"It's good to have many skills." When Jian Jing was stunned, Jiang Baiyan quickly covered up his emotion and teased casually, "The more skills I have, the more fans will think I'm awesome, and it can be considered a business."

Jian Jing frowned: "A lot of people already like you, there's no need to force yourself to do something you don't like."

"Not really." He stood up, picked up the kettle, and ran to the balcony to water the plants. "I want to make myself better."

She asked, "Let more people like you?"

Jiang Baiyan turned his head and smiled at her, "Yes and no." He said slowly, "I used to think that as long as I work harder, one day, people who don't like me will like me. Later I realized that sometimes people just don't like you, and it will never change."

His tone was very calm and his expression was very calm, but Jian Jing knew that there must be a painful story behind the awakening.

She guessed that he might deliberately want to lead her to ask more questions, but she hesitated and couldn't bear to expose his scars.

"Do you want to know why I changed my mind?" Jiang Baiyan put down the kettle and said with a smile as usual, "I can tell you, it's okay - you want to know, right?"

He used a cat teaser to tease the increasingly fat orange cat, and asked softly amid the ding-dong sound of the bell: "You want to know why Pudding is called Pudding, right?"

Jian Jing hesitated: "If it makes people sad, forget it."

"It's okay." He repeated, "I'm willing to tell you."

"You don't remember, but I do."

Jiang Baiyan's story began in the spring of 2014.

At that time, he was not called this name, but Jiang Xun. His biological mother died unexpectedly, and he was taken home by his biological father and bullied by his half-siblings.

They either ignored him, bullied him, or controlled him. After a few years, all of them can be called PUA.

Like everyone in the game, he didn't know what this meant. Since he was a child, his biological mother asked him to please his father and his brothers and sisters. Even if he didn't understand, he would do it in order to avoid being beaten and scolded.

However, it was of no use.

His careful flattery only resulted in more severe torture, but he always endured it because there was no other way but to endure it.

Fortunately, I didn't know despair at that time. As the days passed, I got used to it and became numb.

Until one day after school, he was kidnapped on his way home.

This was a group of desperate people who wanted to kidnap the son of the chairman of Jiangshui Group, make a fortune and run away. But they were very unlucky. The person they kidnapped was not Jiang Er or Jiang San, but an illegitimate child with no sense of existence. When

the phone call came to the Jiang family, the chairman's attitude was quite indifferent.

Through a thin door, he heard the kidnapper shouting into the microphone: "If you are short of one million, I will chop off one of your son's fingers! If you dare to call the police, I will dig out his eyes! If you delay for a day, I will cut off his ears!"

Jiang Baiyan thought at that time, it's over, I am definitely finished.

His reason said that it would be too painful to cut off hands and feet, it would be better to jump off the building directly, but his emotions were asking for it, I also have the blood of the Jiang family, maybe... maybe they will save me.

Considering that I am usually so well-behaved, considering that I work so hard, considering... considering that I am really your brother/son.

Save me.

He didn't want to die, so he tried his best to cooperate with the kidnapper, let him cry, let him beg for mercy, and obey him in every way.

He was so good and obedient that even the kidnappers gradually softened their attitude, from one cold steamed bun a day to two cold meals a day.

When it was too cold, they were willing to give him a coat to cover his sleep.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that he would have such a bizarre idea at that time: bad people treat me better than my family.

At least the kidnappers thought he would be cold. But

his family didn't care whether he was dead or alive.

However, this little touch soon disappeared with the delay of the ransom. The kidnappers became impatient day by day, but the ransom of the Jiang family was not in place.

Sometimes they said that the cash flow was insufficient, and sometimes they said that it was impossible to do it. The secretary in charge of the contact was polite but unyielding.

Gradually, Jiang Baiyan understood that he was not important at all.

"Could it be that we caught the wrong person? This is not our biological son."

"Yes, I heard that other children have bodyguards, but we didn't catch anyone when we caught him."

"It's outrageous. You can't even come up with 50 million?"

"What if we really made a mistake? Let him go?"

"Why let him go? He's seen our faces, just get rid of him."

The intermittent whispers passed through the door and floated into his ears. His heart was tightly grasped, sometimes beating like thunder, and sometimes it was dull and painful.

He breathed softly, wishing he could turn into a small dust, hiding quietly in the corner, for fear of being noticed by them. He

didn't dare to say he was hungry, didn't dare to pee, and didn't dare to sleep.

It is difficult to describe the horror of that time. Every minute, every second, every breath was filled with intense fear.

Am I going to die?

I will die soon.

They are going to kill me.

How will they kill me?

What is even more terrifying is that the shadow of death did not come all at once, but accumulated day by day, tormenting him slowly and persistently.

At some moments, he even had doubts - am I still alive? Maybe I am already dead, and my ghost stayed in this place, waiting for someone to save me.

Who will save him?

He racked his brains, trying to pick up a little warmth in the long river of time to support himself to persevere. However, it is so sad that no matter how he recalled, he could not find any moment of happiness.

His cold and arrogant biological father.

A fawning mother. A

condescending elder sister. An

arrogant second brother.

A violent and vengeful third brother.

On a cold spring night, the early cherry blossoms on the street were blooming. He lay on the cold ground, breaking up every moment of his memory, counting them one by one, over and over again, but could not find any hope.

This feeling was called despair.

The so-called blood relationship is meaningless, all the flattery is just a joke, and all the past was just wishful thinking.

They have never liked me.

They will never like me.

Perhaps, dying at the hands of kidnappers is exactly what they want. The stain on the family was wiped out by the enemy, and they cleaned their hands and kicked away the eyesore.

