Chapter 250

Although this number has been with Liao Zhenbo for a long time, he can't remember exactly how long.

Oh, since he started using his mobile phone, he has been using this number. It's not because he is single-minded. Apart from Fu Xiaoqian, there is nothing in the world that deserves his special treatment. So what's the reason?

because he's lazy.

Yes, lazy

he is lazy to tell others his new number, and he is lazy to contact the people around him one by one with his new number. Therefore, even if the number is ordinary, he is not like those big bosses. With the upgrading of his status, the grade of his telephone number is constantly upgrading.

For example, 1 is followed by countless 8.

It's very good to remember, and it's really up-to-date. Liao Zhenbo doesn't pursue that kind of fashion. He doesn't think it's necessary. He felt that what level a person was in was not packaged with external things, and there was no need to advertise it.

But from a person's heart, is a kind of natural self-restraint, it is to judge a person standing on what level of the most important standard.

Liao Zhenbo never used the amount of money to judge a person's wealth and poverty. As he said, it's just one of the most trivial criteria in a lot of labels. A person, only the spirit is rich, then his soul can be enriched. A person who has a really full soul can be called a person.

In the past, he can only be regarded as a wandering soul. It was not until the appearance of Fu Xiaoqian, who filled in the missing part of his soul, that he felt like a person and began to have seven emotions and six desires.

In the past, he could not experience such seven emotions and six desires.

So the past has become the reality that he wants to escape. Even after experiencing the pain of losing her son, Fu Xiaoqian said she hoped that he would not go to his mother, so he really would not go. Because his mother represents the past that he does not want to recall, and Fu Xiaoqian represents the present and future that he wants to welcome.

This phone call is inexplicable. It's a number that Liao Zhenbo has never seen. He could have ignored it or put him on the blacklist. But at this moment, he didn't know why. Maybe he was in a trance. He pressed the connect button.

Now that you are connected, let's listen to who is calling.

With that in mind, he put his cell phone to his ear.

There was a connection, and he was very clear, because he could even hear the other person's shortness of breath. Is he short of breath? Not really. Maybe his own breathing is short of breath, so he listens to each other's breathing.

For a long time, the other side did not speak. He was in a bad mood. When he took off the phone and wanted to hang up, the other party finally made a sound, which was a little far away. He didn't really hear it, but the sound was "Lei." But it was like a flash of lightning, splitting down without any precaution.

It was so sudden that he was set in the same place as if he had been punctured.

No, it's impossible. Hallucinations.

It must be that he just thought about other things so much that his ears became bad.

He moved the mobile phone to his eyes and stroked the hang up button with his fingers hesitantly. His hands were really beautiful, slender and pure with the unique beauty of men's power. But at the moment when he stroked the hang up button, the power was buried in his body, and he could not use his strength.

"Lei, I know you're listening." The voice is too real, all his self deception, all disillusioned in an instant.

"I know you don't want to get my call." Voice from the other end of the electromagnetic wave, so clear and so fuzzy, with the years of menstruation precipitation of quiet good, but also with emotional and become dumb shiver, there is a kind of choking after missing.

"Sorry, you have the wrong number." Liao Zhenbo puts his mobile phone close to his face again, but the other hand hanging on his side is clenched into a fist in an instant. In the quiet space, he makes a terrible click. He could even feel the boiling blood coming from his forehead and the throbbing sound of looking for an outlet.

As if the old man didn't hear his refusal, he continued, "you are still as calm as before, calm and frightening, cold and inaccessible."

The old man seemed unable to speak any more. He paused for a moment and cleared his voice. "It's clear that they are two brothers from the same womb. Why are the differences in character so different? Sometimes even I doubt that you are born of Ye Shuzhen."

"What do you mean, say it again?" This time, Liao Zhenbo really didn't understand, so he asked the other party to speak more clearly.

