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Once again, Ren Mingqing was left alone in Xu's house, facing the mess caused by Xu Jingzhi, she didn't know what to do.He stood upright on the spot, and glanced at Xu Lao from time to time.After 15 minutes, Elder Xu relaxed his body stiff on the sofa, and sighed softly.He raised his eyes and found that Ren Mingqing was still there, and signaled to the door with his eyes: "Walk with me."

The two walked out of the community one after the other and walked around the lake.The moon is full in the sky, and the lake is a quiet and silent black silk, far away from the hustle and bustle.

"You guys are so young, how can you have so much to write?" After a long silence, Mr. Xu finally spoke.Even Ren Mingqing couldn't answer this question, and Mr. Xu laughed at himself, "I can't make it up."

He paused, and then said: "Tell me, did I owe them in my previous life? I never let them suffer wronged since I was a child, and I raised them up one by one as young masters, bought whatever they wanted, and arranged their futures well." If they are careful and comprehensive, as long as they follow the instructions, they will be able to succeed in life, gain both fame and fortune, why don’t they want it? I have tried my best to do their best, why did they all become like this?”

"They didn't go bad." Ren Mingqing thought for a while, and explained to him peacefully, "It is because you educated them well that they became independent individuals who can think and have abilities. What they have done It’s not that they want to live a bad life, they are full of longing for the future just like you. It’s just that they have their own definition of what is considered a “good” life.”

When Mr. Xu heard the phrase "They don't want to make their lives miserable", he froze.He shook his head, "Isn't it good to be a businessman with such a rich family? Why do you want to write novels?"

Ren Mingqing replied in a low voice: "Everyone has his own aspirations."

Old Xu said: "You said last time that novels give people hope, right? But it's too hard." He turned his back suddenly, facing the endless lake, shaking his head, "It's too hard Already have to stay up late, write so late, and work during the day..."

Ren Mingqing realized that he was crying.The tall and majestic Mr. Xu, who was always calm in front of people, trembled under the moonlight at this moment, and his black hair turned white.

Ren Mingqing stepped forward to hand over a tissue, and Mr. Xu suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly.His hands were trembling with cold, his eyes were so weak and sad, he grabbed him and kept babbling: "He died of liver cancer...he was so young, but he got cancer...so don't write any more." The old man told him with tears all over his face, "Don't write any more..."

When he said this, he slowly bent down and grabbed his chest.

Ren Mingqing also cried.He is kind by nature, and it is easy to empathize with others, and he is the same author as the eldest son of the Xu family, so this empathy is even stronger.

He mourned so much that he didn't notice Elder Xu's abnormality at first.It wasn't until Mr. Xu passed out and went into shock that he realized that it wasn't sadness, but a pathological attack.

At this time, they were far away in the wilderness, and the trails in the lake area were empty, and he didn't even bring his mobile phone.Ren Mingqing frantically took out Mr. Xu's cell phone and wanted to call the police, but the moment the screen turned on, he unexpectedly saw a familiar face, a face he thought he would never see again for eternity...

Zhuang Mo arranged everything and asked his colleagues to pay attention to the fermentation of Bai Shangshang's scandal, while he rushed to the detention center without stopping.Up to now, there is only one last riddle left in Ren Mingqing's past: what happened on the day he had a conflict with Jiang Yong.He needs to face the darkest moment in Ren Mingqing's life.

Jiang Yong didn't dare to tell the truth.He repeatedly said that Ren Mingqing was sorry for him, but never mentioned what he did to Ren Mingqing.No matter how Zhuang Mo tried both hard and soft, Jiang Yong would either muddle through or keep silent.His cunning eyes dodged, even though Zhuang Mo promised not to blame the past, and promised to get him out of here as soon as he knew the situation, he was still unmoved.

Zhuang Mo's heart sank suddenly, and he understood from the silence how much that incident would hurt Ren Mingqing: Jiang Yong himself knew that what he did would not be easily forgiven, so he had no hope at all that Zhuang Mo would be hurt because of it. He told the truth and let him go.

"It's useless." Zhuang Mo shook out a cigarette, lit it for himself, and began to report their names one by one, "Fang Liang, Bai Yijia, Jiang Hongbo."

Jiang Yong's face changed.He didn't expect Zhuang Mo to get to this point.

"You think I can't do anything if you don't talk? You were not the only one who fought that day. I got all their contact information." Zhuang Mo stubbed out the cigarette in front of him, turned and left.

Jiang Yong finally didn't have the courage to call him.

