River Breeze Night Sparrow

There was a light fragrance in the air, and the faint smell of blood was like a lurking crocodile swimming in it, staring at its prey, waiting for an opportunity to move out quickly.

Shi Yichun carefully disinfected Jia Yubo with alcohol, heard him gasp, gave him a reproachful look, and said, "Now I know it hurts, why don't I think it hurts when I'm fighting with someone?"

Jia Yubo smiled and said, "It's okay, Mom."

Shi Yichun sighed, and said: "It's not in the way! How did this happen? You are such an adult, how can you cause trouble?"

"It's all right, I'm helping my brother. It's just a little thing."

"It's a trivial matter to be beaten like this? Who is the other party? If it doesn't work, call the police!" Shi Yichun frowned tightly.

Jia Yubo was silent for a moment, then said flatly, "It's a trivial matter, we can solve it ourselves."

Seeing that Jia Yubo was upset, Shi Yichun pursed his lips and didn't continue talking.

Jia Yubo glanced at Shi Yichun who was downcast, moved over a few inches, smiled, and said, "I'm sorry, Mom, I made you worry, and I'm sure it won't happen in the future."

Shi Yichun didn't continue to shake his face, nodded, and said, "It's fine with your words."

"By the way, that man, when will he come back?"

"Wu Bin went to the vegetable market, and he will be back in about an hour." Shi Yichun looked at Jia Yubo's face, and said, "He said that the pork ribs are stewed at noon. Xiaoyu, why don't you stay for dinner today?"

Jia Yubo generally didn't want to run to Shi Yichun's place, because she went to her son's place to clean up, or they made an appointment first before meeting.Shi Yichun felt that Jia Yubo escaped back here because he didn't want to be tainted with those rumors again.

Probably because he was injured and wanted to find someone to deal with it earlier, Jia Yubo ran over suddenly this morning.This is also rare, Shi Yichun thought, he could take this opportunity to ease the relationship between him and Wu Bin.

And Jia Yubo moved the corners of his mouth, but he still didn't make a smile in the end.

He shook his head and said, "No, I can't stay until noon. Mom, I suddenly have a question."

"You ask."

"Mom, why did you change my name and surname?"

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this? Isn't this when you were in junior high school and wanted to enroll nearby, so I simply moved your household registration to my uncle's house. He was sick and dying, and he never married a wife in his life. There is only one wish in death, that is, to have a child of my own. I thought, there is nothing wrong with letting you follow my mother’s surname Jia, and they changed your name when the two made up their minds. At that time, you also said that you liked this new name very much. Well."

Jia Yubo didn't speak.

Yu Bo, the universe is vast, but all he wants is a palace.As for Jia, he often gets caught up in the real and the fake, and can't tell the difference.

His eyes turned, and when he fell on the hanging picture of A Dream of Red Mansions in the room, he bent his lips.

If you can rub against Jia Baoyu's "Jia", it will be worth it.

it's time.

Jia Yubo stood up and walked to the table in the house, twisted three small sticks of incense, bowed to the ebony urn next to it, and inserted it into the incense burner.

"Mom, do you still remember Sister Yun? After she died, we sent her to be cremated together. In a flash, it has been so many years."

He turned to look at Shi Yichun.

"I've been thinking about her all these years. Sometimes, I feel like I'm hallucinating. A few years ago, I met a woman who looked so much like Sister Yun. I felt like she was the reincarnation of Sister Yun. .I went over to talk to her, she said, she is so pitiful and lonely, without a home.”

"Isn't Sister Yun the same? Before she was sick, I heard her say the same thing. I thought she must have missed us and came back to see us. I took her home."

Jia Yubo opened the window, looked at the street downstairs with few pedestrians in the early morning, and said softly: "Mom, do you still remember that the commissary was redecorated a few years ago? Let me find some people to repair the small slope in front."

Shi Yichun couldn't understand what Jia Yubo was talking about, and looked up at him in confusion.

Jia Yubo turned his head and smiled, and said, "She is now buried in the concrete floor at the door downstairs."

