The ruffian is hard to guard

Three o'clock in the afternoon, coffee shop.

The man opposite the young man was unrefined and handsome, and it was unbearable to criticize.

Fei Fan added oil to himself several times before bringing a little bit of sternness to the surface, and asked in an emphatic tone: "Aren't you going to confess and be lenient? Tell me."

Zhan Changsong pulled the cigarette out of the cigarette box very skillfully, before he was able to put it in his mouth, Fei Fan yanked it off: "Don't smoke, it stinks to death."

The man chuckled, and indulged, "I know you love me, so stop smoking."

He took a sip of water to moisten his dry throat, "Where do you confess? Just say what comes to mind."

His finger tapped twice on the table, which was a small subconscious movement when he was speaking seriously: "I entered the game this time in a strange way, and I want to find out who framed me? What's the purpose? Because they are here I am in the dark, I have not seen you for your safety."

The man shook his head helplessly: "But I kept things simple. It wasn't that I didn't see you, they wouldn't be able to find you. If you hadn't recorded that tape, they would have been arrested by the police a long time ago. What methods are used against you to force me to compromise."

Fei Fan thought of Mr. Song in the recording, and also thought of the equity transfer letter that Xu Yinong handed him, and suddenly felt a little panicked.

"Who is the surname Song mentioned in the recording?" he asked.

"Song Zhiwen, Lixing Group's third largest shareholder." Zhan Changsong said lightly.

Fei Fan lowered his head, fiddled with the water glass in front of him, and remained silent.

The sun was slanting westward, and the sunlight poured in along the window of the cafe, and fell on the young man's hair and eyelashes, diluting the thick black color, as if there was a layer of milky white, which looked a little soft and waxy. Pitiful.

Zhan Changsong reached out and rubbed the head of the person opposite him pitifully, and then took his hand: "You know, I am also a shareholder of Lixing Group, accounting for 12% of the shares."

The young man still didn't speak, but pulled his hand slightly outward.

Zhan Changsong has plenty of strength, so naturally he won't let him escape: "I didn't deliberately hide this matter from you, because it really doesn't matter in my heart. Sometimes I can't remember my identity once a year."

Fei Fan finally looked up at the man, with doubts in his eyes.

"Do you know how I became a shareholder?" The man tapped the table again, the shadow of his fingers cut off the fine light reflected from the cup, his expression fell into memory.

"I was abducted by human traffickers when I was 5 years old and sold to a big mountain in Henan. The family treated me badly, and I was beaten even if I didn't have enough to eat."

"What! You were trafficked when you were a child?" Fei Fan suddenly raised his head with surprised eyes.

Zhan Changsong raised his hand and wiped the young man's red eyes: "Well, don't cry, am I fine now?"

"I remember early. I knew that I was not the biological child of that family, and I vaguely remembered that my home seemed to be in the north. When I was 7 years old, I hid in a tractor delivering corn to the county and escaped from that village. I remember that it was In late autumn, it was terribly cold, and I only wore summer single clothes, begging for trains all the way back to the Northeast."

Speaking of this, the man's face became a little more tender: "Fortunately, I met a few good people on the road, otherwise I would have died of freezing and starving."

"However, it was the kind deeds of these good people that made me relax my vigilance and trust an old thief. He tricked me into their den."

Fei Fan's heart shuddered, and he wrapped Zhan Changsong's hand in his backhand: "...Zhan Changsong, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

The man smiled lightly, and regained his unrestrained vigor, he patted Fei Fan's hand twice to comfort him: "It's okay, your partner has already passed the age of being sad because of these things."

"I have been in the thief gang for two and a half years, and I was basically beaten all day long. Because I didn't steal from the elderly, the sick, or those who saw life was not going well, I was extremely disliked by the leaders of the organization. One night I got up at night, I overheard them saying they were going to beat me up and put me on the street to beg for money. At that time, I was really terrified and felt that I had no choice but to escape. So I planned for a week, and finally escaped when the people who guarded us were relaxed Come out and go all the way north to our county."

In just a few words, Zhan Changsong said it easily, but Fei Fan felt a cold sweat. He never thought that Zhan Changsong, who was careless and out of shape, would have such a miserable life experience and a thrilling journey!

He never mentioned his family, relatives and friends. Fei Fan took it for granted that he was an orphan, or his parents died young, but he didn't know that he had gone through so much suffering and experienced the darkest moments of his life.

Even so, he still did not compromise with fate and was not knocked down. Such a small child would have to struggle under the ravages of fate to find a way out.

If he obeys his fate and becomes a scum, a scumbag, everyone in the world will shed tears of sympathy and lament that his fate is bad.But not only was he not disabled or crooked, but he also helped the world by taking care of himself.

Before the "Top Ten Youths", everyone scolded him as old man Zhan, and after he got on the podium, the world praised him as a good man Zhan.

But who really felt sorry for him?Even I didn't really approach him, understand him, ask him about his past and experiences, and took it for granted to be a boyfriend that I thought was good.

Distressed to the point of gouging and cutting, the eye sockets became hot.Fei Fan took the man's hand and stood up, went to sit beside him, and put his tall body into his arms with great effort.

Zhan Changsong is actually not very sad. Although his life experience is miserable and his growth process is difficult, but these things have passed for too long, and he is not a person who is obsessed with the past and mourns the past. After that, when I think of which point I accidentally touched, it seems like a lifetime away.

But Mr. Fei felt sorry for him, it was different, he made people angry, and now the people who miss him take the initiative to hug him, he naturally would not give up the hard-won opportunity, so he carefully managed the expression on his face, Make yourself look a little more pitiful.

"And then?" Fei Fan raised his wet eyes and asked after a long time.

Zhan Changsong moved the corners of his stiff lips, and continued: "Then I settled down and worked as helpers, errands, and odd jobs for others, and I was able to survive. But because I was too young, there were not many things I could do. There are often times when the last meal can’t be answered, there are also times when the little money I earn is robbed by hooligans, and there are times when I can’t find a job in winter.”

"One time, I really couldn't find any money. I was so hungry that my chest was pressed against my back, and my eyes were sparkling. I had no choice but to sell a piece of news I heard to the old man in the waste recycling plant."

"What news?" Fei Fan asked.

"I heard by chance that some hooligans were going to steal second-hand goods from the waste factory. The time and plan were all set, and it was almost time to implement it. I was young at that time, and anyone could step on it. I never provoke those people to protect myself. Rogue, but I was too hungry that time, so I had to think of this way."

"Old man Ding is a lonely old man who owns a large waste recycling plant. He has a stubborn temper and a dark mouth, so none of the small workers he hired has a manager. Those gangsters are trying to take advantage of him to drive the small workers away again. , Stealing when he is the only one left in the waste factory.”

Zhan Changsong smiled smugly, and subconsciously touched the cigarette again. He was patted lightly by the young man before withdrawing his hand embarrassingly: "It's just that they didn't succeed that time, and old man Ding called the police. I told old man Ding the news, and he Give me ten dollars."

"Later, I was thick-skinned. As long as I couldn't eat, I went to the waste factory to help with work. When old man Ding saw me coming, he either scolded me or hurt me. He never chased me away. I sat on the Kang when it was meal time. He never refused to let me serve the bowl."

"Later I found out that I made money by buying and selling. After saving a little money, I started to buy and sell small items from needles and threads to earn a meager price difference. After I had some money, my waist straightened up, and I went to Lao Dingtou. Xian Pai, buy him wine, cigarettes, and pig’s head meat, Lao Dingtou is a black heart, he eats the meat I bought while scolding me, that’s a good thing.”