20 billion year old boyfriend

From the beginning of the trial of the case three years ago, Ying Yuchu began to abuse himself, and his mother became a screaming lunatic. Seeing that Ying Yuchu still kept a little bit of love, and later found that he often abused himself, she began to curse him and insult him. Ying Yuchu was unmoved, and pretended to be more like a lunatic, mocking and mocking himself.

Ying Yuchu knew that she was faking it.

The whole manor was full of smoke, butler Deans and several servants left one after another.

Two months later, the Ying family came and took them to China, that larger and deeper villa.

Ying Wangfeng looked at Ying Yuchu and said: The descendants of the Ying family must always recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors. As for Ying Changren's death, he kept silent.

He has many nephews and nieces, brothers and sisters, and uncles, but to him they are just strangers.

Mother doesn't have to pretend to be crazy, she even carefully decorated her new house, but it became very quiet, which may be another manifestation of madness.

Ying Yuchu's self-abuse tendency became more and more serious, and his body healed faster and faster.

Ying Wangfeng did not give up on his cultivation because of his eyes, let alone relax his requirements because of this.

The old man's gaze is always unique and profound. He sees through the future position of each Ying family child - in society and in this big family.

What he shapes is not an individual, but an enduring whole.

Three years later, in 1988, the eighth child of Yuzi's generation was born. Li Heqing came to Yingjiazhuang and alarmed Ying Yuchu's mother. She recognized the young soldier behind the general from a distance.

Jiang Jishan became the youngest student at the National Military Academy, which made her go crazy again.

When Ying Yuchu heard the name that had been in the dust for three years, he was touching the Braille. His hand paused, and he just touched a word - light.

"That devil appeared! That devil, he ruined our family, he put...he put..." She pressed Ying Yuchu's shoulder, forcing him to face her, gritting her teeth and saying something, Ying Yuchu He didn't hear clearly, since he heard the name, his mind went blank, as if struck by lightning.

"He killed your father and me... that devil! Sooner or later he will die, he will repent to the Lord sooner or later, and he will die in front of the Lord sooner or later!"

"Did you hear that? Ah Chu, that demon is back to kill us!" She shook her son vigorously.

Ying Yuchu finally retorted: "No, he wouldn't do that..." He didn't even know what he said, it was the subconscious denial of his brain, and he didn't want to believe his mother's words.

The mother squinted her beautiful eyes and stared at him coldly: "You are not my son...how could you be my son? Hehe...you are just a lunatic who likes to be abused!" She screamed and grabbed a porcelain cup, Hit him on the head.

Ying Yuchu pushed her away and ran out, his forehead healed in the wind without any trace.

He hid in the garden in the dark, broke a small potted plant there, and cut himself with pieces of china.

His ears are more useful than his eyes. He heard someone approaching, his military boots stepping on the soft soil, he heard the flowers and leaves gently brushing his arms, he heard him standing there with a complex expression, and the slight sound was pleasant .

However, Ying Yuchu was not happy at all, he didn't know what he was doing, he was chaotic.

Until Jiang Jishan grabbed his wrist, as if he had been scalded, he retracted, and the tile scratched the back of Jiang Jishan's hand.

The next day, the mother committed suicide.He fainted from crying in Jiang Jishan's arms, and when he was half asleep and half awake, he could often feel that Jiang Jishan was holding him and comforting him, just like in the forest, every time he was afraid.

But now, the only light in his heart told him that he killed his father.

The funeral took place on the afternoon of the seventh day in a cemetery in the city. After the procedure was completed, no one cried.

Because Ying Changren was kicked out of the family in the early years, he married a wife and had children in the United States. Therefore, for many Ying family members, the mother and son did not have a strong sense of identity and integration.

Ying Yuchu was wearing a clean white suit, and his slightly curly hair made him look more like a prince. His expression was indifferent, and all the tears that should be shed had already flowed away.

Jiang Jishan didn't attend, he didn't want to see the fake corpse - that woman was probably dead and still staring at him fiercely.

He sat in the courtyard of the sky, looked up and saw white clouds flying by, like weeds, a solid tree, and two clouds turned into the two running children in the field, one tall and one short.

"Can I ask what you're thinking?"

Jiang Jishan saw Ying Chuanhao walking towards him with a basketball in his hands, but the six-year-old child's eyes were full of wisdom.

"Your fourth uncle."

Ying Chuanhao's eyes widened: "You two knew each other before?"

"We're friends."

He sat on the wooden ladder next to Jiang Jishan: "I thought fourth uncle was lonely and didn't have a single friend."

Jiang Jishan said: "It's not that he is withdrawn, it's just that he doesn't bother talking to others."

Ying Chuanhao looked at him in surprise: "Is there any difference?"

"..."

He fiddled with the basketball: "Can you play?"

"……Won't."

After the funeral, Ying Yuchu came back with that young man. His name was Ying Changjie, and he was the youngest of the elders. He was the first to arrive at the scene that day, and most of the affairs in the village went through his hands.The funeral of the third lady was also arranged by him.

He saw Ying Chuanhao actually teaching Jiang Jishan how to play under the night light, he smiled rarely.

Ying Yuchu heard his smile and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"Your old friend can't play ball."

"He is not."

Ying Changjie immediately answered, "It's not what?"

"He's not my friend."

"Hmm..." Ying Changjie sighed regretfully, and said again: "It's okay, Chuan Hao will be friends with him, he must be the most outstanding soldier, and the Ying family will need him in the future."

Ying Yuchu was expressionless: "He is an outstanding devil."

Ying Changjie was thoughtful.

Jiang Jishan stopped, and the basketball bounced lonely on the ground.

Ying Chuanhao looked at him strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's hard." Jiang Jishan spoke bluntly.

"Chuan Hao, come to my room to play games." Ying Changjie called him loudly.

"No, I'm not free." He was about to comfort his new friend.

"Don't you listen to Master Seventeen?"

Ying Changjie was two generations older than him, and this generation suppressed him, so Ying Chuanhao obediently left.

Jiang Jishan sat alone in the courtyard of the God of the Night, and the starry sky was twisted and compressed again.