My Professor Shen

Shen Ming moved his lips, his eyes flickered slightly, he lowered his head, and muttered: "I'm being passionate."

The incandescent light bulb swayed, and the sound of babbling and babbling lay between the two.

Shen Qingchuan saw his stern look, cleverly changed the subject, and said softly: "Is he... treating you well?"

Years of tit-for-tat and life-and-death scrambles, this is the first time that the cousins ​​try to communicate peacefully face to face.

This was the tenderness he had never experienced before, Shen Ming's eyes were sore, knowing that this was a beautiful trap specially woven by Shen Qingchuan for himself, he still jumped into it without hesitation.

When a person is about to die, let go of the suspicion.

He was silent for a moment before saying in a hoarse voice: "Not good."

The paternity test back then was done by Shen Yuan himself, but the private doctor who issued the false report "accidentally" died in a foreign land.He originally planned to let Shen Mingjiu occupy the magpie's nest and inherit the family business smoothly, but he didn't expect Shen Li to be so defensive.

The ground was in a mess, full of broken limbs of porcelain, and my father, who was kind and considerate in the past, was furious.

"Get out!" Shen Li leaned on a cane, his chest heaving with anger.

Shen Ming just came back from playing basketball, his body was still covered with milky white mist, he touched the back of his head, and called out tentatively: "Dad?"

"Crack!" A teacup was thrown in front of him, and it instantly fell apart.

Shen Ming didn't know the whole picture of the matter, but he also understood the seriousness. He knelt on the ground with a plop, the sharp porcelain edges and corners cut his skin, and the expensive carpet splashed a little bit of scarlet.

The boy grinned in pain, and said cautiously: "Dad, don't be angry, did I do something wrong?"

Shen Yuan looked at his meek and respectful appearance, and the corners of his clothes were suddenly wrinkled.

Abandoning his own daughter and ignoring his son, whom he loved wholeheartedly, turned out to be a counterfeit. Shen Li's first reaction was not to feel sad, but to lose face.

Shen Ming winked at the housekeeper, wanting him to persuade his father like before.

Shen Li's face was livid, and even if he looked at him for a second longer, he felt it was mocking, "Shen Yuan, up to 10 minutes, I don't want to see this bastard again."

Shen Yuan exhaled foul breath, pinched red marks on his palm, and said slowly: "I see."

Shen Ming was stunned by the long-lost address, feeling at a loss for what to do.

He stiffened his upper body, stumbled and said, "Dad, I have Dad's, I'm not a bastard, I'm not, I'm not!"

He gritted his teeth, his gums began to ooze blood, and the soft meat on the tip of his tongue was shattered.

He came in tattered clothes and left empty-handed.

It only takes 10 minutes for the noble son of an aristocratic family to become a downcast on the street.

The scandal seemed to have grown wings and spread to all corners overnight.

Shen Ming has no possessions, and has been pampered and raised for many years. No one would talk to him from his friends who played and played in the past. He has no clothes and no home to return to.

"That's why I hate you, everyone with the surname Shen." Shen Ming's expression was stern, and his falcon-like eyes were always staring out of the window.

Shen Qingchuan took a glass of water without authorization, and slowly approached him.

In the monitoring room next door, the policeman pulled off the earphones and said anxiously, "Did you die? No, I have to go and watch."

"Hey." The colleague pushed him back into the seat, "It's handcuffed, what are you in a hurry for?"

"Drink." Shen Qingchuan put the paper cup on the table.

The mist curled up, and Shen Ming was in a daze for a moment, he licked his puffy lips, and silently held the cup.

Even though it was midsummer, even though his palms were wet, he never let go.

He is like a drowning traveler, grasping the hard-won vitality at the last moment of dying.

Shen Qingchuan simply dragged the stool over and met his eyes, "What happened next?"

Shen Ming was a little uncomfortable, he hooked the corners of his lips, and wanted to make a wild expression, but in the end he gave up, "Then..."

When he mentioned the past, he was very disturbed, and his panting became heavier, "Then...then I was picked up by Shen Yuan..."

