readx; Time and time again, Wuchen knew that his mother was there, and the number of times he went to the Qinglou naturally increased. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoQinglou is the land of fireworks, and where does the woman in Qinglou come from so much time to relax, every time Wuchen hides in the cubicle, waiting for his mother to send away waves of guests, drinking and joking with them, only in the dead of night, all the guests are dispersed, Yun Ji has time to accompany her son who has not seen her for a long time.

Wuchen continued to grow up, and he was able to understand some general and worldly things, and gradually understood what this place was and what his mother did, and began to feel a little unhappy to see his mother laughing with other men, and he had a slight resistance to this place. As he got older, he came less and less often, and stayed for less and less time. When the last group of guests left, it was not early, Wuchen felt sorry for Yun Ji, so when Yun Ji put down everything to prepare to accompany him, Wuchen said lightly: "Mom, you are tired, you should rest first!" Then he left without looking back, Wuchen was indeed distressed by Yun Ji, but in Yun Ji's opinion, this was undoubtedly an rejection of himself.

Looking at the figure of Wuchen leaving, Yun Ji lowered her head, she didn't even have the ** to keep, and smiled dismally: "Wuchen, you finally start to dislike my identity and want to break off the relationship with me, I can accept it, I know that for a person like me, it is already a blessing from God to have an excellent child like you, how dare I pray to you......"

One snowy night, as usual, dustless waited in the compartment, but that night came an unusual guest, whose appearance changed his life.

Chen Guogong's younger brother Jing Gong spent a lot of money, just to find Yun Ji's side tonight, how did Du Yiniang refuse the temptation of this daughter, and had no choice but to shorten the time between Yun Ji and Wuchen again.

After three rounds of drinking, Jing Gong may be drunk or maybe he is drunk, he staggered to his feet, and his treatment of Yun Ji became more and more irregular, his hands began to roam over her, and his son was watching from behind. How could Wuchen see these unbearable pictures, he tried his best to retreat, and begged with a half-smile: "Jing Gong, Jing Gong, you are drunk." The concubine will find someone to pay you back! It's just that it didn't stop the movement of Jing Gong's hand.

Jing Gong smiled insolently with that obscene face: "Yun Ji, do you know how long I have been looking forward to having fun with you, you will fulfill me today." ”

No matter how young and ignorant Wuchen is, his mother is being humiliated, which can be seen. Inevitably, his blood surged, his hands clenched into fists, and he wanted to rush out in the next second, but he was stopped by Yun Ji with his eyes. This is a prince and nobleman, you can't afford to offend a small child, and I can't afford to offend, I can't protect you, don't make trouble. Wuchen gritted his teeth and endured it, but this time it became the regret of Wuchen's life.

Yun Ji kept backing away. Jing Gong approached step by step, when there was no way back from behind, Jing Gong grabbed Yun Ji's hand, wanting to kiss Fang Ze, Yun Ji couldn't let his son see this scene, and used all his strength to shake off Jing Gong's restraint, a center of gravity was unstable, and fell to the railing, the railing was in disrepair, and the interior was already hollowed out and could not be supported. , fell.

The height of the four-story building, with a miserable scream, exploded a bloody flower in the snowy night. It's all over the place. That scream woke up Jing Gong, realized his mistake, and fled in a panic. Wuchen rushed out of the cubicle, and all he saw was the figure lying on the ground, a red veil on his body that merged with a pool of blood on the ground.

Yun Ji, who was lying on the ground and was already having trouble breathing, looked at the small figure upstairs. That's her own son, she doesn't care if she will live or not, she just wants to look at her child, even if it's the last time. I wanted to raise my hand to summon him, but I found that I didn't even have the strength to move, and sighed, and when I looked at Wuchen, I found that there was no one in that place. Yun Ji laughed miserably, but her facial expression twitched, she couldn't make a sound at all, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and sighed in her heart: Chen'er, I don't ask for your forgiveness, I just hope that you must live well in the future, I can't see you again.

None of your own children can forgive yourself, so what's the point of being alive, just go for it. The last bit of survival consciousness is disillusioned like this, and the last bit of consciousness is gone.

Wuchen panicked, he hurriedly ran downstairs, looking sluggish, and crawled to the door, fixed his body, and then looked at his mother, and saw only a gradually cold corpse.

Yun Ji died, died so quietly, died in that cold night, where her life ended. Jing Gong suppressed with money power, Qinglou had no choice but to swallow his anger, even if there was no Jing Gong's suppression, what could he do, just a girl, who would care, the next day he found that she was gone, at most he said a word, if he found out that she was dead, at most he would collect money and bury it, their lives were like mustard, and they were worthless in the eyes of others, but in his opinion......

Walking on the street without dust, I can't see all the pictures, I can't hear all the sounds, and I keep muttering in my heart: Mom died, she died in front of her eyes, but she was not able to save her...... Because I'm too weak, that's why my mom stopped me, if I can be strong, then I can protect my mom, I'm going to be strong, I'm going to be ...... Kill him...... Protect mom. The innocence in his eyes has faded, buried forever, and replaced by tenacity and resentment.

Yun Ji's dead mother-in-law naturally knows, but this matter should calm Wuchen's heart first. Wuchen sat in the courtyard, not feeling any cold, he was waiting for that person to appear, let that person help him, become stronger.

Kneeling down at the person who came from a distance, he said firmly, "Auntie, I want to be strong." ”

The beautiful voice echoed in the snowy night, so ethereal, "Do you have that understanding?" ”

"Since then, there has been no dustless person in the world, only Kazama."

Years later, on the street, there was a lively scene, and a boy about thirteen years old locked everyone's eyes. Dressed in white clothes, untouched by mortal dust, his long straight black hair is only bound by a hairband, some strands of hair are scattered on his chest at will, his facial features are even more handsome, and the evil smile at the corner of his mouth shows that he is uninhibited, but it is even more eye-catching, holding a folding fan in his hand, playing with which jade pendant at the end of the folding fan, his appearance is eye-catching, even if he says what kind of system it is, but his eyes cannot be transferred for a moment.

His name is Kazama, and he is a newcomer to a theater troupe in the city, but he has won the love of many people because of his terrible face and that unstoppable personality.

As he passed by a magnificent building, he couldn't help but stop, his eyes revealing a trace of unnoticed pain and a silent determination to hide. Stopping in front of this building, it couldn't help but make people think wildly, and a person next to him laughed: "What's wrong with Kazama Childe, do you want to go to the Qinglou to play?" ”

The corner of Kazama's mouth showed that trademark evil smile, turned his head to look at the man, and said, "I don't care, I can do it at any time, but you, if you want to go, will this lady next to you allow it?" He pointed to the woman beside the man, said the following words defiantly, then glanced at it with an arrogant smile, and walked away without looking back. He gritted his teeth without asking if the man hated in the back, and he, Kazama, didn't care. And the person he cared about had long since left this place and ceased to exist. (To be continued.) )