[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

Yang Jing remembered that it was often played on TV. Before death, people would quickly recall their life, but this situation did not seem to work for him. It's not over yet, and their team is almost winning.

It wasn't until the very end that he thought of the parents who were addicted to gambling and drugs, there was no cash machine, and no one gave them money to squander, and he felt a tinge of revenge in his heart.

However, when he regained consciousness again, he found himself lying on the bed with the smell of disinfectant in his nose. He struggled to get up, but found that he couldn't move. He felt panic and panic in his heart, not sure what happened to him.

Yang Jing struggled, but there was no improvement. Time passed by, and suddenly, he heard the sound of the door opening, followed by a series of footsteps.

Knowing that someone was approaching, he subconsciously stopped struggling.

The person who came in walked to the bed, didn't speak, and didn't respond, Yang Jing was so anxious that grass grew, the more he wanted to open his eyes, the more he couldn't, the eyelids seemed to be glued together firmly.

Finally, the person next to the bed spoke, and it was a gentle female voice: "Your father is coming soon, so the one lying on the bed is also his son, and you can't say 'cheesy' or 'upside down' later." For the first category, you two will just watch from the sidelines and show me brotherly love."

Hearing this, Yang Jing's first intuition was that she had misunderstood the person, but the discussion in his ears continued, ringing above his head, every word and every word pointed at the person lying on the bed, it was absolutely impossible for him to misunderstand up.

Who is this woman?Given his father's poverty-stricken appearance, is there anyone willing to bear children for him?

As soon as her words fell, two different voices complained.

The boy's voice was full of disdain: "Mom, he is so cheap, I can't be friendly, you don't know, what everyone said about him in school."

The girl's voice was tender and full of disgust: "That's right, Mom, it's really embarrassing, he is not my brother."

Yang Jing was even more confused. He had graduated for several years and kept a low profile. Who would mention him?

"Hehe, I want him to look like this."

The boy uttered a syllable, as if he wanted to speak, and then stopped abruptly, and the room returned to silence, except for the rustling of the curtains being heard by the wind.

After a while, there was the sound of the door opening and closing again, followed by some hurried footsteps.

Compared with the three people before, Yang Jing could clearly feel that someone was standing beside the bed and glaring at him maliciously, which made him almost unable to lie down, wishing to lift something to block the shot.

"Father." Boy and girl's voices sounded at the same time.

The female voice, which was still clear and melodious just now, suddenly became choked with sobs: "This child, why can't he think about it, isn't he just breaking up with Zong Yan, why should he commit suicide? If he has good or bad, how can I explain to Sister Fei? Really, we Jing'er have a deep affection for him."

???

Yang Jing was full of doubts, who is this bitch talking about?

As soon as her words fell, the man who came in later became angry: "Worthless, I thought he could hook up with Zong Yan, but I didn't expect that the other party was just playing around, and if he dumped him, he would die or die. It would be better to die than to be ashamed." Forget it."

The woman was startled when she heard the words, Rourou persuaded: "Don't say that, he is your son after all."

It's okay if she doesn't say anything, but when she does, it just adds fuel to the flames. The man looked at the person on the bed, his eyes were almost on fire: "I don't have such a useless son."

A gleam of joy flashed in the woman's eyes, but it was fleeting.

The man said again: "The news hasn't spread, right? At this critical moment, I don't want him to have a bad reputation."

The man deliberately bit down on the word "not good".

The boy behind the woman said: "Father, don't worry, I was the first to find out that my brother committed suicide. I originally wanted to invite Dr. Zhang to come over, but on the phone, Dr. Zhang said that my brother was seriously injured and had to go to the hospital. I arranged for it." My own people sent it, and it was said to be food poisoning.”

The man looked at his second son with relief, his eyebrows finally showed a tendency to stretch, he nodded, and praised without hesitation: "Duan'er, you did a good job and stayed calm in times of crisis, that's how my son should be. Okay, let's all go back , don’t stay here anymore.”

The woman pretended to ouch: "We are all gone, who will take care of Jing'er? After all, he is your son. Although he is not my own, I really treat him as my own son. Duan'er and Yi'er need to review their homework. Your Academy of Sciences The backbone is also indispensable, you go, I am here to accompany him."

The man exhaled irritably: "Now that research is reaching the most critical point, and we are going to tear up the marriage with the Zhang family, we are so busy, this beast is not worried."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl in the room looked over nervously, and the man gave him a comforting smile: "Don't worry, I won't let my precious daughter marry a useless person."

Several people in the room breathed a sigh of relief, and the man hugged his wife: "I plan...Xiao Ru, take good care of him."

Yang Jing closed his eyes and couldn't see the other person's expression. He only heard the man pause deliberately when he was speaking, which seemed to be a hint.