Shen Ming thought highly of himself at the time, the company was unwilling to hire people who had not completed their studies, and the construction site despised him for being powerless.

After eating the last meal, he spent a whole month in such a daze. Finally, on a night of pouring rain, he was exhausted and fainted.

When he woke up again, it was already three days later.

"It seems to be waking up!" The nanny said in surprise, and the doctors and nurses at the door of the room immediately crowded up, and the bedside was full for a while.

"It's so noisy." Shen Ming slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the magnificent decoration on the roof.

All of a sudden, he thought that Shen Li had changed his mind and that he had become that high-ranking rich son again.

"Hmm..." He struggled to get up, but his arms were so weak that it was difficult to even lift them up.

"You're awake." Shen Yuan held the door, his cheeks were reddish, two streams of hot air came out of his nose, and he seemed to be trotting over.

"Uncle Yuan." Shen Ming's eyes lit up, he stretched his neck and looked behind him, not noticing the gloom flashing across Shen Yuan's face.

"Where's Dad? Why doesn't he come?" Shen Ming looked forward to seeing a familiar figure.

Shen Yuan lowered his eyebrows, and said coldly: "You guys go out first."

"Yes." Everyone filed out, and the room instantly became deserted.

"Uncle Yuan, what do you mean, where's my dad?" His voice was hoarse after a long time without dripping water.

Footsteps sounded from far to near, falling on the wooden floor.

Shen Yuan stopped half a meter away from the bed, pinching his chin condescendingly.

"Uncle Yuan..." Shen Ming murmured.

With a clear and strong heartbeat, Shen Yuan's face turned pale, and he said in a deep voice, "I am your father."

Shen Ming looked dull as if struck by lightning.

That night, until midnight, the room was still brightly lit.

Just like the vulgar routines in film and television dramas, Shen Yuan and Shen Li are brothers, but one is born noble and the other falls into the mud.When the old man passed away, he felt that he owed Shen Yuan a lot, so he split the shares into two and secretly hid one share for him.

"He talked a lot that night, but I only remember hating and complaining." Shen Ming took a sip of water, and the water dripped down his chin onto his collar, and the water stains were smudged.

Shen Qingchuan didn't seem surprised when he heard the name Shen Yuan.

"You don't seem surprised at all." Shen Ming raised his eyebrows, his expression much more vivid.

Shen Qingchuan smiled, put his hands on his legs, and said softly: "How did you do it?"

Shen Ming narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer, "He hit him."

In the next month, because Shen Yuan couldn't leave Shen Li's sight for too long, he didn't come to visit once during the period, and Shen Ming also spent more than a full month to force himself to accept the facts.

"He said he had high hopes for me, that I was his hope, his precious son." With tears in the corners of Shen Ming's eyes, he punched the table with a fist, "Actually, it's just because I'm the only seed he left behind!"

The hatred contained in these words surprised even Shen Qingchuan.

Shen Yuan is approachable on the surface, but in fact only the young man knows his ups and downs.

Fighting, shooting, martial arts... Shen Qingchuan has learned something for more than [-] years, and Shen Yuan asked Shen Ming to master it in just two years.

"Dad, it's impossible." Shen Ming wiped off his sweat and sat down on the ground.

Shen Yuan snorted coldly, "Others can do it, why can't you."

Despite his strong resistance, the plan continued to move forward without stopping.

When Shen Ming spoke up to this point, his expression turned out to be surprisingly peaceful. He seemed to pat his leg unintentionally, "One time I failed the result test, and his iron rod happened to hit me on the back."

"Broken spine, paralyzed lower limbs."

Shen Qingchuan felt a little sympathy in his heart, and patted his head comfortingly, the comforting words sounded weak, "It's all over."

Shen Ming squinted his eyes comfortably, he knew that he would never make it through, and if he killed someone, he would have to pay the price.

Ever since he was paralyzed, Shen Ming was thrown into the mountains and turned into a reproductive machine, food and drink were not badly treated, but his movements were restricted, and his every move was under the supervision of Shen Yuan.

