Sima Yong left Wanguo Real Estate and did not go to see Su Wushuang, but went to the suburbs.

Away from the city, very remote place. There is a botanical garden nearby, beautiful and quiet, perfect for seclusion. This area has only started to develop in recent years, and there are a lot of real estate projects, but the occupancy rate is very low.

An ordinary community, an ordinary house.

Sima Yong stood at the door for a long time, his hand raised, fell, raised again, and fell again. Sima Yong, who has always been indifferent, cold and tough, at this moment, he was nervous like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, knocking on the door of a girl he had a crush on.

He rubbed his hands back and forth, lit a cigarette, and squatted on the ground without an image until the end of his smoking, before he stood up suddenly, as if he had finally made up his mind to knock on the door.

But it finally stopped.

Sima Yong sighed, smiled self-deprecatingly, and re-entered the elevator.

He stood downstairs and looked up at the window of the house, as if he was going to stand there forever. He didn't even realize it when night fell.

His eyes turned red inexplicably, and occasionally passers-by looked at him curiously, but he didn't care.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Sima Yong sniffed twice, rubbed his face fiercely, and said to himself: "Sima Yong, this is what you owe, you should pay it ......back."

He went to the supermarket near the community, bought a lot of skin care products and snacks, and then strode into the community and came to the door of the house again.

Without hesitation this time, he knocked on the door.

A voice came from inside, very kind: "Xiaowan, Duoduo, go and open the door for your Aunt Xiaowan." ”

The door opened, and a young boy poked his head out.

Seeing Sima Yong, the originally happy smile suddenly disappeared, staring at his eyes, as if he had seen a hungry wolf who specialized in holding children, his little face turned pale with fright, he trotted away from the house, hid behind an old lady, hugged the old lady's legs, and secretly looked at Sima Yong.

The old lady was in her fifties, but she looked like she was already in her prime. The vicissitudes of time carved wrinkles on her face, her hands were dry and rough, her skin drooped and dark, but her hair was already snow-white. Wearing a simple and old-fashioned cotton jacket, those eyes are different from ordinary people, like dead fish, miserable and white, and like a spring silkworm cocoon in it, thick and turbid.

Very strict zhòng's cataract!

The old man's eyesight has long deteriorated, although he is not blind, but it is almost the same. A person a foot away can't distinguish his facial features, and can only see a shadow.

The old lady still had a smile on her face, looked at Sima Yong, her eyes were empty, and asked, "Xiaowan, I haven't seen you for a while." Haven't you been busy lately? Also, you have a little girl's family, and you have to manage such a big company, and it's hard work. But no matter how hard you work, you have to be kind to yourself, you should rest and rest, this person, there is only one life, and if it is gone, you will find out that the things around you, what is the use of asking for it......"

When she said this, her tone could not hide a deep sadness and sadness.

Sima Yong's eyes couldn't help but turn red again.

He took two deep breaths, rubbed his nose, and held back his sadness, but his voice changed a little. He whispered, "Mom, it's me." ”

The old lady's face suddenly changed drastically. If it was a harmonious spring breeze just now, now it is thousands of miles of ice and snow.

She gritted her teeth and wanted to eat people.

You can't imagine how terrifying it is for a dying old man to emanate with hatred in his sickly, desperate eyes.

She clenched her teeth tightly, but there was a perverted smile on the corner of her mouth, and she tried her best to make her voice gentle, but the words she said were already gritting her teeth.

She waved her hand and said, "Come closer, I don't have a good look." ”

Sima Yong took a few steps forward and stood in front of him.

Syllable!

A crisp and loud slap was neatly slapped on Sima Yong's face. Sima Yong was still standing firmly, but the old lady staggered because of excessive force.

She scolded: "Brute! You wolf-hearted brute! Whose son are you? I have only one cub in my life, and his name is Zuo Yiming." Isn't it enough for you to kill him? Why did you come to us and our mother-in-law and grandson? Do you want to kill me and Duoduo and send them to hell too? You speak! You sue me, why are you still here!"

The old lady howled and cried, beating Sima Yong madly.

Sima Yong was motionless, unable to fight back, scolded and scolded, and his left cheek was red and swollen, but he didn't notice it. He just kept his head down, like a child who made a mistake, and he went against the grain.

Duoduo was frightened and cried, holding the old lady's legs, opening her small mouth, and tears in her eyes.

After five minutes of fighting, the old lady was not angry enough, and she was already too tired to breathe.

He sat on the couch, weak, desperate, and decadent, waved his hand, and said, "You go...... Forget me, don't come to harass my old wife and Duoduo again. The past is gone. Yiming has created evil, and he deserves to be accepted by Lord Yama. The old woman and my godson have no way, and I deserve to be blind. Duoduo is the son of Yiming, his father's debts are repaid, and he deserves to live today without tomorrow. I have no hope for the rest of my life. Every day before I go to bed, all I have to do is kneel on the balcony and pray to God. Sima Yong, do you know what I'm praying for? hahaha...... I pray for the wicked to be recompensed for their wickedness, and God will thunder you in the sky. God is blind, give a crime to Yiming, give us a family, but let you, the worst person, live freely. Sima Yong, I really want to die! When I die, I will be able to turn into a terrible ghost, haunt you every day, and let you live in peace!"

The words are bloody, the smell is all creepy, the old lady is already like a living ghost, the body lives the soul of the dead, and the existence of zài is the most vicious curse.

Sima Yong said: "Mom, I'm sorry!"

The old lady became excited again, and roared, "Get out! Get out! I'll let you go! Who is your brute's mother? At your call, I'm afraid I won't have a good life in my next life." Sima Dog, get out of front of me!"

Sima Yong sighed, didn't say anything more, put down the gift in his hand, took a deep look, and then retreated and went out.

Entering the elevator, his calm was finally gone, he lit a cigarette with trembling hands, squatted on the ground, curled up in the corner, whimpering, a big man who stood up to the sky, a business ghost that everyone called Mr., a legend who wanted the world to get at his fingertips, but at this moment, he was helpless and pitiful like a beggar.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl got on the elevator and looked at him curiously, and finally couldn't help but talk.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Sima Yong stopped crying, wiped away his tears, stood up, and was as straight as before, holding his head high, and his aura suddenly became arrogant.

He said: "Now, the people I meet are all good people! They call me Emperor Sima and Mr. one by one. They invited me to eat the best meals, drink the best wine, and stay in the best hotels. They sell me favors, they smile when they see me, and they don't put on a show. ”

The little girl said enviously: "You are so lucky." ”

Sima Yong looked at her: "Why don't you ask me about it?"

The little girl glared and asked, "So what?"

"It turns out that all I met were wicked people! They humiliated me and despised me. They cornered me, beat me up, and verbally abused me. They filled my jug with urine, and I found out and forced me to drink. They call me loser, they call me ****. They will say, you have an idiom in China called daydreaming......"

The little girl was stunned and asked, "Haven't you met a good person?"

"Yes!" Sima Yong closed his eyes, raised his head, muttered for a long time, and said, "His name is Zuo Yiming!"