Balancing

The cigar was burned out, Wang Yue retracted his long-standing memories, the corners of his lips curled up with a curve that disappeared in an instant, and his eyes slowly fell on Jian Ming. "I've always had a good temper. People don't offend me, I don't offend others. There are only a few times in my life that made me murderous. Jian Ming, you hate me, I can completely understand, but they forced me to do all of this... "

"Forcing you? Wang Weisheng, do you still have the law of the king in your eyes? You can kill people without satisfying your desire? That's human life. Why do you decide the life and death of others? Who gave you the right?" Jian Ming tore his tired body. The voice roared, and when the truth was completely presented before his eyes, the last trace of composure he had was completely disintegrated.

"Then who gave the right to those bastards who killed my daughter? You are too naive. There is no kingly law in this world. Everyone is doing it for themselves and doing whatever they can to achieve their goals. I am already very kind. At least your sister You should thank me for being able to live till now." Wang Yue's brows trembled, his facial features gradually distorted.

Jian Ming's body, which had been standing for too long, was finally unsupportable, and he staggered back a few steps, leaning on the cabin partition, "You fart! Try to live like my sister for 16 years... You are still not human... Blow up my parents It's not enough, why don't you send their daughter to watch the scene? Are you a fucking beast?" The last sentence almost used all of Jian Ming's strength, he was so angry that it was the first time that he felt empathy for the murderous intent said by the person in front of him.

The tall man at the door seemed to hear the roar in the cabin, and suddenly opened the door and barged in. Wang Yue turned his head and shouted sharply: "Get out." Then he said to Jian Ming in a strange way: "You can't blame me, I don't know where your sister is. It’s time to wake up, but you have to thank one person, Leng Guofeng. I heard from my subordinates at the time that it was fortunate that he protected your sister during the explosion and was not injured by the fragments. Regardless of how great he is, he can think of doing this. It counts that your father didn't get to know him in vain."

"... Leng Guofeng... back to the scene?" No wonder Leng Feng said that Qiqi was rescued by his father, why did Leng Guofeng go back?Didn't he already escape?

"I probably thought I didn't have the ability to detonate the bomb/bomb, and wanted to go back and be a good person. Tsk, you people... always underestimate me. I said that two lives are not enough to calm me down. In order to punish him for being smart, I Let his daughter go down to accompany your parents, hehe, Jian Ming, I'm giving you a sigh of relief, as you can guess, without Leng Guofeng, how could I have designed the scene so seamlessly." Wang Yue seemed a little tired Yes, he took a deep breath, walked to the bench and sat down, picked up the thermos cup at hand, and took a sip.

"God help me. That theater was built on top of the air-raid shelter. If Leng Guofeng hadn't informed me in advance, I wouldn't have had time to find such a good escape route. That show would not have had a perfect curtain call."

Jian Ming snorted, gasped and said coldly: "Do you think you killed them? You are wrong, Wang Weisheng."

He straightened his back, straightened his body, and moved two steps towards Wang Yue. There were purple bruises on his tied wrists. "Someone had already entered the theater before the explosion. My parents had a chance to escape. They chose not to escape because they didn't want to give you, a scum, another chance to use them to betray the country. I didn't understand why they were willing to leave me and my sister behind. You have to sacrifice your life. Now, I understand. For a despicable person like you who wants to betray the country and ask for money, only by completely disappearing can you cut off your greed forever. Loyalty, so he and my mother died for their beliefs, not by your dirty hands. Didn’t you say that everyone in this world is for themselves? Oh, really ignorant...now you are the largest in Southeast Asia Drug tycoon, you can't hide your vulgarity and superficiality, you will never know the meaning of the word "faith that is heavier than life..."

An impassioned attack hit Wang Yue's body like a powerful electric current. The sudden humiliation made him feel as if he was sitting on the edge of a knife.

Jian Ming, who had finished speaking the last paragraph, felt his whole body floating in the air at this moment, and the Wang Yue in front of him changed from one to two, three, with double shadows, his eyes darkened suddenly, his knees softened, and he fell heavily on the ground , fainted.

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It has been three days since Jian Ming disappeared and now it has been three full days. Lu Heng went from being anxious at the beginning to searching around with no direction. On the sofa, Jian Ming's favorite saying of the day is playing on the TV in front of him, and there seems to be a familiar voice in his ear...

"I guess the gangster came to the scene from the balcony of the neighbor's house. Let me analyze it for you..."

"Hey, Ah Heng, do you think there are such stupid thieves? Skynet is everywhere now. It makes me laugh so hard that the business of robbing gold can still exist, haha..."

"I said, are you really as powerful as these special police officers in the show? The other party has guns, so you just rushed..."

"Of course..." Lu Heng instinctively accepted the question echoing in his ears, and just as he uttered his voice, he realized that he was talking to himself stupidly. He lowered his head, smiled bitterly, and muttered: "Ming Ming, you are so cruel, why didn't I see it before?"

The moonlight outside the window was blocked by thick clouds, emitting a dim and colorless shadow. He lit a cigarette, got up and walked to the balcony, pushed open the window, raised his head and spit out a puddle of white mist, watching it motionless. It gradually disappeared in the night sky, took another sip, and spit it out.

Lu Heng is very strange. If it were in the past, he shouldn't be making a big fuss in the anti-drug team now, or he should just pester Yan Dong to come and not give up until he achieves his goal?Otherwise, following my uncle for 24 hours until he agrees to my request, isn't that what I used to be like?

When did it start changing?He thought hard, he knew that he had always been a worry-free person, disregarded the wishes of others in too many things, and acted alone, even if he hurt others, he didn't know it, he was able to go his own way all the way to the present, I don't know how lucky he is Still others are too tolerant, but since when, he began to see others. Looking back on these days, he gradually began to realize the difficulty of the people around him, he began to care whether he would cause trouble to others, and he began to fear that those around him cared People who feel sad, even touch the hot temperature when they shed tears...

Jian Ming, is that you?Did you give me all this?

It turns out that you have changed me so much before I knew it. You carry so many burdens, but you still tolerate me patiently. Mingming, you must be very tired...

The cigarette ash fell on the back of his hand. Lu Heng shook his hand, put out the cigarette, and walked into the bedroom slowly. He suddenly found Jian Ming's glasses lying quietly on the bedside table. The lenses had already been finely covered with a layer of dust.

That's right, he hasn't worn glasses for a long time... I once promised that one day I would let him feel safe without wearing glasses, didn't I... already achieved it?

Realizing this level with hindsight, Lu Heng also convinced himself. He lay down on the bed, which still smelled of Jian Ming's body. He took a deep breath, and a line of tears slipped silently, falling on the quilt.

"Why are there so many tears..." Mingming's voice sounded in his ear again, he closed his eyes tightly, curled up and let his body tremble.

All kinds of things in the world are just a mirror, and there is always one image that is yourself, but the person in Lu Heng's mirror is always Jian Ming, who makes him see himself clearly...

As it should be.