No one can do it
Which ones did he like, and which ones were imposed on him by others?
Chen Heng never thought about this question.
In his eyes, interests can be explored, hobbies can be cultivated, everything in the past is fake, and he can and must choose to start again.
Only by digging out the rotten and stagnant flesh and bones of the past can he have a moment's respite.
Jiang Qing sat on the edge of the flower bed, swinging her legs. "Do you know what a hobby is?"
She didn't need anyone to answer, "The first time I touched a camera and took a picture, it felt magical."
The girl's words had a certain magic that made people unconsciously follow her imagination.
“The world is reflected in the frame, condensed into a similar yet unfamiliar scene, where you can create, change, and give full play to your imagination.”
"I felt like I had touched the whole world when I touched it," she said, turning her head. "That day, I took photos that filled up a whole memory card. When I returned the camera to someone, I decided that I must buy a camera of my own, and then buy lots and lots of memory cards. I'd never be able to fill up the memory cards."
“This is it,” the girl said, standing at the edge of the flower bed, stretching out her hands. “That day, I knew my life would be tied to the camera.”
"Chen Heng," Jiang Qing asked, "Have you ever felt this way?"
Yes, Chen Heng answered in his heart.
When he first saw the medical journal, when he flipped through the pages and read the pictures, when he could understand the text, when he came to his senses, he realized it was already evening, when he...
Many times later, when he carved out hearts uncontrollably, he kept telling himself not to think too much, it was nothing.
After talking so much, it seems like it’s really nothing.
Until this moment, a girl told him from her own experience that it was a hobby that he could never get rid of. It was rooted in his blood, endless and continuous.
Many years later, Chen Heng still remembered that day: the starry sky was beautiful, the moon was beautiful, and the girl under the moonlight was also beautiful.
Finally, the girl said, "Chen Heng, your 'heng' is not just the 'heng' of measurement, it can also be the 'heng' of balance, the 'heng' of counterbalancing, the 'heng' of gold, it can be many, many 'heng's."
Jiang Qing took brisk steps and trotted to Lin Nanyan.
Lin Nanyan glanced at the boy who was standing there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, and asked, "Have you persuaded him?"
Jiang Qing glanced at him: "How do you know what I said to him? What if I wasn't trying to persuade him?"
"Well, it seems that I am trying to persuade him." Lin Nanyan said affirmatively.
Jiang Qing: ...
She fell for it again.
Lin Nanyan: "Let's go."
The girl skipped forward on the grids on the floor. Lin Nanyan followed behind her, watching the girl's pace getting slower and slower.
Jiang Qing walked forward quietly, no longer having the energy and spirit she had before.
Lin Nanyan followed the girl silently, like a shadow, but feeling safer than a shadow.
The footsteps of the two people were rhythmic, and Jiang Qing could feel the presence of someone behind her.
She suddenly stopped and Lin Nanyan walked to her side.
Jiang Qing forced a smile and took another step. This time, they walked side by side.
"Actually," she said, "I've thought about whether returning the money to Li Qingyun would solve the problem."
"Li Qingyun won't come looking for Jiang Qing again, and nothing will happen to Jiang Qing."
"I've thought about it," she said, looking up. "I've thought about memorizing a string of lottery numbers that no one has ever won, and then claiming the prize."
She was silent for a moment when she said this.
Things were completely different from what she thought. After Jiang Qing had this idea, she went to check the operating mechanism of the lottery.
What is the lottery? Winning the lottery depends on luck, an illusory kind of luck.
Its results are extremely dependent on various conditions at the moment of the lottery, such as atmospheric noise, electric current, microsecond timestamps of user mouse movements, complex algorithms, etc.
If she bought a string of numbers, this string of numbers would be a variable, which is equivalent to throwing a depth bomb into the calm lake surface that has been fixed in the past, and the winning result would become another kind of randomness.
She thought about it and thought that the only way was to know which person, where, and which set of numbers would win the prize. She had to buy the winning numbers from that person after that person bought them and before the prize was drawn.
It can't be early, and it can't be late.
If she does it earlier, variables will be introduced, and if she does it later, the prize will be announced. Only by doing it neither too early nor too late, and by keeping the prerequisites unchanged as much as possible, will she have that tiny chance of winning the jackpot.
The only problem is that the winner has done something wrong and she has disqualified him from winning.
"I can't do it," she said.
Lin Nanyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, "Well, you don't have to do it, no one can do it."
"Li Qingyun asked me why? Actually, I'm asking myself why too." Jiang Qing's heart was heavy. "Why did I make such a decision on my own and convict him without authorization? He clearly hasn't done anything yet."
"Tell me," she raised her head uneasily, "is this considered bullying?"
Lin Nanyan had thought that Jiang Qing would be harsh on him, but he had never thought that she would escalate the situation to such a serious level.
He denied it categorically, "No."
"Jiang Jiang, that's not the case," he held Jiang Qing's shoulders and looked into her eyes. "He admitted that he was the murderer himself. We are just taking precautions."
Jiang Qing was stunned. "Really?"
Lin Nanyan replied firmly, "Yes, Jiang Jiang, you did a great job. No one can do better than you."
Big eyeballs fell from Jiang Qing's eye sockets like rain.
