seven years later

That man is Qian Hui.

Qian Wei's half-brother, Wen Jiang's employer.

In the drama that often plays out in big families, wives are worse than concubines, concubines are worse than stealing, illegitimate children seize power, and legitimate sons are malicious, they will never escape those dooms, they will never escape those grievances, and the same is true for the Qian family.

It's just that Qian Wei didn't do any harm to this younger brother. Instead, he took good care of him and visited him every now and then, especially when Qian Hui was a child. Qian Wei's mother wanted Qian Hui to The world evaporated, and when Qian Wei found out, he turned his face on his mother and carried the child who was tortured to the point of collapse out of the cellar

Since then, he has been more attentive, always on guard against his mother's actions, and protecting the child from growing up smoothly.

It's not that Qian Wei is kind-hearted, he's just smarter than his mother, and some things can't be blocked.Speaking of the fundamentals, it was because of Qian Wei's self-confidence. He didn't think that this young child could do anything. The poor man who couldn't even go up the family tree would lose his price if he cared too much.

Of course, he wouldn't let that happen either.

But in Qian Hui, the world is indeed another color. He doesn't remember how kind his brother was to him. What Qian Hui remembers is that when he was five years old, he was locked up in a dark and damp basement, where the smell of blood There was a mildewy smell, no sunlight, only the sound of rats crawling in the dark, and continuous punching and kicking.

He remembered a woman wearing pointed high-heeled shoes, stepping on the palm of his hand fiercely, crying and begging for mercy, begging for mercy, begging him to let him go, crying and saying no more, no more, crying Looking at his mother, he was about to die from crying, but what he got was even more ruthless kicks. The woman stepped on his face fiercely, and he covered his eyes desperately, fearing that the slender and hard high-heeled shoes would pierce his eyes, Will insert it into my mind.

He was very afraid, afraid that he would be beaten to death here, and that he would rot here, but his mother couldn't even find his own body.

He remembered the woman's harsh abuse, she was scolding his mother, the five-year-old himself couldn't even understand those dirty words, he just remembered the deep-seated hatred on the woman's ferocious face, he was very afraid, very afraid, that kind of The eyes that want to tear his body apart.

I can't remember how long I lay on the cold ground, I didn't want to die, I didn't want to die, I didn't want to die, I didn't want to die like this, I didn't want my mother to be alone, I just supported it like this, holding my last breath, finally, the door opened again, In the blur, instead of being punched and kicked, he was hugged firmly.

In the glare of the sun, only the outline of a young man could be seen, after which he fell into a coma for a long time.

After Qian Hui woke up, the crying mother was standing by the hospital bed. The always gentle mother didn't say anything, just cried, kept crying, didn't say hate, didn't say revenge, didn't say anyone's wrong, Just sobbing and sobbing silently.

Mother held Qian Hui's bandage-wrapped hands, trembling with tears all over her body. Qian Hui has been practicing piano since she was very young, and she is very talented, but these hands are probably useless, and they will no longer be able to make smooth notes. And this mother could do nothing but swallow her anger.

The young Qian Hui suddenly understood many things.

That woman and that so-called elder brother are nothing more than a bad face and a good face.

Be strong, strong enough to protect myself and my mother, strong enough to kill them all.

A child's obsession is terrible, and Qian Hui has been swallowing his anger for nearly 20 years, and has given his youngest and most romantic time to the darkness. He is not obvious, and he was the most ordinary student in the class when he was in school. He should participate in activities Participating in activities, what should I keep silent about, keeping a polite distance from everyone, wearing big framed black eyes, average grades, and a second-rate university.

No one noticed that he had started the plan step by step.

Qian Hui knew that he must have a collaborator, so he found Wen Jiang.

One day when Wen Jiang was driving in the underground garage after get off work, he heard someone calling him. He looked back and found that it was a boy wearing a peaked cap. With half of his face covered, Wen Jiang walked towards him like a ghost.

The boy took off his glasses and changed his appearance in an instant. The boy was born delicately, and his smile was a bit evil. He curled the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile:

"Do you hate Qian Shi?"

Wen Jiang stared blankly at the boy's eyes. There was sharpness and murderous intent hidden in the clear and dark eyes, as if if the boy was not satisfied with the answer to his next sentence, he would pounce on him at any time and stab him with a sharp knife. own body.

A sharp blade without a scabbard.

Wen Jiang didn't answer the boy, but just took the boy's glasses and put them on again, and only answered him with three words:

"You are young."

The boy was not angry, just adjusted his glasses with a smile, and left.

However, Wen Jiang froze in place. When he put on the glasses for the boy just now, he touched his skin, which was cool and smooth, as if bewildered, and still longing for more.

It has been two years since we saw that boy again, and Wen Jiang's company collapsed, as if he had been tricked by someone.

When Wen Jiang was exhausted physically and mentally, that boy, no, he was a man, appeared in front of Wen Jiang again, without a peaked cap, without black-rimmed glasses, he had grown into an adult, half a head taller than himself, standing in front of him full of pressure.

He said it was his fault, and then he gave Wen Jiang an invoice and set out the conditions for Wen Jiang:

"With this money, buy your company and you."

Wen Jiang asked him, "Why me?"

He said, "Because you hate Qian Shi enough, and also, I want you."

Wen Jiang agreed and started their cooperation.

no regrets.

The people around him slept very restlessly, murmured from time to time, and couldn't make out what they were talking about, but Wen Jiang knew that Qian Hui might be having a nightmare again, so Wen Jiang gently stroked Qian Hui's bare back, comforting Soon, Qian Hui fell into a deep sleep again.

Qian Hui always sleeps with a few lights on, but he can't fall asleep without turning off the lights.

Two people who are completely different from each other are entangled together.

Wen Jiang was in pain, but he still dragged his exhausted body to the bathroom to clean up. At the end, he saw himself in the mirror, his pale face was red and swollen, his eyes were lifeless, his body was covered with layers of scars, and his eyes were full of bruises. .

Qian Hui was still young, and he was rapidly withering.

Wen Jiang felt that when Qian Hui really grew up, he would have no bones left, let alone his heart?

Sometimes he doesn't even understand why he cooperates with Qian Hui in acting.

Wen Jiang gently closed the door of the room and left.

Hearing the sound of the door, Qian Hui opened his eyes, frowned slightly, and then, in disgust, swept the desk lamp to the ground, and the ground was covered with broken porcelain.