REMIX

(One)

The white cue ball rolled silently on the table, and slid straight to the center of the scattered billiard balls. Everyone in the hall looked after it as if they hadn't seen it, until it hit a black "Number Nine" and sent it to the center. It is sent into the empty net pocket in front of the oblique.

A thud.

The black-haired boy was rubbing his clubs, his neck was thin and long, his back was languidly arched like a cat, and his school uniform shirt was hanging on his shoulders, forming a few just-right folds. Strong and straight.He looked frivolous, walked around the table slowly, and even yawned.

The people around the table made way for him, their young faces showed a look of awe, and when they saw him taking out a cigarette, they went up to pass the fire.

He frowned and smiled, not thinking it was a gesture of goodwill.

"Thank you."

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the billiard hall. The door was pushed open by a woman wearing black-rimmed glasses. She was stepping on a pair of old-fashioned noble shoes, her face was flushed from the burning anger, and she was wrapped in unfit professional clothes. The overly plump body made the group of teenagers laugh lowly with malicious intentions.

Her face turned redder.

"Gong Junye!"

As the newly appointed head teacher, the prestige she had managed to establish disappeared in front of this group of ignorant teenagers. She yelled frantically, "Go back to class!"

The young man held down the hand that was raised in front of his face, and when he raised his eyes in that bending motion, his eyes were menacing, and he couldn't tell whether it was cunning or dangerous.He seems to be very good at using facial expressions and eyes to express feelings, and those unspoken things can be perfectly expressed by one of his eyes, so that it can move people's hearts.

That's probably a natural talent.

But he obviously didn't do anything.He shrugged his shoulders at the people around him, and they all laughed wantonly, completely ignoring this little teacher who graduated from a prestigious university.

"History? Politics? It doesn't matter if you take that class or not."

He walked up to her leisurely, put one hand on her shoulder: "I can show you the test directly."

A teenage boy is going through the most hormonally violent growth period, and his body and temperament are gradually approaching a real "man". When he approached her with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, she seemed to be fainted by the smell of smoke , The heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

"If I fail the exam, the teacher will punish me."

She pushed him away amidst the unabashed boos of the group of teenagers, grabbed her handbag and left the stage angrily, before she left, she stamped her feet and announced: "Gong Junye, go back and invite your parents!"

Gong Junye, is a senior in high school.

The school he attended was a well-known local noble high school. It is said that it was a European-style building complex built decades ago and converted into a school by investors.The school is semi-enclosed and located on the mountainside surrounded by green trees. It takes four or ten minutes to drive down the mountain to the city. Every time I skip class and go out to play, it is like fleeing famine collectively, and I am exhausted when I come back.Before he had to go to the afternoon class, Gong Junye ran to the small garden in the backyard of the school and called his mother: "Beautiful girl, our class teacher invites you to drink tea."

"Beautiful girl" is Gong Junye's pet name for his model mother. Not only does she have a frighteningly dewy appearance, but she also has a delicate and pungent personality like a little girl who doesn't grow up.She couldn't count the number of times she heard her son's words, and she went crazy on the phone: "Gong Batiao! You can die if you don't cause trouble for a day! A little brother with thin skin and tender flesh came to our house, you know? ?”

"Ms. Ai Rui, if you call me eight again, I will really show you..."

He leaned back indifferently, behind him was a white porch covered with vines, and the dark green leaves were rustling.He fiddled with his hair, feeling that the questioning and memory didn't quite match up, so he asked in a drawn-out voice, "Ah—who is that?"

"Hey, I'm so pissed off, I'm going to get wrinkles!" Ai Rui jumped on the other side, "How can you be as virtuous as Gong Weiyan, I'm sorry for you!"

She lowered her voice and reminded vaguely: "You put him to sleep, do you remember?"

Gong Junye was stunned, and completed a sudden realization with a simulation accuracy of 90.00% on the innocent phone: "Oh, I remembered, what's the matter with him?"

"You put someone to sleep and you actually ask what's the matter???"

"Rui Rui," he said earnestly with one hand on his lap, "you told me not to let me fall in love early."

"..."

Ai Rui was astonished at her wonderful son who was born once every 800 years.

But people always have to distinguish between right and wrong. If it’s something wrong with your own child, then it’s wrong. Ai Rui cleared her throat, although her way of education is more like a little girl’s boss than her mother’s scolding: “Apologize! I don’t care I have promised others! You have to apologize!"

