"No, no, my sister didn't die!" Du Deming roared hysterically, his bloodshot eyes revealing an almost mad determination.

"Yes, no, didn't you just go to see your sister?" While comforting Du Deming, who was about to collapse, I turned my head and glared at Zhang Qiang fiercely.

This mouth ladybug!

Zhang Qiang looked at Du Deming like that, and knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he shrunk himself into the sofa, looked at me with a blank eye, and then looked at Du Deming.

"I'm sorry, I'm just curious, I don't mean anything else, don't mind!" After saying that, he lowered his head, not daring to say anything more.

Du Deming gasped for breath, and it took a long time before he finally calmed down.

"That day, I looked for my sister for a long time." He suddenly raised his head with a sickly smile on his face, as if he was suddenly relieved: "Finally, I found her in the locker of the toilet washstand, it turned out that she was afraid of her mother and hid. ”

I opened my eyes wide and subconsciously swallowed.

However, as if he couldn't see our expressions, he continued to talk to himself.

"Later, my father couldn't stand her suspicions all day long and filed for divorce. At that time, the family didn't have much money, and my father just continued to work in my grandfather's martial arts school. But...... In less than half a year, he remarried a mysterious woman, who also brought two children a few years older than me, she seemed to be very rich, and gave his father a large amount of money to invest, and soon, my father opened hundreds of chain martial arts schools across the country, making a lot of money. Of course...... As the children of my ex-wife, my sister and I were naturally swept away. ”

"What about your mother?" Knowing that Du Deming, who has always been shy and introverted, has such an unknown side, I suddenly felt some sympathy for this boy in my heart.

Du Deming smiled bitterly, he shook his head: "Originally, according to the woman's meaning, not a penny should be left to our mother and son, but my father still couldn't bear it in the end." He left us the old apartment. But at the end of the day, we're just outcasts. ”

"And after that?" Zhang Qiang couldn't help but be curious and looked at him.

"Later? Later, my mother continued to live in the apartment with my sister and me, but her nerves became more and more abnormal. She seemed to hate me and my sister, and I was pretty good compared to my sister. Du Deming sighed, stood up and sat back on the sofa: "She locks herself in her room every day, and she doesn't see anyone or talk to anyone, just keeps muttering to herself." ”

"What about the two of you? What do you do? I looked at him with some sympathy.

"At that time, I was hungry every day, I couldn't eat enough every day, and I ran out of things at home." Du Deming lowered his head and put his fingers into his hair: "Just when I thought I was about to die, I finally found the passbook that my father left to my mother, and there were some savings in it. I took the passbook and withdrew the money, but I was only in junior high school, so I bought my own groceries and cooked every day, took care of my mother, and stayed up with my sister for more than a year. ”

"And then?" I asked while patting Du Deming on the back to comfort him.

"However, at the end of that year, my sister had a high fever and a severe cold because of a cold, and I took her to several clinics, but the situation did not improve. Moreover, the savings ...... It's running out too. Speaking of this, his originally delicate eyes suddenly widened to an exaggerated degree.

He suddenly stood up again.

His gaze swept over the three of us, and finally stopped at Zhang Qiang.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Du Deming suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhang Qiang's collar and lifted him up at once.

The force was terrifying, Zhang Qiang struggled several times, but he couldn't pull out his clothes.

"Sister, sister, she's very sick, she's ...... She's dying! Du Deming couldn't stop thinking in pieces, his expression was a little distorted: "At this time, my father appeared, and I begged him to save my sister." My father agreed, but ...... What that woman means is that my sister will follow her from now on and be raised by her, and I will also be trained as the successor of the martial arts school, but my mother, my mother will have to be sent to a psychiatric hospital for compulsory treatment. ”

"That, Deming, you let him go first, don't get excited, speak slowly." I cautiously walked over to him and reassured.

Du Deming looked at me, and finally let go of Zhang Qiang.

Seeing this, I handed him the cup on the coffee table again: "After that, was your mother sent to a mental hospital?" ”

When he heard this, he shook his head gloomily, and the look in his eyes became more and more painful and complicated.

"My mom she, she's ......" Du Deming's eyes began to moisten, he looked up, closed his eyes, and a tear slipped down his cheek.

"The night she was about to be admitted to a psychiatric hospital, she committed suicide in her apartment." He opened his eyes again, but there was no light in them: "In her bedroom, the walls were full of cursed words cursing her father, and blood soaked the entire white sheet. ”

Hearing this, even Zhao Qiqi let out an inaudible sigh.

Du Deming said, the fingers of his left hand clenched into his fist embedded in the skin, the nails digging deep into the flesh, and the blood began to drip down.

"In this way, from then on, I was sent to the martial arts school and began a monotonous and boring life. It wasn't until I was in high school that I vaguely understood why my father had brought me back to him to raise me, and why the woman had compromised. He seemed to have aged a lot, and put his teacup back on the table with his right hand.

I glanced at my left hand, which was still dripping blood, and hesitated to bandage him, but I was afraid of proddling him again.

Just wanted to ask, but Du Deming continued to speak.

"It turned out that when my father was not yet established as a chain of martial arts schools, in order to show his filial piety, and more importantly, my grandfather accounted for most of the funds of the martial arts school headquarters in my name back then, and all actions could only be carried out with my grandfather's consent. Therefore, my father, who did not report much hope, signed an agreement with my grandfather at the beginning of the investment, if the investment is successful in the future, my grandfather can own 60% of all assets, and the remaining 40%, my sister and I will each own about 10%, and the agreement has been notarized. So ......"

"So, when your grandfather knew that you were abandoned in disguise, he made a condition to your father and forced him to take you back to raise, which is why that woman would also compromise?" I immediately understood.

Du Deming nodded: "My father didn't expect the investment to go so smoothly at first, but later, he regretted it, but it was too late." ”

"Oh, I see!" When Zhang Qiang heard this, he slapped his head in hindsight: "In other words, your father, or that woman, in order to get a total of 20% of the assets owned by you and your sister, as well as your grandfather's part of the money in the future, has to agree to take you and your sister back to raise them." ”

"Yes." Du Deming raised his hand, looked at the blood stains that gradually solidified on his hands, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Another thing suddenly occurred to me: "And what is the scene we are seeing today?" She's your sister? ”