money worship

Ruan Lian came out after changing clothes slowly, and saw Yan Cheng sitting motionless on the edge of the bed, like a lifeless stone statue.

He found that Yan Cheng seemed to be in a bad mood today, maybe he was worrying about his childish spouse, or maybe he was worrying about something else, in short, it wasn't about him.

I originally thought that Yan Cheng was willing to rescue him because he had some affection for him, but now it seems that the few months when he and Yan Cheng maintained a physical relationship were nothing more than a dream, and he was the only one obsessed with it It's just a dream.

The little obsession left in my heart should have been let go long ago.

"I made an appointment with that person just now." Ruan Lian stood far behind Yan Cheng, and said slowly, "I don't know people well, and I caused you trouble on the spur of the moment. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Yan Cheng said, "You can go."

Ruan Lian slightly bent towards him, bowed, thanked Yan Cheng for his rescue, then silently took the clothes she changed, and left the room.

After the soft "click" sound of the door closing, Yan Cheng lost his strength and fell back on the bed, his eyes lightly closed.

In fact, he was already very tired, from body to mind.

Ruan Lian's appearance made Yan Cheng recall some of his past life.He didn't know if he had lived a chic life before, but at least it was easy—maintaining physical relationships with people he didn't know well, doing all the intimate things except talking about love.He's already stressed enough about raising an awkward child without a mother, and juggling a hectic job, that he doesn't want to get involved with anyone.

It is very troublesome to talk about love, whether it is to be liked by someone or to like someone.He no longer has the strength to toss and toss like he did when he was young, he just wants to be safe.

So gradually, the more I live, the more closed I am.

Sometimes Yan Cheng even felt that if his 20-year-old self saw his current appearance, he might laugh at him with disdain.

As early as Ming Yue's death, Yan Cheng had set up his future life: he should raise Yan Jue well, don't fall in love with anyone anymore, it's good to live alone.

He lived seriously according to this plan, tried his best to be a good father, did not remarry, and lived alone for more than ten years.I thought that I would live like this from now on, but I never thought that I would suddenly jump out of Jingtang.

The child had been squeezed into his life unreasonably.

Since then, he has had a wife who is 20 years younger than him, and she is a child he has watched grow up all the way.

Yan Cheng has lived for more than 40 years, and has all kinds of experience, but he has no experience of being a husband and wife with such a child.It was weird and fresh, and it made him forget to set up his defenses for a while, and just jumped into a big fire pit like this.

Emotion was not what he wanted, but he was still emotional in the end.

Up to now, he and Jingtang have not told each other who owes whom more, it is really a big mess.

However, as long as one person voluntarily chooses to leave, no matter how bad the debt is, it can be written off.

Yan Cheng raised his arms to cover his eyes.But even if he closed his eyes and blocked the light, the scene of Jingtang reaching out to hug Jin Muhuai was still in front of his eyes, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Immediately, a write-off.

Jing Tang drove the car with the smashed rear windshield, and carefully turned into the slightly cramped road.

The day before Yan Cheng left, he told Yan Cheng coquettishly that he wanted to go for a drive by himself, so Yan Cheng gave him the spare car key of the silver Mercedes, and it turned out to be very useful now.

Jing Tang knew how to drive, but after living with Yan Cheng, Yan Cheng always drove. His own car had been sold long ago, and he hadn't driven a car for a few months, so it was inevitable that he was a little novice. So drive with extreme caution.

The reason why Xiong Jiayin was dismissed and drove away by himself was because Jing Tang guessed that Xiong Jiayin might take him to the hospital.This is of course a well-intentioned move, but not yet.

He wants to go to a place to see first.

At noon, the intersection here was very congested. After waiting for a long time, Jing Tang finally drove over, found a place to park, then put the sweater hat on her head, opened the door and got off.

In front of him was a long blue fence, and in the middle of the fence was a building that was still under construction. A small door was opened somewhere in the fence for workers to enter and exit.

It's lunch time now, and Jing Tang stood near the small gate of the fence for a while under the scorching sun, and sure enough, he found the person he was looking for—the person who knocked on his window when he was taking a taxi yesterday. A worker named He Qifeng.

"...Master Jing?" When He Qifeng came out of the door, he immediately noticed Jingtang's figure, trotted over, and said with a smile, "I knew it, you won't leave us alone."

Hundreds of migrant workers, including He Qifeng, used to contract with Jingtang's parent company for projects.When Jing Tang was a child, when he was carried by his father to visit the construction site, he had seen this vicissitudes-faced person several times.