Shi Yichun's heart sank, and he felt his scalp tingling. "Xiaoyu, what are you talking about? Why don't you bury it? Have you been confused?"

She thought of the police coming to ask about Xiaohao not long ago, she swallowed secretly, and asked tentatively: "Xiaoyu, are you helping Xiaohao with something? He is confused, don't be confused like him !"

But Jia Yubo didn't take Shi Yichun's words, and continued to say: "Mom, don't you understand what I'm talking about?"

"They have been wandering away for so long, and they want to go home. Mom, I want to go home too."

Shi Yichun's spine suddenly felt a little chilly, she couldn't help standing up, and took a few steps back. "I, I really don't understand what you're talking about!"

"Mom, they have all gone home. Sister Yun, Mama Si, and Mama Feng have all followed me home. Will you go home with me too? You are my dearest mother, so I have prepared everything I just came to pick you up. Even if we can only be with Sister Yun, it’s fine, right? She’s waiting for us downstairs, Mom, come with me!"

Jia Yubo came over and grabbed Shi Yichun in three steps at a time. His arm strength was astonishing. Shi Yichun only felt that his hands were clamped by the hot machine, and his whole body was nailed with bone nails, making him unable to move at all.

"Let go of me, let me go! Xiaoyu!"

"Mom, my son wants to be with his mother. Without you, there would be no me and no home. Mom, come with me, come with me!"

Jia Yubo's face was already distorted, and his forehead was bulging with veins. While persuading him, he kept dragging Shi Yichun, who was struggling, towards the window, as if there was a holy spring to wash away evil spirits.

Come on, come on, just pass this window and they'll be home!

"No! No...you are not my son at all!"

During the entanglement and tearing, Shi Yichun yelled: "You are not my biological son at all!"

With a sound of "dong", Jia Yubo loosened his hands, and Shi Yichun lost his attachment and fell to the ground. His forehead hit the ground hard and became red and swollen immediately.

But she didn't dare to relax for a moment, she got up in fear, and was about to run away from the door, but Jia Yubo grabbed her and pushed her to the corner.

"What did you say?"

Seeing Jia Yubo's dazed eyes, Shi Yichun became ruthless, and said: "Back then, we raised a few children. Xiaohao and Xiaowen were born by them, but you are just, just an abandoned baby thrown at our door. ...I picked you up."

"Aren't you my mother?"

Hearing this, Jia Yubo murmured, suddenly smiled, and then laughed out loud, with a bit of madness in his posture.

Shi Yichun didn't know what happened to that shy and well-behaved little boy back then, and felt that he was so strange for the first time.

Xiaoyu is very obedient and went to school independently early.She didn't want to have anything to do with the past, so she fostered him at her uncle's house under the pretext.The most important thing is that she has never told Wu Bin that she had raised a child. He didn't ask about those gossips, and she didn't tell them either.

Jia Yubo handles everything by himself, and she will give him living expenses and support him until he goes to university.During this period, in order to avoid suspicion, he rarely came back to see her, only occasionally calling.

Why did it become like this?Which step was broken, and it turned out to be so wrong?Shi Yichun felt a little desperate.

Jia Yubo looked at Shi Yichun, who had gradually gained weight after entering middle age, and closed his eyes in pain.

If those women had survived, would the years have eroded their youth in the same way?Wrinkles, brown spots, and bags under the eyes will also appear on their smooth faces, and their skin will also lose its elasticity, sagging like gullies, right?The thought that their graceful bodies would also be out of shape, into such bloated pigs, losing all beauty, even made him feel a little disgusted.

If Shi Yichun wasn't his biological mother, then with her current appearance, she would not be qualified to enter his palace at all!

"Disgusting." Jia Yubo looked at Shi Yichun and said coldly.

He grabbed the fruit knife on the coffee table, unsheathed it and threw it aside, and walked slowly towards Shi Yichun.

