I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

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As I said, sometimes life forces you to make choices. If you don't choose when you should choose, you can only choose to be pushed to the ground by life.

Nan Ling looked at me with strange eyes.

"Junwu, you really have changed a lot." He sighed, "Forget it, this is the end of the matter."

Then I saw Zuo Xiunian's head protruding upside down from the top of the screen. He didn't know when he picked up his long hair, and he looked like a female ghost. I've heard of his habit. He used to wear women's clothes to lie to his brother that he was an illegitimate daughter, which scared his brother so much.

"I said he would accept it, and you know it." He said quietly, "actually none of you have a choice."

"Don't make trouble." Nan Ling pushed his head away, "I will send someone to pick you up, you can just wait for now."

"It's 'I'." Zuo Xiunian looked at Nanling resentfully from the side, "Are you happy using me?"

"Oh, that's really fun." Nan Ling answered him with a smile. He looked genuinely happy, not the kind of happy because someone he hated died, but the kind of happy like a child finally being able to go to an amusement park, purely happy.

Later, Zuo Xiunian and I mysteriously said that it was because Nan Ling found the meaning of his life—with his help.

I asked him, what did you help him with? He said that I told him that the meaning of life is "everything comes", and after that, he realized it. So he understood me and I understood him. We walk together on the wilderness.

I didn't understand it at the time, and I didn't understand it later. But Nan Ling understood, this might be why the two of them could play together.

I found that Zuo Xiunian was probably exaggerating when he said that he was used by Nan Ling. Nan Ling did have a few 'puppets' under his control—that's what he called himself, and he told me that I was one of the puppets too, and asked me if I was angry. I told him I was angry with a blank face, and I would be even angrier if you didn't tell me when to pick me up.

But Zuo Xiunian is not a puppet, they are more like collaborators, but Nan Ling is the main one. I actually didn't want to understand this point, obviously Zuo Xiunian is the more powerful person.

I soon lost my mind to think about such things. Nan Ling took me back to the country. The following things are actually similar to those of the Count of Monte Cristo. It's too boring. I really don't want to talk about it. In short, in the end, I sent my eldest brother and second sister to prison, and my third brother went abroad. Since he was not directly involved in Xiaoting's affairs, I let him go.

"I was wrong." Nan Ling told me after knowing my decision, "Actually, you still haven't changed, you are still the silly Baitian I knew."

"It's also very pitiful in a sense." Zuo Xiunian said.

The two of them have often stayed together recently, planning something that would turn many families upside down, and my family is one of them. I know they are using me, and it should be. But I can't see what they're trying to do. The combination of the two of them is simply the best example of one plus one equals one million. The ability to make troubles is multiplied by one million, and the number of times of committing crimes is also multiplied by one million. At that time, I didn't want to see the two of them at all.

After that, I took over the family business, and I also have free time. But when I picked up the pen and wanted to draw something, I couldn't draw anything.

I haven't seen Nanling again, but I've heard a lot about him. For example, several houses have recently started to be updated. It is said that Nanling is behind the manipulation, and many people have died on the road. The black and white roads are in turmoil. I have never seen such a scene. I sent him a message and asked him what do you want to do? To avenge your parents?

He didn't call me back, but Zuo Xiunian called me instead.

"He's really trying to avenge his parents, but don't ask him any more," he told me as soon as he got on the phone. "He probably didn't even figure it out. He just 'wanted' to do it, so that's it. Did. He doesn't know why."

"Sounds like you know?"

I don't know where this sentence made him laugh, he laughed like a lunatic on the phone, so crazy that he could go to Gotham Arkham to get a job again. I almost wanted to call him 120 - no, he is crazy.

"No." He answered me after laughing enough, "How could I know? If I know everything, why should I help him?"

I asked, "Then why did you help him?"

"Because I'm curious." He answered me in a tone that made me uncomfortable and taken it for granted. "My parents thought I was too curious, and so did a lot of people, and that's why everyone thought I was crazy. I just Wanted to see what Nan Ling could do. He came back to Nan's house, he didn't want anything, other people didn't think so. He killed his parents, although it wasn't from their wishes, but it was a fact—for The parents who once abandoned him and finally died for him, how far can Nan Ling do it? Aren't you curious?"

Considering the rumors I had heard about him and what he had done for Nanling during this period, I was a little creepy at that time.

"...you're crazy."

"You're not the first to say that," Zuo Xiunian said gracefully, "and you won't be the last. You're a very interesting person, but not as interesting as Nanling, that's why I'm friends with him, and you no."

