Quiet knocked on Wu Junke's study door, but there was no response.

Holding the doorknob and pressing down, the door was unlocked. Quietly open the door and let yourself in.

Wu Junke sat on the chair at the window, facing the dark night outside the window. Just from the back, you can smell his melancholy and loneliness.

"I'm not hungry, so eat first. Wu Junke thought that the aunt at home had come to ask him to eat.

"Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is not something you can eat if you say you are not hungry. ”

Wu Junke turned his head when he heard a quiet voice. "It's coming. ”

"Hmm. Just came from the hospital. Sit quietly on Wu Junke's desk and chair

She saw an open bag of cigarettes on the desk, and the only cigarette in the brand-new ashtray was extinguished as soon as it was burned. She put the fruit on the table and ate it gracefully.

"Why, at such an old age, you still learn to smoke?"

Wu Junke sat on the opposite side of the quiet, drooping his head and shaking his head. I took a sip, choked half to death, and gave up. ”

Quietly chuckled. "Why do I think you look like a rebellious teenager now, you don't have a smile on your face, everything is sad and misty,"

Quietly pushed the fruit bowl in front of Wu Junke. "It's all sweet, let's eat a few. ”

"At first glance, Sister Qin specially left it for you, I don't dare to move. Wu Junke's face was like applying several layers of paste.

Quietly retract the fruit bowl. "Also, your heart is sour and bitter, and nothing you eat is sweet. ”

"Don't forget to taunt me for the New Year. ”

Wu Junke stretched out his hand to take the cherry in the fruit bowl, put it in his mouth, and spit out the core. "You're right, you don't feel sweet when you eat anything. ”

Leaning back quietly in the chair. "Did you go to see Yan Zihui today?"

"Well, she has been on hunger strike since the day she was taken away, fainted several times in the detention center, and is now infused with nutrient solution. Wu Junke did not show an expression similar to a sigh.

"She has been asking to see you, what did she say when she met you today?" Jing Jing felt that she was very much like a spiritual mentor today, from Jing Wenyuan to Wu Xinrong, and now it was Wu Junke's turn.

Wu Junke put a document on the desk in front of Jing Jing.

"She disposed of all the property and shares in her own name, and didn't say anything else to me......"

Wu Junke crossed his hands, and the thumbs of his hands alternated back and forth. She said that she lived like a cloud, and the cloud was a product of the sky, but her status was so humble. When the sky is clear, people like to be cloudless. Once the clouds fall, it means a violent storm. Even if the blue sky and white clouds are swaying with the wind, you can't see and touch them, and you can't help yourself by going with the tide all your life. ”

"Sounds bleak, doesn't it?" quietly flipped through the folder.

"I don't know what it's like. Wu Junke picked up the cigarette in his hand, took one out of the cigarette case, and looked at it in his hand.

Quiet pushed the spread folder aside first, and the whole person didn't look so peaceful. "She can even control the life and death of others, how can she not control her own life? She has had many opportunities to change all this, but she has not done that. If she had come to Dad Wu for help, not to intercede, nothing would have happened at the beginning. ”

But she still cares about her background, and doesn't want you to know that she is actually an illegitimate daughter, and that her mother has done those unspeakable things. Because of this, a source of decay opened. ”

Quietly closed the folder completely. "After she broke free from the clutches of Yan Acropolis, she could have started all over again. With your old relationship, it is not completely impossible to get back together, but she can't wait, she can't wait for anything she wants. So she solved Yan Acropolis by herself, Yan Zichang. For the shares in Wu Dezhi's hands, it seems to be a clever acquisition, but it is actually a big one. Of course, the ultimate goal is still me, an eyesore. ”

Every quiet word falls on the spot impartially.

"Go with the flow, you can't help yourself? Ridiculous and funny! In the posture of being in the position of the weak, what can be done is a murderer. ”

Wu Junke's hands were on the table, his fists clenched tightly. What was clenched in that fist was not anger, but a kind of remorse that could not be grasped. "It's me who attracts people's hatred! You should hate me too! What you once said is all right, the executioner's hands are covered with blood, and you know that my connivance and laissez-faire are not another kind of annihilation!"

Wu Junke held his head and fell into an endless remorse that he couldn't extricate himself from.

Quietly, with a slightly open mouth, slowly closed. Wu Junke was so fragile and helpless, she couldn't bear to say anything more. It turned out that her condemnation of Yan Zihui turned into a whip, and she slapped Wu Junke's body at once, and her skin was open.

It's unbearable to be quiet.

"I didn't hate you, and I won't hate you. ”

Wu Junke put down his hand, raised his head, and unconsciously revealed affection in his eyes, but he felt that it was too inappropriate, and immediately took it back. It's like a light bulb that suddenly flashes, and immediately the filament flickers and goes out.

"It's all because I'm obsessed with it......!

"There are no ifs, only results. ”

Wu Junke's words were cut off by Quiet.

Quiet pursed her lips and puffed out her cheeks. She used her expression to soothe Wu Junke's heart that was about to be sealed. She came to comfort Wu Junke, why did she hit it with a sledgehammer just now, this is not good.

She picked a big red strawberry in the fruit bowl, and took a bite of the strawberry in her mouth, and the fruity aroma was wanton in her nose. "Maybe you're thinking of obsession as a bond. ”

Wu Junke rubbed his face. "How can it be a fetter, these are not beautiful. ”

Quiet took the half-bitten strawberry in her hand, thought about it, and put it back on the plate.

She sighed, long. In fact, each of us has misunderstood our obsession as a fetter. Lost in the infinite fetters of love and power, and then extended indefinitely, over time, boiled into fear and resentment, but we feel that this is a tie, so even if the wound and blood linger on us, those hands still firmly grasp our obsession and die. ”

"Lingering......," Wu Junke muttered to himself.

"What we yearn for, which one is not beautiful? Your second uncle does not want money, but a kind of affirmation, he has always felt that he is no worse than Dad Wu. So he asked Yisen to give full play to his talents. ”

Wu Junke's elbows were propped up on the armrests of the chair, and he listened carefully to the quiet talk.

"Yan Zihui pursues love. Love! Can you say that these two words are not beautiful?"

Wu Junke nodded.

"Your obsession is responsibility, Xiao Rong longs for family affection, and Jing Wenyuan wants success. I am greedy for the only one, and Wang Anchor is doing his best to make up for it. Ruan Qing cares about a sense of security, and Sister Lan regards trust as precious as a diamond......"

Quietly counted them one by one.

"Talent, love, responsibility, affection. Success, uniqueness, compensation, trust, security. Indeed, every word is positive. ”

Wu Junke showed a light smile.

"It is beautiful and deserves to be cherished and persevered. But if you go too far, it's obsession, and if you can't get it, you will lose your mind and go crazy, and it will become resentment. ”

Quiet stood up and picked up her plate of fruit. "I'll go down first, hurry up! The whole family is waiting for you to eat! If you keep blaming yourself, that's a kind of irresponsibility, and I don't think you can do that if you take responsibility as your life's work. ”

Quietly closed the door, Wu Junke put a pair of fists in front of him, and his curled hands slowly let go and laid them flat in front of him.

He seemed to see the words written on his left hand and obsession written on his right hand, and he held it on his chest and held it left and right. Power status, seven emotions and six desires, just be restricted, don't let obsession push you into hell. I want to talk about "The Power of the Bond" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "Youyue Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~