He is from a fighting nation

That night, Zhou Xiangwan vaguely dreamed about some past events about Zhou Jianlin, which Zhou Xiangwan never wanted to recall.

Zhou Xiangwan grew up in Moscow. At that time, he didn't understand what his surname meant. Before the age of 14, he always thought that he was a poor boy living in a mine, with nothing but his earth-shattering appearance.Later, Zhou Jianlin took him and his mother to China and gave him a Chinese name.Zhou Xiangwan looked it up in the dictionary, only to realize that "Xiangwan" means that the sun is setting and the night is coming, full of some kind of fucking prophecy.

Zhou Xiangwan rarely saw Zhou Jianlin, Zhou Jianlin was busy flying around the world, but Zhou Xiangwan adored him very much.The thing that impressed him the most was that when he first transferred to China, his mother was afraid that he would be isolated, so she dyed his hair black and concealed his identity. Most people thought Zhou Xiangwan was from an ordinary family. Mixed race kid.Unfortunately, on the second day of school, Zhou Xiangwan's long hair caught the head teacher's attention. The head teacher felt that the historical confrontation between China and Russia was infuriating, and he hated Russia very much. On Xiang Wan's body, Zhou Xiangwan was first whipped with a pointer, and then Zhou Xiangwan's hair did not conform to school regulations, so he just grabbed his hair and cut it with scissors. He is not masculine enough, and he told others that he has grown up for the Chinese people today.Zhou Xiangwan couldn't understand Chinese, but he only knew that his good hairstyle was ruined by someone, and he was so ugly that he went back and hugged his mother and cried aggrievedly.

In the early morning of the next day, hundreds of black luxury cars surrounded the school. Zhou Jianlin went straight to the head teacher's office, took off his gloves and threw them at the person. Without saying a word, he slapped him and asked him: "Is this masculine enough? Is it enough?" Zhou Xiangwan never saw the class teacher again, but he still remembers that day when Zhou Jianlin stroked his uneven hair and said to him: "You are my son, Zhou Jianlin. Live whatever you want, if you like long hair, long hair, no one is qualified to define you by a pussy."

Family of origin is the cornerstone of a person's personality. Zhou Xiangwan discovered at that time that power and money are the most effective ways to solve problems in the world. Zhou Jianlin has been his hero for many years.Zhou Jianlin was a scumbag, but he wasn't bad enough. He and Zhou Xiangwan hadn't had a tender father-son time, which made the break even more poignant and destroyed Zhou Xiangwan's last belief in the family.

Zhou Xiangwan had a complete break with Zhou Jianlin on his birthday. He was standing outside the door. Inside the door were faces that could not be seen clearly, and an unknown man laughed strangely in his ears: "You know Zhou Shao, he When Mom died, she called Dad, what a pity, if Dad hadn't hung up the phone then, Young Master Zhou wouldn't be like this now..."

Later, the biggest quarrel ever broke out between Zhou Xiangwan and Zhou Jianlin. Zhou Xiangwan remembered that there was a silver mirror in the hall. In the mirror, Zhou Jianlin was indifferent and calm. He was hysterical, like a three-year-old who couldn’t get a toy.Their faces were three points similar, which made Zhou Xiangwan feel extremely disgusted. He hated his own face and the genes from Zhou Jianlin.He smashed the mirror, drew a deep bloodstain on the side of his face with the sharp fragments, abandoned everything in the Zhou family, and started from scratch in South Africa.It's just that he went around and around, but he still lived like Zhou Jianlin.

At the end of the dream, there was a car accident.Zhou Xiangwan turned over in a cold sweat, his whole body ached, staring at the twinkling stars in the sky outside the window until the sun rose.

Zhou Xiangwan touched his face, thinking he was too stupid, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't do anything to his own face. As if to confirm something, he raised his phone and took a beautiful selfie. When he was flipping through the photo album, he found The last time I took a selfie with Wu Liang at the airport, the hair on top of Wu Liang’s head was still curled up, and he knelt on him awkwardly with his legs spread apart. With a laugh, he deleted the photo, and felt much better for no reason. Although he and Wu Liang could no longer be friends, at least he was still alive, and Qian Meng stayed by his side.

Soon came the day of Zhou Jianlin's birthday, the sky was gloomy, it was drizzling, but the wind was strong, Qian Meng followed Zhou Xiangwan back to his ancestral home.

The taste of the Zhou family of Zhou Jianlin's lineage is more Chinese. The ancestral house is a large courtyard house. This is the first time Qian Meng and Zhou Xiangwan have returned to the Zhou house. , bluestone steps, carved beams and painted buildings, antique, even an ordinary small flower pot next to the toilet, I am afraid it is an antique.

Qian Meng followed Zhou Xiangwan step by step, staring straight at his back with a pair of big bull's-eye eyes, for fear of losing track.Zhou Xiangwan didn't have curly hair today. His long platinum hair hung down to the butterfly bone, shining like flowing gold. The hem of the black windbreaker was blown up by the wind, revealing a bright red long-handled umbrella in his hand.Qian Meng thought to himself that ever since Zhou Zuzong had his appendix cut, he looked more and more unpredictable.

