My sick girl will pretend

Zhou family.

"Dad, I have something to go to the company temporarily."

"Well, let's go."

Zhou Chunian's diet has always followed the tradition, which is rice and Chinese dishes. After the meal, Zhou Chunian holds a newspaper in his hand, which has been his habit for so many years.Read the Times newspaper every day to understand national policies and economic orientation.

Zhou Qing passed by Zhou Chunian on the way. He was rarely wearing casual clothes today, with the white shirt collar turned up inside the off-white plaid vest, looking elegant and elegant.

In fact, Zhou Chunian doesn't care what Zhou Qing wears. Since Zhou Qing was fifteen or sixteen years old, he thinks Zhou Qing looks good in a suit, and Zhou Chunian also looks good in pajamas at home.

Zhou Qing walked over and found that the shoelaces were not tied properly, so he squatted down and tied them again. The angle of his head lowered showed that his eyelashes were extraordinarily long. Zhou Zhunian remembered that when Zhou Qing was in high school, he still hated boys with too long eyelashes. Well, I deliberately shortened it with small scissors, but I didn't expect to cut it longer.

The spring night was exceptionally quiet, and the soft chirping of insects could be heard from Patriarch Zhou's villa.The pale moonlight poured over the ground like running water, and the yard full of pear blossoms was gently blown by the breeze, and the flowers fell like rain in an instant.

Zhou Chunian didn't sleep, it was already late at night, and all the lights in the villa had been turned off.Zhou Chunian slowly got up from the bed, and gently closed the door. Without turning on the light, he followed the faint moonlight to look at the road and went out along the corridor.

"Squeak—the solid mahogany lacquered door was slowly closed.

He walked all the way to a storage room outside the villa, and there was already a person waiting there.

Zhou Qing was lying on the bed, the whole room was shrouded in darkness, but he didn't fall asleep, he opened his eyes, it was clear.

He sat up and hardly made a movement, the moonlight shone coldly on the ground, emitting a cold luster.

Zhou Chunian's voice came from next to his ear, and he lowered his voice: "There's something wrong with Zhou Qing recently, help me find out who Zhou Qing has met and what he has done recently, and tell me anything strange. "

"Yes." Zhou Qing knew this voice was Zhou Chunian's confidant, Ada.Ada has committed crimes before and is a wanted criminal.

But things happened for a reason. Ada and his younger sister were working part-time in the city. The younger sister was a girl in a hair salon. When she went out at night, she was insulted by a group of gangsters. When Ada found out, her younger sister had committed suicide by swallowing sleeping pills.

He single-handedly killed several people, the method was extremely cruel, and people were panicked at the time. Ada carried several murders on his body and fled around several provinces. Zhou Chunian found out about it somehow, and came to work with Zhou Chunian.

"Yes."

Ada is an old man who follows Zhou Chunian. He actually disapproves of the boss treating Zhou Qing like this. After all, he is not related by blood, and his identity with the boss is very embarrassing. Get bitten back.

But the way the boss has treated Zhou Qing for so many years is that he is determined to raise him as a son, so he hesitated: "...Boss, I don't think paper can cover fire, should we destroy the things of the second son's biological father and mother?"

Zhou Chunian thought for a moment, then shook his head: "No way,"

"..."

When Ada was about to say something, he saw the rare and strange expression on the boss's face. His expression was a little guilty, and his eyes were a little far-reaching, like pain and anxiety.

It took a while for Ada to hear the boss's voice, which was deeper than usual: "I can't do it... I will never forget the scene of Amon at that time. When she and Dacheng died together, she told me to take good care of the child. If Amon had chosen me, he wouldn't have ended up like that..."

Speaking of the last point almost choking illusion.

"...It was me, I was the one who killed their husband and wife—"

There was a gentle breeze in the spring night, but he didn't feel it at all. Layers of dark clouds shrouded the villa. The place that was once full of happiness and warmth was now like a monster that was about to break out of its cage and eat people.

The voice next to his ear was the monitor that Zhou Qing hung on Zhou Zhunian's body by tying his shoelaces.

The cold air was poured into the lungs, and the whole body was soaked in it, and a little bit of pain gradually accumulated.

A young man sat stiffly on the bed, covering his lips tightly.

So...that's it.

It turned out to be like this——Zhou Qing could not restrain his whole body from trembling. This 20-year-old boy who could talk and laugh with a group of old foxes without losing the wind, and faced a crisis alone in the mall had never been so embarrassed. Almost speechless.

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone calling his name, and footsteps came slowly.

...Ah Qing, we are your parents.

The mobile phone at hand was pressed a few times but it was not aligned. She couldn't hold the mobile phone tremblingly, and it took a long time to make a call: "Come here, now."

Zhou Qing hurriedly put on a piece of clothing, and went out in slippers.