For so many years in the past, he took it for granted that Ren Mingqing was not substantially harmed by their playfulness, but he himself lost an arm and his entire life because of that incident. It was Ren Mingqing who owed him, without a doubt.

But in Zhuang Mo's fierce and murderous eyes, he was slightly shaken.Maybe what they did was unbearable for Ren Mingqing?He recalled Ren Mingqing's struggle, Ren Mingqing's fear, Ren Mingqing's tears and despair, and also recalled the little unknown uneasiness in his heart - did they really go too far at that time?

Zhuang Mo came to Qingcheng Prison following the clues given by his friend.

He found everything he wanted in Ren Mingqing's hometown, except for the fight that caused Ren Mingqing to leave his hometown.That matter is so important. Before that, even though Ren Mingqing had been abused by Mother Jiang for a long time, he did not show any violent tendencies, but in that fight, his personality disintegrated in an instant, and Gao Yuan was born from this. Never left again.

This was a very important turning point, and every detail should not be missed, so he asked the dean about the whereabouts of the other students involved in the brawl.He expected that Jiang Yong might not be willing to tell the truth.

Fang Liang, Bai Yijia, and Jiang Hongbo, these former fellow villagers have been working away from home for many years. Zhuang Mo spent almost all his resources to find out the whereabouts of these three people. One of them happened to be in city B, squatting in prison.On the way to the prison, Zhuang Mo always had an ominous feeling of facing the final trial.

Bai Yijia's age is logically similar to that of Ren Mingqing and Jiang Yong, but at first glance, Zhuang Mo felt that this person was already 40 years old.He was short and thin, with dark skin, shaved head, spoke a strong local accent, and had vacant eyes. He asked him for two cigarettes in 5 minutes.He looked like an honest farmer, or an ordinary migrant worker, but he was sentenced to 20 years for rape and intentional homicide.

"Oh, you said little cripple..." Bai Yijia didn't take much time to remember him, "He is the stepson of the Jiang family, but Jiang Yong's father was killed. Help him beat him together. We beat him when we see him, we beat him when we see him, sometimes in the playground, sometimes in the field. But we don't hit him in the face, we usually kick him in the stomach. Once I beat him His face was pressed into the toilet, and he started crying."

Bai Yijia said, laughing, the smile is not evil, it can even be called simple and honest, he thinks this matter itself is quite funny in his heart, there is no presupposition of good and evil.

Zhuang Mo clenched his fists: "He later crippled Jiang Yong's arm, do you remember this incident?"

Bai Yijia's smile gradually disappeared, and fear appeared on his face: "Remember! Remember! When Teacher An came, he threatened us that if we bullied the little cripple again, we wouldn't have to go to class. We couldn't have fun in school. That day We went out to play after school, and we ran into the little cripple in Nitougou. He wanted to run to the neighboring village, but Jiang Hongbo ran fast and caught him. Jiang Yong said that he would drown him, because his father was there Nitougou was drowned. He was standing on the stone to watch, Fang Liang and Jiang Hongbo each pressed the little cripple's arm, and I pressed his head." Seeing Zhuang Mo's eyes about to kill, Bai Yijia comforted him Smiling, "Jiang Yong talked about it every day, saying that he was going to drown him in Nitougou. We often played with him like this. Just play with children, and he wouldn't really drown him."

He took a puff of cigarette and continued, "After playing for a while that day, the little cripple lost his strength and pretended to be dizzy, kicking him a few times made no sound. Fang Liang asked if he would die, so he tore off his clothes , pressed his belly there. He spit a few mouthfuls of water, and just yelled over there. I saw his belly was white, and told them, this little lame looks like a Japanese woman in the town’s video room, hehe .”

Before he could finish speaking, he was strangled by the neck and picked up. The other side suddenly withdrew his hand, and he slammed his head against the iron window.The man who came to visit the prison was originally decent and elegant, but now his eyes turned red and he gritted his teeth and asked, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Bai Yijia's peaceful expression disappeared, and he sped up his speech in horror: "I was just joking, just kidding... We were busy saving him, and that wild dog came. That wild dog Usually running around on the mountain, it looks like a wolf—it might really be a wolf, who knows—it doesn’t pay attention to anyone, just kisses the little cripple, and when it sees us beating him, it goes to bed. We rushed up from the hillside to drive us away. The four of us spent a lot of effort to beat it to death. We peeled the skin and ate dog meat. The little lame woke up after smelling the scent. We came up with a very interesting idea and roasted dog meat for him. Eat. He seems to know what kind of meat it is, and he refuses to eat it, so we stuffed it into his mouth..." He looked at Zhuang Mo fearfully, "As a result, he went crazy after taking a bite."