Chapter 47 Tears are the most useless

I'm not happy, and neither should anyone else. Regardless of whether it hurts the enemy by one thousand or eight hundred, even if all you have to do is bite off a piece of the opponent's flesh, the pain and scars caused by this piece of flesh are enough to fill my heart with joy.

"And Gu Ying. The two of us are not together at all, just playing tricks on you. Whether I am your son or not, I will never marry her. The engagement is fake, and the son is also fake..." I asked with a smile Sang Zhengbai, "Dad, I thought everything was under control, but it turned out not to be at all. Isn't this kind of uncomfortable feeling?"

Sang Zhengbai's face was ashen, and he stood up while supporting the table: "Sang Nian!"

"If you served snacks to your son back then, how could you be replaced by a nanny without knowing it? You keep saying that it is your mother's wish to be a big company. Is that really her wish?"

There was the sound of porcelain colliding in my ears, as if someone hurriedly put down the teacup.

"Sang Nian, stop talking..."

"That's just your wish, don't be moved by yourself!" Ji Chenfeng's voice overlapped with mine, I ignored him and vented my suppressed emotions for many years, "If she knew that you lost it The son she bought with her life, even if you make the company number one in the world, she won't forgive her..."

"Get out, get out!" Sang Zhengbai scolded, picked up the metal pen holder on the table and threw it at me.

I didn't hide, just tilted my head, the pens in the pen holder were scattered on the ground, and the hard protruding corners hit the end of my eyes. The pain made me cover my eyes subconsciously, and in just a few seconds, a slippery touch came from the palm of my hand, and the bright red liquid slowly dripped, and there was a little blood on the neckline of the white shirt.

"Brother-in-law!"

"Mr. San!"

Xu Xi and Ji Chenfeng both rushed over, one towards me and the other towards Sang Zhengbai.

Xu Xi took off her valuable shawl and tried to press on me to stop the bleeding, but I blocked her.

"This is the second time you hit me, come on, hit me again, and kill me." I put down my hand and let the blood drip down, but my attitude didn't change because of the blow.

Sang Zhengbai really wanted to smash it, Ji Chenfeng pressed the paperweight in his hand, turned his head and glared at me, shouting, "Enough, get out!"

My body stiffened for a moment, Sang Zhengbai's pen holder didn't frighten me, but Ji Chenfeng's roar made me shrink back uncontrollably. But when I came back to my senses, I found that I had such a sad emotion, and I hated Ji Chenfeng, the initiator, more than anyone at this moment.

Think I'm talking too much now? Who the hell couldn't get off me like a male dog in heat?

It is clear that the breathing rate has been accelerated, but the oxygen supply seems to be cut off, and not much is delivered to the brain. A blurry patch appeared in front of me. I held my forehead and swayed unsteadily, only to be supported by Xu Xi’s exclamation.

"Everyone, calm down first, Sang Nian, shall we go to the hospital to treat the wound first?" Xu Xi coaxed me and dragged me out the door.

I was already dizzy, and when I was pulled by her, I could only follow her strength.

For a short distance, I kept looking at Ji Chenfeng, and he looked at me as well. He didn't take his eyes off me until I was dragged out of the office, and I was still looking at him. The door of the office slowly closed, and he turned around and said something to Sang Zhengbai. The distance was too far for me to hear clearly. After a while, the wooden door was completely closed, and I couldn't see him, and I still didn't take my eyes back.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital." Xu Xi draped her shawl over my head to shield me from other people's inquiring eyes.

Half of my field of vision turned into black cashmere fabric. I grabbed a corner of my shawl, pressed it against my bleeding wound, and thanked her in a low voice.

"No, I'll go by myself." Not wanting to stay in this place for a second, I declined her kindness and walked quickly to the elevator.

"Xiao Nian!"

Just when there was an empty elevator about to go down, I stepped into the car and quickly pressed the door close button.

Xu Xi didn't chase after her, she stopped outside the elevator, her eyes were red, she stopped talking, and called me again with a complicated expression.

"Xiao Nian..."

It happened so suddenly, she didn't have time to think too much, she still regarded me as "Sang Nian" and Xu Wanyi's child. But when she calmed down and went back to the whole thing, she would have no trouble showing how despicable and shameless a person I was.

Instead of confronting her disgust after the fact, it's better to say goodbye here.

I lowered my eyes and let the elevator door close a little bit, but I never responded to her.

A person went to the hospital. After seeing the wound at the corner of the eye, the doctor said that four stitches would be needed.

"You're so dangerous, you almost hit your eye." The middle-aged doctor gave me stitches while he was terrified.

"Best to death," I said.

The doctor glanced at me and asked, "My girlfriend beat me?"

"No. My girlfriend's dad beat it."

"Why, don't you agree with you being together?"

Pulling the corners of my mouth, I said, "Maybe I think I tarnished his sweetheart."

The doctor shook his head gently and said, "Hey, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, so what are your parents doing? You are so handsome and young, you are a high-quality potential stock. If you don't look down on you, it means they have no vision. Don't be discouraged. Ha." After he finished cutting the sutures, he signaled that I could go.

The first time Sang Zhengbai hit me was three years ago.

I was sent to the police station together with Zheng Jieyuan for smashing Shi Haoyi's wine bottle into serious injuries. Sang Zhengbai dealt with this matter overnight, and finally fished me out the next morning, his face was drooping since he saw me, and he didn't say a word to me.

When I got home like this, I followed him into the door, and before he could react, he was slapped in the face by him who suddenly turned around.

