After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

The policeman who was holding Zhou Fushen down did not let him go until his emotions calmed down. Losing the suppression, Zhou Fushen's eyes were blank for a while, and then he stood up on the floor like a walking corpse.

Even if he didn't look, he knew that the police around him were watching him with hostility and vigilance. They were guarding against him like a marginalized person who couldn't control himself, a murderer who escaped justice.

Zhou Fu twitched the corners of his mouth deeply. He straightened his spine and walked out of the mediation room without looking sideways. His figure was still as proud and upright as usual, but something that supported the body inside curled up uncontrollably, cowering and avoiding it. With all searching eyes.

Those people gathered in the corner in twos and threes, whispering while avoiding him, and looked at him with pity and curiosity, as if observing a poor and hateful lunatic.

But I'm not crazy, I'm not, Zhou Fushen murmured to himself in a daze.

He saved his lover, and in order to embrace that figure, he could do any shocking things...How could these passers-by who let themselves be mediocre understand such a mood?

Wiping his face, Zhou Fu was in a trance and couldn't hear what his assistant said. He walked out of the court surrounded by bodyguards. It was raining heavily outside at the moment, and the wind was blowing cold raindrops on his face. More The tingling pain in the heart can relieve the torment in the heart, and an umbrella is propped up on the top of the head in time.

He walked down the stairs step by step. Under the swaying umbrella, the ferocious faces of the media reporters were still reflected in the eyes through the dim rain curtain. They swarmed up like mosquitoes smelling blood, deliberately using those Disturbing words and equipment surrounded him, and he was counting on him to suddenly attack the next moment, in exchange for tomorrow's headlines on the major platforms.

But he won't, he won't give these people a chance to judge him.

……

Back at the old house, Zhou Chengye was the only one in the huge and empty mansion.

"I know you don't like outsiders in your family, so I asked the butler to go away." Perhaps because of thinking about what will happen next, Zhou Chengye's tone was uncharacteristically kind. He has never looked after his son for decades. Handing the towel to Zhou Fushen with his own hands, he said, "Wipe your hair first, and then take a shower later."

He originally intended to take this time to think about his words, but he didn't want Zhou Fushen to take the towel and throw it aside, opening his mouth and saying, "Dad, I can't do without Jiang Ran."

A deep sense of powerlessness surged in Zhou Chengye's heart, he turned his head and waved his hands and said, "We'll talk about this issue later."

"Wait? I can't wait." Zhou Fu choked with sobs and said, "I can't stop thinking about him for a second, Dad, that is to let me die."

The last word was bitten hard, vaguely sour, and Zhou Chengye couldn't bear to hear it. Zhou Fushen seldom showed weakness to him since he was a child, so every time he saw the other party showing such a gesture, it was hard for him to refuse.

But this time he was really weak. After all, no matter how capable he was, it was impossible for him to manipulate a person's emotions.

And...he can't continue to pamper Zhou Fushen any longer. Jiang Ran's request may be unreasonable, but it may indeed be the best choice at the moment.

"Don't mention it again, you will never see Jiang Ran again, do you hear me? This is my promise with my old face!" Zhou Chengye said with a rare stern attitude.

But Zhou Fushen is no longer a child who can be honest with just two scares, he frowned and said: "Dad—" "I have been letting you go so far! But this time it won't work, you have gone too far... how dare you To kidnap Jiang Ran, and even take two lives for it...that's two people!" Zhou Chengye couldn't continue, he took off his glasses, and fell down on the sofa.

"They are murderers." Zhou Fushen also sat down with his arms on his knees, leaning forward and speaking in a sincere tone: "Even if I don't kill them, they will be sentenced to death if they are caught. The difference is just a matter of sooner or later, not to mention... Dad, you know me, I am not the kind of lunatic who will hurt people at will, I do it out of necessity, do you think I did something wrong?"

Zhou Chengye raised his head, with a complicated look on his face: "What about Jiang Ran? Did you tie him to the island and imprison him out of necessity?"

"Of course." Zhou Fu said in pain: "I have no choice, Dad, he won't listen to me anyway, so I can only do this."

Zhou Chengye looked at him speechlessly.

