Genius remembers Fengyu Novel Network in one second, providing you with wonderful novel readings. Chapter 80 The hard way of your mind

The drizzling drizzle is like clouds and fog, covering the hills, lakes, and between the sky and the earth where you see it, like the beginning of chaos, full of haze that cannot be dispersed. On the side of National Highway 205, the tall archways and verdant pines and cypresses decorate a place of clouds and mountains, a destination that everyone is destined to be: a cemetery.

After leaving Suhang that night, he lost contact. Shen Lingchen, who drove here, was hesitating outside the cemetery and hesitated for a long time but didn't go in. He knew why Xiaomu came here, but he felt a little embarrassed to speak out.

Yes, it is not his duty, nor his obligation. He is involved in such matters, and is naked in calculating and exploiting it. Just like all informants, when inquiring about information, the police will use any means and find a noble excuse for their occasional disgraceful means.

Shin Lingchen never minded doing this, but this time he was a little hesitant. If he was a suspect with a lot of evidence, he probably wouldn't care. Those scumbags wouldn't blink even if they were sent to hell. If he was an informant who was purely money, he thought he wouldn't care. People with impure motives were not worthy of pity. But Xiaomu was not.

What is it for

This question is like a unsolved case, and Shen Lingchen cannot answer accurately.

Revenge his family in self-destructive ways

This is the answer closest to the truth, which made Shin Lingchen feel a little sad. He was a spoiled child. His father's restrictions and stepmother's pregnancy undoubtedly hit him. His originally withdrawn and unsociable personality may have made him worse.

By the way, there is still persistence. After so many years, I am afraid that the billionaire's husband will soon forget his deceased wife whom he once supported, but this son cannot let go.

When he thought of this, Shen Lingchen was inexplicably moved, his eyes were a little sore, but the soreness that surged up gave him courage, and he finally stepped in.

Following the wet steps, between the stele forest and the pine and cypress, Shen Lingchen searched for a long time before seeing the little wood curled up against a tombstone. It was so wet and rainy, and I really don’t know how long I have been here. Shen Lingchen ran up quickly, and stopped again at a distance of only a few feet away.

Xiaomu was extremely decadent, leaning weakly on the tombstone, with his eyes hanging down with deafening eyes, his sleeves and trousers and legs covered with mud. The old tomb has been completely renewed, with the tomb body clean and the body of the stele clear. In the center of the stele, there is a photo of a woman embedded in it, with a quiet smile, as if he was staring at Shen Lingchen, which made him stunned for a long time and unable to speak.

"Thank you, Political Commissar Shin." Xiaomu said weakly.

Shin Lingchen bowed silently to the tomb body, then slowly squatted down, and put his hands on Xiaomu's forehead. Xiaomu smiled and said, "Don't give me so much care, I will not be able to bear it."

"It's a little hot, it'll get sick." Shen Lingchen said softly.

"I'm used to it, I'll get over it once I'm over it." Xiaomu said, bringing Cang Sang, who is not in line with his age.

At this time, Shin Lingchen saw the other side behind Xiaomu Silk, a wanderer who was far away from his family and from his motherland. He was a lonely person, and most of the time, he left his back to a familiar environment.

"Give up," Shin Lingchen said suddenly.

"What to give up?" Xiaomu asked softly.

"Give up the task and return to your original life. Political Commissar Zhang and I came forward to plead for you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you into this matter." Shen Lingchen said in a panic. The big boy in front of him worried him with sadness.

"Compassion and pity are equivalent to insults to some people. I would rather be scolded." Xiaomu said softly.

Shin Lingchen, who wanted to help him up, he hesitated and his hand retracted, because in his lost eyes, the gaze that was not sure whether it was a determination or a desperate person, made Shin Lingchen feel inexplicably palpitations. So he gave up and stopped persuading him. Instead, he sat on the ground, sat on the wet steps, looking at Xiaomu, and after a long time he could not think of a word that could dispel the haze at this moment.

"Thank you." Xiaomu thanked him again.

"Thank me, I don't know how to do it." Shin Lingchen said. Xiaomu's condition is now in a state, and he may not be suitable for anything. He asked softly: "Today is your mother's death day."

