Inspirational life of rebirth

Jia Qinghong smiled mysteriously and strangely, and directed these people with a gun, "Take off!"

Jia Qinghan glared at him red-faced, still maintaining her proud self-esteem, "What do you want to do? I, I am your younger brother! Don't lose face to the Jia family like this! Anyway, we are..."

"It seems that you want to be shot? Give me a hint: take off all your clothes and leave nothing behind! I'll count to three! One, two..."

"I'll take it off! I'll take it off!" Jia Qinghan's hands were trembling uncontrollably. Seeing that several other people had already taken it off quickly, he was not the only one who lost face, but also began to take it off cursing in a low voice.

Seeing these dog-like guys quickly turn into bald white chickens, all of them covering their hands in front of them with embarrassing expressions, he was overjoyed and panted from laughing. He quickly took out the spray and sprayed it a few times before shaking Gun continued to give instructions for the next step, "Jia Qinghan, embrace the two cousins ​​of the Sun family and kiss firmly."

Jia Qinghan also began to tremble, and stared fiercely at the two cousins. The two looked at each other, and "thumped" to Jia Qinghong's knees, pleading with tears in his eyes, "Big cousin, it's our fault! so!"

He laughed and loaded the gun, "Hurry up! Take the initiative! Go and eat his mouth, or I will give you peanuts! One for each!"

The two cousins ​​were so frightened that they couldn't care less about anything else. Nothing was more important than their lives.From left to right, they rushed forward to hug Jia Qinghan, kissing like chickens pecking at rice.

Jia Qinghan struggled and shouted, but his mouth was gagged by two cousins ​​one after another, and he couldn't even make a sound clearly.

While laughing wildly, he took out his mobile phone to "snap" to take a picture. As expected of high resolution, the faces of the three people were taken very clearly.

Jia Qinghan managed to catch his breath from the siege of his two cousins. When he looked up, he saw him taking pictures. He was so frightened that he pointed at him and stammered, "You, you, what do you want to do!"

He still laughed wildly, and in front of his younger brother, he posted the photos he just took on Weibo in batches.

Jia Qinghan watched the movement of his fingers, and it took him a long time to fully react, and shouted, "Jia, Qing, Hong!"

He carefully appreciated the expression on Jia Qinghan's face, this was the last moment he could appreciate.His anger, sadness, grievance... finally found a small outlet.He decided to calm down.

Let him bear all the crimes alone, and he will no longer have any relationship with the Jia family.

He is no longer afraid of going to jail, no longer full of grievances, and no longer afraid of life and death.He ruined his younger brother's political future, ruined the expectations of his father and stepmother in this life, and died for his sad and pitiful life.

He put down the gun in his hand. It represented the glory and history of the entire Jia family. He couldn't take it into prison, so he let it go back to Jia's house and faithfully accompany his grandfather's grave.

He put the gun on the coffee table next to the sofa, turned around and walked out slowly.

His last calculation was to give Jia Qinghan two choices. After being completely irritated by him, will his younger brother accept his fate peacefully, or hate him to the bone and send him directly to hell?Send yourself to hell too.

"Stop! Jia Qinghong! What do you mean?"

Jia Qinghan lost all his composure and called out his name angrily.

He didn't stop, and he couldn't stop again.The younger brother's voice became sharper, hurting his eardrums, "Jia Qinghong! Stop! From childhood to adulthood, they only dote on you, and only give me what you throw away. I don't want it this time! I don't want it! Give it to me." I'm back! Take it away!"

He couldn't help laughing.Jia Qinghan got everything that should belong to him, but is so jealous of the illusion that he has been favored for many years?

He still didn't stop, walked all the way to the door, raised his hand and put it on the doorknob.If Jia Qinghan could endure these absurd jealousies and impulses, then their ending would be pretty good.

However, there were hurried footsteps behind his ears, and there was a breeze passing by his side, and a hard object pressed against his back - Jia Qinghan finally caught up.

He didn't look back, but opened the door forcefully, and at the same time heard his brother's furious roar out of control.This process was very short, and it seemed to become very long again. There were chaotic and noisy screams and gasps behind him, and he felt the sharp pain of his chest being pierced through.

He tilted his body and fell down softly, but a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His dearest younger brother actually chose this road of no return left by him with completely opposite wishes.

He saw his own blood flowing out of his chest, warm and sticky, just like his feelings for this family.

When the blood runs out, he can pay it all back. The only ones he owes in this life are his grandfather and father-in-law.

He has called his father-in-law father countless times, enjoyed a lot of shelter, and pulled the banner of the other party to do all kinds of wrong things, but he never really listened to his father-in-law once, and he just kept hurting the other party.

If there is a next life, if he can still meet someone who is really good to him, he will try to be a good son from the beginning, so that the precious expectations and intentions will not be wasted.

With that regretful smile, he was about to close his eyes with peace of mind, but he vaguely heard his brother's annoying voice.

