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Zong Chi had doubts in his heart, so he just passed by in silence for a few days.

The strange feeling was hastily buried, and when he was on a business trip, Zong Chi deliberately tried to pull himself out of this state.It's just that when you're busy, you might be ignored, whether it's the doctor's secretive attitude towards grandma's re-examination results, or the relatives at home who smell blood and are ready to move, or the mystery surrounding Jian Changche.But these complicated thoughts have been hovering above his head all the time, with huge wings spreading, and they will come down whenever there is an opening.On the one hand, he hated himself who was suspicious and sinister, and on the other hand, he hated the possibility of this one in ten thousand becoming true even more.

What's even more ridiculous is that when the return plane landed, compared with when he left a few days ago, all the distracting thoughts and troubles remained unchanged, but even more chaotic under the blessing of exhaustion.

Zong Chi procrastinated, and finally walked into the inpatient building.Today happened to be Jian Changche taking turns guarding the duty desk. From a long distance, Zong Chi was slowly walking over. When someone arrived, Jian Changche raised his head and asked, "Are you here? Why has it been so long recently..."

At this point, his voice was suddenly cut off, he pursed his lips, and an invisible warm color appeared on his face, but it disappeared quickly.

"Cough, why don't you see your grandma less recently?" Clearing her throat, Jian Changche naturally completed her own question.

Zong Chi figured out another subtext when he heard it, and subconsciously said, "What do you mean?"

Jian Changche was stunned: "No, just ask casually."

In the past, when Zong Chi met him, he was always dishonest, or he would cast his eyes wildly, and sometimes he couldn't hold back regardless of the occasion.Zong Chi had something on his mind today, and he was abnormally silent, but Jian Changche was not used to it.Now that he was about to leave work, he checked the temporary doctor's orders for the day before he left, and casually looked at Zong Chi - he was often seen getting irritable and angry on the phone with his subordinates, and he was often seen concentrating and serious while working. I often see him chatting with Xie Yinghuai with a smile on his face, and I even see his lustful and hard-working appearance.But the dignified appearance of the man frowning slightly at this moment is very strange. Thoughtfully, he tapped the counter slowly but rhythmically with his fingers, and even his temperament was quite different from his usual one.

"Do you want to..." Jian Changche hesitated and spoke again.

Zong Chi took a half-beat before slightly raising his eyebrows to look over: "Huh?"

Jian Changche put down the things in his hands, his voice was not loud but he could still hear clearly: "Do you want to go to my house?"

There should be no more involvement, Zong Chi thought so.

"it is good."

The sex this time seems to be a little different from the past, Jian Changche felt it vaguely.

Zong Chi was not absent-minded, the bodies of the two still fit perfectly, and the fiery reaction was not fake.But compared to the past, he was abnormally silent, no teasing, no provocative words.It's just that his sternness added a touch of flavor to the sex, that kind of indifference and unmoved seemed to be a temptation in itself to Jian Changche.Compared with the mania that is about to come, there is almost a trace of caution in today's temptation, and this uncertainty itself is fascinating.

The air before the rainstorm is always extremely stagnant and low pressure. After finishing the work, Jian Changche's back was covered with sweat, so he wrapped a bath towel and went to take a shower. He simply confessed: "You can do whatever you want."

It means to stay or go as he pleases.

Zong Chi nodded.

Zong Chi sighed deeply when the footsteps disappeared in the corridor.He tidied up his clothes and stood up, expecting that the other party would not mind, so he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water to drink, but suddenly found a file bag on the refrigerator, and the files inside were taken out and placed on it.

Zong Chi's heart sank.

The refrigerator is only 1.6 meters, and Zong Chi can easily see the cover of the document.

It was a real estate transaction document, and the head of the household was named Zong Chi, and he was the old man opposite the grandma's ward.

Zong Chi was stuck on the road for nearly two hours during the dinner rush hour, and when he returned to the hospital, it was almost past the visiting hours.Zong Chi ran up the stairs almost all the way, his panting and footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.When he was about to approach the ward and saw the door was wide open, he already felt bad.Sure enough, Zong Chi went to the ward where several people had been arguing that day, and went inside to see that the empty bed was covered with pale sheets, and the patients who lived there had disappeared.

At this point, at this point, he still doesn't give up.Zong Chi asked the nurse on duty, but the other party said that the old man who used to live in that hospital bed had unfortunately passed away last weekend night.

No matter how much he didn't believe it now, there was nothing he could do.

The facts are in front of us, and the evidence is clear and conclusive—Jian Changche is an opportunist, and he takes advantage of his position to take special care of the elderly who are seriously ill, especially those who are not accompanied by their children at ordinary times.He played with the fragile and sensitive feelings of the old people when they were sick and lonely, and then got their inheritance and relics.Last weekend, those who left last weekend, the first seven days have not yet passed, and their bones are still cold. Jian Changche has already cashed in the relic - the old man's only remaining property.

He felt unbelievable, he felt betrayed-although the other party did not betray him, did not deceive him, everything was his wishful thinking.

At the same time, he also felt creepy... He suddenly realized that what happened to the two of them before and after seemed to be caused by Jian Changche's smooth sailing after he took the initiative.Perhaps it was because the other party found that he came to the hospital more and more frequently, and it became more and more difficult to target grandma.It may also be because I went to talk to Jian Changche, and the other party discovered his intention to obstruct it.

Does he really need to do this?

If he knew how much assets Grandma held, he would.

If he had such a sum of money, he would no longer have to work day and night shifts, and he would no longer have to live in an old house without a toilet. Zong Chi even felt that he had no position to blame him.

He was just depressed, more than angry, and a little bit sad—he was sad for Granny.The "Che Che" that grandma loves is ultimately just one of thousands of people in the world. In the end, the grandpa and grandson still have only each other.

