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The beginning of that time begins with Ruan Jinggao's first summer vacation.

When Ruan Jing returned to the community every evening, he had to climb up on the parallel bars in the public area and take out his mobile phone to play a few games.

The sound effect of beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

Until the sun set to the west and sank to the tall buildings, the little military advisers reluctantly were carried home one by one by their mothers and adults for dinner.

The last little military division to leave grabbed Ruan Jing and issued a strategic plan: "Go home and practice hard, and we will fight together tomorrow."

Ruan Jing, who was obviously alone, didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and rubbed the head of the vase strategist: "Go home and do your homework."

The woman walking by picked up her little boy's schoolbag on her back, and smiled gently at Ruan Jing: "Xiao Jing, why don't you go home, let's go to our house for dinner today."

The little military division hurriedly followed the warm invitation, and it seemed that he wanted to change the battlefield to continue the battle just now.

This little military advisor lived downstairs in Ruan Jing's house. His parents watched Ruan Jing grow up. Later, he had a small military advisor. Ruan Jing also tutored the little boy with his homework from time to time. He was a neighbor who got along very well.

Ruan Jing jumped off the parallel bars and patted the dust on his pants with a smile: "Thank you, Aunt Yang, next time, my house is already done, I'll go back right away."

The woman didn't force her anymore, she hurriedly took out a few oranges from the shopping bag and stuffed them into Ruan Jing's hand. Ruan Jing couldn't shirk it, so she thanked her and took it.

As evening approaches, the sunset glow spreads out like fish scales in the sky, and the afterglow gently covers it.

Ruan Jing held the fruit that seemed to be dyed yellow and orange by the afterglow, turned his head to look at the glazed city framed in the corridor window, and took out the key at the door of the house for a long time.

The moment the door was pushed open, the smell of food in the room rushed towards the face with laughter and laughter, but after the sound of closing the door, the warmth of returning home abruptly stopped, presenting a strange moment of silence.

Ruan Jing changed his shoes calmly, walked into the living room, and glanced at the kitchen.

The men, one big and one small, at the table turned a blind eye to Ruan Jing's return home, and still lowered their heads to pick up vegetables for dinner.

Seeing him standing up quickly, Lin Rong rubbed her hands on the apron helplessly: "Xiao Jing, we thought you wouldn't come back for dinner today, so we didn't wait for you, I'll get you the bowls and chopsticks."

Ruan Jing smiled at her indifferently, and never looked at the other two: "Mom, I've eaten it, you can eat it."

Then, under Lin Rong's hesitant gaze, he walked straight back to his bedroom, closed the door and locked it.

Not long after, a burst of small whispers passed through the crack of the door, seeming to be nothing, and entered Ruan Jing's ears intermittently, as if his heart was being scratched delicately, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

He didn't bother to eavesdrop or guess, he just frowned and pulled out his earphones to block out the interference.

The raindrops in the earphones fell on the piano with a tick-tock sound, striking out jumping and clear notes one by one, slowly soothing the boredom in my heart.

Ruan Jingtan lazily turned around on the swivel chair, and the dazzling afterglow came into his eyes through the window.

He narrowed his eyes in fear of light, and sighed in the somewhat crowded room.

Ruan Jing's room was not here at the beginning, a year ago, it was just a utility room that he didn't bother to go in for a stroll.

Things have to start seven years ago.

The man his mother brought home completely changed everything, and over time overturned and rebuilt the definition of family affection in his heart.

At first, Ruan Jing, as an elementary school student who was always having fun all day long, thought that the man his mother introduced to him, Wei Nuo, was probably introduced by his relatives, and even if it was hard to refuse because of his affection, he would not return soon. connect.

Unexpectedly, this time the lord obviously went up a notch, he quickly confuses the lord, invaded the territory, and got a certificate with his mother the next month after meeting him once.

The next year, he also bought one get one free and brought him a little bastard who looked like a debt collector.

Ever since he learned to walk, this little bastard seems to have understood that there is a relationship between him and him competing for family resources, and has repeatedly tried to attack. Is biological.

But the two father and son's unfriendly expressions towards him are exactly the same, which is really strange.

Ruan Jing's temper is not bad, and on the surface, everything is easy to discuss. From the moment the man moved in, he knew that this man and his mother had to live seriously.

