Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Fang Shimian saw someone walking towards this side...
When Fang Shimian saw the Zhao family driver walking towards them, he took Zhao Shun's hand and took a step back to create some distance, then gave Huo Jun an apologetic look.
"Mr. Huo is busy with official business, so I won't disturb you." After saying that, he led Zhao Shun away.
Looking at Fang Shimian's disappearing back, Huo Jun chuckled indifferently.
The temperature in Hai City has dropped sharply recently. Even though the weather was good today, Fang Shimian didn't let Zhao Shun play outside for too long. The two of them took a walk along the Riverside Garden and then went back.
Zhao Shun was reluctant to get in the car, so Fang Shimian took a box of yogurt from the pile of snacks, put a straw in it, and handed it to Zhao Shun, "Brother Shun, can we go back and play games?"
Zhao Shun took the yogurt, got into the car, and kissed Fang Shimian on the face again.
When the two returned to Zhao's house, the two old people were taking a lunch break. Fang Shimian did not disturb them and took Zhao Shun to the living room downstairs to play games.
The game console was connected to the TV screen. Fang Shimian handed the blue handle to Zhao Shun and took the red one for himself. There was only a very simple level-breaking game in the game console, which could be played by one or more players.
Zhao Shun carefully stroked the handle and pressed the buttons in an official manner.
However, his characters didn't even get out of the passage, but just walked up and down the obstacles repeatedly and meaninglessly.
Fang Shimian led him through several levels in a row. His shoulders suddenly sank, and Fang Shimian carefully took out the handle from Zhao Shun's hand.
The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and the two of them were sleeping on the soft sofa. Zhao Shun was relatively large in stature, like a brown bear protecting its cubs, and he hugged Fang Shimian tightly, leaving only the top of his black hair exposed.
Maybe because he was on night shift, Fang Shimian slept very deeply. When he woke up, the sunlight had dimmed. He moved Zhao Shun's hand away a little, rubbed his eyes, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face.
He turned on his cell phone. It was already past four in the afternoon, and Zhao Shun was still sleeping. He looked sweet in his sleep with the corners of his mouth slightly curved. I don't know what kind of beautiful dream he was in.
Zhao Shun was his teacher’s first child, and it was not easy for him to come into being.
At the beginning, Fang Shimian was forced by his parents to study at his teacher's home because he could not keep up with the academic progress. The first time he saw Zhao Shun, it was Grandma Zhao who was feeding Zhao Shun. Zhao Shun was not paying attention when eating, so Grandma Zhao pointed to the pigeons flying in the sky and the puppies running downstairs and showed them to Zhao Shun, taking care of Zhao Shun with a patience and love that Fang Shimian had never seen before.
At that time, Fang Shimian didn't like to talk, and Zhao Shun happened to be quiet too. Zhao Shun liked to be with Fang Shimian, while Fang Shimian interacted with Zhao Shun with an attitude of observation and trial.
The young Fang Shimian only wanted to understand one thing, how to get as much love as Zhao Shun.
It was not until he had spent a long time at the teacher's house that Fang Shimian began to realize something. Finally, he understood from the crying Zhao You how special Zhao Shun was. Congenital heart disease and intellectual disability meant that Zhao Shun would not be able to explore the world with thinking in the future, and he would only have the most basic self-care ability.
When he was young, he almost died due to the negligence of the nanny. His grandparents, who were living far away in retirement, came to take care of him in person. Everyone felt guilty about this child.
Born with a defect, I receive double the care and patience.
Fang Shimian found the answer, but he was still confused.
It was already past five o'clock when he left the teacher's house. Fang Shimian was holding the food that Grandma Zhao had packed for him when he received a call from Zhu Ze.
"Xiao Mian, the driver said he didn't pick you up."
Fang Shimian hung the vegetables on the electric donkey and said, "I have something to do today..."
"Where are you now?"
Fang Shimian pinched the windshield on the electric donkey and finally compromised, "Can you ask the driver to wait for me for another half an hour?"
"Okay, but please do it as soon as possible. My brother is still waiting for you."
Zhu Ze hung up the phone.
When Fang Shimian arrived at Yunjin, he saw the driver leaning against the car door smoking.