Too many things came one after another, weighing on her mind. She sometimes doubted whether what she was doing was right, whether she could do it, and whether she really had the right to interfere in other people's lives like this?
It's so difficult to change once a line has been established.
Will things get better or worse?
Will the sun rise tomorrow?
Will all this be a dream when I wake up?
But the problem was not resolved, so she could only force herself not to think about it, to move forward and not look back.
She could only think about the problem from the perspective of Senior Jiang Qing.
All the way to now, it was quiet and deserted, but Li Qingyun's questions still echoed in her mind from time to time.
Why? Yes, why?
Why does she have the right?
It's like I'm stuck in a dead end and can't get out.
Li Qingyun asked: "Why do you want to convict me in advance?"
Lin Nanyan: "That's not in advance."
Li Qingyun asked, "Why should I be deceived and suffer just based on a baseless guess?"
Lin Nanyan: "It's not an unfounded guess."
"Jiang Jiang, he admitted it himself. No matter what the truth is, it's all connected to him. Let's just stop thinking about it, okay?"
The boy's voice was incredibly soft. Jiang Qing looked at him blankly and nodded.
When he entered the community and passed the second floor, Lin Nanyan's eyes froze slightly, but he quickly came back to his senses.
After sending Jiang Qing into the room, he touched the girl's head.
"Jiang Jiang, you are very tired, take a nap."
"Everything will be fine after you get some sleep."
Jiang Qing nodded. Yes, she was very tired and wanted to have a good sleep.
Jiang Shanhai looked at his daughter, who seemed to have lost her soul. He watched her enter the room and covered her with a blanket. Then he whispered to Lin Nanyan, "What happened to Jiang Jiang?"
Lin Nanyan put Jiang Qing's schoolbag down and said, "It's okay, Uncle Jiang. Jiang Jiang studied for a long time today and she's very tired."
"I'm tired. I've been studying so late, I must be sleepy," Jiang Shanhai muttered. "Xiaonan, you should also wash up and go to bed. Otherwise, you can stay at our house for a night."
"No, Uncle Jiang," Lin Nanyan changed into his own shoes, "It's very close downstairs."
"Okay, I won't see you off. Be careful and go to bed early."
"Okay." Lin Nanyan agreed with a smile. After he walked out the door, he slowly put away his smile.
On the second floor, he paused, then inserted the key, turned it and opened it.
Lin Nanyan lowered his head to change his shoes and moved forward vaguely in the darkness.
"Why, you don't recognize your father?"
As I passed by the sofa, a male voice suddenly rang out.
Lin Nanyan was not surprised at all and did not pause for a moment.
With two "clicks", the lights in the living room were turned on. The sudden bright light stimulated Lin Nan so much that he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.
After taking a moment to adjust to the environment, he looked in the direction of the sound.
On the coffee table, there were several empty beer bottles lying around, leftover food grease piled up together, and orange peels scattered all over the floor.
Lin Nanyan couldn't help but frown.
When Lin Chongshan saw this, his tense nerves were stimulated. He became furious and rushed over to hit him.
The slapping hand created a gust of wind that whistled past.
Lin Nanyan could feel the fierce wind coming at him. He tilted his head slightly and firmly grasped Lin Chongshan's wrist with one hand.
Lin Chongshan pulled twice, but found that he couldn't pull it out, and the veins on his neck jumped.
"How dare you fight back!?"
Lin Nanyan stared at him with his dark eyes, with a creepy silence.
He shook off Lin Zhongshan's hand, and when the man raised his hand to slap him again, he asked, "How has the company been lately?"
Lin Chongshan's face twisted instantly. Having said that, what else was there for him to not understand?
"It's you, you little bastard!"
"Tell me, what do you want?"
He pushed the chair beside him over and stared at Lin Nanyan fiercely, "You just can't stand seeing me doing well."
"I provided you with food and clothing, and yet I betrayed a sinner!"
"Speak up! What did you do? What are you doing?"
"Are you fucking sick?"
Lin Nanyan watched him go crazy with cold eyes.
Lin Zhongshan was instantly enraged by the look in his eyes that looked at him as a madman. He turned and left, "Okay, I can't control you anymore. I'll ask your good Uncle Jiang to take care of you."
"Go," Lin Nanyan said coldly, "and see what will happen to your company if you go."
Lin Chongshan stopped and turned around with a face as gloomy as if he wanted to eat someone. He looked at Lin Nanyan not as if he was looking at his son, but as if he was looking at an enemy.
As he looked at it, he suddenly smiled, as if he was looking at something new.
"Oh, so I, Lin Chongshan, raised a son for someone else for nothing. Great," he said, raising his voice. "That's really great!"
He walked back, put one hand tightly on Lin Nanyan's shoulder, head against head, and pressed the other hand firmly on the back of the boy's head.
The two were so close that they could hear each other's breathing, and their similar eyes met at this moment.
"As expected of my son, Lin Chongshan, you're already calculating at such a young age."
"Good son, tell me," he said softly, "what did you say to that bitch of your mother?"
He slapped Lin Nanyan's head again and again, each time harder than the last.
"Tell me, what do you two plan together?"
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word, "What are you going to do behind my back?"
"Speak!"
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