked directly to the sofa with a sound.
Zhao Yiming slept soundly, but seemed to dream of something bad.
His eyes were tightly closed, his brows were tightly wrinkled, there was dense fine sweat oozing out of his forehead, and the dizziness on his face was concealed by his pale complexion. Butler Li subconsciously wanted to wake him up.
At this moment, Zhao Yiming suddenly called out, "Don't... No..."
Butler Li swallowed what he had said, and saw that his expression was even more painful, as if with fear and regret: "No, it's not like this... It's all my fault, it's none of her business... You must not hurt her... "
The next moment, he suddenly woke up from his dream, covered in cold sweat, gasping for breath, and staring at the ceiling with dazed eyes.
After a long time, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then slowly said, as if somewhat helpless: "It's this dream again..."
When he said this, Zhao Yiming's expression was a little complicated, a little dazed, but a little helpless.
It wasn't until Butler Li leaned down to wipe the sweat from his forehead bit by bit that he realized that there was someone in the room.
After being stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth and coughed, and a hoarse voice sounded: "…Uncle Li, why are you here?"
Butler Li changed a tissue and continued: "Master, you have always contacted the master once a month. This time, it has been almost three months without a call. During the new year, I sent a text message saying that I will not be back this year. Master, can I not worry about you? , so let me see you quickly."
"I'm fine." Zhao Yiming shook his head and sat up. "Grandpa is worried. I'll call him later to report safety."
Butler Li was silent for a moment after hearing the words, and then cautiously said as if tentatively: "Young master, you really don't seem to be okay. Uncle Li has a big time. I would like to ask Master, what troubles have you encountered recently? If you I can't solve it, I wonder if you can talk to the master, maybe... "
Zhao Yiming pressed his temple and slowly shook his head: "It's useless."
Seeing this, Butler Li kept his mouth shut and stopped talking, and only motioned for the doctor to come forward and examine him.
Zhao Yiming drank porridge, took medicine, and simply took a shower, and then called Mr. Zhao to report his safety.
After the phone call, he sat on the bay window sill and closed his eyes gently. The boundless darkness instantly drowned him, which coincided with the scenes in the dream.
Nude/photos of Lin Zhiwei flying all over the sky, verbal abuse on the Internet, people's sneering and contemptuous eyes, wanton beatings, isolation and rumors choreographed... And finally, she died with a relieved smile slitting her wrists in the bathtub.
These scenes tortured him day after day in his dreams, accompanied by the vicious curse of "Go to hell" that seemed to ring in his ears, so that he could only use alcohol to numb himself.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yiming suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and the whole person shrank into a ball with fear.
The clothes he just put on were almost soaked in sweat again, but he didn't seem to notice at all, and only slammed his head against the wall in agony.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. Ever since he watched the CD that Xie Fei gave him, as soon as he closed his eyes, these images would flash through his mind over and over again.
Real as if it really happened.
Could it be... all of this is true? Probably because he really designed Lin Zhiwei to commit suicide in his last life, so the genius in this life punished him like this.
Maybe a life for a life can end this painful torment, and he will not let go of the culprit who caused all this!
…
In almost a few days before and after, Yang Junhui and Wu Haixin, who were working hard, in the presence of waitresses, or begging with physical disabilities, all received a beautifully styled banquet invitation card. .
The invitation said that this Saturday, in order to thank them for their help to them, their former classmates specially set a thank-you banquet in the most luxurious restaurant, and there will be generous gifts at that time.
Along with the invitation came an expensive airfare and a hefty bill for room and board.
When Yang Junhui and the others first saw the invitations, of course they doubted whether it was a liar or a prank, but when they saw the handful of pink hundred-yuan bills, they instantly dispelled their concerns.
Although they don't remember whether they have really helped any of their classmates, they already believed in their hearts that they must have done something good.
They couldn't help but start fantasizing in their minds, and even thinking about how to repay the favor and let this mysterious old classmate save them from this hard life without the sun, and live the happiness of extending their hands with their shirts and opening their mouths with meals. Life.
A few days passed in a flash, and these people arrived in City A one after another on Friday.
Standing at the entrance of the magnificent hotel, looking at this gorgeous and high-profile decoration, their mood is really complicated.
