After being cheated into marriage by ex-boyfriend[Transmigration Book]

He Jidong is not a person who loves to cherish memories, and even does not think about the past with emotion.He habitually looks forward to everything, thinking that the past is the past, and thinking too much will only disturb himself.

For children, most of them are sealed in the deep corner of memory, and they will not be opened easily.

Surprisingly in the dream, it was still at the location of the bridge hole.

It was dark, cramped, and the air felt damp.

The environment is so realistic that he seems to have returned to that time.But He Cidong knew very well that he was still in a dream.

That feeling is very special.

You are you, but you know that you are not the original you.

"Brother." A small, excited voice came from not far away.

Then a small figure ran in dragging a bag.

He always sneaks out at night.

There was not a single star in the sky during the mildewy rainy season, so he stumbled directly into He Cidong's arms.

He Cidong snorted, but still reached out to catch him.

"I'm sorry." He panicked and tried to get up.

He Cidong told him not to move around, the child's soft hair swept across his neck, bringing a slight itch.

"What are you holding?" He Cidong asked him leaning against the stone wall.

The child immediately forgot about bumping into him, dragged the bag, and said happily, "I brought you medicine and food today."

Knowing his situation, He Zhidong tentatively touched his thin arm until it reached his tiny palm, and asked him, "Did you get beaten again?"

"No." The child said seriously, "I'm very careful."

He Cidong didn't believe it.

Because he felt the welt of the cane on his arm.

But He Cidong didn't expose it either.

It was normal when he arrived here, and He Jidong also clearly remembered that all this happened in real life.

But dreams have no logic.

The child ate something with him, and he was still presentable, but in fact, he didn't wipe the place and smeared him with medicine.

He Zhidong also wiped it for him, the child groaned and tried to hide, but He Zhidong lowered his head and blew gently on his arm.

After he finished wiping, He Cidong asked him, "Are you going to stay here to sleep tonight?"

Not the first time.

Then this time the child stood up and patted the ashes off his hands.

She shook her head and said to him, "Not today, brother, I should go."

He Cidong frowned instinctively, and asked him, "Where are you going?"

"I don't know," said the child, "but I really have to go."

This question and answer itself is very strange.

Where can he go as a child living in an orphanage?

But He Cidong in the dream didn't delve into it. The child didn't look unhappy, and even took the initiative to lie on his shoulder and said, "Brother, get better soon, I will remember you."

He Cidong felt a sudden panic.

He tried to grab him, but the dream self couldn't be controlled by him.

The screen receded like a tide.

He Cidong wanted to call his name, but the name that came out of his mouth was Cen Jing.

Then the dream was completely reversed.

Cen Jing did appear.

"Hey, He Cidong." The young man raised his familiar eyes, approached with a half-smile and said, "Did you actually call me by my name?"

He Cidong glanced around and found that he was in the office.

He straightened himself up and sat on the office chair.

And Cen Jing was leaning on the desk with both hands, bending over and smiling.

He was familiar with this Cen Jing, but he was also unfamiliar.

Cen Jing straightened up and said, "Okay, I know you're putting on airs, and you never know how to joke around."

"Why are you here?" He Jidong in the dream still followed the logic of the dream, and asked him this sentence.

"Me." Cen Jing sat down on the chair behind him.

He looked at the sky outside the window, and after a long time turned his head to look at the congratulatory host again: "It's nothing, I just think today is a good day, so I came to see you."

He Jidong looked at his face and said nothing.

Cen Jing also adjusted the buttons of his suit and stood up from the chair.

He Jidong watched silently as he walked to the door.

Watching him turn around, he finally said: "Since I saw it, from now on...you just pretend that I've never been here."

At the same time as the sound of the door closing, He Cidong suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

The room was silent, he held his chest, and could clearly hear his rapid panting and the lingering palpitations.

It's like cutting off a very important part of the body.

The sky is slightly bright outside the window.

The violent storm last night had subsided now. Downstairs was the sound of Uncle Zhong calling Zhong Ziliang to move out the potted plants that had been moved into the house last night.

He Cidong recalled this absurd dream.

In the dream, he called Cen Jing's name to the child when he was a child, and Cen Jing himself finally appeared.

