Chapter 428: Wine and Song

Broken, what to do if I accidentally destroy a family and destroy it to my friend, waiting online, quite urgent.

In the awkward silence, Ji Jue and Wen Wen faced each other, one dumbfounded and one complicated, double the desire to speak but stop, Ji Jue suddenly began to suspect, am I already drunk? Otherwise, how could I hallucinate such outrageous things.

He really wanted to ask Sister Wen if you were joking.

Unfortunately, no, the expression on that familiar side face was still complicated, unfortunately, there was no smile or teasing look at all.

"Wait, it's a bit messy... let me straighten it out..."

Ji Jue looked at her suspiciously, scratched his head and thought for a long time, and wanted to confirm again, "The two who came yesterday, are they your relatives?"

"Yes."

Wen Wen picked up the whiskey she just opened again, didn't even add ice, drank a whole glass of pure drink, threw the glass directly, and picked up the bottle: "That Heart Pivot is my sister."

"Well..."

Ji Jue scratched his chin and sighed naturally: "Really not like."

"Where is it not like?"

"Figure?" Ji Jue gestured in front of his chest: "After all, it's flat..."

Bang!

Wen Wen rolled her eyes and punched without thinking.

Thanks to the fact that she still kept some strength, otherwise a casual punch from the Wilderness Transcendent would be no different from the Great Luck, and it almost didn't shake Ji Jue's brains evenly, and his eyes went black.

"Don't joke!"

Ji Jue sighed, rubbing his numb shoulder: "Isn't this afraid of being too serious

You feel bad?"

"Stinky kid."

Wen Wen glanced at him, sighed, looked at the strong wine that was about to be drunk in the bottle, and couldn't help but want to sigh again.

But I don't know if it's a pity for others or a pity for myself.

"I also find it hard to believe..."

She lowered her eyes and whispered: "Clearly a child who was so well-behaved when she was young, a little crybaby who would only shed tears when bullied, why did she become what she is now..."

"Then what about the one behind?"

Ji Jue asked, "The black one, is he also your relative?"

Pop.

On the wine bottle, cracks appeared.

Wen Wen answered expressionlessly: "A pile of non-combustible garbage, tsk! Should have burned it to ashes... Back then, after breaking his bones one by one and grinding them into mud, I didn't expect him to survive... The life of things like insects is sometimes too hard..."

"..."

Ji Jue couldn't help shaking his head.

I always feel that although they are all relatives, the treatment is a bit too different.

But I couldn't say anything, so I could only listen silently.

He really wanted to persuade something, only to find that his rhetoric seemed to be all on sarcasm, so he could only be silent.

Otherwise, what if Sister Wen is accidentally broken? The key is that if she is broken, she will drink wildly, and if she drinks too much, she will be broken more severely, her fists will be harder, her punches will be more ruthless, and she will be more painful when hitting people.

My body, even if reborn, is like a brittle shark in her hands, so don't make this death?

"Hey, Ji Jue."

In the silent muffled wine, Wen Wen suddenly made a sound.

"Hmm?" Ji Jue looked over.

"A-Su she..." Wen Wen paused and asked stiffly: "Although she did something wrong, she is my sister after all, can you give me some face?"

"Ah?"

Ji Jue was dumbfounded: "Really not like you."

"No, I mean..." Wen Wen made up her mind and squeezed the sound out of her teeth: "If she falls into your hands again, for my sake, give her a quick one."

"What?"

Ji Jue was confused, increasingly doubting his ears.

No, big sister, you have been struggling for so long, asking for favors and paving the way back and forth, I thought you wanted me to let her go, but what does it mean to give her a quick one?

Moreover, the key is...

"Sister Wen, what kind of person do you think I am?"

"..."

Wen Wen was speechless.

What kind of person you are, do I need to think about it!

How you handled Pacquiao's affairs in the Wilderness Collection has almost become a horror story, okay!

Besides, do you think your assembly line for re-doing people is a decoration?

A few days ago, the first batch of people released from prison came out, looking alive and kicking, but actually they were almost dead. Where would normal people cry and scream when they see an electric baton!

She rolled her eyes and asked bluntly: "If I don't say it, what do you plan to do?"

That goes without saying?

Ji Jue didn't think about it, the Chosen One is full of treasures, and it is such a rare high-level Heart Pivot, not to mention the blessings, matrix and research value, the body is the best spiritual quality conductor material, the heart, the brain... the bones are simply infinitely useful, um, the soul is first extracted and raised for regular harvesting and extraction, then...