He hung up the phone. The next day, I heard that the eldest son of the Zuo family had been sent back to the mental hospital. I couldn't describe in words how relieved I was. Zuo Xiunian's last 'friend' was in the same mental hospital as him, the difference was that he could still get out, while his friend couldn't.

I don't want to be his friend, not at all.

Then I went back to find out about Nan Ling's parents. At that time, I was not in the mood because of Xiao Ting's accident. Now I want to check.

I watched to understand what happened. This matter can be traced back to many years ago, to the night when Si Shechuan adopted Nan Ling. When I first heard it, I just thought he was miserable, but he was lucky. I just found out now that I know the man who was castrated by Nanling. His name is Sun Mingyuan, and he is my relative—let’s put it this way, he hugged me when I was young.

I'm straight up sick.

I did hear that he went abroad to recuperate more than ten years ago, but I don't know the reason. He returned to China some time ago, and then died soon, and I don't know the reason.

now I know.

The cause of the matter is this, Nan Yuanjia has an only daughter named Nan Xiaowan, who is in the sixth grade of elementary school this year. I have seen her, she is a cute little girl, she said that she wants to be an astronaut in the future, and she made a big statement. I thought she looked like her mother at the time.

Speaking of this Nan Yuanjia, her story can be regarded as soul-stirring. After she divorced Zhao Siyan, she said that she really went to pursue love, and she cut most of the contact with Nan's family. Although her husband died of cancer a few years ago, she has heard really good things over the years.

Until Nan Ling returned to Nan's house.

Nan Ling and Nan Yuanjia are mother and son, and Nan Xiaowan is also his younger sister. When the group of people from the Nan family were fighting among themselves, they might feel that no matter how blood relationship could be greater than the heavens - they didn't want to think about it, why they, a group of people with the same surname, were still fighting to the death.

Anyway, they caught Nan Xiaowan. The person who did it was Sun Mingyuan.

I can't bear to talk about what happened next. Nan Ling didn't even know about it at first, and when he found out, it was too late.

Nan Xiaowan died, and Nan Yuanjia went crazy. That was the second time I saw Nan Ling at the banquet.

He later went to his father, Zhao Siyan, for help. For Zhao Siyan, although he and Nan Yuanjia had parted ways, and he didn't like to see Nan Ling very much, he still had a conscience. He promised to help, if not for Nan Xiaowan, then for Nan Ling.

Sun Mingyuan died quite quickly. But something went wrong with Zhao Siyan. He left evidence when he attacked Sun Mingyuan, and was finally framed in a business competition, and later died unexpectedly in prison. Before that, Nan Yuanjia had already committed suicide.

At that time, it was still some time before Nanling contacted me. I don’t know how he adjusted his mentality in those few months. He could still laugh when he mentioned his parents—oh, he never cared about those two people. Called my parents, honestly I can't understand him in this regard, I have never experienced such a **** thing.

Now the Nan family is in the hands of Nan Ling, and the Zhao family is also in the hands of his puppets. Everyone who offended him is dead. He stomped his foot, and half the people who were eligible for our party shook. But what good is that? The dead can't come back.

I especially want to know why it wasn't me that Nan Ling came looking for at that time. But then I thought about it, at that time I just had a few idle jobs, and I had neither money nor power. Nanling is also just a black doctor. It's okay for people on the road to play prestige on their own, but they will be cowarded immediately when they meet a capable person.

What can Nanling do? What can I do?

I glanced at the photo on the bookcase. In the photo, Xiao Ting was sitting in the spring garden and smiling at me. The realization that she had left me for good was at first stinging and unbearable. Now I just feel numb. Maybe this is 'growth'.

I threw away the blank drawing book that was sitting on my desk. Sometimes you have to learn to find a relatively comfortable posture when life wants to force you, otherwise how can people survive.

I said before that I never saw Nanling again. It’s not because I’m too busy—well, I’m really busy, but Nan Ling and I didn’t see each other for two or three years before, so after a year of taking over the family affairs, I basically stabilized the situation After coming down, the people under my hands started calling me 'Mr. Jun' instead of 'Mr. Jun', and I was finally free to visit my friends.

I thought it was only one year, we have been friends for so many years, nothing will change in one year.

Nan Ling is right, I am indeed still a fool.

Friends, if you see this, remember what I say - when you want to do something, do it now. If you want to see someone, do so right away. When you think you still have time, there is no time.

If you think things shouldn't be that bad, things will definitely be a hundred times worse than you think. The hemp rope is only broken at the fine points, and bad luck is only for the poor. This is absolutely true.

When I received a call from my subordinates saying that the house that Si Shechuan left for Nanling caught fire, I didn't realize that something was wrong.

