The Strongest Division [Quick Transmigration]

The author has something to say: the story of Zhao Yuan in this chapter (there is a little angel who really likes it, so he took the initiative to write the extra episode, but he may not like it after reading the extra episode 233).A little newspaper.I have tried my best to avoid uncomfortable plots and deleted excessively dark parts, so you can jump if you don't like it.The last two chapters are high sugar reconciliation.

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I solemnly declare that Zhao Yuan's three views are very crooked, not my own three views! ! !

"Brother-in-law, nothing happened between you and my sister, right? Why is she always absent-minded recently?" After Chu Zhiqing went downstairs, when he was sure that the mother and son in the room could not hear him, he stopped and asked Zhao Yuan .

Zhao Yuan lowered his eyebrows and smiled apologetically, "Maybe I've been busy with work recently and neglected her."

Chu Zhiqing looked at him in surprise: "If you are cold-hearted, there are not many considerate people in the world."

Chu Zhiqing is not good at expressing, he doesn't show it on the surface, but in his heart he admires his brother-in-law who is handsome, capable, and makes people feel relaxed and comfortable when getting along with him. It is no exaggeration to say that he has never seen someone as perfect as his brother-in-law .Back then when his sister married Zhao Yuan, even though his father objected, he was really happy.

He patted Zhao Yuan's arm, and in his tone of intimacy, he persuaded: "Go back and have a good talk with my sister. The one in my family, used to be so tired that I had a headache. Recently, I don't feel comfortable anymore. God, when I asked, she said it was to see that I was busy and afraid that I would be tired. My sister is not a person who is not empathetic."

"Yeah." Zhao Yuan smiled, "I'll have a good communication with your sister."

Only then did Chu Zhiqing feel relieved, and when he remembered something, he turned his head again, looked at the dark sky outside, and said, "I really don't know what's going on recently, it's especially not peaceful."

Zhao Yuan didn't speak, just quietly lit a cigarette and handed him the cigarette case.

Chu Zhiqing gratefully held a cigarette in his mouth, bowed his head, borrowed a fire from Zhao Yuan's hand, and started smoking.

A heavy smoking habit may be Zhao Yuan's only shortcoming that can be called a shortcoming, but this person can always control it very well, and he is very considerate of the occasion and other people's feelings when smoking, so that he never makes people feel disgusted.

Moreover, in the eyes of Chu Zhiqing, who was also a smoker in the past, smoking was not a big problem, and it was common for men to smoke in normal communication.

Chu Zhiqing's biological father, who came from a scholarly family, was so gentle and decent that he was an upright civil servant, but under the influence of his adoptive father who was a soldier, he became a nondescript smoker at a young age.It was after his marriage that his wife pestered him to quit smoking every day, and he finally got it under control.Right now, I'm very bored, and I'm addicted to cigarettes. This cigarette is a life-saving straw.

With one hand in his pocket, Chu Zhiqing brushed off the cigarette ash familiarly with the other, looked at the rain outside the corridor through the spectacle lenses splashed with rain, and suddenly said seriously: "You heard it. Some time ago, the superior was just punished A big man was accused of prostitution. The witnesses and the material evidence are convincing, the video has been leaked, and there is no way to argue. That uncle is very arrogant, and to prove his innocence, he wrote a suicide note and swallowed medicine at home."

Zhao Yuan didn't speak, just looked at the rain that was falling harder and harder in front of him, quietly smoking a cigarette, and seemed to be listening attentively.

"Our father was so angry that he called me overnight and asked me to investigate the nightclub that the lady was in. He said that the person was a good friend of my biological father. He knew my biological father, and it is absolutely impossible for him to make friends with that kind of person. It must be something to find out, and it will make people feel bad."

"But, who can be overshadowed by such a high position?" The more Chu Zhiqing talked, the more he felt blocked, he frowned deeply, and took another puff of his cigarette.

"Don't worry." Zhao Yuan patted his shoulder with the hand holding the cigarette, and said with a soothing smile, "No matter what, things will always have a result."

Chu Zhiqing looked at Zhao Yuan amidst the smog.Zhao Yuan has a pair of very good-looking eyes, originally a sharp and heroic shape, but because of his smile, they look narrow, soft, even charming, like a fox.

He has always admired his brother-in-law. Although he didn't get any particularly good advice this time as usual, it was still very useful. He smiled in relief: "Yeah."

Chu Zhiqing has a strong temper and is a little stuffy and doesn't like to express it. Since his sister found him such a good brother-in-law, it is rare for him to find someone who can complain.

After Chu Zhiqing finished speaking, he felt much happier, and finished smoking a cigarette contentedly, walked to the front of the car, remembered something and said: "By the way, brother-in-law, my dad asked you to go find him for a few drinks later. He has an old injury again, he has a bad heart, please tell him to pay attention."

Zhao Yuan looked at him and said with a smile, "Okay, definitely."

