Chapter 455: Too Deep Poisoning (Text)
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Chen Hai was slightly stunned, then nodded and said, "Well, okay." ”
The two left the dormitory and went directly to the small restaurant opposite the school, Mo Shaokun ordered a few dishes and asked for a few bottles of beer.
He had eaten it just now, but Chen Hai, this kid, obviously hadn't eaten it yet, and Mo Shaokun knew that he must be very uncomfortable in his heart, and it might be better to drink some wine with him.
opened the wine bottle and poured two glasses, he picked up the glass and touched Chen Hai lightly, and the two of them raised their heads and drank them all.
"How's the New Year?" Mo Shaokun grabbed a peanut and threw it away, and asked.
"It's okay, isn't that what the Chinese New Year is all about? Eating and drinking, visiting relatives and friends, is not interesting. Chen Hai chuckled.
"How do I think you have a bit of a taste of seeing through the red dust? You weren't like that before. Mo Shaokun put down his chopsticks and looked at Chen Hai.
"People will always grow up, they used to be ignorant and knew how to fool around all day long, but now it's different." Chen Hai shook his head.
Mo Shaokun chuckled, Chen Hai has indeed changed a lot, but this has nothing to do with growing up at all.
"Didn't you see Wei Qianqian today?"
Chen Hai's face darkened instantly when he heard this, and he nodded.
"Why bother? What do you think you've tortured yourself into now? Is it worth it? Mo Shaokun asked with a slight frown.
Chen Hai smiled bitterly and looked up at Mo Shaokun and said, "Is it worth it?" I don't know, but I can't help myself. ”
Pouring himself a glass of wine and drinking it all, Chen Hai clutched the wine glass tightly, and said with some unwillingness in his eyes: "I really don't understand, weishenme Qianqian still misses that Huang Ziwen!" If it weren't for Huang Ziwen, she wouldn't have ended up like this, what did she think? ”
"Who is right about feelings? You don't know that Wei Qianqian weishenme will always read Huang Ziwen, just like we don't understand that you weishenme will always read her. ”
After a pause, Mo Shaokun said: "But Wei Qianqian has no hope, Huang Ziwen is dead." ”
Chen Hai's body trembled slightly, and he looked at Mo Shaokun in disbelief and said, "Death...... He's dead? Isn't it time for him to be executed yet? ”
"Maybe that kid has too many enemies, someone bought the prison guards to poison his food, and he couldn't be saved after being sent to the hospital, maybe this is the so-called retribution." Mo Shaokun sighed lightly and sighed a little.
When he first learned of Huang Ziwen's death, he didn't believe it, and even came up with fake news that the old Huang family planned to save Huang Ziwen.
But later he confirmed from Fang Yun's mouth that Huang Ziwen was really dead, as a big brother in the Kyoto circle, Fang Yun has a very wide network in Kyoto, and he has a friend who went to the hospital to see the body in person and confirmed that it was Huang Ziwen.
There is no public announcement about this matter in the old Huang family and the prison, basically no one knows except for the people in the circle, and Huang Ziwen's aftermath is also very simple, I heard that he was directly pulled to burn and then the ashes were handed over to his parents, as for where he was buried, no one knows.
Think about Huang Ziwen a few months ago, he was still fighting with himself openly and secretly, but it has only been a few months, and he has been separated forever. Even as a former enemy, Mo Shaokun was a little emotional, not that he sympathized with Huang Ziwen, but that he felt that something was impermanent.
Chen Hai sat on the chair in a daze, and after a while, his face turned pale and said, "It's over, if Qianqian knows it, she will definitely die of sadness." ”
Mo Shaokun looked at Chen Hai with some astonishment, originally he thought that Chen Hai should be very excited after learning the news, after all, if Huang Ziwen died, Wei Qianqian would be dead, and he would have more opportunities.
But who knew that Chen Hai was actually thinking about the problem from Wei Qianqian's perspective at such a time, which made Mo Shaokun feel a little unpleasant in his heart.
"No, this matter can't be let Qianqian know, she is already living in it, if she knows, I'm afraid she won't be able to think about it." Chen Hai shook his head and seemed to be talking to himself.
Mo Shaokun frowned and said, "Ah Hai, I see that you are going to have problems if you continue like this." ”
Chen Hai didn't react in the slightest, still sitting on the chair in a daze, pale and didn't know what he was thinking.
After a while, Chen Haimeng raised his head and looked at Mo Shaokun and said, "Shaokun, you said that the reason why Qianqian refused to see me was because she already knew about Huang Ziwen, and she was so sad that she refused to see me." I...... What am I going to do? In case she really can't think about it......"
Mo Shaokun looked at Chen Hai and his eyes gradually showed a hint of solemnity, Chen Hai's condition was much more serious than he imagined, this guy was completely obsessed with Wei Qianqian now.
"Don't worry, not many people know about this matter, and Wei Qianqian can't know it." Mo Shaokun said, let's let Chen Hai's mood stabilize first.
"You...... Are you sure? Chen Hai looked at him.
Mo Shaokun nodded and said, "I'm sure, Wei Qianqian definitely doesn't know about this." ”
With a long breath, Chen Hai muttered, "That's good, it's good that she doesn't know." ”
Mo Shaokun didn't say anything more, thinking about how to help Chen Hai, his current situation was really bad.
Maybe he should find a psychiatrist to enlighten him, and he may be able to have some effect, but in these days, psychiatrists are still a new profession in the mainland, not to mention the scarcity of numbers, and there are still many people who are collecting money under the guise of psychiatrists, but in fact, they have no ability at all.
After thinking about it, Mo Shaokun's eyes lit up slightly, and after a while, Feng Jingcheng and they were going to come to Anping and Zhong'an Province to negotiate investment, so let him help find a reliable psychiatrist from Hong Kong Island and bring it by the way.
Chen Hai didn't drink enough, and after a few glasses of beer, his face gradually turned ruddy, and his words began to increase.
There are some things that he usually keeps in his heart and can't say to others, but now he says them with the strength of wine.
He even said that he began to cry silently, and a big man sat in a small restaurant and cried bitterly regardless of his image, which caused other diners to look at this side.
Mo Shaokun was also helpless about this, listening to Chen Hai's chattering words, which made him even more determined to find a psychiatrist for Chen Hai to enlighten and enlighten him, otherwise this guy would go crazy sooner or later!
One kept crying about the grievances in his heart, one listening quietly, and in this way, time slowly passed away, and before he knew it, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and Chen Hai was already drunk at this time, but even so, he was still lying on the table and shaking his head and muttering something, and he didn't know whether he was talking to Mo Shaokun or talking to himself.
Seeing this, Mo Shaokun sighed quietly, settled the bill, and carried him back to school.
When the brothers in the dormitory saw Chen Hai's appearance, they asked with concern one by one.
"Shaokun, why did this guy drink like this?"
"He's too aggrieved in his heart, it's better to let him drink some wine to vent." Mo Shaokun said.
"What did he tell you?" Huang Weigang asked.
Mo Shaokun opened his mouth and sighed lightly: "Okay, don't ask, let him sleep well." When he wakes up, don't talk about it in front of him, I'll try to see if I can help him during this time. ”
Seeing this, the brothers looked at me, I looked at you, and they all looked at Chen Hai, who had fallen asleep on the bed.
Everyone has been together for so long, and they are very uncomfortable when they see Chen Hai like this