Please walk slower in the wind, please walk slower in the rain. If you don't let me accompany you, I can only follow closely behind.
----"Quotations of Zhang Xiaoxian"
Kim Taeyeon is angry, she is really angry.
Roaring anger surged forward, but Kim Taeyeon, who had no expression on her face, grinded her teeth and stepped on the man's hand. The clear sound of bones being crushed and the scream of pain accompanied Kim Taeyeon.
Yan's roar of a ferocious smile echoed in the night sky: "I, a blind man, can't see anything, so I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know what I stepped on." As she spoke, Kim Taeyeon pressed harder, almost trying to knock the other person off.
His hands destroyed and trampled it to pieces.
Seeing the beautiful Kim Taeyeon who was trampling and trampling others like crazy with anger, she couldn't stop crying. She was afraid of such Taeyeon. The man who smiled tenderly and gave her gifts before seemed to be someone else. That Taeyeon who enjoyed being clean in the sun is now with
The dark night merged into one, her calm eyes were now wide open with excitement, and she was smiling filthy and bloody, which made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts. Where did the Taeyeon she knew go... Which one is Taeyeon?
Yan...which one is it?
The doubt was like a huge whirlpool that made Jiaren feel like the world was spinning and she fell to the ground. The facts before her eyes were too cruel. The clear sense of existence and visual impact made Jiaren unable to deceive herself and say that everything was false.
"Taeyeon, stop, stop..." The beauty cried loudly and shouted to Kim Taeyeon.
Her back was shaken, and Kim Taeyeon, who had a distorted expression, slowly slowed down her movements and then stopped and stood with her back to the beauty for a long time. The beauty's cries came intermittently from behind her. There was no more wailing sound under her feet, and she was probably unconscious.
Die.
Kim Taeyeon turned around and walked towards the crying beauty and stretched out her hand.
"Don't touch me."
With a "pop" sound, the beauty opened Kim Taeyeon's hand. With tears in her eyes, the beauty looked at Kim Taeyeon's face with some blood stains. Even though she was rejected, Kim Taeyeon still stood coldly. She didn't even frown when her hand was opened.
Wrinkling. She shook her head in pain. This terrifying man was not the Taeyeon she knew.
"You're not Taeyeon...you're not." Jiaren loudly refuted the facts she saw with her eyes.
"This is me, beauty."
"You're not." The beauty's tears flowed even more fiercely.
The cold fingertips gently touched the beauty's cheek, and the coldness of the fingers made the beauty's heart tremble. These hands had just taught those people a terrible lesson.
Kim Taeyeon once again answered affirmatively: "This is me. I told you so!"
"Taeyeon...who are you?" Her agile skills, calm attitude and cruel explosive power make it impossible to imagine her as an ordinary person, an ordinary office worker working in a large company. After what just happened, Kim Taeyeon
It was like a mysterious white veil covering her body, making her origins and life experience even more confusing.
Hearing this question, Kim Taeyeon's gray eyes showed a puzzled look, as if she was stumped by this question and as if she wanted to play a prank, she said in a bad and pleasant tone: "Who do you think I am? I am who you are, in your mind
The ideal Taeyeon is also me. Who do you think I am? Who should I be?"
This time, it was the beauty who was asked the question. Her question just now was too sharp and selfish, as if she was angry because the current Taeyeon was not her ideal and she was disappointed. Taeyeon was right, whether she is gentle or cruel
She is her, she is the one who perfects Taeyeon's image without authorization.
"I'm sorry, Taeyeon. I..."
Putting a finger on Beauty's lips, Kim Taeyeon shushed softly: "You don't have to apologize to me. Beauty, do you understand? We are not from the same world. You can think that the person you see now is me.
The real me." Her fingers left the beauty's lips, and Kim Taeyeon pulled her up.
"Go back."
"But your injury..." Because she rejected Kim Taeyeon just now, the beauty is a little embarrassed now, but she is still worried about Kim Taeyeon's injury. Besides that she still likes her deeply, she was also hurt for her own sake.
Kim Taeyeon responded to the beauty's worries in an understated manner: "I'm used to this little injury. I'll deal with it myself when I get back."