On the one hand, I was a little worried about whether I had found the wrong place. When I went to the counter to check in, I felt very uneasy. More determined to live a better life.
They only felt that they had the best sleep in their life last night.
After getting up from the soft big bed reluctantly, they began to clean up themselves seriously - after taking the most comfortable bath in so many years, put on their best clothes, and make sure to leave good things for their old classmates. impression.
However, after they entered the box one by one, they realized that it was not only themselves who had come, but also so many old acquaintances.
It's just that everyone left their hometown one after another for life, and they just dispersed.
"You... how have you been in the past few years?" The first person to speak was Yang Junhui. He has always been the boss of this group of people. He has always been referring to where other people fight.
"That's it, I can barely live." Wu Haixin smiled bitterly, "I haven't graduated from high school, and I can't find any good jobs... Not to mention, I still have so many ugly scars all over my body, and no one wants to buy a face. watch… "
The situation of the other girls was similar, especially the two who used to be inseparable with Wu Haixin, all nodded with wry smiles on their faces.
As for the men who used to follow Yang Junhui, although the scars did not affect them so seriously, the broken hands and feet prevented them from doing heavy work, standing and running for a long time, and even when the weather turned cloudy When it rains, the pain is unbearable.
Therefore, most of them live by picking up garbage, collecting waste and begging for a living.
"... I'm sorry for everyone, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't bully..." Having said that, he couldn't go on, and he had an inescapable responsibility for this matter.
But he didn't feel that he was sorry for Zhang Yiming. This kid had such a good family background, but he misunderstood them. Later, he was tortured thousands of times, not only interrupting their hands and feet, but also not allowing family members to help them live and go to school. In the end, they can only be forced to go away to seek a living.
In the end, they were just playing around, looking for some fun in a boring life, and they never thought about making him unable to live, and he didn't suffer any serious injuries.
What's more, he finally became the heir of Zhao's enterprise, but he was still so narrow-minded. They were only teenagers and underage children at that time, and he could play such a heavy hand. It was really vicious and selfish.
If it wasn't for the fact that he had no ability or power, Yang Junhui would not take revenge for the sparring he suffered!
The atmosphere was a little gloomy, Wu Haixin smiled and stood up and clapped her hands: "Don't talk about the past, everyone finally got together again and said something happy!"
Everyone followed along with a smile, when the door suddenly opened, everyone turned to look, and saw a row of waiters bringing wine and dishes to the table one after another: "The gentleman who ordered the box has something to come over later, he explained Please eat first, don't wait for him."
So Yang Junhui and the others began to eat the sea stuff, and fell one by one unconsciously.
When they woke up again, it was already dark.
A musty smell entered his nose, Yang Junhui blinked to get used to the night, and then found himself locked in a deserted private house.
His heart suddenly "squeaked", and a bad premonition struck him.
Ignoring his still aching head, Yang Junhui quickly got up and walked to the iron door to check, and then confirmed that he really guessed right, the door was indeed locked with iron chains, and the windows were welded with iron windows.
The others also woke up one by one and asked in a vain, "What's wrong with us?"
"Where is this? Aren't we having dinner at the hotel?"
Yang Junhui's head hurt even more because of their noise, he slammed on the door: "Don't be noisy!"
The surroundings were silent for a moment, and everyone looked at each other in dismay. After a while, he continued: "We have a word, and now the most urgent task is to find a way to get out... Do you have your phone on you?"
The expected answer, no.
"Look for something and see if there is anything you can use." Yang Junhui tried his best to suppress his uneasiness, "Huzi, you have a loud voice, stand at the window and shout out to see if anyone can hear you."
A group of people immediately got busy, but they didn't gain anything except a bucket of water in the corner.
Everyone sat on the ground while resting and discussing countermeasures. At this moment, Wu Haixin screamed "ah" and jumped up: "Where did the water come from? Wet my new clothes—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Yang Junhui's voice interrupted her: "No, it's not water, it's gasoline."
One person suddenly realized: "Ah, it was the bucket of water in the corner just now... er, oil, who accidentally knocked it over?"
Then in the dimly lit room, after a light "click", there was a flash of jumping fire.
Only then did everyone discover that there was a stranger in the room who no one knew. A group of people were so frightened that they avoided him by screaming or trembling.