As if sensing his surprise, Zhou Fushen immediately changed his words: "I know I scared him, but I won't do it again."

"...you now... really opened my eyes." Zhou Chengye took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "I won't trust you anymore."

As soon as his voice fell, Zhou Fushen's face turned cold in an instant: "Is that so, I'm so disappointed."

After saying that, he suddenly stood up, without even a little bit of nostalgia, Zhou Chengye felt deeply absurd for a moment, and he felt that he was the one who should be disappointed.

He stood up and said sadly: "Stop, are you just talking to me like this?"

"Otherwise? Do you want me to give you a tea ceremony good night?" Zhou Fushen turned his head, and the indifferent face did not show the fragility just now: "Does this fit the concept of father and son for you?"

"Are you blaming me?" Zhou Chengye opened his eyes wide: "Zhou Fushen! Don't forget who raised you so big! When you got divorced, even your mother didn't want you. You have to know that children like you— ——" Zhou Chengye stopped talking abruptly at this point. He just felt remorse for his unscrupulous words in anger, but Zhou Fushen scoffed as if nothing happened: "Of course she doesn't want me, because Zhuang Lingling was pregnant with me back then. At that time, the doctor told her that there was something wrong with the child, but you still insisted that she give birth to me, because for you who have been diagnosed with infertility due to illness, if you miss this time, you will never have it again in this life. His own flesh and blood."

Hearing his son, whom he had worked so hard to protect, narrated these old events in a mocking tone, Zhou Chengye was extremely shocked, and at the same time, the blood in the back of his head also surged up like crazy. He supported the back of the sofa, and it took a long time to get over it Jinlai said hoarsely: "You... how do you know this?"

"Since I was still in the cradle, Zhuang Lingling has been talking about what she lost because of me." Zhou Fushen turned his head: "I would like to know why you don't know."

Like a thunderbolt from the blue, Zhou Chengye suddenly staggered back two steps. After he fell silent, he stared at the floor with a vicissitudes of life on his face. It wasn't until Zhou Fushen wanted to leave that he said, "Wait..."

Zhou Fushen paused.

"I wanted to wait for you to have a good night's rest before I told you about this." Zhou Chengye still lowered his eyes, and said slowly: "But it seems unnecessary now... I know how I persuaded Jiang Ran to testify for you in court ?"

"Send you to a mental hospital for two and a half years, that's what he asked for," he said.

Apparently, the blow that these words brought to his son far exceeded Zhou Chengye's expectations. Zhou Fushen stood there as stiff as a marble sculpture for a moment, fixed his eyes on him, and said word by word: "No-possible-possible."

With crackling knuckles in his clenched fists, he walked down the stairs and repeated aggressively: "Impossible, he wouldn't treat me like this, how could he be willing to..."

Zhou Chengye had never seen such a frightening appearance of him. Until this moment, he was able to connect the demon with human blood on his hands with the young man in front of him, as described in the online marketing account article. Fear: "Calm down and listen to me..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Fushen was like an extinct volcano that had been cooling down for a long time, and suddenly erupted without warning.

"—I'm not crazy!! I'm not!!"

No longer the usual calmness and self-restraint, once the distortion buried under the perfect skin for 29 years surfaced, Zhou Chengye’s eardrums were almost ached from the loud roar, and he stared at Zhou Fushen dumbfounded, as if he had known him for the first time .

"I'm not." With the last calm statement, Zhou Fushen's eyes were red. He could accept any insults, insults and contempt in this world, but he couldn't accept these from Jiang Ran.

The world is a muddy torrent, he was born to go against it, and under this handsome and dazzling skin is an otherworldly soul, only his lover can kiss it.

So if even Jiang Ran thinks he is crazy, then what is he?Or in fact, like all stupid and ridiculous mental patients, he has already fallen into madness without knowing it.

Suddenly, as if all his strength had been drained, Zhou Fu fell to his knees and buried his face deeply in his palms.

The living room suddenly fell silent, and the sound of raindrops hitting the glass was clearly audible. Zhou Chengye watched this scene, the corners of his eyes couldn't help getting wet, and his heart felt even more bitter.

In the final analysis, this is his only flesh and blood, even if the blood flowing in his veins is naturally ice, he can't just sit idly by.

