The surname Wen is like a curse. Wen Zihua was resentful and embarrassed, but in the end he had to rely on it.

How many times did he want to give a cold eye to those flattering faces, telling them: My Wen Zihua has today, not relying on the Wen family.

But he knows better than anyone else that those Bole and those peers who are willing to help him will get close to him because of his background, hoping that when he can help Wen Chengguo with a few kind words, so that his career will be smooth sailing.

So, doesn't he rely on the Wen family?

Without the Wen family, how can there be Wen Zi's painting.

His jawline was taut, and his complexion was visibly poor.

Wen Zishu saw that his words touched his heart, so he no longer stimulated him, but just said to himself: "The old man asked me to come over and bring a message, if you really disdain the Wen family's hat on your head, you can simply cut off the father-son relationship with him." After so many years, it is impossible for him to follow your wishes all the time. ”

Wen Zihua clenched his fists and looked coldly at the man on the sofa, not moving for a long time.

"Is this the conclusion he came to after thinking about it for seven years?" After a while, he suddenly sneered, and there seemed to be some heavy emotion suppressed in his tone.

Wen Zishu looked at him, his face sinking like water.

"At first I really thought he was going to change his ways. Wen Zihua said to himself, his amber eyes glowing with light light under the light, clear and clear, "It's been seven years, and he has no regrets." I now wonder if in his world, anyone other than him can only be counted as a tool for him to ascend to power and seek power? Is it that for him, whether a human life or an infinite number of things, does it matter at all? As long as the end is achieved, no matter how dirty the means are, it is a normal thing for him. ”

"Sub-painting. Wen Zishu narrowed his eyes and softened his tone a little, "How can it be so easy to go from black to white?" You were born in the Wen family, and there are some things that you can't choose, so it's better to accept them." ”

"He never wanted to wash his name. Wen Zihua gritted his teeth and looked at him fiercely, "There are so many things in the open and in the dark, he can't let go of every single thing, he is reluctant to abandon the pleasure of standing on a high place and despising everything, and all those who stand in his way have to die." He's an emotionless machine, and I'm ashamed to have such a father!"

"Wen Zihua!" The man on the sofa scolded in a deep voice, his face changed and changed, "You don't have to make an inch, Dad is giving you one last chance, choose or not, you weigh it yourself!"

"I don't need to. Wen Zihua stared at him coldly, and his tone was so calm that he couldn't see any clues, "Go back, go back and tell him that I have long wanted to cut off relations with him." In the future, he won't have to worry about my affairs anymore. ”

"You!" Wen Zishu stood up suddenly, pointed his hand straight at him, and was so angry that he trembled all over for a while, and he couldn't say a word.

The two confronted each other like this for a long time, Wen Zishu finally suppressed the anger in his heart, put down his arm and said in a deep voice: "Forget about this matter today, you'd better think about it carefully, make Dad anxious, beware that he won't even give you face." ”

Wen Zihua didn't speak, just looked at him coldly, and his eyes seemed to be mixed with extremely cold ice ballast, which made people feel frightened.

"And the woman named Ding Dong. After a pause, Wen Zishu continued, "You'd better not go to her again, you can't touch Feng Chengyu's people, Dad will find a way to clean her up." ”

"Clean her up?" Wen Zihua frowned, his voice tightened, wrapped in anger that he didn't even notice, "How to clean up? Like he did to Weiwei seven years ago?

"Can you decorate something else in your eyes?!" Wen Zishu was furious, glared at him and said in a fierce tone, "This time it was Feng Chengyu who provoked first, when did our Wen family suffer this kind of anger? Do you think Dad may let himself be bullied by others? If you don't go to her for trouble, it's hard to guarantee that people won't find trouble for you!"

Wen Zihua was silent and looked at him stupidly, his eyes trembling slightly.

He wanted to say something, but he was afraid that Wen Zishu would see the clues.

"It's been seven years, and no matter how deep the feelings are, they have been worn away. You've been angry with your dad for so long, and he hasn't said anything else about you. The eldest in the big family is always the most favored, I don't want to see you wandering around outside like a wild ghost all day long, and Dad doesn't want to. When you figure it out, go home and no one will say anything about you. Wen Zishu eased his mood and glanced at him deeply, his tone containing helplessness and sadness.

Wen Zihua stood in place and shook his head in amazement.

"I didn't figure it out. After a while, he said aloud, his eyes drooping slightly, and the expression on his face blurred pain and remorse, "You don't know, Weiwei was lying in my arms at that time, covered in blood...... I've never seen so much blood...... She knew she couldn't do it anymore, and she was still smiling at me, saying she didn't blame me...... She said she didn't blame me...... How could she not blame me? She was taking revenge on me, and I would never forget her for the rest of my life. ”

Wen Zishu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, but finally looked at him with deep eyes and did not speak.

"I really hate myself for being a member of the Wen family, I really hate it. Wen Zihua slowly raised his head, and his clear, beautiful light brown eyes looked at the brother in front of him fixedly, "For so many years, I often wonder, why didn't I die in the first place?"

"If I die, maybe the old man will find out in his conscience and stop it?" Wen Zihua stood in place in a daze, his thoughts seemed to drift far away in a trance, "I was so close to her at the beginning, and I couldn't save her." I've wondered more than once if I had saved her, if everything would have been different now. If it was me who died at that time, maybe the Wen family would have been whitewashed a long time ago, and maybe, I wouldn't have to live in the world so painfully. ”

Wen Zi's expression on the book was almost a little tight, he rushed up with an arrow, grabbed Wen Zi's collar, and said to him viciously: "Put away your girly chirping look, you are a man of the Wen family, you don't have to blame yourself for a woman's death for so many years." Ye Weiwei is long gone, you are so infatuated, do you think she can see it?"

"I'm not infatuated. Wen Zihua smiled miserably, his face extremely pale, "I just...... I don't think she deserves to die. ”

Ye Weiwei's life, his own life, there is no difference in speaking. They are all living people, how can there be a distinction between high and low.

He just never let go, he hated Wen Chengguo, and he hated himself. Seven years is too long, so long that the hatred in his heart has become a habit, so that he can't tell whether he loves Ye Weiwei or feels guilty.

Ye Weiwei has become a vague shadow in his heart, but this does not stop him from feeling unbearable heartache and regretting that he did not start at the beginning when he thinks of her.