Let go of the past

There is a Qi family in City B, a big family with red roots, the older generation has made great achievements in military affairs, and the younger generations have been indebted to Zu Meng, all of them have prominent positions, and the family is prosperous.The eldest son of the fourth family is a full-fledged demon king. When he was naked, he made a mess in the military compound all day long. Later, when he grew up, it became even worse. He was beaten, locked up, and released If he dies, he will live. There is nothing he can do. He can't really kill him.

Later, it really got into trouble, gangs and gangs fought with people on the curb, and a brick opened someone's head.The other party's family is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and his life was saved, but the child of that family was not in a hurry to get angry when he was slapped with bricks for no reason, so he threatened to return an eye for an eye.

His father was eager to love his son, and in a hurry, he took him to a distant relative's house in S City to avoid the limelight, and the story opened the door of fate.

The devil king soldier ruffian in city B met the noble young master from the merchant's family in city S. When the two first met, it could be said that they looked at each other and hated each other.

In terms of verbal skills, soldiers and ruffians are naturally inferior to the young master, but the suppression by force is the real end of the abuse, and that sentence is true. It is hard to explain why a scholar meets a soldier.

The soldier ruffian will use some tricky methods, and will only attack the most painful place and the least likely to be seen by adults, but the young master is an arrogant master. It moved the soldier ruffian's heart, and he wiped the gunpowder smoke into sparks.

The two lived together day and night like this for more than half a year. From the initial incompatibility to the inseparability at the end, in front of the adults, they are good buddies who are like brothers, but secretly, they have already made a private decision for life.

That year, the incarnate demon king Twenty Lang was at the age of twenty, and the young master had just come of age.

In the spring of the following year, news came from City B that the old man of the Qi family was critically ill, and when he was dying, he muttered about letting his grandson go back.

The soldier ruffian felt reluctant to leave after staying in S City, he was reluctant to leave, but he had to.

Before leaving, the young master was still putting on a good show, saying goodbye without saying goodbye.

Teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad. For them, these sorrows, bitterness and hatred are distant stories that only exist in dramas.

There is indeed nothing to express, because not long after, the young master followed his business father to the north, and the two of them met again sweetly before their lovesickness became a lingering wound.

It is true that the Qi family has a big business, and the uncles and aunts are overwhelmed. The banquet was halfway, and the soldier dragged the young master away from the adults, and went around to the secluded backyard. He was about to plot evil, but ran into his biological sister.

The young master seems to have an innate ability to attract the Qi family, and he has attracted the love of soldiers and ruffians. The younger sister glanced at him in surprise, but she also secretly agreed.

At that time, the three of them had their own concerns, but they got along very well.

It wasn't until the elders in the family started talking about marriage, that the younger sister secretly told the soldier that she wanted to marry the young master.

The soldier ruffian who was hit in the head didn't know what to do, so he ran to tell the young master immediately.

The collision of rough nerves and Linglong's thoughts naturally resulted in the loss of both sides.

The young master cut off contact with him in a fit of anger, and when they met again, it was at the wedding banquet of the soldier ruffian.

After all, the other party couldn't resist the heavy pressure from the family and chose the easiest path.

"He said that he has devoted his whole life to being worthy of the country, his parents, his wife and children, but the only person who is sorry is you."

Ji's father leaned out his upper body from the chair, looked behind Bai Cen, and said in a joking tone, "Where did you hide the script? This is a new film you're going to shoot? Listen to my advice, change the book, it's too bad." , now audiences are very picky, they won't buy it, don't tarnish your name as Director Bai."

Bai Cen's expression was calm and unwavering: "I'm just a messenger, whether it's bad or not, it doesn't count if I say it."

Father Ji rang the summoning bell on the desk, and after a while the housekeeper opened the door, and Father Ji said, "Help me find something that can light a fire."

The butler responded with no surprise, and asked, "Did you mean the lighter?"

Ji's father nodded: "Yes." Then he looked at Bai Cen and said to him, "Don't stand still, find a chair and drink tea by yourself?"

"No." Bai Cen walked slowly to a stool beside him and sat down. The expression on his face gave the impression that he was not being polite, but that he really didn't want to drink.

The housekeeper exited the study, and came back after a short while. There was a silver lighter in a palm-sized tray. He walked over and put it on the desk, and bowed away again without saying a word.

Ji's father took the lighter and played with it in his palm for a while, then suddenly grabbed the letter on the corner of the table, and with a clear and melodious click, the gradually exuberant tongue of fire was imprinted in his pupils, and his emotions could not be seen as sad or happy.

"Tong, have you ever thought about it?" Bai Cen watched him burn the letter, and said slowly, "This should be the last time you can get angry about him."

Ji's father threw the half-burned envelope on the ground, watched it turn into black ash little by little before his eyes, then looked up at Bai Cen, and said with a smile: "So you all think that everything is just me Are you angry?"

"I don't mean that." Bai Cen said lightly, "I just feel that everything can't be like you, blocking everyone's way. Because of you, he will never dare to set foot in City S again until he dies, his sister I also really like you, but what I get in return is to be by your side tremblingly in regret and guilt. Obviously there is a solution that has the best of both worlds, but you have to end up with such a result that hurts everything. Even so, you are really happy Yet?"

Father Ji threw the lighter on the table with a snap, turned his back to the chair, looked at Bai Cen and sneered, "Yes, you are all right, and I have never refuted it, have I?" A confused and helpless expression: "Look, we get married and have children, isn't it enough to have the best of both worlds?"

