The people on the cliff peak stood there in a daze, and they were all at a loss for a while!

Xiaoli, who is closest to this cliff, has already been in tears.

And George, who was standing next to him, did not look sad in the slightest. There was an inexplicable pleasure coming out of his heart in his heart, but at this critical moment, he forcibly suppressed this trace of pleasure in his heart and showed a lewd face.

"Xiaoli, don't be too sad, he also slipped down for the sake of picking wild lingzhi, and it makes sense to die after all?"

George, who didn't have the courage to stand up just now, quickly stood up at this time and tried his best to comfort him.

"Yes, miss, don't be too sad!"

Assistant Wang, who was standing on the side, also wanted to comfort Xiaoli, but as a big man, he never knew how to comfort a girl who was many years younger than himself.

Xiao Li in front of her, her beautiful face had already been distorted, her eyes revealed despair, she couldn't listen to their words anymore, as if her heart had also slid down the cliff with Duan Yi.

Xiacheng.

In a superior ward.

Soon the senior ward was filled with people, but they were all rushed out by the doctors because they had to perform emergency surgery on the critically ill old man.

I saw that these dignitaries and nobles in the corridor looked ugly one by one, looking at the busy doctors in the ward worriedly.

"This ...... What's going on? Didn't it be fine before, why did there be such a big contrast all of a sudden?"

It was Secretary Wu who spoke with a large official position, half worried and half puzzled.

"No...... I don't know, listening to the doctor on duty, the old secretary may miss his granddaughter too much, and he is sick, so he ...... "It was an old man in uniform who stood up and spoke, although his position was not high, but he was respected by many people."

It's just that for some reason, the news that the old secretary was in a coma spread far and wide, and many places were agitated.

All of a sudden, the entire Xiacheng was filled with an air of a storm coming.

At this moment, the parking space of the hospital where the old secretary stayed has long been full, and almost all of them are in a state where they can't get in, get out, and can't get out.

At the same time, in Huzhou City, in a villa in the center of the city, it was extremely quiet, and even the air was mixed with some cold breath.

In the villa, in a spacious room, a middle-aged man stood.

This middle-aged man, dressed in a golden pajamas, with a cigar between his middle finger and index finger, smoked very hard, and spit out a lot of white mist from his mouth from time to time.

It's just that this seemingly casual middle-aged man frowned, with a trace of worry on his face, as if he was worried about something.

Jingle bells, beeps!

The middle-aged man picked up the phone, and a very respectful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Secretary Kang, it's done!"

The middle-aged man didn't say a word, just hung up the phone easily, the frowning brows on his face had already been relaxed, and the worries that had just been hung up disappeared without a trace.

Call!

The middle-aged man sighed softly, and he slowly walked to one of the walls of the villa.

On this wall hangs a portrait, a portrait of an extremely old man.

The corners of this portrait have been whitened after the baptism of time, and even in the middle of the portrait, there are several small round holes, but the owner of this portrait seems to cherish it very much, and frames this portrait with a golden frame.

In the painting, a little beggar in tattered clothes holds a broken bowl, squatting on the corner of the street to beg, his eyes are full of helplessness and pity, the passers-by are full of contempt and perseverance, and no one throws money to him, it feels like this little beggar has been abandoned by this society.

The painting is small, but it was framed by his owner in a golden frame three times larger than his.

The little beggar's helpless eyes.

The contempt and relentless ...... of pedestrians on the streets

The little beggar's tattered clothes, and the broken bowl with a few broken corners.

All of this is vivid, as if it can reflect the scene in the photograph as it is.

The middle-aged man put down the cigar in his hand and looked at the words quietly.

For a moment, he found a bloodshot in his eyes.

Yes, this painting does not match the luxurious decoration here except for the frame.

Quiet.

Long hours of silence.

Except for the middle-aged man's breathing, nothing else could be heard.

And at this moment, this middle-aged man in golden pajamas, his thoughts had already drifted far away, and various pictures appeared in his mind one by one......

Hunger!

Helpless!

Despair!

Chilly!

Helpless!

……

All of this seems to be unable to express what he wants to express, and he feels like he has been abandoned by this cruel society early.

Fortunately, later, he met a nobleman, and with the help of this nobleman, he has today's achievements.

However, he soon understood another truth.

In fact, all of this, including today's status, was achieved through his own efforts.

He never wants to go back to the tragic fate of the past, he wants to trample many people under his feet and tell the world that he is actually the real strong!

It's just that he is also afraid, afraid that one day, he will really return to that difficult moment in the past, afraid of being abandoned by this cruel society again!

Yes, he was not reconciled.

Very unwilling.

He felt that this society was very unfair, and he himself could have where he is today because of his hard work. And the noble man I met at the beginning was only slightly rescued, and it was not worth mentioning at all.

So......

So even if his own nobleman is in front of him, he will start to get rid of him without hesitation.

In the end, his wish was fulfilled, although with the help of someone else's hand, but the purpose was the same.

If this had been done before, he might have had some heartache.

Now, after many years as an official, he has long forgotten what heartache feels like.

Call!

After a long time, the middle-aged man sighed again......

Damrinne, on the cliff peak.

Xiaoli was still a little unwilling, she desperately shouted Duan Yi's name, hoping that someone would answer, but on the cliff, there was nothing except the echo from the valley.

Xiao Fei next to him was the most nervous, screaming, and didn't stop for a moment. Yes, this earth dog must have been very nervous when he saw his master slide down, and it was absolutely loyal to its owner.

For a moment, the earth dog was about to jump off the cliff with him, but was stopped by Xiaoli.

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