Forces of Temptation

Without disturbing Li Yinhang who was on the bed, the two of them got into the bed again wrapped in the cold air.

With the help of Jiang Fang, Nan Zhou's body slowly recovered.

However, he was not in a good mood.

He was thinking about Xie Xiangyu's words.

Before, he didn't think about this problem very seriously.

Xie Xiangyu made him have to think about it.

What if... Brother Fang and Yinhang know their identities.

Will they care.

Nan Zhou turned over.

He doesn't like to hide.

Before, he felt that there was no need to say it.

Now, he admits he cares a little bit.

It's just about his own matter, Nan Zhou didn't know how to open his mouth, and he didn't know how to say it.

In the darkness, Jiang Fang had been watching Nan Zhou's back.

Nan Zhou was obviously unhappy.

Jiang Fang could probably guess the reason.

After a long and gentle gaze, Jiang Fang silently took a few deep breaths, and raised his hand after he had done enough mental construction.

—He loosened the clasp of his choker.

The choker slid down his streamlined shoulders and neck onto the pillow, and the silver chain made a crackling sound, attracting Nanzhou's attention.

Nan Zhou leaned over slightly: "Aren't you asleep yet?"

Jiang Fang gave a low laugh.

Nan Zhou: "...Ah. Me too."

Jiang Fang moved closer, and his warm breath touched the side of his neck.

He smiled and said, "If you can't fall asleep, let me tell you a bedtime story."

Nan Zhou turned over: "Well. You..."

He suddenly realized that Jiang Fang's choker was no longer in its original position.

The faint moonlight outside the window sprinkled over Jiang Fang's body, highlighting the graceful lines and white luster of his neck particularly vividly.

Perfect.

But on top of that perfection, there are a few black hazes.

Jiang Fang didn't seem to understand the question in Nan Zhou's eyes, and started his story on his own:

"Do you know why I'm called Jiang Fang?"

Nan Zhou curiously wanted to touch her, but Jiang Fang stopped her wrist halfway.

"...Jiang is my mother's last name. My father's name is Cruzmontoloka."

As he spoke, Jiang Fang pulled his wrist and guided him to place his index finger on the haze around his neck.

Jiang Fang's half-closed eyes trembled slightly, and his other hand was clenched hot.

He suppressed the shame in his heart and the strong urge to cover up his imperfections, and showed him the side of his neck completely, allowing Nan Zhou to stroke the tattoo on the side of his neck curiously with his fingertips.

Jiang Fang tried his best to calm down, and said softly, "His initials are like this."

—K&M.

Nan Zhou used his fingertips to feel the tattoo on his neck and the light red scar under the tattoo.

The skin under the fingertips was warm and soft, but only the skin there, because of the scars, felt tight and astringent.

Jiang Fang said softly, "He has been dead for many years."

Nan Zhou pressed his tattoo and rubbed it lightly, trying to relieve him of the strange tension: "You engraved your name here, do you love him very much?"

Jiang Fang: "Yes, I love him very much."

"...But, my little love is no match for my mother."

……

Jiang Fang's childhood was very happy.

He has long forgotten his father's occupation, because in his limited memory, his father is so omnipotent.

The family lives next to a small church in the Kiev region.

My father had no particular religious beliefs.

His only belief is his family.

His father took him to the World Stamp Exhibition and taught him to ask the usher about the history of the old stamp he was interested in in simple German.

The father would pick up Jiang Fang from the elementary school after get off work, and after the father and son shared a Kiev meatloaf on the street, Lagou didn't tell his mother, and then went home holding hands.

His father liked ice hockey, and when his mother refused to buy him a ticket, he would hug his mother's arm and act like a child.

In Jiang Fang's impression, his father was a rich, vivid and energetic Ukrainian youth.

He is gentle, hearty and always likes to laugh.

In contrast, Jiang Fang's childhood impression of his mother was very simple.

He just remembered that she was beautiful.

It is the kind of beauty that everyone praises.

Also, she loves her father very, very much.

When Jiang Fang was a child, he felt that this was a great thing.

On the morning of Valentine's Day one year, my mother was angry because she didn't hear my father's "Happy Valentine's Day" for a long time, and deliberately made the dishes loud.

Mr. Cruz, who originally wanted to keep the confession at night, proposed a date, but was rejected by his angry mother.

The youngest son had just finished his cereal when Mr. Crutz came out of the kitchen.

He raised his head and asked in Ukrainian like a little adult: "Is our angel angry?"

Mr. Crutz: "It seems so."

The youngest son said: "100 hryvnia. I'll help you get the angel back."

Mr. Cruz laughed: "Oh, what did I hear? It couldn't be a better deal."

Little Mr. Lodoka, Jiang Fang, who was only eight years old, patted his waist, turned and went back to the room, quickly changed into a small suit, took a rose, and walked into the kitchen gracefully.

"Young beauty." He said loudly, "Please buy this flower in my hand."