He first put the food he brought back from Zhao's house in the locker near the gate. When he walked out, the driver was already waiting at the back door.
On the way, the driver suddenly said, "Mr. Zhu likes people who are punctual. Mr. Fang, if you need to change the time next time, remember to tell Mr. Zhu in advance."
Fang Shimian raised his eyes, glanced at the driver through the rearview mirror, and did not respond.
When we arrived, we found a private club in Hai City that was famous for its luxury, and the streets were lined with top-of-the-line luxury cars.
Fang Shimian knew without even looking that this was definitely not just a simple meal. He felt an unprecedented annoyance in his heart and walked to the side, but he almost bumped into the receptionist who was walking towards him.
Just when Fang Shimian was ready to apologize, someone suddenly held his shoulders. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Fang Shimian felt like someone was pulling him back, causing him to fall back into a warm embrace before he could even stand firmly.
The light fragrance mixed with the smell of tobacco was not pungent. Fang Shimian subconsciously sniffed it again and felt that the smell of tobacco was somewhat familiar, unlike the smell he usually smelled on Xu Long.
However, the faint fragrance was a bit distracting to him, so he couldn't identify it accurately.
"Does it smell good?" There was a hint of smile in the voice, and Fang Shimian could even feel the slight vibration of the man's chest when he spoke.
Fang Shimian took a quick step back like a frightened animal, then turned around and looked at the calm man warily.
The uniformed reception staff looked left and right, obviously they had never encountered such a situation before, and did not dare to speak rashly until they could determine whether the two guests were hostile to each other.
Huo Zhongshan was followed by several black-clad bodyguards. He lowered his eyes and slowly adjusted his cuffs. His fierce aura seemed to be restrained. He looked at Fang Shimian with a very light smile, "Shouldn't you thank me?"
The manager who was walking towards them stopped about ten meters away from the two of them, and several guides retreated to a position further behind.
Fang Shimian came to his senses belatedly at this moment and lowered his head, "Thank you, Mr. Huo."
It seems like this is not the only time I should thank you.
Huo Zhongshan's gaze stayed on the boy's red ears hidden in his thick black hair.
It was not until Huo Zhongshan left that Fang Shimian's muscles and bones slowly relaxed, and the air around him became lighter and cooler.
Unfortunately, before Fang Shimian could completely relax, a figure that he really didn't want to see appeared in his peripheral vision.
"Xiao Mian." Zhu Ze seemed to be in a bad mood. "Isn't your phone on silent again?"
Fang Shimian hid his annoyance with a smile, "Maybe because it's working hours now, I forgot."
Zhu Ze's expression paused slightly, as if he had no idea what to do with Fang Shimian. He pinched Fang Shimian's face gently and said, "Let's go, Xiaomian. You know all these people this time. They haven't seen you for a long time and they really want to see you."
After hearing these words, Fang Shimian immediately stopped, with resistance written all over his face.
He knew who Zhu Ze was talking about.
Zhu Ze understood Fang Shimian's thoughts. He looked at Fang Shimian and hugged him. "Just this once, I promise I won't let them see you again."
Fang Shimian looked at the people coming and going around him, gently pushed Zhu Ze away, and felt a desolate and dead silence in his heart.
"Just this once." Fang Shimian heard that his own voice was very calm. Zhu Ze seemed to be saying something, but he couldn't hear it and didn't want to listen.
Helplessness and fear mixed with blood and tears went down my throat.
Why didn't you resist? Why didn't you just turn around and leave?
Why can't I look Zhu Ze in the eye and say, can you please not let me do something I don't like, can you please not force me?
I have been careful enough and I have already started to be happy.
Fang Shimian, like a lifeless puppet, followed Zhu Ze into a semi-enclosed room, where several young men sat. They looked to be in their twenties and had decent looks, but their youth could not hide the smugness in their eyes despite their pretended humility.
Seeing Zhu Ze bringing Fang Shimian in, several people stood up and looked at Fang Shimian with surprise and curiosity.
"Brother Zhu is really amazing. He actually found Shi Mian." After saying that, he excitedly came over to pull Fang Shi Mian's hand, "Come here and show the brothers. Our little Mian is getting more and more handsome."
