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Three days later, Xuan Zhao boarded the plane back home.

When he went there, he brought two huge suitcases full of various seasonings, dry goods and herbs, but when he came back, he was alone, with nothing but a backpack and a walking stick.

Uncle Gong personally picked him up at the airport, and a thin figure walked out slowly from the passageway, his steps were unsteady, his left foot seemed to be being dragged forward, as if he couldn't use any strength.

Uncle Gong was very anxious, and took Xuan Zhao's package to ask questions, asked if his leg hurts, and asked if that brat bullied you.

Xuan Zhao smiled and shook his head, saying no, everything is fine.

He has barely closed his eyes for the past three days, and now his eye sockets are sunken, his hair is messy, his lips are blue, and his face is an abnormal gray.

Tears welled up in Uncle Gong's old and muddy eyes, and he turned his back and said, "You child, why are you tossing yourself so much?"

Xuan Zhao's nose soured, Uncle Gong was so old, but he still made Uncle Gong worry about him everywhere, what did he do?

"Uncle, I'm really fine," Xuan Zhao grabbed Uncle Gong's shoulders, "Don't worry."

"The driver is waiting outside, go straight to the hospital," Uncle Gong said, "Don't say no."

"Okay, listen to you, go to the hospital." Xuanzhao then lowered his eyes, and whispered after a while, "Uncle, can you take me somewhere first?"

Harbor City Cemetery.

After a round of setting sun hung low over the distant hills, the light golden afterglow shrouded the rows of stone monuments.

Xuan Zhao knelt in front of a marble tombstone, and was silent for a long time. With his hands on the ground, he leaned down and kowtowed heavily.

"Grandpa, I'm not filial," Xuan Zhao said in a low voice while staring at the black and white photo on the stele, "I'm in love with that woman's son."

There is silence in the cemetery, only the wind blowing past the ear echoes the whisper of Xuan Zhao.

"I've been thinking about what would have happened if you hadn't left. You are so powerful, you must have a way to punish them. You won't let my mother live in a daze for so many years, and you won't let me be bullied at school." Xuan Zhao suddenly choked up. After a while, he took a deep breath and continued, "I often dreamed of you when I was young, but it was strange. When you were alive, you always wanted me to be strong and not to shed tears easily. People in the Xuan family, regardless of gender, are not delicate. Weak. But in the dream, you said Xiaozhao, don’t hold back when you are wronged, just shed tears. Don’t laugh at me, every time I wake up, my pillow towel is wet.”

After Xuan Boyuan's funeral, Xuan Zhao never cried again.No matter how painful his rehabilitation was, he gritted his teeth and carried it off; his classmates said he was a cripple without a father and no mother, so he kept a straight face and kept silent; Went to school with a knife and cut their basketball badly.

He always remembered that his grandfather had told him that members of the Xuan family don't shed tears easily, but in countless dreams, his grandfather told him to cry, Xiao Zhao, just cry when he was wronged.

"Maybe the tears were all drained in my dream." Xuan Zhao smiled with lowered eyes, "I also forgot when you stopped coming to see me. When you were young, you told me "Liao Zhai". After telling a story, I have to add that the ghosts and gods are all false. It is more important than anything else to do a good job in front of me. I have been influenced by you and have never believed in gods and ghosts. You must tell me about this matter. I’m going to scold me again, you haven’t come to see me in my dreams, I miss you very much, so I searched online, why didn’t you suddenly give dreams to your relatives after someone died, the Internet said it was because you were reincarnated, you have to go Your next life is over."

Xuan Zhao paused, and his voice trembled when he spoke again.

"Grandpa, why didn't you come? Don't you want Xiao Zhao? I'm actually very scared, every day."

Unaccompanied by parents, physically disabled, overly handsome, thin, rich, outstanding grades, and well cared for by teachers, all these qualities appeared in Xuan Zhao at the same time, and he became the most "favored" by campus bullies Object.Xuan Zhao went to the best private schools since he was a child, and his classmates would not fight him blatantly. The humiliation and bullying were not obvious, but they were everywhere.

Called on the people in the grade to isolate him, sprinkled chalk dust into his pencil case, whistled around him when he went to the toilet, recommended him to participate in the recitation competition with the theme of "My Father", covered his walking stick Get on the broom and read aloud the love letter the girl wrote to him.

Xuan Zhao always treats these petty actions with cold eyes, as if he really has a maturity and disposition beyond his age, as if he doesn't pay attention to the childish and stupid behavior of these people at all.

However, the fact is that every night, Xiao Xuanzhao repeatedly checks whether the doors and windows of the room are locked, and even nervously checks to see if there is anyone hiding in the closet, under the bed, or behind the door of the bathroom; Holding a jackknife, even in hot weather, he has to wrap himself tightly from head to toe, even if only his feet are exposed from the quilt, he will feel unsafe.

After realizing his abnormality, Uncle Gong asked the doctor to give him a special tranquilizer with very low side effects, and Xuan Zhao had to rely on the medicine to fall asleep.