From now on, the Jiang brothers and sisters can deceive themselves. There is no invasion of outsiders in their family. The father is strict and fair, the mother is dignified and generous, and the brothers and sisters love each other. What a perfect family!

Jiang Xun is not our brother.

Jiang Xun should not exist at all.

It would be better if Jiang Xun died.

In between dreams and silence, he heard his brothers and sisters mumbling, full of resentment and hatred, gnashing their teeth, every word uttered in blood.

And so, Jiang Xun died.

What is death like?

It is very similar to a burning candle.

When it is just lit, the flame is hot and happy, jumping, leaping, still full of expectations for life. But as the embellished memories are peeled off, it is like rolling wax tears, falling and falling, condensing into a pool of tears that no one cares about.

Pale, faded, cold tears.

The flame becomes weaker and weaker, smaller and smaller.

Gradually, slowly, it goes out bit by bit, turning into a cluster of ashes with residual warmth.

If someone hadn't lent him a spark of light at that time, and revived him with that little bit of residual warmth, then Jiang Xun would have really died, and there would have been no Jiang Baiyan today.

Fortunately, she came.

It was a very quiet night, and suddenly there was a muffled "bang" from the

corner of the wall. Something fell in from the small window above the wall.

To the kidnappers watching TV outside, it would not be more noticeable than the buzzing of mosquitoes, but to him, it was no less than the muffled thunder on a spring night, rolling over.

He saw a chocolate ball rolling to his side.

Ferrero chocolate, golden and glittering, like gold.

His heart was dead, but his body was not. His stomach growled, urging him to unwrap the wrapping paper, and inside was a translucent rice paper with the words:

Are you kidnapped? If it is true, then imitate the meow of a cat; if it is not, then imitate the barking of a dog.

Remember to eat the paper.

After a week of hunger and torture, he could not distinguish between truth and falsehood, and just instinctively "meowed" softly.

Outside: "Meow, meow, meow?"

He: "Meow?"

After the meaningless meow, he returned to peace. He swallowed the rice paper and chocolate on which he wrote, and held the golden candy wrapper in his palm, looking at it from time to time to distinguish between reality and dreams.

But the next day, nothing happened. He couldn't help but suspect that he brought the chocolate. He had a dream last night that someone came to save him.

Oh, what a bizarre dream!

Who will come to save him?

However, in the middle of the night, a bamboo pole was stretched diagonally into the ventilation window, and a plastic bag slid in with a brush.

The bag contained an old mobile phone.

His own cell phone had been taken away by the kidnappers a long time ago. When he got the phone back, a cowardly thought flashed through his mind in a very sad way - should I call my father?

No, of course not.

They want me to die, and I don't want to die.

There was a text message in the phone, and the note name was J.

-You were kidnapped by them, right?

-Yes

-Do you want me to call the police for you?

-No, they will kill me

-Okay, I will try to save you, can you tell me what happened?

-They asked my father for money, but he refused to give it to me. I am dying. Please help me.

-The kidnappers want money, but your father refused to give it to you. You have to find a way to help them

. -I can't do it. Please help me. Please

. -I will definitely help you, but you have to try your

best. -Okay, I will listen to you.

-The battery of my mobile phone is low. Use it sparingly. Don't let them find out

. -Can't you talk to me?

-If we chat, they will find out. Don't be afraid. I am always watching you

. -Please, don't ignore me

. -I will always be here. I promise. Turn off your mobile phone and turn it on tomorrow at this time

. -Okay.

He didn't want her to be unhappy. He didn't want to lose this hope. Therefore, even though he was very reluctant, Jiang Baiyan still did it.

Half an hour later, he threw in another chocolate.

This time, the chocolate packaging paper also wrote a word, but it is a cute story: on this street, there is a fat cat. It is the cutest cat in the world. Invading this street, but the most powerful event is related to a

gemstroke. Jiang Baiyan was attracted by the vivid description and forgot some of his fear. After calming down and regaining his thinking ability, he suddenly knew what to do. He said to the kidnappers: "I am my father's child. It's not that he doesn't want me. He really has no money." The kidnappers sneered: "How can the chairman of the group have no money? Who are you kidding, little guy?" "It's true." He said, "Dad used all his money to buy gems." The kidnappers were immediately attracted: "Gem?" "A piece of emerald called 'Emerald Crown Pearl'." Jiang Baiyan was very sure, "Very valuable."

The kidnappers were skeptical: "Little guy, are you telling the truth?"

He nodded vigorously.

Of course it was true, he has always had a good memory, right?

The eldest sister only mentioned it once, and he remembered it.

The kidnappers verified the news and it was indeed true.

They believed in Jiang Baiyan's identity again, and no longer said they would get rid of him. Instead, they set their sights on the gem.

The emerald gem is worth 130 million. It was bought by the chairman of Jiangshui Group half a year ago. It is much more valuable than the 50 million ransom.

"Otherwise, we will take advantage of their tricks, pretend to ask for a ransom, and give the gem to them when they are not paying attention..." There is no shortage of smart people or bold people among the kidnappers.

Everyone was tempted.

Jiang Baiyan did not expect it to be so easy, and he was so surprised that he almost doubted his life. His first reaction was to increase his own value so as not to be killed.

"The gem is hidden in the chairman's villa, but only a few people know the password to get in." He said.

The kidnappers looked at him differently: "Boy, why did you tell us this?"

Jiang Baiyan said honestly: "I don't want to die. Besides, that's not my gem."