I heard someone wants to raise me

"Ding dong."

A message pops up on the screen.

——Mr. Ning, we have found some information, but we are not sure about its authenticity. I have sent you the photos, and you can see if you have any impressions.

——It has been more than six years, many places here have been re-planned, many houses are gone, your memory before the age of 11 is too chaotic, and there are not many things we can piece together.

——Don't make too much publicity, we can only investigate slowly.

"Well, try your best."

After Ning Jianjing finished replying, he opened the file sent by the other party.

Most of them were photos, and there was also a recording. He turned on the recording first, and flipped through the photos while listening.

"There was a development project here four years ago. After a period of rectification, it was re-planned. There is also the Xiushui Road in front of it, which is all rebuilt. It used to be like an octopus, and it was not easy to go out by bicycle."

"Abandoning a child? I don't know. I just moved here in the past two years, but I haven't heard of anyone who lost a child. Abandoned baby? I haven't heard of it either. Alas, they all abandoned their children. Then Who can say this kind of thing to the outside world, you young man really knows how to ask, that's all right, all right, I'm going to buy vegetables, you can ask someone else."

The total length of the video was only 5 minutes. Ning Jianjing looked at the photos over and over again, but he had no impression. It seemed that the problem was still in his memory.

Before the age of 11, his memory was very chaotic, and all the real and imaginary things filled his mind, like an overwhelmed slaughterhouse, living and dead, all piled up in it, emitting a foul smell.

He frowned, and was pulled back from his thoughts by the sudden ringing of the phone.

Ning Jian Jing Shen took a breath to calm down, and then answered, "Hey, what do you want from the Eldest Young Master?"

Ning Jianyao was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice, "You have been to FRG for a few days, and you can't learn to speak well?"

"..." Ning Jianjing frowned, tapped the tip of his pen on the table, and laughed casually: "I can't learn anything, don't I keep talking like this? Young master, you are calling, maybe it is to teach you a lesson me."

"I don't have that time. I heard that you and Jing Xiuzhu have been arguing recently. Did he bully you?" Ning Jianyao asked.

Ning Jianjing paused with the tip of his pen, scraped a hole out, frowned and asked, "Did Jing Xiuzhu tell you?"

This old thing, will it still sue?

Ning Jianyao was dumbfounded, of course he couldn't tell Ning Jianjing the agreement with Jing Xiuzhu, if he found out, there would be an upheaval, let alone the fact that he threatened Jing Xiuzhu that he couldn't do anything to him, but You can't lie either.

Think about it.

Ning Jianyao said "hmm" and pinned the pot on Jing Xiuzhu's head. Anyway, there is no shortage of pots on his head, and it doesn't matter if there is one more or one less.

"Stop arguing with him, that old guy is so cunning, you can't beat him, and you don't have as much thoughtfulness as him, go to work honestly, don't confront him all day long, it's you who will suffer."

Ning Jianjing silently sneered in his heart.

I don't know who is at a disadvantage.

Ning Jianjing said, "I don't."

Seeing that Yao was suffering from a headache from his idiot brother who couldn't support the wall, Ning sighed and said, "Don't be self-willed, I'm doing it for your own good, you and Jing Xiuzhu..."

"Then ask him to apologize to me." Ning Jianjing snorted coldly, and said nonsense, "Do you know that he is sick? He was almost strangled to death by me just because of a cat. Do you think he is sick? sick."

Ning Jianyao knew what kind of temper Jing Xiuzhu had, if he hadn't done too much, he wouldn't have done it.

"Don't be willful, Jing Xiuzhu won't trouble you for no reason."

"How do you know that he won't trouble me for no reason? You know him so well, you two have an affair? Tsk, yes, young master, you're not a big fan of meat and vegetables, but Jing Xiuzhu owes you so much, can you bear it? ..."

"Ning Jianjing!" Ning Jianyao's voice sank, and he said angrily, "Don't hold me back, you really think I..."

"Come on, you called me just to say this? It's okay, I hung up, I'm busy." Ning Jianjing threw the torn paper into the trash can, and took out a new one.

"Wait." Ning Jianyao paused for a while, and said as calmly as possible: "Jing Xiuzhu, don't mess with him, you can't play with him, listen to brother, I won't hurt you."

