Chapter 56 Chapter 56 He is so tired.
Qin Moran stayed with his second brother Qin Boxi for the next two days.
The sky is still full of snow.
The two prepared to go out to see the snow.
Qin Moran and Qin Boxi were both wearing a down jacket and a scarf.
The difference is that Qin Moran also wore a pair of small gloves, while Qin Boxi wore a black mask for fear of being recognized.
The two of them were fully prepared and went out.
As soon as Qin Moran went out, her eyes lit up and she stretched out her little hands to catch the falling snowflakes.
The snowflakes fluttered slowly into his little hands.
Qin Moran lowered his head and looked carefully, and found that each snowflake looked different, so he happily told Qin Boxi about this discovery.
Qin Boxi answered him seriously: "Yes, there are no two snowflakes in the world that are exactly the same."
Qin Moran thought for a moment and said excitedly, "Then there are no two identical me in this world."
Qin Boxi smiled, his peach blossom eyes sparkling above his mask. "Yes, our Momo is unique."
After Qin Moran learned this, he raised his head with inexplicable pride.
He is one of a kind.
In the following time, the two also built a snowman together.
This snowman is lifelike.
Qin Moran looked at the realistic snowman and became very emotional: "Will it be cold?"
As he said this, he wanted to take off the scarf from his neck and put it on the snowman.
Qin Boxi quickly stopped him: "Mobao, be careful of catching a cold."
Qin Moran asked worriedly, "But what if the snowman is cold?"
Qin Boxi patiently explained to him: "The snowman doesn't feel cold. It likes this cold winter."
Qin Moran was a smart kid and quickly understood: "That's right, snowmen can only survive in the snow."
Qin Boxi praised him: "How smart."
Qin Moran continued to use his imagination: "After we leave, will the snowman play in the snow by himself? Or will it sneak away?"
Qin Boxi agreed: "That's possible."
Qin Moran's eyes sparkled as he imagined, "Then I hope the snowman will come and play with me."
Qin Boxi looked at his brother with a smile.
He felt that his brother looked like a snowball at this moment, so white and tender that he almost blended into the snow scene.
The two played for a whole morning and it was time for lunch.
Qin Boxi is going to take Qin Moran out to eat.
When he was filming a movie before, he shot a scene in a high-end restaurant.
The average cost per person in that restaurant is over ten thousand yuan, and it has top chefs and top service.
He wanted to take Qin Moran to experience it.
Qin Moran followed his second brother and walked forward, deliberately sliding in the snow, just like those little penguins who had just learned to walk.
Qin Boxi walked and looked at his brother, the smile on his face never disappearing.
Half an hour later, the two brothers arrived at the restaurant.
This restaurant is VIP-only and you need to show your membership information as soon as you enter.
However, the manager recognized Qin Boxi at a glance and did not ask him to show any membership information. Instead, he brought the two brothers in very enthusiastically.
It is an honor to have such a superstar come to dine in their restaurant.
If Qin Boxi is in a good mood and promotes their restaurant, they will make a lot of money.
Qin Moran had never been to a restaurant like this before, so he walked around and looked around.
The customers of this restaurant are either rich or noble, and all of them are well-known figures.
The decoration here is mainly black and gold, and the main theme is low-key luxury. Any single ornament costs an astronomical amount.
Soon, the two brothers arrived at the box.
The manager warmly invited them to sit down and then took their orders personally.
Qin Moran didn't know how to order, so he just sat there obediently like a mascot, his little feet dangling back and forth.
He had nothing to do, so he propped up his head with his hands and looked around.
Then I saw a person walking past the door of the box.
Qin Moran put down his hands that were supporting his head and blinked in confusion.
Why did he feel like he had seen that person before?
Qin Moran tilted his head and thought seriously.
After the manager left and closed the door, Qin Boxi turned around and saw Qin Moran looking thoughtful.
Qin Boxi asked tentatively: "Momo?"
"Um?"
Qin Moran came back to his senses from his thoughts.
Qin Boxi smiled and said, "What were you thinking about just now? So serious."
Qin Moran said truthfully: "I think I saw someone I know."
Qin Boxi: "Really? Your classmate?"