"I thought I was the first one to move out of the compound and the one who was most distant from the brothers, but it turned out that it was our Xiao Mian who deleted all of us without saying a word and was doing great things quietly."
There was laughter all around. It had indeed been a long time since everyone had been together, and Shi Mian had no ill will towards the other party.
However, Fang Shimian looked at the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar faces around him. Those memories of the compound that they talked about and those interesting childhood stories all became sharp blades that pierced his chest and bones, telling him with bloody facts that memory cannot be tampered with, and those memories that frightened him were not nightmares, but reality.
Fang Shimian drank a lot of wine because the brothers said he needed to apologize for making them sad. Zhu Ze tried to stop him several times, but couldn't stop Fang Shimian from drinking.
In a daze, Fang Shimian climbed onto the sofa by himself and someone covered him with a piece of clothing.
Some people said, "He is drunk, let him sleep."
"Hahaha, Xiao Mian is still a child."
Everyone in the room spoke freely. Someone asked Zhu Ze, "Don't think I didn't notice that the people you invited today are all those whose families have been successful in recent years. I heard that your family is still working for the Huo family. Why didn't you invite the two young masters who were really successful in the compound back then to come over?"
Hearing this, everyone agreed. They really wanted to meet the cute and pitiful little brother, and making friends with the current head of the Huo family was their top priority.
Fang Shimian's ears seemed to be soaked in water, and their words were hazy. But looking at their smiles and their faces, it was as if he was back in the compound, the time that he dared not recall or touch.
The flames from the burned books, the call to the police that could never be reached in the dream, the test scores that kept getting worse and worse, the pain that kept falling on my body, and the disappointed and resentful eyes of my parents.
Fang Shimian huddled in a corner, covered his ears and closed his eyes, but the strong smell of smoke and alcohol in the room made him feel nauseous.
Several young masters laughed and drank together, and described how their families had entrusted them with important tasks, which had placed a heavy burden on them during their college years and prevented them from enjoying the happy college life with their peers.
The light in the room was very dim, as if it was eating people's blood. Fang Shimian stood up, and the clothes on his body were about to slide down. Fang Shimian bent down to grab them and subconsciously put them on himself.
He walked slowly along the wall, and when he got tired he stopped to squat for a while.
Because he moved so slowly, Fang Shimian's departure did not attract the attention of the several young masters in the room who were in high spirits.
Not until his vision became clear and bright did Fang Shimian feel that he could easily breathe air into his lungs. He walked a little unsteadily because the ground was shaking, making him unable to stand steadily.
At the end of the corridor was a large terrace. Fang Shimian walked there with some difficulty, and the cold wind was howling.
Fang Shimian wrapped his clothes tightly around him. He looked at the lights of thousands of houses in the night and said to himself, "Please don't blow. It's a bit cold."
But the wind won't obey.
Under the night sky, the city is brightly lit and prosperous as ever. People's emotions cannot affect the city. Fang Shimian cannot see the hustle and bustle, so he can only hear silence.
After the brain goes blank, many fragments will come to mind, the embarrassment and destroyed self-esteem that were deliberately suppressed.
Fang Shimian didn't know how to deal with all these negative emotions that were coming at him. He felt confused, helpless, and didn't know what was going on.
The edge of the terrace is a marble railing that feels cool to the touch and becomes wet when touched by your hands.
Fang Shimian stepped on the marble at the edge and tried to climb up skillfully. It was an unconscious action. He just wanted to know whether he would be blown up by the wind.
Just like those kind people in fairy tales, river gods and sea gods will appear and they will be redeemed by various gods. Fang Shimian now firmly believes that he will see the God of Wind.
But before he could climb up completely, someone grabbed him by the waist and pulled the railing off from behind.
Fang Shimian's reaction was slow to begin with, and now he was even slower due to the alcohol. He felt like he was floating, so he gently shook his hands and paddled a few times as if he was swimming.
But before he could figure out whether he had met the God of Wind, he heard a crisp sound and was slapped hard on the butt, causing a burning pain.
This is really a heavy blow.
Fang Shimian turned his furry head and looked around, then blankly covered the painful part of his body.
He turned to look at the man who was hugging him, still a little confused by the situation, and spoke slowly.
"Hello."
"It looks like it's on fire."
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