money worship

Jingtang's parents died at the end of March, which is the time when the peach blossoms in Licheng are at their best.The Jing family owns a construction company, which undertakes some small construction projects. At the end of last winter, due to poor management, the funds were broken, and the millions of holes could not be filled. The wages of the workers could not be paid, and they were in arrears for several months.In the end, the patience of the workers was exhausted, and they came to the door directly to block people and ask for money. Jingtang's parents had to come out to deal with it.As they talked, the workers became more and more agitated, and someone pushed them from behind, causing them to fall down the stairs.There were hundreds of people blocking the corridor, and when someone fell down, they panicked, and the scene became more and more chaotic, and finally turned into a stampede, resulting in five deaths and fourteen injuries.

Among the five people who died, there were Jingtang's parents.

During that time, people from the Jing family came to make trouble every day. Jing Tang's parents were afraid that he would be affected, so they let him temporarily live in Yan Cheng's house.They told Jing Tang that they would come to pick him up when the wages they owed were paid and the situation had almost subsided.

At that time, no one thought that things would develop to such a point.

Later, because of the police investigation and the workers' debt collection, the funeral of Jingtang's parents has been delayed.It wasn't until a few days ago that Yan Cheng finally freed up a living cash in his hand and helped Jing Tang advance 200 million yuan to pay wages, and the workers' grievances subsided a little.So Jing Tang took advantage of this gap to organize her parents' funeral.

Since the death of her parents, Jing Tang has only cried once, and that was on Yan Cheng's bed.Jing Tang didn't cry when she saw her parents' bodies, and when the funeral was held today.The departure of a loved one was too sudden, which made him feel unreal. He always felt that this might be a nightmare, and he could wake up as long as the alarm clock woke him up.

But just now, when Yan Cheng said the phrase "Eating too fast is not good for digestion", he suddenly burst into tears.Because at this moment he truly realized that the parents who cared about him so much were really gone.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yan Cheng took out a few tissues and handed them to the crying Jing Tang, "I'm not at all like your father."

Yan Cheng and Jing Tang's father, Jing Yue, are indeed two completely different people.Jing Yue is very gentle, as if he has no temper, and always has a faint smile on his face.As far as Cheng is concerned, although he has a lot of fun in his private life, he usually has a sense of alienation when dealing with people. To put it bluntly, he is not easy to get close to.

"That's not what I meant...it's not that you look like my dad." Jing Tang was still crying, and even hiccupped, "I just wanted to say that you care about me like my dad..."

"I advise you not to think so." Yan Cheng said lightly, "We just slept an hour and a half ago."

He put down his chopsticks and stood up: "Let's put it away after eating, someone will come to clean the house tonight." Then he went into the study.

Jingtang turned her head to look at Yan Cheng's back, then looked at the rice in her bowl spoiled by tears, lowered her head and thought: Is he angry?

Jing Tang poured out the rice in the bowl, replaced it with a new bowl, and sat at the dining table silently to eat.This time he ate a little slower, thinking about his thoughts while eating, and almost ate up all the food on the table without knowing it.

After eating, he touched his bulging belly, stretched his head and glanced at Yan Cheng's bowl across the table.Yan Cheng only served a bowl of rice, and he didn't even finish this bowl, there was a little bit left, and he didn't seem to eat much.

Jing Tang couldn't figure out why Yan Cheng ate so little, but was so much stronger than him, and could easily pin him down on the bed for a long time.

The light in the study room was on, the door was ajar, and Yan Cheng was working inside, staring at the laptop intently.Jing Tang took a peek from the outside and didn't bother him. She went back to the master bedroom alone, threw herself on the double bed between him and Yan Cheng, and rolled on it for seven or eight rounds.

In the past, he used to sleep on a single bed by himself, and felt that he couldn't let go of all kinds of pretentiousness on the bed. The double bed was very suitable for him, spacious enough, and more suitable for letting himself go.

Jing Tang had nothing else to do, after rolling on the bed, she began to dance again, stomping on the mattress incessantly, until she was exhausted from jumping, and then she fell back on the bed.

