After saving Bai Yueguang's substitute

1647

You may not believe it.

I hit Yan Zhizhe.

1648

A moment of surprise flashed through my mind when I realized this.

After all, for me, fighting is too far away and a strange thing.

When was the last fight?

It seems to be in junior high school.

I can't remember the exact reason, but most likely it was just a small friction with others in the second stage of middle school.

But the confinement that followed and lasted for more than a month is something I will never forget.

1649

During those more than 30 days, when I opened my eyes, all I saw were ceilings and walls as pale as snow.

The room was cramped and could only accommodate the next bed and next to the table and chairs.

Standing two adults in the empty space is as if the room is already full.

Doors and windows are locked.

The window was probably sealed, and no matter how hard I pushed it, it would not move. I could only lie on the edge of the window sill and look at the sunlight outside.

Every time someone came in, the action of unlocking the door made a loud noise, which made me even more irritated, which was already unpleasant.

——Like a cicada on a tree in summer.

1650

Of course, the experience outside the room didn't make me much happier.

I was faced with endless inquiries and tests about "why I hit someone" and "what was I thinking when I hit someone".

The repeated inquiries bored me.

If you want to fight, you can fight, why are there so many.

But they seem to be holding a magnifying glass, dissecting every corner of my heart rigorously and harshly.

It seemed to be trying to find out the slightest connection between my loss of emotional control and the onset of my illness.

Or rather, they were looking for and confirming the possibility that I was a madman.

1651

In the end, I was "acquitted" because of my psychiatrist's reassurance that I was in a healthy state of mind.

But since that day, I have never had a single fight with anyone.

It's not because I'm afraid or afraid of similar psychotherapy, which can only make me unhappy at best.

It's just that I figured it out, and it's really not a good deal to bear the unpleasant experience of more than a month for the sake of momentary pleasure.

What's more, even if I don't have to beat people myself, I still have countless ways to achieve my goals.

Later, when I gradually grew into a business heir recognized by everyone, "fighting with my own hands" became an unnecessary thing.

Elite children like me feel that this is an act of depreciation.

——If you really want to hit someone, there are countless people willing to do it for you without having to do it yourself.

1652

But when I got into a fight for the second time in my life, I had to admit that there was a big difference between doing it yourself and watching someone else do it for you.

No matter how many times you watch the scene, the relief and joy in your heart at that moment are incomparable.

1653

The memories end here first, and then I will talk about "I beat Yan Zhizhe".

1654

I have wanted to beat Yan Zhizhe for a long time.

This is not surprising.

After I learned what he did to Xu Zhinian, I had this impulse in my mind.

And when Xu Zhinian and I established a romantic relationship, and our relationship became deeper and deeper, this impulse became more frequent.

Especially when I saw Yan Zhizhe.

1655

I used to think that there was a long distance between "thinking" and "doing".

Especially for me.

But it turns out, that distance is short.

It is so short that only a few words of Yan Zhizhe's understatement can make my heart surrounded by anger in an instant.

1656

I heard Yan Zhizhe say this to Cui Gaoyang.

"Xu Zhinian?" He said in a disdainful tone, "Are you afraid of what he will do. He is just a slut who hooks up everywhere just because of his good looks."

Cui Gaoyang hesitated: "But... I think Mr. Jiang seems to care about him."

Yan Zhizhe waved his hand: "How could Brother Jiang be serious about him, it's just for fun."

Cui Gaoyang still hesitated.

Yan Zhizhe said angrily again: "That Xu Zhinian is really not a thing, he always puts on a reluctant attitude in my bed, he looks so noble, but as soon as I go abroad, he hooks up with him right away Django!"

"Isn't it just a bitch who can do his best! What the hell is he thinking of himself!"

1657

I never knew that just a few short words could have such a devastating effect on me.

Anyway, at that moment, there was only one thought in my mind.

1658

I will kill Yan Zhizhe!

1659

Before my reason started to stop, my body had already obeyed my heart.

I pushed the door open and walked in. Under the surprised eyes of Yan Zhizhe and Cui Gaoyang, I walked in front of them.

"Jiang, Brother Jiang..." Yan Zhizhe seemed to want to say something to me after being taken aback.

But I don't care anymore, something is buzzing in my ears.

There seemed to be a surge of anger in my heart, and those emotions that I had suppressed for many years seemed to explode violently at this moment.

1660

It never occurred to me that I, too, lost control.

But before I could react, I picked up something from the coffee table and threw it at Yan Zhizhe's head.

1661

At that moment, accompanied by the sound of glass breaking and Yan Zhizhe's exclamation, I felt the most joyful.

It was as if all the unhappiness I had accumulated over the past ten years had been vented from hitting him on the head.

It wasn't until I saw the red liquid on Yan Zhizhe's head that I realized what I had thrown there.

It's a bottle of red wine.

1662

Yan Zhizhe looked very funny at this time.

He opened his mouth wide, as if startled by me, red wine dripped from his head, maybe mixed with some blood.

