Sympathizing with the villain in the end of the world

The little beggar's body was found in a ravine. At that time, Song Di had not seen him for three days. It is said that the time of his death was the night they parted.Song Di didn't look at the corpse carefully, he only glanced at it from a distance, and then couldn't move anymore.

He who has been carrying the cross all this time has added a heavy sin.

Song Di looked up at the sky, it was an extremely pure azure blue, even the white clouds could not bear to leave traces on it, this kind of sky was very similar to the time when he first saw the little beggar.

He still remembers the beautiful voice he heard when he was first attracted.He has lived in this small town for nearly five years, and every day is terribly monotonous. He doesn't have many friends. Everyone regards him as a rich young man from afar. The heavy memory makes him almost close himself, and he doesn't want to Connect with people more.

But the song that the boy hummed softly that day opened up the softest part of his heart and touched his deepest memory.

Countless times, his young and beautiful mother would coax him and his younger brother to sleep with a soft singing voice that outlined the best memories deep in his memory.And the little beggar not only looked like a woman, but even his voice was somewhat similar to his mother's.

It was this sound that attracted him and made him stop.

Song Di remembered that when he pushed aside the crowd surrounding the little beggar, he saw the person with a beautiful voice, hehe, that didn't seem to be a pleasant picture.

The other party was not good-looking, the whole person was terribly dirty, the ragged clothes were casually hung on his thin body, his face was covered with dust, and he couldn't see what he looked like at all.

What impressed Song Di the most was the eyes of the other party like a hungry wolf, staring at the pancakes and steamed buns in the hands of passers-by, shining like a poor middle peasant who has suffered from famine for three years. Let the opponent rush towards him like a mad dog.

Song Di used a steamed bun to get the little beggar to form a long-term cooperation with him. The greedy guy even asked him for ten yuan.

Song Di dumped him 100 yuan directly.

Song Di still remembered the surprise in the little beggar's eyes when he received the money. He looked him up and down boldly. His eyes were so hot that Song Di turned and left without being stared at twice. There is a kind of embarrassment of running away.

He went to listen to the song again later, but he didn't expect that something unexpected happened at this time.

His eldest brother, Song Tiancheng's only legitimate son, unexpectedly died in a car accident.

Perhaps it was a trick of fate, Song Tiancheng had contracted an unspeakable disease a long time ago because of his debauchery and corruption in his daily life, and it was impossible for him to have another child.He, the illegitimate son who had been left in the remote mountainous area to fend for himself, suddenly became a favorite. He was Song Tiancheng's only son.

Mr. Song has always attached great importance to the transmission of incense. If Song Tiancheng has no heirs, then the resources the Song family can provide to him will be greatly reduced. Song Di knew that Song Tiancheng would come to him, but he didn't expect it to be so soon!

At the beginning, his blood father would put on a kind face and comfort him in various ways, but when he told what happened to his younger brother back then, the man completely tore off his hypocritical face and tried to use violence make him submit.

Over the years, although Song Di has never enjoyed the warmth and love of a normal family, he has never been abused either.On the contrary, the Song family has always been very generous in material life.Even if he has no status, he can still be regarded as a child of the Song family.

Therefore, Song Tiancheng was almost the only one who dared to beat him in the past few years, and he was beaten so hard that five of his belts were broken, and his whole body was covered with bruises, without a single piece of good flesh.

At that time, his hatred for Song Tiancheng was at its peak, especially when the other party locked him in a room and imprisoned his freedom, the dense hatred lingered like bone-eating maggots.

Every night, he was locked in his room after a meal of insults and whippings.At this time, he is always used to turn off all the lights, and then sit alone under the window and let the cold breath of the night swallow him up. Only in this way can he hate it even more, and ensure that he can remember this pain and make it unforgettable .But sometimes, Song Di couldn't help but wonder if an angel would appear to rescue him from such imprisonment and lead him to a place of freedom.

Song Di thought, if there is such an angel, can he marry and be a wife?

This kind of fantasy is so boring and ridiculous, Song Di never thought that he would actually see that 'angel'—a limping, half-blind angel covered in mud!

Hehe, being a daughter-in-law is ugly as hell!

Song Di sneered at his delusions while dragging the dirty angel to take a bath.

He thought that the other party was just a clean little beggar even if he was washed clean, but to his surprise, under the layers of dirt, this little beggar actually had a pretty face , the fair skin is tender and watery, the eyes are as clear as a rainbow, the eyebrows are delicate and beautiful, and the lips are rosy and small...

