Ever since Chen Xing got a sum of money on his bedside table, he has been thinking about spending some of it.
He no longer has a girlfriend to spend money on, so he's going to go shopping at the mall and buy himself something big brother-like.
When Chen Xing was young, an art teacher saw that he was loved by others and gave him a homemade coin purse. Chen Xing carries it with him every day, but he never has half a cent in his wallet.
When he was in junior high school, sister Xiaoyu came to the orphanage and saw that the change purse in his schoolbag was empty, stuffing a few notes that the little girl handed him at random, and sometimes putting the leftover change from shopping into Chen Xing's wallet
Chen Xing doesn't have much desire for anything. When he goes out, there are gangster brothers of unknown origin who invite him to dinner, smoke other people's cigarettes and drink other people's wine. Everyone in the circle of gangsters in small cities knows that Chen Xing from Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School is good-looking. Hard, is a potential stock on the road in the future, everyone is rushing to get in touch with him, he has never tasted what it is like to be rich, and he is not short of anything.
The money and notes in the small change purse were untouched. He brought them to England and threw them into a drawer in the room.
Now, the drawer is neatly stacked with money blocks with the Queen's face printed on them.
Chen Xing weighed a few dollars, stuffed them into his schoolbag, checked "London shopping spots" and "the most luxurious places" on the computer, went downstairs to hire a taxi, and went straight to Sale on Oxford Street. Furridge.
He entered a jewelry store with a shining golden door, carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, reviewing the diamond watches on the counter, thinking about which one he could buy with enough money.
The pretty white sales lady asked him politely if there was anything she could do to help him. Chen Xing said, just take a look.
Two people came in at the door, they looked like a father and son, Chen Xing turned his back to them, he didn't notice at first, until the boy uttered a cry.
"Dad, this watch is so beautiful!" His voice was as sweet as honey, and Chen Xing couldn't help but glance back. A mixed-race boy coquettishly held the arm of a Chinese middle-aged man. This man was Chen Xing's biological father.
He also saw Chen Xing, and was stunned for two seconds, he looked surprised: "Why are you here?"
"Why can't I be here?" Chen Xing asked strangely, "Where should I be?"
Chen Xing's biological father frowned, took a step back, and pulled the young man away. The young man asked him, "Who is that?"
He walked quickly like a god of plague, comforting the young man: "An irrelevant person."
For no reason, Chen Xing was called "insignificant" and felt very upset. He walked to the counter that the two had just seen and asked, "Which watch was he looking at just now?"
The salesman unlocked the window and took out a watch, which was indeed beautiful.
"How much?" he asked.
The salesman said a figure, the cash he brought must not be enough, Chen Xing hesitated.
At the same time, there was a thick file lying on Lin Xiucheng's desk.
It has been more than three months since Lin Xiucheng became Chen Xing's guardian. Lin Xiucheng never trusted him, not to mention that Chen Xing's background was unknown. He asked someone to do a detailed investigation on Chen Xing.
Chen Xing's experience in Qingcheng can be easily described in a single page, but the reasons for his birth and his mother are not so easy to find. When he was born, the Chen family was in the limelight and covered up many things with money and power. Now sixteen years have passed, and the truth has long been buried under layers of bricks and stones.
The investigators spent a lot of effort and traveled to several countries to find out the cause and effect of Chen Xing's life experience. They made a document about Chen Xing that he didn't know about him, and handed it to Lin Xiu Inheritance.
Lin Xiucheng opened the file and looked at it carefully.
Chen Xing's mother is Lu Yao, a girl born in an ordinary family. She was the only daughter in the family, and she went bankrupt and sent her to Austria to learn violin. In the photo, Lu Yao is pure and beautiful, with the shyness of Xiaojiabiyu.
Chen Xing's biological father, Chen Zian, met Lu Yao while traveling in Austria, and the two young people fell in love.
The Chen family naturally objected to Chen Zian marrying such a little girl with no background, but at that time Lu Yao was already pregnant, and the two had enough water to drink. In order to avoid the control of the Chen family, they eloped back to China and gave birth to Chen Xing in Qingcheng. .
When Chen Xing was only five months old, Chen Zian realized that love was not enough to feed him, and he could not live in such a poor life as a young master, so he contacted the Chen family and returned to England.
Lu Yao gave birth out of wedlock, and she dared not contact her family who had high expectations for her, so she could only do odd jobs and raise Chen Xing alone. Under the heavy pressure, she suffered from depression. Finally, one morning, she sent Chen Xing Abandoned at the gate of the Qingcheng Orphanage, he went back to the small rental room and swallowed the sleeping pills he had prepared for a long time.
After returning home, Chen Zian married the daughter of a wealthy British businessman, and the two gave birth to a son who was loved by thousands of people. Over the years, wealthy British businessmen went bankrupt, and the Chen family gradually declined. They never thought of looking for this grandson who was living abroad.
Last year, Chen Zian's wife passed away. He thought of his eldest son. When he returned to China, he went to Qingcheng to search randomly and found Chen Xing. Originally, he really wanted Chen Xing to recognize his ancestor and return to his clan. In the final analysis, he and Lu Yao fell in love once.
Before the formalities were completed, something happened to the Chen family.
A real estate project that was desperately invested in China was half completed, and a big scandal spread. For this project, the loan company of the Chen family and Lin Xiucheng borrowed a lot of money. Originally, the house could be sold at the opening, but now the principal has been collected. not coming back. Lin Xiucheng's second uncle heard that the Chen family had a young son who was good-looking, so he became malicious and asked them to bring that son out for Lin Xiucheng to play with.
