Ji Ci didn't know when he withdrew, leaving Chen Mingsheng and his son alone, Chen Mingsheng sniffed, pulled his thoughts back from his memory, looked at Mr. Chen with a tired face and said, "Dad......"

Mr. Chen's eyelids closed heavily, opened again, and brilliance began to appear in his eyes.

"Ahem."

Mr. Chen coughed twice, Chen Mingsheng on the side hurriedly stepped forward and poured him a glass of water, the water cup was sent to Mr. Chen's mouth, slightly tilted, he dried until his peeling mouth touched the warm water, and he raised his head with great effort, wanting to take a big sip, but Chen Mingsheng took the cup farther away, pressed Mr. Chen's shoulder, and brought the cup over again, and poured it into him little by little.

Mr. Chen drank the water, his throat, which had been dry for a day, finally moistened a little, he exhaled a mouthful of turbidity, turned his head slightly, and said to Chen Mingsheng: "I'm fine." ”

"Hmm." Chen Mingsheng responded in a sullen voice and put the water glass aside, his father was still so reckless.

The road from street gangster Xiao Chen to Mr. Chen of the Chen Group was very difficult, and his mother accompanied his father for a while, and he accompanied his father for a while.

His mother's death made him decide to completely withdraw from that gray area, but this kind of place has always been easy to enter and difficult to get out.

He was kidnapped once when he was in junior high school, he was greedy for fun, took the 3,000 yuan given by his father, called a group of small followers, and went to the always dim place in the corner of the city.

The chick in the crop top and the exaggerated eyeshadow poured him a few glasses of wine, and he fell asleep, waking up to find himself tied to a wooden chair with the end there, surrounded by darkness and without a window.

His eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, and it took him a moment to see his surroundings, and he noticed a bright spot diagonally above him, lit up once every three seconds, and if he guessed correctly, it was supposed to be a camera.

The sound of water droplets, drop after drop, was amplified in this incomparably precise space, as if it was about to pierce his eardrums.

No one brought him food or water, and he didn't know whether his captors were asking for money or killing him, or if they were asking for money and killing him.

At the beginning, his father was accompanied by an Uncle Li, his father's brother in distress, his hair was very short, and he had a finger-long scar on his left ear, which he said had been injured in a fight with the gangsters on the west side of the street.

Uncle Li once picked up a little girl, yellow and thin, with big eyes, which seemed to fall out of the sunken eye sockets in an instant.

Uncle Li told him that this little girl was kidnapped by him, and that she was the daughter of a gangster leader who always opposed them in the west of the street, and he said that he would wait for the gangsters to kneel down and beg him before he let his daughter go.

But he waited for two days, but no one came, and he was afraid that this girl, who was already like a bundle of firewood, would starve to death, so he would feed her four bowls of rice a day.

He looked at the little girl eating the lard bibimbap with relish, and felt that Uncle Li must have kidnapped the wrong person, this is not the daughter of the gangster, it should be the daughter of a beggar, such an unpalatable lard bibimbap is so delicious.

Three days later, a couple came to the door and said that Uncle Li had abducted their daughter, and the woman with thin lips scolded Uncle Li, saying that he was a pervert and a beast, and Uncle Li couldn't explain clearly, and he was not punched and kicked enough by the woman, and he also took two feet from the hunchbacked man next to her.

So, the little girl who had eaten ruddy was taken away by people who claimed to be her parents, and all the savings on Uncle Li's body were looted, 2,806 yuan.

But how did he get here, these kidnappers didn't give him food and drink, and he suddenly wanted to eat lard bibimbap, the rice he hated the most before, but his mother would only make this, and after his mother left, he never ate it again.

He was imprisoned for three days and three nights, and the whole person was unconscious, like a dehydrated catfish, lying on the ground on his stomach.

Finally, the door, which was almost dark and could not see the border, was kicked open, and when it fell, a cloud of dust rose up and he choked on the sound of coughing.

In a trance, he seemed to see his father, who was stained with blood.

He was saved, but Uncle Li, who suddenly appeared, was sentenced to life imprisonment for manslaughter.

He was rescued for a long time, and finally came back to life, and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was his father, his father whose eyes were full of bloodshots.

He remembered that the night before his mother's funeral, his father was also beside his mother lying in the ice coffin, he didn't close his eyes for three days, his eyes were shocking red and bloodshot, his clothes were still meticulous and neat, but the aura emanating from the whole body seemed to drown him in the grave of emotions.

His kidnapper was his father's previous leader, because it was his own mother who had an accident, but because there was no conclusive evidence, his father at that time could not send him to prison.

And apparently, sending them to prison was too easy for this heinous man.

His father made him a wanted man by stealing his business and turf, separating his wife, and anonymously handing over his previous crimes to the local police, providing conclusive evidence and other important participants.

He was angry for a while, knowing that his father still had him by his side, he observed his tracks, and finally seized the opportunity to tie him up.

He asked his father for 8 million, and then sent him out of the country safely.

My father agreed, but he told the army that he had planted a time bomb in the house where he was held, and that he was now abroad, and that the bomb was about to explode in fifteen minutes.

Great fear overshadowed his father, he casually picked up a fruit knife and stabbed the wicked man six times in a row, the knife was fatal.

The wicked man had no time to resist or even dodge, and splashed his father's blood.

Fortunately, my father was prepared with both hands, and he had already sent someone to find his location and remove the bomb buried outside the house.

The wicked man's purpose was never him, but his father, but he underestimated his father's abilities.

The people outside the house were afraid that there would be a bomb inside, so they didn't dare to come forward, and they waited for their father to arrive.

The father never seemed to think about whether he would detonate a 50% existing bomb by kicking the door open, and he kicked the door open, risking his own life on both of them.

He didn't know if his father did this to him because he loved his mother or her, because when he was very young, his father seemed to dislike him, and his father always wanted a daughter, and he was a son, and he looked very much like him, not like his mother at all.

Gender looks don't have any advantages, and he naturally became a dispensable toy for his father.

He woke up, but his father, who had always been in good health, fell, and that was only known to him in junior high school, that murder, his father was not unharmed, but like a mine that was buried in a mine that did not know when it would explode.

My father relied on his strong will to fight against the disease, and waited until he woke up before he was willing to fall.