Inferior by Nature

The hallway was silent, there was no one else but me.Looking left and right, it is lifeless black, and you can't see the bottom at a glance.

Ice patterns spread towards me along the floor little by little, and the exhaled breath was white mist. There was a beige wooden door in front of me. Through the small glass window on the door, I could see the classroom inside which was rendered warm yellow by the setting sun.

It was completely different from the darkness I was in. It looked warm and bright. In the middle of the place, sat two teenagers in school uniforms...kissing wantonly.

During this period of time, there should be no one else in the classroom, "Everyone is gone, you won't be found", I think so, and they must think so too.The love that was suppressed and unable to be revealed during the day was finally able to express it in this quiet classroom.

The young man with his back to me was slender, with his right hand weakly resting on the chest of the person in front of him, as if he couldn't bear such an intense kiss and wanted to refuse.However, before he could move, the white wrist was firmly grasped by the other party, and it was completely held in Mai Se's big palm, without giving him any chance to refuse.

Not only that, but the other party also inserted his fingers into the boy's ink-like hair, and kept tightening, forcing the kiss between them to become more lingering.

The strong arms are knotted with blue tendons, and the bulging muscles are smooth and graceful, full of strength.Going up the arm, the man's hair was shaved very short. It looked hard and prickly, but it was also exceptionally neat. His eyebrows were thick and slender, and his eye sockets were particularly deep.

They are clearly the same school uniform, the same age, one has the frailty of a teenager even from the back, but the other already has the embryonic form of a "man".

Ran... Qing Zhuang...

The lips opened and closed in vain, and the voice was stuck in the throat without a single utterance.

This name is like a taboo, and there is no way to say it properly even in sleep.

I looked at him, seeing him intoxicated in the sweet kiss, seeing his tender face.Although there is only one door separated, it feels like we are in two worlds.

Suddenly, as if he felt the peeping of a third party, Ran Qingzhuang, who was immersed in intimacy just a second ago, suddenly opened his eyes, and his cold and sharp eyes were directed at this side, like a beast that had spotted its prey. I stepped back in a hurry.

In the next second, the ice under my feet shattered, and I fell into darkness.

"No. 47 Ji Ning, No. 47 Ji Ning, please go to Clinic No. 1 for treatment."

Opening his eyes, his heart was beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of his chest in the next moment.

I suddenly woke up from a drowsiness. I was still a little confused. I slowed down for a while until the broadcast started calling my name for the second time. Then I hurriedly got up and entered the No. 1 clinic not far away.

Sitting in the consulting room was an elderly doctor with gold-rimmed glasses on his face, looking very kind.He is one of the top brain surgeons in Chonghai City and my attending physician. His surname is Wu.

"Xiao Ji, do you still have a headache recently?" While talking, he took out two CT films from the bag I handed over, inserted them into the viewing light next to the examination table, and observed them carefully.

"Sometimes it hurts, and it stops in about ten seconds. It's not hard." I sat opposite him, recalling the changes in my health over the past few days, "It's just... I found that my memory has deteriorated. I can't remember many things."

Just like yesterday, I suddenly couldn't remember the name of the high school I attended.It was clearly on my lips, but I just couldn’t say it, so I searched for my graduation photos for a long time in a hurry. When I found them, I remembered in the middle of the night that the photos were in my hometown, and I didn’t bring them to Chonghai at all.

Holding a pen, Dr. Wu drew a circle on my film, and said, "It's a good thing that the tumor hasn't continued to grow, but since its location is too dangerous, there is still a risk of 'explosion' at any time. Think about it Is it conservative treatment or surgery?"

This is not the first time I have come to him. Half a month ago, he had pointed out two paths to me clearly and in detail—conservative treatment. Although I don’t know when I will die, at least I can still live with quality. Quite a few days; surgical treatment, although there is hope for survival, but there is a high probability that I am afraid that I will not even be able to get off the operating table.

"How long can I survive with conservative treatment?" I asked, staring at the ominous circular shadow on the CT scan.

Doctor Wu pondered for a moment, then said, "At most half a year."