"Okay, okay, I see, I will apologize."

Gong Junye put away his naughty tone at the right time, wandered around twice, and begged, "Why don't you come to school, Mom, why don't you come, don't you miss me after you haven't seen me for a week?"

"Ugh."

Ai Rui said that she was not forgiving, but actually her heart softened when she heard her son acting like a baby.

"I can't help it." She sighed, "This beautiful girl, go and see you little bastard."

So early the next morning, Ms. Ai Rui drove away Gong Junye's father's Maybach, and rushed to their school at a high speed, stepping on the height of [-] centimeters. Spread out a red carpet and go straight to the classroom.At that time, Gong Junye had just returned from a walk with Si Jun, sneaked into the back door of the classroom, looked up and saw a living mother standing on the podium, holding the hand of the head teacher, "Teacher, don't worry about children Ah... the eight of us, ah no, our Juan Ye will not cause you any trouble at work, at least he helped you beat up those gangsters who make trouble every day before skipping class... Ouch, how can you, kid? Fighting is really..."

As soon as she saw the son who was taller than herself, she feigned anger and beckoned him: "I'm talking about you! Come here!"

He had to obey.Knowing that such a lesson would not be harmful to him at all, he still put on a submissive look, slumped his shoulders lazily, and stood beside Ai Rui quite consciously, in order not to let the two The lady was embarrassed and obediently lowered her head to be scolded, with a smile on her lips.

Who doesn't know who Gong Junye is.

He dawdles, teases teachers, has no respect for elders, and walks on other people's heads, not only because his father is the sponsor of this school.And he never thought these were privileges, as if he was born with them, like a golden spoon in his mouth, once he hit the ground, he would be a prince who was respected by others.

More often, people on the road called him "Gong Shao", the son of the notorious Gong Weiyan.

--spendthrift.

(two)

Every Friday at four o'clock in the afternoon is the end of school time, the driver Qiu Heng arrived on time and waited at the school gate early.The bell rang for about 10 minutes, and the young masters and ladies scattered in twos and threes, only to see Gong Junye and two boys of the same age come out.

These two people are no strangers to Qiu Heng. They are both Gong Junye's good friends since he was in junior high school. Qing, it is said that they are from a minority ethnic group, with long hair that attracts people's attention. They were originally Si Jun's younger hair, but now the three of them go in and out together, they are one of the rare people who can get along with Gong Junye.

Qiu Heng has been with the Gong family for more than two years. Since Gong Junye entered high school, the young master who has the most communication with him every day is this young master who plays an important role in the family, so he knows more about his private life.

Walking up to him, Gong Junye brushed his navy blue school uniform jacket off his shoulders, turned around and asked the two of them, "Take you all the way?"

After being thanked, he turned to Qiu Heng, showing that kind of casual and distance-free smile: "Ah Heng has worked hard."

The mediocre-looking man pursed his lips cautiously, and only dared to lower his head when looking back, leaning over and respectfully opened the car door for him.

"Master, you are welcome."

Qiu Heng started the car, turned the steering wheel several times, turned a U-shaped turn, and drove out of the mountain road into the street.Gong Junye was playing with his mobile phone in the co-pilot, he lost his patience after flicking his fingertips twice quickly and perfunctorily, tilted his head and looked out the window in boredom, and refused to speak to Si Jun.Chu Qing doesn't talk much, and keeps a cold face from the beginning to the end, which is actually his normal state, because when the topic is thrown at him, he will answer it seriously.

They talked about those famous people, and they didn't shy away from it in front of Qiu Heng, knowing that he would try his best to play the silent thing, like a part of this car, not even a spectator.

Everyone knows the rules of working for the underworld: don't listen, don't look, don't speak, if the boss says you are dead, then you are dead.Although Qiu Heng is the kind of character who has no sense of existence, he has always been cautious in his words and deeds, with a kind of humble forbearance in his bones.

There is only one exception.

When they reached the intersection where Si Jun and Chu Qing were going to get off the car, Qiu Heng drove a few meters forward and stopped the car steadily along the sidewalk. When the two got off the car and started it up again, he heard Gong Junye call him .

"Ah Heng."

Qiu Heng tightened his hands on the steering wheel, and quickly agreed: "Speak, young master."

"Last time you said that your daughter should go to primary school...in September, I remember correctly."