Looking at Kim Taeyeon's moving back, the beauty pursed her lips tightly. She said she was used to it? It seemed that she had often encountered these things before. Would a secretary get used to this kind of thing? The beauty was very curious, but she also knew what Kim Taeyeon was.
No one would say anything to her. She always keeps a distance from herself. It can also be said that it is a kind of rejection. She refuses others to approach and refuses others to enter her restricted area. Smiling at others is just Taeyeon's habit.
In disguise, those cold eyes are always paying attention to the loopholes in others, and then seize their gaps to execute them.
"Finally found it."
Wang Long, who was opening the door, glanced back vaguely out of the corner of his narrow eyes. His eyes flashed with excitement and brightness in the darkness, and he quickly and powerfully raised his back elbow and struck back violently.
A pair of big hands suddenly blocked the defense and whispered in a low voice: "What a special meeting gift."
Wang Long suddenly turned around with cold eyes, then was stunned for a moment and immediately his face was covered with frost: "Why is it you?"
The man standing in front of her with a disgusting smile was none other than Wang Jianchun. He and Wang Jianchun were not acquaintances, and they should not have interacted with each other. Why did Wang Jianchun appear in South Korea?
She knew very well that Zhang Xiaoxian was a wealthy man. Zhang Xiaoxian was very thoughtful but had clear likes and dislikes that could be seen at a glance. But Wang Jianchun was different. Every time she saw her, she had a smile on her face that was superficial but not smiling.
She thought that this kind of person was the most understanding and stupidest. In fact, it was just the opposite. Every time she looked into Wang Jianchun's eyes silently, she couldn't see what was going on in Wang Jianchun's heart. This kind of person was not so much the deepest person in the city.
It would be better to say that she was insidious and cunning. It would be better if you didn't offend her. If you offended her, she would not even know how she died.
"Don't you invite me in to sit down?" Wang Jianchun asked.
Wang Long tilted his head and sneered: "Am I familiar with you?"
The smile on Wang Jianchun's face disappeared and she stared at Wang Long, who was not willing to be outdone and gave her an indifferent look in return.
"Do you think I should call the police and tell the police that there is a man covered in blood standing here. Are you injured somewhere? This won't work. Since I saw you, I will be responsible for taking you to the hospital."
Wang Long gritted his teeth and glared at Wang Jianchun. After a long time, he took a deep breath and suddenly opened the door and made an invitation gesture: "Please come in." Wang Long grinded his teeth until he made a squeaking sound.
After inviting Wang Jianchun into the house, Wang Long followed her. Seeing Wang Jianchun sitting unceremoniously on the sofa in the living room of his home, he frowned slightly and went back to the room to change clothes without saying a word.
Soon after, she came out of the room. Wang Jianchun seemed to be thinking about something at this time, with a gloomy side face full of thoughts.
"I came here suddenly to cooperate with you."
Before Wang Long could ask Wang Jianchun about his purpose, she explained it herself.
"Cooperation? Us?" Wang Long asked in a funny and surprised way. Did she hear it correctly? This man wants to cooperate with her? Is there anything good for them to cooperate with?
The smile on Wang Jianchun's face deepened and became meaningful: "Yes. Let's work together... to kill Li Datong, right?"
Wang Long's eyes twitched and he quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Wang Jianchun, who was sitting on the sofa with an undiminished smile: "Shut up."
She yelled coldly. The muzzle of the black hole's gun was pressed against her eyebrows: "You are so disrespectful to our elder brother, I should kill you now."
Wang Jianchun was not afraid and did not hold her tongue, because she had no intention of returning alive when she came, but as long as she had breath in this country, she would not give up her plan to kill Li Datong. However, she was investigating the breakthrough of this important plan.
More than ten days later, I discovered that the man turned out to be Wang Long.
"Is it because I told you your wish that you became angry?"
"Wang Jianchun."
A file was thrown on the table in front of Wang Long. When Wang Long picked it up and opened it, his face turned pale.