That damn sense of picture came up.

When he came back to his senses, it was too late to deny it.

Wen Wen's eyes became sharp!

"Uh, cough cough..."

Ji Jue lowered his head and took a sip of wine, looking around and talking about other things: "As expected of you, Sister Wen, decisive when it's time to break."

"Fart!"

Wen Wen sighed tiredly: "Do I have any other way? What about you? If your family did this, what would you do?"

"..."

Ji Jue was silent, looking over quietly.

Sister, is this question of yours a bit sticky with hell? No matter how noisy the family dispute is, the premise must be to have a family... Is the theme of our wine today to stab each other in the heart?

"Ah, sorry."

Wen Wen knew she had said the wrong thing after asking, and buried her head in wild drinking to cover up her embarrassment.

"It's nothing, it's been so long."

Ji Jue didn't care, "However, family... Lu Ma and the others should count, right?"

Xiao Ling is a straightforward person, the third sister and the youngest are also good children with clear minds, Lu Ma will never be wrong in teaching children, besides, I have 24-hour monitoring, it is difficult to want to go wrong... As for Lu Feng, um, also like a person.

He is an ember, not a transformation, not a justice messenger who punishes evil and promotes good. When family and justice are placed on both sides of the scale, he already

knew which direction it would tilt.

He couldn't be as crisp and decisive as Wen Wen.

In the eyes of the craftsman, everything has its own value, but the value of some things is better than others. Even so, he still wouldn't allow this "measurement" to happen.

He has come all the way, rolling and climbing up regardless of his life, isn't it just for the freedom to take out a hammer and smash the so-called scale at a critical moment?

"However..."

Wen Wen held the wine glass, as if hesitating and testing, distinguishing his expression: "You seem to have never mentioned your father's affairs?"

"Ah?"

Ji Jue was dazed, why does it feel like Sister Wen is stupid today, and started eating her own melons?

For a long time, he shook his head and sighed: "Probably because I can't remember it?"

"Sorry." Wen Wen sighed.

"What's going on? Always apologizing and sighing, really not like you." Ji Jue also poured himself another glass, sipping: "When I remembered, he had already passed away. It is said that it was a workshop accident, intracranial hemorrhage, and he was gone when he was sent to the hospital... However, occasionally I can remember some scenes from when I was a child."

Those fleeting shadows of the past.

Just for a moment.

It seems to be a night when the child was just comforted, and after the program on the TV was played, it became flashing snowflakes.

In the intervals of sleep, he saw that person writing and drawing in front of the table.

Can't see his face clearly.

But the light of the desk lamp illuminated that back, outlining a reassuring outline.

The cool breeze of the summer night, the sound of insects coming from the grass outside the window.

So, good dream.

"Besides that, there are many outrageous things."

Ji Jue smiled and sighed: "It is said that when I was a child, every time my mother was not there, when I cried, he would read the "Engineering Materials Manual" to me."

"Then stop crying?"

"Then I cried even more, okay! Where in the world is there such a thing to coax a child?"

"... Um, indeed."

Wen Wen nodded, unable to refute.

"My mother told me that my father was that kind of dull person, taciturn, not understanding the style, and had no sense of ritual.

If you want to say it, it's like a wound-up watch, step by step, turning fiercely regardless of fatigue and hard work, stable enough to make people feel at ease and helpless.

However, when looking at the most precious things in the world, it will shine, and the eyes are like stars."

Ji Jue recalled his mother's expression at that time.

It was also full of joy and happiness, just like describing the best person in the world.

To this day, Ji Jue can't even remember his father's appearance. After so many years, stumbling and turning around, the only thing left is a photo scanned and stored by his mother when she moved and dealt with old things.

A wedding photo with a red background, a young man and his wife holding hands, holding them tightly, the smile looks a bit wooden, but when looking at the lens, he can't restrain the happiness and expectation.

"Really good."

Wen Wen sighed with envy, supported her chin, shook the ice cubes in the glass, and wanted to say something.

Wanting to say something, but there is no way to start.

Compared to the tiny residual light in Ji Jue's memory, she once thought her life was illuminated by the sun.

But that sun was just a hallucination.

There has never been any light, she just carried unrealistic imagination, running wildly in the darkness in delirium.