"Ke Yuwei, Hegu, I want to be caught between the two of you, and I will waste my whole life like this." Bai Cen said slowly: "It has been more than 30 years, and she dared to go back to City B again after an absence of more than 30 years, but it was to bid farewell to her. Brother, that is her hometown, where her parents and relatives are all there, you, Ji Wengtong, have a hard heart, but not everyone is like you."

"Director Bai," Ji's father looked over with deep eyes, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "I said earlier that your book is too bad, let me give you some inspiration."

On the night of the soldier's wedding, his younger sister found a young master who was drinking alone in hiding. In the name of reminiscing about the old days, she secretly drugged the wine.

After the young master found out, he was furious, and wanted to rush out the door while he was still awake, but was stopped by the soldiers who suddenly appeared, blocking the door and forcing him to have a consummation with his sister.

"She really likes you. It's impossible for the two of us, but you can marry my sister."

Within half a year, the eldest son and the youngest daughter of Qi's family had a happy event, and the elders in the family were so happy that they couldn't help but shake off the red cloth.

However, the new daughter-in-law of Ji's family in S city, stayed alone in the vacant room on the night of her wedding, after all, she did not wait for the person on her heart.

For many years after that, the young master and the daughter of the Qi family slept in separate rooms, and except for the night when he was drugged, he never touched a single hair of her.

Until the soldier ruffian came to the door again from a thousand miles away, earnestly begging the young master, hoping that he could have a child with his sister.

"Just treat it as our two children, okay?"

The young master looked at the still tall and stalwart man standing in front of him, his brows and eyes were stained by wind, frost, rain and snow, and he suddenly felt that he was very strange.

In fact, as early as a few years ago when he forced him to marry his sister, he no longer knew him.

The young master agreed to his plea, but also forced the other party to make an oath.

"I hope that from now on, you will never come to see me again, don't come to S City, and don't try to let me know your news by any means. As far as you go, I will treat you as dead."

Bai Cen looked at the figure submerged in the darkness after the lights dimmed, and sighed heavily, his voice was low and hoarse for a moment: "I didn't know there were these stories, you actually..."

"What?" Ji's father raised his eyebrows, his tone was very confused: "I'm talking about the script with you, what are you talking about?"

Bai Cen stood up from the chair, "Okay."

"Is Director Bai leaving?"

Bai Cen nodded: "I have no face to stay any longer."

Father Ji chuckled: "Then I won't give it away."

Bai Cen walked to the door, but stopped again, without looking back, and asked slowly, "Bengtong, do you hate him?"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Ji Bing raised his voice and asked, "Who?"

The butler's gentle voice came in: "Master, it's me."

Ji Bing looked at Li Ziqing in surprise, straightened up, walked around the sofa, opened the door, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Master," the butler said slowly, "If you are free now, can you go to the study to see the master?"

Li Ziqing steered the wheelchair closer, glanced back and forth between the faces of the two, and asked softly, "What happened?"

"It's okay." The housekeeper smiled at him, then turned to Ji Bing, his eyes were serious and calm: "Mr. Bai just left, I don't know what they talked about, I'm just a little worried."

Ji Bing paused for a second or two, nodded and said, "Okay."

Ji Bing pushed the door open, and Ji's father looked up from the desk. The two looked at each other for a moment. Ji Bing's gaze moved down, and he saw a few long sheets of rice paper spread on the desk. There is an indifferent and elegant bookish atmosphere.

Ji Bing stood at the door, and shouted from a distance: "Dad."

Ji's father looked cold: "Is there something wrong?"

"It's okay." Ji Bing took a step and approached, "Come and see you."

Father Ji scoffed lightly: "It's rather strange."

Ji Bing walked around behind the desk, looked down at the words written by his father, his eyes glanced at a trace of puzzlement, but he read softly: "Summer insects can't speak ice." He turned his head and looked at his father: "What do you mean?"

Ji's father habitually mocked his son: "All the books have been read into the dog's stomach, and you don't even understand the meaning of this sentence?"

Unexpectedly, Ji Bing was not angry, and explained: "I asked you what you meant by writing this."

Ji's father paused, his eyes fell on the rice paper again, and he said slowly: "It's boring."

Ji Bing stared at his father's side face for a moment, reached out and took out the brush from his hand, put it on the shelf beside him, and said in a natural tone: "It's getting late, go and rest."

Father Ji glanced at him indifferently, and when he turned around, he reached out and patted the drawer in the middle of the bookcase, and said to Ji Bing: "There are good things in here, if you want them, you can take them after I leave."

Ji Bing frowned: "You keep the good things for yourself, I don't want them."

Father Ji smiled, brushed his shoulder, and walked slowly towards the door.

"Dad." Ji Bing called him from behind, "Thank you for helping me rescue Li Ziqing."

Ji's father stopped, turned to look at him, and said with a half-smile: "Do you know what you should thank me most?"

Looking at his son's face, he said slowly, "Thank you for bringing you into this world."

——"Master's history of depression has lasted for more than 20 years. He has been treated repeatedly during this period, but his heart disease is hard to cure. You look at him as a normal person, but in fact he is always unhappy...you Can you imagine? There is no one or anything in this world that can make him happy."

Qi Yubing, I hope that in my next life, I will never see each other again.

All kinds of suffering in the world, especially obsession.