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For a long time, the secluded old site of the Red Star Brick Factory, like a paradise forgotten by the city, silently guarded their history and stories.

Tonight is extremely noisy, it seems that they are the masters of this city.

Song Ling clenched his teeth tightly, breathing tremblingly.

——You still want to whip him?

——Miss Yan is in the spirit of heaven, and she will not let you go.

In the chaos, the two sentences came from different people, everyone was talking to themselves, but they were accidentally combined together, and then they lined up neatly, and each word got into Song Ling's heart.

After a while, the sweet smell of grapes and Song Zhaoguang's voice begging for mercy could be heard in the air.

Song Zhaoguang's entourage wanted to come up to help, but Aunt Li turned back fiercely, "Why, you are just a migrant worker, and you have to help him bully the common people. Your parents are not common people. The poisonous seafood sold by Baomu Maybe your parents bought it back and burned it for your children to eat, and you are still here to help the evildoers."

Aunt Li's trick of killing people and punishing her heart was very successful. Several people exchanged a few glances and remained motionless.

Zhou Qingluo tugged Song Ling lightly, "Go, let's go home."

Song Ling gritted his teeth, and pulled Zhou Qingluo's hand that was blocking his eyes.

Zhou Qingluo: "Song Ling..."

Song Ling tightly grabbed his hand and pressed it to his side, staring at the scene in front of him.

The angry man lost his mind and smashed Song Zhaoguang with grapes.

"Eat grapes, right? I'll let you eat as much as you want."

"See how I deal with you today."

"Bitch bastards, animals understand human nature better than you."

……

Song Ling didn't close his eyes, but stared at Song Zhaoguang.

The grapes were scattered all over the ground, Song Zhaoguang hugged his head and begged for mercy, just like him back then.

Those foul words he had said to him, the violence he had used against him, every word, every punch and kick, all of them were backlashed against him now.

Zhou Qingluo told him that since ancient times, evil has prevailed over good, and justice has prevailed in the hearts of the people.

He kind of believed it now.

Song Ling twitched the corner of his mouth, and called out in a low voice, "Qing Luo."

Zhou Qingluo took his hand, "Look, your mother hasn't been erased, she really has a spirit in heaven."

At this time, Zhou Shoulin came out and shouted: "Okay, everyone, stop, you will die later. It's not worth it for such a thing. We have spent most of our lives innocently. We can't ruin it. Let's go and go to my house. I happened to be transferred today." Now that the stuffing is done, I'll cook wontons for everyone and try to find a way while eating."

Only then did the black and white group stop, and Song Zhaoguang took the opportunity to escape, in extreme embarrassment.

Twenty or so people came to Zhou Shoulin's yard, and it was packed. Fortunately, the yard was spacious. Zhou Shoulin set up three tables for people to sit down and chat.

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling were helping.

Zhou Qingluo pieced together the whole story from everyone's words.

When the Red Star Brick Factory was booming, Song Zhaoguang was originally a freight driver at the brick factory. He looked like a dog, but his mind was not clean, and he often unloaded some goods secretly.

But this person is good at making connections, and no one swallows the money earned from the secretly sold bricks, and manages up and down, and those who know about his activities turn a blind eye.

At that time, Lao Zhao was the warehouse manager, so he couldn't see it any longer, so he reported him, but he bit him back. It happened that Lao Zhao's hometown was building a new house, so he framed Lao Zhao for stealing bricks from the factory, which caused Lao Zhao to be arrested. fired.

Song Zhaoguang couldn't stay in the factory any longer, and didn't know what to do.

Later, houses with concrete and steel structures became popular, the brick factory was gradually declining, and the factory was also facing transformation. The factory manager wanted to lead everyone to start some light industries, but Baomu Group stepped in at this time and wanted to build a factory here. resort.

At that time, no one was willing to dismantle the factory. After all, the factory was everyone's livelihood. If it was dismantled, everyone would have nothing to eat.

Yan Sheng is the person in charge of the development of this project.

Yan Sheng is beautiful and capable. She is a conscientious and strong woman in the workplace.