To this day, when recalling her father, besides resentment and anger, the most vivid thing is the smiling face that looks like a mask.

It seems that there has never been any change.

Since she was a child, she felt that her father was the best person in the world, strong and powerful, smiling like the sun.

Until...

He brought that smile and pushed another child into the incinerator.

Clearly didn't make any mistakes, clearly worked harder than anyone else, the only shortcoming was that he worked hard until he was eleven and couldn't awaken autonomously.

The mistake he made was that he had no value.

What is even more disgusting is that for a moment, she actually felt that this was right, reasonable, a useless waste, and it didn't matter if he died.

But no matter what, she couldn't forget the last look the child gave her when he looked back.

With tears and smiles.

As if relieved, saying goodbye silently.

He escaped from hell from the fire and never saw him again.

Such firelight reflected on her face, but a thought she had never had before rose in her heart———one day, would she be abandoned by her father like this?

From that day on, unspeakable fear and hesitation rose from her heart, forcing her to work hard and suffer endlessly, to win praise and compliments.

Unknowingly, the brothers and sisters around were getting fewer and fewer, and the relationship between them gradually changed from warm and warm to seeing each other as enemies.

There can only be one good child of Dad.

And that person is herself!

It can only be herself!

So, jealous of each other, so killing each other.

Until she finally couldn't bear it, and escaped from that hell at all costs.

But did she really escape? Wasn't the rebellion of the past Wen Zheng's indulgence? And that scene, wasn't it intentionally shown to her by Wen Zheng?

She couldn't care less.

Wandering all the way, fighting all the way, biting and plundering in vain like a beast, lost in the world, and then, learning human rules bit by bit, until she became the completely different appearance of today.

Looking back, she realized what kind of monster the past self was.

But every time she looked back, she would find that the past self was also looking at her.

From beginning to end, it was close at hand, and getting closer and closer, appreciating her futile escape and avoidance, like a nightmare, never leaving.

After all, it is... hard to change one's nature.

"Really ridiculous, myself."

Wen Wen closed her eyes, looked up, and drank the residual wine and ice in one gulp.

In the silence, she turned back and looked at the person beside her.

"Ji Jue?"

"Hmm?" Ji Jue was puzzled.

For a moment, Wen Wen seemed to want to say something, but soon, she laughed, as if she had put down some burden, relieved.

"No, nothing."

Wen Wen smiled and raised her glass, "Drink."

She said: "Thank you."

Such a gentle and happy smile...

Ji Jue had never seen it on her face.

In a moment of trance, he instinctively picked up the wine glass.

In the crisp collision sound, he drank it in one gulp.

This is the last memory he can recall before the blackout.

Everything behind is too messy.

In the confusion of alcohol, he was dissolute, played games, was punished for drinking, cheated in dice and was hammered, he seemed to have performed a small program, and the result was a backflip turned into a split.

In his impression, he seemed to be holding Sister Wen's shoulder, patting his chest and promising that the relationship between our brothers, no need to talk nonsense, absolutely give your sister a crisp and quick death, and then the head can be used as a wine glass to keep as a souvenir for you, to accompany you to drink. If you are not happy to use it, you can also take it to hold your father's ashes...

Then, he was hammered again!

Clearly he was kind-hearted.

Anyway, when he woke up, his face was blue and purple, and his whole body seemed to be crushed by a big car.

His head hurt like it was splitting, regretting the beginning.

It was already noon, and his phone was full of missed calls and unread messages.

Except for advertisements and spam messages, there were actually only two things.

The first thing was that after Sister Wen drank last night, she went to kick the door and beat the boss and staff of the repair shop, took back her 1,600 yuan, and left.

The second thing was that she resigned.

Without waiting for any approval and permission, she just left a resignation letter on the desk that finally came in handy.

Without any warning, she left without saying goodbye.

In the middle of the night, Yu Shu couldn't sleep all night.

Tossing and turning, he seemed to have a dream, and woke up in a cold sweat.

He closed his eyes, trying hard to fall asleep again.

But in a trance, he heard the singing again, so far away, like weeping and complaining.

Above the vast sea, the bright moon in the night sky hung high, quietly reflecting the mist on the waves, and bloated corpses floated and sank in the sea waves, gathering like a tide, drifting toward the distant isolated island.

On the faces of the rotten faces full of happiness, the lips opened and closed.

Happy souls sang loudly. ===== CHAPTER 429 =====