Qiu Heng is in his 30s this year. He has a seven-year-old daughter who is ready to go to elementary school. When summer came, he discussed with his wife and gritted his teeth to let his daughter go to a school with better conditions and a higher starting point in the city center. Worry about high school selection fees.

It was just a trifle that was mentioned inadvertently, at best it was casually said during the chat, even he himself didn't take it as a complaint or appeal, somehow it was heard by Gong Junye.Qiu Heng suddenly felt a sense of crisis of slipping his tongue.

He then asked, "Are you short of money?"

Qiu Heng didn't dare to be distracted while driving the car. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gong Junye unzipping his schoolbag, took out two bundles of banknotes wrapped in kraft paper from the empty cloth bag, and threw them into the back seat of the car with a flick of his hand.

"Give you."

Qiu Heng's eyes widened, and then narrowed again, as if stung by the light of the street lamp.

"I gave the money, it has nothing to do with Gong Weiyan."

The bulletproof car window was illuminated by the sky, the figure disappeared, and some trivial reactions were covered up. Qiu Heng called out: "Master..."

The young man's uplifting tone always had a hint of being foolish, but it could well prove to others that he was serious. He waved his hand and interrupted Qiu Heng's speech, which he could guess eight or nine points, and said, "It's not an outsider, Next time you need help, just let me know."

This is not like what a child should say to an adult, nor what a master should say to a servant. Qiu Heng couldn't see his expression, and could only speak weakly: "Young master actually doesn't have to do this step."

He felt ashamed.

"Thank you."

The car drove to a secluded residential area, the gate opened slowly, and two rows of lush green trees in front of it opened up a straight road, leading to scattered villas on a high place, a path winding through it, passing through the silent dusk and Lush gardens.

Gong Junye didn't know if he was listening, he turned his head absent-mindedly, his handsome face was reflected in the rearview mirror, the afterglow in his eyes faded away, and the dusk was heavy.

"Master is back."

The butler came to Gong Weiyan's study to report to him. The door was ajar. The man was standing in front of an oil painting in a daze. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and replied, "Understood."

He is already in his prime, but he doesn't see the slightest signs of aging on his body. He is tall and straight, but his standing posture is slack and casual, his back is slightly hunched, and his tall shadow is cast obliquely on the carpet—the same mold as Gong Junye. engraved.

"Yo."

The boy who returned home held the door with one hand, took off his school uniform and threw it on the ground with the other. Behind him were the socks and shoes that had been taken off all the way. The maid ran up the stairs well-trained to pick them one by one.

He smiled warmly and asked, "Which girl are you dating tonight?"

Gong Weiyan also replied kindly: "Your mother."

The butler didn't dare to listen to the conversation between the father and son, who had a hidden knife in their smiles, and had already retreated with interest, leaving the old and the young, who looked exactly the same, looking at each other with their hearts full of thoughts a few steps away.It's not a good distance for conversation, even the strangers are too far away, but none of them intend to move a step.

In the end, it was Gong Weiyan who moved first, because Ai Rui, who was downstairs who was getting ready to go, called him in the lobby: "Husband, we are leaving!"

He tilted his head so that his voice could come out from the door: "Here we are."

Gong Weiyan adjusted the open collar of his shirt in front of the mirror, and buckled the watch carefully selected by his wife to match the clothes on his left wrist. When he passed by his indifferent son, he stopped for a while, and still stretched out in the face of the obvious avoidance. Arms hooked around Gong Junye's shoulders, and kissed the forehead covered by hair.

"Be good when you're alone at home."

Gong Junye passively leaned against the door, his eyes fell in the opposite direction, and the corners of his mouth raised hypocritically: "Get out."

The sound of leaving footsteps seemed to be mocking.

He stood quietly at the door of Gong Weiyan's study for a while, and the sound of a car starting downstairs came from clear to vague.It was rare for his parents to go together, so it must not be an ordinary social occasion, Gong Junye went downstairs and asked the servants to find out that he was going to a hundred-day banquet for the son of a high-ranking official.

The palace family that has been rooted in this city for decades has a great reputation. It is not an exaggeration to say that it occupies half of the country. It has a wide network and a stable foundation. However, his grandfather's generation rarely had contact with officials, and he has always been in their line of work. Look down on those half-truths and half-false tricks in officialdom.However, in his father's generation, in order not to be hindered on some issues involving interests, he also began to learn to use some beautiful forms to contact the upper class.

