delicious life

At this time, hit the muzzle of the gun, I think it is possible to let you go. "

"If you pretend to be stronger, if you are as ignorant as before, and don't know what to say, I will still have a little compassion... You have completely lost my patience, and now you will only make me upset."

Putting down these few words coldly, looking at the face of the other self, an almost unfamiliar cruel expression appeared, wanting to stop his violent means, and save Mo Ci who was still under him a moment ago. .

The outstretched hand passed through his own body, and a strong emotion transitioned from the other person's body to his own body, including disdain, sympathy, disappointment, satisfaction and unexplainable hidden thoughts.

A variety of emotions are mixed together, mixed into the primitive desire to destroy this embarrassing situation.

I met in the courtyard a long, long time ago, when I was still an ignorant child, seeing this well-protected child, acting like a baby at the people around him, with a carefree appearance, jealousy spread like a vine.

He will have a better life than him, he has put in 12 points of effort in everything, and one day, he will grab something he can't get, so what about bastards?Even if he can only stay in a dark corner without seeing the sun, he still has to pull someone to accompany him into the darkness.

As they got older, the first time they met was in a noisy and dim bar. The flamboyant and domineering Mo Ci didn't care about fighting with others, just to fight for breath in front of women and frustrate the other party's spirit.

The original outline was stretched out, and Mo Ci's eyebrows were picturesque, and every stroke was filled with thick ink, attracting everyone's attention.

At that time, Mo Ci was full of high spirits and arrogance.So much so that he could be seen in the crowd at a glance, and walked out with inexplicable thoughts by himself, to save Mo Ci, and with a few words, the simple-minded Mo Ci regarded him as a friend who could walk together with his shoulders on his shoulders.

Is it revenge?Is it the viciousness to ask but not to be humiliated, who wants to drag the other party into the water?

Zhao Hongxiu, who read another memory of his own, couldn't distinguish the turbulent emotions under the thick fog.

Injustice is happening every day in the world, why do we have to bear this unfairness by ourselves?I can't get used to other people's kindness, and I don't like Mo Ci's flamboyant smile that often hangs on his face. The longer we get along with each other, this inner imbalance gradually emerges.

Finally one day, he got the chance to flex his muscles.

An opportunity lies before us, and a shining road lies at our feet.

He chose the most radical method and planned a plan to attack Mo Ci's entire family.

Step by step approaching purposefully, time after time, Mo Ci, who is simple-minded and ignorant of the world, reveals important news.

Standing behind the scenes all the time, executing everything with other people's hands, after success, Mo Ci's face no longer had the publicity of the day, and he began to become depressed, walking alone in the messy alley, wandering over and over again.

What did he want to see at this time?

I vented the depression that had been buried in my chest for many years, and felt that I had lost a lot.

To get something, one must exchange something.

The distorted personality finally made the injustice in his heart disappear, but the disappearing depression left his heart empty, and he didn't know how to fill it up again.

He got everything he wanted, trampled on Mo Ci who was loved by everyone back then, slowly crushed his dignity, and let him call out the most precious thing himself.

Relatives, wealth, and then status.

Now that he has nothing and has become a homeless person, what else does he owe himself?

Is it the influence of the position that has occupied his heart for many years, or the sudden loss of the object of revenge in the midst of injustice?

Two complex emotions are intertwined. Seeing Mo Ci who owed a lot of debts in the casino, he had the idea of ​​destroying him completely.

In the plan to attack the Mo family, Mo Ci is just a pawn that can be used.

He also secretly admired Mo Ci's proud and flamboyant character during his short time together.

The current Mo Ci is disheveled, ragged, and all his proud and flamboyant capital has been stripped away. He lives a humble life, weak and deceitful.

Disappointment was above humiliation, he wanted to see how weak Mo Ci, whom he once admired, could be.

The shiny dagger was attached to the thumb of Mo Ci's left hand, approaching inch by inch.

Mo Ci, who was shrouded in fear, let out a scream and struggled with all his strength, trying to escape from this closed and suffocating warehouse.

Zhao Hongxiu looked cold, unmoved, and gave a brief order.

The dagger was pressed hard, and the screams stopped abruptly...

Zhao Hongxiu opened his eyes abruptly, and there seemed to be distant screams lingering in his ears, time and space intertwined.

The only sound in the dark room was his heavy breathing.

Zhao Hongxiu regained consciousness for a long time, only then did he realize that behind him was already covered in sweat.

A beautiful dream in the first half of the night, and a cruel dream in the second half of the night.

The two dreams were put together, and the sweaty clothes behind her were tightly pressed against her back, and it was cold.