Shen Ming laughed, "You are all noble masters, always trying to manipulate other people's lives."

Shen Yuan continued to be the big butler in Shen's mansion, while Shen Ming became the thug of the action, or just a pawn.

"He burned it with a cigarette." Shen Ming pointed to the scar on his temple.

"Is it here too?" Shen Qingchuan looked at the scar on his forehead.

"No, I accidentally knocked it down myself." Shen Ming smiled indifferently, showing two rows of big white teeth again.

To be precise, it is the imprint left by accidentally falling into the flower bed because he was unwilling to become a useless person and wished to walk upright.

"Hey." The policeman listened without saying a word, and sighed: "Poor people must have something to hate."

"Having money is not necessarily a good thing." The colleague pushed his shoulder, "Let's go, the time is up."

In just one hour of visiting time, it seemed like seeing a person's absurd and uninhibited life.

"Miss Shen, the visiting hours are over." The policeman of the detention center checked Shen Ming's handcuffs again.

"En." Shen Qingchuan replied softly, she watched Shen Ming's back leave, her heart felt uncomfortable.

At the last moment of disappearing, Shen Ming looked back, smiled brightly, and said loudly: "Sister!"

Shen Qingchuan stopped, and through the glass, he was waving vigorously.

"Thank you, I'm sorry." Shen Ming murmured in a low voice, thank you for being willing to accompany me in this last family scene, and at the same time apologize for the harm I have caused you.

In fact, if there is a chance to start over in life, he also has no choice.

Shen Yuan gave the orders, but he carried out the actions. To this day, he still hates every member of the Shen family.

He had wanted to end Shen Qingchuan's life countless times in exchange for his own freedom, but he always changed his mind at the last moment.

After leaving the iron door, the tenderness in Shen Qingchuan's eyes was instantly replaced by coldness, and she whispered to the empty and deserted surroundings: "It's your own fault."

Sympathy and disgust are personal emotions, and the law will make the most just decision.

Shen Ming wanted to reach out and touch the endless blue sky, but the dazzling sun was blocked by buildings, casting a shadow on the ground.

It's like going back to that afternoon of more than ten years.

He fell from the branch, his clothes were soaked in thick yellow egg liquid, and his body was covered in mud.

"Are you okay?" The young Shen Qingchuan stood in the sun and stretched out his hand to himself.

"Miss." Ah San stood at the door of the detention center and had been waiting for a long time.

Shen Qingchuan hummed absently, the wind poured into the window, carrying a hint of heat.

It's another summer.

She was not surprised by the result at all, Shen Ming had told her the answer long ago.

The island resort that the program team was looking for looked familiar, especially the book in the living room-"Puppet", the annotations and analysis were full of strong personal emotions.

At the last moment of being poisoned and fainted, she finally flipped to the middle of the book.

There was a fragment in the middle of the yellowed paper, which was torn from an unknown magazine, and the edges were ragged and rough.

It reads - "North Island private resort! Built by international architects!"

After waking up from the hospital, this memory also became blurred, and she couldn't tell whether it was fabricated by herself or it happened in reality.

She simply wrote an email and attached photos of the resort, hoping to find answers from Beavis.

On the day of Shen Li's funeral, she finally got an answer to Bivis' question.

"Shen, I found what you want!"

"Whose project?"

"It's Arnold from my studio. The owner seems to be from Huaguo. Originally, the contract is kept confidential, but if it's you, it's a different story..."

Transnational chat, photo transfer is very slow.

Shen Qingchuan clicked on the circling picture, and the final signature read - Shen Yuan.

Among the sponsors of the program group was a subsidiary of the Shen Group, which was not very eye-catching, and even the director had forgotten which funder was behind the plan.

In a sense, there is nothing wrong with the parachute of the skydiving, at least the last protection mechanism of the parachute is intact.

In the field of architecture that Shen Qingchuan is most familiar with, Shen Ming left an answer for his sister.