For this project, she went door-to-door to do ideological work. She insisted on coming every day despite being cold-faced and abused. She patiently explained the terms of the contract to them word by word and promised to compensate them. When the resort was completed, Baomu Group Will buy them where they are, and life will be as good as it was when the brick factory was still around.

She even called the chairman of Baomu Group at that time to hold a meeting for everyone to reassure everyone.

But at this time, no one expected that Song Zhaoguang had transformed himself into the door-to-door son-in-law of Baomu Group, and he did not know what kind of rhetoric he used to trick the old man into taking charge of the Hongxing Brick Factory project.

He partnered with Yan Sheng only for Yan Sheng's beauty.

The adults were silent about the dirty and shameless things that happened later.

Regardless of his own reputation, Yan Sheng exposed his wounds for others to see, and asked Song Zhaoguang for justice with a big belly, so that everyone could learn to protect themselves.

But Baomu Group defended its shortcomings, covered it up, controlled information channels, destroyed evidence, and beat back. In that closed era, the culprit was Song Zhaoguang, and Yan Sheng was the victim, but he was beaten into a vixen who seduced his boss.

Yan Sheng has a strong temper, unable to bear such stimulation and grievance, he jumped down from the top floor.

The project of the Red Star Brick Factory has just come to nothing, and Yan Sheng's promise to them has become a thing of the past.

"If I remember correctly, the place where Yan Sheng committed suicide at that time should be Baomu's current Rising Sun Shopping Center."

"It's Song Zhaoguang who has a guilty conscience and wants to build a house to suppress Yan Sheng's soul."

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling listened silently. Song Ling's hands kept shaking, but he kept trying to restrain himself.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly remembered that on the day of the opening of Rising Sun Mall, Song Ling hacked the computer controlled by the opening ceremony, put a bloody old photo, and then sat on the railing on the top floor, with his back to the abyss.

Yan Sheng must have been like this back then, desperate and helpless, yet unyielding and unyielding.

"Yan Sheng is such a good girl. She is patient and has strong working ability. Back then, there was a celebrity chasing her and sending her expensive flowers."

"Yes, it's called the Juliet rose, and there are millions of them."

"Later when they got together, we laughed at her as a million roses, don't you remember?"

"It's all fucking ruined by Song Zhaoguang, a scumbag."

Someone sighed faintly, "I don't know where the child Yan Sheng gave birth to was at that time."

"Back then, Song Zhaoguang refused to admit his crime, wanted to get rid of this child, and wiped out his crimes. Yan Sheng was also stubborn, and he was born."

A Biao realized that something was wrong with Song Ling, and patted him on the shoulder, "Xiao Song, don't be afraid of Song Zhaoguang, a scumbag. If he bullies you in the future, we will protect you."

A Biao moved his eyes down, just in time to see the tattoo on Song Ling's neck, and he froze in place for a long time before he asked, "Juliet Rose?"

Song Ling: "Yes, Rose Juliet."

For a moment, everyone fell silent and looked at him in unison.

There are thousands of coincidences in the world, and there is a kind of coincidence called the reincarnation of heaven.

Song Ling said with a trembling voice, "Please give me all the evidence you have."

The hot wontons were ready, and Aunt Li helped Zhou Shoulin bring them out.

She gave it to Song Ling first, "Son, eat first, we'll get it for you when we get home later, and I'll give it all to you."

"Yes, I have a lot of old newspapers and documents in my place, and I'll give them to you."

Song Ling stared at the steaming wontons, with seaweed and dried shrimps on top, not a single chopped green onion.

There is really no warmer food in the world than seaweed and shrimp skin wontons.

It was late at night, and everyone had left. There was a thick stack of old newspapers and old contracts in Zhou Qingluo's house.

Yan Sheng's evidence, accusations and struggles were published in old newspapers.

The bits and pieces that the Baomu Group tried to erase have resurfaced.

Song Ling rubbed her fingertips against the beautiful and flamboyant woman in the newspaper. She had bright features, but her temperament was cold. She looked a little arrogant and not easy to get close to.

It turns out that he looks so much like her.

Zhou Shoulin: "Don't look at Yan Sheng who is not easy to get in touch with. She is actually a very good girl. When Qing Luo's mother gave birth to Qing Mu, she was weak. Yan Sheng helped find a good Chinese medicine doctor. Your mother adjusted her body for half a year, and your mother's body gradually recovered, otherwise you would not have come to this world, and you and Xiao Song are also destined."

