Schizophrenia

"You make me find this painting very charming." Bruce walked behind the person who was looking up at the painting with his arms around the two beautiful women.To be honest, he has been staring at this person for a long time. Although the banquet has not started yet, this young man has been facing the painting from the very beginning, without paying any attention to others.

"Bruce Wayne, you've been looking at me since you entered the venue." Turning around, he looked up at Bruce.The young man is only about 1.7 meters 1.8 in height. Asians are relatively petite, and he looks a little thin among a group of Westerners with an average height of [-] meters.

"I just wanted to thank you," Bruce said humorously, "someone who finally fulfilled my request. You know, when you have a lot of girls vying to come with you, it's a headache. Oh, I forgot that you didn't know, I thought you did."

Ansang just glanced at Bruce indifferently, then continued to turn his head to look at the painting in front of him.

"We've met before," Bruce raised his eyebrows, "but I just found out that the founder of ST Group is said to be of mixed race!" Looking at the other party's light blue eyes and high nose bridge, he opened his eyes and spoke nonsense.In fact, if it weren't for the information, he wouldn't be able to tell that this is a mixed race: "You have to forgive me, your sister was so charming last time."

An Sang snorted, but didn't answer him.In fact, he is now in a very uncomfortable state. How long will Rosalind be angry with him, arrange a birthday party for him, and then send a message to tell him that there is a surprise and it's over?I haven't shown up until now, what do you want to do.

"Speaking of which, where's your beautiful sister?" Bruce looked around, but couldn't find the starting point for his topic.

"It's pretty." Ignoring his words, Ansang turned his head and continued to look at the dark painting in front of him, "It would be even better if I could give me the one in your hand." It sounded like a child's coquettish tone , "I still like the devil from the sky better, Lex!"

"Oh, I said that's my favorite~" At some point, a red-haired man stood beside Bruce.She hooked up with Ansang who had her hair tied into a bun with ease, "I said, little Jack, can you stop being so reserved and tell me that you give me your collection, so I'll give you the painting?"

"Reject!" Without thinking, Ansang slapped Luther's hand away, "You have money yourself, go buy it yourself!"

"Hey, don't be so unfeeling~" Lex spoke quickly, "You also know that I don't have enough use recently. Anyway, yours is just a collection, but it is really practical for me? Think about it? Oh , Mr. Wayne, I didn't even notice that you were here, after all, you are really not very conspicuous, right Little Jack?"

"Don't call me that!" Ansang looked at Lex's hand on his shoulder again and ordered, "Take it!"

"It's not cute, the time when you softly called me 'Brother Lex' is really nostalgic~" Lex snorted and stood up straight, "Mr. Wayne, long time no see." The Playboy wasn't interested, but he didn't want to let go of a potential partner.

"Jack?" Bruce looked at the young man who turned and left, "It looks like you know each other well?"

"So how many times have I told him how easy it is to publish this kind of information, but he just didn't listen." Lex spoke very quickly, "But I guess you will cooperate in the future considering that he moved Going back to Gotham? I thought he never planned to go back to Gotham in his life, but I forgot."

"Your question," Lex showed a smile, "he prefers you to call him Ann."

"My kind of person?" Bruce repeated, "Tsk, isn't he the same kind of person as I am? Cannibalizing the achievements of his predecessors and stealing other people's works, don't tell me you believe he is that kind of person." , A genius who won three doctorates?"

"I believe it." Luther's tone was very sincere, "Wayne, just because you don't believe it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

"I only believe seeing is believing." Bruce snorted, "? He's kidding me. If you do the math, he was only five years old when he founded this ST. What can a five-year-old doll do? Part-time job just kidding. Isn't that right? Tell you, his company applied in Gotham."

Lex just turned his head and glanced at Bruce, then pulled his red hair: "Forget it, what am I talking about."

"Speaking of which, what about his sister?" Bruce glanced at the venue, "Is it really okay for the milk baby to leave her sister?"

"Well, they never quarreled for more than a month, and I've calmed down." Lex shook his shoulders and didn't mind talking about other things. In fact, he was a bit chatty, "No matter what you want to know, Wei Well, you'd better stay away from his sister, that's his last line of defense."

"Defense line? It's not that exaggerated, aren't they employers and employees?" Bruce found this statement a bit funny.

"If I were you, I would rather sleep with Jack than touch his sister." Lex snorted, looking at the young man who walked up to the main stage, "That woman Rosalind has magical powers, forget it, why should I be with her?" Say this."

"Come on, my desire to gossip is high!"

Over there, Lex and Bruce were entangled, and here, Ansang, the protagonist of the birthday party, walked to the podium with a straight face.He was really upset, he didn't hold this kind of banquet in the past, but this year Rosalin said he was eighteen, and insisted on holding this birthday party for him. As a result, ST's first party in so many years was basically attended by everyone. Done.

"Well...I..." An Sang opened his mouth, a little at a loss what he should say.

[When I was a child, I heard a story about the apple tree and the child. 】Ansang heard a sigh in his head, and he knew it was Sis's voice.Although Sis has always insisted on never talking to him in public, Sis never hesitates to show up when it is really necessary.

"Thank you," this sentence was said to Sis, "thank you for being with me." An Sang sighed, looking at the various rich people holding wine glasses and looking at him with benevolent smiles, inexplicably agitated .He hates the way these people look at him, he hates the way others look at him, he hates the way others stare at him!

"The story goes like this, like all stories begin, there once was an apple tree. The apple tree loved a child very much, because she had a wonderful childhood with that child. The child will grow up, grow up The dead child said to the tree, I need some money, can you give me..."

[The tree answers: I have no money, but you can take my apples and sell them for money.After speaking, let the child pick off her delicious apples.Seeing the child get the money and buy what he wants, the tree is very happy...]

"After a long time, the child said to the tree again: I need a house, can you give it to me..."

【Tree answer: I don't have a house, but you can cut off my branches to build a house.Having said that, the tree gave the child all his branches.Seeing that the child has a new house, the tree is very happy...]

"Time passed day by day, and the child said again: I need a boat to travel around the world, can you give me..."

【The tree answers: I don't have a boat, but you can cut off my whole body to build a boat...】

"Finish, that child is cut off..." Ansang stopped suddenly, and did not continue to repeat the story Sis told in his mind.He just stared wide-eyed and looked behind everyone in disbelief. There stood a person who shouldn't be here, a person who couldn't be here.

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"If I were you, I would rather sleep with Jack than touch his sister."

Years later, Lex's words come true