Half a year, maybe I can last until my younger sister finishes her college entrance examination... I can still use this time to earn some more money and pay for her college fees, so that even if I'm not here, my mother won't worry too much about money.

"Then half a year is enough." I said.

Dr. Wu nodded: "Your forgetfulness and headache should be caused by tumors. The source cannot be eradicated, so I can only prescribe you some painkillers. Your illness will get worse as time goes on. Exercise more and keep your mood at ease." , maybe it can alleviate one or two."

I thanked him and put the CT film in my bag. I left the consultation room with the medical records in my hand. Accompanied by my family, the next patient couldn’t wait to squeeze in. His body was thin, his face was pale, and he looked frighteningly haggard.

Substituting myself unconsciously, I feel a little guilty, wondering if I will become like this in the future.

As soon as I got back to the rental house, Fang Luosu called, reminding me not to forget the time at night.

I glanced at the cello placed in the corner and said, "Meet at the pier at six o'clock in the evening, remember."

Fang Luosu and I belong to the same symphony orchestra and are both cellists.She has a lot of brains and knows a lot of people. Sometimes when there is no performance in the troupe, she will do some private work by herself, accompany the reception, and add to the fun at the wedding banquet.If there are many people who want it, she will sometimes pull me along and ask me to earn extra money together.

"Have you talked to Nan Xian?" I asked.

Nan Xian is my college classmate, an authentic Chonghai native, he returned to Chonghai after graduating from university, and I happened to be with him because I work in Chonghai.He used to be a nice guy, seeing me alone in a foreign land, he would often find me for dinner and ask me to go hiking.Sometimes I would come to listen to our group's concerts, come and go again, and see Fang Luosu right, and achieve good things.

Strictly speaking, I'm their matchmaker.

Nanxian did not join any orchestra after graduation, but worked as a cello teacher in a children's institution.He has a gentle personality, Fang Luosu is bright and bright, the two are a perfect match, and their relationship has always been very good.Once, I thought that love should look like them in the end.

Until two weeks ago, I found out that Fang Luosu had cheated.

That day I accidentally left a gadget on my phone. It was a gift from my sister. It was not a valuable item, but because of its commemorative value, the first time I realized it was lost, I began to think about where I might have lost it. Finally, I thought of The theater dressing room.

In order to confirm whether the pendant was dropped in the dressing room, I almost got home, so I turned around and went back to the theater.

The corridor is covered with thick carpets, and there is no sound when you step on it. The door of the dressing room leaked a crack, and there was an ambiguous sound from inside.

The hand that was about to hold the doorknob was retracted like an electric shock, I stared at the crack in surprise, and after just a few sounds, I felt that the female voice inside was somewhat familiar.

"Old Xin, this time...it's my turn, right?" The woman's voice was knocked into pieces, with a hook at the end.

I'm not a theater security guard, and I have nothing to do with anyone looking for excitement in it. I should have turned around and left without causing trouble.But just because I wanted to confirm whether the woman inside was Fang Luosu, not only did I not leave, but I also held my breath and listened secretly.

"Don't worry, the new chief must be you." The man panted roughly, his voice was wretched, "My big baby, because I have done so much for you, you have to take good care of me tonight."

After getting the man's promise, the woman seemed to be in a good mood, and said "hmm" coquettishly.

"I know you are good to me..."

I've never heard Fang Luosu's voice like this before. Shock mixed with nausea, my stomach suddenly churns, I almost fled, leaning on the wall and running out.

It wasn't until I breathed in the fresh air outside that the nausea faded away a little bit.

The former chief cellist of the orchestra resigned not long ago due to some personal reasons. Fang Luosu and I are among the most vocal people in the group regarding the speculation about the new chief.

I know that Fang Luosu has always been very ambitious and wanted to be the chief, but I didn't expect her to do this for this ambition.

It is impossible to find the pendant again. I went home, tossed and turned all night, and went to work the next day in a bad mood. I was tuning the strings. Fang Luosu came to me with a smile, and spread his palms. Yellow lemons droop in front of me.

"You left in the locker room yesterday, and I put it away for you when I saw it," she said.

She didn't look guilty.

Lowering my eyes, I held the pendant and stuffed it into my trouser pocket: "Thank you."

