Chosen unlucky guy

——For many years later, Zhao Yuanjun often recalled this moment.

She saw the boy who looked very similar to her younger brother who had been missing for more than ten years standing not far away, lowering her head at a loss, as if what she had made was an excessive request; this reminded her suddenly of the two It seems to be the same scene when people meet for the first time. In front of the police station, He Jingle, who was unfamiliar at that time, smiled and said: "It's okay, this is also a very special fate!"

But at that time, how could the two of them have thought that this fate has been involved for such a long time, and in the end it still didn't even have a decent ending?

Sometimes Zhao Yuanjun suspects that her care for He Jingle is mixed with empathy for her missing brother, but in these moments, she will indeed clearly realize that He Jingle and Zhao Yuansi are completely different people.

She is the sober person from the beginning to the end of this ridiculous drama, and she has witnessed the accumulation and transmission of feelings. Therefore, when the accident happened and He Jingle was finally dragged down by this dilapidated family, she would immediately think, To push the other party away, the farther the better, it doesn't matter if you hate or resent, as long as you live in peace and health.

It's like she firmly believes that her Yuan Si is also living in a corner of the world without fear.

Zhao Yuanjun's tears finally welled up in her eyes, she staggered towards He Jingle, her stiletto heel slipped into the gap between the pavement and floor tiles, the latter supported her steadily, but she couldn't care less, she kept crying Shaking her head, it took a long time to say a complete sentence: "Xiao Le, I'm sorry for you, sister."

She has so many things she wants to say, but when it comes to her mouth, she can only think of this sentence, but how can such a complicated bond between them be completely erased by an apology, no one in this world is better than them It's more like family.

She even fantasized that if there hadn't been that disappearance, if Yuan Si was still there, would they still meet on a certain occasion, without these twists and turns and estrangements, and with a similar face, they would become real siblings ?

"Xiao Le," Zhao Yuanjun choked up and said, "Sister is just afraid that you will..."

Her face suddenly turned cold, and when she looked up, it turned out that He Jingle had wiped her tears with a tissue, and the other party's eye circles were also red, and she said softly: "I know, sister, just like I only want you and Ju Mom, as long as we're all safe, there's always hope, isn't there?"

He Jingle finally learned something without a teacher at this time, knowing that in this world, it is not only by seeing each other from time to time to maintain a relationship, just like he is with the Zhao family, even if he never sees each other, he will miss him for the rest of his life.

"Stop crying, sister," he said, "Come on, give me a hug!"

Time goes back to a long, long time ago, when Zhao Yuanjun and He Jingle met for the first time.

About a year ago, when the latter was just in college.It was the period when Ju Tingping was most seriously ill, her memory was fading, and she couldn't distinguish the year and year; Zhao Yuanjun placed her in a nursing home, but the high medical expenses made her busy day and night, and even Ju Tingping Ping rarely had the opportunity to visit, until one day, the person in charge of the nursing home called and told her that Ju Tingping was missing.

An ordinary and sick middle-aged woman somehow escaped numerous security guards and disappeared under the eyes of everyone.

After hearing the news, Zhao Yuanjun searched like crazy for two whole days, and the missing person notices were posted all over the street, but Ju Tingping seemed to have evaporated, no one in such a huge imperial capital had seen where she went; At that time, He Jingle made the first phone call and asked carefully: "Hello, is this Ms. Zhao Yuanjun?"

At the police station, Zhao Yuanjun saw Ju Tingping, who had been missing for two days, and an unlucky guy she was holding on to—that is, Young Master He himself.

He Jingle didn't know the twists and turns at that time, because he had just started his freshman year and he was not familiar with the imperial capital, so he often came to stay on Ganlu Road; today is the same, who knows that he just went downstairs to help Ting When my aunt was shopping for a dish, a woman rushed out, grabbed him like crazy, and insisted on saying: He is her son.

