He stood in front of a mirror that was stuck together with tape in a broken corner.
Jin Jiu, who didn't have much emotion on his face…Zhao Junxiong put on the school uniform of No. 12 Middle School that had been washed until it was white and had faded.
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Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhao Junxiong felt as if a lifetime had passed.
More than a week ago, he was just a wild dog struggling in the mud. He used his teeth, claws, and his life to carefully protect the peaceful time with his grandfather.
But now…
Jiang Nanchun, who had been shot between his eyebrows, flashed past his eyes. It was Chen Jianwen, who had stabbed himself in the chest in the chaos. It was the fight in the abandoned building last night…
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In the past, every day and night, as he listened to his grandfather's increasingly violent coughs, his heart was filled with fear and helplessness!
He knew that his grandfather was trying his best to endure the pain in his body and save up all his money. He wanted to save it for his studies and college…
Zhao Junxiong was terrified. He was afraid that his grandfather, whom he relied on for survival, would leave him one day.
In the endless darkness, he reached out his hand crazily, wanting to grab something, wanting to control his own fate…
He had prayed!
He was even willing to sell his soul to the devil!
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"Phew!"
"Phew!"
"Phew!"
He was immersed in the gray memories that felt like he was drowning. He clenched his fists tightly and panted heavily.
He gradually collected his thoughts, and his clear eyes revealed a 'deep' gratitude towards the Exalt!
Instead of watching his 'grandfather' grow old step by step, enduring his illness until he died, he would rather watch his 'grandfather' grow old. Instead of living a numb life like a marionette…
Zhao Junxiong was more willing to fall into the darkness…At least, he was no longer powerless and had the power to resist fate!
Perhaps, deep down in his bones, he was a wild beast that suppressed his madness…
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She was wearing her school uniform and had changed into her only pair of sports shoes.
Zhao Junxiong was about to leave when his gaze swept across the shabby house. He seemed to have thought of something and walked in again. He picked up his bag in front of the small table.
Pushing open the door, he took a few steps out and turned around to take a deep look at the shack that he and his grandfather had lived in for more than ten years.
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"Zhao Junxiong?"
"Zhao Junxiong!"
Passing by an old neighborhood that was about to be demolished not far from the shack, a girl with pigtails, clean clothes, and pure looks recognized Zhao Junxiong. Her crisp voice, like that of an oriole, sounded from afar.
The girl jogged over. When she peeked around the corner, she saw an empty path.
In a shadowy corner.
Zhao Junxiong looked at the girl's back and pursed his lips…This girl was called Nie Xiaoyu, his classmate. They didn't have much interaction at first, but once, after school, Nie Xiaoyu was pestered by the hooligans nearby, and he pulled out a stick. Nie Xiaoyu was also the only one in the class who had seen the other side of this unremarkable student.
Ever since then, Nie Xiaoyu would always bring Zhao Junxiong a lot of food and necessities…
To some extent, this ordinary girl was the only light in Zhao Junxiong's world.
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In the past, he and Nie Xiaoyu were existences from two different worlds.
Now, he and Nie Xiaoyu were parallel lines in two different worlds!
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Zhao Junxiong got on the bus and subconsciously sat at the back of the bus so that he could see the entire bus.
It was close to noon, so there were not many passengers in the carriage.
The car shook. Zhao Junxiong leaned his head against the glass. He reached out to touch his abdomen. Behind the bandages, he felt a faint pain and blood seeping out.
However, in order not to let his grandfather find out, he wrapped a few more layers of bandages.
It was quite far, so they took another bus.
They stopped in front of a middle-class nursing home, Yichuan nursing home.
Zhao Junxiong felt a little nervous and guilty for some reason…The ruthless man who killed the third in command of the Chen family and the fourth in command of the Qing Gang without even blinking became nervous and uneasy!
His grandfather's greatest wish for him was to study and go to university…
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He bought the most expensive fruit, but tore off the delicate packaging and labels of the fruit and put them into cheap red plastic bags.
He took a deep breath.
Zhao Junxiong walked into the sanatorium.
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"Ah Jun, you're here. Let grandpa take a good look!”
"Grandpa has recovered. There's no need to spend this money. Let's go back…"
Grandpa Zhao Dashan looked much better than before he was admitted to the hospital. He was in high spirits, and he was in good spirits. When he saw his grandson, he said repeatedly,"
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Zhao Junxiong supported his grandfather as they walked in the garden of the sanatorium.
"Jun 'er, have you been doing well in your studies recently?”
"Everything is fine."
he replied.
"That's good, that's good…Jun 'er, I have to go back. If I don't go back, my land will be occupied by others. What do you drink?"
"In the future, you'll need money in many ways…You'll need tuition fees for university and a lot of living expenses. I'm thinking that I'll definitely save more for you every month so that your classmates won't look down on you!”
"You still want to have a friend after you go to university…"
" Jun 'er, let me tell you, when it comes to making friends, you don't have to be good-looking. You have to be down-to-earth and know how to live your life…"
"Grandpa is useless. I can't help you much…"
Grandpa Zhao Dashan nagged.
The old man imagined his grandson growing up, starting a family, having children, and living an ordinary but stable life. He would no longer have to live a vagrant life like the two of them.
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Zhao Junxiong listened attentively, his eyes red.
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ps：
Even if it was a supporting role, the author wanted to make it more vivid.
To be honest, this kind of writing style was not popular in Feilu. The author felt guilty and did not have much confidence in writing it.
Old readers all knew that Fei Lu pursued extreme pleasure…but the author still wanted to give it a try!
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Thank you for your support!
He cupped his fists!
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