"What's even more fortunate is that my face looks so much like his that he took me back without even thinking. I said my mother was sick and needed his help."
"He helped..."
"No, he didn't help." Qi Jinmo smiled and looked at Jian Shan, who looked confused. She remembered...
"He said that he would help his mother and cure her as long as I did things for him. I must be particularly talented in smashing, looting, burning, killing and arson, so I won his favor. He kept me by his side and said
Someone has already gone to my mother’s side.”
"..." Jian Shan held her breath, afraid to think any more...
"In the blink of an eye, three years passed. I stood out among the twelve or thirteen half-brothers and sisters. I asked him when my mother would come over."
"He said that my mother was doing well, but was very weak and was not suitable for traveling across the border. He asked me to wait a little longer. But by then I couldn't wait any longer, so I agreed, and the next day I went back to Italy on the pretext of being on a mission.
."
"..."
"When I got home, no one lived in the old apartment building. I stood at the door of my house, my heart beating faster than ever... There was a rusty iron lock hanging on the door..."
"Mom...has she moved away?"
Qi Jinmo looked at Jian Shan, "I thought so too, but I missed it so much that I kicked the door open. Xiao Juan, guess what I saw?"
"..." Jian Shan held her breath... Qi Jinmo's playful lips were now curled with cruelty.
Then he said four words.
Jian Shan has always felt that he was very pitiful. He was forced by his father to kill people and set fires at a young age. He lost his mother at a young age...
It turned out that the few words in his diary were his unspeakable hurt.
Perhaps... only when the heart is painful to the point of numbness, painful to the point of death... will such a Qi Jinmo be born.
Jian Shan looked at him...
"sad……"
"The way you looked at me was full of pity originally, is it even worse now?"
"Nonsense." Jian Shan chuckled, and a long-lost smile appeared on her face, making Qi Jinmo a little confused...
"What I said...is it funny?"
Jian Shan shook his head, "I just think... you are very powerful."
"..."
"Very smart and powerful." What was she doing when she was ten years old? Not to mention she only moaned and clung to her parents like a spoiled brat. Even if she was in Qi Jinmo's shoes, she couldn't do anything...
Maybe watching my mother die, and then dying myself...
"You used to be very powerful in my eyes, in a derogatory sense, but not anymore." Jian Shan said, "Not everyone can do this for their mother."
A ten-year-old child, riding a black wheel...in a foreign country...forced to kill and set fire...
Just to hold on to the only hope of survival for my mother...
And in the end, what he got was... a pile of bones.
It would be strange if his mind is not twisted...
No one will teach him right from wrong, no one will teach him what to do and what not to do...
Qi Jinmo twitched the corner of his mouth, "What's the use of doing more? Didn't you keep nothing in the end? When was your mother locked up? Did you cry so hard... Was she filled with despair, resentment and curses in the end?
Die..."
"Forget it."
Jian Shan held his hand with blue knuckles, "I seem to...understand."
"What do you understand?"
Qi Jinmo chuckled.
"As long as there is hope, you can't give up. Instead of thinking about what you don't have, it's better to seize every possibility and live well. Even if it means... using you, Qi Qi."
