Forces of Temptation

Without disturbing Li Yinhang on the bed, the two of them were wrapped in cold air and got back into the bed.

Nan Zhou's body slowly recovered with the help of Jiang Fang.

However, he was not in a good mood.

He was thinking about Xie Xiangyu's words.

He hadn't thought about this very seriously before.

Xie Xiangyu made him think.

If... Brother Fang and Yinhang knew their identities.

Will they care?

Nanzhou rolled over.

He doesn't like to hide.

Before, he felt it was unnecessary to say.

Now, he admits that he cares a little.

It's just about himself, Nan Zhou doesn't know how to speak, and he doesn't know what to say.

In the darkness, Jiang Fang has been watching Nan Zhou's back.

Nan Zhou was obviously unhappy.

Jiang Fang can probably guess the reason.

After a long, gentle gaze, Jiang Fang took a few deep breaths silently, and after doing enough psychological construction, he raised his hand.

—He loosened his choker's chain.

choker slid down his streamlined shoulder and neck onto the pillow, and the silver chain made a fine sound, attracting Nan Zhou's attention.

Nan Zhou leaned slightly: "Have you not slept yet?"

Jiang Fang laughed softly.

Nan Zhou: "...Ah. Me too."

Jiang Fang got closer, and his warm breath brushed against his side neck.

He smiled and said, "If you can't sleep, let me tell you a bedtime story."

Nan Zhou turned over: "Well. You..."

He suddenly realized that Jiang Fang's choker was no longer in place.

The faint moonlight outside the window sprinkled over Jiang Fang's body, highlighting the graceful lines of his neck and the white luster.

Perfect.

But on top of that perfection, there were a few dark hazes.

Jiang Fang didn't seem to understand the question in Nan Zhou's eyes, and started his story on his own:

"Do you know why my name is Jiang Fang?"

Nan Zhou curiously wanted to touch, but Jiang Fang intercepted his wrist halfway.

“…Jiang is my mother’s surname. My father’s name is Cruz Monto Loca.”

Speaking, Jiang Fang pulled his wrist and guided him to put his index finger on the haze around his neck.

Jiang Fang's half-closed eyes trembled slightly, and the fist of the other hand was hot.

He resisted the shame in his heart and the strong urge to cover up his imperfection, and showed him the side of his neck completely, so Nanzhou rubbed the tattoo on the side of his neck curiously with his fingertips.

Jiang Fang tried his best to calm down and said warmly, "His initials are like this."

—K&M.

Nan Zhou felt the tattoo on his neck and the pale red scar hidden by the tattoo with his fingertips.

Jiang Fang said softly, "He died many years ago."

Nan Zhou pressed his tattoo and rubbed it lightly, trying to relieve his strange tension: "You engraved your name here, do you love him very much?"

Jiang Fang: "Yes, I love him very much."

"...But my love is no match for my mother."

…

Jiang Fang's childhood was very happy.

He has long forgotten his father's occupation, because in his limited memory, his father is so omnipotent.

The family lives next to a small church in Kyiv Oblast.

My father has no particular religion.

His only faith is his family.

My father took him to the World Stamp Exhibition and taught him to ask the guide in simple German about the history of the old stamp he was interested in.

My father would pick up Jiang Fang from the elementary school after get off work. After the father and son shared a Kyiv patty on the street, they pulled the hook and did not tell their mother, and then went home holding hands.

Father likes ice hockey, and when his mother refuses to buy him a ticket, he will hold his mother's arm like a child and act like a spoiled child.

In Jiang Fang's impression, his father is a rich, vivid and energetic Ukrainian youth.

He is gentle, cheerful, and always laughs.

In contrast, Jiang Fang's childhood impression of her mother is very simple.

He only remembered that she was beautiful.

It's the kind of beauty that everyone praises.

Also, she loves her father very, very much.

Jiang Fang thought this was a great thing when he was a child.

One Valentine's Day morning, my mother got angry because she didn't hear "Happy Valentine's Day" from my father, and deliberately made the dishes louder.

Mr. Cruz, who wanted to leave the confession in the evening, offered to go on a date, but was rejected by the angry mother.

Mr. Crutz walked out of the kitchen when his younger son had just finished his cereal.

He raised his head and asked in Ukrainian like a little adult, "Is our angel angry?"

Mr. Crutz: "It seems so."

The younger son said: "100 hryvnia. I will help you get the angel back."

Mr. Crutz laughed, "Oh, what did I hear? It's the best deal."

Mr. Lodoka, the eight-year-old Jiang Fang patted his waist, turned back to the room, quickly changed into a small suit, and took a rose. Went into the kitchen.