The Chen family panicked now, the youngest son was their family's treasure, so Chen Zian was certainly not willing to part with it. He came up with an idea - he originally wanted to bring Chen Xing to the UK quietly, and tell the elders in the family when it was done.
Chen Zian told his father that instead of blaming him for his self-assertion, his father praised him for doing a good job, so the formalities for recognizing his son were canceled, and he found a language school for Chen Xing and issued an offer and a visa. to go abroad.
Lin Xiucheng looked at the file, but couldn't tell what it was like.
Not long after Chen Xing was born, Chen Zian abandoned him, and now Chen Xing is living like a fish in water in Qingcheng, he hurried to recognize him, but halfway through, he pushed him out to humiliate his youngest son.
There are still some missing files in the documents, even the photocopies of the test papers for Chen Xing's surgery when he fought with someone at the age of fourteen, and there are also many cases where Chen Xing went to the hospital to see injuries and dispense medicine. Chen Xing's life these years is very different from that of Chen Zian's youngest son. When Chen Zian's youngest son was wearing luxury brand children's clothing and was studying in aristocratic kindergarten, Chen Xing was fighting and tearing at the corner of the orphanage. Chen Zian His youngest son was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and was loved all the time, while Chen Xing had nothing.
For a father like Chen Zian, living in this world is meaningless.
Lin Xiucheng's computer screen opened the photo that Gu Qing took for Chen Xing. In the photo, Chen Xing was leaning on the iron railing of Tower Bridge, smiling proudly and proudly. He put the documents into the shredder one by one. Chen Xing shouldn't know about these things.
Lin Xiucheng called his subordinates: "In the future, the monitoring in Chen Xing's room and the monitoring on the mobile phone should be removed."
Not long after, Chen Xing called Lin Xiucheng.
"Dad, I see a beautiful watch!"
Chen Xing couldn't help but imitate that boy's tone, Lin Xiucheng frowned: "Speak well."
"I want to buy a watch, but it's very expensive. Can I swipe your card?" He returned to normal and reported the number that the salesman told him just now.
"Just swipe your card," Lin Xiucheng said, "Don't ask me for such cheap things in the future."
Chen Xing paid the money, registered the information for the sales lady, stuffed the exquisite shopping bag into his schoolbag, and walked out of the mall.
His mind is full of the appearance of his biological father and the mixed-race boy.
That should be his half-brother. He looks like a young master who doesn't know much about the world. His chestnut hair is carefully groomed, soft and shiny. He is dressed very delicately and beautifully. His expression is full of dependence on his father. .
Chen Xing scratched his hair, then looked down at the flip-flops on his feet. His five snow-white toes were exposed in the wind and rain, unkempt and sloppy.
But today he bought the watch his younger brother wanted to buy. Chen Xing touched the schoolbag with his backhand, thinking, it was given to him by his current father, and it was no worse than that boy's.
He kept walking on the road, not in a high mood, and happened to pass by a supermarket. He entered the store and wanted to buy some cigarettes and alcohol to relieve his boredom. The clerk looked at his face and asked him for a passport. Chen Xing's passport was in his bag, but he was under eighteen years old. Chen Xing sighed and returned home.
Lin Xiucheng was already at home for the first time. Chen Xing looked at the wall clock on the wall and said, "What time is it? Are you unemployed?"
"What watch did you buy, show me." Lin Xiucheng typed on his laptop and asked him when he came back.
Chen Xing sat down, crossed his legs, unzipped his schoolbag, took out a packing bag, and threw it to Lin Xiucheng.
Lin Xiucheng took out the box, opened it, and studied it for a while: "It's a very ordinary watch."
Chen Xing pursed his lips, thought for a while, and asked Lin Xiucheng, "Do you have any wine? And cigarettes."
Lin Xiucheng raised his head and observed him carefully: "Are you unhappy?"
"Is there any?" Chen Xing hugged his knees and looked at him.
Lin Xiucheng got up, went to the wine cabinet to find a bottle of XO, and found Chen Xing's green tea drink from the refrigerator, put it on the coffee table, and said, "If you don't have any cigarettes, just drink this."
"Foreign wine," Chen Xing muttered, "I've only ever drank Heifang, the kind mixed with water."
Lin Xiucheng laughed at him while fighting for him: "In London, you are a foreigner."
Chen Xing picked up the glass and took a sip: "It doesn't smell like wine at all."
Lin Xiucheng's wine was not weak, and Chen Xing became slightly tipsy after drinking several times.
He said to Lin Xiucheng: "Lin Xiucheng, if I can choose my father, I must choose someone like you."
Lin Xiucheng knew that something must have happened to Chen Xing during the day, so he didn't ask, but just followed him and said, "How am I?"
"Strong." Chen Xing lowered his eyes and swung his wine glass before saying.
Chen Xing is rebellious, he is too beautiful, and the situation is more difficult than others. He must be very strong, so that people in all directions can be convinced and dare not take his ideas.
The edge of the lower bunk where Chen Xing slept in the Qingcheng Orphanage, the wall was covered with posters of boxing stars. Chen Xing longed to become stronger, not because he disdained tenderness, but he never got it, so he never would. demand.
"If I had fired that shot, would everything be different now?" Chen Xing muttered to himself.
Lin Xiucheng looked at Chen Xing's drunkenness and his still clean hands, and told him, "I hope you never have a chance to shoot."