Double A sequelae

The sky was dark and dark among the clouds.

Jian Fan held a black umbrella and stood at the entrance of the nursing home. The mud under his feet stained the soles of his shoes, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he looked ahead.

Cangxi Mountain Nursing Home is located in a remote location with barren hills running rampant. At best, it is clean and suitable for self-cultivation. At worst, it is deserted.I didn't see many people for ten days and half a month. Not long after, the director ran away with the money, and the big hospital became an abandoned hospital.

Jian Fan glanced around, and with long legs, pushed open the mottled and rusty iron door. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, pressed a number and went out.

Beep...beep...the phone rang twice, and the phone was connected.

"Zhong..." He paused, staring at the painted inpatient building in front of him, and said coldly, "Where are you?"

"The rooftop? I'm downstairs in the inpatient department," Jian Fan raised his umbrella slightly, calculating the height of the building in his heart, "Of course I came alone."

There are seven floors in total.

he thinks.

The view from the roof is extremely wide, and the mountains can be seen here at a glance. I don't know if it is Jian Fan's illusion. After he climbed to the roof, it rained a lot.

The thin middle-aged man was standing on the edge of the roof, with his arms behind his back and without an umbrella, letting the rain wet his clothes.

"Here we come," he turned his head in the rain, his eyes were as loving as before, as if the two of them were still the same as before, "Sit down, there is hot tea prepared."

"Drinking tea on a rainy day," Jian Fan smiled rather coldly, and mocked, "Uncle Zhong is really in a good mood."

Zhong Zhi didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in his tone, and while walking east, he said leisurely: "Pine flowers make wine, spring water brews tea, this rainwater is the real source of water."

On the east side of the roof there is a small table with complete utensils, and because of the rainy weather, a big black umbrella is also caged.

The two sat opposite each other calmly, Zhong Zhi poured him a cup of tea, and said with nostalgia: "Young Master, I watched him grow up. When I was young, whenever I drank tea, you always liked to share it with me." A glass."

Jian Fan pressed his finger on the teacup without speaking, and stared at the umbrella standing beside him.

"It's just that the young master is getting older now," Zhong Zhimu said sadly, "I'm an old man, too, and I'm confused. I've done many things that I'm sorry to you, and I don't dare to ask for your forgiveness anymore."

"Uncle Zhong, I can let go of the past." Jian Fan turned his eyes to look at him, and stopped beating around the bush, "Where is my father now?"

The sound of rain beating on the umbrella surface brought a chill, Zhong Zhi's fingers tightly gripped the teacup, he was old and couldn't bear the cold anymore, after a long while, he loosened his grip and said vaguely, "I'm still can not tell you."

Jian Fan looked at him.

The corners of his eyes are full of wrinkles, and his eyes are full of vicissitudes, "Do you know why you were suddenly involved in a car accident a year ago?"

Jian Fan's tone remained unchanged: "Why?"

Zhong Zhi didn't answer his question directly, but looked at the rain outside, and recalled: "It's not the first time your father had a stroke, but he had symptoms of a stroke two years ago." He paused, looked at the Glancing at Jian Fan, he said with a little sneer, "Fortunately, he was sent to the hospital in time, and he was rescued, but there were still sequelae."

Jian Fan was taken aback, he didn't know about it.

At that time, he had just entered the first year of high school. Because of his mother, he was not close to his father, so he seldom went home.

He still remembers that it was a rainy night, he was reviewing his homework in the dormitory, and was forced to go home by a phone call from his father.

It was raining heavily that day. When he got home, the clock in the living room just pointed to nine. Jian Fan rushed in with the rain, and saw Jian Bohong sitting at the side of the dining table, as if he was waiting for him to eat.

Jian Fan was very irritable at the time, the rain wetted his hair on his forehead, and he glanced at the food coldly: "I've eaten, let's go upstairs first."

"Bang" sound.

The sound of porcelain bowls breaking.

The rain was still slapping on the window frantically, Jian Bohong's cheeks were tense, and he shouted angrily: "Stop. You are really my good son. You haven't come home for several months. It's hard to go home once. You don't even have a meal. Willing to eat with me." His cheeks flushed slightly in anger, he took a few breaths, and said loudly, "Do you still have my father in your eyes?"

Jian Fan turned a deaf ear to his anger, and glanced at Jian Bohong's left arm that was stiff at his side. He noticed something weird, but he didn't take it seriously.

He just thought he was angry with himself, and he stepped up the steps, and he heard his voice say without a trace of ups and downs: "I still have homework, I'm going upstairs."

"Remember?" Zhong Zhi said, "He was afraid that he would fall ill again in the future and die suddenly, so he wrote a will in advance and divided all the property to you. Your father insisted on letting you go home that day. The relationship between the two of you, casually mention the will."

The huge black umbrella couldn't block all the rain. A few drops of rain splashed on his neck, which was cold to the bone. He wiped it with his fingers, "The source of all the problems is because of that will, right?"

"Yes," Zhong Zhi said, "your father gave you most of the company's shares. You are his own son, so it should be given to you. However, this person has no such thing as whether he should or should not." The tea on the table was already cold, but Zhong Zhi didn't care. He took a sip, sighed and said, "Human nature is greedy. Your father has been in business for decades, but in the end, he still fell on his own people."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense to him!"

Jian Fan raised his eyes, Zhao Shiyin walked over in the dense rain curtain, holding a red umbrella and stepping on red high heels.She stared at Jian Fan as if suddenly poisoned, and said in a vicious voice: "You really dare to come alone?"

"I'm afraid of you?" Jian Fan squinted at her, then turned to Zhong Zhi and said, "So, what do you want me to do today?"