What is a brother born from the womb, what is Ye Shuzhen's birth, what is doubt

How can it be so cold this autumn? Even the wind blows on people with a piercing cold. The boiling blood was frozen in his body by the wanton cold wind, so his body began to become stiff. One kind of cold is called cold from the inside out. It's really too cold. It's like God played a joke on him.

No, the man was right. He was born cold and couldn't afford to joke like this. "You know, what I can't bear most is joking. You know the consequences of joking with me." The sound is like half of the bottom of hell, even the surrounding air is instantly condensed, and even the flower has lost its original color.He thought that Fu Xiaoqian was right. No matter how rare the flowers were, how could they be equal to those wild flowers. He coldly moved the corners of his lips, these flowers are just raised in the greenhouse, can not stand the wind and rain of the weak.

He raised his foot, and then, a large area in his eyes is just a weak person's charming flowers, fell one after another. Even if the bleak autumn wind runs by, trying to help them keep the beauty of this life is in vain, like another unknown mourning.

"I won't make fun of you with such things. If you don't believe it, please give me some time to prove it to you." Instead of being intimidated by him, the old man threw out a bait on the phone.

Liao Zhenbo saw through the bait, so the cold smile began to expand again. However, how big it was, it still couldn't reach the bottom of his eyes. "I'm sorry, why didn't you show such love to his mother at that time? So in front of me, I'd better put away your hypocritical and evil face. I'm not Ms. Ye, I don't feel that much for you. Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid and I'm so easy to be fooled when I play with a flower gun in front of me "

" you're just a weak person in life. Do you have the ability to protect your son? "Liao Zhenbo really hates him for pretending that the world has disappeared for so many years for his own sake, which makes his heart ache for so many years.

The word "pain" scared Liao Zhenbo.

He thinks that he is ridiculous at this time. Is such a person worthy of wasting such feelings? Is he worthy of Liao Zhenbo's intentions?

except for Fu Xiaoqian, no one else is worthy of such emotional efforts.

There will be no more, not in the past, not now, not in the future.

Yes, even this man, who used to be called Father in his first 25 years, will never arouse any emotion in him. Even if it's pain, he doesn't deserve it. He wants to live better than anyone else.

"Love, right" after his indignant ridicule, the voice of the old man who had been eroded by the years sounded again. This time, different from just now, it seems that there are more other feelings. Through the microphone, Liao Zhenbo can also feel the way the man's teeth are clenched when he is talking. One by one, words are popping out of his teeth.

How to describe it

Oh, bite your teeth.

Yes, it's just gnashing your teeth.

"You know, her love is too fierce, I really can't bear it. I've been oppressed by her love for more than 20 years, and I'm not as good as death, you know?" from the intermittent and incoherent words, we can hear that when the old man said these words, he wanted to try his best to hide his emotions, but at the bottom of his heart, it was like an active volcano buried, brewing eruption Even if he tried his best, the surging still touched the old man's vocal cords.

As a result, the voice through the vocal cords, but also with the surge, become slightly suppressed tremor.

"I really regret the beginning. Why did fate arrange me to meet Ye Shuzhen?" the old man felt that his words were improper. He thought that he didn't consider Liao Zhenbo's feelings, so he stopped and apologized. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry to use this word in front of you."

Liao Zhenbo's apology seemed unheard of, but the word devil resonated with him.

Demons, who can kill their own grandchildren, can't be demons.

Oh, wrong.

Not by hand, indirectly by hand.

The word indirectness is shown repeatedly in Liao Zhenbo's mind. It is like a heavy truck running over his chest repeatedly. The pain makes him almost lose his breath and numbness makes him lose consciousness.

Yes, indirect is more outrageous than direct. She treats her son so deliberately that she has used the word "devil" incisively and vividly in front of her mother.

Such a mother is more than terrible, such a woman is more than devil.

Although at this time, Liao Zhenbo agreed with the old man on the other end of the phone, it does not mean that he has let go of his bad feelings towards the old man; it does not mean that he agrees with him.

How much of his mother's destruction did not include him. Otherwise, ye Shuzhen would not have done so.