Intrigue game

"Please, please transfer Mr. Wu's call for me. Just say I am his younger brother." Leaving the Chinese restaurant, Wu Lin dialed Wu Sen's number as soon as he got in his car, and the call was transferred to Wu Sen soon. Mori hands.

"Wu Lin? You have something to do with me. Could it be something wrong with the marriage?" Wu Sen asked while holding the phone. Wu Lin had never called him so proactively before.

"A few days ago, did you find someone to deal with Fu's lawyer Qiu?"

"Lawyer Qiu?" Wu Sen thought for a while, "You mean the kid who hangs around Wang Yiming?"

"I'm talking about Qiu Yue from the Fu family."

"I know." Wu Sen smiled, "Why, you received the news? Did Wang Yiming tell you? It's not because of this that he came to trouble you."

"Wang Yiming didn't bother me, so you really asked someone to deal with Qiu Yue?"

"Yeah." Wu Sen laughed triumphantly, "If you don't teach him a lesson, how would he know who not to mess with? I just asked someone to teach him a little lesson, why did you beat him yourself? Come on the phone."

"A little lesson?" Wu Lin narrowed his eyes, "He almost died."

"What does that have to do with me? I told the people below not to kill people, but I can't control the rest."

"Really?" Wu Lin's voice was as cold as ice.

Wu Sen was puzzled, "Isn't it Wang Yiming who said something in front of you? You know, brother is doing this for your own good. The cleaner Wang Yiming's side is, the more secure your marriage will be. In the future, brother will rely on your help." How could it possibly hurt you?"

Wu Lin smiled viciously, "Then I would like to thank you brother, but you should inform me in advance about such things in the future, lest I have no time to react when Yiming asks, if this matter affects us The relationship between them is not good.”

"Don't worry, this brother knows that he will do a clean job in the future. How is your marriage arrangement with Yiming going?"

"all the best."

"That's good."

Wu Lin hung up the phone and threw the phone aside. He pursed his lips. It seemed that Wu Sen had to get rid of that guy earlier, otherwise he might be in big trouble. Wu Lin started the car. When he went back to Wang's house, he really didn't expect that Wang Yiming would pester Qiu Yue.

Could it be that he is still obsessed with that 'Qiu Yue', so he even has to pester someone with the same name and surname?

Wu Lin pressed the horn hard, the car made a screeching sound, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out quickly.

"Mr. Wang, don't you want all these things?" The servant cleared out a pile of cardboard boxes from the utility room. There were a lot of things piled up in a mess, and thick dust fell on them.

Wang Yiming glanced at the old cardboard box, there were some miscellaneous things piled up inside, "You can see if it is useful, throw away the useless ones, it will take up space in the utility room."

Wang Yiming and Wu Lin planned to leave for the Netherlands in two weeks to get married. Mother He asked a few servants to clean the house again before they left, so that they could experience the new environment when they came back, and also clean up the old things they didn't want. Throw everything away, as a good sign.

The servant carried the cardboard box and walked out the door. There was a big trash can outside the house. They had already cleared out a lot of useless things and threw them away. Mother He happened to come over at this time. She stopped the servant and looked through her Box in hand. "These are all things that were moved out of the old house before. There are still a lot of books. Sir, why don't you take a look, maybe they are still useful."

"Books?" Wang Yiming frowned. His books were always placed in the study room. Even books that were not used often had a special shelf, so why would they go to the utility room?

"Take it here and let me see."

Mother He took the box, and the dust rose up and she covered her nose. She moved the box next to Wang Yiming. Wang Yiming got up from the sofa, bent down to take out a book from the box, and patted off the dust on it.

"High school...mathematics..." Wang Yiming frowned.

He's mother also saw the title of the book beside her, "Your high school is still abroad, this math..." The words were cut off in the middle, and He's mother noticed that Wang Yiming's expression was wrong, so she stopped her voice in embarrassment, and looked at Wang Yiming. As if pinching the book at every turn, she hesitated for a moment, and said, "Sir, why don't you take it out and throw it away, this book should be useless." She made a gesture to pick up the box, but Wang Yiming suddenly patted On the cardboard box, he slammed the box back to the ground again, and the dust on the cardboard box was kicked up by him.

Wang Yiming's voice was a little dry, "Let's put it down first, let me see, you go to work first."

"Then... I'll go to the kitchen to see how the arrangement is going." He Ma got up, walked a few steps and couldn't help turning her head, but saw Wang Yiming was still holding the book, his expression was stiff, and he didn't know what he was thinking .Mama He still wanted to talk, but seeing Wang Yiming bowing her head, she finally could only sigh and went to the kitchen.

A box of books is a little messy on the top, but the bottom is neatly stacked. When you open it, you can see that there are many notes in it, and the textbooks are also very flat. Wipe off the dust and it will look like a new one.

