Zhang Wendong quickly took out a few tissues and handed them to Sheng's mother and Sheng. "People cannot be resurrected after death, and living people must live well no matter how much they miss them. I believe Sheng Kuang and Uncle Sheng are alive in heaven, and I hope
You can live a good life."
Sheng's mother sobbed softly and nodded lightly. "Good boy, don't worry. Shenghui and I will take good care of ourselves. It's a rare occasion for you to come here. Please sit for a while and Auntie will make you lunch."
Zhang Wendong said quickly: "Auntie, don't bother me, I'll leave after a while."
Sheng's mother wiped her tears and said, "Don't be polite. Sheng and I have been very depressed these days. We often attract people's attention. Almost no one wants to talk to us. Even our relatives have become estranged from us. You just
Sit down for a while and talk to the two of us."
Zhang Wendong couldn't refuse anymore, so he had to say: "That's really troublesome for you. Do you need my help?"
Sheng's mother said quickly: "It's okay, you're welcome, just sit down."
Zhang Wendong sat quietly on the chair, looking a little reserved. His eyes once again stayed on the photo frame on the table, and his head suddenly became confused. He seemed to be hallucinating, and a voice shouted hysterically in his ear:
"Dad! Mom and Sheng are still waiting for us to go home, Dad!"
Sad and painful emotions couldn't help but spread to Zhang Wendong's heart. He covered his ears and murmured: "Stop shouting, stop shouting..."
He resisted the memories that suddenly broke into his mind, but he was deeply trapped in them. After a while, his face was filled with tears, and it seemed as if a huge stone was weighing on his heart, making him so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Sheng looked at Zhang Wendong's abnormal appearance and showed concern.
"I just see things and miss people..." Zhang Wendong pointed to the photos on the table in a panic. He wiped the tears on his face and said, "Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom."
"Okay, you go this way." Sheng looked at him worriedly and pointed in the direction of the bathroom.
Zhang Wendong quickly walked into the bathroom, locked the door, and rinsed his face with cold water. After a while, his face, hair and collar became wet.
He looked at himself in the mirror and said in a hoarse voice: "Zhang Wendong, wake up. You are not Sheng Kuang. Are you confused? Their family has nothing to do with you. Why are you looking for trouble? It's irrelevant to come here to disturb you."
people?"
But Zhang Wendong immediately changed his tone and tone. He pointed at himself in the mirror and said displeasedly: "But these mother and daughter are helpless and so pitiful. You have the kindness to come and visit them. This is human nature."
It’s common sense, what’s wrong?”
"But Sheng Kuang is a duplicitous spy. He colluded with ICV and harmed so many innocent people. Why do you want to have anything to do with him?" Zhang Wendong asked himself in a low voice. There seemed to be two people in his body.
The quarreling souls, each insisting on their own opinions and refusing to give in to each other, made his head become chaotic and blurred.
"You clearly know that he is forced to do nothing! He is being coerced and is in a difficult situation. If he doesn't pretend to obey and please the ghost eyes, then he and his family will be killed. He is also a poor person, do you understand?"
Zhang Wendong slammed the sink and said to himself again: "No matter how pitiful he is, he cannot pass on his pain to others and let irrelevant people bear all this! Those who were harmed by ICV
Aren't they pitiful? Aren't they pitiful for those companions who were kept in the dark by him and played tricks on them? Aren't they pitiable for An Ran and Chen Ye who believed in him but died because of him? "
Zhang Wendong's eyes were red. He changed his tone and said angrily: "He didn't want to kill anyone at all, but he had no other choice! If it were you, what would you choose? Do you want to watch your loved ones being killed?
Kill?"
His expression suddenly turned contemptuous again, and he argued sternly: "He could obviously choose a better way. He could be honest with the people in the Security Bureau and seek help. Instead of abandoning his conscience and becoming a lackey for evil purposes! He abandoned others for himself.
He is selfish, shameless, and has no moral bottom line at all!"
Zhang Wendong's face turned red, and he said angrily: "You are talking nonsense! I simply..."
"'I', why do you say 'I'? Wake up, I am Zhang Wendong, I am Zhang Wendong." He slapped his head repeatedly, trying to get rid of the memories and resentment that did not belong to him.
Get it out of your own mind.
Zhang Wendong turned on the faucet again and rinsed his face with cold water. "Calm down, calm down. You are not Sheng Kuang. Don't hate or be angry for him."
However, those mixed memories that originally belonged to Sheng Kuang took root in his mind and haunted him all the time. He couldn't separate those memories out at all. He leaned on the sink in confusion and slowly slid to the ground. He
He hit the ground in pain, his fingers were numb and painful, but he seemed not to notice it.
He grabbed his hair and shouted desperately: "Get out of my head, get out! Sheng Kuang, don't pester me anymore!"
"What's wrong with you? Who are you talking to?" Sheng outside heard Zhang Wendong's shouting and knocked on the door anxiously. "Are you okay?"
After a while, Zhang Wendong slowly got up from the ground. His face was pale and he seemed to be a lot more haggard. He pulled himself together and said, "It's okay. I just made a phone call with my team members. They
They didn't do things well and got into big trouble. I couldn't hold back my anger for a moment, so I scolded them severely."
Sheng then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I heard you yell so loud just now, and I thought something happened inside."
Zhang Wendong said apologetically: "I'm sorry, did I scare you? I'm really sorry." He rubbed his dizzy head and whispered to himself: "What the hell is wrong with me?"
He really couldn't figure out why the memories that should have belonged to Sheng Kuang suddenly flooded into his mind, making it impossible for him to get rid of them. He even felt the same way as Sheng Kuang's grief, anger and hatred.
He still couldn't resist the urge to visit Sheng Kuang's family today. You know, he actually doesn't have that deep a relationship with Sheng Kuang, and he has never met his family. Why would he care about the safety of his mother and sister?
Zhang Wendong rubbed his head, really puzzled. Suddenly, Lu Jiayin's innocent and immature face appeared in his mind. His originally chaotic mind seemed to have finally found a clue.
That's right, it was after he accidentally met the child that he started to behave strangely. Could all this unexplainable thing have something to do with her?