Watching Chu Zhiqing leave, Zhao Yuan stood in the rain and did not leave. The phone rang, and he picked it up as expected.

"How is it? This meeting ceremony cost a lot of money. You should show some sincerity." A harsh and unpleasant voice came from the other end of the phone.

Under the dim street lights, Zhao Yuan's eyes could not be seen clearly.He was wearing a thin, wet white shirt, standing in the dark rain, smoking a cigarette quietly, without speaking, the cigarette butt was half-extinguished by the rain, and the smoke was about to dissipate.

The person in the dark laughed, with an undisguised tone of deep desire to remember. "Brothers are near your house, come here."

Zhao Yuan casually exhaled a thin wisp of smoke, took the cigarette out of his mouth, stared at the cigarette butt that had been thoroughly soaked by the rain, and rubbed it with his fingers while still being interested.

Then, he licked his lips that were dry from the smoke, and then smiled and said, "Brother Quan, I may have some family matters to take care of tonight."

"Tomorrow at the latest." The voice over there was a little more impatient, but after seeing Zhao Yuan's obsessive attitude, he still smiled and persuaded: "Zhao Yuan, I have to remind you kindly, the swamp grows The things that come out can't be washed clean, you have always been a smart person, but don't get demoted if you get married."

When Zhao Yuan was walking upstairs, he saw a little boy standing on the stairs holding an umbrella.

"Dad, why did you stay outside for so long, I was about to bring you an umbrella. You are all wet."

Zhao Yuan didn't speak, just stared at the boy.

Everyone said that the boy looked too much like him, but he didn't feel it at all.

The eyes of the boy in front of him had no impurities at all, they were as pure as two pools of water, reflecting him like another person who was completely opposite to him.

Zhao Yuan only has one photo when he was a child, which was in an old newspaper. This is thanks to a certain powerful love rival who wanted to threaten him when he was about to become the son-in-law of the Chu family. Let him see the bottom up.

The boy in the newspaper was covered by someone's elbow, revealing only half of his face indistinctly, and there were scratches from a woman's fingernails on his face.He stood in the dark corner behind his pear-blossoming third mother who was being slapped by the main room and slapped and cried, his eyes were full of indifference and resentment that did not match his age.To his stupid biological mother who is obviously humble but wants to be sympathized by the nobles, and to the rich wife who is superior and bossy.

The kid from a rich family who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth slammed the newspaper in his face, and sneered arrogantly: "Zhao Yuan, you are a low-class trash who can't see the light. Are you also worthy of pursuing Xue Ran?"

Zhao Yuan quietly looked at the newspaper on the ground.

The snapshot in the yellowed old newspaper was the only photo of him and his short-lived and humble biological mother. He didn't cherish it at all. After dealing with the people who came to find fault, he walked over the newspaper with his leather shoes and let the employees treat them as garbage. Dealt with.

He seems to be a naturally cold-blooded animal.In front of his noble biological father and stepmother, he can pretend to be a cowardly and obedient child who has a very low sense of existence and only wants to have a family that can survive, while he has planned in his heart to trample them under his feet at all costs. crushed.

The rich man who used his background to mock him also ended up with a ruined family. He was even forced to buy and sell by a group of unknown hooligans. He personally experienced the feeling of being a chicken and was played to a mental disorder.

Zhao Yuan took the umbrella and looked at it. It was a transparent umbrella, very big, and it was warmed by the boy's arms just now. He smiled and said, "Thank you, Xiao Ze."

The boy smiled. Although he was young, he felt something in the dark, and asked curiously: "Dad, are you sick, and your complexion is not very good."

Zhao Yuan was still smiling, and gently touched his head with the cold hands that had been eroded by the wind and rain as usual, without saying a word.

Zhao Yuan went to the study, dealt with a lot of official business as usual, and then washed and returned to the room on time.

The woman next to the pillow was already sleeping with her back facing him. She was much thinner than when she was just married, her nightgown was loose, and her snow-white back was slightly thin.

Zhao Yuan didn't seem to feel the woman's alienation at all, hugged her as usual, and kissed her good night on the corner of her forehead, which seemed to be full of affection.

The woman's thick black eyelashes trembled violently.Zhao Yuan also acted as if he hadn't seen it, turned off the light, lay down quietly, and closed his eyes.

After a long time, in the darkness, something reached his chest.

Zhao Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and saw the woman's beautiful eyes, which were originally gentle and watery, became tough and even sharp for the first time because of determination.

"It's you, isn't it?" The woman pressed the fruit knife even tighter, trying to suppress it, her voice trembling because of the violent emotion. "Uncle Shao was killed by you! Because he found out about those things, he will find out about you immediately. Right! And those people, those innocent people, were all killed by you..."

She could no longer speak, and lowered her head, trembling all over because of the violent emotion.

At half-pay, just when Zhao Yuan wanted to break the silence and opened his mouth to explain with a smile, in the darkness, hot tears fell on Zhao Yuan's cool face.