Qin Moran shook his head and added: "The person I saw at the old house was from my second aunt's family."
Their second aunt is Qin Limei.
Qin Limei's family?!
Qin Boxi also thought about it for a moment, then asked, "Male or female?"
Qin Moran: "It's a man, he looks about the same age as you."
Qin Boxi understood: "That's Qin Wen."
Qin Moran nodded vigorously: "Yes, it's him."
He said that he had seen this person.
Unfortunately, he is too young now. Even if he grows one year older, he is only four years old and is vaguely confused about many things.
Qin Boxi said calmly, "I didn't expect that he would come here to eat by chance."
Although he and Qin Wen are relatives, they don't interact much in normal times.
His impression of Qin Wen was that he always wore a pair of black-framed glasses, didn't seem to talk much, and always said he didn't know anything when asked. That was all he knew.
While the two brothers were talking, the first meal was served.
The two brothers stopped talking about Qin Wen and started eating.
After all, Qin Wen's presence in their lives was not very strong, and he could only be considered a distant relative.
The cooking in this restaurant is truly outstanding.
Qin Moran ate a lot of things that he had never eaten before.
Even with the same ingredients, this restaurant can create different flavors.
Qin Moran took the knife and fork and put all the food into his mouth like a happy little kitten.
Qin Boxi took a piece of paper and wiped the cream off his mouth with a smile: "If you like it, I will bring you here next time."
Qin Moran squinted his eyes, enjoying his second brother's service, and said happily: "Okay!"
The meal took more than an hour.
In the end, Qin Moran's belly was so full that he felt like he was about to gain weight again.
Qin Boxi asked him, "Are you going to go by yourself, or do you want your second brother to carry you?"
Qin Moran patted his belly and said, "I'll walk by myself."
He needs to exercise and not become chubby.
Qin Boxi put on the scarf and gloves for him: "Okay, let's go."
Qin Moran followed his second brother outside.
Outside the box, there is a long corridor.
The two brothers walked in the corridor in a harmonious atmosphere.
Until a group of people came towards us.
Qin Wen was also inside, seemingly acting as an assistant leading the way.
Of course, the focus is on the person walking in front.
He was a middle-aged man of about fifty years old, with extraordinary bearing and a sense of nobility in his every move.
The people around him surrounded him and fawned over him, which was enough to show his extraordinary status.
Qin Moran didn't know these people and kept walking forward.
After he took two or three steps, he found that his second brother didn't seem to keep up with him. He turned around curiously and was a little surprised.
He saw his second brother standing there, pale and motionless.
Qin Moran became nervous and walked back: "Second brother?"
Unfortunately, Qin Boxi could not hear anything at this moment.
His mind was blank, his heart felt cold, he could see nothing and hear nothing.
He was covered in cold sweat.
He was in a trance, and everything around him seemed isolated.
Someone seemed to be calling him?
He can't hear.
The group of people passed by him, and it seemed that someone called him "Xiao Xi", but it also seemed that no one did.
All his senses seemed to be failing.
Qin Boxi tried to calm himself down, but he couldn't.
At this moment, a soft little hand held him and called out again: "Second brother."
This little baby voice seemed to penetrate those invisible barriers and come straight to me.
Qin Boxi finally sobered up a little.
At this moment, he and Qin Moran were the only ones left in the corridor.
Little Dumpling held his hand, looking concerned: "Second brother, what's wrong with you?"
Qin Boxi opened his mouth several times before finally making a hoarse sound: "I...I..."
He found himself unable to form a complete sentence.
Qin Moran held him tightly, his face full of worry: "Second brother, are you feeling unwell?"
Qin Boxi supported his head with his hand and said uncomfortably, "Sorry, Mobao, I don't think my second brother can accompany you anymore. I'll ask my assistant to pick you up."
Qin Moran looked at his second brother like this and was extremely worried, with tears in his eyes.
What happened to his second brother?
Qin Boxi was unable to deal with anything at the moment. He forced himself to take out his cell phone and called his assistant, asking him to come and pick up Qin Moran.
Fortunately, the assistant was nearby and arrived soon.
Qin Boxi handed Qin Moran over to him.
