Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

Li Rong was smiling, with undisguised contempt in his eyes. He didn't want Zhang Zhaohe to lose for nothing, so before he left, he left a sentence——

"When you forced my parents to death, did you think about today?"

Hearing these words, Zhang Zhaohe slowly restrained his emotions on the verge of madness. The expression on his face changed from ferocious to sneering. Such a sharp change made his thin and abrupt muscles look even uglier and weirder, but he was like It was the jackal dog that smelled the blood, and gained short-lived nourishment from Li Rong's pain.

"You know, I guess Han Jiang told you." Zhang Zhaohe took a deep breath of the air in the meeting room, as if there was a sweet breath brewing in the air.

His whole body became relaxed, enjoying, and seemed to have lost the last trace of humanity.

Looking at his appearance, Li Rong felt uncontrollable nausea in his heart.

He won't be injured because of the pain of cutting open, but it is enough to make people feel unlucky that Zhang Zhaohe can enjoy it.

Zhang Zhaohe enjoyed it for a while with his eyes closed, and then he opened his mouth quietly. His eyes were like owls on the treetops in the middle of the night, and his pupils shrank sharply: "You know very well what killed your parents, no matter how many rumors I spun , and will not really destroy their psychological defenses, what kills them is the mediocre people they love and want to save! And..."

Zhang Zhaohe paused, narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and looked up at the ceiling. He stretched out a finger, pointed upwards, and then smiled maliciously: "You know, in the end, everything can't be done." To redeem, the ones who lose control of public opinion and can't stop the car are the silent and dignified ones.

Whether it is an honorary professor or a student at the bottom, to them, they are all insignificant individuals. Individual pain and sorrow are not worthy of being cared for and comforted. I am not worthy, and Li Qingli is also not worthy. , It's ridiculous that those individuals who are also not worth mentioning have only learned to stand on the sidelines, as if such a "big gift" will never fall on their heads.

Fortunately, I saw the truth decades earlier than Li Qingli. No one is worth saving and giving. Human nature is always so ugly. It is only worthy of being used, trampled, desecrated, and played with. I can be sorry to anyone, but I must Be worthy of yourself! "

Zhang Zhaohe pointed to the position of the heart on his chest, and his thin shoulders trembled with a smile. He poked his heart vigorously: "Here, people who are trusted will stab in with a knife, and people will be confused if they stab in without any precautions. They will be confused, they will doubt themselves, and they will want to escape. I just gave them a key to the door of liberation, and I am helping them!

This world is too dirty and ugly, and it doesn't deserve a clean person like Li Qingli.Disease is the cleanser of the world, it is just cleaning up the garbage that disgusts oneself, why save them, it is obviously in exchange for such an ending, why save them!How foolish! "

He looked at Li Rong, but he seemed to see the appearance of Li Qingli in Li Rong's eyes.

Through those eyes, he yelled at the vanished soul, he was puzzled, he was in pain, he reminded Li Qingli over and over again, don't do this, it's not worth it, but Li Qingli didn't believe him.

He watched such a clean and undefended soul being trampled on by disgusting humanity, he felt sick, he wanted to vomit, but there was a faint pleasure in his heart——

Who told you not to believe me, you should have believed me long ago!

He really wanted to grab Li Rong's shoulder, glared at Li Qingli's eyes that were exactly the same as Li Qingli's, and asked, "Do you regret it? Do you regret it! Do you regret not trusting me!"

But he would never hear the answer.

He watched Li Qingli and Gu Nong die that night, and he sent away the only person who was out of tune with the world, and none of the rest was worthy of his pity, his hesitation, or his reluctance.

But it was also from that night that the only flame of hope for humanity that remained in his heart was completely extinguished.

If Li Qingli had such an ending and was to be treated like this, then indeed, there was nothing to look forward to.

Li Rong looked at him indifferently, and Zhang Zhaohe's dying struggle was reflected in his clear pupils: "Actually, you like my parents very much, you like their fiery vitality, like their beautiful power, like their easy to believe, I like that they treat each other sincerely, and you are very greedy for this kind of warmth, as if a beam of light shines into the dark and cold bottom of the well.

But you hate them because they make you not like yourself, shake your hatred, shake your revenge, you think they are poppies sent by the world to numb you, to soak you in this warmth , forget your painful past, so you want them to die, you have to break free from this addiction.

In the final analysis, you are just mentally distorted, selfish and ugly, don’t give yourself so many high-sounding reasons, because people like you exist, so the world is dirty, and it is you and you who should leave. "

Zhang Zhaohe regained his senses in a trance, and finally calmed down completely.