Suddenly, Zhou Xiangwan paused, looked up at the sky, Qian Meng's eyes froze, and asked in a low voice, "Young Master Zhou, what's wrong?"

With an inscrutable face on his face, Zhou Xiangwan said confidently, "I'm lost."

Qian Meng: "...haven't you lived here for several years?"

However, in Zhou Xiangwan's memory, he hasn't set foot in this dilapidated place for more than [-] years, not to mention that there are so many courtyards, front yard, back yard, east yard, west yard, main yard, side yard, cross yard, The study yard, the enclosure yard, the horse hall, the first entrance, the second entrance, the third entrance...the chaste verandah connects all places like a spider web, which is really extremely complicated.

Zhou Xiangwan lost his way, but he was not in a hurry, he leaned leisurely to the corridor and said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask Zhou Ziheng to lead the way."

When Qian Meng heard this, his whole face wrinkled in pain, and he shrank his neck and said with difficulty: "Hey, Zhou Ziheng, what are you looking for him for... When I heard this little lunatic talk, my heart panicked... ..."

The bigger the family, the more dirty things. Qian Meng knew very well that there were not many normal people in the Zhou family. He thought that Zhou Xiangwan's painting style was very wrong, until he met Zhou Ziheng.Zhou Ziheng was only 15 years old at that time, with a pair of big sunglasses on his snow-white face, a matte black leather collar around his neck, a pink shirt, black cropped pants, and a slightly raised head staring at him like a madman. He laughed, really creepy.Comparing the two of them, Zhou Xiangwan could be regarded as the kind of plainly dressed and mentally normal player.

Not long after, Zhou Ziheng came—he jumped off the roof, grabbed the eaves with one hand, and landed lightly on his bare feet.

Qian Meng was shocked again.Three years have passed, Zhou Ziheng has grown a lot taller, but his taste has not changed in any way, sunglasses, neck ring, pink coat, the only difference is that he wears a pair of headphones, which makes him feel more creepy.

"Meow~" Zhou Zi called out to Zhou Xiangwan with a straight face, not cute or cute, but rather uncomfortable.His throat seemed to have been injured, and his voice was extremely hoarse and sharp, as unpleasant as the sound made by scratching glass with iron nails.

After Zhou Ziheng yelled, regardless of whether Zhou Xiangwan would respond to him or not, he put his hands in his pockets and swayed from side to side as if drunk. The strange thing is that he didn't see how he was walking, but he was very fast. It's like a ghost, as if it will disappear in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Xiangwan walked beside Zhou Ziheng, staring at his side face thoughtfully. Zhou Jianlin's illegitimate children were of varying quality, including all kinds of monsters and ghosts. Zhou Xiangwan looked up to Zhou Ziheng the most. He was good-looking and capable. .In his previous life, Xiao Jinhe told him that Zhou Jianlin was the only child left, which was not accurate, because half a year later, he died in a deliberately planned car accident, and Zhou Ziheng, who seemed crazy, was the last one to survive. The law, such a huge Zhou family, fell into his hands without any effort.

To say who is behind the scenes, Zhou Ziheng is the most suspicious.In the previous life, Zhou Xiangwan never doubted him because although Zhou Ziheng was insane and ruthless, he was a complete lover. He fell in love with an old man who held a farmhouse. , I don’t know how much it cost to catch up. When Zhou Xiangwan was wearing a cuckold and sleeping alone, Zhou Ziheng was already happy to mention the position of the local boss’s wife, traveling around the world sweetly up.But now, Zhou Ziheng is still underage, he is a single dog, and life in Zhou's family is not easy.Zhou Xiangwan called him over, first because he was really lost, and second, he wanted to observe Zhou Ziheng to see if he had the signs and strength to destroy the Zhou family.

The three of them walked through the staggered corridors and crossed the three thresholds. During this period, Zhou Ziheng kept humming a song. He didn't know what kind of ghostly tune it was. He hummed it so confidently that it made people want to commit suicide.

Zhou Xiangwan said slowly: "If you have something to say, speak up, don't sing."

Zhou Ziheng paused, and said hoarsely, "Zhou Paohui is also here."

Zhou Xiangwan clicked his tongue, Zhou Paohui is definitely the most disgusting person in the Zhou family.His mother is Zhou Jianlin's half-wife now, and he is filled with the disgusting vigor of a villain, who is almost afraid of being beaten by others once or twice, but Zhou Paohui, the more he beats, the more he fights towards him. make up.

Zhou Xiangwan stood at the door, and Zhou Paohui's shrill voice came through the crack of the door, "You know that Young Master Zhou called Dad when his mother died, how pitiful, if Dad didn't hang up the call then If it's on the phone, Young Master Zhou won't be like this now..."

When Qian Meng heard this, he rushed forward in horror, hugged Zhou Xiangwan's thigh, and said in a low voice, "Damn it, Young Master Zhou, calm down!"

Zhou Xiangwan: "..." Sighed, and said, "Qian Meng, don't act like you're out for a walk with your dog on a leash. I'm fine, and I won't rush out to bite people if I have something to do." Qian Meng let go of Zhou Xiangwan anxiously. Xiangwan's thigh, Zhou Xiangwan looked around, and walked in the direction of Sitang.