Song Di seemed to be bewitched by the person in front of him, and he opened his mouth uncontrollably: "Little sister, I think you look pretty good, although you are disabled, you can make do with it. If you go in the rain, why don't you stay here and be my child bride?"

These words were very frivolous, and the other party got angry all of a sudden, and raised eyebrows.Looking at the extremely vivid expression of the person in front of him, Song Di paused in his heart. He had never seen such a lively and lively person around him, and even he couldn't tell whether he was joking or talking about what he said just now. Seriously.

This little beggar seems to be in a hurry. His younger brother has been controlled by someone, and now he is in a hurry to call the police. Song Di has been in this dreary room for too long, and he thinks it is not bad to go for a walk. Help him It's just a matter of finding the police.

But he didn't expect that he would be followed by Song Tiancheng's people!

Song Tiancheng used the matter of the little beggar to force himself, but how could he agree at that time!Having hated someone for five full years, there is a solid ice between him and Song Tiancheng, which cannot be easily broken by someone who has only known each other for a few days.The scale tilted slowly, although it was cruel, but he chose to give up that little beggar, the 'little angel' he had just met.

Song Di didn't think it was a big problem, everyone has their own trajectory, although the fate of the little beggar is tragic, but he Song Di has no obligation to save, not to mention paying for the principles he has adhered to for many years.

But... he died.

He was beaten all over with injuries, a thousand times more severe injuries than Song Tiancheng's!His body was found in a small ravine three days later. Song Di only took a look at it from a distance, but he didn't dare to take a step forward. He was afraid that the other party's miserable appearance would become his own judgment.

During the day, Song Di tried not to think about everything about the little beggar. He ate, exercised, and read books, as if he really didn't remember such a person.

But in the middle of the night, he still had nightmares. The little beggar in the dream was sometimes innocent, and sometimes bloody.He didn't have a specific appearance of death, but because of this, he showed a variety of strange death shapes. Sometimes his head suddenly dropped, revealing a bloody neck; sometimes he stretched out his long tongue and opened his eyes, like a hanged ghost; sometimes he was very peaceful , like just falling asleep.

Song Di knew that the little beggar had become a new cross, judging his soul.

Song Tiancheng asked him: "Do you want to punish the murderer who killed that little thing? Or do you want him to get away with it?"

Song Di didn't have any struggles, he just felt deeply tired, he said lightly: "I will obey, I will obey you all."

Later, Shu Er was caught and put in prison, and would be sentenced to death soon.Song Tiancheng told him that if he was good enough, he could find some means to make Shu Er's life worse than death in the last period of time.

Song Di looked at his father as if he was looking at a stranger, and he heard his mechanical voice: "Okay, let him live as if he were dead."

Steward Wang told him that it was not Shu Er who killed the little beggar, and that the real cause of his death was the fatal blow wound on his head.Steward Wang had been monitoring Shu Er's actions outside that night. Although he beat the little beggar violently, there were no fatal wounds.After Shu Er arrived at the case, he kept yelling and trying to defend himself. He cried and said that he didn't hit the little beggar on the head!Although his other crimes are enough for him to drink a pot.

Before the little beggar died, he had only been alone with one other person, so it was obvious who the real murderer was.

Song Di's mood was a bit complicated. After many inquiries, he learned about the relationship between the two of them. His 'angel' kept calling the other person's younger brother.

It was that person he wanted to save back then, the one who gave him the final fatal blow.

He recalled the slowly happy light in the little beggar's eyes when he mentioned his younger brother, and he didn't know what it was like.He thought, not all love will be responded to after being sent out, sometimes, you will only meet a white-eyed wolf.

Song Di didn't want to pursue the little beggar's younger brother, but he withdrew the helping hand he wanted to extend.Just let him fend for himself, life or death has nothing to do with him.

"dong dong dong"

The sound of knocking on the door came from behind. Song Di lowered his eyelashes and looked away from the sky. Butler Wang's voice sounded at the right time: "Master, we should go."

Song Di carried a schoolbag on his back, which was empty except for a flashlight.

He left the house where he had lived for five years without any memory, and got into the black car parked at the door.

The vehicle gradually drove away, and Song Di never looked back. There was nothing worth commemorating here, and the memory of five years was pale and terrifying.He just had some small regrets: until now, he still didn't know the name of the little beggar.

……

Forget it, it's not a very important thing anyway.

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