The Star Light Shines When He Came

The door opening sounded slowly, and the housekeeper Li opened the door of Zhao Yiming's residence. A doctor and a cleaner were behind him.

The corridor light penetrated slightly into the quiet and dark room through the door, and the three of them had not entered yet, only feeling an unpleasant smell of alcohol rushing over their faces.

Butler Li's expression became more solemn. He entered the room first, turned on the light, and saw that the ground was full of empty wine bottles and cans, and there was almost no place to go.

Zhao Yiming was drunk and drunk. At this time, he was lying uncomfortably asleep on the sofa, smelling of alcohol and sweat all over, and I don't know how long he has not cleaned up.

The cleaner put on his gloves and started cleaning. Butler Li walked directly to the sofa with a sound.

Zhao Yiming slept deeply, but he seemed to have dreamed of something bad.

His eyes were tightly closed, his brows were furrowed, dense fine sweat oozes from his forehead, and the drunkenness on his face was also covered by the pale complexion. Butler Li subconsciously wanted to wake him up.

At this moment, Zhao Yiming suddenly yelled: "Don't...no..."

Steward Li swallowed what he had said, and saw that his expression became more painful, as if with fear and regret: "No, it's not like this... It's all my fault, it's her business... You must not hurt her... …"

The next moment, he suddenly woke up from his dream, covered in cold sweat, panting heavily, and staring blankly at the ceiling.

After a long time, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and slowly said as if a little helpless: "It's this dream again..."

When he said this, Zhao Yiming's expression was a little complicated, a little dazed, but a little at a loss.

It wasn't until Steward Li leaned down to wipe the sweat from his forehead little by little, that he found someone in the room.

After a moment of stunned, he opened his mouth and coughed, and his hoarse voice sounded: "...Uncle Li, why are you here?"

Butler Li changed a tissue and continued: "Master, you have always contacted the master once a month. This time it has been almost three months without a phone call. During the Chinese New Year, I sent a text message saying that I will not be back this year. Master, can I not worry about you? , So let me come to see you quickly."

"I'm okay." Zhao Yiming shook his head and sat up, "making grandpa worried. I'll call him to report that he is safe soon."

Steward Li was silent for a moment when he heard the words, and then cautiously said as if tentatively: "Master, you really don’t look like nothing is going on. Li Shutuo has a big time. Would you like to ask Master what annoying you have recently encountered? Can’t solve it, I wonder if you can talk to the master, maybe..."

Zhao Yiming pressed his temples and shook his head slowly: "It's useless."

When Mr. Li saw this, he shut up and said no more, and only motioned to the doctor to come forward and examine him.

Zhao Yiming drank the porridge, took the medicine, and took a simple shower. Then he called Mr. Zhao to report his safety.

After the phone call, he sat on the floating window sill and gently closed his eyes. The boundless darkness instantly flooded him, overlapping with the scenes in the dream.

Lin Zhiwei flying naked/photos, unbearable verbal abuse on the Internet, people sneered at her eyes, wanton beatings, isolation and rumors arrangement... and finally she cut her wrists in the bathtub with a relief smile and died.

These scenes tortured him day after day in his dreams, accompanied by the vicious curse of "Go to hell" that seemed to ring in his ears, so that he could only numb himself with alcohol.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yiming suddenly opened his eyes, and the whole person shrank into a ball with horror.

The clothes he had just changed on were almost soaked in sweat, but he didn't seem to notice it at all. He just hit the wall with his head in pain.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. Since seeing the CD-ROM Jie Fei gave him, as long as he closes his eyes, these images will flash repeatedly in his mind.

It's real as if it really happened.

Could it be... all of this is true? It's probably because he really designed Lin Zhiwei to commit suicide in his last life, so the old genius punished him like this in this life.

Maybe a life can end this painful torture, and he will not let go of the culprit who caused all this!

...

Almost in the few days before and after, Yang Junhui and Wu Haixin, who worked hard labor, accompanied wine girls, or used physical disabilities to beg, received an exquisite banquet invitation post. .

The invitation stated that this Saturday, their former classmates specially set a thank-you banquet in the most luxurious restaurant in order to thank them for their help, and there will be generous gifts.

An expensive air ticket and a large amount of board and lodging expenses came with the invitation.

When Yang Junhui began to see the invitation, of course they had doubted whether it was a liar or a prank, but when they saw the pink handful of hundred-dollar bills, they instantly dispelled their concerns.

Although they don't remember if they really helped any classmate, they are already convinced in their hearts that they must have done good deeds.