Yang Junhui was also flustered and his hands were shaking, cold sweat broke out, for fear that he would throw the lighter into the gasoline the next moment.
He swallowed and asked, "Who are you?"
The man twitched the corner of his mouth lightly: "You eat and live with mine, but you don't know who I am?"
"Old classmate?" Yang Junhui calmly said, "Who are you?"
The man sneered, slowly pulled down his hood, and looked at the crowd with a sarcastic smile: "It's only been three years since I haven't seen you, so why do you bring joy to your boring time, and let the 'old classmates' you play with give it to you? Forgot?"
Yang Junhui's eyes suddenly widened, with a 12-point disbelief: "It's actually you, Zhang Yiming!"
"Of course it's me." Zhao Yiming smiled silently, "Look how good I am to you, and let you have a good meal before you die, so that you can be full of dead ghosts after you die."
"What are you trying to do?" Yang Junhui's throat froze for a moment, and then he said with trembling, "Although we are insignificant, we are not without a trace, if so many of us die here inexplicably, you No matter how powerful your family is, you shouldn't be able to escape suspicion."
"Heh." Zhao Yiming chuckled, "You don't have to threaten me, I didn't plan to live from the beginning."
"Look at how beautiful this flame is, doesn't it look like the flame you used to burn my hair back then?" He looked at the flame and said softly, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Yang Junhui's move to rush up, he shrugged indifferently, "Don't If you want to act rashly, if you accidentally scare me... the lighter will fall off, and then... explode with a 'bang', bloody..."
Hearing this, the group of people immediately became pale with fright, and huddled together in fear.
Seeing him like this, Yang Junhui didn't dare to make any more rash moves. He lowered his posture and prepared to persuade Zhao Yiming: "In the past, we were young and ignorant, so don't worry about it. Now that your life is so good, why bother for us. It's not worth it to have people on your own..."
As he spoke, he secretly looked at Zhao Yiming's face. Seeing that he was indifferent to his own words, he gritted his teeth and said cruelly: "We were wrong before, and you should be angry. We will beat and scold you until you have finished venting. —"
"Hahahaha!" Zhao Yiming suddenly laughed.
Then just when Yang Junhui and others were puzzled, the next moment they watched as the lighter was thrown into the gasoline by him.
The scorching flames spread instantly, and in a few seconds, the entire room was set on fire.
Everyone immediately screamed and fled, but in an instant, they were swallowed up by the crazy flames. The tragic cries of pain came one after another, accompanied by Zhao Yiming's laughter, which made people shudder strangely.
When the fire brigade and the police came, the neighborhood had been burned into rubble. After investigation, it was found that this was the revenge caused by the school violence three years ago.
However, due to this shocking revenge case, there have been a lot of school violence incidents across the country for a while, but Zhao's enterprise really has no heir.
After knowing this, Lin Zhiwei sighed that he still had such a painful experience, no wonder he had some mental problems.
But she never thought that Zhao Yiming would die like this. Although she hated him very much, she didn't hate him to the point of wanting him to die.
But she was so sad, because it was her wedding to Jaffe, and she couldn't be distracted.
The wedding was a bit simple, so I invited relatives and friends from both families. However, when Zhou Antian and several people received her wedding invitation, they were suddenly shocked. After knowing that the groom was their beloved Xie Fei, she was forced by several people. Tell the love story of the two.
From spring to autumn, decades of time are fleeting, and Xie Fei and Lin Zhiwei have spent their entire lives so lovingly.
As a mathematician who has made outstanding contributions to mathematics in this era, Xie Fei is most talked about by his love for his wife and children, which is really better than a day.
And because of this, even though his research made the math class harder, there were far more people who loved him than hated him.
After all, he is handsome, has a high IQ, and a mathematician who loves his wife and son... It seems that there is really no one.
Moreover, their love story has also made many little girls envious, and even made the attendance rate of mathematics class reach a peak, entering the era of rapid development of mathematics.
The author has something to say: This small world is over~~
I'm going to start preparing for the end of the main story, so the next update should be in three days.
There will be a collection of extra chapters. I will choose a few worlds and write them together into one extra episode. Right now, I only want to think about the extra episodes of this world. If there are any worlds you want to see, you can comment, and I will write them in if I have an idea~