Lin Rong has always been cowardly by nature, when her father came back to pack things with the domineering mistress when she was a child, she just cried silently by the side.

Later, relatives and friends introduced a few to her, but fearing that it would affect him, Lin Rong finally refused them one by one.

Over the years, Lin Rong has suffered a lot from pulling him up, and now she has someone to share with her, even though these two outsiders always fight with him, he doesn't care too much about it.

Until a year ago.

During the holiday after the high school entrance examination, Ruan Jing and Lin Bai went out for a trip shoulder to shoulder, and returned home with a bunch of souvenirs to ease the relationship.

His mother looked at him with embarrassment, and he realized that his bedroom had been moved to the utility room, and the one who occupied his original bedroom was the little bastard Zhao Jie who was looking directly at him without fear beside his father. .

Two or three times of provocation can be tolerated, and the hatred of occupying the territory is simply irreconcilable.

At that time, Ruan Jing rushed to the top of his head with anger, but he restrained and asked calmly under his mother's pleading eyes: "What's the matter, I've only been away for a few days, and I'm going to be treated as a miscellaneous thing?"

Zhao Bin, the little bastard's father, couldn't help frowning: "We are all a family, can't we talk properly?"

No matter how hard Ruan Jing could bear it, the young man regained his temper, and immediately retorted, not to be outdone, "A family? I haven't admitted it yet."

Lin Rong hurriedly pulled Ruan Jing aside: "Xiao Jing, I called you in advance...but you didn't receive it...I decided to move the room first. You have to live on campus when you go to high school. Now Xiaojie has grown up too, so he can't sleep with us all the time, you...you know something, okay?"

Ruan Jing asked himself that he was not a person who could not discuss things. He also knew that the space in his home was not spacious, but it was the first time he was silenced by the word "sensible".

He only felt a fire burning in his lungs, but his mother's hands, which were older than his actual age, were tightly clutching his, still trembling slightly, making him painful, and the eyes looking at him were full of pleading and guilt.

This is like ice-cold water, before the anger cools down, it directly annihilates the fire, not even a lingering smoke can come out.

He took a slow breath, slowly pulled away his hand, and walked to his utility room.

No, just move a room, no big deal.Anyway, I won't have much time at home.

Ruan Jing thought so at the time.

And the old man Fate is very mischievous, he likes to joke.

Ruan Jing was not only admitted to a high school that was only half an hour's drive away from home, but was also persuaded by his teacher to give up living in school due to the shortage of dormitory resources. He had to commute between home and school every day.

Zhao Bin was silent and didn't talk much, and he didn't take the initiative to talk to Ruan Jing, and Ruan Jing didn't make troubles too much, but they could maintain a delicate balance, except for Zhao Jie's push to death from time to time, Ruan Jing felt that it was tolerable.

Usually, he goes out to school early in the morning and returns home at 10:30 in the evening, so he doesn't spend much time with his family.

But the recent summer vacation is different. After staying at home for half a month, the big and small disputes have already made Ruan Jing want to start school earlier.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and finally got up every day and put his drawing board on his back to pick a sketch from life, or hang out with his friends until late, and then reluctantly came back.

Ruan Jing originally thought that by staggering the time to spend together, he would be able to live in peace until the start of school.

It's a pity that he doesn't pick troubles, and troubles dragged him to his door for two to five or eighty thousand yuan.

That day, Ruan Jing went home as usual.

After entering the house, he glanced at Zhao Jie sitting next to his father watching cartoons from the corner of his eye, thinking that this kid has rarely caused trouble recently, maybe he has passed the age where chickens hate dogs, and he can get along with him a little bit?

However, when Ruan Jing turned the doorknob of his own bedroom, his heart sank and his brows frowned.

Ever since he discovered that Zhao Jie slipped to his bed to play disco, he got used to going out of the house and locking it. Coincidentally, he left in a hurry this morning and just closed the door. If he didn’t open the door intentionally, he wouldn’t be able to find that it was unlocked. .