Seeing his frightened and frightened eyes, I suddenly wanted to laugh.

1663

In the end I don't know if I laughed or not.

Maybe, maybe not.

I couldn't quite control my emotions and expressions at the time.

All I know is that after smashing that red wine bottle, the rage and hostility that was rolling in my chest didn't go away.

Instead, it became more intense.

1664

So in the next second, I stepped forward, grabbed Yan Zhizhe's head, and slammed it on the coffee table several times.

More exclamations sounded in my ears, but I ignored them.

Yan Zhizhe tried to struggle a few times, but was quickly suppressed by me again.

He didn't dare to fight back. He was afraid of me since he was a child, so he could only cry and beg for mercy.

"Brother Jiang, I was wrong! I was talking nonsense just now!" He cried tearfully, "Brother Jiang, please forgive me!"

I watched him cry for a while with a blank face, then proceeded to punch him in the face without mercy.

1665

I think.

Maybe I did inherit the blood of the Wei family.

That crazy, murderous tendency to violence, and the hostile urge to hurt other people.

I might, really be a lunatic.

1666

Neither struggling nor begging for mercy could save Yan Zhizhe.

Nor can my violence be calmed down.

Following his cries of pain and Cui Gaoyang's screams, more and more people looked over here.

Xu Zhinian also came.

I saw him among the crowd.

1667

He looked at the mess all over the floor in surprise, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Mr. Jiang." He called me.

I stopped and turned to look at him.

1668

I saw myself in his eyes.

Vicious and brutal, his whole body was surrounded by hostility.

Even the eyes seemed to turn red.

I saw the people around him, and some of them took a few steps back, as if they were frightened by their appearance.

1669

Xu Zhinian didn't move, he seemed to be stunned.

1670

I stopped a few steps away and looked at him silently.

I can't help but think.

Would he be afraid of me like this?

1671

He should be scared.

It occurred to me that he, too, had been subjected to violent and humiliating abuse.

My behavior seemed to remind him of those unbearable experiences.

He will be afraid, will be afraid of all this.

I will be afraid of this too.

1672

The wound on my back and left shoulder began to ache again.

It was an old wound that had healed long ago, but still left a scar.

Pain should be my psychological effect.

I remembered that day, my mother grabbed the fruit knife expressionlessly and stabbed it into my body.

After that day, she started withdrawing from me and averting my gaze.

I didn't know why at first.

Later I understood, because from that day on, the way I looked at her was no longer a child's nostalgia for his mother.

Instead, it is full of fear and doubt.

1673

I don't know why, I feel cold and scared.

And she couldn't face all this, she couldn't face my fearful gaze, and she couldn't restrain herself from hurting me anymore.

1674

I looked at Xu Zhinian silently.

I want to say: "Niannian, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

But I couldn't get this sentence out of my mouth.

1675

There were some noisy voices in my ears again.

It might be someone outside whispering.

Or maybe it's just a fantasy in my head.

But I can't tell the difference.

1676

they said--

"Look, he really is a lunatic."

"I knew it would come one day."

"Who knows when he will get sick, I'd better stay away from him."

……

1677

I looked at Xu Zhinian.

I think back then, my mother used to look at me like that.

Distant and silent.

Just looking at me like this, but not daring to approach.

1678

I know, she is afraid that she will hurt me.

Just like the me now, I am also afraid that I will hurt Xu Zhinian.

1679

I don't know how much time has passed, maybe a few minutes, maybe only a few seconds.

The passage of time doesn't mean much to me in this state.

I took a step back, ready to leave.

1680

But before I took a step, Xu Zhinian rushed forward and hugged me tightly.

He said, "Mr. Jiang, I won't be afraid of you."

1681

He looked at me tenderly.

Before losing consciousness, I seemed to be immersed in his eyes.

He said, Mr. Jiang, you will not hurt me.

So, I will not be afraid.

Don't you be afraid either.

1682

Those things that have imprisoned me for more than ten years seem to disappear in an instant.

I fell unconscious in his arms.

But his embrace, hot and affectionate, wrapped me layer after layer.

Give me peace of mind even in the dark.

1683

I feel his warmth.

The author has something to say: [It’s been a while since I’ve updated, so here’s a prospect summary: Gong was stabbed by his mother in Chapter 36 of the previous article.Gong's first fight was locked up in the previous Chapter 46. 】

This chapter is actually a very critical plot, and it’s also a plot that has stuck with me for a long time. I don’t know if I have written that feeling orz

"I will kill Yan Zhizhe" is a sentence I wanted Mr. Jiang to say a long time ago, and I finally wrote it today.

And in this chapter, Mr. Jiang's psychological activities when beating people are: it's cool to beat Yan Zhizhe for a while, and it's cool to beat Yan Zhizhe all the time.

Then this article starts with the setting of two-way redemption.

The first volume [His Temperature] is Mr. Jiang’s salvation of Niannian, and the second volume [100℃] is mainly about Niannian’s salvation of Mr. Jiang...

Today I finally wrote the theme of the second volume.

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