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Actually, I'm not nearsighted at all.

Because I love my eyes very much.

But I wear a pair of good quality glasses.

If you look in my room, you can see glasses in various styles and colors.This might barely count as one of my few hobbies.

Glasses are a great cover up.

Like a chameleon protecting itself with its skin.

The truth is the same.

This is one of the few useful things that the old man taught me occasionally when he was still alive.

Before I took his eldest grandson, Tang Yiyong's son, out and shot him, he patted me on the shoulder lovingly and said: "Chen Shi, you are my eyes. Although I can't give you a title, you He is the person I trust the most."

At that time, I was so moved that I swore to him that I would only be by his side in this life, not only to be his eyes, but also to be his hand, so that the power of the Tang family would flourish and run amok.

Then I confessed my nephew in the blink of an eye, and he was detained as expected.

Tang Yiyong scolded me for being cold-blooded, and my sister-in-law cried and cried for death.But when I stood in the living room, I couldn't help laughing.When the old man got angry, he slapped me more than ten times.Every blow made my head buzz and my eyes stare.

But I still want to laugh.

The nosebleed came out slowly and didn't stop, and the blood slowly covered the shirt, and I remember the whole side of the shirt was soaked in blood.The old man's swearing became blurred, and I only heard the sound of blood boiling in my body.

So I laughed again.

The Tang family's influence was quite strong at that time, and they had both sides.

The murder of the boss of the Tang family was kept very low-key, and he was about to be sentenced for a few years for negligent injury, and then sent to a remote prison. Once the limelight passed, his sentence was suspended.

It was at this time that I met Song Jianping.

At that time, he had just arrived in Beijing, and under the domineering Yang family, he swallowed his anger.

I vaguely feel that Mr. Yang and Mr. Tang do have something in common.

And he and I do have something in common.

So I asked him out.

Expose the fact that the son of the rich and powerful flouted the law and killed people, and then get rid of Mr. Tang's most beloved grandson.On the one hand, the Tang family was suppressed, and the Yang family was also happy. On the other hand, Tang Yiyong, who had lost his money, would put most of his hopes on me, so that I could help Song Jianping gain a firm foothold in the capital.

Song Jianping is a smart man who knows what is best for him.

So we hit it off.

Half a year later, the boss of the Tang family was escorted to the execution ground, and a gunshot killed him.

It seems that it was from this moment that Song Jianping and I really held the power and were proud of ourselves.

Once I went fishing.

Song Jianping asked me: "Why are you so hard on your relatives? Mr. Tang is actually very kind to you."

"Yeah." I looked at the fish bouncing in the pond, and replied absently, "He was really nice to me. He said I was his eyes."

"Isn't it good?"

I couldn't help laughing strangely: "You don't know Song Bureau, the eyes can't be used alone, they can only be placed in the eye sockets and connected with the brain. The brain says you see, so the eyes can see. The brain says rest, Eyes need to rest."

Song Jianping was speechless.

The float moved.

"So I'm just the eyes of Mr. Tang, but Tang Yiyong is his heart."

I pulled the rod.

Then I got older and my eyes really started to get bad.

Dryness, soreness, and occasional difficulty seeing clearly.

Only then did I realize the urgent needs of Mr. Tang.

Because I need a pair of eyes too.

I need eyes that can see when I say see, sleep when I say sleep, shine when I laugh, and mourn when I say cry.It seems precious, but it is always kept in my eye sockets, and I can't escape or run away.

So when I got Li Xiaochuan, Song Jianping laughed at me for being a demon.

But the person who laughed at me soon found a pair of eyes.

I didn't say anything on the surface, but I actually poohed him in my heart.

The old guy is stubborn.

I thought I kept those eyes well.

He was hungry for food.

Thirsty to drink.

Sleepy and tired and still have a house.

But this guy still took advantage of my inattention and ran away.

He said that on the morning of his illness, I specially cooked preserved egg porridge for three hours, and planned to come back early in the evening to accompany him.But when I came back at night, I saw the burnt pot and the cold room.

What happened next is a bit fuzzy.

Probably I smashed the small apartment beyond recognition in my rage.

Because I was very thirsty later, but I couldn't find a cup to catch water.

If you can't understand my anger, I suggest you try to think about the feeling of having your eyes gouged out, maybe in this way you can understand the sudden anger.

A week later, I knew he had gone to Yunnan.

I didn't move him.

Song Jianping hasn't come out yet, but the situation outside has reached a fever pitch, Yang Ying is trying her best to find a way, and I can't stand by and watch.

It's also good to let Li Xiaochuan out at this time.

At least that way nothing can distract me.

But one day he will obediently come back to me.

soon.