The assistant asked worriedly, "Brother Xi, what's wrong with you? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"
Qin Boxi waved his hands palely: "It's okay, take good care of Mo Bao, I have something to do."
Assistant: “But…”
Qin Boxi didn't answer the assistant and left with somewhat unsteady steps.
The assistant quickly picked up Qin Moran and chased after him: "Brother Xi!"
I chased him all the way to the parking lot, but unfortunately, Qin Boxi got into the car first and drove away.
The assistant's heart began to lift as he watched the speeding car.
What should I do? His brother Xi's condition is so wrong.
Qin Moran lay in his assistant's arms, also extremely scared.
Woohoo, what should he do?!
On the other side, Qin Boxi was driving and ran through several red lights along the way.
But at this moment, he couldn't care less about anything.
Countless complicated thoughts grew wildly like endless vines and then tightly entangled him.
Until he suffocated.
He saw the man just now, and all the memories that he had deliberately suppressed could no longer be controlled. They gushed out like black mist and enveloped him.
When he was just ten years old, He Lingya took him to find a godfather.
Godfathers are powerful and influential, and are a class that most people can never reach.
He Lingya's explanation at the time was that her godfather had no children and often felt lonely, so he adopted a godson.
Correspondingly, the godfather also gave He Lingya a lot of benefits. It was at that time that He Lingya's company developed rapidly and became one of the leaders.
Qin Boxi has been a filial child since childhood.
He knew that his mother had been alone since her divorce from his father, so he listened to He Lingya's words even more.
He Lingya asked him to acknowledge her as his godfather, and he naturally accepted her as his godfather.
The first few years were relatively calm.
Until Qin Boxi turned eighteen and became an adult.
At that time, Qin Boxi already possessed a one-in-a-million appearance and temperament. He was the kind of person who could make people fall in love with him at first sight.
At that time, Qin Boxi had one biggest characteristic——
clean.
An eighteen-year-old boy is like a handful of clear water under the moon, or like a handful of white snow among the pines.
It is so clean that people want to touch it and leave a trace of their own.
The word that the godfather used to evaluate Qin Boxi was also clean.
However, at that time, Qin Boxi and his godfather still had a superficial father-son relationship.
Until one day, He Lingya told Qin Boxi that the godfather was getting older and felt increasingly lonely, and wanted to live with her son for a while.
Qin Boxi was filial enough not to disobey his mother, so he agreed.
He moved in with his godfather for a while.
In Qin Boxi's view, he was just living with a respected elder for a period of time.
Besides, besides them, there were also housekeepers and servants in that house.
The most important thing is that this elder was introduced to him by his mother.
Therefore, he was not very wary.
As time went on, Qin Boxi began to vaguely notice some clues.
But the other two adults were so good at acting that there wasn't a single flaw.
Qin Boxi just felt that he was too suspicious.
But the clues were getting bigger and bigger, enough for Qin Boxi to no longer bear it.
Qin Boxi was nineteen years old at that time.
He has just become an adult and doesn't have a deep understanding of many things.
He instinctively trusted his mother He Lingya.
He found He Lingya and expressed his doubts.
He didn't think his mother was wrong, he thought it was a problem with his godfather.
At that time, He Lingya flatly denied it and questioned why he had such dirty thoughts.
Qin Boxi was speechless.
Was he overthinking it? But something was clearly wrong.
During that year and more, he often lived with his godfather, as if there was something indescribable that bound him like a rope.
Qin Boxi sought help from his mother but failed.
But he didn't try to defend himself. He just found an excuse and stopped contacting his godfather.
With Qin Boxi's cold treatment, the matter was shelved for half a year.
The godfather looked for him many times, and He Lingya also came to question him, but Qin Boxi refused outright, saying that he was too busy.
It seemed like that was the end of it.
However, the peaceful life did not last long, and suddenly a piece of gossip spread like wildfire -
The godfather kept a little boy, and the apparent reason was that he had adopted a godson.
The news did not spread widely and was quickly suppressed.
But it was undoubtedly a heavy blow to Qin Boxi's ears.
He fell into the chair immediately.
The occurrence of this incident confirmed some of his previous guesses.
Something must have happened in that year or so.
Although everything seems normal on the surface, does anything happen every night when he sleeps soundly?
