Pretending to be husband and wife

[My name is Qi Wuming, Qi Ming, Qi... nameless. 】

Qi Wuming thought, when he saw Zhong Yang for the last time, he still didn't let go of all his paranoia.

If Zhong Yang really did that when he begged Zhong Yang to turn around and hug him, then he might let Zhong Yang fall into hell with him.

——But, unfortunately and fortunately, Zhong Yang did not soften his heart this time.

"Have you ever regretted it?" Zhong Yang asked, those light brown eyes stared at him for a moment, so that he had nowhere to hide, as if his darkest side was exposed to the hot sun, It was evaporated together with the flesh.

How did he answer it?

Oh, he said "maybe".

Maybe—possibly, probably.

At the last moment of his life, he would be ambiguous.Obviously before, he had always planned to go all the way to the dark.

The Qi family's old house had been burned to ashes ten years ago, but when he stepped into this place, the buried past was still so clearly visible, as if it happened right before his eyes.

The back light and the moon are overcast, and it is already ten years of traces and ten years of heart.

It turns out that ten years is not enough to let everything dissipate like smoke.

That rotten smell had been deeply engraved into his body, and as long as he was still alive, he would never be able to forget it.

Withered and ashes under his feet, Qi Wuming stepped step by step through the place where he grew up, and suddenly felt as if he had passed away.

Once, what kind of picture should this place be like?

——Is it the love of the parents? Is it the kindness of the father and the filial piety of the son? Or the joy and harmony?

Now only suffocating embers remain.

The side where Zhong Yang met with the artificial lake in the campus back then was the only little beauty left in his dark life.After that, he colluded with Jin Lin and stepped into a darker hell step by step.

—He had already planned to give up.

But God wanted him to meet Zhong Yang again: at his pretend wedding with Zhang Yingying, Zhong Yang walked towards him, and his eyes were sore for a while.

He thought that if Zhong Yang told him about his reluctance, he would most likely leave the wedding and go with him.

But Zhong Yang didn't speak, he even smiled and wished him happiness.

happiness?

The Qi family went bankrupt, his father committed suicide, and his mother ran away with another man.

Where does his happiness come from?

But Qi Wuming calmed down at that moment. He used to sit in the dark of Qi's old house, planning and sorting out his plans over and over again. His hands and feet were cold, his eyes were sore, and his mind was swollen.

In the end, he tore up this piece of paper and swallowed it down his throat one by one. The paper was cold and hard, and it smelled blood when it passed through the soft mouth. He stood in the dilapidated Qi's house for the whole night.

Leave all the remaining goodwill and meekness in the past, and come out with cruelty and violence.

He tortured his mother, and the woman lay on the ground hugging his leg and crying badly, begging him in a panic.

There is only begging, not even a little love for flesh and blood.

He ended up with a gun with only one bullet in it.

Gunshots resounded throughout the old house. He stood in front of the house and smoked a cigarette indifferently, and then a fire burned away the remaining evidence.

very nice.

The flames shot up into the sky, illuminating Qi Wuming's face half-bright and half-dark, making it even more cloudy and uncertain.

The fire not only burned his home, but also burned his body.

Maintaining an ambiguous relationship with Hua Yan is not really because he really has any meaning for Hua Yan.Jin Su wanted Fahrenheit's shares, and he wanted to be closer to Zhong Yang.So that kidnapping came even more smoothly.

But in fact, he didn't intend to do so.

To him, Zhong Yang has always been like a white moonlight in his heart and a cinnabar mole on his chest. He can't even get close to the other party and express his thoughts, so how easy is it to imprison the other party?

"But you agreed in the end, didn't you?" Jin Su looked at him with a smile at the time. This man had a harmless face, but his heart was ruthless.

Yeah, he finally agreed.

So, nothing to say.

The moment Jin Su let Zhong Yang go, he knew that he was of no value to the other party.

The cheated shares are naturally owned by Jin Su, he is just a tool man.In all fairness, he is also not interested in business affairs, those powers are dispensable to him.

But you can have a disgusting feast by the way, and you can get closer to Zhong Yang, why not do it?

A fortune teller once said that his fate is not good, but if he can get through it, he will surely enjoy his old age and have a lot of children and grandchildren.

But how can it be regarded as enjoying the old age?

What he likes is a man, how can a man live with his children and grandchildren?

Furthermore, if everyone can survive, why do so many people commit suicide?

The old liar in the rivers and lakes, all he said was nonsense.

He still maintained a casual attitude, turning a blind eye to Jin Su's private investigation.

Suddenly one day Jin Su stopped moving, and he immediately understood that it was time for him to leave.

This journey of life did not make him feel so wonderful.But for Zhong Yang, he was still paranoid and unwilling to let go.

The address on that text message was his previous residence, but it is no longer in use now.He knew that Zhong Yang would no longer trust him, so he went directly to wait near the other's house.

As expected, Zhong Yang would never agree to this last invitation.

The man in front of him was the only person he had ever liked in his life.Every day and night in the past, when he had difficulty suppressing his emotions, he would always think of Zhong Yang, relying on that little comfort to allow himself to continue living in this dark and lightless world.

On the day when he came to see Zhong Yang for the last time, he didn't drink a single grain of rice or a drop of water, perhaps because he knew that he was about to leave this world, so he didn't have much appetite.

Zhong Yang was as gentle and elegant as ever, but he was like a mouse in the ditch, everyone shouted and hated him.

For that moment, he selfishly wanted Zhong Yang to die with him.

There is a Colt 2000 in the inner pocket of his suit jacket, which is pressing against his heart stiffly at this moment.But in the end, he still didn't reach out to take it out.

Maybe it was the little conscience that was left, or maybe he hated such a meaningless chase.Until the end, he chose to return to the place where he grew up alone.

The Qi family's old house has long been dilapidated, leaving only ruins.Just like he wandered aimlessly in the world for so many years, the one who finally came back was also a walking dead who was no longer conscious.

The light of the sky shone into the dark old house through the burnt-out pillars, Qi Wuming sat on the ground, feeling that he could finally catch his breath.

He had worn a mask pretending to be his grandson for so many years, and now he had completely forgotten what he looked like.

The sun is shining and the sun is just right.

Qi Wuming took out the Colt, took out all the bullets in the magazine and threw them aside, leaving only one bullet in the cavity.

——He didn't intend to let Jin Su see him off.

Years ago, his father was taken away by a group of men in uniform, and then hanged himself in a dark prison that never saw the light of day.Today, he has committed a lot of crimes, but he still wants to control his own life.

The cold tool was pressed against his lips, and a smell of gunpowder came through.

With a gunshot, the unknown person finally ended his life.