Lin Xiucheng's subordinates were very efficient, and someone came to pick him up early the next morning to enroll in the language school.
Because Chen Xing's English foundation is too weak, he can only take the beginner level courses. The class is mixed with strange characters.
There are a total of twelve students in the class, ten of them are Chinese uncles and aunts, and they stutter when they speak. Only he and his ten-year-old sister, Xiao Lingling, can straighten their tongues.
After Lin Xiucheng took Chen Xing home, he left early and came back late, and he hardly met each other. He called Chen Xing a cooking aunt, but she was also elusive. Chen Xing came home from class every day, and the dishes were steaming. On the table, there was no one to be seen. He has lived in a collective life since he was a child, and he is most afraid of loneliness. In this apartment made of steel and concrete, he can't touch half a grass or catch half a fish. He is so bored that he can only talk on the phone with Alex.
Alex has a legitimate job, so there is no time to chat with him. At first, he picked up and answered, but then he avoided him like a snake.
It was extremely rare for Lin Xiucheng to have dinner at home that night.
"I got into a fight with Da Jin today." Chen Xing finally caught a person who could understand Chinese, and he danced with a spoon and told Lin Xiucheng what he had seen and heard today, full of vitality, "Dai Jin is our There is an old man in his forties in the class, very rich and an immigrant."
It was nothing more than that Da Jin could not speak English well. The teacher asked Ling Ling to tell him and practiced with him in pairs. Da Jin felt ashamed and insulted Ling Ling in Chinese. It exploded. I felt that Dajin, a middle-aged and elderly man, was too shameless to bully the little girl, and the two quarreled in class.
Chen Xing slipped his tongue, saying that Da Jin's face turned red and white, stood up and left, saying that he would drop out of school.
The matter was very trivial and boring, but Lin Xiucheng didn't interrupt him, listening to what he said, he thought it was interesting.
Isn't that what a child's world is like, it's either black or white, and the sky is about to fall if something big happens.
Finally finished the meal, Lin Xiucheng was very full, the auntie was good at cooking, Chen Xing hardly ate, and was busy talking.
Lin Xiucheng stood up, and Chen Xing also stood up with him, looking unfinished, Lin Xiucheng took a step, he followed, Lin Xiucheng stopped, turned and looked down at him.
"Lin Xiucheng, what are you doing?" Chen Xing asked flatteringly, pulling his arm.
If Lin Xiucheng had been a partner of Chen Xing Orphanage, or a teacher and classmate who had been with him for a while, he would have known Chen Xing's expression, which was to show off: I'm about to do something bad, don't be angry , It's useless to be angry.
But at this time, Lin Xiucheng was not yet familiar with Chen Xing.
Chen Xing's appearance is too deceptive, when he shuts up, he looks like those glittering and expensive treasures in the shopping mall window, Lin Xiucheng is a person who doesn't want to be soft and hard, looking at Chen Xing, he is also a little dazed.
"What do you want to do?" Lin Xiucheng asked him.
"Take me to hang around, show me London at night." Chen Xing said.
Strange to say, Chen Xing doesn't have a key to his house. The driver picks him up every day and opens the door for him before leaving. After leaving this door, he can't go back. When Lin Xiucheng comes back, Chen Xing's life is not right here. I'm familiar, and I didn't go out once a week.
He just wants to blow the night breeze and wander in the embrace of nature.
Lin Xiucheng has something to do at night, and he has to deal with someone.
Looking at Chen Xing's expectant expression, he smiled: "Okay, then follow me. I will take you to experience the night in London."
Chen Xing followed him into the car. Today's driver was an unsmiling Caucasian, tall and strong, he didn't look like a driver, but a thug. Chen Xing watched with great interest as the vehicle crossed the bridge, turned around the street corner, passed the brightly lit downtown and the beautiful London Eye, and drove further and further away. When it came to an old street, the driver pulled over and stopped the car.
"Get out of the car." Lin Xiucheng said to Chen Xing, "Didn't you ask me a few days ago, what do I do?"
Chen Xing followed him out of the car, uneasy, Lin Xiucheng walked to a narrow iron door, raised his hand to look at his watch, and rang the doorbell.
Not long after, someone came to open the door, it was a woman, she whispered: "Mr. Lin, come in quickly."