With his left hand on his forehead, Zhao Hongxiu slowly woke up from the strange dream.

After waking up from the dream, I experienced flashbacks and interludes of dreams, without any sleepiness.

Zhao Hongxiu got out of bed and lit a cigarette, lying on his side beside the bed, puffing out the smoke until the end of the night.

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The five-day period was over, Mo Ci hesitated again and again, and with the idea of ​​seeing what Zhao Hongxiu was up to, he sent a text message to the other party, "What are you going to talk about?"

A few hours after the text message was sent, Mo Ci received a call from Zhao Hongxiu at noon. Zhao Hongxiu reported a list of addresses and asked Mo Ci to go to the appointment.

Because the meeting place happened to be a well-known restaurant, Mo Ci greeted Mrs. Da at home and planned to have dinner outside.

It was not the first time to sit and eat face to face. Before Mo Ci came, he adjusted his mentality and calmly faced Zhao Hongxiu, getting along like a stranger who was not a stranger.

He refuted Zhao Hongxiu's ridicule in a neutral manner, successfully filled his stomach, and tasted a feast of Zhao Hongxiu's treat.

"I'm full after eating, and I've talked for so long, so I should get to the point."

Mo Ci looked at Zhao Hongxiu calmly, knocked on the table, and stopped arguing with Zhao Hongxiu.

"Yeah, it's time to get to the point." Zhao Hongxiu withdrew his smile, and a hint of emotion appeared on his fox-like cunning face. His narrowed eyes were not the usual scrutiny. Emotions came and went quickly, making it unpredictable.

"If I say, I can hand over your Mo family's secret recipe to you, instead of asking for cooperation and pulling me and my second uncle into the water, do you believe it?"

"What do you want me to exchange?" Mo Ci paused, and glanced at Zhao Hongxiu's hand on the table.

"It's so straightforward, yes, you can take it out." Zhao Hongxiu rested his hand on the table against his chin, and his eyes fell on Mo Ci's frowning face.

"What?" Mo Ci frowned.

"Before this, I always wanted to ask you a question." Zhao Hongxiu didn't answer right away, he circled around and met Mo Ci's eyes, "Are you really with that Ji Chengfeng?"

"Ah?" Mo Ci was taken aback for a moment, not understanding why Zhao Hongxiu asked this suddenly.

Reminiscent of the several meetings with Zhao Hongxiu, most of which were Duan Feng present, Zhao Hongxiu was able to guess the relationship between him and Duan Feng, and it was expected, why did he know the consultant?

Mo Ci bumped into Zhao Hongxiu's sight with a puzzled expression.

"The first time I met you was in Manletsen's hotel. At that time, you were hostile to me as if you had a deep hatred with me. Since then, I have paid attention to you. Then there was the second time, the third time The tit-for-tat confrontation last time... I still remember that I asked you why, and you said that I was not your enemy. At that time, you struggled like a little wild cat..."

"Remember those words you rejected me, I always remember, like standing still, the shadow cast by the sun, wherever I go, you will follow there, it is always a moving shadow, people can't get rid of it Over the years, I have sought out many people, but none of them can give me the feeling you brought me... I have known you for so long, and I have known you before that Ji Chengfeng, why from the beginning to the end, you Don't even give me a chance?"

Zhao Hongxiu narrated slowly with a bit of bitterness in his voice, staring at Mo Ci's face, trying to see something else from Mo Ci's face.

"You..." Mo Ci's expression became strange, and he wanted to say something.

"I was thinking, if you give me a chance, or if the first meeting is not so bad, will it be me who is standing by your side?"

Zhao Hongxiu continued to drop heavy bombs, making Mo Ci, who was writhing anxiously, his mind went blank.

Is this still the Zhao Hongxiu he knew?

"I didn't directly participate in the series of actions against the Mo family, and I can't interfere with the second uncle's actions. This is not my original intention. If you think I am manipulating all this, I will continue to be your hostile object. In this way, You will always remember me and become an old shadow in your heart."

Zhao Hongxiu didn't expect Mo Ci to respond to his words, and he continued to speak, clasping his hands under his chin, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Surprised, isn't it? I was also surprised. I didn't expect to talk to you so much today." Zhao Hongxiu rubbed his fingers and said lightly.

"If you hadn't been wearing Zhao Hongxiu's skin, I would have mistakenly thought you were insane." Mo Ci thought for a while before expressing his opinion.

In the memory of a previous life, a person who has a deep hatred with you asks affectionately in front of your eyes, why can't you give him a chance?

This feeling is like swallowing an egg, speechless.

And from Zhao Hongxiu's narrative