Shi Yichun's heart was so cold. "No, don't! Xiaoyu, although you are not my own child, I raised you! Xiaoyu, what are you going to do! Ah, don't come here, don't come here!"

"boom--"

The fast bullet passed through the window Jia Yubo opened just now and pierced straight through his chest.

The sniper on the tall building opposite said into the walkie-talkie: "The target has been hit, it's over."

Shi Yichun covered her ears and trembled. She watched Jia Yubo kneeling heavily on the ground in disbelief.Then, the door of her home was knocked open, and behind a tall and handsome young policeman, a mob of people with guns rushed in and surrounded Jia Yubo, who was bleeding from his chest.

As life passes, time is also stretched.

Shi Yichun felt that the world was in slow motion, and when those people poured in, she seemed to be unable to hear the sound.A reliable female policeman went to the corner and helped her up, holding her in her arms.In this warm arm, she gradually regained some consciousness and looked back.

She only saw Jia Yubo looking at her in the crowd, tried his best to avoid her sight in disgust, and closed his eyes heavily as if the curtain of the final scene had come to an end.

Shi Yichun also turned his head stiffly, a tear fell quickly, smashed to pieces on the ground and disappeared in an instant.

Just like her incomprehensible love and hate at the moment, it changes in an instant and dissipates in an instant.

----

Ten o'clock in the morning, Wisteria Cafe.

This shop on the corner of the street has a long floor-to-ceiling window, and the glass is as pure and transparent as crystal.Whether pedestrians are in a hurry or traffic is busy, the whole street view can be seen by the people by the window.

Lin Qiu lowered his eyes, stirred the coffee in front of him, and took a sip.

The person on the other side laughed softly: "Why, when did Mr. Lin change his taste, from American style to latte?"

Lin Qiu curled his lips perfunctorily, and said, "It seems that you already know me well enough to reciprocate, so you don't need to show others with a mask, Mr. Lin Peng?"

He raised his eyes, and the small mole at the end of his eyebrows also moved, revealing the sarcasm in his words. "Or, do you prefer me to call you Mr. Tang Shuangyue?"

Lin Peng on the opposite side smiled and said, "It's been so long since I met you. I'm really rude. Please forgive me, Mr. Lin Qiu."

"You're welcome." He even sneered miserly.

Lin Qiu's tone was no longer as kind as that day at Ye Yuan's house, he was as cold as ice cubes in black coffee, bitter and astringent.

It had long been heard that he was very mild-tempered, very stubborn, and very difficult to speak. Only now, after seeing Lin Qiu's different attitude, did Lin Peng believe it.

He smiled and said, "You really have a clear distinction between what you like and what you hate. However, you don't have to divide me into the enemy's camp so quickly, right?"

Lin Qiu was noncommittal, and lightly asked another rhetorical question, "The greetings are over, can we start the topic?"

Lin Peng smiled and said: "Okay, let's talk about my two colleagues today. You have met Hou Shihao, who works in the studio. Besides him, the studio also has a temporary consultant, It's Jia Yubo. Both of them grew up in a hair salon. Oh, by the way, Mr. Lin knows what kind of hair salon it is?"

Lin Qiu looked at Lin Peng indifferently, without saying a word.Lin Peng raised his eyebrows, a bit self-defeating, smiled, and continued talking.

"There are two of them. One is confused. He has no idea what others say and listens to. The other is arrogant and narcissistic. He can control what others believe in him. What's even more surprising is that their hands have been dirty for a long time, so , it’s easier to use.”

Lin Qiu's right eyelid couldn't help but twitch.

He knew that since Lin Peng was able to appear here under Ling Chuan's arrangement, it meant that the person he saw before must be a fake.

But Lin Qiu still felt a pain in his chest when he really heard Ye Yuan's affectionately called "little friend", Lin Lin's good brother whom Lin Lin cared about and loved all the time, uttered such cold-blooded words.

"So, Tang Yijin, were you the one who kidnapped you?" He asked coldly.

Lin Peng smiled and said, "You might as well listen to me tell a story, and then tell you the answer."