The street lights on this street were dim, and Chen Xing couldn't see her face clearly. He saw the slim and graceful figure leading them through a long and narrow aisle. Chen Xing smelled a bloody smell.
They entered a dark room, the old dark pattern wallpaper on the wall had peeled off, a man was lying on the ground with bloody flesh, and several strong thugs stood aside, seeing Lin Xiucheng coming, they turned a blind eye to Chen Xing behind him , respecting him: "Master Xiu, you are here."
Lin Xiucheng nodded to them with a smile: "Didn't I tell you to be more polite, how did you make it like this?"
Chen Xing stood behind him, poking his head, trying to see who the person on the ground was.
A thug walked over, grabbed the man's hair and lifted him up to sit on the ground. The man raised his head and stared at Lin Xiucheng with extreme hatred: "Bastard!"
After Chen Xing carefully identified it, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. This man with blood and flesh was not the second uncle of Lin Xiucheng he saw in the mansion a few days ago.
"Second uncle," Lin Xiucheng was not only not annoyed, but also politely motioned for someone to wipe his second uncle's face, "What are you talking about? The people under my command are disobedient, and it's not the first day you know .”
"I'm your second uncle!" His second uncle shouted hoarsely.
Lin Xiucheng listened amusedly: "When you teamed up with someone to swallow the cargo on my pier, did you ever think that I was your nephew? Second Uncle, it's good to have ideas, but you have to think about it, can you do it yourself? be able to eat."
His second uncle spat out blood: "It's because I'm not as good as others. If you want to kill, kill it. Don't play with those fake things."
"Chen Xing."
Hearing his own name suddenly, Chen Xing jumped: "Huh?"
"Are you afraid?" Lin Xiucheng asked him.
"Not afraid." Chen Xing replied.
Lin Xiucheng pointed to his second uncle with his chin, and said, "What do you think of him?"
"It's not good," Chen Xing said honestly, "He wants to sell me."
Lin Xiucheng asked someone to hand him a gun: "I'll give you a chance."
If he didn't go on, Chen Xing also knew what kind of opportunity this was. It was an opportunity for Lin Xiu to admit that it was okay, and it was also a bait for him to step into the abyss. After firing this shot, Chen Xing never turned back.
Chen Xing took a gun and pointed at the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground. The man with a fat head and a bloody body raised his head and looked at him, trying not to beg for mercy.
Chen Xing spared his life. When he was fourteen years old, he got into a fight with someone, and his stomach was cut open, bleeding all over the place. After being sent to the hospital, sister Xiaoyu, the accountant of the orphanage, watched over him by his bed, her eyes were swollen from crying.
After lying down for two days, Chen Xing finally woke up. She lost a lot of blood and her face was pale. She was reluctant to be beaten and scolded. Tears rolled down her face. She said: "Chen Xing, if you do this again in the future, I really don't care is you."
Chen Xing coaxed her for a long time, and promised her not to do such a dangerous thing in the future, so she stopped crying and looked at Chen Xing with worried eyes, as if she didn't believe his words at all.
Sister Xiaoyu was right, Chen Xing was going to break her promise now.
He took the gun, which was heavier than expected. Chen Xing pretended to be indifferent, pressed his index finger on the trigger, and pressed his thumb against the handle. Xiu Cheng suddenly spoke again.
"Forget it." He grabbed Chen Xing's wrist, took his gun, and shot his second uncle in the head.
The middle-aged man's brains were on Chen Xing's shoes. He was wearing black sneakers, and red and white turbidity stuck to his tongue. His eyes were fixed on the hot corpse on the ground.
Lin Xiucheng put the gun back on the table, covered Chen Xing's eyes with his hand, turned his body and pushed towards the door: "Let's go, what can you do."
On the way back, the two didn't speak a word.
As soon as he got in the car, Lin Xiucheng pulled some paper towels and wiped Chen Xing's shoes.
He admitted that he regretted taking Chen Xing to see his second uncle.
Lin Xiucheng has a hard heart and is not moved by life and death, but seeing Chen Xing holding the gun with a pair of pale and slender hands of a young man, his hands trembling slightly, just like himself when he hadn't turned bad, he suddenly felt It was stupid to bring Chen Xing over and let him shoot.
He can make Chen Xing go bad, or he doesn't want to make Chen Xing go bad. Lin Xiucheng is the manipulator, and this doesn't need to be proved by anything.