Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

boom--

The car door is closed.

The lower half of Secretary Fei’s face was reflected in the rearview mirror.

He looked outside again: "Miss Ye, isn't she getting in the car?"

"She wants to stroll along the street." Wen Can replied.

"Where are you going?"

"go to company."

The car started, and Wen Can waved out from the lowered window: "Don't go back too late."

"it is good."

Ye Kong watched the Bentley disappear in the sea of ​​bright lights. It took him a while to look away. He turned around, put on his mask, and walked into the crowd.

·

The rearview mirror had long been covered by street lights.

The colorful lights from the store sign and the coming and going of people soon completely obscured Ye Kong's back.

But Wen Can still didn't look away.

He looked at the bustling and noisy crowd as if he was looking at Ye Kong himself.

Secretary Fei glanced at him, and turned a sentence over and over in his mind. He considered it several times, and paused for a long time before he uttered it carefully.

"Sir, if...if things don't go as planned, what should we do?" He paused for half a second and then continued, "Have you discussed this issue with Miss Ye?"

The person who had been leaning back in his chair and looking at the rearview mirror closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes again after a moment, glanced towards the driver's seat, and took in Secretary Fei's expressionless face.

"what are you worried about?"

He closed his eyes again, speaking in a casual tone without any emotion: "Are you worried that your boss will be finished and no one will pay you?"

"...You know that's not what I meant."

Secretary Fei was not a talkative person, and asking such a question was already an overstepping of the authority, so the conversation remained silent.

It was not until they were about to arrive at Xingfei that Wen Can's voice finally rang out in the carriage again.

"I like Ye Kong."

He closed his eyes, as if he was in a peaceful dream. "After meeting her, for the first time in seven years, I thought, 'It's good to be alive.'"

Secretary Fei was startled when he heard this, then his eyes lit up slightly and his hands gripping the steering wheel tightened involuntarily.

"When you get married in the future..." Secretary Fei, who was always as calm as a mountain, said in a trembling voice, "I will definitely give you a big red envelope."

"..."

Wen Can opened his eyes silently, and was stunned for a long time before he smiled. It was a smile that he didn't know whether to describe as helpless or empty.

"Marriage? That's too far away."

"And it's really hard to imagine the scene of our marriage...whether it's Ye Kong or me."

The mumbling drifted into the night on the wind and quickly dissipated just like the future that the words represented.

·

Ye Kong, wearing a mask and a hat, looked up and stared at the red light across the zebra crossing.

As more and more people surrounded her, she became less and less noticeable among them.

Ding--

The red light turns green.

The crowd turned into a stream and flowed forward.

She took a step forward, but it felt more like she was being swept forward.

There was a high school student with a backpack walking towards her. When they passed by, the pendant on the backpack hit her arm. It was a peripheral product of the characters in "Stellaris". The content they were discussing seemed vaguely familiar.

But Ye Kong didn't really listen.

Her gaze was like the wind blowing across the lake, absentmindedly sweeping across many faces.

A clown-faced kid is busy licking a candied haws while being held by an adult's hand.

A woman in a suit holding a cell phone, frowning and walking hurriedly.

A man carrying a huge shopping bag and wearing slippers and home clothes.

……

Every face has a different expression, and behind every expression is a different life.

Ye Kong saw them, passed them, and then left them all behind him, looking at the next wave of different people.

……

She was used to relieving stress in this way, but sometimes she didn't understand what kind of pressure she was under, or even whether she was under any pressure at all.

And if not, how can we describe that heavy and uncomfortable feeling as if a stone is placed on our heart?

She finally stopped in a square in front of a department store and stared blankly.

There are aunties dancing in the square, young people walking their dogs, and parents walking their children.

All I hear is gossip about family matters and relatives and friends.

The LED lights on the department store played videos, casting changing light on everyone's face and body.

"…We have interviewed the family of Chen Yu, a witness in this case and also a criminal. Let's hear what she has to say."

The girl stood in the crowd and looked up, and saw the face of a strange woman.

"I don't know, I never knew about it - he did have a lot of complaints about that lady, and he talked about it when he got home from get off work."

The woman raised her head and revealed her tear-stained face. "He said that the lady was two-faced. On the surface, she was kind to others, but in fact, she often looked down on others behind their backs. But I thought it was just an ordinary workplace complaint and never comforted him. I really didn't expect him to do such a thing. He must be possessed by a ghost!"

"It seems that your husband often talks about his impression of his employer's family at home. What is his evaluation of Mr. Wen Rong?"

"He always said that Mr. Wen Rong was a really good man," the woman sniffed, looking a little embarrassed, "and often said that the only bad thing about him was that he married such a strong and duplicitous wife, which made outsiders think that he was useless and relied entirely on his wife. In fact, many people don't know that many of the decisions made by that lady in the company were Mr. Wen Rong's ideas - he heard this with his own ears while driving..."

……

"Are you talking about the Wen family case?"

"I don't know who should be blamed for the bad luck... What time do you need to get up tomorrow morning?"

"Who knows if this person is lying or not. No matter how you look at it, the one who lost his life is the most miserable, right? Even if he has a grievance, he has no mouth to complain about it. Isn't it the living who have to decide what to say?"

"It's time to confront him. I've always felt that Chi Wandao is a bit too strong. It seems like everything happens for a reason... Hey, son, why are you sitting on the ground again?"

……

Countless sounds intertwine, converge, and overlap, forming a huge, light and tight net.

Ye Kong stood in the net, staring at the huge screen high above.

She clearly felt a spark lighting up silently in the deepest part of her heart, and then spreading and diffusing silently with the pumping of blood, until it quickly flowed to every corner of her body, allowing every cell to permeate with black flames, causing her entire body to burn quietly.

There was no sound, but the burning was very intense.

·

What exactly is a human being?

She looked up at the crying face on the screen, the hustle and bustle of the world was in her ears, and in her mind was the image of Wen Can drinking in the dark with his head tilted back.

Twisted lies and tears, light gossip, when it comes to someone, can become a long-lasting disaster that is enough to crush his or her entire life.

Where do people live?

In this square, countless tracks intersect at this moment. When they live here for a second, are they also living in the mouths of others? Living in the memories of others, allowing others to tamper with and distort them?

And me?

What am I angry about at this moment?

Obviously I understand everything. I understand why the woman on the screen lied. It was nothing more than inducement and threat. As a mother with children, it is too easy for her to be caught in a weakness and tell a few lies. And the people chatting in this square are just casually discussing gossip that has nothing to do with them while taking a walk after dinner. Because it has nothing to do with them, because of their own experiences and concepts, they are likely to say anything. This is just the most relaxing moment in their daily life. Maybe they will change their minds the next time they talk about it...

I knew it clearly, but why was I still so angry? I wanted to push that woman to the grave of Chi Wandao to apologize, and I wanted to yell to the people in the square, "You know nothing at all."

The light from the screen illuminated Ye Kong's face as he looked up in the crowd.

She closed her eyes and let the light change on her eyelids for a long time, motionless.