"Wang Long, male, 33 years old, an orphan. At the age of 13, he smuggled himself to South Korea and lived on the streets with a gang of gangsters. At the age of 16, he got into a fight and was seriously injured because of the overwhelming number of people.
Jiang Jue, the eldest brother of Jianghu, accidentally picked him up on his way back and took him as his younger brother. In three years, you quickly grew into Jiang Jue's right-hand man and was used by her. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. In the fourth year... Jiang Jue died."
Wang Long's finger on the trigger said "Oh?" Wang Jianchun seemed very happy to see Wang Long's painful expression.
"Did Jiang Jue's death pain you so much?"
"Wang Jianchun, I will never allow you to insult my eldest brother. Hearing that he saved my life, I have nothing but admiration for my eldest brother."
"It should be 'former brother', right?" Wang Jianchun corrected deliberately.
Wang Long glared at Wang Jianchun angrily, but she still did not pull the trigger of the pistol in her hand.
"Li Datong killed him and then took the position of eldest brother. Am I right?" Wang Jianchun said word by word with Wang Long's distorted expression in his eyes.
"You're right...you're right." Suddenly taking a deep breath of cold air, Wang Long slowly put down his gun and sat slumped on the sofa, immersed in the memories of the past.
"I have been living on the streets since I was a child without parents. After smuggling to South Korea, my life was no better than when I was in China. It was even more depraved. I did everything to survive. Stealing, robbing, and fighting were commonplace. Not like that.
I might not have money to eat, so I was sent to a labor camp." As he spoke, Wang Long raised his eyelids and glanced at Wang Jianchun, who had a gloomy expression, and said mockingly: "I took drugs when I was playing crazy, so what I said must be true.
You, a young man who has been pampered since childhood, will not understand."
This sentence hits home Wang Jianchun's pain point, because it is hard to imagine that Wang Lung once lived such a low and dirty life from the bright clothes and the luxurious house he lives in now.
"In a fight when I was sixteen years old, I accidentally stabbed the opponent's leader to death with a dagger. I was almost beaten to death. That was my first time killing someone, and it was also the first time I knew that a knife could be so sharp.
It enters the soft human body at an indescribable speed. When it is pulled out, it will make a puffing sound and warm blood will spurt out."
Wang Long described the scene to Wang Jianchun in a pleasant way. Seeing the wrinkles between Wang Jianchun's eyebrows deepening, she smiled softly: "Actually, I only remember falling next to a car and losing consciousness. I woke up."
I was brought back to the group. Later someone told me that Brother Jiang Jue brought me back. At that time, I was only sixteen years old, embarrassed and useless. How could the elder brother accept me as his younger brother? I was just one of her subordinates.
One of them, no, I can't even be called a subordinate, I can only be the kind of errand boy. The eldest brother will not remember me at all, but I keep an eye on him. He said that we can't change our destiny, so we can only change it.
Ourselves. So in order for her to see me among the many people, and to get close to him, I kept working hard, kept participating in gang wars, and kept...killing people."
"Three years, sounds very short, right? But for me, it was a hellish life, not physical but mental torture. Killing, killing, killing, that became my necessary life.
There are only dead people around me. Can you imagine? In my dream, there are dead people everywhere, and you can still feel the smell of blood in your throat when you breathe." Wang Long no longer had the painful expression on his face, she said numbly and calmly.
Seeing her past clearly, Wang Jianchun could imagine Wang Long, covered in blood, pulling the trigger indifferently, with a corpse lying at his feet and the wailing of the widow lingering in the air. She wanted to get the recognition of that person, and wanted to stand by her side.
And kept working hard.
"Being recognized by the boss and promoted to the right-hand man at the age of twenty is not something worth showing off. I was young and quickly reused and made a lot of enemies in the group. I don't mind being isolated, let alone becoming a killer. I just want to be single-minded.
I thought it would be nice to be able to relieve the boss' worries, but... just like what you said, Li Datong planned an unexpected shootout to kill him, and then he successfully took the position of boss."
"But the person you are assisting now is the murderer of Jiang Jue. Since you regard Jiang Jue, the boss, as so important, why don't you kill him?"