Or, had he truly slept through that year or so? Had he taken some kind of sleeping pill? After all, he often woke up groggy, as if he'd blacked out.
Did anything happen?
Qin Boxi didn't know.
The unknown is the scariest thing.
Precisely because of the unknown, he couldn't help but think over and over again about what had happened in every minute and every second of the past year or so.
Yes? No?
Who will tell him?
The biggest difficulty with this kind of thing is that he can't tell anyone else about it and can only keep it in his heart.
Even his biological brother Qin Xuan only vaguely sensed something, but did not know the inside story.
Qin Boxi couldn't possibly tell him these things. After all, they were just hearsay. It was enough for him to suffer alone. There was no need to involve anyone else.
From that time on, Qin Boxi began to suffer from insomnia.
He had severe sleep problems.
Even if I fell asleep for a short time, I would suddenly wake up at some point and look around my bedroom vigilantly, as if there was someone hiding in a corner.
Every time I wake up, I can't fall asleep again, and then I think about it over and over again.
Wondering if anything happened in the past year.
My head hurts from thinking about it.
He woke up in pain countless times and stayed awake until dawn.
Eighteen or nineteen is the prime age of youth, but Qin Boxi cannot enjoy life as freely as others.
He was dragged into the abyss.
He had no evidence and the two men denied it.
Only he was tortured over and over again, with no peace.
Gradually, Qin Boxi began to fall asleep with the help of sleeping pills.
But sleeping pills are only so-so.
He still wakes up from his sleep.
At that time, he had already entered the entertainment industry, became an overnight sensation, and had a bright future ahead of him.
The heavy schedule of announcements left him with no time to rest, but even so he still suffered from insomnia. Something was like a maggot attached to his bones, eating away at his energy.
He started smoking frequently and changing partners frequently.
These things could temporarily relieve his pain, but then he would fall into pain again.
Sometimes he couldn't figure out what the meaning of his life was. Wouldn't living like this be like being a walking corpse?
But at this moment, Qin Boxi did not meet the conditions of the godfather——
He is not clean anymore.
Finally, Qin Boxi tattooed a small wing on his ankle.
It's funny that someone who can no longer fly would get such a symbolic tattoo.
Qin Boxi didn't know how he had gotten through these years. It seemed like all those pent-up things were about to burst out and could no longer be suppressed.
He stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed out like an arrow...
It's time to end everything.
In the evening, at the door of a detached villa.
At this moment, the sun has disappeared, the moon is faintly hanging in the sky, and the street lights everywhere are on.
He Lingya, dressed in work clothes and high heels, walked towards her villa.
As she walked, she was talking on the phone with a client.
Until she saw Qin Boxi standing at her door.
At this moment, Qin Boxi was leaning against the wall, smoking one cigarette after another.
There was a pile of cigarette butts on the ground, and I didn't know how long he had been smoking.
The air was filled with smoke.
He lowered his eyes, looked lifeless, and smoked one cigarette after another.
The warm yellow street light shone onto his face, illuminating his captivating face, but it did not shine into his eyes.
He Lingya paused and said to the other end of the phone, "Okay, I have something else to do, so I'll hang up first."
After hanging up the phone, He Lingya walked over with her bag and said sarcastically, "What a rare guest! Why are you here today?"
Qin Boxi raised his eyes and looked at her.
The look was cold and gray.
He Lingya was startled by Qin Boxi's look.
She hadn't felt this way for a long time, and she felt as if things were about to get out of control.
She might have had this feeling before.
Which time was it?
She can't remember.
She never remembers things that have no value to her.
He Lingya and Qin Boxi looked at each other for a while.
She suppressed the feeling that something was wrong in her heart, walked over and pressed the combination lock: "If you have anything to say, come in and tell me."
There were a few sounds of combination locks and the door opened.
He Lingya opened the door and motioned Qin Boxi to go in.
Qin Boxi stepped in.
He Lingya couldn't help but criticize him: "There are cigarette butts scattered all over the floor. I have to ask someone to clean it up tomorrow. When did you develop the habit of littering?"
Qin Boxi did not respond to her.
He Lingya frowned.
What's going on with Qin Boxi tonight?
I went inside and turned on the light.