Ning Jianjing curled his lips and sneered, "As for what, if you are so reluctant to be so obscene, you can marry me and be my sister-in-law as soon as possible. Regardless of them, I will definitely support you."

Seeing that Yao had a headache, Ning didn't want to discuss this issue with him anymore, so he let out a long breath and said, "Today is Mom's birthday, remember to come back for dinner."

Ning Jianjing froze his wrists, twitched his mouth and sneered, but said in a flat tone: "Young master, you are not serious, right? I am not your own brother. If you don't let me go back, she can live a lot longer." Save yourself a few days."

Mrs. Ning has always hated him more than the old man. If it wasn't for her value to her precious son, how could she tolerate a "little bastard" who didn't know where to call her mother.

She is so noble.

Ning Jianyao was silent for a long while, said "Eight o'clock in the evening, remember to come back" and hung up the phone.

Ning Jianjing listened to the busy tone on the phone, threw the phone on the table with a "tsk", spread out the blank paper, and started drawing with the tip of the pen.

When he first arrived at Ning's house, he was dark and small, almost out of shape, with injuries all over his body, no better than half dead, and even a limp in one leg.

He has always walked slowly and under deliberate attention, so no one knows that he was once "crippled", not even Chen Jueming and Yan Hai.

That year, the old man brought him home, named him Ning Jianjing, and asked him to take good care of him, making him fat and white.

He thought he finally had an elder who loved him, found three tiles, a home, and no need to wander.

Every day, he obediently helps the servants pack their things, obeys everyone's orders, smiles at other people's cold eyes, and shows sweetness.

He didn't want to disappoint the old man's kindness, and he also hoped that he wouldn't be kicked out by this family. He was grateful to everyone here, and each of them was the family he could only wish for.

Until one day, the old man patted him on the head and told him to go with him. At that time, he didn't know where he was going, so he obediently got into the car.

It was a private hospital, and a thick needle pierced his arm, pierced the skin and pierced into a blood vessel, from which blood was drawn out, and then injected into another person's body.

His "big brother".

After a long time, the servants also knew that he was not the second young master at all, but just a "blood man" bought by the old man.

In addition to not starving him and making him full of blood, cold eyes and sarcasm can even be stuffed into his chest along with the air, filling his limbs and bones.

In fact, the Eldest Young Master didn't treat him badly, compared to those cold-eyed and sarcastic servants, sharply humiliating old ladies, and gloomy and calculating old men, he was even considered caring.

He even reprimanded those servants on his behalf, whether it was because of guilt, Ning Jianjing didn't care, and he couldn't be called moved.

He bought it with blood, so there is no need to be grateful.

The servant is right, there is no need to teach him a lesson, and only their words can make him sober and not be confused by the so-called "warmth".

Both mentally and physically.

He doesn't need anyone's "kindness" or anyone's "charity". He doesn't need those so-called loves at all.

Ning Jian Jingshen took a deep breath, forced himself to hold back his thoughts, and drew one stroke after another on the paper with the tip of the pen. If the young master asked him to go back, then he would go back and wish the old lady a birthday.

There was no one in the office, only a sleeping bamboo shoot. Ning Jianjing's eyes were unscrupulously full of sharpness and sharpness, as if sharp blades could stretch out from the blood vessels on the side of the neck and cut people.

Good words are warm in the winter, and bad words hurt the cold in June.

He has been frozen in the three feet of ice for too many years.

sincere?

He no longer knows what it means to be sincere, and he doesn't need it.

**

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Jing Xiuzhu had just returned from the youth training camp. When he was returning to the training room, he happened to meet Ning Jianjing coming out of the office, so he leaned against the wall and glanced at him.

"Master Xiao Ning will go out now, so you're late."

Ning Jianjing glanced at him, and patted the paper in his hand on his chest, like a sticky talisman, but without saliva, it fell down melodiously under his loose gesture.

Jing Xiuzhu bent down to pick it up without looking at it.

Because Ning Jianjing's footsteps didn't stop, he passed him and walked straight away, and made three ridicules when he met before, as if he was a different person.

not in a good mood?

Jing Xiuzhu changed his posture, and said "Hey": "Big fart kid, drink less wine, after a few days of drinking blood, the smell of wine will be brewed."

