After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

Hearing these heart-to-heart words now, Jiang Ran's annoyance was greater than touched, and he couldn't help but bluntly said: "Are you saying this to make me soft-hearted towards Zhou Fu?"

Seeing that his intention was seen through, Zhou's father thought to himself that it was really embarrassing for his unlucky son not to die alone. After all, he has been in the shopping mall for so many years, and he has never suffered a few losses, and no one dared to put his face down. He was over fifty years old, and because his son was a monster, he lost his life at the end of the year, and was reduced to begging for mercy with a junior here, alas... He raised this son to pay off the debt of his previous life.

And even though his heart was terribly worried, he still said in the calm tone of a respected and respected entrepreneur: "Xiaojiang, you misunderstood me, I just want you to understand that even if you and Fushen are no longer together, uncle is here I still regard you as a family in my heart, if you encounter any troubles that cannot be solved in the future, you can just talk to uncle and don't see outsiders."

"My biggest trouble now is Zhou Fushen." Jiang Ran didn't want to save face of his elders at first, but after hearing what Zhou Chengye said, he wanted to stick him and Zhou Fushen together again, so he said in a cold voice: "No To tell you the truth, I'm really afraid of him, so you don't have to do anything else, as long as you can take care of him, that will be the greatest help to me."

"........."

These words are really merciless... Zhou Chengye sighed, but he also knew how stupid his son's actions were - even someone as resistant as Jiang Ran was daunted, so you can imagine, If this experience were for someone else, they might have been mentally weakened by PTSD.

"...I understand." Zhou Chengye finally said helplessly: "Uncle will naturally control him if he has a way to control him, but Fushen has a temperament of not getting into anything once he is sure about it. He has hands and feet, and I can't close it even if I want to. I don't even mention anything else. Just yesterday, his grandfather and I just picked him up from the police station, and he jumped out of the car on the back foot. Until now There is no one there, I feel sorry for his grandfather, who is in his seventies, and he still has to worry about it..."

Jump?Jiang Ran's brows moved slightly, but in the end he held back and didn't ask. He just pursed his lips and said, "If he comes to pester me again, I will call the police again."

"I understand, this is your right." At this point, Zhou Chengye has tried his best, after all, he is going to be like a landlord who raised a stupid son in the old society, crying and robbing his ex-daughter-in-law, who is benevolent. He couldn't ask others to poke his eyes before jumping into the fire pit of his own house, so he could only say: "Then you have a good rest, uncle died first."

"Yeah." Jiang Ran put down his phone, looked at the breakfast on the table, and was suddenly not in the mood to eat it.

Looking at his watch, he packed up the dishes, then went back to the bedroom to get dressed, took out his brother's car keys from the porch, and went out.

……

It rained lightly in the middle of the night last night, and the stone-brick roads in the old town were wet and bumpy. Jiang Ran carefully turned the steering wheel, and the wheels slowly ran over the shallow puddles reflecting the moss on the wall, and finally stopped firmly at the side of the curb.

He opened the door and got out of the car, went around to the old iron door, took out the key chain and tried one by one until the fourth key before finally unlocking the door.

With a click, like opening a dusty diary, Jiang Ran took a deep breath, pushed open the door and stepped into the courtyard.

The inside is almost empty, and everything that should be moved has already been removed. Except for some sundries with no obvious use in the corner, the only thing that stands out is the small house built with wooden boards at the base of the door.

—It was a kennel.

Jiang Ran showed a little sadness on his face. He knelt down, gently stroked the red wooden sign that had been washed and faded by the rain with his fingers, and stared at the word that had long been blurred: dog.

That's the name of the little thing.

Having his own house and dog, this was Jiang Ran's initial imagination of the word happiness.

So after moving into this house, the first thing Jiang Ran did was raise a two-month-old golden retriever and named it dog.

Normally, he would put the dog in the yard, and then open the door of the back room, so that it can run around freely, and anyone who sees it will sigh that the dog is really favored... However, such a pleasant day But it didn't last long.

One day, when Jiang Ran came home, the yard was unnaturally quiet. The dog didn't pounce on him as usual. This little thing seems to have evaporated suddenly. Only the messy dog ​​food and toys all over the floor can prove to others that there used to be a lively and lovely life in this yard.

……

Later, Jiang Ran was very sad about this for a long time, and he couldn't figure it out. Even if Zhou Fushen comforted him and said that the dog might have escaped over the wall and was picked up by others, and it was still alive now—Jiang Ran couldn't accept it, even Up to now, he still dreams about dogs occasionally, and because of this, he has never dared to raise a second dog.

