Zhao Kuangran opened his eyes suddenly, there was already a light in front of him, as if the darkness of the night had been erased by something, and there seemed to be a heavy rain outside the house.

Zhao Kuangran got up from the bed, there was no familiar pain on his body, this lightness even made Zhao Kuangran wonder if he was dead or not, for a person who had endured too much suffering and had no respite, the peace in front of him was too pleasing to the eye.

There was a brand new black suit hanging in front of him, Zhao Kuangran knew what it meant, took off his pajamas and put them on, and took a picture in front of the dressing mirror, as if he had a diǎn meaning, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, this suit always gave Zhao Kuangchao an illusion, very much like what Yi Yinghuo chose for him.

Zhao Kuangran was stunned for a while, rubbed his eyes, felt that his nose was a little sore, he missed her, he missed her, from the first day of acquaintance to the last day, what a long journey, and what a short journey, in this journey Zhao Kuangran gained a lot and lost more.

If he did it all over again, he might still have no hesitation, Zhao Kuang tightened his tie in a hurry, maybe he would be more energetic, but it was just a little more energetic.

"Firefly, what do you want me to become?" Zhao Kuangran muttered to the mirror, and before he finished speaking, the door was suddenly opened, and several fancy guys carried Zhao Kuangchao out.

Barbers, makeup artists, stylists, costume artists, a few guys who seem to be extremely fashionable fought for three hours against Zhao Kuangran, the first time he saw such a big pomp in his life, and finally pulled Zhao Kuangran from the ranks of ** silk to a rank. The messy hairstyle has become a neat short hair, the scars on the face have also been covered up, and the complexion has not been adjusted much because it is originally pale.

This made Zhao Kuangchao wonder if he could bring Gong San'er in, and whether he could make that thief-eyed young man a decent gentleman.

The clock points to the ten diǎn, Zhao Kuang chaotic is completely restored to the free body, is straight (2) dǐng (2) diǎn (2) small (2) said, .→.o☆s_ (); Throwing out this place like the actor's backstage, Zhao Kuangchao wandered around the huge Zhuo family compound like a ghost, this usually empty courtyard seemed to be a little more festive, perhaps because of the effect of the hanging red.

Holding a black umbrella, Zhao Kuangran was no longer too unfamiliar with this yard, and walked to the fish pond with a familiar car, as if the fish pond was the last pure land in this courtyard that was quiet but had a strong taste of the times.

Maybe he is the most inexplicable groom in the world, Zhao Kuang smiled helplessly, feeling like a puppet, letting those who operate the line fiddle with it, fiddling with the shape they like at will, maybe because one day it will be old or broken, it will be thrown out directly, there is no choice at all.

But today there seems to be one more person in front of the fish pond, one more old man, the old man is also holding a black umbrella, standing in front of the beaten fish pond, Zhao Kuanglan has never seen this old man with a white mustache, but between the eyebrows of the old man, it seems that he can feel that this is a bad-tempered guy, this is just Zhao Kuangran's intuition at first sight, of course, these things are from Gong San'er.

The Gong San'er, who was full of crooked ways, seemed to be the one who had the greatest influence on Zhao Kuangchao.

Zhao Kuangran didn't walk towards the old man, after all, this old man can suppress Zhao Kuangran's great aura, and belongs to the level of the old monster defined in Zhao Kuangran's world, Zhao Kuangran walked directly to the other side of the fish pond, sat down on the wet rain flower stone, and no matter how expensive this suit was, he was stunned as if he was chewing a small grass in Qinglong Village.

But the old man seemed to notice Zhao Kuangchao, strode towards Zhao Kuangchao, walked to a position not far behind Zhao Kuangchao, cleared his throat and said, "Is it okay to be injured?" ”

Zhao Kuang turned his head, in the heavy rain, looking at this old man who seemed to be already furious just by looking at him, silently diǎn diǎn head, just as Zhao Kuangran was about to ask if this old man let him continue this, the old man snorted coldly and said: "Don't thank me, I just don't want to see the son-in-law of the Zhuo family, who will enter the coffin after a few years." ”

Zhao Kuang was stunned, didn't come back to his senses, stood up and scratched his head and said, "I don't know the name of the old gentleman." ”

"The owner of this courtyard, you don't need to know the name, it's useless, just a code name." The old man glanced at Zhao Kuangran, looking at this young man who was not considered but was quite refreshed, his expression did not change much, but his expression softened slightly, and he seemed to feel that this Zhao Kuangran was not so dazzling.

Zhao Kuang swallowed his saliva vigorously, thinking that this old man was the character of Zhao Baichuan of the Zhuo family, and he didn't know whether it was fate or bad fate, he actually met such an old Hades from here, he had heard from Gong San'er that the head of the Zhuo family was notoriously short-tempered, and of course the means were the same.