"Yes, so thank you." Xiaomu leaned softly on the monument, a trace of tenderness flashed in her eyes, and she said softly: "Thank you for being with me. Mom is even more lonely than me. She has been here alone for many years. I really want to know what the world she is like is like the place we are in. There are so many bad guys. If she is like ours, she will suffer a loss."

Xiaomu's logic was a bit confusing, but it did not prevent Shin Lingchen from understanding. He could feel how deep Xiaomu had with his mother. At this time, he felt that this slut was not as hateful as he saw. A minor child was thrown abroad by his father. He had been ignored for more than ten years, and no matter what he said, he was a dereliction of duty.

Father's love cannot be just money after all

"You're the only one, you're waiting for someone"

After a long time, Shen Lingchen felt Xiaomu's expectation and asked curiously.

"Yes, I've been waiting for someone who shouldn't have come."

Xiaomu answered with a wry smile.

Then Shen Lingchen was embarrassed. The father and son took the wrong car. I am afraid no one can understand each other. One cares about the old man and the other cares about the new man. He completely broke down on two roads. He thought for a while and said carefully: "My mother, let me be with the change. After all, your mother has been there for more than ten years. Everyone must have their own life. Your father is, and you should be."

"What are your life goals as big as me?" Xiaomu asked.

"Just earn wages to support the family, save money to get married." Shen Lingchen said with a smile.

"If you are in my position, will you still have such a goal? The premise is that a father who spoils you very much will give you a lot of money on time. Really, I really couldn't understand what money was before, just a string of numbers in the card. If nothing happens, I just ask my dad for it and he will give it all to me. I don't love him, but there is no reason to hate him." Xiaomu said, with a sick smile on his face.

This question is too difficult to answer, Shin Lingchen skipped it and smiled.

Of course it was the result. Xiaomu also smiled and said, "Don't think it's a good thing. The ones who pay for it are all the masters. The same is true between father and son. He has money. He can interfere in my life at will, forcing me to go to the mathematics class of Olympiad, forcing me to learn piano, and then forced me to go abroad. I didn't want to leave, so he locked me up and didn't even let me eat. I surrendered. Later, I fell in love with art and liked painting. He said that I was a hooligan who painted naked models. I dared to bring back a foreign girl ghost and didn't give me a penny. I surrendered again. Later, I wanted to apply for a green card to stay abroad and get rid of him forever. He used the same trick again, obstructing me from applying everywhere, forcing me to return to China. In the end, I surrendered."

Shin Lingchen's eyes were complicated. This kind of domineering fatherly love seemed to be not so easy to absorb. He asked carefully: "Last year, the matter of mental hospitals was the same."

"Yes, it was him who was making trouble for him. He thought I was causing trouble for him by my side, so he colluded with a psychiatrist and sent me to a psychiatric hospital." Xiaomu said, at this time, a bright smile appeared on his face: "Who knew that it became my best memory? Haha, I met a lunatic and a policeman, and lived a wonderful and exciting life. Unfortunately, the result was not good. I don't know what medicine my father took again, but he actually came up with a trick to beat me and made me die."

Shen Lingchen knew about what happened next. Lao Mu, who was determined to become a master, set various restrictions on Xiao Mu until he was out of control. He looked at Xiao Mu who was leaning against the tombstone. At this time, his pity for Xiao Mu had suppressed other thoughts. He stretched out his hand and wiped the wet rain on Xiao Mu's head, and said with a smile: "It is said that father's love is like a mountain. In fact, many fathers are bastards, but it is not wrong to lick the love in the end. He is indeed kind-hearted, because in the eyes of the world, you are too out of line."

"Haha." Xiaomu smiled, and smiled tiredly.

Shin Lingchen smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I may have really stimulated you."

"It's okay, in fact, in your eyes, I'm also very out of line." Xiaomu said.

Shen Lingchen nodded. This is a person who breaks the rules and cannot be used to argue with the normal theory. Most such people may not be able to accommodate them.

The complexity of personality is definitely not something that can be created by a simple environment and experience, but also has other profound causes, such as Shin Lingchen glanced at the quiet woman on the tombstone.