The same time, the same place, and the same words as in the previous life, if it is a coincidence, it would be too coincidental, and these words were obviously meant for him.Zhou Xiangwan said that he was fine, but he thought about it in his heart, adding up his present and past lives, today he had to cook Zhou Paohui into roasted sausages to relieve his anger.

There were more than a dozen people sitting around a long table in the room. Zhou Paohui was facing the door. Seeing Zhou Xiangwan's figure flashing across the yellow oil paper, he smiled slightly, thinking that Zhou Xiangwan would not be here next time. It's no wonder that he makes a fuss, as long as he makes a fuss, the next thing will be easy to handle.

With a creak, the door opened, but Zhou Xiangwan was nowhere to be seen. Zhou Ziheng hummed a song and swayed in. Zhou Paohui was surprised when he saw no one was at the door, but with a smile on his face, he said: "Where's Big Brother? Aren't you going to pick him up?" Zhou Paohui's eyebrows were raised straight up, and his cheekbones were raised high like two curly braces. He had a hostile look.

Zhou Ziheng wore sunglasses and didn't know who he was looking at. He completely ignored Zhou Paohui, found a place away from everyone, and plugged in his headphones.

Zhou Paohui's face contorted for a moment, the room was full of his people, if not, they were waiting to see a good show, so he didn't bother to pretend, and said sharply: "I'm asking you something! Take his earphones away Come down!"

"Yes. Young Master Zhou."

Someone nearby responded, and the two surrounded Ziheng. One of them roughly tore off his earphones and threw them on the ground to crush him.

Only then did Zhou Ziheng raise his chin, and repeated with a smile that was not a smile: "Young Master Zhou?——huh." Zhou Ziheng didn't say what he was talking about, but Zhou Paohui seemed to have been greatly insulted, and approached Zhou Ziheng. Zi Heng, standing in front of him and looking down at him, said contemptuously: "He only has a role, and I have helped my father take care of the entire Zhou family this year... Forget about Zhou Xiangwan, you pheasant!" The bastard is also worthy of looking down on me?!"

"Yes, I'm a bastard, you're pure." Zhou Zi tilted his head sideways, as if thinking of something interesting, and hissed the corner of his mouth: "Do you think that being a purebred licking dog can inherit the throne? Daddy Died early in the morning..."

"Slap." Zhou Paohui slapped Zhou Ziheng angrily, and squeezed out a distorted smile, "I really don't like hearing you talk."

Zhou Ziheng's sunglasses were knocked crookedly, hanging slantly on the bridge of his nose. He showed his white teeth and laughed happily. Zhou Paohui was furious, and said sharply, "Bring me some boiling water, pour him! Let this The bastard will never speak!"

The people around were ordered, and they took a thermos cup, poured boiling water into the cup, and the white air that came out filled Zhou Ziheng's glasses.Zhou Ziheng's face remained the same, but he laughed even harder. He broke free from the shackles like a loach, and ran around the room. On the table, someone poured boiling water on Zhou Ziheng's body. Zhou Ziheng's back neck was burned red, but he grinned and hissed as if he didn't feel it.

Zhou Paohui glared, taking advantage of Zhou Ziheng being blocked by the door, raised the cup and threw it towards his forehead. Zhou Ziheng didn't turn his head, and greeted him with a crazy smile. However, he had nowhere to hide, so he had nothing to do but greet way.

The cup came breaking through the wind, and it became bigger and bigger in Zhou Ziheng's field of vision. Suddenly, a bright red flashed in front of his eyes, and it brushed past Zhou Ziheng's face at a very fast speed. With a bang, the red was overwhelming The eyes opened, and the water droplets exploded on the edge of the water.

Drops of water dripped down along the surface of the umbrella, and the umbrella turned around in a circle, and the drops of water scattered out in all directions, shining brightly, and the red umbrella rose slightly, forming a beautiful jaw line. Finally, there was a sheet full of "Your wait" Assman" face.

Zhou Paohui thought to himself: "It's finally here, Zhou Xiangwan."

The red umbrella opened and closed like a flower, and it automatically tightened in Zhou Xiangwan's hand. Only then did everyone realize that he was holding a jar as black as black jade in his hand, but no matter how good the color was, it couldn't hide the fact that it was an urn.

Inside were the ashes of Zhou Xiangwan's mother.Zhou Xiangwan's biggest regret in his previous life was not being able to take his mother's ashes back to his hometown. Now that his wish has been fulfilled, the urn is held firmly in his arms, and his mood is unprecedentedly peaceful.

Zhou Xiangwan packed the urn and glanced around as if nothing had happened. Seeing these useless brothers who died tragically for no reason in the previous life, he felt a little strange in his heart. What's more, irrelevant people seldom make him angry. These unlucky things waved and said with a smile: "It's rare to see each other all year round. They all line up and bow to my mother. The short ones are in front, and the tall ones are in the back. Don't worry, everyone has a chance."

Everyone: "..."

The room was dead silent, but the atmosphere suddenly became Soviet.