"It's very simple." Zhao Shiyin's lips were bright red, she didn't have the slightest gentleness before, she put away her little red umbrella, and said calmly, "Your father has notarized the will, if you want to change it, unless you The heir will modify it himself."

"As long as you agree to amend the will," Zhong Zhi got up to make way for Zhao Shiyin, "your father will return home intact."

"Revise? Why should I revise?" Jian Fan stood up. He was clearly a high school student, but his face showed a cruelty that didn't suit his age. "My father's property was originally given to me. Why should I give it to you people?" outsider?"

Zhao Shiyin looked at him in disbelief: "What did you say?"

Jian Fanren is usually a bit cold, but he still cares about his father. She was a little surprised that he could say such a thing, and she screamed, "That's your real father."

"What's the matter?" Jian Fan's eyes were deep, and he didn't seem to care about what she said just now.

Zhao Shiyin lost her composure by his attitude. Not long after, she laughed again, "You think I can let your father go? Hahaha, let me tell you, Jian Fan, it's impossible," she paused, and suddenly The painting style changed and said, "Actually, I met your father before your mother died. How about it, I can't think of it."

Her voice was high-pitched, her voice distorted in the rain, and she was particularly permeable: "I always thought that your father was very affectionate to your mother, but I just used a little trick, and he was hooked. Your mother's hundred-day grave is gone!" However, he couldn't wait to marry me back home."

The dark clouds were about to sink, and the sky became very dark. Jian Fan pinched his palms with his fingertips to prevent himself from losing his composure. Zhong Zhi stood on one side, his back bent for a moment, and he sighed inaudibly.

Zhao Shiyin let out a sharp laugh, Jian Fan looked at her distorted face, after a long while, he suddenly said: "You have killed several times, but it was all because of your son."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Zhao Shiyin stared at him and said, "What did you say?"

"You think your son is disgusting, right?" Jian Fan said coldly, "But that is your own son, you can't bear to do it, you can only turn all your hatred on me."

"Stop talking." Her face was pale, "Shut up."

Jian Fan said: "Just, guess, does your son hate you or thank you?"

Zhao Shiyin yelled again: "Shut up."

Zhao Chenheng is her Ni Lin, her everything, and she absolutely does not allow her son to have any stains.Her head seemed to explode right now, smashing the tea set on the table. In an instant, lightning struck and the black umbrella fell down.

Three people were exposed to the rain at the same time.

"Since you don't agree to the modification, then," Zhao Shiyin's madness has been concealed, and the black rumbling wound is facing Jian Fan, "you are dead, and the effect will be the same."

There was a cold arc on the corner of her mouth, "And your father, I will send him down later, and you father and son will be reunited together."

The rain fell, wet Jian Fan's hair, and the water on his forehead flowed down the tip of his hair. He said calmly, "Shoot."

Zhong Zhi couldn't bear to look at Jian Fan, his voice seemed to be ten years old, "Young master, just agree, I beg you."

"Shut up," Zhao Shiyin looked at him viciously, "don't think I don't want to know what good deeds you did when I asked you to kill him for the first time. You secretly entrusted Su with things that are more than failures. Don't think I don't know about Bai Ying."

Zhong Zhi was stunned: "You know?"

After all, he watched Jian Fan grow up, so he couldn't kill him after all, thinking that as long as he could change Jian Bohong's will, it would be all right. After all, how could a vegetative person inherit the company.

It's just that I didn't expect that the stubborn old man would never change his life.

"You betrayed me a long time ago." Zhao Shiyin pulled the trigger without looking at him, "This time, you can't save him no matter what."

Her red fingertips are particularly bright in the rain, just like the smile blooming on her lips at this moment.

She never wanted Jian Fan to walk out alive today.

Once Jian Fan died, Zhong Zhi, the scapegoat, came in handy.

As for that bad old man, you can let him live two more days for the time being.

The arc of her mouth is getting bigger and bigger, clearly counting the countdown: "3, 2... 1."

"boom"

A shot went off.

……

The heavy rain was pouring, washing away the dilapidated nursing home, and mud, water and rust were mixed together.

The two figures were entangled in the rain, Qi Jue's clothes were already soaked, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, and looked wildly, "What the hell do you want to do with Jian Fan?"

Zhao Chenheng got up from the ground, half of his body was covered with mud and water, his eyes were dark, he curled his lips, and smiled evilly: "Guess."

Qi Jue stared at his face, caught a strange feeling in this smile, his pores shivered in the cold, without thinking, grabbed his neckline, and punched it down.

"Fool, I guess your mother."

"My mother is here too," Zhao Chenheng said, "You guessed right."

"Fuck," Qi Jue cursed, and the two wrestled together again, "Are you fucking sick?"

The sky was gloomy, the old buildings covered the sky, the rain splashed, and there was no dry place on their bodies.Suddenly, a gunshot rang in the ears of the two.

"boom"

It exploded in my ears like a thunderbolt.

The two stopped their movements at the same time, Qi Jue's face suddenly turned pale, and without caring about Zhao Chenheng, he got up suddenly and rushed upstairs.

There was a roar in his ears, all because of the gunshot just now.

Don't let it happen again.

I beg you.

No accident.

He felt that the legs were no longer his own, and that was not possible, so he could go faster, and faster.

The wind on the roof was very strong, and he could clearly hear the sound whistling past his ears. Qi Jue didn't care about the broken hair covering his eyes, but from his angle, he could only see Jian Fan's back half nestled on the ground.

With a trembling voice, he shouted in despair: "Jian Fan."