He left all the things he bought for the dog back in this house and didn't take them away, because he was afraid of seeing things and getting emotional, but now... he wants to take all these things away for his last thoughts.

Thinking about Jiang Ran, he started to move, first he picked up the kennel lightly, moved it to the rear compartment and put it down, then went back, trying to go into the house to find the dog's collar and toys.

But after opening the door, the light in the room was dimmer than he had imagined. The sun shone through the windows that had not been wiped, and could only cast a hazy beam of light. The dust inside slowly fell, and Jiang Ran coughed twice , waved his hand, squinted his eyes and tried to carefully identify the layout of the room.

Walking around the corduroy sofa that exudes a bad smell, Jiang Ran found a handle of a dog chain exposed at the corner of the bedroom.

"dog." Jiang Ran read out softly, and then walked over, he bent down to pick up the chain, but the sudden sound from behind the door made him freeze up.

The chain rattled on the ground, as if something was pulling it on the other end. Jiang Ran let go of his hand instantly, but before he could react further, a pale palm was slammed against the door frame the next moment on, and what was exposed at the same time was the face of a man.

"Ran Ran... Are you looking for it?"

The tone was like talking in sleep, Zhou Fushen raised his chiseled chin, grabbed the loose collar around his neck with one hand, and as he moved, the stainless steel dog tag with the word "dog" on it also shook.

"You—" Jiang Ran's pupils trembled for a moment, he took two steps back unconsciously, knocked over something, the room suddenly became brighter, a beam of light happened to shine on the small piece between Zhou Fushen's eyelids and nose, reflected He showed his pale and colorless face as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Why this expression?" Zhou Fushen let go of the door frame, and took a heavy step forward, but before he got close to Jiang Ran, his body staggered a little, and he could only support the wall and stop.

Seeing this, Jiang Ran regained his composure and relaxed his tense nerves. Only then did he realize that Zhou Fushen's hair and clothes were not completely dry, and his breath was a little disordered. But even so, the man still held his head up Staring at him, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhou Fushen's eyes reflected the expression of the person in front of him - shock, fear, disgust, but no love or pity.

"Why?" he asked persistently. "Don't you feel happy to see a man wear down all his self-esteem and humble himself like a dog in front of you?"

Being questioned by him like this, Jiang Ran instantly felt confused and absurd. Could it be that Zhou Fushen was resenting him?What is he complaining about?Obviously he was the one who was deceived and insulted, obviously... how much courage did he muster to express that feeling that night, but how did Zhou Fushen treat him?

"Do you think I'll be happy?" Jiang Ran's voice trembled, he clenched his fists and said, "I feel sick when I see you now!"

As soon as the words were uttered, it seemed that all his strength was exhausted in an instant. Jiang Ran grabbed the bookshelf next to him, and then turned around to leave.

The current Zhou Fushen made him feel very wrong and uncomfortable.

You must get out of here quickly!

The clattering sound of the chain behind him was like a strange urging ringtone. Jiang Ran wanted to run, but in the narrow and cluttered space, he struggled to find a precise footing. Zhou Fushen grabbed his wrist in a blink of an eye.

The cold touch made Jiang Ran's whole body tremble.

He elbowed back hard almost out of irritability.

The bone hit the opponent's chest, and Zhou Fushen bent down instantly in pain, but he didn't let go, but said angrily: "Jiang Ran...don't go, please, I've been waiting here for you all night, I'm so happy." uncomfortable..."

"That's what you deserve!" Jiang Ran shook off his hand, saw him sweating profusely with his head down, and said ruthlessly, "Stop pretending, how many times do you want to play this kind of bitter drama in front of me?" Is that enough? Do you still think I'm stupid enough to believe it now?"

These words fell down like the sharpest knife, but Zhou Fushen pleaded as if he had never heard of it: "Please... take me home, return to our home, okay?"

Every word, every tone, is extremely humble and longing. At this time, the light reflected by the dog tag flickered. Jiang Ran moved his gaze up and saw the leather collar that did not match the neck of a human. He suddenly felt that this Everything is extremely twisted and crazy: "Are you crazy..."

Jiang Ran seemed to be pulled away from the nightmare suddenly, he left Zhou Fushen and walked towards the door, letting the chaotic sound of following behind him, but just when he was about to step out and walk into the sun-drenched yard, there was a thud A sound made him freeze up.

"If you think you can keep me in this way..." Jiang Ran turned his head coldly, but what he saw was far beyond his expectations—Zhou Fushen fell to the ground without a sound, and seemed to have lost consciousness , and he didn't know what he scratched around when he fell down, only to see crimson blood continuously oozing from under his forearm, which almost soaked the floor in an instant.