His uneasy heart sank completely as the door was pushed open. He stood at the door for a moment, then entered the room and kicked away the mess. The half-painted watercolors on the easel were splashed with ink, and the pages of torn-out albums were folded. He picked up the remains of the torn figure at his feet, which was given to him by Lin Bai last year... Even the wooden model used for the concave shape could not escape the fate of dismemberment. Scattered, heads even dropped under the table.

This small room was completely transformed back into a utility room full of discarded garbage.

Ruan Jing also understands that his last independent territory in this family has been completely trampled on.

A ball of fire rushed to his chest, burning with great momentum.

Ruan Jing walked to the living room, stuck to the sofa and did not move.

The eyes of both father and son focused on his face. Lin Rong came out of the kitchen with a rag and was about to wipe the table for dinner. Seeing the strange atmosphere in the living room, she immediately sensed the start of the war due to her keenness acquired in the battlefield for a long time. Signal, hurriedly wiped his hands on the apron and walked over: "Why are you standing, it's time to eat...Xiaojing, come and serve me the food..."

Ruan Jing didn't move, the culprit stared at him without fear, holding a paintbrush in his hand, Ruan Jing looked at him blankly for a while, Zhao Jie shrank behind his father with some fear .

Ruan Jing said slowly: "I like the utility room so much, do you want to live in it?"

What Zhao Bin said made Zhao Bin a little inexplicable. He saw the things in his son's hands following Ruan Jing's unkind gaze, and suddenly understood. The little bastard screamed arrogantly, and broke the brush in his hand into two pieces...

The room was silent for a second.

As an art student, Ruan Jing's sanity was also broken in that crisp "pop".

As soon as Ruan Jing moved, Lin Rong reacted the fastest, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold him back in horror. Ruan Jing pushed a few times but couldn't use enough force, and his eyes were slightly red due to anger.

He paused every word: "Mom, let me go."

Lin Rong was so frightened that she pulled him even tighter: "What's wrong, Xiaojing, why did you suddenly attack..."

Lin Rong was really in a hurry. She had lived with Ruan Jing for many years, and knew that her son was a second-year literary boy with a drawing board on his back.

Ruan Jing watched his father leave with his own eyes when he was in elementary school, without shedding a single tear or even went up to persuade him to stay. In the years that followed, whenever someone had a little gossip about him, a divorced woman who brought up children alone, Ruan Jing would beat him up without saying a word.

Lin Rong taught Ruan Jing many times about this, and taught him to be gentle with others.

Ruan Jing has indeed done a good job, usually lively and cheerful, and everyone loves him, but when it's time to do something, he still rolls up his sleeves and goes up without any discussion.

Fortunately, Ruan Jing never took the initiative to find fault. In the eyes of others, Ruan Jing was still a good young man with good roots, literary and artistic sunshine.

Lin Rong knew how Ruan Jing was attacking, how could that brat withstand Ruan Jing's anger, ten of them wouldn't be enough for him to beat him.

So she was extremely worried that Lin Rong would perform supernormally, and the usually weak woman exerted her strength, but Ruan Jing couldn't move forward even a single step.

After a moment of stalemate, Lin Rong pulled people and kept asking why, already a little out of breath.

Seeing this, Ruan Jing suddenly stopped moving, turned around and walked back, Lin Rong, who was still pulling him, was stunned, and then withdrew her strength.

Unexpectedly, Ruan Jing quickly picked up Zhao Jie's schoolbag on the sofa, ran to the balcony without looking back, and quickly pulled the door and locked it.

The people in the room were stunned for a few seconds, Zhao Jie screamed and ran over to the glass door, yelling eagerly.

Ruan Jing snorted coldly, unzipped his schoolbag without haste, and took out a stack of summer homework.

This is the result of the little bastard's counseling after being held by Zhao Bin's ears during a summer vacation and almost breaking the relationship between father and son.

He took out one, bowed his head and pretended to appreciate it, and then tore the book page by page——

Zhao Jie's yelling was filled with crying immediately, and he threw himself on the door and kicked violently.

Zhao Bin hurriedly grabbed him back, and immediately looked worriedly at the crumbling door frame.

Ruan Jing finished tearing up one book and picked up the second one.

Lin Rong also patted on the door anxiously, but the balcony door could only be opened from the outside, if they didn't kick the glass door open, they couldn't stop it no matter what.

