A Scumbag Always Gets What He Deserves

A thin woman is walking slowly into the icy river.

The light gray water mist was thrown into the air by the rushing waves, forming a thicker and deeper mist, which gradually enveloped everything around.The gloomy sky is depressing, and the oversaturated humidity soaks into the lungs, bringing people a feeling of suffocation like dying.

The woman was on the phone while walking, and the little boy who was tightly held under her arm couldn't help coughing.

"Mom, I can't breathe. Mom, I'm so cold, let's go home? Mom, don't leave, or the water will flood if you go again? Mom, mom..."

The immature voice mixed with crying, helplessness and pleading echoed on the empty river.

The woman looked down at her son.

Her eyeballs were bloodshot, as if she hadn't fallen asleep for several nights, and the despair in her pupils was more intense than the rushing river water and the diffuse mist.She was still holding the phone that couldn't be connected, stubbornly waiting for the response from the other end.

Her son's pained face and teary eyes were nothing more than a meaningless backdrop to her.

She raised her head, looked towards the deeper water, and kept walking.

The little boy choked on a few sips of water and had to struggle violently.

She clamped her arms tightly, completely ignoring the possibility that the rushing river might take her son's life first.

Suddenly, the phone was connected, and a lazy male voice sounded slowly: "Didn't I tell you not to contact me again?"

A gleam of light suddenly appeared in the woman's eyes, which were completely occupied by despair, and her footsteps that kept walking into the deep water finally came to a halt.

The little boy breathed a sigh of relief, but coughed uncontrollably.

"Don't make noise!" The woman reprimanded viciously.

The little boy quickly let go of the hand that was tightly grasping the hem of his mother's clothes, and turned to cover his mouth, his dark eyes full of hope stared at the phone without blinking.He hoped the call would save him.

"Are you going to get a divorce or not? If you don't, I will jump into the river with Jian Qiao!" The woman said with a trembling voice.

The man smiled casually: "I don't lack women or sons, so go ahead. You are not the first person to force me to divorce with a child; you are not the first person to commit suicide for me. Save Save it, I don't take this set."

The man was about to end this meaningless conversation, but the woman suddenly pressed the phone to her son's cold cheek, and said urgently, "Call Dad, Jian Qiao! Let Dad come and save you!"

A little child doesn't understand the entanglement between parents, he just wants to live.It's too cold in here, and it's too scary.

He opened his mouth and shouted over and over again: "Daddy save me, Daddy save me..."

However, the phone screen went out amidst his cry for help.The man hung up the phone decisively, and quickly blocked all the contact information of the woman.

Even if the child's cry for help is true, and the woman's desire to die is also true, he doesn't care.A crazy woman who regards love as more important than her own life, or even the life of her child, will only cause him more trouble.He might not be able to get rid of the other party's entanglement in his life, so it would be better to let their mother and son die cleanly.

The woman could no longer hear the man's voice, but she still screamed like crazy: "I love you! I love you more than anyone else! Why can't you love me? Why? Well, you don't love me, do you? Then I'll go Die well, I will die with your son! You will definitely regret it!"

The little boy suddenly understood in his ignorance that love is a terrible thing, and his mother cannot live without it, and even he is not qualified to live.

But why?

Is love really that important?

What is love like?Why can't it be seen, touched, let alone obtained?

Since it is invisible, intangible, and inaccessible, then let it go, isn't that all right?Live well, can't you?

Before he could figure out these too complicated questions, the flooding river flooded his body, the tingling in his nasal cavity and the suffocation in his chest all took away his ability to think.

In an instant, all the messy thoughts disappeared, leaving only fear, overwhelming, surging, stormy waves of fear.

The little boy struggled violently, flapping his hands and feet, trying to call for help, but was deprived of more oxygen by the icy river water.His mother was dragging him into the abyss of death with her hands like iron tongs.

He was afraid, and this unprecedented sense of terror was like a knife piercing his heart, more like his soul was suddenly torn apart, so it was engraved in his memory forever and forever with incomparably great pain and despair.

At the last second of losing consciousness, the little boy thought in a daze: Love is about as painful as death, right?

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Jian Qiao had another nightmare, which lasted for decades.

When he woke up from the dream, his head was covered in cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Director, I have already sorted out the design drawings of the second group, please have a look." A well-dressed woman knocked on the office door and walked in, placing a stack of thick drawings on the table.

Jian Qiao picked up the top drawing and looked at it.This is a design drawing of an emerald necklace. The style is very novel, but the workmanship is somewhat difficult.

As the top jewelry designer, Jian Qiao quickly found out the problems and flaws.He flipped through the drawings one by one, his expression was very calm, and he didn't express any opinions.

As the leader of the second group, the woman was a little unsure of what he was thinking, so she showed an uneasy expression.When she opened her mouth and was about to ask, a haggard, thin woman rushed into the office, threw herself on Jian Qiao's desk, and swept away the stacked blueprints.

The leader of the second group quickly backed away a few steps, with no surprise on his expression.Another woman who was fascinated by Jian Qiao came to her door.Sin!

Thinking of this, the leader of the second group secretly raised his head, and quickly glanced at Jian Qiao.

