King's return

His adoptive mother was very kind to him.

The mother and son had a small house of [-] square meters, which was considered good in those days.

A single mother with such a big child naturally had to be criticized by her neighbors, but Rong Jian had never seen a woman feel sad.

She works on a dairy farm and brings him a small bottle of milk every day when she comes back from get off work.

"Teenage boys are growing up, drink more milk."

The woman's smile was as gentle as water, just like the long black and smooth hair hanging down from her shoulders.

Xiao Rongjian hadn't developed a solid thick skin yet, and she never said thank you, but just cast a cold glance at the milk bottle.

At night, when his adoptive mother fell asleep, he sneaked over to drink it, licked off the milk stains with his tongue, and put the empty bottle back in place.

The next day, the adoptive mother came to take away the glass bottle and looked at him with a half-smile.

Xiao Rongjian always looks aside with disdain, claiming: "It's the wild cat drinking it."

——At that time, I was innocent and stupid, thinking that women didn't know.

However, this does not prevent his game talent from being revealed.

At that time, Rong Jian was already the famous "Arcade King" in the neighborhood, he could play anything, and he played pretty well.

A kid from a rich family even invited him to be a shooter. If he was lucky, he could win a few cents and a few dollars and go to the black game room to have a good time.

Delaying study for games is the most hated thing for parents in the world.

The adoptive mother is usually obedient to him, but she still dislikes it like everyone else.

Regarding Rong Jian's ideal of being a "world champion", she just shook her head and sighed, not wanting to hurt his self-esteem, so she didn't say anything more direct. serious work.

——Playing games is something that street gangsters do without business. This is the consensus of the people.

But the adoptive mother is not a harsh woman, she is even too weak, and too soft-hearted, never willing to scold her son, never even said a harsh word, let alone beat someone.

Xiao Rongjian is still so indifferent, but he will fold the quilt every day when he gets up, go home on time in the afternoon, and sit obediently at the dining table; every day he tiptoes to wash the dishes; Under the woman's pillow.

During the ordinary and long days, Rong Jian had already recognized the new mother in his heart, and relied on the life of the two of them relying on each other.

Even if he insists on calling her Auntie.

The warm days passed for more than a year, until a young and handsome man began to frequently appear in the small home of the mother and son.

The woman told Rong Jian, calling him "Uncle Shen".

Since the appearance of this person, the smile on the woman's face has become more and more sad.

Perhaps because of the natural sensitivity of men, Rong Jian instinctively felt the threat of his chassis being invaded towards Shen Luotian.

He was hostile to this man—the man who might take away his only "relative".

On the other hand, Shen Luotian didn't like Rong Jian either. He was obviously an adopted son, and he still put on an unpleasant face all day long.

Oil bottles should have self-knowledge!

Shen Luotian is an adult after all, although he is unhappy, but for the sake of the woman he loves, he is willing to accept him.

He got engaged to a woman and became Rong Jian's adoptive father, which was almost a certainty.

But the development of the world is always unexpected.

A huge piece of pie just fell on Shen Luotian's head. He is actually the only son of a rich man in the upper class of America!In a sudden change, the boy who had climbed from the bottom of the society suddenly became the heir of the American family's business.

God is fair, when he gives you one thing, he often takes away another.

Shen Luotian's family detested Rong Jian's mother and son and did not allow them to marry.

However, the woman was pregnant with Shen Luotian's child, and Rong Jian would often see the woman touching his belly with a smile on her face, and he sat silently, half envious and half sad.

Those three were the real family—only he was an outsider.

Sometimes, Rong Jian secretly thought that if only he was the baby in his aunt's belly, he would even rather never play games again.

But Rong Jian would never show such desire on his face.

Knowing that the wish will never happen, fantasizing alone in the dead of night is one of Rong Jian's few happiness.

Gradually, Rong Jian became more and more obedient, forcing himself to restrain himself even with his cold temper.

Adults don't like to play games by themselves, and the happiest game time of his day keeps shrinking; they don't like to mix and fight with street gangsters, so he detours far away, and only runs away and doesn't fight back when he is besieged and insulted.

Rong Jian humiliated, only because he was afraid that when he woke up one day, he would return to that cold orphanage again.

Compared to being abandoned, he can sacrifice anything.

No matter how hard he tried to look promising, it was in vain.

The adoptive mother and Shen Luotian started to quarrel because of him.

The noise was so loud that Rong Jian could hear the phrase "It's just a useless oil bottle! It's not his own!"

He stood there in a daze for a while, then turned around and ran away.

Of course he couldn't have run away from home - that was just the luxury of traveling to be cared for.

But Rong Jian had nothing, even if he left, no one would look for him.

He found a dark game room familiarly, and gambled with people for money very arrogantly. He didn't leave the game table all night. In the early morning of the next day, he excitedly carried a lucky cat piggy bank to the room. run home.

This night, he actually earned nearly 20 yuan, which is considered a month's living expenses in the poor family.

Rong Jian ran back full of joy, only to find that Shen Luotian had already left, leaving only her aunt sitting quietly in the room.

His face was pale and haggard.

When she saw him, she first breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked in an unprecedentedly angry tone: "Where did you go last night?! I've been looking for you for most of the night!"