"Snapped!"

This slap used all his strength, and the slap made my ears ringing, and even my alveolar bone was aching.

"You are so fucking embarrassing to me." He pointed his index finger at me and scolded, "How did Sang Zhengbai give birth to a son like you? Are you worthy of your mother? Who gave everything you have now? Yes Your mother paid for it with her life! My only hope for you in my life is to help me grow Zhengyi together, but look at you now? Ah? Sang Nian, you really disappointed me!"

What am I like?

I worked hard to read, work hard to please him, work hard to prepare for taking over Zhengyi, and I have never been wrong all these years. And now, just beating up a dumb bastard, is all my hard work going to be in vain?

I was right, he was never proud of me. Now that I did it wrong, he was disappointed.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

But because I already knew my background at that time and knew that I was just a lowly "civet cat", I didn't dare to express my heart and confront him head-on.

I admit my mistakes, admit to all his accusations, and promise not to do it again next time. After that, a continuous cycle of "seeing a psychiatrist" and "changing a psychiatrist" began.

I don't think I really have a mental problem, maybe I'm a little bit insomniac and anxious, but it's far from the point where I need to see a psychiatrist, so I always don't cooperate.

Zhou Jiyu should be the most active psychiatrist I see. But in the end, this guy not only didn't help me quit smoking and drinking, he didn't even help me keep Ji Chenfeng...

The wound suddenly hurt in the middle of the night, and I woke up from my sleep, fumbling for the whisky bottle and painkiller on the coffee table.

I pulled out a capsule and swallowed it with the wine. I lay back on the sofa and looked at the dim ceiling, but I was unable to fall asleep smoothly.

Had a lot of messy dreams. dreamed of Sang Zhengbai, of that night in the police station three years ago, and of... Yan Shanhua.

I dreamed that she took my hand and walked up the long stairs. When she was about to get home, she took out the candy in the bag and gave it to me, saying that it was given by the young master of the employer's house.

"Young master heard that you like candy, and asked me to bring it to you. This is imported candy. Next time you see someone, remember to thank him, do you know?"

"He must have given me the candy he didn't want to eat." I snorted coldly, not intending to reach out.

"If you say that, I won't give it to you, I'll eat it myself." As she said, she was about to stuff the candy back into the bag, but I quickly snatched it away.

"It's mine if you give it to me." I quickly peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed the crystal clear fruit candy into my mouth, and the sweet taste spread out in an instant. I narrowed my eyes, took Yan Shanhua's hand again, and happily hummed a song.

"Xiao Nian actually likes the young master very much, right?"

"I don't like it!"

"But the young master likes you very much."

The little hand held the bigger hand, because was in a very good mood and couldn't help shaking it back and forth.

"Then he likes it, who cares."

Yan Shanhua smiled helplessly: "You..." She seemed to have a lot to say, but she didn't know where to start.

I looked at her, but she had the setting sun behind her back, and no matter how wide I opened my eyes, I couldn't see her face clearly in the shadows.

The dream came to an abrupt end here. I don't know what she was trying to say to me, not even... not finishing that flight of stairs with her.

I thought I would be indifferent to Yan Shanhua's death. To die is to die, no different from dying a stranger.

I was wrong.

When she died, there was no one in this world with my blood; when she died, there was no...one in this world who could love me.

With my arm on my forehead, I muttered to the darkness: "Ji Chenfeng would not be so kind to give me candy. He became a young master, how can he still remember me?"

The wound, which was no longer painful, suddenly became sharp, and the warm liquid slid down his cheek.

I got up in confusion.

Broken wound?

Without turning on the lights, I walked into the bathroom in the dark. When I pressed the switch beside the mirror and the incandescent lamp above my head turned on, what I saw was not a bloody, terrifying face, but... a face full of pain, embarrassment, frustration, and tears.

After being stunned for a few seconds, I was sure that the person in the mirror was really me.

Unbelievably, he touched his cheek, and his hands were wet.

Not blood. are tears.

I cried. I'm fucking... crying? For whom, Yan Shanhua and Ji Chenfeng? Damn them, I won't shed a single tear for them even if I shed my blood.

I stared at myself in the mirror, the whites of my eyes were bloodshot, the corners of my eyes were swollen, and a light red line appeared in the lower eye socket. Just opening my eyes like this, tears just like the river without its dams, constantly overflowing.

The whole look is extremely miserable and extremely pitiful.

How can I show such an expression? How can I show such an expression of being completely defeated, so fragile that I can only hide in a corner and lick my wounds alone? ?

Quickly grabbing the towel beside me, I rudely wiped off all the suspicious water marks on my face, completely ignoring the wound at the corner of my eye.

Staring at the mirror, I couldn't stop backing up: "Get out of my head! Get out!!"

Throwing the towel heavily towards the mirror, I stormed into the bedroom angrily, dug out the few sleeping pills I had left, and poured them all into the palm of my hand.

It was the dream's fault.

I am convinced that my weakness, my gaffe, stemmed from that unrealistic dream. And as long as you sleep deeply enough to lose consciousness, you will no longer dream of those ridiculous things.

Back in the living room, I put all the pills in my mouth and swallowed the wine from the bottle.

I'm not sad or crying.It was just an extension of the dream, my delusion.

Just get a good night's sleep and wake up.Thinking like this, I lay down on the sofa, and after a while, the sudden sleepiness surged up, my eyelids gradually drooped, and I slowly closed my eyes.

Tears are the most useless.It can neither be my weapon nor my shield.I don't need it.