Zhou Qingluo coughed, lowered his head and continued to help Song Ling sort out the evidence.

Zhou Qingluo asked: "Why don't you sue Song Zhaoguang when you have so much evidence?"

Zhou Shoulin sighed, "At that time, there was no news, and people spoke lightly. We wanted to help Yan Sheng, but we didn't know how to reach out. Besides, everyone was laid off, and the demolition and compensation we agreed to were gone. We also reported to the police, but Yan Sheng still An accident happened without signing a contract with us. Baomu asked others to be responsible for this project and changed those terms. Everyone disagreed, so this project was shelved. We are just ordinary people. When we were young, we had to support our families. Use that time and energy to fight Song Zhaoguang."

Zhou Shoulin laughed at himself, "Thinking about it now, with so many of us, we are not as good as Yan Sheng."

Song Ling sorted out the evidence, looked up at Zhou Shoulin, "Uncle Zhou, you are fine, don't blame yourself."

Zhou Shoulin was stunned for a moment, then patted him on the shoulder, "Go to bed early."

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling returned to the room, and Song Ling kept typing on the computer on the desk.

Zhou Qingluo: "Go to bed first, and ask Brother Zhao for leave tomorrow."

Song Ling stopped typing on the keyboard: "You go to sleep first, and I'll continue when you fall asleep."

Zhou Qingluo: "Then I will accompany you."

"Don't stay up late, go to sleep."

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a moment, and finally said, "If you feel uncomfortable here, you can leave if you want."

Song Ling smiled, "Why, you want to drive me away."

Zhou Qingluo smiled at him, shook his head, "No, I don't want you to go, I want you to be by my side."

"Okay, I won't go, I'll watch you sleep," Song Ling paused, and then said, "If I lose control after a while, don't be afraid, okay?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded, got into bed, and closed his eyes.

At this time, all he could do was to trust Song Ling.

Zhou Qingluo fell asleep in a daze, and he didn't know when he woke up. Looking at the time, only two hours had passed, and it was only two o'clock now.

Song Ling was very devoted, his back straightened, and he didn't even realize that he had stood up and stood behind him.

There was a faint smell of coffee in the room, and the two unpacked boxes of instant coffee on the table had already run out, and there were a few toothpicks beside them, some of which had been broken, but without exception, they were all stained with blood.

On Song Ling's forearm, there were many small wounds, some of which were solidified, and some of them were still bleeding.

Zhou Qingluo hugged him from behind.

Song Ling paused when he was typing on the keyboard, and covered his forearm with his hand in a panic, "Qing Luo, I just want to smoke, I don't..."

Zhou Qingluo didn't speak, but walked around in front of him, sat on his lap, hugged his neck, kissed his lips, and down his cheek, kissed his tattoo.

This place seemed to be Song Ling's most sensitive and fragile place, and he never allowed others to touch it, nor did he want to mention it.

Song Ling took a heavy breath, turned his head away, "No."

Zhou Qingluo opened his mouth, took a bite, and planted another small strawberry.

Song Ling turned against the guest, pinned his head, and plundered irrationally.

Not to be outdone, Zhou Qingluo rubbed his hair and responded enthusiastically to him.

The breathing of the two was intertwined, and neither of them wanted to be defeated.

Song Ling got up, picked up the person in his arms and threw him on the bed, wrapped him tightly with the quilt, and pressed him firmly on the bed.

He closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Hey, go to sister's room to sleep, and then lock the door for me."

"I'm delirious now, and all I can think about is how to put them to death."

"Maybe when I get up tomorrow, I will forget everything. If I remember, I will regret it."

"I want you, but can't right now."

"Please, Qing Luo."

Like a dying beast, he exhausted his last semblance of reason and told him to run.

Zhou Qingluo touched the wound on his forearm and choked up, "But what if you hurt yourself again."

Song Ling trembled all over.

"Go to the doctor and come out of the shadows."

"Be the smartest and most sensible Xiao Man."

"Don't let those people take advantage of your weakness and hurt you wantonly."