The eyes of Li Rong and Li Qingli are too similar, yet too unlike.

Li Rong is not Li Qingli, his eyes are cold, wary, hiding plots, poisonous in a beautiful skin, but Li Qingli's eyes are gentle, pure, passionate, like someone who has removed his attack power Sunlight.

For Li Rong, he doesn't need any kindness.

Zhang Zhaohe shrugged, a slit appeared on his purple lips, and deep grooves squeezed out of his loose skin: "I won't admit defeat, it's still early."

"Oh." Li Rong raised his phone, looked at the time, and shook his head regretfully, "It's getting late, the sun has already set."

The sun had indeed set, and the last ray of fiery red light in the sky disappeared, leaving only a thick blue. The mountains in the distance were rarely seen clearly.

Li Rong only said a seemingly ordinary sentence, then walked past Zhang Zhaohe and out the door of the meeting room.

At dusk, under the thick blue sky, daffodils bloom innocently, with white petals and fragrant fragrance.

Zhang Zhaohe rushed over suddenly, grabbed the petals with his fingers, and tore them vigorously. The leaves trembled under the tremendous force, fell apart, and finally turned into a mess.

Zhang Zhaohe lowered his hand, and fragments of petals fell from his palm to the ground. He looked at the passing dusk outside the window, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself: "It's still early, it's not the end yet..."

Two days later, all the places where daffodils were placed in Hongsuo Research Institute were replaced by forget-me-nots. The blue-purple flowers are quiet and docile, with a faint fragrance.

Li Rong left Hongsuo Research Institute, raised his hand and hailed a car, the driver turned his head and asked him, "Where are you going?"

"University A dormitory area... No!" Li Rong paused and thought for a moment, "Go to Changjieli community."

Aunt Hui and Shen Gui both live in Changjieli Community.

Li Rong got out of the car, stepped on the potholed asphalt road, bypassed puddles, stepped over the garbage that was too late to clean up, and walked all the way inside.

He stood next to several trash cans and looked up.

This neighborhood is really too old, the walls of the building have turned into scorched black, and the iron fences outside the lattice windows are covered with thick rust spots.

He vaguely remembered that a few years later, University A planned a large-scale reconstruction plan to overthrow and rebuild the old and dangerous buildings in the city.

This neighborhood in Changjie will definitely be included in the reconstruction, right?

At that time, the house is worth money.

Li Rong raised his legs and walked up the stairs.

Xu Tanghui and Shen Gui were chatting and pinching beans at the stairs, while Tongtong was squatting in front of a small bench doing homework.

Tong Tong's sharp eyes saw Li Rong all of a sudden, she immediately dropped the pen, ran over excitedly, hugged Li Rong's leg, and shouted sweetly, "Brother Li Rong!"

Li Rong lowered his head, reached out and gently rubbed Tongtong's face.

A child's skin is delicate, juicy, full of childishness and vitality.

Now he urgently needs this kind of real and concrete power to fight against the grand and empty indifference in his heart.

Tong Tong raised his head, leaned his body weight on Li Rong, and swayed his calf: "Brother Li Rong came to see me?"

Li Rong nodded and smiled: "Of course."

"Yeah!" Tongtong was quite satisfied.

Shen Gui wiped the mud from her hands, stood up on her knees, and showed a grateful smile to Li Rong: "Tongtong hasn't eaten Jiaketing for more than two months, but his body hasn't deteriorated any more. After the inspection, everything is normal and there is no difference with other children. I don’t plan to move out. The education level here is higher. I plan to set up a food stall and sell noodles from our hometown. If the business is good, it should be better than it is now. Earn twice as much..."

Li Rong bent his eyes and put his arms around Tongtong's shoulders: "Well, keep it, maybe when the neighborhood is remodeled, your house will increase in value."

Shen Gui smiled lightly, her voice choked with sobs: "Thank you, you saved Tongtong and me."

Xu Tanghui hurried back to the house, washed his hands, and took out a stack of tissues for Shen Gui: "Oh, why are you crying all of a sudden, don't scare Tongtong."

Li Rong turned to Xu Tanghui, and said softly, "Aunt Hui, I will clear your innocence soon."

Xu Tanghui's movements froze slightly, her eyes trembled, and then she frantically restrained her emotions.

She gently wiped her hands on the corner of her clothes, repeated them over and over again, then lowered her head and said in a low voice: "Li Rong, many of the people who witnessed it more than ten years ago are still at work, and now tell them..."

