She is soft on my heart

Chapter 192 Memories
Jiang Cong raised his eyelids to look at her, "Why do you ask this?"

Wei Qingyu didn't answer, and continued to ask him: "Why did you separate in the first place?"

Jiang Cong was suddenly in a trance.

At first, separate.

This sentence instantly turned his thoughts back along the memory, and the scenes related to that time were replayed in his mind.

The memory is clear, the feeling is clear, but the picture is blurred and mixed. So many things that happened at that time, recalling it now, it is only a few seconds.

In the end, all the flashing images disappeared, and Jiang reflected a person's shadow from his dark pupils.

The clean school uniform, and her smiling face, are beautiful and pure.

It was too chaotic at the time, and the direction of the matter was unknown. Whether he himself would have a future was uncertain, and everything about him was an uncertain factor.

But the only thing he was sure of at that time was that she could not be involved in that malicious dispute that would end without knowing when.

He was dragged into the black abyss by countless hands, and when he fell, he only thought that his little girl must walk in a good direction, towards a sunny place.

His road ahead is bumpy and uncertain, so he can't gamble with her, even if there is a little risk, he doesn't want her to take the risk, so even if there is no him, as long as she is safe and sound, it will be fine.

Seeing him lowering his eyes, Wei Qingyu was in a daze without saying a word, and felt that it must be something bad to separate them. When she asked Li Xingchen this question, she was also stunned and did not speak.

"Brother Jiang Cong?"

Jiang Cong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and was pulled back to his thoughts by her voice. His eyes were as deep as ink, and he didn't say anything else, but asked Wei Qingyu: "Did you say anything to her?"

Being stared at by him like this, Wei Qingyu was stunned for a moment, feeling inexplicably guilty, but recalling what she had talked with Li Xingchen, there was nothing she shouldn't say, she rolled her eyes unnaturally, "No. "

Jiang Cong stared at her twice, but finally didn't ask any more questions, and said "um" lightly, "Go back to sleep."

"Okay." Without asking anything, Wei Qingyu pouted dissatisfiedly, put the stool away, and went back to the room.

Going up to the second floor, she glanced down from the window sill.

Jiang Cong sat there quietly, with his back to her, unable to see the expression on his face, his shoulders were slightly slumped, and the light moonlight fell through the gaps between the branches and leaves, covering him in a thin layer.

Wei Qingyu never thought that one day she would see the adjective fragile in Jiang Cong. Even when Old Wei took him home for the first time, the back of the down-and-out boy refused to bend. He has always been indestructible.

But at this moment, everything is silent, and only his own shadow on the ground is with him, like a fragile painting.

Wei Qingyu didn't know, and no one knew, how many such silent and sleepless nights Jiang Cong had during the years they were separated.

Only he knows.

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The lights in the room were not turned on, and the curtains were drawn tightly, so that even the moonlight could not let in a faint light. Li Xing sat on the floor next to the bed, curled himself into a ball with his knees in his arms, and buried his face deeply in the bed. in the crook of your arm.

The air was quiet and dark, frightening, and the sobbing sound was muffled to small and intermittent, making it difficult to breathe, and she finally couldn't help it, like a dam suddenly burst and collapsed, her heartstrings were cut by a knife, and she burst into tears.

There seemed to be a long and continuous piercing sound in her ears, and then she heard Wei Qingyu say: "Brother Jiang Cong, it was my father who rescued him from the river."

Li Xingchen didn't dare to think about it, didn't dare to accept it, what happened to her teenager when she was living a life like a replica and preparing for the college entrance examination calmly and boringly.

She almost never saw him again.

The Tengfeng Group incident, which caused a lot of controversy back then, had a much more serious impact on Jiang Cong than imagined.

He couldn't get rid of the Jiang family.

The Jiang family didn't bring him anything, but once dragged him into purgatory.

After the accident at the construction site, the families of the victims had no results. The investigation of the incident took time. The large group fooled them, the civilians. day.

And those adjudicators, business tycoons, who are firmly in high positions, are obviously the chief culprits of this disaster. They disregarded human life in order to make money, but they still travel in luxury cars and live in a world full of wealth.

When passing by them, the look down and disdainful eyes are like looking at ants that can be crushed to death: what waves can you make.