Everything becomes exposed.
Only then did He Lingya realize that Qin Boxi's face was as white as a piece of paper, and she didn't know how long he had been standing outside. There was a layer of frost on his clothes.
He Lingya was a little angry: "Are you stupid? Don't you know how to enter by pressing the password? It's like someone is abusing you."
Qin Boxi remained silent.
He Lingya became more and more confused: "What's wrong with you?"
"When I was eighteen, you gave me to that man just to get me to sleep with him, right?"
Qin Boxi finally spoke.
As soon as he opened his mouth, it was like throwing a bomb into the water, causing a thousand waves.
He Lingya was completely shocked.
The room was dead silent.
After more than ten seconds, He Lingya finally found her voice: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Qin Boxi stared at her coldly: "Don't you know whether I'm talking nonsense or not?"
He Lingya immediately denied it: "There is no such thing at all."
Qin Boxi pressed on: "Then why did you give me to him?"
He Lingya tried to suppress him: "What do you mean by giving it away? Do you make yourself sound so cheap? I just found you a powerful godfather, which will play a decisive role in your future development."
Qin Boxi sneered: "Do you think I'm still as gullible as I was at eighteen? You've established such a connection not for me, but for yourself! Don't you know how much benefit you gained by giving me to him?!!"
He Lingya raised her voice: "Shut up! How dare you question your own mother like that?!!!"
Qin Boxi sarcastically said, "Mother? Are you worthy of being a mother?!"
He Lingya: "Why am I not worthy? I gave birth to both you and your brother. Do you still want to deny this?"
Qin Boxi ignored her and said, "Let me ask you one last time. Since you knew the inside story, why did you give me to him in the first place?"
He Lingya refused to back down and said, "I've told you countless times that there's no such thing!"
Qin Boxi laughed sarcastically: "Okay, I won't ask anymore, there's no need."
He turned and was about to leave.
“Stop right there!!”
He Lingya stopped him: "What are you doing? Do you still want to play the game of never having anything to do with me?"
Qin Boxi asked back: "What else? Do you still want me to call you mom?"
He Lingya's chest rose and fell a few times, and then she said, "Qin Boxi, you are too ungrateful."
Qin Boxi stopped but didn't look back.
He Lingya stared at him, speaking clearly word by word—
"When I gave birth to you, I suddenly had a massive hemorrhage and my life was hanging by a thread. The doctors were at a loss and ran to ask your father, should we save the mother or the child? Your father decided to save the mother and gave up on you."
"I was the only one who firmly disagreed with this decision. I told the doctor that the baby must be saved. If the baby was saved, I would not survive. Fortunately, mother and child are safe in the end."
"You've never given birth, so you don't know how much pain a woman goes through during childbirth. I felt like I might have died, but I still didn't give up on you. I carried you for ten months, always looking forward to the birth of my child, and in the end, I was even willing to sacrifice my life for yours. But what about you? How have you repaid me? Now, you're even ready to sever our mother-son relationship!!"
Qin Boxi stood there, motionless, with only his back visible.
He Lingya took a deep breath and continued, "I'm not saying this to threaten you. I'm just telling you that there's no mother in the world who doesn't love her own child. You have no evidence at all, yet you come to question me. Do you think your actions are right?"
Qin Boxi still didn't answer.
He Lingya lowered her attitude: "I don't have anything to ask for right now, and I don't ask you to do anything for me. I just want to ask you, would you like to stay and have dinner with me tonight? It's just such a simple request. My mother and I haven't sat down to have dinner together for a long time, and I miss the days when we could sit at the same table."
Qin Boxi didn't say anything, but he didn't take another step to leave.
He Lingya smiled and said, "Then you wait, mom will cook for you myself."
She dropped her bag, took off her coat, and went to the kitchen.
After a while, He Lingya brought out two dishes and a soup.
She doesn't usually cook for herself, so making these two dishes and a soup is already her limit.
It's a simple dish, but it looks and tastes good.
She placed the food on the table and called out to Qin Boxi: "What are you still standing there for? Come and eat."
Qin Boxi just stood there and didn't move over.
He Lingya's smile faded a little: "Why? Is it difficult for you to even have a meal with me?"