The dream was strange, but He Cidong found that his heart seemed to be covered by a layer of haze.

Heavy and breathless.

When He Cidong went downstairs, he ran into Zhong Ziliang who was wearing a yellow plastic raincoat to prevent dew, rushing over from the corridor.

As soon as the soles of his feet slipped, he would act like a dog chewing mud beside He Cidong.

He Jidong quickly grabbed him with his eyes and frowned, "There is water freezing on the road, why are you running?"

"Brother." Zhong Ziliang was aggrieved: "It's not my dad, who commanded me at a speed like a ghost chasing after me."

Uncle Zhong heard it in the distance, and shouted: "Stinky boy, why don't you be lazy!"

Zhong Ziliang ran away in a flash.

He Cidong wore a knee-length black woolen coat, took off his leather gloves, and stood on the porch looking at the branches in the yard that were broken by the rainstorm last night.

Mrs. Chen came from the other side with a pot of tea.

Seeing him here, he sighed and said, "Do you still have to go out?"

He Cidong looked away and hummed.

Mrs. Chen: "This year is really uneasy. What did the doctor over there say?"

He Cidong's face was very pale, "I had a craniotomy, and I woke up last night."

"That's good." Sister-in-law Chen sighed: "If this really killed someone, Cen Jing would just..."

Mrs. Chen didn't say the whole thing when she said this.

She knew that He Cidong had always disliked being mentioned about him.

Instead, he asked in a different way: "What did the police say?"

"Still investigating."

Mrs. Chen nodded, looked at He Cidong, hesitated for a while and said: "Cidong, don't think Mrs. Chen is too talkative, no one would like this to happen, but Cen Jingtou can't be blamed for everything. Come on. I see that he is not the kind of person who does things to people for no reason, so don't hold on to this matter."

He Cidong didn't explain much to Mrs. Chen, so he hummed.

Instead, he asked, "When did the rain stop last night?"

"It must be four or five o'clock." Mrs. Chen said, "Such a thunderstorm is rare in winter. Not to mention scary, the temperature has dropped several degrees. Remember to add clothes."

Just at this moment, He Cidong's cell phone rang.

He nodded to Mrs. Chen, and then picked it up. The other party said, "Boss, I found something."

On the outskirts of the east city west.

The ordinary-looking man in his twenties pointed to the processing factory not far away, and said to He Cidong next to him, "That's right there."

He Cidong looked over there, silent for two seconds.

"Go ahead," he said.

This place is not generally remote, and the surrounding area is deserted.

There are dead branches all over the ground under my feet, and there is a rustling sound when I step on them.

Pushing open the rusty and mottled iron door, the cold air brought an old and unpleasant smell.

The second floor.

He Jidong glanced at the blackened blood in the corner, and then moved his gaze to the faces of the two shivering people shivering.

Coincidentally, we all know each other.

Deng Yusheng's condition didn't look good, his hands and feet were bandaged to stop the bleeding, but judging from the way and position of the injury, the person who did it seemed to be aiming at crippling him.

The other had no obvious trauma, but was also terrified.

The person next to He Cidong whispered in his ear: "We found out that on the night of New Year's Eve, after parting ways from the police station, Mr. Cen was attacked unprepared and tied here. of."

The expression on He Cidong's face seemed to be frozen.

After the incident in the underground parking lot happened, he asked someone to check it out, but he didn't expect that the time could be traced back to New Year's Eve.

The two people in front of them were awake.

They didn't know what happened afterwards. For He Cidong who appeared here at this time, their first instinct must be that Yao Wenyu had succeeded.

Chu Xuan looked at him, and said with a bitter expression: "Mr. He, this is all done by Cen Jing. He crippled Deng Yusheng's hands and feet, and threatened me to ask for Wen Yu's address. I have no other choice!"

He Cidong didn't seem to hear what the other party said, and asked, "Why did you attack him?"

"This..." Chu Xuan hesitated, and looked at Deng Yusheng beside him.

Deng Yusheng's face turned grayish-white, his eyes were dark, and he leaned against the wall and said, "It's all him, back then..."

While he was talking, He Cidong's people handed him a mobile phone.

It was the one whose surname Chu made the video.