"Young beauty." He said loudly, "Please buy this flower in my hand."

Ms. Jiang turned around and saw her son's outfit, she couldn't help smiling: "Sir, please tell me, why did I buy this flower?"

Jiang Fang is serious: "I can get the money and give it to my father, so he can take you out on a date."

Mother patted his head with a smile, looked up at Mr. Cruz, who was standing behind him, smiling, with a touch of red on his cheeks.

Jiang Fang has seen the best love in the world in her eyes.

So, from a very young age, he thought about how to treat him and how to make him happy every day if he had a lover in the future.

This nickname for a lover was also taught to him by his father.

My father told him that love with any gender is a gift from the **** of love.

For gifts, show them boldly and praise them so as to live up to them.

Jiang Fang's yearning for this gift ended at the age of twelve.

It should have been a pleasant summer family mountaineering.

A sudden storm destroyed it.

Mr. Cruz, who was aware of the changes in the sky, noticed the abnormality in advance when he was about to reach the top of the mountain.

The experienced former president of the mountaineering club hurriedly took his son down the most convenient mountaineering trail that he was familiar with.

He is worried that the rain will be heavy, they will not be able to go home tonight, and the wife who has never stayed at home alone after marriage will be worried.

But Mr. Cruz's weather forecast went horribly wrong.

Halfway through, they just hit the pouring rain.

He encouraged Xiao Jiangfang, who was depressed because he failed to climb to the top, while shielding him from the wind and rain with most of the rain gear, and went down the wet mountain road all the way.

Maybe because he cared too much about his son, Mr. Cruz, who was walking on the side of the mountain abyss, stepped on a puddle of wet mud, and the soles of his feet slipped.

He hurriedly stepped on a piece of land on the edge of the cliff.

However, after heavy rain and wind erosion, this land has long been soft and abnormal.

His body fell uncontrollably towards the bottom of the cliff!

Xiao Jiangfang was suddenly empty, and subconsciously grabbed his father's arm.

But he overestimated his power.

The father and son fell into the deep valley together.

Jiang Fang's body was small, and the vines on the edge of the cliff saved his life.

But the vines couldn't save his father's rapidly falling body.

Jiang Fang was suspended ten meters from the top of the cliff, and her entire body was suspended on the Baizhang high cliff.

His cheeks were smeared with blood, and his arms and legs were bruised to varying degrees.

He didn't dare to move.

Even with the slightest movement, the vines rooted in the rock rustled down a large swath of dirt and poured it all over his hair.

So, all he can do is wait.

Rescue teams arrived three days after mother reported missing.

Jiang Fang barely survived this hellish 72 hours by eating plant roots, drinking turbid rainwater, and singing to herself.

The torn body of my father was found from the bottom of the cliff only a week later.

Mother nearly fainted from crying.

She refused to go through any formalities, refusing to admit that the lifeless body in front of her was her husband.

Eventually, she screamed and was pulled for a valium shot.

Jiang Fang's tears almost dried on the edge of the cliff.

So now he is just sluggish, signing the corpse confirmation form with trembling bandaged hands.

But in the middle of the night, when she was awakened by a strong anxiety, came to the bathroom, and saw her mother hanging in the air, Jiang Fang still cried.

He rushed up and hugged his mother's feet and lifted her up with all his strength.

Jiang Fang exhausted all his strength.

Because he still remembers, because he failed to hold his father, he lost his father.

Mother tied the knot.

Fortunately, Jiang Fang's rescue this time was successful.

Mother was lying on the ground drowsy, breathing lightly, as if she wanted to suffocate herself to death.

Jiang Fang did not dare to cry too loudly, but just knelt in front of her mother and covered the dazzling rope on her throat, twitching her shoulders, letting the tears fall to the floor drop by drop.

"Don't leave me." He sobbed softly, "Mom, don't leave me."

Mother's eyes were hollow and she could not see him. Only muttering his father's name.

Ms. Jiang, who lost her loved one, was taken away from her soul.

She was soon fired from the supermarket where she worked for prolonged and unexcused absenteeism.

The family has lost its only income.

My father was a staunch dashing lifeist before his death. He didn't buy any insurance and only had a passbook on hand.

—Jiang Fang's university funds.

These days, medical bills, and rescue money from hiring a search-and-rescue team, quickly squander the money for the future.

Jiang Fang found out after calculation that his tuition was gone.

And, if there is no income, they will not survive this winter in Ukraine.

Study is impossible.

So, 12-year-old Jiang Fang decided to drop out of school, forged an identity certificate, and started his working career.

Jiang Fang thought that he would spend this most difficult time with his mother.

When my mother cheers up, she will definitely have a chance to go to school.