With the change of the times, the atmosphere of violence in the early years has gradually declined. The hands of this generation are still stained with dirty blood, but the business they do is different, and the means of solving problems are much gentler. Like a personable businessman.

But to Gong Junye, Gong Weiyan is just a heartless, treacherous scum.

(three)

Gong Junye has not been close to his father since he was a child.

He and Gong Weiyan used one of the most profound details in his memory as an example, that is, when he was 16 years old, he brought a girl home for the first time, and his father threw a blanket for him from downstairs without saying a word. box condom such a relationship.

The "not close" here is not estrangement, which stems from the unwillingness to get enough affection and care, but from the inner judgment of an independent personality, which is disgust.

Besides Ai Rui's headache, she also reflected on it. This has something to do with her father's negligence in discipline. Gong Weiyan failed to fulfill all the responsibilities of a father due to his limited status. It is difficult to balance career and family.

The bad thing is that when Gong Junye was ten years old, he discovered that his father had many women around him.But this man who was so flirtatious outside was actually gentle and virtuous when he returned home. His infidelity made the image of Gong Weiyan's father fade in his heart even more, to the point of being ugly.

Ai Rui tried to explain this matter to a child in easy-to-accept language, but he asked her calmly beyond his age: "Why didn't you separate from him?"

Yeah, why not break up with him?

It's strange that a man like Gong Weiyan keeps himself safe.

Ai Rui has been married to him for more than ten years, and from the very beginning, she has acquiesced in his nonchalant detachment, knowing that he has other women outside, knowing what he does when he doesn't go home occasionally, and knowing that his thoughtfulness can be possessed by others.

— knowing that I don't have to worry about it.

Because he is also very good to her, every sentence "I love you" is sincere, always treats with tenderness, will remember the little things she accidentally mentioned, no matter how small, and then do it well.Stay absolutely focused when you're with her, don't complain, never get impatient with her, and even if he doesn't come home, he won't forget to tell her in advance so she doesn't have to prepare dinner.

Gong Junye would not understand.

She said frankly: "Because I can't find a man who treats me better than him."

"But you..." This word is a bit difficult for him to say, "Do you love him?"

Ai Rui smiled and replied, "I love you."

"I love him, and he loves me, but our love is different."

Ai Rui is like a wonderful collection to Gong Weiyan, he enjoys her as a unique beauty in this world and must belong to him.

So he spurned him.

The irreconcilable personality conflict between father and son has continued since Gong Junye's rebellious period, and it is no longer the level of a child throwing a temper tantrum.And as a fairy who was born to be pampered and pampered, it was too embarrassing for Ai Rui to eliminate her old grudges.She couldn't tell what was right and what was wrong.

She can't bear to blame her lover, and her children are also perfect.Gong Junye has been impeccable in appearance since he was a child, with a strong personality and high emotional intelligence. He learned etiquette and shooting since he was a child, and later learned luxury appraisal based on his personal interests. He looks like a qualified second-generation ancestor on the outside and inside, Gong Weiyan But still refused to say a word of satisfaction.It makes sense when you think about it, the parents were not born recklessly, they are essentially different from those vulgar nouveau riche with strange aesthetics, and naturally have higher requirements for their children.

What about Gong Junye?

Soon it was winter, and he successfully survived the first half of his third year of high school, fulfilling the glorious mission of a bastard.

After the winter vacation, the annual fixed task will come, Chinese New Year.

As a big family with strict family traditions and intact old habits, every New Year's Eve, Gong Junye would go back to his grandfather's old house with his parents.When "New Year" is given a heavy meaning by the whole family, it is not just as simple and warm as reunion.

Rather, whenever a family gets together, the atmosphere will inevitably become delicate.

Mr. Gong has three sons under his knees, Gong Weiyan is the second child at home, there is an elder brother above him and a third younger brother below him, the same goes for Gong Junye.Ai Rui often joked that the yin in the family was strong and the yang was weak, and none of the sisters-in-law gave birth to a girl, so she couldn't hug the little girl who was an aunt.

Gong Weiyan also agreed, a mere Gong Junye was enough for him to worry about, and when he got home and saw the crowd of half-sized children, he would feel flustered.

But he also has his own worries.

Every family is a son, and everyone knows what this situation means—the family was peaceful when he was in power, and he will always be old one day, and he dare not pray for a stable life to his old age. Cousins ​​will definitely covet the family business that fell into Gong Junye's hands.