As soon as he had this thought, Zhou Fushen on the ground raised his head as if feeling something, and said softly: "Dad, you know what that place is, I love Jiang Ran more than life, if you let me stay in it, the real force I'm crazy."

"...If it's possible, I certainly don't want you to suffer in that kind of place." Zhou Chengye turned his head and said without hesitation: "But now... it's for your own good, don't worry, I will not be so nervous about choosing an environment If you live in this hospital, it’s no different than an ordinary nursing home, you just... find a place to calm down, I promise you at most one year, Dad will definitely pick you up."

After he finished speaking, he waited for Zhou Fushen to go crazy again, but he didn't expect the latter to be surprisingly calm this time. He just stared at him with numb eyes for a while, until Zhou Chengye was a little terrified, then nodded and said: "I see."

After he finished speaking, he went upstairs like a wandering spirit. Zhou Chengye looked at him, and for some reason suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

It was dusk when the father and son met again. After the rest, Zhou Fushen looked completely new, and he didn't seem to be as hysterical as before. At this moment, he is lying on the sofa, playing with the ring in his hand, and watching TV intently The news broadcast here.

Zhou Chengye saw such a scene when he went downstairs. To be honest, it was very normal. During the ten years of living together, he saw this scene the most. However, after what happened a few hours ago, this scene seemed to It's too normal, but it makes people feel extremely weird.

After all, just looking at that handsome young man on the sofa, who would believe that his hands were once covered with blood?

Walking to the sofa with mixed tastes, Zhou Chengye said, "What do you want to eat? I'll ask Aunt Zhang to come over and make it for you."

"No need." Zhou Fushen said without turning his head.

Zhou Chengye thought that he still couldn't think about it, so he sighed, and just about to leave, he heard Zhou Fushen say again: "I want to eat something made by you, is that okay?"

He raised his head: "It's the noodle soup I ate when I was seven years old, that's fine."

"..." Zhou Chengye was taken aback for a moment, then covered his mouth with one hand, nodded and said, "Okay."

As he spoke, he walked towards the kitchen. Behind him, Zhou Fushen rested his arms on the armrest and rested his chin, as if he was examining something. His eyes passed through the gaps in the shelves, watching Zhou Chengye's unskilled chopping of vegetables and handling of pots and pans. basin, and finally unscrewed the gas stove by hand.

After seeing this step, he slowly withdrew his gaze and leaned back on the sofa.

……

……

late at night.

The howling wind beat against the window, and suddenly a gust of wind lifted the barrier, and the heavy curtains were blown wildly in an instant, and the splashing raindrops woke Zhou Chengye from a heart palpitation. There is a slight foul smell.

Gas leak.

This possibility crossed his mind, and he fell off the bed in excitement, but his survival instinct drove him to get up quickly and rushed downstairs.

In the dark room, there was only a faint light from the gas stove in the kitchen. Holding his breath, he ran over, quickly tightened the switch, and opened the door and window at the same time. Before the doubts in his heart arose, he was eager to go Wake up Zhou Fushen.

But when he anxiously opened the upstairs bedroom, he found that there was no one there.

His mind instantly cooled down, and an unbelievable guess emerged from his thoughts.

How is it possible... Zhou Chengye searched the past from room to room with this kind of suspicion, and finally found Zhou Fushen in the study on the east side.

When he pushed open the door, the other party was reading a book peacefully under the gentle light of the desk lamp, and the window in the room was stuck with something, just opened a crack to ensure that there was still gas remaining inside, but it was not fatal.

In an instant, everything became clear.

An entrepreneur over half a century old felt ashamed of the society because of the crimes committed by his son, so he turned on the gas and died with his son. When they were found, they were both in a coma. After being sent to the hospital, only the son was rescued. It is really a perfect script.

The body swayed, even at this moment, Zhou Fushen's face under the light was still so perfect.

Zhou Chengye knew that he wasn't vicious, but he was heartless.

For a moment, he wanted to be angry and questioned, but in the end he just said sadly: "I am your father."

"Is there anything special?" Zhou Fu replied coldly: "These two words may not be useful in a will, at least the will will not send me to a mental hospital."

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