But Jiang Fang never imagined that her mother's love was neither warm nor eternal.

It's overflow, it's excess, it's a never-ending burn.

Soon, she became obsessed with everything that could numb her.

Tobacco, alcohol, illegal drugs.

Jiang Fang noticed her mother's depravity when she found that not a penny of the money she took home had been deposited into the bankbook.

At first, he seriously persuaded his mother.

At first, my mother was persuaded.

Jiang Fang stayed by her side and shed tears with her.

As a result, the loop does not terminate.

Mother is still repeating her alcoholic life.

Bad life - painful confession - confides her unending love - continues to indulge.

During the protracted reincarnation, Jiang Fang slowly stopped shedding tears.

He learned to hide money.

But my mother also learned to steal.

He learned to hide the money and not take it home.

Mother learned to use credit, and let the debt collectors come to her door, forcing Jiang Fang to take out her wallet.

Their life was like tormenting each other, but they couldn't let go.

The warmth of childhood, Jiang Fang is reluctant to let go.

Father left and mother became like this, how could he not care?

A day.

Because of his face and smile, Jiang Fang received a large tip and happily took it home, but as soon as he entered the door, he kicked down a half-empty wine bottle.

Dishes and vomit piled up in the sink.

Mother was leaning on the edge of the sofa.

Jiang Fang endured, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards the sink.

However, smelling the strong alcohol smell in the house, Jiang Fang finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He turned the faucet to the maximum and said to his mother, "Mom, forget about Dad."

"I don't want you to be harmed by alcohol. . . . In this world, you not only have dad, but also me."

"Please."

No response came from behind.

Jiang Fang lowered her head and continued to wash the dishes, wanting to give her mother enough time to think.

However, when he finished washing the dishes, wiped the water droplets off his hands, and turned around, he was shocked to find—

The mother stood coldly behind him, holding a fruit knife that still had the juice of the apple overnight.

Mother is a beauty.

Beauty with disheveled hair and still beauty.

However, the mother that day was like a ghost.

"You killed him, why do you want me to forget him?!"

"Have you forgotten him?!"

"Remember me! Remember!"

She pressed her son's head to the chopping board, grabbed his hair, and carved his father's initials on his side neck with a fruit knife.

As long as she leans a little bit, or starts a little harder, Jiang Fang may not need to see her like this again.

Jiang Fang quietly crouched on the chopping board, without resistance, as if waiting for rescue between the cliffs, waiting for his fate to come.

…Unfortunately, no.

Mother threw down the fruit knife stained with fresh blood, tugged at her hair, and ran back and forth in the room nervously, pacing.

Jiang Fang slowly got up, sat on the cold and hard floor, pulled the kitchen paper, and wiped the blood-stained collarbone clean.

He thought, it was useless.

About ten minutes later, his mother came over with a cigarette and led him out the door for the first time.

In the shady corner of the nearby block, she found a Chinese tattoo shop without a business license.

She pushed Jiang Fang, who was still bleeding, in.

The gloomy pretty face of the guest and the embarrassed child pushed in front of her shocked the tattoo artist who was smoking.

He asked: "…Guest, do you have any needs?"

Mother's hand holding the cigarette trembled violently.

Her red lips let out snow-white smoke, covering her eyes with a layer of mist.

It seems that she can completely block her sight in this way, and she can't see the blood dripping on Jiang Fang's neck in front of her.

"He misses his father so much."

"Take this name and make him a tattoo."

Because there is no license, there are not so many taboos and rules here, just do it for money.

Seeing Jiang Fang, the tattoo artist did not express any objection, nor did he ask much.

"There are a lot of nerves on this side of the neck," he hinted. "It will hurt."

Seeing no response from the guests and children, he had to silently prepare tools.

Jiang Fang was lying on the sterilized bed, not responding to the thin blade pierced into the neck by a needle, as if he was very dull.

The tattooist praised him softly: "Brave boy."

Jiang Fang's long eyelashes blinked, and the whole person looked a little dumb, like a beautiful doll: "Thank you."

That day happened to be Jiang Fang's 14th birthday.

A few days later, while still wearing a bandage on his neck and serving dishes in a restaurant, he was caught by the second owner of an underground casino.

After two weeks of special training, Jiang Fang stroked a pink peach heart-shaped tear at the corner of his eye and looked at himself in the mirror.

Bunny girl is very satisfied with her work: "How about it, looks good?"

Jiang Fang smiled and turned back, the smile in his eyes was so sincere that it was a little hypocritical: "It's beautiful. Thank you sister."

After giving up her plan to redeem her mother with spirit, Jiang Fang thought, at least give her the best life.

He began to find his own way of survival from the cracks.