Fang Luosu: "You're welcome."

She turned to go.

"Actually, I went back to look for it yesterday. Congratulations, new chief."

I dropped a blockbuster, which caught Fang Luosu off guard.To this day, I still remember the look of panic when she turned to look at me until the blood on her face was gone.

I gave her a choice - I'll tell Nanxian, or she can go herself.She chose the latter.However, it has been two weeks now, but she still has not acted.I'm not sure if she's delaying on purpose, or if she really has a hard time talking to Nan Xian, or both.

"Give me some more time." Fang Luosu's voice on the phone was a bit suffocated, "It's not so easy to talk about this kind of thing. I love Nanxian, and I don't want to see him suffer..."

I interrupted her: "I'll give you another week."

In the past, when I heard her show affection, I was always happy for them, but now I only find it ironic, even unbearable.

Fang Luosu paused, and said weakly, "I see."

Human beings are inherently inferior, and they will make mistakes if they are not careful.Any deviation, like a wrong dissonant note played by a fingertip, will instantly destroy the piece "Life".

From birth, we should all make every choice carefully.My mother taught me this way since I was a child, and the negative examples given are also very convincing-my father, Ji Xueguang.

When I was eight years old, my dad found a mistress outside when my mother was pregnant with a second child, and often went to private meetings with the mistress under the guise of working overtime.My mother always waited for him late at night with her stomach full, and made a lot of tonic soup for him during those days when he was struggling to support the family.

Maybe it was because of too much nourishment. Not long after the nourishing days, he was suddenly condemned by the heavens. He was so excited that he immediately died on Xiaosan's bed.

What absurdity, what a shame.

My mother didn't even hold a memorial service, so she burned people directly, and dumped all the ashes into the sea.

Later, she began to believe in religion, always talking about the cycle of cause and effect, and gradually became extreme in the education of my sister and me.Strict to harsh, we are not allowed to make a little mistake, it seems to use this to put an end to the "inferior" genes in our bones.

I didn't follow her into the religion, but after being whispered by her these years, my thoughts have more or less assimilated. I don't believe in other things, but I still believe in things like "retribution".If you do something wrong, you will receive retribution.

Therefore, it is necessary to correct and improve it as much as possible before things develop into "worse".

At six o'clock in the evening, I arrived at the port pier on time wearing my costume and carrying my cello on my back.

When I arrived, Fang Luosu had already arrived and was talking to other people on the pier.Seeing me, she took the initiative to lean over and naturally introduced the other members of this temporary small orchestra to me.I shook hands with them one by one, made a brief self-introduction, and soon, the crew responsible for picking us up also arrived.

Although all of them were dressed formally, with suits and shirts, the large tattoos on their arms and necks, as well as the various brow, lip, and nose studs on their faces, still revealed the unusualness of these people.

"Is it all there? Let's go when we are all there, don't miss the time." The unusual young crew member counted the number of people, confirmed that everyone was all there, and took us on a white yacht parked aside.

The yacht is very spacious, with luxurious interior decoration. When galloping on the sea, there is almost no bump and no bad smell of diesel.

"Are you going to the legendary 'Lion King Island' today? Will there be any classic movie scenes, such as prostitution, arms deals, gamblers chopping hands, etc.?" The girl holding the violin glanced. Closed the hatch, asked Fang Luosu in a low voice.

"You really watch too many movies, how can you be so exaggerated." Fang Luosu laughed, "There is a casino on the island, but it's on the east side. We won't go today. The Jin family lives on the other side I've been to the castle a few times, and I haven't seen murder or arson, or any mysterious incidents. It's just like ordinary rich people."

"Ordinary rich people don't have so many horses under their hands..." The girl pointedly glanced at the direction of the bow.

The Kim family?

I stopped wiping my glasses and asked, "Is the Jin family from the Union Group hosting the banquet tonight?"

I'm not from Chonghai, but I've heard about the Jin family for a long time. When I was in college, Nan Xian always liked to share with us the secrets of the Jin family that I had heard.