Later, because of the arrears of wages, some conflicts arose among this group of migrant workers, and their opinions were not the same.Most of the people were anxious for money, so they wanted to plan an action to ask for wages to put pressure on Jingtang's parents. These people were also involved in the stampede.The other small group of people are kind people like He Qifeng. Of course, they also want to get the money back, but their attitude is relatively mild, and they don't approve of calling for money.

Jing Tang had been afraid to meet those radical workers before, because she was afraid of being scolded and beaten, but she was afraid to see He Qifeng and others because she was really sorry.

If it wasn't because someone pushed him in the crowd and smashed the car window today, Jing Tang might still not want to see He Qifeng.He had a hunch that the person who did these things today might be the same person who pushed his parents.

His own life or death is not important, but he really wants to know who caused his parents to be trampled underfoot by so many people and trampled to death alive.

He Qifeng might know something.

Still afraid to look into He Qifeng's eyes, Jing Tang raised her hand uncomfortably, pulled down the brim of her hat a little, and then said in a low voice, "...Uncle He, I have something to ask you about today."

He Qifeng said: "You ask, you ask."

"Are those of your former workers also working on this construction site now?" Jing Tang asked.

"Yes, most of them are there." He Qifeng thought for a while, and then said, "There are about four or five people, and they went back to their hometown in the first two months."

People who have returned to their hometown are not among Jing Tang's suspects.He continued to ask: "Then... among the people who stayed in Licheng, is there anyone who has frequently asked for leave or absented from work recently?"

The man who followed him and moved his feet must have been someone who was not on the construction site during the day.

"I'll think about it..." He Qifeng pondered for a moment, then said, "There are not many people who frequently ask for leave or absent from work, but there is one person who resigned suddenly."

Jingtang frowned, raised her face slightly: "...why didn't you do it?"

"He didn't go into details, but he said that he has something very important to do." He Qifeng said, "By the way, his name is Pan Song. Are you looking for him, or I'll give you his cell phone number."

"Thank you, Uncle He." Jing Tang saved her phone number, and then said, "I'm leaving today. The money... I will find a way to give you guys in the near future, sorry."

Now that she has obtained the desired information, Jing Tang does not intend to stay here any longer.Whether it's the sound of hammers hitting the wall, the screeching of drilling machines making holes, or the whispers of workers eating lunch, they are all pulling his nerves crazily.

He really couldn't stay in this place for a minute longer.

However, just as he turned around, Jing Tang was grabbed by a rough hand by the arm.Immediately afterwards, a woman in shabby work clothes suddenly knelt down in front of him.

"Master Jing—" she begged choked up with her voice hoarse from the scorching sun, "my girl is seriously ill, and I have no money to treat her! Please, please..."

The woman's hand was so strong that Jingtang couldn't get away for a while, and in fact, he really didn't have the strength to break free from her.

What he feared most had finally come.

Jingtang felt a little stuffy, she was already trying to breathe, but she just couldn't breathe.

And this is far from over.

The woman yelled very loudly, and the "Master Jing" was also heard by other workers who were eating.After hearing this, many workers hurriedly put down the lunch boxes in their hands and ran to the source of the sound in a hurry.

Unknowingly, there were more and more people, and Jing Tang, who was standing still, was surrounded by layers of crowds in the middle.Suddenly, many voices came to my ears, some angrily scolded him for being useless for not being able to hide and meet people, some cried and begged him like the woman just now.

And he, just to distinguish these voices with different emotions, has almost exhausted all his energy.

Can't move.

Jingtang wanted to escape, but there was no way for him to escape.But standing here, he didn't know what he could say.Guaranteed?But they should all be tired of hearing his promises, and if they can't come up with money, everything is in vain.

How to do how to do.

It seemed that his tinnitus had begun, and the noisy human voices mixed together, buzzing in his ears, making him gradually unable to hear clearly.The moving human head in front of him blocked his sight, and he couldn't see the front, the road.

Otherwise, it's better to die, it's better for him to die, at least he can let those people he owes shout happily and die well.

Jing Tang was trapped in the crowd, some people saw him dumbfounded and unresponsive, so they began to push him.

He was pushed and shoved, but he didn't resist, like a deflated ball, even lost the ability to bounce, and could only be manipulated by others.

At this moment, only those three words flashed in his mind over and over again.

--go to hell.