The right way to break up with a lawyer

[Because you are very good. 】

After Zhao Ling's figure disappeared around the corner, Jin Boshan suddenly said, "Did you hear that?"

"Father is still as keen as ever." Jian Shaojun flashed out from behind a stone pillar outside the greenhouse, and he didn't know how long he had been here.

Jin Boshan snorted and laughed: "A know son is better than a father, you'd be damned if you were willing to leave him alone."

Jian Shaojun didn't say yes or no, he just walked into the conservatory and bowed slightly to Jin Boshan: "I'm here to tell you, we'll be leaving this afternoon."

"What?" Jin Boshan knocked on the table, "Afraid I'll eat your little lover?"

"No." Jian Shaojun said firmly, "He is not my lover."

Jin Boshan was caught in the throat immediately, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Do you think I am stupid? Or blind?"

"You are neither stupid nor blind." Jian Shaojun raised his drooping eyes, which were like cold stars. Even Jin Boshan felt that he should wear more clothes, and then he heard Jian Shaojun pause: "He's not a lover, and never will be." Then he turned around and left without nostalgia.

Not a lover.

Jin Boshan was so angry that he slapped the bamboo teacup on the table: "Aren't they lovers like this?" Jin Boshan laughed angrily, "Huh? It's like staring at people, lest I eat him , is this called a lover?"

The butler was silent, seeing Jin Boshan squinting at him, he said, "Master, maybe what the young master said is just the literal meaning."

"What literally?"

"They're not 'lover'. "The butler bit the word "lover" very hard.

In an instant, Jin Boshan fell silent. He pulled back the Buddhist bracelet on his wrist and coiled it little by little. He suddenly said, "Tell me, does he still hate me?"

The butler didn't make a sound, he knew that what the master wanted at this moment was not an answer.

The cold wind blew through the bamboo grove behind the greenhouse, and it was rustling. Two figures sat and stood, and they didn't move for a long time.

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When Zhao Ling returned to Jian Shaojun's room, he found that Jian Shaojun was not there. He didn't have a computer on him, so he was helpless even if he wanted to work.What's more, Zhao Ling is not in the mood to work now. Although the anger aroused in his heart has subsided a lot with the words he said, it still stirs his heart like a small flame.For Jian Shaojun, and for Zhao Ling's bad memories.

——"You are an older brother, you have to let your younger brother go."

——"He is still young, he is not sensible, and you are not sensible either?"

——"He didn't mean it either, how can you care about a child?"

child?

Zhao Ling thought this might be the reason why he never considered having children.

He couldn't figure out why a child could hurt others willfully without taking any responsibility, and he couldn't figure out why a child so much younger than him could yell "sonofbitch" at the classmate he brought home, and he couldn't even figure out a The kid would throw all his things out of the room just because their mother politely said "would you like to stay two more days".

Zhao Ling can imagine that if their age gap is close enough, the so-called "children" will do even more terrible things.

Just like what Jin Chengye did to Jian Shaojun.

Why did all the attendants insist on calling Jian Shaojun "Jian Shao", Zhao Ling thought it was not the old man's request.

Because that butler is the only one who can call Jian Shaojun "Young Master", and as the old man's butler for decades, Zhao Ling thinks it is impossible for him to knowingly commit a crime.

Then the purpose of those who would do this is also obvious - to remind Jian Shaojun that you are not the real young master of this family, you are just an adopted son.

Since it wasn't the old man who asked for that, then there must be Jin Chengye among the people who asked them to call him that.

Living under the fence, relying on others, Zhao Ling has counted the days like this, many days and nights he fantasizes that he can run away from home.He can go anywhere, but this is not his home anyway.

So at this moment, Zhao Ling is sitting in front of Jian Shaojun's desk, looking at the thin textbooks on the bookshelf hanging on the desk, as if the two lonely teenagers who were separated by an ocean at that time were miraculously merged into one.

Zhao Ling reached out and took down a textbook. When he opened the first page, he found a piece of yellowed A4 paper folded in half. When he unfolded it, he found that it was the annual calendar of a certain year.

Every date in the first two-thirds of the calendar has been crossed out, and all the crosses stop before September 9.

Zhao Ling calculated the year and found that this time should be the year when Jian Shaojun was 18 years old.

Although he was no longer in China after primary school, Zhao Ling still remembers that every September [-]st he would carry a brand new schoolbag with the most popular pencil case of that year, and his father would take him by the hand and send him to school.In his longest memory, his mother would also send him off, but I don’t know when the threesome turned into two people.Later, he was alone.