The Chonghai Jin family, on the surface, runs the largest listed casino in Chonghai——United Entertainment City.However, there have always been rumors that they colluded with many politicians, engaged in dirty business in private, and built a luxurious money empire on a small island far away from Chonghai. nation.

In the eyes of ordinary people in Chonghai, the Jin family is simply synonymous with "mysterious and evil". Even those who follow them will be called "running dogs" with a hateful title.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Today is Mrs. Jin's birthday party, and many important figures will be there, so there won't be any danger." Fang Luosu saw my worry and comforted me.

Ever since I found out that she cheated on Manager Xin, I half-believed everything she said, and my right eye kept twitching after getting on the boat.

Fortunately, the yacht finally landed smoothly. After strict security checks, our group came to the banquet hall of the castle.

Rehearsed twice, the banquet was held on time at eight o'clock, every guest looked decent and...ordinary, just like those gentlemen and ladies who came to the theater to listen to music, it was not at all obvious that moving their fingers could disturb all fields. Peaceful big man.

Compared with the performance in the theater, the performance here is only used as background sound, and few people listened carefully. After a long time, I was a little distracted and began to look around curiously.

The banquet was held in the King's castle.It is said that this ancient castle has a history of a hundred years. I did not listen carefully when I came in. I heard the staff who led the way say: "It still retains the original appearance of the year, including The dungeon..."

The dungeon was unlucky to visit, but it can be seen from the banquet hall that it is indeed well preserved, and even the luxurious life of the old royal family can be glimpsed from the magnificent decoration.

In the long and narrow banquet hall, there are several huge arched floor-to-ceiling windows on one side, and mirrors in the same shape as the arched floor-to-ceiling windows on one side, and the ceiling is covered with brass that can reflect clear images.When all the crystal lamps are turned on and the lights are reflected on the brass and mirrors, the entire banquet hall will become resplendent and resplendent like a crystal palace.

Just as I was amazed at the luxury and exquisiteness of this banquet hall, the heavy door at the entrance opened again.

Everyone looked over there unconsciously, and when they saw who was coming, many people raised their wine glasses and began to move towards them.

Look at the battle, it should be the protagonist tonight.

The performance stage is slightly higher than the ground, so you can see the situation at the entrance without hindrance.

The first ones should be the Kim couple. The man is gentle and has a bookish look. Although he is over 50 years old, his face is not old; the woman has long curly hair and looks younger than the man. Ten looks very beautiful.

Followed by him was a young man in his early twenties, with a handsome appearance, combining the advantages of the Jin couple's appearance, but there was a hint of impatience on his face, frowning his brows, and he seemed not very close.He was holding a seven or eight-year-old fat man by his hand. His features were quite similar to his, and he was his younger brother at first glance.

I remember Nan Xian said that there are two young masters in the Jin family. I forgot the name of the eldest son, but the youngest son has a very cute name, Jin Yuanbao.

From behind, two men walked in side by side, one was bald with a silver ring on his brow bone, and the other...

There is another... tall, with tough eyes, compared to others who are neatly dressed, he only wears a white vest under his suit, which looks a bit too sloppy.The hair is short, looks hard and tied, and has a bad temper.

The other party looked around the arena, and then quickly backed out. He didn't stay long, and his brows were slightly frowned, as if he didn't like crowded places.

Seeing him disappear at the door, I stood up at once, ignoring that I was still playing and was going to chase him out.But before I could stand up completely, a severe and hasty headache forced me to sit back down again.

If it doesn't get sick sooner or later, it actually happens at this time?

I braced my forehead, the pain caused my palms to break out in a cold sweat.

Scenes of messy memory fragments flashed before my eyes, wheat-colored arms, protruding joints, and explosive muscles...

And the cold sentence: "I don't want to see you again, Ji Ning."

The face that was already blurred gradually became clear because of the sudden reunion.

"……lemon?"

"...Ji Ning, are you okay?" Fang Luosu noticed my strangeness, stopped playing and came over to ask me about my situation.

My head is still a little dizzy, but it doesn't hurt much: "I'm fine, I just have some stomach pain. I'm going to the bathroom and I'll be right back."

Putting down the bow, before Fang Luosu could react, I got up and walked quickly towards the entrance of the banquet hall.