Be good, bad boy

A lamp, looming.A person, lingering.

I always like to listen to the sound of cars on Chang'an Street, because this way I can feel at ease.Although I was born in a wealthy family, I hardly know what my father does. I occasionally hear him being called the chairman, but I only know that he sometimes plays with women in the presidential suite.And I have never seen my mother since I was born. When I was a little older, I only heard him say that my mother died. When I was still worrying about the delicacies in the house, I learned that my mother died. He refused to tell me how my mother died like this. I was not sensible at the time. As they said, my mother went to a beautiful place. She exists the same as us, but one is in the sky and the other is on the ground. .

"Are you fighting with others again?" He leaned on the chair in the principal's office and looked at me, who was doing nothing but stuffing my trouser pocket.

I was fiddling with the bangs in front of me with my left hand and didn't say a word, because I was used to it. The long hair covered the ears pierced with slow steel nails, and also covered the noise of the world and seemed to be isolated from the world.

To be honest, I wouldn't tell him how I grabbed someone's hair and slammed it against the wall, or kicked someone in the crotch, and then how that person groaned like a moan.Because I basically never talked to him.

For my punishment, the school gave me a home inspection. In fact, I have never been to school at all. The last time I caused an incident, I was kept at home for inspection. I don’t know what he said to the principal to avoid my expulsion. In this way, I thought that my third year of high school was spent at home as they said, so I started my brilliant life outside with the people I made friends in society.

The beautiful music permeates any place in the bar, full of mystery and darkness, and wraps each of us in it. Maybe this is the place everyone yearns for. I am at the side with my drinking friends Drinking wine, listening to very turbulent music, looking at the distance under the long steel pipes, playing hard with their bodies????

"Tong Yan, are you interested?" A person who often drank with me said, in fact, I didn't even know what his name was.

"No!" I stopped and looked at those people from a distance with the wine glass I was holding.

"Hehe" he yelled into the distance, "Hey! The little girl with her arms around her buttocks comes to brother.

At this time, the eyes from afar are all focused on us.

"Fuck! Don't come here if you're so fucking crazy." At this moment, the other person was hooking up with a girl who didn't know where he found her and playing with her. Seeing everyone gathered here, he suddenly became angry.

And I was sitting on a chair looking at them idly.They were all friends I made in society, I don't even know their names, just know that they are all active in school, only too active, and the result came out.

"Don't talk to him," I said, handing him the wine glass.

"I don't want women, could it be that you are G." The man who yelled at him sat aside and put his arms around Nizi and joked with me.

"G?" I was very puzzled.

"Oh! Forget it, I won't talk to you anymore, I paid for today's drink." He continued to clink glasses with me.

We were just starting to have fun when we saw a tall figure walking in front of us.My laughter stopped abruptly and turned into an indifferent expression.They also didn't feel very good, and slowly got up and left. I still wanted to sit on a chair drinking wine and look at him with a blank expression.

"Why are you still here? I told my mother several times that you are not allowed to come here, you???"

"So what? Compared to you, I'm still restrained enough." I picked up the wine glass playfully and touched it to the empty wine glass on the table.

"Crack!", I was kicked to the ground, I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol or something, I stood up and stared at him, he saw nothing and didn't want to pick up the bottle and hit my head

"bump!"

It was a dull sound.Blood slowly slipping down from my head????

Heh, I've gotten used to it, since I was born, he hit me like crazy, sometimes I really wonder if he is my father, no!He's a demon, a man smeared with evil.

I covered my aching head, pushed him away with difficulty and staggered outside.

"I tell you, if you dare to go home today, you don't want to come back." He stood still and shouted, kicking the table and chairs.

I was alone near the dark park, covering my bleeding head, cursing him, with a few tears in my eyes, I covered my mouth, beat the injured part with my hands, gritted my teeth, and looked at the blue veins. burst out.Maybe this pain can let me know that I still exist.

This is me, the so-called rich second generation, the me who lost her mother since childhood, and the me who despises myself.

"Damn, can you be reliable in doing things, you can't do this little thing well, a bunch of waste." Looking at the overturned plate, I roared forcefully to let them know my fear, hands on hips, my The glasses seem to stare bigger than a bull's eye before giving up.