Wang Yiming took out the books one by one, flipped through each one to see what was inside, closed it again, took out the next one, and opened it again until a box of books was moved from the inside to the outside .

He reached out and took out the only old one, which was not a textbook but a collection of poems.The four corners are wrapped in kraft paper, and when you touch the book, you can tell that it must have been opened often in the past.

Wang Yiming was flipping through the collection of poems quickly, when suddenly a photo slipped from the pages of the book and fell to the ground, with the white side facing up. Wang Yiming reached out to pick it up, but hesitated when he was about to touch the photo, and then , still picked up the photo by hand, he stared at the photo closely, and turned it over gently.

This is a photo taken on a winter snowy day. The background is a large expanse of white snow, and the trees are also covered with snow. There were two people, one was a young man wearing a gray jacket, his brows were full of vigor, and there was a hint of impatience in his eyes.

The boy standing next to him smiled softly. He was wearing a black padded coat and a red scarf around his neck, which made his complexion very white. He smiled beautifully at the camera, and the warmth between his brows and eyes almost seemed to show through. Photos spread out.

The two stood under the snow-covered tree, close to each other, like the only bright color in winter, green and beautiful.

Wang Yiming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, his chest was filled with a feeling of suffocation. He felt a dull dull pain gnawing at his chest. Turning over the photo, there was a line of words written in pencil on it, many years later , the handwriting has become blurred.Wang Yiming looked at the line, and the air seemed to be emptied little by little, and even his breathing became slow.

"May the one I love have no worries in this life."

"Taken in February 20XX"

Wang Yiming's hand holding the photo trembled, the expression on his face was distorted into an indescribable way, the corner of the photo was wrinkled by him, he held the photo in one hand, and tightly clutched his chest with the other, like a heart Curled up like a sick patient, I don't know how long this state lasted. When he raised his head again, there was no other expression on his face, his eyes were dry and indifferent, and he clipped the photo back into the This collection of poems, and then put the collection of poems into the box, throw all the books scattered around in to cover the collection of poems, and seal the box firmly.

"Mother He." His voice was actually hoarse, and no one answered his call.

"Mother He!" Wang Yiming raised his voice. Mother He ran out of the kitchen, and when she saw him, her footsteps stopped obviously, "Sir, what's wrong with you..."

Wang Yiming pointed to the box in front of him, "Take it out and throw it away."

"what?"

"I asked you to take it out and throw it away."

Mother He came back to her senses, "I understand, sir." She came over a few steps and dragged the box out.

Wang Yiming quietly looked at her back, and watched her dragging the heavy box out step by step until she couldn't even see her back.

He got up and walked to the wine cabinet, picked out a bottle of the strongest wine, uncorked the cork, poured it into a wine glass, drank it in one gulp, one, two, three glasses. Start drinking from the bottle.

He Ma came back soon, Wang Yiming turned his head to look at her, "Throw it away?"

Mother He nodded, looking at the empty bottle in his hand, "Don't drink, sir, too much alcohol will hurt your health."

"Where did it go?"

"gentlemen……"

"I asked where you threw it."

Mother He's face was a little uneasy, "Master Wu came back just now, he saw the things I threw, and said that throwing them in the trash can also take up space, so he burned them."

The wine bottle in Wang Yiming's hand fell to the ground with a 'bang'. He slid off the chair and couldn't stand firmly.

A fire was burning next to the garbage can in the community. Wu Lin stood beside the fire, looking at the burning cardboard box expressionlessly, and the paper things burned to ashes bit by bit under his sight.

Wang Yiming ran out and quickly lay down beside the fire. He took off his clothes and patted the fire continuously, and then kicked out the remaining boxes with his feet. paper ashes.

Wu Lin stood aside and watched Wang Yiming's movements quietly, and he said calmly, "There is no need to extinguish it, it has already been burned."

Panting for breath, Wang Yiming paused, and suddenly raised his body and looked directly at Wu Lin, with extremely fierce eyes, he walked up to Wu Lin in a few steps, and roared: "Why burn it, why burn it? "

Wu Lin frowned, as if he didn't understand his anger, "Didn't you throw away the things you don't need, so what if you burn them?"

With a "slap", Wu Lin was slapped hard and turned his head, his face turned red at a visible speed.He covered his face, straightened up and looked at Wang Yiming, and said softly, "You hit me? We're getting married, and you hit me because of a broken cardboard box? What's inside that made you do something to me?"

He approached Wang Yiming, "It's just a few old books, burn them as soon as they are burned, Wang Yiming, do you have me in your heart?" He looked directly at Wang Yiming, as if forcing him to speak, "Are you going to marry me like this? ? Tell me, what am I in your heart?"

Wang Yiming couldn't answer him at all, he gasped for breath, and squatted down uncontrollably.

Wu Lin looked at him with pity, but tears flowed down his face.

He didn't stay where he was, and walked away without looking back.