He wanted to justify, but the woman was crying so sadly, young master He was born in a wealthy family, and since he was a child, he has never seen his parents, who are two strong businessmen, lose their temper like this, and he couldn't bear it for a while; Just glanced at the uniform hospital uniform worn by the other party——

Well, it's kind of crazy.

There were more and more crowds watching, and Qi Qi, who was looking at some unworthy descendants, circled him in the center. He was so embarrassed that he picked his toes on the ground, and finally said: "Auntie, I'm really not your son."

Ju Tingping was crying, and she didn't know how she could slap his butt so firmly and firmly: "Call me mom!"

"..."

He Jingle said kindly, "Mom, I'm really not your son."

As soon as he said this, let alone the crowd, even he himself noticed something was wrong. He felt that he couldn't say such a demented thing after 30 years without his brain stem being ripped out; The very wealthy young master looked at Ju Tingping, who was haggard and decayed beside him, and finally snorted and spat: "Bah, white-eyed wolf!"

"Hey, I said—"

Young Master He, who was scolded innocently, couldn't bear it at that time. He touched his trouser pocket and wanted to take out his ID card, but he hadn't brought it yet; in the end, he could only stare at Ju Tingping, who stopped crying Then she turned and rustled his face, and asked, "Yuan Si, why have you grown so much taller?"

This is sound, He Jingle thought, and replied very reservedly: "It's not bad, it's only 186.12cm."

"It's weird," Ju Tingping was still muttering, "I've never heard of a child growing so tall at your age."

"So I'm not your son!"

"Bullshit!"

Ju Tingping was still holding on to He Jingle's collar tightly, and with the other hand, she took out a photo that seemed to be very old. The boy on it was smiling at the camera, and he looked only in his early ten years old. Looking at it this way, it looks very similar to the current He Jingle.

He Jingle started to be in a daze from the first time he saw the photo, and thought through three thoughts one by one in his mind, the first one: Damn, how could it be so similar?

The second one: Damn, it can't be me, right?

The third one: Damn, is it true that my dad picked me up from the trash can?

In his frenzy and confusion, the first thing he reacted was to take out his cell phone and send a text message to his dad: [Dad, I will never be angry with you again. ]

He Hongguang was in a meeting, and felt very relieved after reading it. He was ready to take out his wallet, but He Jingle sent another message quickly: [Dad, am I your own?Can a paternity test be done in the building our family voted for the hospital? ]

He Hongguang: "..."

He replied forcefully with one word: [Go away. ]

So, young master He is more or less a bit of a shy m attribute who is not comfortable being scolded.

He took back his phone—and called Aunt Ting to ask her to come downstairs to help him out. Although he was still shocked by the similarity, he still decided to let this farce stop here. Ting Ping said: "This is your son? It looks like he's only in his teens, but I'm almost twenty."

"Auntie," he said kindly, "Oh no, Mom... Auntie, I'm really not your son. My name is He Jingle, I live in the building next door, and I'll be 20 soon. Even if it's based on age, we're definitely fine. ,Yes or no?"

Ju Tingping didn't speak for a while, but the hand that was clutching his sleeve slipped down, just as Aunt Ting was breaking through the crowd, walking this way "hey hey hey". It was the lost aunt who was sent to the police station, but before 110 was pressed, the woman standing over there was very panicked and said: "...20 years old?"

"Why are you already 20 years old?"

The south wind knows what I mean

This woman, who was left in the past by time, seemed to wake up for a moment. The suddenly strange world made her subconsciously look at the only familiar person here; now she can see clearly: the 20-year-old He Jingle has a beautiful and delicate face There are outlines of people that she may never see again in this life, as if they are the same everywhere, and they seem to be different everywhere.

She and her beloved young son are not separated for ten hours, not for ten days, but for ten years when spring and autumn change, which can change the whole world.

She took a trembling step back, staring at He Jingle's face suddenly, thinking: Then, what year is it now?