This is not unfounded worry.In a family like theirs, there are always intertwined interests under the cover of family tenderness. When the old man separated the family, he insisted on leaving the wealth and real estate under his name to the boss and the third child, but left the gray family that had been in business for a lifetime. The industry, including the resources and connections accumulated over the years, were all entrusted to Gong Weiyan.People around have no objection to this, the old man's decision will never go wrong, Gong Weiyan is indeed the best candidate to take over the family business.This evaluation is not tainted with personal feelings. They all see Gong Weiyan's ability and character. In contrast, the eldest son, Gong Junye's uncle, has been mediocre for most of his life. Not in good health, but relying on being the youngest, she is proud of being favored and has a lot of scheming, no one will ignore her.

Mr. Gong is a sensible person. If he wants to prevent the country he has conquered from being ruined by his children and grandchildren, he must hand it over to a qualified master.

Qualified master...

Thinking of this, Gong Weiyan, who was lying on the balcony fence smoking a cigarette, turned his head and glanced at Gong Junye who was playing cards in the living room through the white bay window of the western-style old house.

Sitting opposite him is his cousin Gong Junxing, who has rolled his eyes and despised all sentient beings for many years, and slapped the bomb in his hand on the table: "Brother, you lost No. 18 times tonight."

Gong Junye stared at the bad cards in his hand, and was stunned for two seconds, covering his face and howling, "Ahhh!"

Gong Weiyan couldn't watch it anymore, and threw himself into the arms of Ai Rui who didn't know what to do, and wept bitterly.

My worthless son hey.

Gong Junye has played the role of a harmless mascot at home for many years. Even if no one dares to mention it in front of Gong Weiyan, it has almost become the consensus of everyone—cousin Gong Junying held a double reading With a degree, the company went public before he graduated; his cousin Gong Junxing had an extraordinary IQ since he was a child, and he easily went abroad to study at a university at the age of 16.When the old man was alive, he once joked that these two children might have inherited all the excellent genes in the family, leaving nothing to the second child.

A joke is a joke, and whoever hears it will know what it feels like.

The head of the family with the most status, but the most unpromising son.

"This is the simplest rule, brother." Gong Junxing smiled and pushed the cards away. After winning the game without any suspense, he lost interest in the game. He said something that sounded intimate, but every word contained With blatant bitterness, "You are too stupid. You are not good at studying and doing business, and you can't even gamble?"

Gong Junying, who was talking about investment and bidding with her aunt in the distance, snorted contemptuously.

"loser."

They looked down on him, never afraid of being heard by him with sarcastic remarks, because it was an irrefutable fact.

He can't study, he can't do business, he's fooling around all day long, and they look at his life like watching a vulgar comedy, eager to laugh at the final outcome.

But what Gong Weiyan didn't see, and what everyone didn't see, was that Gong Junye had already hidden the cards he might win under the lace coaster on the table, pressing it gently with a teacup. I don't know how he did it I arrived, and I don't know when I moved my hands.

When it was his turn to shuffle the cards, he lowered his head and took a sip of herbal tea, his smiling eyes slightly opened.

"as long as you are happy."

(four)

Gong Weiyan felt that this could not go on.

According to his plan for Gong Junye, when the spring begins in March, Gong Junye will go abroad to take a three-month intensive course, take the college entrance examination in June, and then go directly to a matching school abroad to study in university. Choose well in advance, whether you are willing to say it is another story.

Gong Weiyan has always been impeccable.As long as he decides to set out to do something, your personal wishes must be infinitely postponed after the greatest benefit obtained.The same thing happened with his son.

He can't guarantee that Gong Junye will be willing to take over the family business in the future, not forcing it is his greatest kindness.Even if there is no so-called perfect solution in this world, he will pave this road as far as possible even including his own death.

But he still had a little bit of luck.

So before the end of the winter vacation, he tentatively discussed with Gong Junye: "I have an underground casino in my hand, you can use it to play and exercise."

At that time, Gong Junye was sitting cross-legged on the soft and rotten pure white long-haired carpet, staring intently at the display screen behind his father, holding the electric handle tightly with both hands, and only heard the voice: "You let me, I'm dying."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted impatiently, so he had to swallow the last half of the sentence and didn't continue, but it seemed that he didn't intend to compromise for the dying protagonist in the game.