"You are trying to understand me," Xiaomu said, and suddenly saw Shin Lingchen's thoughts.

Shin Lingchen smiled and said, "Yes, a senior psychologist, such as you; an experienced policeman, such as me, we should theoretically be of the same view of knowing people. Unfortunately, I seem to be inferior to you."

"That's because you stand in the perspective of justice, not from the perspective of fairness, your uniform has painted a layer of morality for you. You can't understand those people in the dark corners, so you envy me, but I also envy you. You can stand in the sun and do something openly, even if it's not glorious." Xiaomu said.

Shin Lingchen felt a fever on his face, and he comforted Xiaomu and said, "I have already said that I have given up the mission. Fengyu Novel Network."

"Are you sure?" Xiaomu asked back.

"Yes, I'm very sure now that your mental state is no longer suitable for doing anything. Before, I had the intention to use you to achieve your goal, but now, I think I should give up." Shen Lingchen said, with a strong apology for Xiaomu's decadence. After all, it was him who instigated this guy to make up his mind to break the father-son relationship.

Xiaomu stared at him and looked for a long time before commenting: "It seems that this sentence is the truth. Thank you, my mother once said that there are still many good people in the world. I think you should count it."

"I feel ashamed of accepting it." Shin Lingchen said ashamedly.

The two sat in the misty rain, talking in a mess. Time gradually passed, and Xiaomu's expression became more and more embarrassing and depressed, and his words gradually became less and less. Shen Lingchen slowly realized that it seemed that the person he was waiting for had really forgotten, and his first wife who had once supported each other.

"You are waiting for your dad to come." Shen Lingchen took a look at the loophole and asked about this topic.

"I think he shouldn't come. Are each of us like this? One day we will forget the happiness and joy of the past, and one day we will let go of those unforgettable memories. Just like those of you who have faith, will you give up your original intention one day?" Xiaomu asked softly.

"Yes, everyone will always stay in hesitation, confusion, helplessness, and even depravity for a long time. Many people will lose themselves, and this has nothing to do with their profession." Shen Lingchen said.

"Is that I lost or my father lost?" Xiaomu asked.

"I'm all lost. He is busy creating his own new life, while you are ignorant and unable to get out of your old self. Therefore, it can only be a result of one stroke. No one gives each other a chance to understand each other." Shen Lingchen said.

"It seems you are right." Xiaomu's posture was not moving, and his decadent expression seemed to have been written into despair. He murmured: "It seems you are lost too."

Shen Lingchen smiled, then his smile calmed down and looked at Xiaomu in a daze.

"I guessed it right." Xiaomu said lightly, without any joy.

"I guessed it right. I'm working hard to get out like you." Shin Lingchen said expressionlessly.

The two stared at each other, as if thinking about each other. At this time, the quiet cemetery, the drizzle had washed the world cleanly, no longer carrying any slags, and even the two of them had such pure eyes. Xiaomu saw it, in the other party's eyes, it was no longer a pity, but more pity.

"I should correct my opinion. The personal causes of your police are very complicated. Although you have bad intentions, strictly speaking, you are still a good person. You are pitying me again." Xiaomu smiled, and his smile smelled a little sad.

"It's a pity that I don't know how to help you." Shin Lingchen said, looking at his watch, it had been several hours and there was still no one. He asked softly: "Do you listen to me?"

"If you don't listen, I feel most disgusted with others interfering with what I want to do." Xiaomu didn't appreciate it at all.

"I am a policeman. Sometimes I don't think about how others feel when doing things." Shin Lingchen got up slowly. He squatted, touched Xiaomu's forehead, and then touched his clothes. The inside and outside were already wet. When he saw the dry soil under him, Shin Lingchen said strangely: "Ah, when did you come? Is it here because it didn't rain last night?"

"Don't worry about me, let me be quiet." Xiaomu struggled with Shen Lingchen's hand weakly.

"Silly child, if my mother can see it, can you feel at ease? I will be obedient to you, otherwise I will beat you up." Shin Lingchen said, pulling Xiaomu up, sitting for a long time, his limbs are stiff, and he is still struggling, yelling weakly, asking Shin Lingchen to ignore him, Shin Lingchen will no longer be polite, hold his arm, carry him, step by step, and carefully descend the steps.

