The real young master is also the real devil

old Town.

White walls, gray tiles and slate roads, narrow alleys can only accommodate two or three people walking side by side, the low walls cover the scorching sun, and occasionally the wind passes through the branches and leaves protruding from the top of the wall, rustling.

Shi Qian raised his eyes, the wall in the distance was low, and his eyes could easily look over the wall to see the neat piles of newspapers and waste products inside. A raccoon cat lay on the pile of newspapers, its tail swayed leisurely, and with a light sweep, the soda can next to it rolled away It fell, crackling.

The cat frowned and ran away quickly.Shi Qian raised his leg and entered the courtyard.

With a creak, the old mosquito net door was pushed open, and a boy in a vest and shorts came out rubbing his eyes. He was startled when he saw the stranger standing in the courtyard, and then opened his eyes wide, "You...you Is it time diving?"

Shi Qian: "Who are you?"

"I... My name is He Jie." The young man grabbed the mosquito net door at a loss, and the door creaked, "Do you want to come in and sit?"

Shi Qian glanced at the rubbish, but didn't speak.

He Jie hurriedly said: "I am a student sponsored by Teacher Shi. Earlier, Teacher Shi told me that if there is no place to live in the future, he will let me live here, so I..."

Shi Qian: "Did you pick up those rubbish?"

He Jie nodded, "I usually go and pick some up when I have nothing to do."

Shi Qian walked to the pile of soda cans, picked up one and squeezed it, then put it in a bag on the side, and said, "It takes too much space for you to pile it up like this."

He Jie was taken aback, and hurried over to deal with the cans with Shi Qian.

The two of them didn't speak. After tidying up their hands and feet neatly, He Jie laughed: "I didn't expect that it would be so much empty after tidying up like this."

Shi Qian nodded, turned around and was about to leave.

"Brother Shi Qian!" Meeting his gaze, He Jie felt a little embarrassed: "I found something in Teacher Shi's room a few days ago, it should be for you, I've been looking for you..."

Shi Qian: "How did you recognize me?"

He Jie let out a cry, as if he didn't understand why he asked such a question, but he still said honestly: "There is a photo of you in Teacher Shi's room."

The so-called photo is actually a group photo of elementary school graduation.

At that time, Shi Qian, who had not yet grown up, was standing in the middle of the second row. You smiled so hard that his teeth could not be seen with his baby-fat face. Ceng Liang made a comparison on the top of his head.

Turning to the back of the photo, there are three words written next to his corresponding name: brat.

He Jie said: "I always heard Mr. Shi talk about you before, and he said that no matter where you are, as long as you see the most beautiful and the one with the most teeth and claws, it is you."

Shi Qian touched those three words, curled his lips and said, "He's pretty good at summarizing." After speaking, he raised his eyebrows: "I was just standing in the yard and showing my teeth and claws?"

He Jie chuckled: "No, but you're so good-looking, the school grass judged by the girls in our school and the male stars on TV are not as good-looking as you."

Shi Qian happily gave a thumbs up: "The vision is very good."

He Jie squatted down and took out a clean iron box from under the bed board, and handed it to Shi Qian: "This is what Teacher Shi left for you."

Shi Qian's eyes fell on the iron box, and the smile on the corner of his mouth dropped little by little.

In fact, his relationship with the old man is not good.

On the day the old man brought him out of the orphanage, he had just fought with someone, and the man was beaten so badly that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was proudly swinging on the swing, and by the way told the whole orphanage who was the boss.

It's just that he was taken away by the old man within 3 minutes of becoming the overlord of the orphanage.

The first thing the old man said when he took him back was: "From now on, you and I will have a surname. Your character is too aggressive, so you can call it Shi Qian." Then he beat him with a cane and told him not to fight in the future. .

Shi Qian was not satisfied with his transformation from a bully in the orphanage to the grandson of a rickety old man, and he couldn't bear to be disowned as soon as he entered the house, jumping up and down and refusing to admit defeat.

One grandpa and one grandson are arguing like this. The former picks up garbage outside and returns home to be the overlord, while the latter acts as the overlord outside and returns to be the grandson, which is harmonious.

Until the old man ate a steamed bun in different ways a day in order to help one more child who was out of school. Others at this age fainted because of high blood pressure, but he had hypoglycemia.Shi Qian couldn't stand it anymore, so after school, he also sneaked to pick up some trash, and occasionally asked his little brother to help him pick it up.

This happened within a few days. That day the old man was standing at the door with a cane in his hand, and when Shi Qian came back, he gave him a slap in the face and asked him, "Who asked you to pick up trash? Didn't I say But if you want to go to school well, is this how you go to school?"

