Chapter 240 Killing is so easy
Qi Feng coughed. Because he smoked all year round, every time he coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm, he nonchalantly spat it on the floor and wiped it with his slippers. He cursed at Qi: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and cook. Do you want to starve me to death?"
Qi Yan stood there without moving.
When he was picking up bottles, he would occasionally pick up some change or lost valuables. When he was very young, he would happily put those things in his pocket. But when he grew up, went to school, and learned etiquette, he knew that it was wrong to do so, and he could no longer take those things with a clear conscience.
So he didn't understand why they did so many bad things but never felt guilty, and continued to bully him as if it was their right, without any guilt.
But when he saw the new dress on Xu Yuelian, the good cigarette between Qi Feng's fingertips, and the limited edition game console in Qi Jiang's hand, he suddenly understood.
People who don't even care about their biological parents will be bullied wherever they go.
They looked down on him and therefore never treated him as an equal.
Xu Yuelian got goose bumps from his gaze, and she wrapped her shawl tightly around her body with trembling shoulders, cursing without a hint of weakness: "Standing there with a sullen face, you're going to die, you unlucky star!"
Qi Feng grabbed the slippers on his feet and threw them at Qi Yan, "Go cook for me! If you don't cook, get out!"
The slippers hit his shoulder. Qi Yan moved slightly, then walked towards the kitchen.
Qi Jiang was stunned when he saw that he really went to cook. He probably even thought it was ridiculous and laughed in disbelief, "How could he be so mean?"
Qi Feng bit his cigarette holder, his eyes, clouded and yellowed by smoke, were filled with contempt and malice. "You just realized, he's even meaner than dogs."
Qi Yan was an elephant that was tied with a rope since he was a child. When he grew up, he was completely tamed and could no longer resist.
Qi Yan rummaged through the refrigerator and pulled out a bag of wilted lettuce, two wrinkled eggplants and a small piece of frozen meat. He mechanically steamed the rice, picked and washed the vegetables, as if he didn't hear the harsh laughter in the living room.
He knew he was a humiliator, but it was too cold outside and he had nowhere to live. If he had to choose to be a humiliator, he would rather go back to the cage where he had stayed for more than ten years.
He told himself over and over again in his heart that he should be patient and look for a part-time job tomorrow. Even if there was no salary, as long as food and accommodation were provided, it would be fine.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt better, his mind wandering aimlessly. He was tired of the endless snow in winter. After graduation and completing the loan contract, he would leave the capital and go to a warm southern city, find a small company to paint, and in his spare time he would go to the street to draw a sketch, and he would no longer have to worry about freezing his hands.
If you calculate the time, 3 years of college and 3 years of loan repayment, a total of 6 years. Compared with the past 19 years, it passed very quickly.
In just 6 years, he can have a brand new start.
Qi Yan washed the vegetables, took out the kitchen knife from the knife rack and prepared to cut the meat.
The bracelet suddenly vibrated violently, as if a lot of messages had arrived.
He wiped his hands on his apron and opened it. It was an email from the publishing house, probably a reply regarding his drawing.
He was a little nervous and subconsciously wiped his hands twice before opening the email.
"Dear artist Qi Yan: Hello, after a meeting of the editorial department, it has been decided that your manuscript does not currently meet the magazine's publishing requirements. Thank you for your submission and I wish you a happy life."
Rejected.
But it doesn’t matter. He has invested in many publishing houses. If this one doesn’t work out, he’ll look at another one. There’s always one that he likes.
But when I opened the emails one by one, they were all rejection replies.
No one wanted his comics, not even one.
Qi Yan looked at the same rejection templates, his mind was foggy and he was a little confused for a moment.
The comic he spent several years polishing seemed to be just a piece of electronic garbage.
"You're the only one dreaming of publishing a comic?" Qi Jiang leaned against the counter, holding a can of drink, not trying to hide his sneer. "Have you ever learned to draw? How dare you submit a comic? A publishing house isn't a trash can that takes in all the trash."
Qi Jiang crossed his legs and shook them off with disdain, his face full of pride. "If I were to buy anything, I'd buy the works of painters like my brother and Aunt Cui. They are painters who have graduated from formal schools."
Qi Yan stared at the bracelet blankly. The sending times of all the emails were almost the same, as if they had been discussed in advance.
"Beep beep."
Another message popped up. The sender was unfamiliar, but the content was familiar.
"Qi Yan, leaving without saying goodbye is very rude. I will punish you slightly but give you a severe warning."
Only Pei Hong could speak in such an arrogant and contemptuous tone.
He colluded with all publishing houses to reject his manuscripts and cut off his escape route.
He was pushing him.
She used her power to force him to kneel down and admit his mistakes, forced him to live in peace, and forced him to bear all the infamy and humiliation from the outside world for his beloved son Pei Xing.
A minute ago he was still fantasizing about leaving the capital, but a minute later, Pei Hong told him with facts that it was just wishful thinking.
Qi Yan suddenly trembled all over, and his extreme anger and disgust made him unable to restrain himself from vomiting.
But there was nothing in his stomach. No matter how much his cramped stomach twitched, it only poured out a little acid, which choked him and made him cry.
"Hahahaha..." Qi Jiang's arrogant laughter came from the side. He saw the information on the bracelet and slapped his thigh with joy. "Qi Yan, are you sick? You are so arrogant in front of the Pei family. Who do you think you are?"
This seemed like a ridiculous joke. Qi Jiang almost collapsed from laughter. "Do you really think you're a young master like Pei Xing? You're nothing. You deserve it..."
Before he could finish his words, his neck suddenly felt cold.
Blood spurted out and dripped onto the oil-stained floral floor. Qi Jiang didn't react at all and was wondering why there was suddenly so much blood on the ground.
When his dull senses finally reacted, he realized that his artery had been cut, his throat had been severed, and blood had choked into his trachea. His face turned pale and he knelt down weakly.
He looked at Qi Yan in disbelief, "You..."
He was used to being lawless in front of Qi Yan, and never thought that this timid coward would dare to pick up a knife and kill someone.
Qi Yan looked at his face, which was too shocked to show any fear, and cried and laughed.
He asked himself how cowardly he had been in the past that this sinful man had no regrets but only astonishment until the last second of his life.
Besides, killing someone is so easy. Just cut the fragile neck with a knife. It's not much harder than killing a chicken.
Why on earth had he endured for so many years?
The sudden laughter and crying in the kitchen did not attract Qi Feng and Xu Yuelian's attention. The laughter was their son's and the crying was Qi Yan's, and that was enough.
One of them continued to sit on the sofa and smoke the good cigarettes given to him by his own son, while the other twisted his waist and went back to the bedroom to change into new clothes excitedly. No one thought of going to the kitchen to take a look.
Qi Yan wiped the tears from his face and limped out with a kitchen knife in hand.
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