In fact, Nan Ling has seldom been back in the past few years. He has his own clinic. So let's burn it, it's just one less trace left by Si Shechuan in this world. But he should have no objection, after all, he is dead.

I really realized something was wrong, it was Zuo Xiunian who called me.

"Qin Yao betrayed." He said briefly and hung up the phone.

I know who Qin Yao is, he is one of Nanling's puppets. Younger than Nan Ling, but very ambitious. It's different from me being forced, he always wants to take the initiative by himself, I thought it was pretty good before, don't imitate me, I'm too cowardly.

What a fart.

When I arrived at the house, I only saw the sky full of fire. The whole house is on fire, and the firefighters haven't arrived yet. I know this place is a bit out of the way, but I can tell that something is wrong with the soles of my feet.

From a distance, I saw a man standing in front of that house. He stood so close that if the house fell down, it would definitely hit him. Just as I was about to scream, I saw the clothes on the man from the mental hospital. Zuo Xiunian turned around, and I saw him crying silently.

His face was really gorgeous, and when he was crying, the firelight behind him made him amazingly beautiful, like a painted-skinned female ghost. I must have been dumbfounded at the time, but Zuo Xiunian didn't smile, which actually surprised me, because very few people saw him not smiling, and I've never seen him in anyone's eyes like he is now. The solemn sorrow is so solemn that it is almost like a broken ice falling in the sky full of fire.

He just glanced at me and then turned back. It was at this time that I saw a car parked not far from him, with a person reversing in front of the car, and there was no movement.

"That's Qin Yao." Zuo Xiunian turned his back on me, his voice was surprisingly stable, "I killed it."

"you-"

"By the time I got there, it was too late."

I just noticed that he was not wearing shoes at all, standing on the ground with bare feet. His long hair was disheveled by the wind, he really looked like a female ghost returning from the underworld to collect debts... a male ghost.

"What's going on?" I asked. At the same time, I sadly realized that my voice was almost as stable as Zuo Xiu Nian.

"Qin Yao found some excuses to invite Nan Ling here. Regarding the cause of Si Shechuan's death, Nan Xiaowan's last words, or his parents' affairs? Who knows? It doesn't matter. There are many things Nan Ling cares about...but it's too simple It's too simple and boring." Zuo Xiunian answered me impatiently, then muttered to himself, I took two steps closer to hear his voice clearly, "Will he not see that this is a trap? ? No. So."

His voice was frozen like ice. I silently added the question to him in my heart: Why didn't Nanling resist?

We were silent for a long time. In fact, I didn't think about that question at all, nor did I think about the matter between Nan Ling and Qin Yao. At this time, the picture that appeared in my mind seemed to have nothing to do with the current scene—not the look in Nanling’s eyes I saw at the banquet for the second time, nor the expression on his face when he announced to me that his parents had died—I What I think of is the 36 hours without sound and light, and the look of Nan Ling looking at me in the dark.

After so many years, I still can't understand what is hidden in his eyes. Just like I found out now, I have never known Nanling that well.

"Why? I'm so curious...I'm really curious, Nan Ling. Don't treat me like this, Nan Ling." Zuo Xiunian is really a lunatic. I watched him approach the burning building unconsciously like a child following a piper, the hem of his clothes trembling in the wind like moth wings, "You can't just leave me with a bunch of questions and die Drop...God, you really know how to torture me. My heart is going to break."

Strangely, I could hear a choking sound in his voice.

I believe he is not talking to me, but I am not sure if he is talking to Nan Ling. Is Nan Ling dead now? If man has a soul, is he looking at us now?

"I really don't understand." Zuo Xiunian was still talking, his voice gradually became agitated, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was like reciting lines from a drama, "I don't understand...why would I kill Qin Yao? For you , Nan Ling? For the only friend in the world who understands me, for a part of the show, or for my curiosity? Is this anger, is this revenge, is this what I want to see—Nan Ling, Is this what you want to see?"

He stopped abruptly. When he spoke again it was as abrupt as when he stopped.

"I feel sad." Zuo Xiunian's voice returned to calm in an instant, like collapsed ruins, "Is this the sadness that people feel when a friend dies? I have killed Qin Yao, but this feeling But it hasn't decreased, do you know why?"

I was suddenly not afraid of him at that time. Although I know that this may just be to satisfy his endless curiosity, it all started from Nan Ling's return to Nan's house, and ended with Nan Ling's death tonight. But I know that in this moment I feel the same as him.

So I replied to him, "Because even if you take revenge, people will never come back."

I don't know if Zuo Xiunian heard it or not, he just stood there all night looking at the burning mansion. (end of this chapter)