"Yes, Master, we were wrong," the nanny said nervously.It seems to be the lowest level of feudal society.

"Don't call me young master, I'm not fucking young master" I walked up to her and said with my mouth almost pressed against her face.

"Get the fuck out of here, I made you and me angry early in the morning, hurry up and make breakfast, I'm going to be late and make fun of you." He walked away from the restaurant and went to the fitting room.

The servants hurriedly left the kitchen as if they were fleeing famine, fiddling with the food in the restaurant nervously.

He insisted on asking me to participate in a painting exhibition, and I agreed unconditionally, because I knew that as long as I said no, his fists and feet would greet me mercilessly.

A long white table and some nannies coming and going are setting up a breakfast we are used to.

Bread spread with premium butter, plus a fruit salad.Seeing the long table with yellow napkins hanging on the plate in the middle, 7 minutes of cooked beef plus a portion of white water is his breakfast, I walked slowly and dragged out the long chair and sat there casually. Looking at the food in front of him on the opposite side but showing a dismissive expression, that!What a discordant scene.

He tore a mouthful of beef, chewed it with relish, and drank his special water from time to time.

"You are so foolish, what do you want to do?" He raised his head and looked at me with a kind of evil eyes.

"I do not want to eat."

"what?"

"In no mood?????"

"Crack!" Before he finished speaking, he quickly took the cup next to me and threw it at me.

The water splashed all over my face, but I still sat there calmly.

"That's fine."

I finished with a smile and ignored him as he was about to leave.He suddenly slapped the table and stood up to catch up with me, and before I could react, he pinned me to the ground.He picked up the food on the table and forced it into my mouth. I could only shake my head on the ground. When he saw me resisting, he slapped me violently. After I stopped, he continued to rape me. Stuffed food.My nose was smeared by the food, my eyes were all over my face, but I still had no fear, no anger, and I became expressionless.Because I am used to this kind of torture.

"Are you my own?" After his perverted behavior, he threw me down with food on his face.

After hearing what he said, I slowly got up and wiped the things on my face, completely ignoring the surprised eyes of the nanny and housekeeper.

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He drove the car along the way, and I took the car under my strong request. Two vehicles of different grades drove to the same destination.At this time, I enjoyed the rare quietness in this car, reclining comfortably on the co-pilot and squinting at the journey.

"Just follow the black Mercedes in front, that's all."

The tall trees on both sides slowly become lower with the movement of the car, becoming green abysses and terraced fields, layer by layer is like hell, making people dare not imagine the height of 18 floors.Time goes by and the destination has arrived.

Looking around, there is nothing but the mountains here, that is, the huge and gorgeous commercial buildings in a development zone on the outskirts of the city. I can still see that it is a place for people to stay. The style of many stores, such as the words "You Shao Gallery", it is just not fully developed or not well decorated, people who come and go can't wait to board the panoramic elevator

"go!"

I don't know when he came down and walked in front of me, walked in front of me without looking at me coldly, I also expressed my indifference and followed him up and got on the elevator.

The waiter enthusiastically guided us.I turned my head to look at the scenery outside the elevator, and a gentle and professional voice came from behind

"This kind of elevator is a panoramic elevator, that is, when you sit on it, you are not behind a stainless steel door panel or mirror, but the scenery from a high place. Of course, you don't have to worry about falling down. The glass panel of this kind of elevator is made of the most advanced bulletproof glass. It is very solid. Alright! The 7th floor is here, please get ready to go out, thank you for your visit!" fluent and elegant language but I have no time to patronize.

When I got there, I didn't look too much at something, but I just felt that this place was very big, as big as my living room.

The white walls are covered with picture scrolls. There are many people here, but I can’t hear the noise. The empty space is also filled with paintings, so I don’t feel so lonely. Follow him to the exhibition area and look at this huge There are sculpture art works lined up in the place, and people are full of praise when they look at it, but I am not in the mood to bow my head, hoping that time will pass quickly.Because I don't want to stay here any longer.

But what makes me very strange is that every piece of work in the painting hall, no matter whether it is a sketch, a color, or a print or oil painting, always has his name engraved on the author of the work: Yuchi Youshao.