Ms. Jiang turned around and saw her son dressed like this, she couldn't help but smile: "Sir, please tell me, why did I buy this flower?"

Jiang Fang said seriously, "I can get the money and give it to my father, so that he can take you out on a date."

His mother patted his head with a smile, and looked up at Mr. Cruz standing behind him, full of smiles, with a touching blush on his cheeks.

Jiang Fang had seen the best love in the world in her eyes.

Therefore, since he was very young, he has thought about how to treat him and how to make him happy every day if he has a lover in the future.

This kind of pronoun for lover was also taught to him by his father.

His father told him that love with any gender is a gift from God of Love.

For gifts, it is necessary to show them boldly and praise them generously, so as to live up to them.

Jiang Fang's longing for this gift ended at the age of 12.

It should have been a pleasant summer parent-child mountaineering activity.

A sudden storm destroyed it.

Mr. Cruz, who noticed the change in the sky, noticed the abnormality in advance when he was about to reach the top of the mountain.

The experienced former president of the mountaineering club hurriedly took his son down the mountain from the most convenient mountaineering trail he was familiar with.

He was worried that the rain would be heavy and they wouldn't be able to get home tonight, and his wife, who had never been home alone overnight after marriage, would be worried.

But Mr Cruz's forecast for the weather has gone terribly wrong.

Halfway through, they happened to bump into the pouring rain.

While encouraging Xiao Jiangfang, who was depressed because he failed to climb to the summit, he used most of his rain gear to shield him from the wind and rain, and went all the way down the wet mountain road.

Perhaps because he cared too much about his son, Mr. Cruz, who was walking on the side of the abyss, stepped on a mess of wet mud and slipped on the soles of his feet.

He hurriedly stepped on a piece of land on the edge of the cliff.

However, after heavy rain erosion and perennial wind erosion, this piece of land has long been abnormally soft.

His body fell towards the bottom of the cliff uncontrollably!

Xiao Jiangfang's heart was suddenly empty, and he subconsciously grabbed his father's arm.

But he overestimated his strength too much.

Father and son fell into the deep valley together.

Jiang Fang's body was small, and the vines on the edge of the cliff saved his life.

But the clumps of vines could not save his father's body from the rapid fall.

Jiang Fang was hung about ten meters away from the top of the cliff, and his whole body hung in the air on the hundreds of feet high cliff.

His cheeks were scratched with blood, his arms and legs were bruised to varying degrees, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't move at all.

He didn't dare to move either.

Even if he moved just a little, the vines rooted in the rock would rustle down a large piece of soil, pouring it on his hair.

So, all he can do is wait.

Rescue teams arrived three days after the mother was reported missing.

Jiang Fang managed to survive the hellish 72 hours by eating plant roots, drinking muddy rainwater, and singing to himself.

The father's torn body was found from the bottom of the cliff a week later.

Mother almost fainted from crying.

She refused to go through any formalities and refused to admit that the lifeless body in front of her was her husband.

Eventually, screaming, she was dragged off for a shot of Valium.

Jiang Fang's tears almost dried up on the edge of the cliff.

So now he is just dazed, signing the corpse confirmation form tremblingly with bandaged hands.

But in the middle of the night, Jiang Fang was still crying when he was awakened by a strong anxiety, came to the bathroom, and saw his mother hanging in mid-air.

He rushed up and hugged his mother's feet, and lifted her up with all his strength.

Jiang Fang exhausted all his strength.

Because he still remembered that because he failed to hold his father, he lost his father.

Mother hit a knot.

Fortunately, Jiang Fang's rescue was successful this time.

The mother was lying on the ground in a daze, breathing very lightly, as if she wanted to suffocate herself to death.

Jiang Fang didn't dare to cry too loudly, but just knelt in front of his mother, covered the harsh rope scratches on her throat, twitched her shoulders, and let the tears fall on the floor drop by drop.

"Don't abandon me." He sobbed softly, "Mom, don't abandon me."

His mother's eyes were empty and she couldn't see him.He just mumbled his father's name.

Ms. Jiang, who lost her loved one, was taken out of her soul.

She was soon fired from the supermarket where she worked for prolonged and unreasonable absenteeism.

The family lost its only income.

But his father was a staunch life-styler before his death, he did not buy any insurance, and only had a passbook on hand.

——Jiang Fang's university funds.

These days, medical bills, as well as rescue money to hire a search and rescue team, can quickly squander the funds for the future.

Jiang Fang found out after calculation that his tuition fee was gone.

And, if there is no more income, they will not be able to survive this winter in Ukraine.

I can't go to school.

So, 12-year-old Jiang Fang decided to drop out of school, forged an identity certificate, and started his working career.

Jiang Fang thought that he would spend this most difficult time with his mother.

After my mother cheers up, I will definitely have a chance to go to school.

But Jiang Fang never imagined that mother's love is neither passionate nor eternal.

It's overflow, it's excess, it's never-ending burning.

Soon, she became obsessed with everything that could anesthetize herself.