So they acted like crazy monsters, desperately fighting outside, completely occupied by impulse and revenge, seeking truth and justice, and finally developed into a massacre that used violence to control violence and vent their anger.

The sons and daughters of the group's top directors have been threatened more or less. Even if additional bodyguards are sent to follow them around the clock, they have been taken advantage of by the ubiquitous intimidation several times.

In the eyes of those people, Jiang Anchuan was the one who should be punished the most. He was dead, and his son, Jiang Cong, was the best to find, and he had no one to protect him.

The club was destroyed, they blocked him everywhere, all the horrible and dirty things were thrown at him, and the indiscriminate Internet also stabbed his spine and cursed him, he lived a life of hiding in the dark, and even the people around him were implicated , Yi Linhe's family was taken away, as well as Yang Lang and the others, so he disconnected from everyone.

The police protected him and detained the assailant to hold him accountable. Those people could do nothing for the time being, but after a period of calm, a new group of people started again. I don’t know how many times they went to the emergency room. They just wanted to kill him.

Later, the scapegoat came out to take the blame. Shen Maoli gave them a huge amount of compensation. Most of them had no strength to beat them, but some people had already been driven crazy. Their only son was gone and trampled to death. On the way of making money for others.

Jiang Cong was kidnapped by a couple. It was a dark night. They cried and laughed loudly, talking nonsense, and then yelled madly, pulling Jiang Cong and jumping off the bridge.

The river surged swiftly, washing the shore, and the water splashed, and the night swallowed everything, and nothing could be seen.

Wei Zhanwei was the policeman on that mission. He and several other marine policemen squatted on the bank below and rescued Jiang Cong up in time. However, the couple, who wanted to die, could not be rescued by others.

Considering the connection with the Tengfeng case and Jiang Cong's privacy and security, the police quickly blocked the news of this matter, and the media did not report it. Wei Zhanwei brought Jiang Cong, who had nowhere to go, to his home. A living boy, he was tortured Became an empty shell.

On the day of Li Xingshen's college entrance examination, Jiang Cong went to the riverside again and stood at the place where he was pushed down. The wind on the high bridge was a bit strong, and his clothes were rolled up. The river under his feet was more turbulent than that night. He thought, her little girl must be writing the questions well.

Others are rushing to the future under the pen, but his eyes are all black.

Obviously agreed with her.Let's move forward together.

Wei Zhanwei, who found him missing, arrived, stopped him by the waist, got him off, and scolded him. Jiang Cong lay on the ground and looked at the dazzlingly bright sky without any reaction.

After returning, Wei Zhanwei was afraid that he would be overwhelmed, so he asked Wei Qingxun to bring his younger sister to talk with him. Wei Qingyu was still young, so he didn't know what happened to his brother, so he stuffed his favorite ice cream into his hand and smiled at him.

The ice cream kept melting in his hands, dripping sticky, Wei Qingxun took it and threw it away, and stood in front of him and asked him a question: "When you were pushed down that day, what was going through your mind? "

After saying this for a long time, it seemed that it was transmitted to his brain. The young man's slack eyes finally fluctuated. His mouth was too dry, and it was difficult to open his lips. His voice was hoarse and dry: "A person."

"If you disappear from this world, what will happen to TA?"

Jiang Cong blinked slowly, his back arched little by little, his lowered eye tails were wet with scarlet, and he murmured softly and hoarsely: "She will cry."

He didn't intend to jump at all, otherwise he wouldn't be rescued by Wei Zhanwei that night, and as long as she was still there, he wouldn't be able to leave.

Heavy dark clouds covered the sky above his head, and he was almost nailed to the bottom of the darkness. The surroundings were chaotic, and the torrential rain was bitingly cold.

Even so, there is still one person who holds up the hope of a teenager.

Afterwards, Jiang listened to Wei Zhanwei's words and repeated the reading. Wei Zhanwei accidentally discovered that this kid had a talent for shooting, a good skill, and most importantly, he was hard-boned and tough, so he showed him a way.

The truth of the Tengfeng case finally came to light. Jiang Cong earned the Jiang family's innocence and returned the truth to the victim's family, but everyone forgot that they still owed that innocent boy an apology.

(End of this chapter)