"I was in the game room yesterday—" Rong Jian didn't realize what was wrong at all, and handed her the piggy bank excitedly.

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a loud slap.

"You, you get out!! I don't have a child like you! Get out!"

Her whole body was trembling like a woman, and Rong Jian was a little blinded by the beating, until her cheeks were swollen, with burning pain, the feeling of anger and sadness rushed straight up like a tide, and the sour smell soaked through her nose and eye sockets.

Xiao Rongjian bit her lips tightly, trying her best not to let the rolling tears fall out, but unfortunately her eye sockets couldn't bear the weight of the tears, she couldn't hold back the tears falling drop by drop.

Even though it was summer, he felt cold all over his body and shivered. He stood there in a daze, at a loss for what to do.

——I don’t even know what I did wrong, so I will be thrown away again?

……

"Rong Jian, Rong Jian?"

In the haze, Rong Jian heard someone calling him.

After his shoulders were shaken vigorously, Rong Jian quickly came to his senses. He frowned and rubbed his temples, and asked hoarsely, "What's wrong?"

Lin Yanxiu grabbed the man by the collar, lifted it up, and said with a grim expression, "If you go to sleep, you'll even miss the awards ceremony! You idiot!"

The chaotic dream vaguely left some images in Rong Jian's mind, lingering, the sad feeling in the dream was too real, intertwined with reality into a mess, it was hard to tell which was real and which was fake.

He reacted for a long time before replying with an "oh".

His cheek seemed to be still hurting, he reached out and touched it, it was very cold.

"What's the matter with you?" Lin Yanxiu hesitated, put his arms around the man's waist, and hugged him from behind.

Rong Jian's body was filled with a strange aura, as soon as he got close, he seemed to be suffocated.

Lin Yanxiu frowned uncomfortably, tightened his arms, and hugged him even tighter.

For some reason, there is a feeling that this person will disappear as soon as he lets go.

"Lin Yanxiu" Rong Jian's eyes were almost out of focus, and after a long time, he spoke with difficulty, his voice dry and dry as if burned, "I seem to remember something, it's so confusing"

Lin Yanxiu was shaken all over, and his heart suddenly became tense, and the uneasiness enveloping his heart became deeper, making him unable to breathe.

"You remember?"

Rong Jian nodded slowly, then shook his head again.

The dream is full of sporadic fragments, piled up in a mess, and he can't sort out the clue at all.

I always feel that there is still one piece missing, the most important part

"Let's finish the awards ceremony first." Lin Yanxiu slowly let go of his hands.

Rong Jian nodded, followed the other party and walked out.

He was so full of thoughts about the dream just now that he completely forgot about agreeing to Shen Qin's transfer.

The layout of the award presentation site has been completed, and the auditorium is full.

The NGC top three awards are of course the grand finale. Before that, there were awards for the top 16, personal style awards, and on-site signed players of the club, etc.

"The award presenter of this year's competition is Mr. Shen Qin, the president of Weta China Branch!" The host smiled like a flower, and she couldn't just meet a man of this level.

No matter what occasion Shen Dashao attends, he is always polite, gentle and smiling.

Shelves are naturally there, but they don't make people feel uncomfortable.

"Mr. Shen is really handsome, how do you usually take care of it? Can you pass on the secret to the gaming nerds?" The host joked with a smile.

Shen Qin thought for a while and said seriously: "This depends on reasonable nutrition and regular work and rest time. For breakfast, you can eat whole wheat bread, clear porridge, a small amount of fruit, and milk. For lunch."

The host listened to him talk in silence, and finally added: "Don't overindulge in sex."

Long silence.

The host MM burst into tears, he was really answering the questions seriously!

Although this year's NGC was full of problems, the award ceremony was smooth—at least 90.00% of it was smooth.

The top three podiums in competitive games are the same as the three-tiered podiums in sports.

Rong Jian's indifferent face concealed his inner bewilderment, outsiders could not see anything wrong, only Lin Yanxiu who was standing outside the podium was inexplicably anxious.

Shen Qin smiled and handed over the pure gold championship trophy: "Congratulations, Rong Jian, for your double championship."

"Thank you." When Rong Jian saw his face, he immediately remembered about the transfer, his face turned blue, and he squeezed out these two words through his teeth.

He had never seen an NGC champion before, and after winning the trophy, he still put on an expression as if he was constipated. As the third runner-up, Wen You rolled his eyes speechlessly.

When Rong Jian held up the championship trophy, the audience applauded thunderously, and the name "Rong Jian" rang in their ears.

At this moment, he seemed to be the center of the universe, all eyes, all blessings, and all applause rushed towards him.

Even with his indifference, he couldn't help being a little excited.

Rong Jian looked across the crowd and landed on Lin Yanxiu who was also smiling. For some reason, he suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart.

At this moment, a man who was beyond everyone's expectations suddenly appeared on the podium.

This man was tall and distinguished, with a well-crafted suit. His face was condensed and almost gloomy. He strode towards the top three stage.

The man stared at Rong Jian coldly, and Rong Jian's pupils slowly dilated in disbelief.

"Rong Jian, how dare you stand here brazenly?" The middle-aged man squinted his eyes, brows almost stood up angrily, and shouted loudly from the depths of his throat, "You murdered your biological mother and unborn brother?" scum!"