Shi Qian hid and talked back: "Why didn't I go to school well, and I'm the first in grade every year, and you still want to do this? I just want to pick up trash, and I like to pick up trash. I don't use the money I sell, you don't care I!"

"Let me see, I don't care about you!"

The old man was getting older and his back was even more rickety. He couldn't catch up with Shi Qian while holding the cane for a long time, but he was out of breath.

Shi Qian pursed his lips and walked to the old man's side, and stretched out his hand: "Here, let's hit."

The old man became energetic in an instant, and slapped a stick on his back: "If I see you picking up trash again, I will beat you to death!"

Shi Qian never understood why the old man could pick up trash but he couldn't, and the old man never told him why.

Until I saw this box, it was full of certificates and certificates, as well as a note attached to the certificates:

——The most important thing for a three-good student is good character. Although the brat is a little skinny, his character is definitely worthy of this award, and he will get it back every year in the future.

——You can't be complacent even if you win the championship.

——The bonuses are saved for you, don’t always buy me this and that, I’m an old man who doesn’t need these things.

——If you win the competition, you can't let go of your studies.

……

——Grandpa wants to give you the best, but he has no ability, so he can only find a way to make you avoid the bad ones.I always think that if I hadn't adopted you at that time, you must have had a better life than now, Xiaoqian, don't blame grandpa.

The yellowed white paper is the bottom room, with a passbook pressed on it.

Shi Qian opened it and saw that a sum of odds and ends of money had been combined into five or six pages of paper, ranging from tens to thousands, and the final amount was 78632.5, which was clearly an emergency expense at that time.

... If he knew that he had the money at that time, the old man would not have died, but the old man knew that he had the money, but he refused to tell him to use it until he died.

"Brother Shi Qian?" He Jie pushed Shi Qian: "Brother Shi Qian?"

Shi Qian came back to his senses, "What?"

"You..." He handed over a piece of paper, "I'll go out first, you can stay by yourself for a while."

Shi Qian took the tissue without knowing why, and when the door was closed, he was startled to feel tears running down his chin.

He wiped it away casually, and suddenly sneered: "What is this?"

He threw the passbook into the iron box, and with a bang, a small piece of paper fell from the gap on the edge of the iron box.

Shi Qian moved his fingers, but finally picked up the note without closing the lid.

This piece of paper is very small, and it looks newer than those yellowed papers, but the edges are torn in uneven layers, and the handwriting is intermittently blurred, like handwriting that can only be written by a weak person:

——Grandpa has only two wishes, I hope you will keep your nature, and I hope you will be healthy.

Shi Qian gripped the note tightly, and slowly let go until the white paper was stained with blood.

He sighed softly and laughed: "Ha."

Blood flowed like a river, and the Jinling Shi clan was wiped out. The only thing left was a piece of Zen Luoxian paper, which was worth tens of thousands of spiritual stones, and could not be damaged by floods or fires. On the paper was written this sentence:

——Brother, I hope that Zizhi will not forget his original intention, let go of his grievances, and live a good life.

Keep your original nature, stay true to your original intention, stay healthy and live well.

Shi Qian wanted to laugh too much.

How noble and kind do they think his nature and original intention are?Is it noble enough to know that the old man who raised him is going to die and will not use the penny saved for him, and he will be grateful, or is he kind enough to be wiped out, seeing his brother and sister-in-law die in a miserable way with his own eyes, and seeing his unborn nephew being killed? Caesarean section, took out the spiritual root and marrow and threw it on the back at will, can you still be good and not leave hostility?

They think too highly of him and too little of him.

He would only skin those enemies, and let them go through the pain that his brothers, sisters-in-law and nephews had experienced one by one. If they wanted to live but could not die, they knelt at his feet madly and only wanted to die.

What would he do with those people before they died?

He will let their relatives and children take a good look at their humble death. He will not kill their relatives and children, but he will also let their relatives and children experience the same pain and hatred as him. In the end, he will let them The man came to his senses, clearly knowing that his relatives and children had seen this scene, and left some time for them to say his last words.

He said not to take revenge, said to forget everything, and said to run away as soon as possible, Shi Zhilin was a lunatic through and through.

Since then, being insane has been his nature, his original intention, and the adjective used by the comprehension world to crusade against him. Tens of thousands of people encircled him, hunted him down again and again, and health and survival naturally became a luxury.

Shi Qian felt dazed for a moment, and suddenly felt ridiculous.

In a blink of an eye, his enemies were all dead, and he was obviously dead too, but the heavens pulled him back to this world again, soberly accepting the doomed ending.