The Record of Reemployment of the Laid-off Emperor

Cen Weiyu is indeed homophobic, his reaction told me.

He first grabbed my wrist and tore me off his body like a vine. The hand that had touched me was clenched into a fist, and the knuckles were shaking as if he had been greatly insulted.

Want to beat me up?I flustered my upper body to disintegrate momentum, struggled to stand still, and said exaggeratedly: "Sorry, I misunderstood. Because you have been looking at me with strange eyes, and the conditions you put forward...made me mistaken for you Could it be that I have... sorry, sorry."

I know that Cen Weiyu looks at me with repulsion and disgust. In his eyes, I'm probably a dead gay who has ruined his lovely brother?

Although it is clear, I insist on disgusting him, insisting on turning black and white, misinterpreting his resistance into liking, and blaming him for having the same face as Qi Guanwei.

Cen Weiyu was obviously disgusted enough, he didn't clean up the documents on the table, he walked out of the coffee shop quickly with the briefcase in one hand and his bleeding lips in the other hand.

As soon as he left, the fiery gossiping eyes of the other customers all looked at me. I didn't care, I was thick-skinned, and even made a face at the clerk with a smile, and then slowly picked up the fallen documents and went out.

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I got on the bus in front of the nearest bus stop and got off in the old town after several rounds, a forgotten land made up of shacks and old tube buildings.

It is located on the opposite bank of the river, facing the western-style new urban area across the river. There are no high-rise buildings and transparent and reflective glass, only yellow walls and ant colonies at the bottom of society.

This is where Zhang Yuanying and I stayed in this strange city.

As soon as I entered the area, I saw four or five children huddled together and scraping a beautiful car parked under a tree with stones.

I put my hands in my pockets and turned a blind eye.

Going around into the dim tube building, one step at a time climbs up the stairs. The stairs are narrow and steep. There are no sensor lights in the corridors, so you can only feel the darkness based on your memory.Such a place is not suitable for the elderly and children to live in. It is conceivable that the elderly will end up stepping down the corridor.

As for the children, I stopped on the platform between the third and fourth floors, which was full of debris, and there was a small prismatic window on the wall, through which I looked downstairs.

Those children were still surrounding the car, and now they were no longer just rowing the car. They raised stones and smashed them at the glass.

Children will grow into a new generation of hooligans in the rotting mud.

Walking to the fifth floor and stopping, there are two families in total, two green iron doors that have been corroded to the point of fading.

One family installed a silver fence gate outside the iron gate, while the other did not.

I stopped at the door of my house, and the sound of crying children and the eight o'clock TV series from the TV came from the opposite door.After standing for a while, he slowly took out the key and opened the door.

Looking inside from the entrance, narrowness and depression are the main colors of the house.

The ceiling is extremely low, and the ceiling is so heavy that it seems that you can touch it with your hands, and it is true.

The narrow space is divided into the living room and the kitchen, separated only by a thin wooden board. A black box TV is placed in the room that can be called the living room. There is a reclining chair against the wall, and two plastic benches are folded upside down on the reclining chair.

No one was home, I looked at the clock on the wall, 02:30.

Turning on the TV and lying on the recliner, the lively conversation came from the small black box, breaking the silent and suffocating air.

The same eight o'clock dog-blood drama was shown on TV, and the heroine asked the man standing next to her with tears in her eyes, "Why did you lie to me, why did you betray our love!"

The man broke away the heroine's hand coldly, and said nonchalantly, "People's hearts are changeable."

At the right time, the sad music sounded according to the occasion, and the weather changed as it said, and it started to rain heavily.

The rain watered the heroine into a drowned chicken, and the back view of the heroine's merciless departure was a tragic sight.

People's hearts are changeable. I repeatedly smacked these four words, and the more I tasted, the more interesting it became.

Just as the male lead easily abandons his own wife after becoming rich, it seems to be throwing away an insignificant burden.Qi Guanwei can also abandon the utopia they pursue together for the sake of power and status.

I stared at the TV in a daze, unconsciously my figure overlapped with the heroine's, while Qi Guanwei left me a back view without nostalgia.

"Heh," Do you really think of yourself as the heroine of a bitter drama?I sneered, turned off the TV and walked into the toilet.

The foggy glass reflected my face, mediocre brows and eyes, gloomy expression, a person who is not pleasant to go anywhere.Like the wilting dogtail grass growing in the shed area, it is inconspicuous and dusty.

I traced my eyebrows and eyes along the glass, emphasizing over and over again, "I am Yang Qing, you are Yang Qing, and we are Yang Qing."

Cen Weiyu is the key to open Pandora's Box. The love and hate that I kept in my heart, in my tears, from thousands of years ago was instantly ignited.The human figure in the mirror keeps distorting, and Qingyangbi, who is unwilling and resentful, pierces my skin and comes to the world in the mirror, sometimes high-spirited and sometimes sad and mournful.

The thoughts that belonged to Yang Qing were emptied, a fire caught in my throat, and burned my lungs along the esophagus, trying to burn through my last drop of blood. My fingers gripped the sink, and my body and soul convulsed at the same time.

He should not have been let go!

Huo Ran raised his head and stared at the distorted figure in the mirror. I should use my teeth, glass, and nails to pierce and swallow Cen Weiyu the first moment I saw him. Gangrene attached to the bone.

