Rumors are strictly prohibited

At first, he showed Qi Ji all his inferior sides, asked Qi Ji if he knew him, whether he had seen his past on the Internet, and even proposed to visit Qi Ji's house when the two sides were not familiar with each other. .

And Qi Ji responded one by one.

Wan Chukong regards him as a cat that has no temper and will not reject humans. Because he picked it up on purpose, he privately encloses the place to take care of him, and occasionally shows his eccentricity to Qi Ji, admiring that the other party is panic-free. However, as things develop, Qi Ji always tolerates him with a good temper, which changes his stubborn mind and makes him yearn for touch and closer emotions.He wanted Qi Ji to belong to him alone, to him only. Sometimes he wished to hide him, and sometimes he wanted to show it off to others.

And the more we get in touch, the more we will find that Qi Ji doesn't need to be raised by anyone, he has his own stubbornness and persistence, and only he can keep himself.

Realizing this, Wan Chukong suddenly wanted to bury his gloomy past, and it was best not to let Qi Ji find out.

A cat is a kitten that can live without being fed by humans, but he is a human being who is so lonely that he is about to die.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

In the dimly lit living room, Wan Chukong raised his hand to touch the tears on Qi Ji's face, and he made him cry again. So far, he hasn't done a single thing, but he still wants to kiss him like crazy.

Qi Ji's eyes were still red, and he shook his head when he heard the words. Before he could speak, Wan Chukong had already hugged him tightly into his arms, wishing to rub him into his bones. It hurts.

"I thought I couldn't meet you until the matter was over." Wan Chukong's breath fell on Qi Ji's ear, so heavy, every breath was heavy.

Qi Ji: "I went to find Chen Shenghang yesterday, and he told me something about your family..."

Wan Chukong was stunned for a moment, then wrapped his arms around his waist more forcefully, resting his head on his forehead, "But you came to me."

Qi Ji didn't quite understand: "That's right..."

Wan Chukong kissed him eagerly, sucked his lips in his mouth, and kept touching his body with both hands.Qi Ji felt itchy and couldn't help but backed away, but Wan Chukong immediately stopped all movements, lowered his head and lightly rubbed the tip of his nose, as if to show his goodwill, like two small animals warming each other, with a hoarse voice: "I You can say anything, don't let me go, okay?"

Qi Ji responded, "I didn't let you go."

Wan Chukong kissed his moist eyes, and looked at Qi Ji with deep eyes, "Let's start from the beginning, and I will tell you everything."

Wan Chukong refused to let go, and the two could only sit on the sofa like conjoined twins, "What did Chen Shenghang tell you? He said Ying Shaojun would beat me? Then he was only half right... "

"I'll beat him too." Wan Chukong said, raising his hand to cover Qi Ji's eyes, not letting him look at him, his voice became clearer in the darkness, "The reason why I was able to get back my custody so easily, It's because he didn't bite his tongue tightly, because he couldn't beat me at that time, and he was afraid of me."

Wan Chukong had almost forgotten those days.

Men like to gamble, drink when they lose, and beat him when he is drunk.

But he is not a character who will be beaten honestly. Every time he resists, the face of his biological father in memory is always flushed abnormally after being drunk, as if he will die at any moment.

"Okay, good fight!" The man laughed while applauding when he fought back for the first time, "This way we'll be even, and neither owes the other!"

Therefore, for a long time in junior high school, they were hurting each other.Ying Shaojun kept emphasizing to him that even though he hit him, Wan Chukong fought back, and if things go wrong, it is not necessarily who will suffer.

"Anyway, I'm not the star." He was still drinking when he said this, and he didn't treat Wan Chukong harshly on weekdays, but occasionally pushed and kicked him, like playing with an object, and he would only stop if he wanted to provoke him.

The age of 14 was a very important turning point. The teenager learned a little boxing from his martial arts teacher when he was filming outside. Ying Shaojun's health from drinking all the year round has long since failed. He can't beat Wan Chukong, and Wan Chukong is particularly ruthless.

He began to be afraid, afraid of his son.

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In the attic, moonlight slanted in. Under the warm light of the desk lamp, Wan Ling was sitting alone in the study. After a while, the door was pushed open, and an elegant man with glasses and gray temples put down a cup of hot water in front of her: " You have been so sensitive since you returned to China, and you came back for your son at the beginning, why have you become like this now?"

Wan Ling covered his forehead and let out a long sigh, his breath trembling uncontrollably, "Those reporters can't do anything, in case those things are found out...he..."

The man pressed her shoulder disapprovingly, "He was not yet a teenager at that time, and ten years have passed now."

Wan Ling was a little dazed, ten years seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.She always felt that her son hadn't grown up yet and was still in that small room. If she didn't take good care of him, she would lose him forever.

In the beginning, Wan Chukong went abroad with them and did not live with them.After that kind of thing happened, Wan Ling felt a lot of guilt towards his son, and he was obedient to everything. He didn’t want to live at home. Of course, he didn’t have to live there. He just rented a house near the school.

At that time, she would always refuse to answer the phone calls to him. Wan Chukong would answer the calls from his stepfather occasionally depending on his mood.

Wan Ling never dared to disturb her son too much. She knew that Wan Chukong actually didn't want to see her, and she rarely communicated with them when she went home every month.