Ning Jianjing's footsteps suddenly stopped, his brows frowned, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, but when he turned around, he smiled with a clear and soft voice: "What's the matter, Team Jing is concerned about me?" Body? Could it be... like me. "

Jing Xiuzhu looked at the faint smile on his face, and immediately thought of his sticky moan and groan before. Some unnaturally avoided his smile, squeezed the paper tightly, and sneered. Voice: "Drink yourself to death."

Ning Jianjing nodded lightly, and said in an unclear voice: "That's not it."

Jing Xiuzhu didn't understand what he meant by "isn't it?" He didn't know whether to agree or deny for a while, but he always felt that Ning Jianjing had something to say next.

Sure enough, he waited for two seconds before the brat spoke.

"But I can't die. You haven't knelt down for me. I won't be able to see after I die. What a pity." After Ning Jianjing finished speaking, he put his hands in his pockets, and without waiting for Jing Xiuzhu to speak again, he said slowly upstairs.

Jing Xiuzhu watched his back gradually disappearing at the top of the stairs, unable to speak.

He has always walked very slowly and lightly, coming and going quietly like a cat, but there seems to be a trace of his breath in the air.

It was clear and light like a soft sea breeze, different from his arrogant and vindictive temperament all over his body, it smelled very comfortable.

Jing Xiuzhu rubbed the tip of his nose subconsciously, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled into a smile. He opened the door and went back to the training room. He inadvertently glanced at the paper in his hand, but was suddenly taken aback.

This is drawn with colored pencils, team uniform design?

There are eight characters written on the top, the font is self-contained, and the strokes are smooth.

——The fire is burning, and Nirvana is reborn.

Below is the design draft.

White is used as the background color, and orange-red strokes outline clusters of burning fires, which vaguely resemble the wings of a phoenix fluttering. The patterns are complicated but extremely detailed.

He stayed in the office all afternoon and didn't go out for a while, just to draw this?

Jing Xiuzhu's fingertips touched the words written with claws and claws, as if something was burning from the pulp of the finger to the tip of the heart, turbulent and hot.

This team uniform is just lying quietly on the paper, but there is a faint sharpness and fireworks that break through the night, like a vast battle song suddenly ignited under the ruins.

This season's FRG lost tragically, like Guanghua's silence under the flames. The words Ning Jianjing were almost written on Jing Xiuzhu's heart, like a raging fire, burning all the way.

The fire is burning, and Nirvana is reborn.

Outsiders don't know what they have endured, the disappointment of fans, the verbal criticism of black fans, and the reasonable analysis of medicine rather than blame, are not what they need.

Ning Jianjing was the only one who told him Nirvana.

Jing Xiuzhu didn't know if the words he said after coming out of the youth training camp that day infected him, or some other reason, but since he believed that FRG would be nirvana.

Then he will take FRG to break through the eternal night, and give him a glorious moment!

next game.

FRG will win.

must win.

The author has something to say: Let me explain, if you are tempted, Team Jing must be the first to be tempted. Here, Master Ning doesn’t know about his background and is investigating, and it can be seen from this chapter that Master Ning doesn’t really believe in love. This kind of thing (it doesn't matter, Team Jing, who loves his wife too much, will tell you what .love is)

As for what Xiao Ning said before, how do you know that it has nothing to do with me? In fact, Xiao Ning misunderstood that he was having an affair with his elder brother, and the Jing team was his only bargaining chip. Master Ning is very scheming, but he is a good boy, he just wants to keep Jing Xiuzhu, if he wants to help big brother in the end, Master Ning will not blame him, because he never thought of binding him with feelings or other things Using Jing Xiuzhu, he doesn't like others to use his feelings, so he doesn't know how to use them either.

If you still think he is too much, scold me, don't scold him.

Team Jing: The team uniform designed by my wife is so pretty, I want to wear it and show it to him!

Preview of the next episode: Mr. Xiao Ning will carry the audience in the next chapter, so handsome!Thanks to the little angels who voted for me~

感谢投出[地雷]的小天使：邵邵19911枚、橘子1枚、269955671枚、腐为耽生1枚、托马斯.杨1枚

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Grenade]: 1 piece for Yiqu Hongchen, 1 piece for Yanlun

Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with nutrient solution~

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：余白20瓶、橘子15瓶、郁赦是怂包10瓶、松花酿酒10瓶、了然10瓶、SherleyLi5瓶、诸西1瓶、猫1瓶、kolongni1瓶

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