"Mu, don't blame me. I'm not a fucking human. I didn't expect that this is the case for you."

"My, listen to me, go to the hospital first and then I will take you to your father. If he doesn't care, I will slap them with big mouths. Don't worry, I will send you home safely. I'm sorry, I just found out today that I'm a bastard. I lied to you and your father to break up and become an informant. I feel complacent about this, and I feel that I have seen your psychological weakness."

"That's not a weakness, that's your bright spot. In fact, you value family affection more than anything else. I know you can't accept that your father and another woman will reorganize a family. If you put you aside, you will always be the closest person and are most hurt. If you really have a little bit of a problem, I believe that the saddest one should be the father."

At this time, Shen Lingchen felt Xiaomu twitching behind him, as if excited, as if sad, as if the accumulated feelings were vented. Then he sobbed, Xiaomu murmured: "But he hasn't come, he hasn't come, he hasn't come, for many years. Mom is alone here, he hasn't seen him, as if he has thrown me abroad, he doesn't even look at him."

As he sobbed, his eyes fell down his cheeks and fell into Shin Lingchen's neck. A warm feeling soon turned into coldness.

Shin Lingchen shook his head, sighed, and walked down the cemetery step by step with Xiaomu on his back, letting him cry on his back, crying like a child, and he couldn't stop crying all the way.

The car went straight back to the hospital. Along the way, Xiaomu, who was sitting in the car, lay on the car window expectantly, as if he was still looking for a familiar license plate. No, he never noticed it. When he arrived at the hospital gate, Shen Lingchen's nervousness and panic were beyond words. He walked into the clinic with Xiaomu on his back, pulled out the phone while walking, asking Guan Yiqing and Guo Wei to come.

Fortunately, the problem was not big. After the wind and cold, the doctor mechanically prescribed a large order of medicine. Shen Lingchen helped Xiaomu out of the clinic and sat on the chair. He told him seriously: "Don't cry anymore, keep it safe. We will do nothing. I'll grab the medicine and find a place to stay. Tomorrow, I'll take Political Commissar Zhang and go to your house to obediently and wait for me."

Xiaomu wiped his face and nodded. Shin Lingchen stroked his face speechlessly, smiled, and rushed to the place where he took the medicine. The mud marks on his legs, the wet marks on his body, and the embarrassing figure, all of them were so funny. Xiaomu slowly stood up. He looked at Shin Lingchen who was queuing up in the crowd, but turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

Shen Lingchen, who was excited to come back with the medicine, was stunned. The place where Xiaomu sat was empty, with only wet traces and mud under his feet.

He was searching everywhere, but soon, when Guan Yiqing and Guo Wei came, the three of them searched back and forth in the hospital, but no one was found again

At night, a huge yard in Donghua Road, Suhang City, Donghua Road, Dongyuan area, with a large sign hanging on the door building with steel welded steel bars: Condor Logistics.

The yard is brightly lit, and this special business is unloading goods during the day and delivering goods at night. Several big trucks that are ready to go rumbling, making Xiaomu who has just entered the door so hard that it is impossible to see clearly.

"Hey, who are you blocking the door?" The two commanders rushed up. Seeing Xiaomu's embarrassing look, they wondered. The other asked curiously: "It's not a beggar, it's not right at all."

"I'll look for Mao Shiping." Xiaomu said, and the two of them were stunned again. Before they could speak, Xiaomu said, "He invited me to come, don't be humble."

Wow, so arrogant, the two powerful men of Kong Wu were shocked, and then one of them ran back, and after a while he shouted to the side: "Call him over."

It seemed that it was the person Mao Shiping was looking for. The big man took Xiaomu straight into the building. The iron door was locked inside, and it was a situation again. It was brightly lit. Those who received the money to go on the road, those who checked the orders were filled with the smell of smoke, sweat and noisy voices of disputes. After walking by, Xiaomu took a quiet look and followed into the room marked with the manager's room expressionlessly.
To be continued...