The woman spoke again, her voice choked with sobs: "I, I... I'm afraid I will wrong him."

The man snorted disdainfully: "Do you want me to pay for the daughter of the Yang family's dual martial artist for a useless person?"

Different martial arts?What does it mean?Shouldn't boasting girls have both virtue and art?

In the end, no one was talking, and the man didn't even ask how the person lying on the bed was doing, so he left with his two children.

The door of the ward was closed gently, and Yang Jing could feel that the woman was still standing by the bed, staring at him for a moment. After about ten minutes, the woman giggled, her voice was like a silver bell: " A useless person and a waste are a perfect match."

After finishing speaking, she twisted her waist and left the ward, stepping on her high heels, stepping briskly, the door was slammed shut by her.

Yang Jing forgot that he couldn't move, so he had to open his eyes as a matter of course, but he saw a ray of light entering his pupils, making his eyes sore, he quickly closed his eyes, and tried a few more times, finally getting used to the light in the room.

After adapting to the light, he couldn't wait to raise his head and looked towards the door. His eyes were sore and swollen, and his vision was blurred. He vaguely saw a few paintings on the wall. After a closer look, he found that they were propaganda for disease prevention and treatment. Wearing a hanging bottle, it is obvious that this is a ward.

I rubbed away the physical tears in my eyes, and my vision became clearer. I saw a TV hanging on the opposite wall, a small refrigerator in the corner, a sofa and coffee table at the door, and a glass door obliquely in front, which should be the bathroom. It seems that this ward The grade is not low.

At this moment, Yang Jing's heart was full of turmoil, filled with too many questions. First, he did not have such generous parents. If the two of them had spare money, they would have used it to gamble.Second, Yang Jing is an only child and has no brothers or sisters, and the majestic voice just now is definitely not something that his father, who is used to flattering and flattering, can make.

Suddenly, a few fragments appeared in my mind without warning. In the picture, two boys were arguing fiercely, saying, "What are you? We are together, and I would like to draw a picture of your love." Lezi, do you really want to rely on me, thinking that I will marry you? Yang Jing, do you think you are worthy?" The most clear, the picture changed, one of the boys was crying and drinking something, the white bottle fell at his feet Shattered, the boy fell to the ground in pain, looking desperately at the reflection cast in the shards of glass.

This memory came violently, and the pain in it seemed to infect Yang Jing in reality, making his chest ache as if he was suffocating.

Bending over and struggling a few times indiscriminately, the sound of bang bang bang bang was accompanied by the swaying of the hospital bed, Yang Jing gasped for breath, trying to wake himself up.He got some memories, which were very disorganized, but Yang Jing subconsciously knew that it was the memory of this body.

After regaining some strength, he couldn't wait to get out of bed, and went straight to the glass door in the house. Because of his excessive movements, when his feet touched the ground, he felt top-heavy and dizzy again.

He opened the door, and saw that there were toilets, sinks, and bathtubs covered with white tiles. This was indeed a bathroom. Yang Jing rushed to the sink eagerly, supported the countertop with both hands, and raised his head tightly, which was extremely difficult.

The mirror reflected a slightly handsome face. Yang Jing's eyes were wide open as if he had seen a ghost, because the one inside was not his original appearance. Hold still, stand stiffly in the same place until his body, which has just recovered from a serious illness, can't bear it anymore, his legs go limp, and he almost falls to the ground, Yang Jing immediately braces himself, gritting his teeth to make himself stand firm.

He looked at the person in the glasses again, he couldn't stand the look of a doormat, he subconsciously raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips, the kind of bastard who belonged to the previous life did not hesitate to find some.

When he saw this face, he remembered that the real name of this body was also Yang Jing, and the name "Zong Yan" repeatedly appeared in his mind.

He leaned on the sink to support his body. After thinking of those two names, his brain went blank. After that, he didn't even remember how to walk back to the hospital bed.

After the initial shock, Yang Jing accepted this fact at a speed he couldn't imagine.

He fell asleep again in a daze. At night, he felt someone pricking his hand with a needle. He was so frightened that he opened his eyes. He was so clear that he didn't seem to have just woken up. He stared at the other person. The little nurse was startled, and howled loudly.

The young nurse turned pale with fright, and kept patting her chest. After her heartbeat had calmed down, she stammered and explained that she was giving him a nutrient solution.

Yang Jing nodded, and stopped struggling, but stared at the other party's movements excitedly. The little nurse tidied up everything and couldn't wait to run out with her things.

When the nurse left the ward, Yang Jing fell asleep almost immediately. He thought he would be haunted by nightmares that night, but unexpectedly he slept surprisingly soundly.