She knew the ins and outs of the matter, why she was wronged, and why the Ninth District blocked the news.

It's all because she is an insignificant person, sacrificing one of her can bring more people's safety.

These people each have their own purpose, use each other, and fight against each other. On the contrary, she is the most marginalized and the most ignorant.

She was actually angry, but as time went by, she began to understand again.

She has read many books, and she knows that there are too many similar things and people with the same disease in history, this is reality.

From a macro point of view, they are so inconspicuous, but once they try to pry the truth, there will be an unpredictable chain reaction.

Those who participated back then were not only Zhang Zhaohe, who had a ulterior motive, Han Jiang, who used his power for personal gain, but also the leaders of University A.

Once it is exposed, the reputation of the ghost eye team in charge of Cen Wei, the nationally renowned university A, will be damaged.

I don't know how long it will take before they can regain their credibility.

Of course she doesn't feel sorry for those who have nothing to do with her, but Cen Wei is in the ghost eye group, Li Rong, Jian Fu, Ji Xiaochuan is in A University, she cares about the people around her.

Li Rong shook his head helplessly: "Aunt Hui, you don't have to think too much, no matter what the result is, they deserve it."

Xu Tanghui raised his head and struggled to say: "Then what can Cen Wei do? This kind of thing happened just after he took over the Ghost Eye Team. The common people don't care who Han Jiang is. If they want to scold him, they can scold the Ghost Eye Team. He still has to clean up the mess." !"

Li Rong was silent for a while, then said solemnly: "Aunt Hui, it's been 14 years, the victims have the right to be treated fairly, don't continue to wrong yourself."

Xu Tanghui's eye circles immediately turned red.

Wronged.

Yes, wronged.

She was soaked in grievances, until she almost forgot what it felt like to be wronged.

It was Li Rong who appeared in front of her booth that day, aroused her grievances a little bit, and brought something called hope.

The fate of people is really strange, maybe she will stay in A University all her life, and she can't wait for a fair ending, but Li Rong just appeared.

Then, she trusted Li Rong with care and help, little by little, until today.

Xu Tanghui knew that Li Rong had promised to clear up her grievances, and he would definitely do it.

Do it at any cost.

Xu Tanghui nodded slowly, sobbing softly: "Okay, okay..."

That night, Cen Wei drove Li Rong home from the long street.

At Aunt Hui's house, Li Rong ate Shen Gui's stewed noodles with beans and pork ribs. It was Shen Gui's mother's handicraft.

Li Rong ate a bit too much and needed to digest before he could fall asleep.

So he and Cen Xiao spent as much energy as they could, finally washed their bodies, and lay lazily on the bed.

Li Rong leaned against Cen Xun's arms, glanced at Cen Xun from the corner of his eye, and then leaned his head on his shoulder: "After the incident is exposed, you will be very busy, right?"

Cen Xiao stroked his smooth shoulders and gave a soft "hmm".

Li Rong sighed: "Aunt Hui is afraid to cause you trouble."

Cen Wei: "It doesn't matter. The Ninth District has been aloof and ungrounded for a long time. It needs a heavy hammer to wake up."

Li Rong rubbed against his arms, sat up, and looked at Cen Wei: "Although I don't want to say it, I still feel..."

I feel sorry for Cen Xiao.

In fact, he had thought about exposing this matter first, letting Han Jiang clean up the mess, and then Cen Wei would go up again.

But in that case, the reaction of the Ninth District may not be under their control.

If you want to be safe, the Ninth District must have the final say on Cen Wei.

Whether it's an apology, taking responsibility, compensating for losses, or rectifying regulations.

But in this matter, Cen Xiao became the most unlucky one.

He still feels a little distressed.

"I feel very happy in my heart." Cen Wei pulled Li Rong and kissed him on the lips, "I can live, fight side by side with you, and achieve my goal step by step. I have never felt that life is so meaningful. If I had known, I want to fall in love with you earlier, and fall in love with you the first time I see you."

Li Rong's eyes were moistened by his kiss, and his breathing was slightly rapid, but he still couldn't help correcting him: "It's the first time you see me, am I still a child being hugged?"

Cen Ling smiled lowly: "Aren't you also a child being hugged now, what's the difference?"

A cunning flashed in Li Rong's eyes, he knelt on Cen Xiao's lap, leaned close to Cen Xiao's ear, and said in a wet tone: "Of course there is a difference, now I am being hugged by my husband."