The "Gameover" notification sounded, Gong Junye let out a long sigh, threw the vibrating handle away, leaned back, and sank heavily into the piles of feather pillows on the sofa bed.

An impassive eye peeped from under his arm.

"understood."

He was extremely annoyed by Gong Weiyan's appearance.

Whether it's easy to handle or hypocritical and tolerant, he hates the face of pretending to be a loving father the most.But he slipped and said no.Even though he understood that Gong Weiyan's purpose was to test him, he never disobeyed the other party's orders in this respect.

It was Ai Rui who protested between the two of them: "Jun Ye is still young! Why did you let him do this so early!"

Even if Gong Junye is over 1.8 meters tall, he is still a baby in Ai Rui's heart.She needs to be hugged when she falls down, and coaxed when she suffers hardships. She pours all the love that Gong Weiyan didn't send to him, and is afraid that she will give less.

Gong Weiyan shook his head resentfully: "You really spoiled him."

The eldest young master made an airborne inspection and frightened a group of brutal grassroots people, especially a few subordinates personally assigned by Gong Weiyan to assist and protect Gong Junye. As soon as he plucked up his courage and called out "Young Master Gong", they were raised. stop.

"Don't call it that," he smiled, "I don't like to hear it."

The thugs, who were used to being scolded and scolded at ordinary times, felt a little uncomfortable being treated like this suddenly, so they quickly changed their words: "Brother Ye!"

In fact, he just had his 19th birthday.

Counting from here, Gong Junye has actually come into contact with a small part of Gong Weiyan's business, because casinos are the main source of black money other than smuggling.Two days before he intervened in the specific affairs, he first got a general understanding of the casino's operation method, the source and output of funds with the previous person in charge and the manager, and got acquainted with the people who contributed to the bottom, which was completely unprepared come.

Those who can see the light and those who cannot see the light are both buying and selling.He knew that the money in his pocket was not without blood, but he didn't think it deserved sympathy.

Killing people and taking their lives, paying debts and paying back money, is just right and proper.As for the reason why he fell into the gambling game, what kind of heavy story he was carrying, and how many unspeakable hardships he had, these were not within the scope of his concern.

Bad people do bad things.

About half a month later, on a Friday when school was over early, Gong Junye asked Qiu Heng to bring him and sent him away. As soon as he stepped into the door, he saw a group of people in the room ready to go. He peeled off a stick When I picked up the second half of the words, it seemed that I was about to go out to "collect the bill".

"Collecting bills" is the slang word here, to clean up those who have paid off their bills in the casino but are overdue. It is said that they want money, but they are actually dead.A man surnamed Zhao lost 100 million last week, and he has disappeared for a whole week until today. According to the old rules, he has to put up something as collateral—anything, wife, child, or organ.

Anything that can be converted into money is fair.

Gong Junye didn't need to do this kind of rough work, but it happened that today the eldest young master had a taste for elegance, so he was free at leisure, so he threw his schoolbag to the stunned bodyguard beside him, and said, "I want to go too."

I heard that the place I went to was the poorest street in the area.

Behind every glamorous city there is such an unsightly place, like a patch on a fancy dress, a rat hole in a mansion, you can’t get rid of it, it must exist for a reason.

People in the world are divided into three, six, and nine grades, and a background like Gong Junye's is naturally incomprehensible.When he was numb to his life, which was rich and jaded, how could he imagine that there were people who would skip meals, whose shoes never fit, and the little boy whose clothes were washed white, like running towards the cage after school? A windy attic.

Gong Junye looked at the child through the car window, the small figure crossed the old potholed road, and the swaying scene under the setting sun came to an abrupt end.

The driver stopped and said, here we are.

The little boy didn't see him, and suddenly quickened his pace, jumped up the steps, and rushed into the mottled building.

The dusty wind rushed towards him the moment he opened the door, he brushed off the collar of his black uniform, and asked the person closest to him: "That person surnamed Zhao has a son?"

"No, that's not his son." The subordinate replied as they walked, "It's...a woman who lives here is taking care of him. It seems that he was picked up by an orphan."

Gong Juanye peeled off another stick of candy, rubbing the wrapper in the palm of his hand.

In the doorway they were walking towards, the boy's back disappeared for an instant, and as the man yelled out in pain, he was chopped and shoved to the ground, covered in dirt.

No one knew what happened inside, and the subordinate who had just answered didn't react, and was slapped on the back by Gong Junye: "Quick, go in."