For the first time, Zhao Yuan's smile stagnated.Maybe because there is no need to pretend under the cover of night, maybe because the tear from the woman is too hot.

Although a woman is virtuous and gentle, she is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and she seldom sheds tears for self-pity, but at this moment she looks so vulnerable, big and big tears fall down, and she desperately suppresses it, half pay Only then did it calm down.

The woman tried her best to be the same as before, smiled softly with tears in her eyes, and said, "Turn back. End all of this and surrender. I will wait for you, and Ozawa and I will wait for you no matter how long."

Zhao Yuan was stunned, the warm tears falling on his face, and the woman's still extremely gentle voice made him feel an indescribable pain from his heart for a moment in his life.

For the first time, he felt that feeling instinctively rather than pretending, and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to help the woman wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but he just barely moved before he felt a stabbing pain in his chest.

Zhao Yuan lowered his eyes, looked at the knife against his chest with a glare and cold light, and suddenly woke up.

Who is this woman deeply in love with?Who is that boy waiting for with an umbrella?

Not him, not him at all.

The one whose heart was pressed by the knife was him!

He is just a dark, ugly, lowly and greedy devil, struggling to climb up from the sewer swamp and using all means, only the skin and mask wrapped in everyone's love is worthy of survival.Those so-called rules and justice seem gentle and pure, but they are so cruel and ruthless!

It's like this knife on his chest forcing him to turn back.

Zhao Yuan took a deep breath, with hatred in his eyes.Because he was born as humble as mud, he can only follow the rules, let go of everything that was impossible to obtain, and return to the deeper gutter from the glory he has achieved so hard to be slaughtered by others?

The so-called justice and rules are just the privileges of those who are born in the light, but for him, they are just a heavy shackle that binds hands and feet, which is harmful and not beneficial.

Only the devil in his heart can make him live well, make him an invulnerable and invulnerable strong man, go on without hesitation, without fear, and successfully reach the highest point where everyone can be trampled under his feet.

Zhao Yuan calmed down, he smiled as usual, and said, "Xue Ran, what are you talking about? I obviously didn't do anything, why did I surrender myself."

"Enough..." The woman almost lost her mind, the dagger in her hand trembled, "Stop lying! Stop being obsessed! Don't force me!"

"If you insist that it's me, I can't help it." Zhao Yuan sighed softly, then smiled, suddenly grabbed her hand, and got up little by little regardless of the knife that lay between the two of them. Sit up slowly.

"As long as you are happy, you can kill me, the so-called obsessed, unforgivable me who you have begun to hate..." Zhao Yuan smiled softly, as if he couldn't feel the pain Like him, he tightly clenched the woman's hand close to her, letting the tip of the knife stab into his chest little by little. The woman trembled, and finally pulled out the knife screaming when the tip of the knife had sunk a few inches into his chest.

The bloody fruit knife fell to the ground.

The woman's eyes were wide open, her eyes were out of focus, she gasped violently and convulsed because of the fear of losing him, Zhao Yuan also trembled slightly because of the excruciating pain instinctively, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, but he seemed unconscious, lifted his blood-stained hands, slowly holding her in his arms.

"Xue Ran." Zhao Yuan was bleeding, hugged her tenderly, and said softly: "Those things are all misunderstandings, how could they have anything to do with me. I have always been the one who loves you and Xiao Ze deeply ah."

His eyes were extremely cold, but he smiled and bewitched, "Trust me, okay?"

That night, the woman stared at the bloody wound on his chest, broke down and cried for a long time.

In the end, as if she had finally cried all the tears, she leaned against his arms numbly, like a piece of dry paper, and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."

Later in the evening, the setting sun was like blood.

He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, carrying those shocking dirty traces that were covered up, and returned home as if nothing had happened.

Seeing the woman's body stain the lawn below her with blood red.

Seeing the boy kneeling on the blood-red ground, he raised his red and blood-stained black eyes and looked at him as if all his anger had been sucked away.

Zhao Yuan looked at him, and suddenly thought secretly in his heart, now this child seems a little bit like himself.

This is Zhao Yuan's long-lost memory.

On his deathbed, he flashed like a revolving lantern in front of Zhao Yuan's eyes.

He has seen too many bad things in his life, done too many bad things, and tasted all the vicissitudes of life. The past should have been nothing. That's how it emerged.

What would have happened if he had chosen to surrender himself?

He will not be lofty, glamorous, maybe even shabby and desolate, there will still be many people who look down on his humble and dirty past and viciously bully him, but that woman who loves him more than anything will definitely cook at home, I will not care about his past and wait for him to go back with a smile as always.

Even though he got AIDS heinously, the child who still insisted on coming to the prison to see him and call him Dad for the last time will grow up to be a good young man with a successful career, and will bring his family back to see him without any grievances. When he came back from kindergarten, he ran into the study with a bright smile and looked at him...

No if.

Zhao Yuan's dark pupils gradually faded into the void.

In hell, there will never be any.