"Why, being scared silly just by the name? I still wonder what kind of fierce tiger man the Zhao family has educated, I still have a little expectation when I see the wound on your body, but when you really stand in front of me, let the old man have diǎn disappointed. Zhuo Wenwu said with a displeased expression, as if he didn't like Zhao Kuangran's actions, but it wasn't to the point of being angry, maybe it was just that his expectations for Zhao Kuangchao were too great, thinking about this pawn abandoned by the Zhao family, it couldn't be so dazzling.

After listening to what Zhuo Wenwu said, Zhao Kuang's face was calm, and he was not hit by these words, he felt that there was no need to pretend that he did not belong to himself, after all, it was extremely difficult to change himself in the eyes of others, and a little carelessness might make him even more hateful.

Zhuo Wenwu looked at Zhao Kuangchao, who was unmoved by his mocking expression, his expression was even more displeased, it seemed that this particularly temperamental person was still disgusted with people who had no temper, touched his chin and said: "Zhao Jinglei's son, the successor of the Zhao family who has worked hard to cultivate, and the child rescued by the old man Wei Chi who is not afraid of the catastrophe, if you let them see your current appearance, I don't know what they will think." ”

Zhao Kuangchao was still silent, his heart was even touched by this, this is something very far away from him, although he was born in this matter, he is just a child who has been in the mountains for twenty years, and has only stepped into this era for two years, if there is ambition, then it is the hatred that has been dragged hard, and other things have been left in the slightest.

"If, if someone comes to make some unpleasant trouble today, I hope you can let them go, they are not easy people." Zhao Kuang said nonsense, a little old-fashioned, but also a little ridiculous.

Zhuo Wenwu looked at this guy who was estimated to be less than one-third of his age but sighed beside him, and suddenly smiled, if the rest of the Zhuo family was present, he would definitely drop his jaw, this notoriously short-tempered old man, I am afraid that the number of times he smiles in a year can be counted with one hand, but this smile in front of Zhao Kuangchao, it seems that it is not strange at all, maybe it is because of Zhao Kuangran's background for no reason, Zhao Kuangran's complicated life experience, or just the word fate.

"Promised?" Zhao Kuang was laughed at by Zhuo Wenwu inexplicably.

"It depends on how far they get into trouble, but I don't want you, the son-in-law who comes to the door, to cause me any trouble, let alone feel sorry for Zhuo Yue, otherwise even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I will find you and make your life worse than death." Zhuo Wenwu didn't look at Zhao Kuang as if he was joking.

"It's not like what a mother's family should say to me." Zhao Kuangran was shocked by Zhuo Wenwu's expression and broke out in a cold sweat, knowing that Zhuo Wenwu was definitely not joking with him.

"You can try." Zhuo Wenwu stretched out his big hand and patted Zhao Kuangran's back, his strength was a little rude, and he almost let Zhao Kuangchao plant himself in this fish pond, if he really fell into it, it would be absolutely ridiculous.

"Are you sorry for her? I don't think I have the right to respond, Master Zhuo, do you think this is really good? I think you also understand that it is too difficult to bring two people who have never known each other together. Zhao Kuang said nonsense, and did not avoid this topic because of Zhuo Wenwu's sentence that life is better than death, after all, this is something that will be encountered sooner or later, rather than staying in the heart to torture the soul, it is better to say it directly, whether it is for Zhao Kuangran, or Zhuo Yue, or for anyone.

This time Zhuo Wenwu was silent, only the sound of rain, it seemed that this old man also had some unspeakable secrets, and secretly shook his head and said: "You young people always think that you have no choice, and complain about this era, how can we old things have a choice?" Although I know it's sad, when it's time to jump, I have to jump, this is life, it's too perfect, it's called a movie, it hurts so much that it doesn't die, and it's so unsatisfactory, it seems that even the moment when I was finally buried in the ground, my heart was anxious. This is your taste and our taste. ”

Zhao Kuangran secretly lowered his head, he didn't know why he was so tired to live, and he didn't know what was tormenting, he always felt that the more he walked this road, the more illusory he felt, as if he didn't know what he was living for, what he was dying for.

Life is a puddle of mud, walking and walking will stop moving, sinking deeper and deeper, making people unable to extricate themselves, time is the most useful concoction, so that this puddle of mud becomes muddy water. Let those who can't extricate themselves move forward, but they don't know what they have discarded, because that puddle of mud is long gone. Keep losing, keep moving forward, until the day when I can't move forward after being lost, I have been in a trance for so many years, I have lost everything, and I have lost the ability to move forward, so I have to go into the ground.