The interlopers ended the woman's disaster.

Time seemed to be stopped, the decayed wooden door was wide open, the rusty sunset fell on the ground, a fruit knife stained red, and the blood gushing out from the man's palm.On the other side of the overturned sofa was a young woman with disheveled clothes and disheveled hair. The room was a mess.

Gong Junye glanced around briefly, and pointed at the target person: "surnamed Zhao?"

The man, who was still bleeding and groaning in pain, trembled his wrists and suddenly lost his voice.

He was sure, and gave a high-five to the people on standby behind him.While the man was being tied up and begging for mercy, he noticed that the little boy, who was eight or nine years old by visual inspection, fell heavily, but got up quickly, with a high back, like a young and murderous puppy .

He was hugged tightly by the woman who stood up, revealing half of his freckled face, and looked at Gong Junye warily for a second.Those eyes were black and bright, but they were not shining gems, they were like sharp broken glass, with a kind of hurtful hostility.

The woman didn't know what to say to him, and patted his soiled shirt, and he turned around to pick up the things he dropped on the ground.There were pencil cases, textbooks for the fourth grade of elementary school, and homework books that had been stepped on. Then he raised his head and saw the schoolbag that Gong Junye was carrying in his hand first.

In the blink of an eye, the obedience and obedience that appeared in front of women disappeared again. This made Gong Junye feel funny, so he squatted down according to his height, and asked him, "How old are you?"

Looking closer, the freckles on the boy's face became more obvious, but it made Gong Junye feel that it was quite a beautiful face, and his facial features were not affected at all, no less than any well-dressed, well-dressed face he had ever seen. A likable kid, though there was an age-inappropriate gloominess in the way he spoke: "Ten years old."

"Knowing how to protect your mother at a young age is promising."

Gong Junye suddenly found a bit of an adult mentality, and had unreasonable tolerance and expectations for children.He even detected a hint of instinctive kindness in this blurted compliment.Strange, he had this thing?

But now there is.He stroked the small head with uneven short hair, and was surprised by the completely different soft touch of the eyes, and his mood improved inexplicably.

In the evening, he went home to have dinner with Ai Rui, and told her at the dinner table: "I saw a very brave kid today."

Gong Weiyan still didn't go home, only the mother and son and the weak servants lived in the huge house, sometimes Gong Junye would call them over for dinner, which made it more lively.Gong Weiyan warned him not to get too close to outsiders, but he never listened.

"At the age of ten, he stabbed someone who bullied his mother with a knife." He stretched his hand across the table, and gave her the dish that Ai Rui liked to eat, "Adoptive mother."

"That's really amazing."

Ai Rui is like a willful little girl, she only picks food that she thinks is delicious, and she only listens to what she wants to hear. She doesn't care much about the cause and effect of this matter, but asks Gong Junye very emotionally: "I was taken by someone Will you rush to protect me even if you bully me?"

"Yes." Gong Junye thought it was funny, this is a natural question, "I definitely will."

"Ah..." Ai Rui exaggeratedly rested her chin on her hands, "Then I'll be content."

Ever since he was a child, he has made many promises to Ai Rui, from the birthday present he wanted to the wish she said himself, he will try his best to fulfill it.This is probably one of the rare things that he would put his mind to accomplish, so he was so serious that he never neglected it.Rather than saying that Ai Rui spoils him, it's better to say that he is pampering his canary-like mother in another way.This occasionally reminds him of Gong Weiyan, it's hard not to be wrong, in the way of loving someone, he is like him after all.

And he will be stronger, more focused, calm and courageous like a ten-year-old child. Only in this way can he get rid of the shadow from his father.

He broke his promise.

(Fives)

When the news of Ai Rui's accident reached Gong Junye's ears, he was still abroad.

In September, he complied with the arrangement and went to study abroad at a private university with a decent reputation. Since then, he has lived a happy life without restraint.Si Jun and Chu Qing went abroad together with him. The schools are not in the same school, but they are not far away. They usually hang out in his rented apartment when they have free time, and hang out with their classmates during holidays.He has no shortage of friends, interpersonal communication is his strong point, coupled with the influence of his identity, it is not difficult to mingle with the local Chinese, and he even has a small reputation, and has a reputation in their circle.On weekdays, there will be Chinese students who are unfamiliar with each other who are introduced by acquaintances and ask him to help solve some minor troubles. It is not particularly difficult for him, but it can win him respect very well.