They couldn't help but start to fantasize in their minds, even thinking about how to repay their gratitude, let this mysterious old classmate save themselves from this dayless and hard life, and then put on their shirts to stretch out their hands and open their mouths for happiness. life.

A few days passed in a flash, and these people successively arrived in City A on Friday.

Standing at the entrance of the magnificent hotel, looking at the gorgeous and high-profile decoration, their mood is really a bit complicated.

On the one hand, they were a little worried about whether they were looking for the wrong place. When I went to the counter to check in, I was very nervous. On the other hand, I slapped my tongue at the big hand of the mysterious old classmate. When they really got the check-in room card, they felt very worried. I am more determined to live a better life.

Without dreaming until dawn, they just felt that they had the best sleep in their lives last night.

After getting up from the soft big bed reluctantly, they began to pack themselves seriously-after taking the most comfortable bath for so many years, putting on their best clothes, be sure to let themselves leave for their old classmates. impression.

However, after they entered the box one by one, they realized that it turned out that it was not just themselves, but also so many old acquaintances.

It's just that everyone left their hometown one after another in order to make a living, and they ran away.

"You... have you had a good time in the past few years?" Yang Junhui was the first to speak. He has always been the boss of this group of people, and he has always pointed out where other people are fighting.

"Just like that, I can barely live." Wu Haixin smiled bitterly, "I haven't graduated from high school, and I can't find any good jobs...not to mention, I still have so many ugly scars all over my body, and I don't even want to buy a face. People see..."

The other girls were in the same situation, especially the two who had been inseparable from Wu Haixin before, both nodding their heads with wry smiles.

As for the men who used to follow Yang Junhui, although the scars did not affect them so severely, the broken hands and feet prevented them from doing heavy work, standing and walking for long periods of time, and even when the weather turned overcast. When it rains, the wound will be painful and unbearable.

So most of them live by picking up rubbish, collecting waste and begging, and live by themselves.

"...I'm sorry everyone, if it weren't me, you wouldn't bully..." At this point, he couldn't say anything anymore, and he had an inescapable responsibility for this matter.

But he didn't feel that he was sorry for Zhang Yiming. This kid had such a good family background, but made them misunderstand. Later, he caused them to torture them thousands of times, not only interrupting their hands and feet, but also not allowing family members to help them live and go to school. , In the end, they can only be forced to walk away to ask for life.

In the end, they were just playing around, making some fun in the boring life, and never thought about making him unable to live, and he didn't suffer any serious injuries.

What's more, he eventually became the heir of Zhao's enterprise. He was actually so narrow-minded. They were just teenage underage children at the time. He was able to lay such a heavy hand. It was really vicious and selfish.

If it weren't for considering his inability and power, Yang Junhui would retaliate against the hardship he suffered!

The atmosphere was a little low, Wu Haixin smiled and stood up and clapped his hands: "Don't talk about the past. It's hard to get together again and say something happy!"

Everyone laughed and agreed. The door suddenly opened. Everyone turned to look over and saw a row of waiters with wine and vegetables put on the table one after another: "The gentleman who ordered the box has to come here later, he explained. Please eat first, don’t wait for him."

So Yang Junhui and the others began to eat and stuff, and unknowingly fell one by one.

When they woke up again, the sky was already a bit dark.

A musty smell entered his nose, and Yang Junhui blinked to adapt to the night, and then found himself locked in a deserted house.

His heart suddenly "cocked", and a bad premonition struck him.

Regardless of the painful head, Yang Junhui quickly got up and walked to the iron door to check, and then confirmed that he had really guessed it. The door was indeed locked with an iron chain, and the window was welded to the iron window.

The others also woke up one by one, babbling, "What's the matter with us?"

"Where is this? Don't we have a big meal in the hotel?"

Yang Junhui was even more painful by their voices. He slammed the door: "Don't make a noise!"

The surroundings were silent for an instant, and everyone looked at each other, and for a while he continued: "We have been talking, now the top priority is to figure out a way to get out...Is the phone on my body?"

The expected answer, no.

"Look for something, and see if there is anything you can use." Yang Junhui tried his best to restrain his anxiety, "Huzi, you have a loud voice, stand at the window and shout out to see if anyone can hear it."

A group of people got busy immediately, but apart from the bucket of water in the corner, they had nothing to gain.

Everyone sat on the ground while resting while discussing countermeasures. At this moment, Wu Haixin screamed "Ah" and jumped up: "Where is the water? It wets my new clothes--"

Before she finished her words, Yang Junhui's voice interrupted her: "No, this is not water, it's gasoline."

