The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Yanjiu put the phone back into his pocket. The phone was slightly warm and vibrated occasionally.

Yanjiu knew that he was not completely unrelated to this world.

Thousands of human connections and sophistication were woven into a large web, trapping him into the world.

On the contrary, Shang Jing seems to be really carefree.

There are no relatives he cares about, no responsibilities that he has to bear, and many worldly desires, because Shang Jing was born with something that others may not get even if they spend their whole lives.

When the mobile phone went silent, there was only the sound of wind and each other's breathing, and the atmosphere settled down unconsciously.

Yanjiu turned his head and looked at Shang Jing. Shang Jing was standing alone with his hands in his pockets, the wind fluttering the hem of his clothes and blowing the ends of his hair.

But Shang Jing's body was still calm, and his sharp brows showed nonchalance.

At this time, Shang Jing suddenly said: "Does it look good?"

Yanjiu was startled for a moment, then realized what Shang Jing was asking, and he smiled helplessly:

“To be honest, I don’t have much research on human beauty and ugliness, and I don’t have a very keen perception.

I only know that I am an ordinary person among the crowd, barely the comely type.

As for Shang Jing, you...should be good-looking. "

Hearing this, Shang Jing turned his head to look at Yanjiu, and finally looked into Yanjiu's eyes. He said seriously:

"Your eyes are beautiful... so gorgeous."

It always makes people feel weird when a man praises another man for his beautiful eyes and even uses the word "gorgeous".

So Yanjiu quietly changed the topic:

"Shang Jing, have you really lost contact with all those people in your family?

The things you did... really don't seem like things a family head would do. "

Realizing that the new topic was a bit out of bounds, Yanjiu then added:

"Of course I don't mean any harm, I'm just asking casually, you don't have to answer me."

However, Shang Jing didn't mind this problem at all:

"But Yanjiu, have you ever thought that I have worked hard to reach the position of the head of the family, shouldn't I just do whatever I want and do what I like?

Otherwise, how can we be worthy of the dim years in the past? "

Yanjiu: "What?"

Shang Jing looked calm and said:

"When I was born, my luck was lingering, and the ghosts disappeared. It was a rare occurrence in my family for hundreds of years.

Since I was a child, I have been separated from my mother and forced to practice day and night.

I was still young at that time, and every move, word and deed had to be done according to the rules of the elders in the clan.

The elders always say that this is for my own good and to make me stronger, but no one asks me if I want to become stronger.

The most they say is that only the strong have the right to speak.

Later, I grew up and became stronger as they wished. Those people wanted me to be their tool.

But they forgot that they said that only the strong have the right to speak.

Therefore, I am also happy to use my power as a strong man to wipe out those eyesores that should be wiped out and drive away those that should be driven away.

Isn’t the suffering you endured in the past just for being so unscrupulous now? "

With the cold wind whistling in his ears, Yanjiu didn't feel that what Shang Jing did was right or wrong. There is no strict right or wrong in this world, but there is cause and effect.

Yanjiu's house is located on a higher ground, and you can see most of Yanyang from the rooftop.

The luck of the Shang family and the lights of the Shang Group are very dazzling in the night.

Yanjiu said sincerely: "No matter what, Shang Jing is indeed thriving."

Shang Jing sneered:

"Because I have eradicated those rotten things. To be honest, it is not just the Shang family. Corruption is deeply rooted in all the major warlock families.

But those families are reluctant to use the knife...for example, the Bai family. "

Yanjiu raised his forehead and smiled: "Bai family? Bai Xingjian has just come to power, and his foundation is still shallow. It is too early for him to move.

As for Bai Xiucheng, he has that ability, but he doesn't care about the Bai family at all. I even think that the Bai family has nothing to do with him. "

Shang Jing turned his head to look at Yanjiu and suddenly sighed:

"Bai Xiucheng... Actually, if there is anyone in this world who is like Bai Xiucheng, that person must be you."

As he spoke, the New Year's Eve fireworks bloomed in the air, intertwined with the lights of thousands of houses, which was particularly heart-warming. An imperceptible smile appeared on Yanjiu's lips:

"But Bai Xiucheng and I are different after all. I am a little warmer than him."

If it was half a year ago, Yanjiu would not have said such a thing, but now he is confident that he is warmer than Bai Xiucheng.

Shang Jing looked at Yanjiu and suddenly felt that Yanjiu was a little different from when he first met him.

Like a dry piece of wood, soft branches suddenly grow out, tentatively wrapping around the world.

After another period of silence, Shang Jing suddenly spoke:

"I just told you about me. I'm sincere for sincerity. Also tell me why you came down the mountain?"

Exchange sincerity for sincerity? Yanjiu touched his chest, which was beating extremely hard. It seemed that he had not really told anyone why he went down the mountain.

It seems that he has never told anyone about his master's innocent heart.

Feng Yang died on an isolated mountain, and Yan Jiu and another traveling senior brother cremated Feng Yang.

Yanjiu didn't shed a single tear during the whole process. Normally, it seemed like he was just sending a stranger to heaven.

Yanjiu spoke softly, not knowing whether he was talking to Shang Jing or talking to himself, talking about the past years in the mountains.

"I am the complete opposite of you. You were born with high hopes, but I was born as an outcast.

But it was nothing. I wasn’t particularly sad or concerned. I just felt that the world was a bit boring at that time. After all, no one in that world loved me.

When I was 11 years old, I ran to the cliff to think about life.

Speaking of which, it was quite interesting. At that time, I met a half-year-old brother, who was young and mature.

He advised me that when I grow up, people who love me will naturally appear. "

Hearing this, Shang Jing froze. He looked at Yanjiu, his eyes unblinking, as if he was trying to find the appearance of the little boy on the cliff through Yanjiu's face.

That year... the little boy he met on the edge of the cliff, the little boy with a wrinkled face... had grown so big.

He grew up intact.

Shang Jing even had fairy tales in his mind.

The princess fell into a deep sleep, waiting for the prince to kiss her awake.

Yanjiu fell into a heartless and desireless time, just waiting for the person who loves him to appear.

Yanjiu was a little embarrassed when Shang Jing looked at him: "What are you looking at me for?"

Shang Jing said calmly: "You continue... I haven't finished talking about my little brother yet."

For some reason, Yanjiu felt that the word "little brother" was bitten hard by Shang Jing, and it also had a lingering flavor.