That good brother was still pretending, yelling that the gun had accidentally fired, and even threw himself on him, crying bitterly, heartbroken.He tried his best to open his eyes, wanting to show that the play is over and there is no need to perform any more, but his younger brother leaned down and leaned into his ear, saying resentfully in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "You think the old thing is really dead?"

He coughed violently, blood and breath were lost faster, and his fingers just touched his brother's neck before being tightly clenched by the other party.

A hand was placed on his face not too gently, and the palm of the palm was forced down to close his eyelids. His brother's sad tone made his hair stand on end, "Brother, you can go at ease and be good company with grandpa."

He was not reconciled, and he couldn't be reconciled, but his consciousness began to dissipate rapidly, no matter how much hatred and anger he had, he could only bring him to hell.

Consciousness is getting weaker and weaker, and there is only blank space in front of my eyes.He should be dead, only the resentment in his chest lingers for a long time, still lingering in a vast emptiness.

Was it his anger that moved the world?His soul is reluctant to part?He also felt that his body was very hot, his throat was so dry that it was about to smoke, the pain from the wound disappeared, and he wanted to drink water.

Is his body being cremated?This is really the bloody bad luck of eight lifetimes.It is difficult through the ages, and it is only after one death, but his pain will continue with the soul?

But if the soul is really still there, even if he is a ghost, he can't let go of the people who killed his grandfather and himself.He tried hard to control his consciousness, and wanted to move a little, but he felt his hands and feet.

They don't seem to be able to control them, the response of the brain is slow after giving instructions, and the remaining consciousness is also very chaotic, but the perception is getting clearer and clearer. Apart from the heat, he also feels dizzy, and his upper body is very hot, while the lower body is wet and cold, which is almost uncomfortable. In two heavens.

He struggled desperately, finally opened his eyes a crack, and closed them instinctively as soon as he saw the ceiling.

The ceiling was covered with childish patterns of little stars that swirled in the dim light.

It looks familiar, not only the ceiling, but also the condition of the body, which is also inexplicably familiar, like... having a fever?What the hell.

Since he was a child, he had had a lot of fevers. No wonder he would have a fever even if he turned into a ghost.But what's with this ceiling?He opened his eyes again and reluctantly took a look, and suddenly recalled something from his childhood.

This is... the roof of his bedroom before he was seven years old.

He raised his hand with difficulty, put it in front of his eyes to observe, and with the help of the slightly bright natural light, he finally saw clearly.

Heck, this hand is ridiculously small, still pink and tender, and it is definitely the hand of a young child, about three to four years old by visual estimation.

Then his lower body feels cold and wet... that's too fucking bad, it can't be bedwetting, right?

He just wanted to cry, but the tears burst out immediately. This physiological reaction of crying as soon as he said it was also very fucking.

He quickly suppressed the desire to cry, and tried to speak, but found that his voice was extremely weak, like a kitten meowing.What's more terrible is that just after making a sound, he coughed violently, and the tears that he had held back flowed out violently.

After tossing around for a while, the light became brighter again, the door of the room was opened, and a young woman's voice broke in suddenly.

"Oh, coughing again? It's all my fault!" The woman's voice was a little hoarse, anxious and tired, and she ran over quickly and put her palm on his forehead, "Ah! I have a fever!"

The woman screamed and wanted to lift the quilt to hug him. He was so embarrassed that he shrunk his body into the bed even though he was still coughing.In all likelihood, he wet the bed, and this woman came to lift his quilt, where should he put his face?

His small body couldn't hide and couldn't hide, not to mention that he was still feverish, the woman lifted the quilt without much effort, and was stunned when she saw the wet spot on the bed.He was so ashamed that he raised his hands to cover his face and didn't dare to open his eyes at all, but the woman cried and hugged him tightly, "Poor child...it's all my fault! Hanhan made a fuss last night, well!"

He quietly opened his eyes and glanced at the woman. He didn't have any impression in his memory, but the other party called him "Hong Hong" just now?The "Hanhan" in the woman's mouth, could it be his good brother?He couldn't help trembling all over, and coughed harder.

While crying, the woman found clean clothes for him to change from the closet. He was really uncomfortable, and he didn't care about being shy, and he was tossed with meekly like a piece of soft dough.After the bed was replaced with clean bedding, two more people walked into the room. They were two very familiar people, but they were much younger than he remembered.

Father Jia Siyuan, stepmother Sun Chengfeng!Not to mention that they are getting younger now, even if they are turned into ashes, he will still recognize them.

His emotions became extremely intense, and he coughed and waved his short arms. If it wasn't for the powerlessness of this body, he really wanted to kill these two terrible "relatives" immediately.

The young Sun Chengfeng in front of him was very fat, with disheveled hair, he rushed over to hug him, and when he touched his body, he screamed, "Oh, I really have a fever! What's wrong with you, Aunt Wang? I told you to take good care of Hong Hong, you take care of him like this? I’m also to blame! What’s the matter in confinement, you should keep Honghong by your side, and you shouldn’t be afraid that Hanhan would disturb Honghong’s sleep! What a crime I’ve done!”

