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It was also the first time that Jiang Jingshuo faced death.

Because of this incident, the other parent filed an appeal, and the teenager who accidentally injured others paid a huge sum of money as compensation. People like Jiang Jingshuo who participated in the fight and caused adverse effects were given demerits and were required to pay a certain amount of money as compensation.

Under the scolding of Jiang Jingshuo's mother, a man in black stood up and said, "Let me do it."

Jiang Jingshuo remembered it very clearly. This man with an ugly scar was like a savior. He not only paid all the compensation for his family, but also gave him some money privately in the name of funding for tuition and living expenses.

"Jiang Jingshuo, study hard in the future and don't do such stupid and irrational things again. Otherwise, you will let down more than just me." The man advised vaguely.

The man thought for a moment and tore off a piece of wrapping paper from the cigarette box. He quickly wrote a number on it and said, "Come to me if you have any difficulties in the future."

The next time I saw the man with the scar was in the hospital.

Jiang Jingshuo sat in front of the hospital bed with red eyes. The woman who used to be sarcastic and mean was lying sickly on the bed.

The no longer young face is already full of traces of time.

The new and the old are intertwined, and the woman finally can't bear it and falls down.

"Jing Shuo, my child..." In the torture of illness, she rarely muttered the child she gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy, who was now the only person connected to her by blood.

Jiang Jingshuo paused and gently tucked the quilt for her.

The narrow eyes that gradually opened showed disgust, pity, relief and discomfort; complex emotions seemed to fill his young heart.

He borrowed money from the man in black to treat his mother.

Even though she often beat and scolded him, she did not fulfill her responsibilities as a mother either materially or mentally.

But looking at her weak and weak appearance, he always missed the occasional kindness that a woman could give him.

After all, she is my only relative, Jiang Jingshuo thought.

Medical expenses are an endless abyss that can shatter a normal family.

Men are well aware of this situation.

After all, what he could give was limited, and Jiang Jingshuo didn't want to make things difficult for him.

He said, "Brother Li, please help me. As long as I have money, I can do anything. I am not afraid of any hardship or fatigue!"

The man looked at him again, as if he had made some important decision.

He asked solemnly: "Are you sure you can do anything? Are you willing to kill people or burn things?"

Jiang Jingshuo's mind flashed with the woman's frail appearance. He gritted his teeth and said firmly, "I'm sure."

After struggling for two years, the woman finally died.

Before leaving, she held Jiang Jingshuo's hand, and there was a kindness and gentleness in her tired eyes that was rarely seen before.

Perhaps when a person is about to die, he will see through the world.

She said, "Jing Shuo, you have to live well after I leave. Your father will come to pick you up, and you can follow him back to the Jiang family. They will not treat you badly."

After a long pause, she looked seriously at the child whom she had never looked at directly. Unconsciously, he had grown so tall and his features looked more and more like her.

She closed her eyes tiredly, "I'm tired, you go out first."

Jiang Jingshuo silently covered her with the quilt and whispered, "Have a good rest."

After saying that, he walked out quietly. Just as he held the handle, he heard an almost whispered "I'm sorry" from behind him.

Jiang Jingshuo paused slightly, turned his head slightly to look at the woman on the hospital bed, and felt a sense of desolation and bitterness in his heart.

"Are you Jiang Jingshuo?"

In the small room, a well-dressed middle-aged man kept looking up and down at the young man in front of him.

Seeing that he didn't answer, she frowned in dissatisfaction, "You really have no manners."

Jiang Jingshuo curled his lips and said, "I am just a wild child without a father or a mother. Naturally, no one taught me what manners are."

Father Jiang's brows frowned even deeper, and he snorted coldly through his nose.

"Since the old man knows about you, you will be a member of the Jiang family from now on. You'd better behave yourself. If you cause me any trouble outside and lose my face, don't blame me. You should know that my methods are more powerful than your mother's."

Hearing him mention his mother, Jiang Jingshuo suddenly stared at his father's back with a fierce look as if he was looking at an enemy, wishing to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

If Jiang's father hadn't deceived his mother when he was young, they wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

All this was caused by Jiang's father, but the culprit felt at ease and got married and had children, and his family lived in harmony.

Jiang Qi Yang, the young master of the Jiang family who is the same age as him, can get whatever he wants and has never suffered any setbacks in his life.

Jiang Jingshuo, he owes you that. It’s their Jiang family that owes you that.

Jiang Jingshuo, you have to make him regret what he did in the past.

The woman's shrill voice and the boy's voice gradually overlapped, and over time they became indistinguishable from each other.

It's like an indelible mark in life.

Deeply engraved in the skin, blood, and bone marrow.

Jiang Jingshuo recalled those difficult days over and over again almost in a self-masochistic manner, as if trying to comfort himself that what he did today was not wrong.

He rolled up his sleeves with trembling hands, revealing a complex black tattoo on his right arm near his shoulder.

A black pattern of a skull surrounded by roses.

"Jiang Jingshuo, you are more cruel than I thought. You lied to your little girl who was so sincere to you."

That night, Brother Li patted Jiang Jingshuo on the shoulder and said, "That person admires your ruthlessness. If you don't leave, you can take over my position in a few years."

The dim light of the bar hit my face.

Jiang Jingshuo looked confused and did not respond to the previous words. Instead, he asked, "You are planning to leave too, why?"

Brother Li sighed vaguely.

He looked at the happy crowd in the distance with unfocused eyes, "There's no need to stay any longer."

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something glowing out of the corner of his eye.

She pointed at the fish-shaped pendant on Jiang Jingshuo's neck with some excitement and nostalgia, "This is what your sister gave you."

Jiang Jingshuo was stunned for a moment, then slowly touched the peculiar pendant on his neck, "Your sister?"

Brother Li smiled, "It was Teacher Li who taught you before. She mentioned you to me. She always treasured this pendant and said it could bring good luck..."

Jiang Jingshuo stroked the pendant close to his chest repeatedly in disbelief.

So many years have passed, and those unbearable childhood memories have gradually become blurred.

He had already forgotten where this thing came from.

I just intuitively thought that this was a gift from a very important person, so I made it into a necklace and wore it all the time.

Some people and some things are not always without a trace. After going around in circles, those who meet will meet again, and those who are lost will be lost again.