Tobacco, alcohol, illegal drugs.

Jiang Fang was aware of his mother's depravity when he found that none of the money he took home had been deposited into the passbook.

At first, he seriously persuaded his mother.

At first, my mother was persuasive.

She cried bitterly, apologized to Jiang Fang, and kept telling her love for her father, saying that this kind of love would drive her crazy, and that she still couldn't believe that her father had left.

Jiang Fang was by her side, weeping with her.

As a result, this cycle does not end.

Mother is still repeating her life of alcoholism.

Bad life--painful confession--confessing her endless love--continues to wallow.

In the protracted cycle of reincarnation, Jiang Fang could no longer shed tears.

He learned to hide money.

But mother also learned to steal.

He learned to hide his money and not bring it home.

Mother, on the other hand, learned how to pay on credit, allowing debt collectors to come to her door, forcing Jiang Fang to take out her wallet.

Their life seems to be torturing each other, but they can't let go.

Jiang Fang was reluctant to let go of the warmth of childhood.

How could he not care when his father left and his mother became like this?

someday.

Because of his face and smile, Jiang Fang got a big tip and happily took it home, but kicked down a half-empty wine bottle as soon as he entered the door.

Dishes and vomit piled up in the sink.

The mother was leaning on the edge of the sofa, half awake, and her mind was in a mess.

Jiang Fang endured it, rolled up his sleeves, and walked to the sink.

However, smelling the strong smell of alcohol in the room, Jiang Fang finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He turned the faucet to the maximum and said to his mother, "Mom, forget about Daddy."

"I don't want you to be harmed by alcohol.... In this world, you not only have Dad, but also me."

"please."

There was no response from behind.

Jiang Fang lowered his head and continued to wash the dishes, wanting to give his mother enough time to think.

However, when he finished cleaning the dishes, wiped off the water droplets on his hands, and turned around, he was shocked to find——

His mother stood coldly behind him, holding a fruit knife with the juice from the overnight apples in her hand.

Mother is a beauty.

A beauty with disheveled hair is still a beauty.

However, that day's mother looked like a female ghost.

Her ear-piercing screams and the cold sharp edge on his neck successfully created Jiang Fang's countless nightmares in the years to come.

"Obviously you killed him, why do you want me to forget him?!"

"Have you forgotten about him?!"

"Remember it! Remember it!"

She pressed her son's head on the chopping board, grabbed his hair, and carved his father's initials on the side of his neck with a fruit knife.

As long as she leans a little bit, or strikes a little harder, maybe Jiang Fang won't have to see her like this again.

Jiang Fang quietly lay on the chopping board without any resistance, as if waiting for rescue on the cliff, waiting for his fate to come.

...Unfortunately, no.

The mother threw down the fruit knife stained with fresh blood, grabbed her hair tightly, and nervously ran and paced back and forth in the room.

Jiang Fang slowly got up, sat on the cold hard floor, pulled the kitchen paper, and wiped the blood-stained collarbone little by little.

Sure enough, he thought, it was useless.

About 10 minutes later, his mother came over with a cigarette in her mouth and led him out of the house for the first time.

In a shady corner of a nearby block, she found a Chinese tattoo shop without a business license.

She pushed Jiang Fang in who was still bleeding.

The guest's gloomy pretty face and the embarrassed child pushed in front of her startled the tattoo artist who was smoking.

He asked: "...guest, do you have any needs?"

Mother's hand holding the cigarette trembled badly.

Her bright red lips blew out snow-white smoke, covering her eyes with a layer of mist.

It seemed that she could completely block her sight in this way, and could not see the blood dripping on Jiang Fang's neck in front of her.

"He missed his dad so much."

"Make this name into a tattoo for him."

Because there is no license, there are not so many taboos and rules here, just do it for the money.

Seeing that Jiang Fang didn't express any objection, the tattoo artist didn't bother to ask any more questions.

"There's a lot of nerves on this side of the neck," he hinted. "It's going to hurt."

Seeing no response from the guests or children, he had to start preparing tools silently.

Jiang Fang was lying on the sterilized bed, and he didn't respond to the needle piercing his neck with a thin blade, as if he was very insensitive.

The tattoo artist praised him softly: "Brave boy."

Jiang Fang's long eyelashes blinked, and the whole person looked a little numb, like a beautiful doll: "Thank you."

That day happened to be Jiang Fang's 14th birthday.

A few days later, while serving dishes in a restaurant with his neck still in a bandage, he was spotted by the second owner of an underground casino.

After two weeks of special training, Jiang Fang stroked a pink heart-shaped tear in the corner of his eye, and fixedly looked at himself in the mirror.

The bunny girl is very satisfied with her work: "How about it, doesn't it look good?"

Jiang Fang turned around with a smile, the smile in his eyes was so sincere that it was a bit hypocritical: "It looks good. Thank you, sister."

After giving up the plan to redeem his mother with spirit, Jiang Fang thought, at least give her the best life.

He began to look for his own way of survival from the cracks.