Jia Siyuan's face was calm at first, but he looked better when he heard his wife's call. He walked over and said "I don't blame you", then turned his head and scolded Aunt Wang, "What do you think you did? It's good for you to take care of the child! Take care of my son until he gets sick every three days!"

Aunt Wang curled up and cried, choked up and explained in a low voice, "Hanhan has been crying all night, I can't get away..."

Jia Siyuan's temper became even worse, and he stared at Aunt Wang and scolded, "Are you still looking for a reason? It's not like you don't know that Honghong is not in good health! I don't think Hanhan can bring it for you!"

Aunt Wang had no choice but to keep her mouth shut, and she kept apologizing with tears, "Blame me! It's all my fault!"

Sun Chengfeng persuaded Jia Siyuan again, "Siyuan, calm down, I don't think Aunt Wang did it on purpose, alas, it's also because I'm still in confinement, and Hanhan is fussy again, let's call the doctor quickly?"

As she spoke, she held the coughing child in her arms, put her hands on his back and patted him gently, her face was full of love, mixed with crying without tears, "My poor baby, my sweetheart , always being so sick, how do you let mom live. Mom really would rather lose her life than want you to be well!"

Only then did Jia Siyuan put his palm on his forehead and tested it, "Dr. Zhang went to a meeting with the old man and the others. Luckily, Grandma Tang told us to call his doctor if we have something to do. I'll call someone right away, you Feed him some cough medicine first."

Sun Chengfeng responded repeatedly, but his footsteps did not move, and he aimed his eyes directly at Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang let out an "ah" and ran out of the house to look for cough medicine, and poured water by the way.

He was lying in Sun Chengfeng's arms. Although he was dizzy from the fever, he could see and hear all this clearly.

He knew that he had been in poor health since he was a child, but he never suspected the reason for his poor health.According to the doctor, his stubborn asthma was caused by the failure to cure children's asthma. The first onset was around five years old.If he really went back to the past, then he obviously doesn't have asthma now, he just has a fever and cough frequently. If the adults take good care of him, how could he become a child with asthma?

There is also the situation when he woke up, lying alone in the room, the weather is still so cold, he must urinate a lot at night, this stepmother actually left a three-year-old child unattended all night, after wetting the bed, he just lay there all night .His younger brother, who was not yet full moon, cried all night. He coughed and had a fever. Who could hear him?

Is this the first time this has happened?Or has it happened many times?When he fell ill for one reason or another, the stepmother also blamed the nanny.Aunt Wang was the first person to take care of him in the morning. Without the presence of a third party, she revealed her true feelings, calling him "poor" and crying in her arms.Just thinking about these things sent chills down his back, and he didn't dare to think deeply.

Not long after, Jia Siyuan came back with the doctor, and a third person entered the room with them.

As soon as the stepmother saw this man, she called out "Brother Tang" affectionately, and put on a smiling face to complain to her husband, "Siyuan, you go and hire a doctor, why did you invite Brother Tang? He still has to go to school! Delay people."

The man shook his head and replied very politely: "It's still early for class, I'll take a look at Hong Hong by the way, I heard he has a fever?"

Seeing this man walking towards his bed, Jia Qinghong couldn't help but wet his eyes. His father-in-law, who was not yet 20 years old, made him feel a little strange, but very close.

Of course, he was familiar with the other party's facial features. He always thought that his father-in-law was actually very handsome, but the city was very deep, and he was not angry and pretentious. As a result, few people dared to appreciate Secretary Tang's appearance carefully.

Secretary Tang in front of him was completely different from what he remembered. There was no pair of thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. A pair of perfectly shaped eyes were radiant and sharp. He also had a childish face line that was full of heroic spirit, but his expression was unmistakable. Tensioned.He is tall and thin, standing upright and upright, like an arrow on the string, or a knife out of its sheath.

Only when his eyes turned to him, did the young father-in-law's tense face soften a little, he smiled kindly and pitifully at him, and called him in a clumsy gentle tone, "Honghong, Uncle Tang is here to see you." is you."

This smile is like spring breeze turning into rain, disintegrating all the coldness and sharpness in an instant, and he was stunned, his mind became dizzy, and he even forgot to cough.

Even though he was wearing a 30-year-old overcoat, the father-in-law who smiled at him was shockingly handsome.He remembered his nickname in the gossip circle of city b, such as the noble son of the capital, the head of the four beauties of Gaoling, compared with the handsome young man in front of him who stunned him, he was not worthy of carrying shoes.

With his strict aesthetics, he never thought he was good-looking. As a man, he had to be like the father-in-law in front of him to be called "good".The face is purely masculine and handsome, without a hint of femininity. The bridge of the nose is high, the outline is prominent, the body is straight, like a pine and bamboo. Even if you don't look at the face, it is a dazzling scenery. Face, that's the perfect match, he couldn't help but be envious from the heart.

If he can live a good life in this life, he only hopes to live like the person in front of him, and even more hope that he can be with this person, grow into a towering tree, and make up for all the mistakes he has made.