After tidying up the old and useless memories and putting them at the bottom of the box, Zhao Ling folded the paper and continued to look down.

Jian Shaojun's name was written on the yellowed pages. The beautiful and sharp font, although it looked neat and immature compared to now, was still pleasing to the eye.The corner of Zhao Ling's mouth was smiling. It turned out that Lawyer Jian also had a youthful youth, so I don't know if he was as cold at that time as he is now.

But when he turned to the second page, the smile on his lips disappeared without a trace in an instant. A huge cross was drawn on the back of the beautiful font, and an ugly font was used for the position of the directory on the right. It says "wild species".

Zhao Ling's fingers squeezed the old pages out of the pages, and the rattling sound was like the sound of the flames burning in his eyes.

"Take it easy, this book is out of print."

Zhao Ling turned his head abruptly, and found Jian Shaojun standing behind him at some point, with one hand in his pocket, with a gentle smile on his face.

"What did Jin Chengye do?"

"Probably." Jian Shaojun smiled nonchalantly, "Catching thieves and taking stolen goods, I was young and I didn't have enough tools to catch them, but he is probably the one with such ugly handwriting."

"He's gone too far." Zhao Ling's cheeks were tense because of gritting his teeth, "Is no one caring?"

"The old man always feels indebted to him, so he turns a blind eye." Jian Shaojun gently stroked the back of Zhao Ling's hand, and patted it, "It's all over."

Zhao Ling closed his eyes forcefully, Jin Chengye's haughty face from last night could still be seen in front of his eyes, and he said in a very low voice: "What a fart in the past, he doesn't think he missed anything."

"I don't need him to feel that he is wrong." Jian Shaojun said slowly, "Sooner or later, he will regret what he said."

Zhao Ling quickly went through the pages of the book. He didn't turn over every page, but even so, he could still see that the pages were drawn with marker pens that obviously did not belong to Jian Shaojun.

Without waiting for Zhao Ling to open the book carefully to see what was written in the markers, Jian Shaojun reached out and took the book out of his hand: "There's nothing to see, don't you want to see my childhood photos?" A photo album was removed from the bookshelf.

The photo album is very thin, Zhao Ling always felt that there were not enough photos of himself when he was a child, but Jian Shaojun didn't expect that there were even fewer.

To be more precise, this is a birthday photo album. Except for the first photo of the full moon, the time in the lower right corner of the other photos is written on November 11.

The photo paper of the first photo has been covered by the light and shadow of time. In the yellowed photo, Jian Shaojun, who is a baby, is held in a woman's arms.

Although the camera failed to capture her facial features, Zhao Ling still felt that she was a gentle woman with a good face.

The photos captured the corners of some plastic tables and chairs and white lace sofa covers, just like most ordinary people in that era, Zhao Ling was sure that this should not be in Jin's house.

The second photo is when Jian Shaojun was one year old, a man is holding Jian Shaojun by the hand, and Jian Shaojun is learning to walk stumblingly.

The third photo is when he was two years old, still in that old set of furniture, the chubby Jian Shaojun is earnestly closing his little hands, making a wish on a cake with only one candle lit.The photo shows the silhouettes of a man and a woman, but it is blurred and not so real, their faces cannot be seen. The woman is more in the picture, and her raised belly shows that she is pregnant with a new life.

The fourth photo is when Jian Shaojun was six years old. There was a big cake in front of him, but his little face, which no longer had baby fat, did not have the slightest smile.His background is no longer the old furniture, but a bright room.

Zhao Ling couldn't help looking at Jian Shaojun: "Where's the photo in the middle?"

"In the past few years..." Jian Shaojun recalled a little bit, "I probably haven't celebrated my birthday."

"Why?" After Zhao Ling asked this question, he regretted it, fearing that it would hit Jian Shaojun's bad memories, but Jian Shaojun didn't seem to care.

Instead, he smiled and said, "You must not know how this photo came about. It was requested by the school teacher to submit a family photo, but I couldn't submit it. It happened to be my birthday when I called the old man, so I asked With such a photo."

Zhao Ling turned a page back: "Are these your parents?"

"En." Jian Shaojun replied flatly, "This is my sister." He pointed at the woman's swollen belly.

"You don't have a photo together?"

Jian Shaojun shook his head: "We didn't grow up together, and I didn't even know I had such a younger sister before I graduated from university." He stretched out his hands to hold the three photos in front, "I just took these three photos a few years ago. Well, as far as I can remember, I haven't met my mother, let alone my sister."

