put wildness in his heart

Chapter 149 You Are Not Him
The air was quiet for a while.

After talking for a long time, Wen Miao was a little thirsty. She looked around and saw the water dispenser on the island platform, and wanted to get up to get a glass of water.

But just halfway up, a hand suddenly stretched out and hooked her wrist.

This time there was no clothes, so the unique cool touch from the wrist when the skin was touching was particularly obvious.

Wen Miao paused when she got up.

She turned her head sideways, looked at Shen Jiayu, and heard Shen Jiayu say in a low voice, "That's Shen Tao."

Although the words sounded endless, Wen Miao knew who he was talking about.

The rumors about the Shen family are not all groundless.

At least the part of the story involving Shen Tao is basically true.

From Shen Jiayu's straightforward narration, Wen Miao simply pieced together the outline of the story.

Whether it's his mother Yu Que, his aunt Yu Xi, or even the two elders of the Yu family, Shen Tao's experiences are inseparable from Shen Tao.

When Shen Tao was born, Mr. Shen was still young and didn't know how to take care of the child. In addition, when the company was busy, the old lady's health was not very good, so he sent his son to a boarding school early.

After graduating from high school, he went to study in Germany.

After that, returning home, getting married, having children, everything is so logical.

As a result, a marriage caused two tragedies.

Yu Yu died in depression.

Yu Xi was sent to a nursing home.

One of the two daughters died and the other went crazy, and the second elder was hit and the other fell ill.

A good family, say goodbye and break up.

Mr. Shen has always felt guilty towards the Yu family. If he hadn't contributed to this marriage, he wouldn't have let his friend end up in ruins. He hasn't gotten along with his son for too long, and he doesn't know that his son has grown up outside. Such an asshole.

Humiliation, scolding, violence...that's just the basics.

What Shen Tao did secretly was much more than that.

Mr. Shen was in a hurry, but he had nothing to do with his son. In the end, he had no choice but to sever the father-son relationship with his son, and returned to Jiangzhou with his grandson.

However, Shen Tao was not reconciled to the old man killing his relatives righteously, and followed him all the way from Lecheng to Jiangzhou.

He took all his grievances on his closest relatives.

They both have the same surname of Shen, and both belong to the Shen family, but they are in completely different situations now.

One is the pampered little prince of the Shen family, and the other is people's gossip for conversation after dinner.

So Shen Tao became more and more willing to degenerate.

He is having a hard time now, and he doesn't want Shen Jiayu to have a good time.

Why?
Obviously he is Shen Yichuan's son, but Shen Yichuan is not even willing to see him again.

Let him be notorious.

Besides, anyway, he is not interested in being alive, and when he dies, he can still bring a back pad, no matter how he thinks about it, it is not a loss.

The story is long and long, spanning more than ten years and three generations.

To put it short is also short, just between Shen Jiayu's few words.

But every word in the story is heavy with blood, and every sentence also carries the weight of a life that has passed away.

Only now did Wen Miao finally understand why he had such extreme emotions when he saw Shen Tao.

Because what lay before him was not only the life and death of his mother, the life and death of his grandparents, but also the ruined life of his aunt, and more things that could not be said in detail.

It was Shen Tao who refused to let him go.

Time is not enough to heal everything, but it can make the wound look as smooth as it is now, so when Shen Jiayu talked about this, his tone would be as light as it is now.

It seems to be telling a story that has nothing to do with him and belongs to others.

But will these things pass?

It will never pass, and there is no way to pass.

Wen Miao was slightly startled.

It turned out that the fleeting and strong world-weariness she occasionally felt in Shen Jiayu before was not her illusion.

But something that actually exists.

After Shen Jiayu stopped talking, there was a long period of silence in the room.

Until Wen Miao's mobile phone dropped on the table made another sudden "ding dong" sound, breaking the unusually silent atmosphere.

Wen Miao came back to her senses in an instant.

Tilting his head and glanced, it was a message from Wen Yan.

Urge her to go home quickly.

Wen Yan probably thought she was having fun in the haunted house.

Continuing to ignore her brother's urging message, Wen Miao simply muted the phone, switched it to vibrate mode, and put it in her pocket as if she hadn't seen it.

She raised her head again and looked at Shen Jiayu.

Just as Shen Jiayu looked away from Wen Miao's phone, he caught a glimpse of the dialog box on her phone screen out of the corner of his eye, saw Wen Yan's name, guessed that Wen Yan probably told her to go back, so the topic changed accordingly: " I'll take you back—"

But before he finished speaking, Wen Miao interrupted him: "Shen Jiayu."

She called his name.

Shen Jiayu's voice paused, and he raised his eyes slightly.

Wen Miao hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and put it on his head, like he usually did, rubbing his head twice gently.

The boy's black hair felt too soft, like some kind of fluffy animal.

It was completely different from the sharpness in his eyes.

Shen Jiayu was slightly stunned.

Wen Miao looked at him firmly: "Whether Shen Tao is going to die or live is his business." Her eyes became very serious, "But you have to be good."

It was rare for her to have such a gentle tone when she said this.

"He wants to drag you into the water, and wants you to repeat his life, but you can't do this. You still have a lot of time in the future, and you still have a long, long way to go."

The girl's soft voice was like a breeze.

The distance between the two was so close that Shen Jiayu could even feel her warm breath brushing the skin on the side of his face one by one when he was talking, and when he raised his eyes, he could clearly see the touch of her eyes that belonged to him. silhouette.

Shen Jiayu's Adam's apple moved slightly, his eyes were deep and inexplicable.

"You're not like him."

"You're not him either."

Wen Miao looked at his dark pupils, and said word by word.

Shen Jiayu was quiet for a few seconds, his thick and deep black eyelashes half drooping, he didn't know what he was thinking, after a while, he suddenly asked: "Is this also what you said as the monitor?"

"No." Wen Miao withdrew her hand, leaned forward slightly, and rolled her eyes slightly, "This time as a friend."

Shen Jiayu's eyes flickered slightly, and some inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes, and he continued to ask: "What kind of friend?"

Wen Miao said without hesitation: "Of course it's the kind of friend who wants you to have a good life."

"..."

Shen Jiayu pursed the corners of his lips slightly, and the arc at the end of his eyes formed a straight line.

(End of this chapter)