Qin Chunqiu had never seen Zhou Qing like this before, his knuckles were tightly gripping the doorknob, his hands were almost blue and white.

"Master?" Qin Chunqiu thought for a moment that the doorknob would be crushed by Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing came back to his senses, sat in and said, "Drive."

After Qin Chunqiu started the car, he asked softly, "Where are you going?"

"where?……"

The scene is fleeting, there is nothing left after hastily passing by, where else can he go?

Zhou Qing tightly grasped the hem of his clothes, his heart almost curled up, mother...he also has a mother—"Master—" Qin Chunqiu shouted cautiously, Zhou Qing is too strange now.

"To the cemetery."

"Yes."

Qin Chunqiu found a nearby cemetery and arrived in a short while.

Zhou Qing opened the car door and said lightly: "You go first, I will go back by myself later."

Qin Chunqiu looked at Zhou Qing's back and then disappeared into the dark for a while, Zhou Qing's clothes suddenly floated up, and the cold spring swept away the last bit of warmth from Ye Xingren's body.

Don't worry, he sent a message to Xiao Yang.

Zhou Qing walked along the lawn. He seldom came to the cemetery. There were stone steps in the middle of the path. There were rows of tombstones next to it, densely packed, with the names of countless dead souls engraved on them.

Zhou Qing touched them one by one, and it didn't know when the drizzle started to drizzle and sprinkled in the air.

Zhou Qing sat down on the ground after walking a few times. He wiped the name and information on the tombstone in front of him with his hands, and soon a wet trace along with the rain was left on the tombstone. It was impossible to see clearly at night like this.

—Actually, he is really useless.

He doesn't even know the names of his biological parents.

When the mother reads Amon, he doesn't know which word it is, Meng or Meng or what.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, dripping and splashing cold and muddy water on the ground.

The rough stone was already uneven and the original shape could not be seen. He rubbed the font on the tombstone hard, as if this force could make the handwriting clearer, as if this would bring him one step closer to his parents' names. It is the dark and obscure rain, and all the backgrounds are whitened and faded in the gray screen of the rain, and finally become something distant and empty.

He can't do anything, he's as useless as he was in the orphanage all those years ago, like a piece of shit.

Would they love me a little more if they were still alive...

Zhou Qing gently covered his face with his rain-soaked hands, as if he couldn't do anything else except this movement.

The rain was still falling, and the sound of the wind was getting louder and louder, mixed with the sound of the wind, as if there were still mournful screams echoing...

--why……

--Why……

Zhou Qing sat on the ground slumped, a mournful woman was crying, child, child, where are you?Have you thought about me all these years—I have.

I have, he thought.

Zhou Qing felt a little suffocated, and the dense pain was wrapped around his heart, shrinking and tightening, and he could hardly breathe.

I have thought about what you look like.

Zhou Qing grabbed his clothes and slowly fell to the ground, "Mom..."

Just when he was about to lose consciousness, a striking light spot fell on the dark place, and then the light got closer and closer, and he heard a voice in a trance, "What's wrong?! You are dying!"

He felt lifted off the ground, empty, someone trying to take him away.He was very dizzy, but his consciousness was very clear and he didn't want to leave.

He grabbed that hand: "... I... I won't go."

"What are you doing!" Xiao Yang's voice rang in his ears with anger. Zhou Qing obviously has something on his mind these days. Seriously?Do you know how worried you are?

"I said... I won't go..." Zhou Qing struggled as he spoke.The ground was wet and slippery, Xiao Yang was afraid of falling him, so he had to put him on the ground first.

Xiao Yang calmed down his anger: "What's the matter, can you tell me?"

The deep voice was exceptionally gentle in such a dark night.

"No...don't go back." Zhou Qing repeated.

Xiao Yang took off his clothes and wrapped them around him, and asked him in a low voice, "Why don't you want to go back."

"Because my parents are here." Zhou Qing held the wall tablet tightly, "This is here, there will be no other place."

Xiao Yang has a lot of questions, and now is obviously not the time to ask, try to make his voice sound calm and gentle. "Let's go back first and come back tomorrow, okay?"

"tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow." Xiao Yang hugged Zhou Qing tightly, trying to pass on all the warmth from his body to him.

Zhou Qing pushed him away suddenly: "Liar! They are gone!"

Xiao Yang pulled him back: "Don't move, be good, I know."

"...No more." Zhou Qing murmured, gradually becoming immobile in his arms.

·Those complicated scenes are like a ray of white light cutting through the memory, footsteps, words, warmth, all go far away in the dreamland - time flies back, what is getting closer in sight, the white light is breaking through the dark trend He came rushing.

hospital bed.

Zhou Qing's hand moved slightly, and the movement was almost invisible. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, and he frowned under the bright light. The button was pressed, the curtains should have been drawn from the inside, and then Zhou Qing felt someone talking in his ear, "Are you awake? How do you feel now?"

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