He Cidong took it and clicked play.

The camera shakes a couple of times, and a conversation gradually emerges, and He Jidong's expression gets darker the further he looks back.

Until he pulled Cen Jing and was beaten to the place where his stomach bleeds.

Deng Yusheng in front of him was still saying: "I just regret letting him seize the opportunity, otherwise..."

Deng Yusheng couldn't say what he said next.

Because they thought the person who came for Yao Wenyu didn't say a word, they stepped forward and kicked him right in the heart.

His body hit the metal wall with a loud muffled sound, Deng Yusheng fell down on the spot, his neck and face were all purple, and he opened his mouth for a long time without making a sound, which shows how much effort He Cidong used.

The person surnamed Chu next to him was already frightened.

He Cidong's whole body was full of low air pressure.

"You should be glad that you are the one who lost your arms and legs." He Cidong's voice was deep and harsh, "You still expect Yao Wenyu to protect you if you kill someone. It's still unknown whether he can protect himself."

Chu Xuan and Deng Yusheng finally realized that He Cidong did not come because of Yao Wenyu.

The fact that Cen Jing was attacked just after Da Da left him, obviously made He Jidong very angry.

The point of anger is not only that Yao Wenyu arranged this attack behind his back, and attacked Cen Jing behind his back.

The point of anger was that he saw Cen Jing's situation at that time.

His feelings towards Cen Jing had already stepped on the boundary line, and even he himself couldn't figure out whether it was disgust or other complicated feelings.

Seeing this video all of a sudden, He Jidong's rationality was almost instantly exploded.

He reached out and tugged at the tie around his collar.

Only then did he barely hold back his hostility.

The person next to him asked: "Boss, the police haven't found this place yet, what should we do next?"

"Then turn them over to the police."

The other party then asked: "Then... this video?"

The person who originally asked the question wanted to ask whether they should be destroyed directly, after all, Yao Wenyu was directly involved in it.

With the relationship between Yao Wenyu and the boss, if he wanted to protect someone, there must be no better thing like this.

For some reason, He Cidong's aura became even colder when he heard this, and he said in a deep voice, "Let's hand it over to the police, and let them explain everything clearly."

"clear."

When the police came here to take people away, they carried them away on stretchers.

The leader was talking with He Cidong in the open space outside the processing factory.

"I can find some clues so quickly, thanks to Mr. He's cooperation."

He Cidong reached out and shook his hand briefly.

The other party continued: "You are also an indirect party to this case, so we can clarify some situations with you."

He Cidong signaled the other party to speak directly.

"During our investigation, we found that all the movable and immovable properties under Mr. Cen's name had been notarized more than a month ago. A large number of donations and resettlement had been done privately in the name of Mr. Cen."

The other party went on to say: "You must know that if there were no major events, ordinary people would rarely presuppose and deal with these matters so quickly. Therefore, we speculate that the incident of Mr. Cen's injury may have been premeditated."

"No." He Cidong frowned, "He is the passive party in this matter."

He couldn't predict in advance when he was tied up.

Going to block Yao Wenyu was more out of revenge.

There is nothing to start planning more than a month in advance.

The police did not deny He Cidong's statement, but asked, "Does Mr. Cen have any new plans and trends in his career?"

He Cidong: "I haven't heard of it, the time is too short, and my people are still looking for him."

"That's good." The other party smiled, "Let's do it for today. If you have any new clues, please contact us in time."

The crowd dispersed quickly, leaving messy footprints and ruts on the ground wet by the rain last night.

He Cidong looked at the wasteland in the distance, and thought to himself that that person passed through the line of life and death here, and then walked out alone with injuries all over his body.

Desperate and determined.

He Cidong stood there, feeling that the bitterness of deep winter was long overdue.

The phone rang again.

This time it was Gao Yang.

"Boss, we have carefully investigated Cen Jing's past information, and they are almost the same as what we found in the past." Gao Yang said here, "But we still found something."

He Cidong: "Say."

"When Cen Jing was with Li Meilan, he was about five years old and was sent away for a month. Because Li Meilan had no ability to support him at the time, he followed a man who suspected that he was mentally ill since he was a child and secretly sent him out. of."