One person suddenly realized: "Ah, it's the bucket of water in the corner just now... Uh, oil, who accidentally knocked it over?"

Then in the dimly lit room, after a soft "click", there was a flash of fire.

Everyone realized that there was another stranger in the room who didn't know anyone. A group of people were scared enough, or screamed or shivered and avoided him.

Yang Junhui was also flustered and shaking hands, cold sweat broke out, for fear that he would throw the lighter into the gasoline in the next moment.

He swallowed and asked, "Who are you?"

The man twitched his mouth: "You eat mine and live mine and use mine, but you don't know who I am?"

"Old classmate?" Yang Junhui calmed himself, "Who are you?"

The man sneered, slowly pulled down his hood, and looked at everyone with a sarcastically smile: "It's only been three years since I haven't seen you, why do you bring joy to your boring time and let the'old classmates' you play with? Forgot?"

Yang Junhui's eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't believe it: "It's you, Zhang Yiming!"

"Of course it's me." Zhao Yiming smiled silently, "Look at how good I am to you, and let you have a good meal before you die, so that you can be full of dead ghosts after you die."

"What are you trying to do?" Yang Junhui's throat stiffened, and only trembling after a long while, "Although we people are insignificant, they are not without a trace. If so many of us die here inexplicably, you No matter how powerful your family is, you should not escape being suspected."

"Heh." Zhao Yiming chuckled, "You don't have to threaten me, I didn't intend to survive from the beginning."

"Look at how beautiful this flame is. Doesn't it look like the flame you used to burn my hair back then?" He looked at the flame and said softly. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yang Junhui's movement to rush up. He shrugged indifferently, "Don't If you want to act rashly, if you accidentally scare me... this lighter will fall, and then... it explodes with a'bang', and it's bloody..."

This group of people was immediately scared and huddled together tremblingly.

Seeing his appearance, Yang Junhui didn't dare to act rashly anymore. He lowered his posture and was ready to persuade Zhao Yiming: "In the past, we were young and ignorant, so don't take it to heart. Now you are living so well, why bother for us. People catch yourself, it's not worth it..."

While talking, he secretly looked at Zhao Yiming’s face and saw that he was indifferent to what he said. He gritted his teeth and said cruelly: "We were wrong before, and you should be angry. We will beat and scold with you until you finish venting, you see. ——"

"Hahahaha!" Zhao Yiming suddenly laughed.

Then when Yang Junhui and the others were puzzled, the next moment they watched the lighter thrown into the gasoline by him.

The scorching flames spread in an instant, and the whole house was burnt in a few seconds.

Everyone immediately screamed and fled, but in an instant they were swallowed by the mad flames, and the tragic cry of pain one after another, accompanied by Zhao Yiming's laughter, made people shudder strangely.

When the fire brigade and the police arrived, the area was burnt to ruins. After investigation, this was the revenge caused by the school violence three years ago. The abuser and the perpetrator died together, so they had no choice but to stop.

However, due to this terrifying revenge case, the number of school violence incidents across the country has been reduced for a while, but the Zhao company really has no heirs.

Lin Zhiwei sighed after knowing this. He used to have such a tragic experience, no wonder he had some mental problems.

But she never thought that Zhao Yiming would die like this. Although she hated him too, she didn't hate him to the point of wanting him to die.

But she was so sad, because next was her wedding with Jaffe, and she couldn't be distracted.

The wedding was a bit simple, so we invited relatives and friends from the two families. However, when Zhou Antian received her wedding invitation, she was shocked. After knowing that the bridegroom was the Jaffe they were thinking of, she was even forced by a few people. Telling the love story of the two.

Spring and autumn have passed, and decades of time have passed quickly, and Xie Fei and Lin Zhiwei have spent their entire lives in such love.

As a mathematician who has made outstanding contributions to the mathematics of this era, Xie Fei is most talked about by his love for his wife and children, which is truly better than a day.

It is also because of this. Although his research has made the course of mathematics more difficult, more people love him than hate him.

After all, he is handsome, has a high IQ, and a mathematician who dotes on his wife and son...It seems that there is really no one.

Moreover, their love stories have also made many little girls envy, and even the attendance rate of mathematics class has reached a peak, entering the era of rapid development of mathematics.

The author has something to say: This little world is over~~

I want to start preparing for the ending of the main line, so the next update should be three days later.

There will be a chapter of Fanwai Collection. I will choose a few worlds and write them together as a Fanwai. Now I only think about the Fanwai of this world. If there are worlds I want to see, I can comment on it. I will write it if I have an idea