He passed in silence for a few days.

He still went to visit his grandma in the ward, and chatted with the grandma who occasionally cheered up, but he never mentioned what he had discovered. If the grandma fell asleep, he continued to deal with his work.Jian Changche still appeared often, the other party was not the character who would take the initiative to talk to him, if he kept silent, there would be almost no communication between the two of them.

Only once, Jian Changche teased him casually, and stretched out his hand towards him, Zong Chi subconsciously avoided it.Jian Changche was taken aback, took the empty medicine bottle next to him, and looked at him several times with doubts in his eyes.

Zong Chi gritted his teeth, pretending he didn't see it.

"Hey."

Zong Chi raised his head, Jian Changche was standing against the wall at the elevator entrance of the parking lot, apparently already waiting for him for a while.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you hiding from me." Jian Changche asked bluntly.

Compared with his calmness, Zong Chi found it difficult to even speak.

"It's okay." He said dryly.

"It's all right, you..." Jian Changche reached out to grab him, but Zong Chi avoided it again—this time the action was too obvious, Jian Changche was full of surprise, and stared at him with rounded eyes.

"What's wrong with me?" he asked.

Looking at his surprised and clear eyes, Zong Chi couldn't help thinking that these were all clever disguises, not only had he deceived himself, but also his grandma, and countless lonely old people.At the same time, he felt the grievances of those juniors whom he had never met before—the children and grandchildren may not care about the elderly, but adults have many helpless things in the world, but they do not know that such people take advantage of the loopholes behind them.

Jian Changche withdrew his hand and kicked it into his trouser pocket, his smile disappeared, and his expression became cold.His legs were slightly separated, and his head was slightly tilted to the side, revealing a trace of ruffianism.Zong Chi finally came to his senses after a long absence - that's right, the person in front of him was a gangster full of tattoos and full of hooliganism.

Jian Changche spoke again, and the temperature in his tone had dropped a lot, even colder than when they first met. "I just thought that if you can talk about it in one or two sentences, it's meaningless to leave a misunderstanding, because you obviously misunderstood something, or something I didn't understand has offended you. But if you really don't want to communicate , I won't bother you in the future, after all, it's just... that kind of relationship, everyone is an adult, so I will treat it as a denial from now on..."

"Sun Jiuchang." Zong Chi interrupted him suddenly.

Jian Changche: "Huh?"

"Sun Jiuchang, lives... an old man who used to live in the ward opposite my grandma."

"Of course I know..." Jian Changche's eyes darkened, and he said, "He passed away last week."

"I know, and I also know that he left his only inheritance, which is a house, to you, right?"

"That's not the only... wait, how do you know?"

"You just need to answer yes."

But Jian Changche has already reacted, and he squinted his eyes: "Are you looking through my things?"

"I saw it by accident."

Jian Changche frowned, folded his arms across his chest, showing a vigilant posture.

Zong Chi took a deep breath, and thought to himself——you are the one who wants to come to me to argue.

"If I hadn't seen this, I wouldn't believe it. No, I still don't want to believe it. So I want to give you a chance to explain."

Jian Changche was stunned: "I explain? Explain what?"

"Who is next? Is it my grandma? My grandma's shares in the Zong family are worth more than a 60-square-meter house. If it really succeeds, I should be able to stop after this deal is completed." Zong Chi said , "What about before? Who was there before?"

Jian Changche: "What are you talking about..."

Zong Chi: "If there are other victims, plus your own salary, you don't need to live in that kind of house that doesn't even have a toilet. So why, did you really live in that house? Maybe that's part of acting too?"

Jian Changche finally understood, because his face changed from confusion to disbelief, and finally turned into anger.Jian Changche's roar echoed in the parking lot: "Zong Chi, you are fucking out of your mind! Do you think that everyone in the world is looking for those cheap money!"

At that moment, Zongchi thought that the other party was about to attack, and he even expected that Jian Chang would attack, just like before.Then he could fight back openly, venting so many emotions and information that he didn't know how to deal with with his fists and blood.

"You haven't answered my question yet, Sun Jiuchang left the house to you, right?"

When the punch finally landed on Zong Chi's cheekbone, his brain buzzed, and the taste of blood immediately appeared in his mouth, but somehow he wanted to laugh.Pain turned into twisted pleasure, diverting some deeper dull aches.

He took a firm hit, didn't fight back, just sneered: "This is the best, I was a little afraid that you would tell me some sad stories. As everyone knows, the last thing this world needs is sad stories. The cheapest, saddest story on the planet."

After he finished speaking, there was a sudden silence on the other side.

After a long time, Jian Changche said, "Okay."

He tensed his masseter muscles, closed his eyes, opened them again, and said again: "Okay."

Jian Changche's fist was still tightly clenched by his side, but he didn't move again. The originally bright red anger gradually sank, turned into a blue flame, and finally extinguished and turned into ashes.He pursed the corners of his mouth into a straight line, and looked at Zong Chi with serious eyes.

"You have no right to say that other people's stories are cheap. You only care about your own story, and you mistakenly think that your story is the most important in the world. In fact, it is not the case. Your story is the saddest, because there is only one character in your story, and that is you. Own."

"Not everything is about you." Jian Changche said.

He snorted softly through his nose, as if mocking himself or ridiculing.He kept nodding, as if he was trying to persuade himself to say something, but also as if he was desperately trying to control himself not to say anything.

Zong Chi's heart skipped a beat, he was nervous for no reason, expecting the other party to say something more.

What to say?explain?Or deny?Or just admit it.

If he admits it, he will be freed.

But Jian Changche didn't say a word, stepped into the car with one step, and left without looking back.