Amid Zhao Jie's earth-shattering cries, Ruan Jing suddenly understood the ease of the villain's destruction.He continued to fold the torn pages in half and tore them carefully, not missing a single page.

Zhao Jie was about to faint from crying, Ruan Jing was finally finished, he stacked the shredded papers, put them in his schoolbag, raised his head and smiled at Zhao Jie, raised his hand, and the schoolbag fell from the balcony——

Downstairs is an artificial pond.

Zhao Jie cried and pulled Zhao Bin's clothes, Zhao Bin hurriedly ran downstairs to pick up things.

Ruan Jing was angry, and knew that beating the little bastard would not save anything.

But if you destroy my important things, you have to pay back with your important things.

Ruan Jing pushed the door out as if nothing happened, and Lin Rong got angry too. She dragged the person over and asked, "Ruan Jing, are you crazy! What are you doing! What kind of mess are you going to make in this house before you are willing!"

Most of the previous anger was gradually cooled by the wind blowing on the balcony, and Zhao Jie's crying was indeed relieved, and the remaining anger, which had not had time to dissipate, became a heavy coldness with the questioning, sinking in his heart.

Ruan Jing said coldly: "If this kind of thing happens again in the future, I will help teach those who you can't teach well."

After speaking, he left the house directly.

Under the urging of irritability, he ran all the way down the safe passage, and stopped after going down three floors.

Standing in the dark and quiet stairwell for a moment, he took a deep breath to push back the feeling of suffocation in his chest. The anger that suddenly turned left and right in his heart could not be released, and the blood vessels all over his body ached, and his fingers were still trembling slightly.

After a while, he raised his hand to wipe his cheek, and continued to walk downstairs.

He has long known that the conflict with Zhao's father and son is irreconcilable.

But in all fairness, Zhao Bin was really good to his mother, even the little bastard who grinned at him was obedient and sensible in front of his mother.

He could see that when his mother was with them, she already had the happiness and warmth of a normal family.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the only one who was out of place was himself.

Ruan Jing rubbed his face exhaustedly, and pulled himself out of the entanglement, only to realize that he couldn't see his fingers around him. The sound of his footsteps echoed in fragments, as if someone was following him. Go down the stairs, push the door out of the safe passage.

He thought for 5 minutes in front of the elevator, and decided to go downstairs to eat something first. As soon as his anger disappeared, he also took away some of his strength, which made his stomach that hadn't eaten protested.

Waiting for the red light on the side of the street, Ruan Jing took out his mobile phone to check the time. It was nine o'clock in the evening. As soon as he unlocked it, he jumped into many missed calls.

The night in the city is very lively, the streets are full of lights, like stars falling, scattered in all directions, crowds of people come and go in various shops, all beings have different appearances, each has its own way.

Ruan Jing bought fried chicken and ate it while walking with hot coffee, thinking about the feasibility of going to the black Internet cafe to play games all night.

The singing in the earphones isolates the hustle and bustle of the city, and the low and nostalgic singing flows slowly along with the humming of the saxophone, casting a special romantic color on the city night.

He turned his head to look at the afterimages of car lights passing through the shadows of trees on the street, and every step he stepped on was in the haze of light and shadow.

The lively night and nostalgic songs calmed Ruan Jing's heart a bit.

However, the old man of fate came to stir up again, and it seemed that he would not let him calm down.

The moment Ruan Jing threw the wrapping paper into the trash can and turned around, his eyes suddenly went dark, followed by a sudden impact, pulling him out of the atmosphere created by the music.

The coffee tilted and spilled all over the opponent.

Ruan Jing gritted his teeth and gasped, rubbing his painful shoulders and frowning. A tall boy in black was standing in the dark, looking down at the coffee stains on his hand, unable to see his expression clearly. .

Ruan Jing was taken aback, and was about to apologize, but the boy in black turned and left without saying a word, without even looking at him, as if he felt that what happened just now was nothing more than a trivial matter.

He rubbed his head inexplicably, only to realize that the coffee just now spilled a few drops on his hand, the coffee was just out of the oven, and it was scalding very hot, only then did he realize that the burning skin was painful.

Ruan Jing hurriedly shook off the coffee stains, remembering the person who poured a hand of coffee just now.

Why didn't he respond?