Qin Boxi was silent for a long time, and finally said, "I'm leaving first."
He turned and left.
He Lingya's face fell instantly.
Qin Boxi walked to the gate.
He pressed the door open button, but found no response.
Qin Boxi pressed it several times in a row, and it was the same every time.
At this time, He Lingya's voice came from behind: "Don't waste your time, I set up a program and you can't open it."
Qin Boxi looked at He Lingya in confusion: "Why?"
He Lingya: "Of course I'll lock you up here and wait for someone to come."
Qin Boxi: "Who?"
He Lingya stared at him: "Who are you talking about?"
She didn't say it clearly, just waiting for Qin Boxi to understand it himself.
Qin Boxi thought of his godfather and his pupils shrank suddenly: "Did you call that man over?"
He Lingya didn't comment, but just said: "You are my son, so naturally you have to play your value in my hands."
Her sophistication lies in the fact that even when mother and son are alone, they will not leave any room for error in their words.
Qin Boxi clenched his fists and stared at He Lingya in disbelief.
It turns out that the so-called last meal was all fake.
Just to delay time.
Qin Boxi looked at the dark night outside the French window, then looked at He Lingya and repeated, "Open the door!!"
He Lingya ignored him.
Qin Boxi: "Can you open it?!"
He Lingya crossed her arms and said, "Stop dreaming!"
The situation is tense.
Qin Boxi took a deep breath, reached out and picked up a wine bottle next to him, smashed it open with a clang, and then pointed the sharp glass at his neck: "I told you to open the door!!"
He Lingya hadn't anticipated the sudden change and took a few steps towards this side. "What are you doing?"
Qin Boxi confronted her: "Either you open the door, or I die."
He Lingya panicked for a few seconds at first, but then calmed down again: "You could have died miserably here with me, but the subsequent impact would be enormous. Don't you think about your family?"
Qin Boxi hesitated.
He thought in a trance that he had entrusted Qin Moran to his assistant and had not had time to pick him up.
At this time, He Lingya reached out and picked up the phone, as if she wanted to call someone over.
Even at this time, she still wanted to use her son.
Qin Boxi's chest heaved, his eyes red: "Mom, do you really want to do this?"
He Lingya stopped and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Qin Boxi's eyes were red as if dripping with blood, and his breathing was rapid: "If you really want to do this, from now on, our mother and son will be completely separated."
He Lingya said coldly: "Anyway, you don't recognize me as your mother anymore, right?"
As she spoke, she made a phone call.
Maybe she really called that person, or maybe she just wanted to scare Qin Boxi.
But for Qin Boxi, none of this matters anymore.
He no longer had any expectations for He Lingya.
Qin Boxi panted rapidly, threw away the bottle of wine and ran to the second floor.
He Lingya was stunned, then chased after him.
The two ran to the second-floor corridor.
There is an open window in the corridor.
Qin Boxi ran to the window first.
The moonlight shone down, casting a cold and miserable white light on him.
He Lingya saw this scene and shouted: "How dare you!!!"
Qin Boxi smiled emotionlessly: "Why wouldn't I dare to do that?"
After saying that, he jumped out of the window without hesitation.
He Lingya widened her eyes and hurried to the window.
Qin Boxi jumped from the second floor and fell to the ground.
He paused for a while, then stood up and turned around to look at He Lingya upstairs.
He Lingya seemed to be frightened by his determination and stood at the window without moving.
Qin Boxi glanced at her, turned around, and limped towards his car.
Never looked back again.
Ten o'clock in the middle of the night.
Qin Boxi returned to one of his apartments.
He was now covered in wounds, and when he took off his coat, the lining was stained with blood.
But he seemed not to notice his injury, did not turn on the light, and stumbled to the sofa and sat down.
In a dark room.
The wound bled silently and then slowly scabbed over.
Qin Boxi lowered his head, as if blending into the darkness, even his breathing was barely audible.
Past, present...
All the incidents, all the deceptions, came crashing down on him and crushed him.
No one can withstand insomnia and awakenings every day for several years. These two points alone are enough to wear away a person's energy and spirit.
Those inner demons will always haunt him.
He could never be happy again.
He is so tired.
Life is so tiring.
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