Zhao Ling's heart seems to have been severely grabbed by someone, but it is true that many people will not adopt their brothers and sisters together in order to better integrate the adopted children into the new family, but why did Mr. Jin adopt Jian Shaojun in the first place? ?Jin Chengye is three years younger than Jian Shaojun. Calculating the time, the difference between the time when Jian Shaojun was adopted and the time when Jin Chengye was there will not be too big. Could it be that it is the same as in ancient times, choosing a book boy for the young master?

The following photos are basically the same, except for Jian Shaojun's gradual withdrawal, there seems to be no change, including the fact that he has never had a smile on his face.

"You were so cool when you were a kid? You don't smile on your birthday?"

Jian Shaojun chuckled lightly, stretched out his hand to touch the villain in the photo, and said after a while, "I hated this day very much when I was young."

"Why?" Zhao Ling looked back at Jian Shaojun in surprise, looking at Jian Shaojun from this angle, he could just see the complicated expression on his face.

"Because this day means that Jin Chengye will trouble me for a day. He will do a lot of extreme things, but no one will stop him, even those who usually stop him will always feel that he is owed at this time." Jian Shaojun's voice lowered, and the temperature gradually faded, "And I always think about one question on this day-why they still want to give birth to me even though they don't want me?"

Zhao Ling stood up and stared at Jian Shaojun's expression, then suddenly opened his arms and hugged him tightly: "Your parents must love you very much."

"Perhaps." Jian Shaojun gently rested his chin on Zhao Ling's shoulder. The fragrance of the white shirt mixed with Zhao Ling's usual cotton scent made Jian Shaojun close his eyes. It's like a revolving lantern in front of you.

love?But when the bullying happened scene after scene, the tall person in my own eyes just pulled them away and told him, you are good and sensible, it was his fault, but you let him; you still avoided seeing them for more than 20 years is love?

But don't you love it?The hand that had lost its softness and luster reluctantly held her hand, saying that she misses herself very much, and has been thinking about it for so many years... and the person who was once tall and now a little weak said with all her strength when she was notified that she was critically ill. "I'm sorry", saying that he is not a competent father.

Jian Shaojun didn't know that he had never had pure love, and all the love he touched was complicated and heavy.

As if loving him was a sin, a love that can only be spit out when you are about to die.

"I don't care anymore, and I don't want to know anymore." Jian Shaojun put his arms around Zhao Ling's waist, and completed the hug. He tried his best to absorb the warmth and strength of this hug. After a long time, Jian Shaojun murmured , "I should have kept you away from me."

"Why?" While speaking, Zhao Ling tightened his arms, and he couldn't think of any reason to stay farther away.

"I never got something pure. When I did get it, I was afraid that I would never be willing to let it go."

Zhao Ling's voice was tight, and he vaguely felt that they were talking about a very important topic, but when he wanted to talk, he heard Jian Shaojun "shh": "Listen to me."

"What do you say."

"Don't worry about me, I never planned to let Jin Chengye go, it's just not now."

Jian Shaojun tilted his head slightly, his slightly cool nose touched the artery in Zhao Ling's neck, rubbed it nostalgicly, then reluctantly moved away, and asked a strange question: "Have you seen a vampire movie?"

"I've seen it, why did you ask that suddenly?" Zhao Ling felt numbness on the back of his neck when Jian Shaojun's breathing rubbed against him, making him dodge uncomfortably.

"Don't leave your neck to a vampire." Jian Shaojun closed his eyes and murmured, "I am a law-abiding person at best, but I am not a good person."

"Is that not enough?" Zhao Ling laughed, "Jian Lv is so demanding of himself?"

Jian Shaojun didn't speak, but he heard his answer——

because you are good.

After you get hurt, you choose to keep the wound to yourself, but I just want the perpetrator to be covered in bruises.

The author says:

Zhao Ling: So you have been talking so mysteriously for so long that you want to drink my blood?

Jian Shaojun: You can also understand it that way.

Zhao Ling: So before you drink blood, do you take anesthesia? Are you drunk?I'm still afraid of pain.

Jian Shaojun: Zhao Ling: Oh, by the way, I seem to have some signs of a cold this morning, and the white blood cells in the blood may be high.Do you want to drink it in two days?

Jian Shaojun (quickly): I mean, tonight we are eating blood.

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After talking about the decoration for a whole day, it was really exhausting to get home after one o'clock in the morning.

This chapter is 4200+. Originally, this chapter was also 5000+, but it happened to be broken here.

So tomorrow’s word count will be supplemented by another 800 (only a lot more, okay——

In the previous chapter, the red envelope has been sent——

——Tao who is still coding at [-]:[-] in the morning;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!