He has to find something to do, and he has to be tired, otherwise, he will constantly recall the pale faces of his parents who have lost their blood.

The double bed was very soft, Jing Tang curled herself into a ball and nestled on it for a while, and soon fell asleep.

When Yan Cheng finished his work and went back to the bedroom, he found that Jing Tang was fast asleep.He turned off the headlights, went to turn on the desk lamp, and sat down gently by the bed.

He reached out to touch Jingtang's face, and his fingertips were stained with water.

No matter how I sleep, I cry.

Yan Cheng sighed silently, and moved Jing Tang's body which occupied most of the bed to the side, so that he could have a place to lie down after taking a shower later.

As a result, when Yan Cheng came out of the shower, Jing Tang woke up and was sitting cross-legged on the bed in a daze.

While wiping his hair with a dry towel, Yan Cheng asked casually, "Don't sleep anymore?"

Jingtang raised her tear-stained face and stared blankly at the man in front of her: "Uncle Yan, can you give me a hug?"

Seeing that Jing Tang had just cried, Yan Cheng didn't mind that he used the wrong address again, put the towel on his shoulders, sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

"Xiaotang, what's wrong?"

Jing Tang wrapped her arms tightly around Yan Cheng's waist, buried her head in his chest, and said to herself: "I just had a dream. I dreamed of you, me, Yan Jue, and my parents. "

"I dreamed that when we met for the first time, I was only five years old. I was so short that I reached my dad's waist. No matter how hard I tried to stand on tiptoe, I couldn't see your face clearly. Then I went to pull Your hand, I want you to hug me."

"You touched my head, said 'Nanny is so good', and hugged me."

"I like being hugged by adults very much, so I just clung to your arms and refused to come down. Yanjue was also angry, angry that I occupied his father, stood on the ground and kept pulling my clothes with his hands, almost pulling my new clothes It's broken. Because of this, he didn't play with me for three days."

Speaking of this, Jing Tang suddenly laughed: "It seems that there is no difference between now and before."

He occupied Yan Jue's father again, and ran away from home in anger.

Yan Cheng actually didn't like to hear Jing Tang say these things, just like he didn't like Jing Tang calling him "Uncle Yan" again.The words Jing Tang said, and every call to him, was no different from reminding him that he had slept with his good friend's son.

Except for the first time when he wasn't sober, every time he slept with Jing Tang afterwards, he would feel a subtle sense of guilt and absurdity.

He hated the absurdity.I hate the person who pushed my friend and his wife down the stairs, I hate the incompetent policeman who couldn't find the murderer, I hate the fund hole that couldn't be filled, I hate Jing Tang who plotted against him and threatened him, I hate the tears Jing Tang shed on his bed, I hate this The broken home, hated to succumb to the absurd self.

His submission was actually only because he had lust for Jing Tang.

"It will be resolved." Yan Cheng lowered his head, kissed Jingtang's ear, and murmured in a low voice, not knowing whether he was lying to Jingtang or himself, "Your problem, mine, will be solved .”

"Yes..." Jing Tang raised her head, leaned forward and kissed Yan Cheng.

Yan Cheng held down Jingtang's lower back, and pushed him deeper into his arms.After rubbing her lips, she pried open Jingtang's teeth to tease the soft tip of her tongue.

Once again, Jing Tang was controlled by the rhythm, and was pushed down on the bed by Yan Cheng before she knew it, her body sank into the quilt, she subconsciously raised her legs, and hooked Yan Cheng's thin waist.

Just when the two were about to go further, Yan Cheng's cell phone rang suddenly.He suddenly came to his senses and let go of Jingtang.

"Let's not do it today, you have to go out tomorrow." Yan Cheng said.

"Oh, I see..." Jingtang muttered, wrapping herself in the blanket.

Yan Cheng took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his changed suit, and saw that a text message was received on the lock screen——

Ruan Lian: Brother Cheng, I miss you.

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