However, no one knew that Xuan Zhao didn't simply have poor sleep, but that he was too scared.Every roll of the eyes and every insult he encountered during the day all opened his bloody mouth at night, clamoring to swallow Xiao Xuanzhao.I used to be accompanied by my grandpa in my dreams, but when it started, even my grandpa didn't come.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, I'm stupid, I'm worthless, I always want to rely on you, I always want to think about what you would do if you were still alive, I even wonder why my surname is Xuan, why is it me? "Xuan Zhao's chest rose and fell, and he hunched over, as if even the strength to straighten his body had been taken away from his body.

Why is it him?

From that rainy night when he was seven years old, he was no longer him. He was the heir of the Xuan family, the grandson of Xuan Boyuan, and the son of Xuanyu. He carried the whole family on his shoulders.

For 17 years, Xuanzhao experienced countless sleepless nights and tossing and turning. Like an outsider, he observed the lives of his peers indifferently but carefully.

He knows that elementary school students like to play cards and play marbles, and girls can dance a rubber band called "Little Ball, Uphill Tour"; The girls were lying in the corridor discussing the seniors in the high school; he knew that the boys in high school were full of energy and stayed up late reading fantasy novels, while the girls studied harder and occasionally hid a youth romance novel in the drawer to share with each other. Circulate.

He knows all these things, but he has never done any of them.

He has to learn too many things, he has to learn to manage accounts, learn to remember which of his grandfather's old subordinates can still be used, and learn how to manage the assets left by his grandfather. In the same period of timeline , the imprints left by others in their growth are colorful, and Xuanzhao's imprint is the bloody two words-revenge.

Occasionally, Xuanzhao will not be able to keep going, he will think why it is me, why I can't live a normal, ordinary life.

"I wanted to avenge you, but I used the wrong method. Now...I, I..." Xuanzhao's eyes suddenly blurred, "Grandpa, can you help me, tell me what else I can do, what am I going to do?" How can I be happy, what else should I do?"

The wind blows through the mountains and forests, blowing the leaves and making a subtle rustling sound.

Xuanzhao looked at the black-and-white photo on the stele, the old man looked serious, but his eyes were extremely gentle and loving.

The voice that had disappeared in the dream for a long time finally sounded again——

"Xiao Zhao, don't be afraid to cry when you are wronged, just cry, come to grandpa."

Xuan Zhao couldn't hold back any longer, and slowly raised his hand to cover his eyes, then let out a low sob from his throat, and then suddenly burst into tears.

It was already dark when he staggered down the hill.

Uncle Gong, who was waiting by the stone steps down the mountain, saw him coming down from a distance, and was suddenly taken aback.

Xuan Zhao walked down the mountain empty-handed. He didn't have a walking stick? !

Uncle Gong couldn't run fast because he was too old, so he immediately asked the driver to help Xuan Zhao. Xuan Zhao waved his hand and said no, and walked down the long stone steps step by step with difficulty.

"Master, where is your walking stick?" Uncle Gong asked anxiously, "Is it missing? I'll find someone to get it."

"No need, uncle," Xuan Zhao's eyes were red and swollen, and his voice was hoarse, "that walking stick was left by my grandfather, and I left it to my grandfather. I want to buy a new one."

The crutch is Xuanzhao's leg, and Xuanzhao told himself that with a new crutch, he had to start from a new place and move forward.

"You child." Uncle Gong sighed, "It's up to you."

In the first ten days of March, Xuanzhao used a new walking stick. The new walking stick was dark brown and made of pear wood, and it was easy to use. At the same time, he also moved back to the garden apartment from his hut in the university town.

The rental period of the hut is still half a year away, and Xuan Zhao has not returned the lease, nor has he ever returned.

It didn't take long before the news of the demolition came, that the whole area of ​​the University City would be demolished to build a commercial plaza.

The landlord asked Xuanzhao if he wanted any of those things in the house, and Xuanzhao calmly replied that he didn't want any of them. You can deal with them.

Soon, the unfinished building was razed to the ground and turned into ruins, as if some things had never existed.

In mid-March, Gong Qiao's birthday came, Xuan Zhao was not very good at giving gifts, and didn't know what the little girl lacked, so he simply wrapped a generous red envelope for Gong Qiao, but was reprimanded by his sister for being a straight boy.

Xuan Zhao was really too busy, busy with graduation and company affairs, took time out to attend Gong Qiao's birthday party, and was hurriedly called away by a conference call before he could stay for 10 minutes.

He was so busy that he ignored many things. For example, the birthday gift Zhuo Feifei gave Qiaoqiao was not the princess dress that his younger sister was talking about; lost.

In the blink of an eye, it was May, and Cen Baiyan's research project had entered the most important finishing stage. If it went well, he could win the school's permission to accept transfer applications.

On this day, there was a shooting incident in his neighborhood, and the apartment building was blocked and he could not go out. Cen Baiyan participated in the project team discussion remotely in the room.

Cen Qing's phone call came in at this moment: "Brother! Help me! Xuanzhao won't let me go, he's going to kill me, he's going to report to the police and arrest me and go to jail!"

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