From entering the door to submitting the map, this was the first time she looked at the director with a straight eye. Of course, the reason was not contempt or contempt, but that she didn't dare to look at it, because if she looked at it, she would be addicted.

Jian Qiao's skin was morbidly pale all the year round, and her dark eyes were covered with mist, as if she could swallow all light.He is handsome, but this beauty does not contain a trace of vitality, sunshine or clarity in it.

If I had to describe it, he was more like a flower in full bloom, with a scent that was about to rot in the sweetness.He is gorgeous, mysterious, fascinating, but also gloomy, decadent, and even dying.

Sometimes, the team leader of the second group even felt that the man sitting in front of him was not real, but a cloud of mist that could dissipate with a wave of his hand.

While thinking wildly, the woman threw herself on the desk and said mournfully, "Jian Qiao, do you know that I am dying! Marry me, please!"

She reached out and tried to grab Jian Qiao's tie, but was dragged away by the secretary who arrived later.

Jian Qiao sat motionless on the chair, quietly watching this scene, her dark eyes were still filled with thick fog, and she showed no emotional reaction at all.He has heard many such pleadings of pain, and he has seen many such desperate faces.

"Stop making trouble! Mr. Jane has nothing to do with you. Why should he marry you? Mr. Jane pays for your cancer treatment. Don't push yourself!"

The secretary was really angry, so his tone was extra harsh.

This woman just spent the night alone with Jian Qiao.To be more precise, Jian Qiao sat on the sofa and listened quietly to the woman's nagging all night, and the next morning, he paid the woman a very generous reward to compensate for the dry mouth all night.

Nothing happened between the two.Jian Qiao, who suffers from insomnia all the year round, needs to be accompanied when night falls, or to listen to some meaningless words.Only in this way can he drive away those nightmares that follow him everywhere.

Whether it's a man or a woman, as long as she can whisper all night without letting death and loneliness fall, Jian Qiao welcomes them all.And these actions of his caused misunderstanding and speculation from the outside world, so he was labeled as a "scumbag".

The woman once accompanied Jian Qiao for one night, but she obviously didn't know what "boundary" meant.From pursuing to chasing to crazy entanglement, the woman's behavior is escalating step by step, and then completely out of control.

Half a month ago, the woman called and said that she had cancer, and begged Jian Qiao to marry her because of her limited time.

Even though Jian Qiaodang paid the woman 50 yuan for treatment, the request for marriage was naturally ignored by him.

The secretary once reminded him to verify the authenticity of the matter before giving the money, but Jian Qiao said lightly: "Life is very important, give it to her."

Life is very important, so we must live well. This is the idea that Jian Qiao has always believed in.

To keep a woman alive, only 50 is really not much for him.

But his kindness did not bring good results.The woman took out a dagger from her bag, severely cut the secretary's arm, and stabbed Jian Qiao's heart like crazy.

The severe pain penetrated Jian Qiao's body, and made his misty eyes show surprise for the first time.He held the woman's constantly thrusting wrist, and asked hoarsely, "Why?"

He didn't understand why a woman would kill herself.

"Because I love you, even if it's death, I'll take you away with me! We will never be separated." The woman smiled nervously, her joyful expression filled with incomparable satisfaction.

Love?Is it because of love again?

So, is love destroyed if it is not obtained?

Jian Qiao lowered her head, looked at her blood-stained chest, and smiled for the first time.

The nightmare from many years ago finally surfaced from the deep river bottom, grabbed his ankles, and dragged him into the dark abyss that he had been waiting for for a long time.The mist in his eyes finally cleared, but there was still no light inside, because death had taken away all the light.

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"My lord, you finally woke up! That's great, the city of De Solette is saved!"

As soon as she opened her eyes, such words came from Jian Qiao's ears.

He covered his chest and slowly sat up, only to find that the speaker was standing beside his bed, with tears in his eyes, looking extremely frightened.The other party has red hair and deep eye sockets, obviously looks like a European and American, and after careful reflection, he also spoke English, not Chinese.

Jian Qiao pressed his heart hard and felt the slight tingling, which showed that he was indeed still alive.

The man standing by the bed held his slender wrist, and tried to comfort him: "My lord, please stop torturing yourself, your parents have already gone to heaven and will never come back again. The most important thing you should do now is It is to live well! Your people need you; your city-state needs you; your servants need you too! Please break free from the shackles of despair and be happy!"

Men spoke Old English, with very different grammatical structures and word choices from Modern English.

As a modern person, Jian Qiao should not be able to understand these words, but miraculously, he can understand the meaning of them as if he understands his mother tongue.

He immediately looked at a glass screen placed opposite the bed, and from the blurry silhouette, he saw a young man who was half leaning on the pillow, as pale, thin, and gloomy as himself, but with deeper and more beautiful facial features.

The former Jane Qiao died, but now, he seems to have come back to life as another person in another time and space.

Realizing this, Jian Qiao slowly lowered the hand covering her chest, and instead supported her forehead and sighed.

His sigh was deep, exhausted, but also rejoicing.

In any case, for him, it is good to continue to live, even if he will face those never-ending nightmares again, and will be dragged into the abyss by some sudden disaster again...