He Cidong narrowed his eyes, "Where did you send it?"

"It's quite a coincidence that this is the orphanage where Mr. Yao stayed. We didn't find out before because the time was too short, and his information was not in the file at all. Later, there was a fire there, and then he died. He was picked up by Li Meilan."

About five years old, in the same orphanage.

It happened to be at the time when the fire broke out.

There is a feeling that the curtain is dusty and has been lifted a little bit from the source.

He Cidong recalled those small details back then, and when he met Yao Wenyu later, even after investigation and verification, he still vaguely felt that something was wrong.

With a beginning, it is like starting a prairie fire.

Something can no longer be blocked.

"Boss, boss!" The high-pitched voice on the phone gradually faded away.

The world is overturned, chaotic and hazy.

A severe headache hit him.

It felt like the whole world was pressing against him.

Someone's voice is always lingering in my ears.

"Cen Jing died a long time ago. From today on, I, Cen Jing, will be Cen Jing, and you, He Cidong, will be He Cidong."

"With an additional 3000 million, the benefits will be divided into four and six, six for me and four for you."

"Surnamed He, why are you betraying me?"

"You belong to an old man who has been abstinent for too long, and has a psychological problem."

"Merry Christmas."

"He Cidong, don't let me die here."

Those pictures and memories that were pulled away and reversed began to fill up little by little, and everything was related to a person named Cen Jing.

That person single-handedly brought "Chenjian" to today's scale.

They have confronted each other more than once, negotiated calmly, and quarreled fiercely.

They talked about liking and sexual boundaries.

The man once buried his head in cold sweat against his neck because of a severe headache, and said that he would be fine in a while.

They'd been to the country together and almost had a fight in bed.

He Cidong remembered that he was always calm and self-possessed.

I remember the look of fire in his eyes when he was angry, his pale face after being sick, and the car overturned off the cliff. In order to save him, he opened the car door full of scars with his bare hands.

But he forgot.

The whole world has forgotten all this.

He Jidong suddenly remembered how he looked under the cliff again, when Cen Jing suddenly asked him if there was a scar under the tattoo on his back.

The information Gao Yang revealed is enough.

He Cidong didn't even need to confirm, he could be sure that he had misidentified someone for many years.

At that time, Cen Jing must have known something, but he didn't say anything.

In other words, He Jidong never gave him such a chance.

He Jidong realized that he was also worried that he was living too alone, but in the end, he was the one who pushed him to the edge of desperation.

More than once.

The cold wind poured down, and the feeling of the ice blade piercing through the intestines was nothing more than that.

The price of sobriety is enmity with the world.

He Jidong's hands grabbed the clothes on his chest, the blood on his face faded, he bent down, and a smell of rust filled his throat.

The bulging veins on his forehead showed that he was in great pain.

The world is far away, and the process of celibacy and consciousness struggles does not know how long it has passed.

Finally, gradually, he gained the upper hand.

The hazy feeling was gone, and the five senses began to gradually return to normal.

When He Jidong slowly opened his eyes, he found that he was still standing in the original position.

The subordinate next to him supported him with a look of panic.

Obviously, I don't know why the boss reacted so suddenly.

The mobile phone that fell on the ground has been disconnected.

He Jidong bent down slowly to pick up the things.

Looking at all this from a different perspective, the redness in He Jidong's eyes became more and more obvious.

He suddenly regretted it.

I regret that I left too resolutely when we parted at the police station that day, and regretted being in the underground parking lot. I thought it didn't matter if I let him go if I thought he looked fine.

He didn't know that he had been alone for so long.

What kind of pain and psychological restructuring did he have to go through to appear in front of him with a look that looks "okay".

"Boss, let's take you to the hospital." The subordinate next to him said anxiously.

He Cidong raised his hand to indicate that it was okay.

His voice was low from his throat due to the extreme psychological shock, and he said, "Contact Gao Yang, no matter how much it costs, we will determine Cen Jing's whereabouts in the shortest possible time."

The property in his name has been arranged since a long time ago.

That point in time happened to be shortly after the car accident.

Perhaps, he had anticipated this day long ago.

This kind of cognition caught He Cidong off guard for a burst of pain.