This kind of life continued until Wan Chukong was in the second year of high school. One day, the school suddenly summoned her to visit. As soon as she entered the door of the principal's office, she saw the bruises on the corners of Wan Chukong's mouth and the blood stained on the finger bones. Still a little surprised, then indifferent again.

This matter was finally resolved by Wan Ling with an extremely tough attitude. It is like this in foreign countries. If you show a little good face to others, you will be kicked in the nose. When you have enough capital, others will naturally listen to your words.

After Wan Ling settled the matter, she turned to Wan Chukong's rented room to look for him, with a puzzled and painful look on her face, she asked him why he didn't tell her earlier when something like this happened.

Wan Chukong replied: "I will solve it myself, didn't I solve it?"

He is too young, he is just 17 years old, it is normal for him to have hatred for her.

But when the sun was shining on the window sill and Wan Chukong was leaning against the window and looking down, Wan Ling's heartbeat suddenly amplified several times.

There was only one thought in her mind at that moment—if she didn't keep a close eye on him.

She will lose him eventually.

This may be the price she has to pay for living a smooth life for a long time.

Therefore, when Wan Chukong proposed to continue his studies in acting, Wan Ling, who originally did not want him to step into this industry, took this opportunity to exchange conditions.

"Okay, but I want you to move back home and answer every phone call I make from now on."

Wan Chukong agreed.

Wan Ling is always trying to keep him, always thinking that his son will die quietly one day, but in fact Wan Chukong's college life is very rich, especially in the theater troupe, it is understandable to want to return to China for development.But Wan Ling was very afraid. How the domestic media would report on Wan Chukong. Rumors were always more eye-catching than the truth.

They will expose his scars over and over again, and turn their critical eyes on him.

Every step he takes in the future is under the attention of others. Those many distorted mouths are best at fabricating a person into another appearance out of thin air.

She was afraid that Wan Chukong's eyes would return to silence again. She would never forget that there was no light in those eyes, and the look on his face outside the window was extremely indifferent, which was indifferent to others and also to himself.

She was afraid every day after returning to China, and had to check her son's current situation over and over again.She is already old, even if her hair is dyed brown, there will still be silver strands coming out. Ten years ago, she couldn't accept Wan Chukong becoming like that, and ten years later, she couldn't accept Wan Chukong changing back to that.

But like my lover said, that was ten years ago.

Wan Chukong is 27 years old now, he is still alive, and even took the initiative to come back to talk to her about this matter today.

Wan Ling seemed to have just realized that she was not young. She didn't understand Wan Chukong's persistence, and she kept the most basic anger in the face of the reporters who blocked the door.

Wan Chukong told her, "I'll take care of it."

Wan Ling couldn't help stabbing him: "How do you solve it?"

"You know the truth of the matter." Wan Chu talked with her calmly, gave her a reassuring look, and emphasized again, "I will solve it."

Wan Ling suddenly had nothing to say. This was completely different from ten years ago. She had to admit that she could no longer control her son.

After Wan Chukong left, Wan Ling sat on the sofa for a long time, until the cat ran over to rub her feet, and she finally bent her straight back.

"I thought this kind of thing would allow him to see the entertainment industry clearly." Under the orange-red light of the desk lamp, the fine lines on the woman's face were clearly visible. She held the water glass in her hand and turned to look at her lover. Shaking his head at her, "Son has the right to choose freely, you can't force him to choose what he doesn't want to choose."

Wan Ling closed his eyes, "Forget it, I can't do anything about him. I'll contact Han Qiu tomorrow morning. This matter must come to an end, and it can't go on like this. Since these reporters want the truth so much , I will give them the truth."

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"...The video is real, but the other party did it first, and I just returned it." Wan Chukong was already very vague about his high school life, trying to remember, but he remembered many things in college, "Because My mother is very afraid that something will happen to me, so she will make frequent phone calls... Sometimes I can't control my temper and the phone will suffer, and I developed a habit later." Wan Chukong finally buried his head in Qi Ji's chest , "There is no violence, it was my intention."

Qi Ji was embarrassed by him, and gently wrapped his fingers around the man's hair, "Why on purpose?"

"... Let it out."

Wan Chukong has always been like a child, after experiencing so many things, he still retains part of his nature.Wan Ling's past gave him too much breathless oppression, and he needs to express his emotions.

Seeing that he didn't return, Wan Chukong thought he minded, and immediately said, "It won't happen in the future."

He raised his head and kissed Qi Ji's mouth, and the dark brown pupils under the crow-black eyelashes stared right at him.

"I'll get better." He promised Qi Ji that things that didn't matter before now do matter.

Qi Ji raised his hand and tapped the light-colored mole on the bridge of his nose, "I don't understand, why do you think I'm afraid of you after hearing these things?"

It's too late for him to feel distressed.

"I'm afraid I'll scare you." Wan Chukong squeezed his ears, and heard Qi Ji say, "Is it because you also think there's something wrong with you?"

The man's movements froze, and he kissed his forehead as if flattering him. For a moment, he couldn't tell who was the cat.

Qi Ji's eyes were still clear and shiny: "But I remember you told me many times 'you can touch me', which is clearly a promise."

The first time Wan Chukong took the initiative to Qi Ji, he pressed Qi Ji's hand on his chest and said, "You can touch me."

He who has always been wary of others, embraced Qi Ji who was crying because of drunkenness that day.

I allow you to touch me, to hurt me.

This is my most pious gesture to you.