Only in this way, only in this way, can I live as Yang Qing.

"Xiao Yang? Are you back?"

A familiar voice came from the door, followed by the sound of unlocking, there were two in total.

I suddenly regained my senses, turned around and unscrewed the water valve, and cold water sprayed out from the nozzle. I stood under the nozzle and let the cold water wet my whole body.The person in the mirror finally returned to normal again. I adjusted the curvature of the corners of my mouth—the balance between smiling and not smiling. I confirmed that there was no abnormality before I pushed the door out.

There were two extra breaths in the small room, I subconsciously looked for Zhang Yuanying, and after sweeping my eyes, I found that there were more lumps on the recliner opposite the TV.Withdrawing his gaze, he pulled out a low plastic stool from the corner and sat down in front of the folding table, waiting for the speaker to come over.

The person who spoke was Wang Chun, who lived nearby.When Zhang Yuanying was still sober a few years ago, the two often made appointments together to find some odd jobs, distribute leaflets, and do housekeeping...

After Zhang Yuanying completely lost the ability to take care of herself, I hired her, and she took care of Zhang Yuanying's daily life, eating and drinking, and most of the time, Zhang Yuanying lived directly in her house.

I have very little communication with her. She must have taken the initiative to come to the door today for salary. At the beginning of each month, I will regularly put 4000 yuan in an envelope and stuff it through the door of her house.At the beginning of this month, because Zhang Yuanying spent a lot of money on special medicines, the funds were a bit stretched, and the salary has been delayed until now.

Looking at the clock, Wang Chun walked out of the kitchen wearing a brown apron and holding a plate of washed apples in his hand within 5 minutes.I guess she was supposed to be doing housework at home. When she heard that I was home, she immediately took Zhang Yuanying to my house.She must have had trouble sleeping and eating in the past few days in arrears of wages. While praying at home that an envelope full of money would be pushed in through the crack of the door one morning, she had to plan for the worst—the bastard from the Yang family reneged or Yang Qing left behind her burden and ran away.These two possible futures must have tortured her so much that she couldn't sleep or eat. As soon as she heard the news of my return, she rushed to Zhang Yuanying without stopping.

"Xiao Yang, eat apples. I bought them from the farmer's market early in the morning. They are sweet." Wang Chun didn't say a word about the money, and took a low stool and sat across from me to do the homework affectionately.She babbled about Zhang Yuanying's eccentric temper and how difficult it was to take care of an incontinent patient.Her topics expanded, from Zhang Yuanying to her husband who died early and her son who was in prison, and she shook off the bitterness of half her life for me to see.

You are the only one who is miserable, and you-his-mother is the worst in the whole world.

I interrupted her sinisterly, "How did your son go to jail? If I remember correctly, it seems to be rape?"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Chun refuted loudly without thinking, with only a pause of 0.001 seconds: "No! It was that bitch who seduced her! My son was the most obedient since he was a child, and he was the only one who was admitted to college among all the children here. He absolutely I won't do bad things, it's that bitch who wronged him!" She deliberately emphasized her tone in college.

The sound wave knocked off the white ash stuck to the ceiling, and I added fuel to the fire, "Yes, the 12-year-old girl seduced him."

The noisy voice stopped abruptly, and Wang Chun's face fell into the ashes of a lie being exposed, "He is a good boy." She still repeated stubbornly, as if telling a lie a hundred times would become true.

"A good boy won't rape." I punctured all her fantasies.

I hate this kind of "optimistic" person the most, living in her own vain imagination every day, she should have repented for her son's sins all her life.

If it weren't for no one around but her willing to take care of Zhang Yuanying, then I would never hand Zhang Yuanying over to her.

An 'optimistic' person lives in her own imagination, her son was seduced and framed, and when her son came out, she took him and changed his name and left to start a new life in a place no one knew.For this, she needs a lot of money, as long as I give enough money, she can take care of Zhang Yuanying as her own mother.

I didn't dare to provoke her too much before, but it's different now - Zhang Yuanying will go abroad at the end of the month.

"I heard that rapists have the lowest status even in prisons. Do you think your rapists can come back?"

"My son is not a rapist!" Wang Chun stuck his nails on the flesh of my waist, revealing a tear-stained face.I had no mercy but thought she was hideous, so I grabbed Wang Chun's wrist and pushed her away.

After giving birth to a rapist, how could she still have the face to live? She should go to hell with her rapist son!

'What about you, why are you still living shamelessly? 'The Qingyangbi in the mirror penetrated into my heart, and I shuddered, yes, why am I lingering on my last breath?

stop!Don't think about it!I forcibly stopped the derailed thought train, and in order to divert my attention, I planned to visit Zhang Yuanying.

Quickly walking around the board and going to the other side, Zhang Yuanying woke up at some point. She was half-sitting on the recliner, and the thin blanket on her body slipped down her thighs.She stared up at the ceiling in a daze, motionless like an old doll, a rusty machine.The emptiness in her heart has completely swallowed her, leaving only a hollow skin.

Looking at her, I was suddenly furious. Zhang Yuanying did it more thoroughly, another person who was escaping. She created a void in her heart, allowing the void to swallow her soul, and fled to a world without pain. What about me?

what about me?