Above Destiny

Chapter 490 Wine and Song

It’s bad, what should I do if I accidentally wipe out my friend’s family? Waiting online, it’s urgent.

In the awkward silence, Ji Jue and Wen Wen looked at each other, confused and complicated, doubly hesitant to speak. Ji Jue suddenly began to wonder if he had drunk too much. Otherwise, how could he hear such outrageous things?

He really wanted to ask Sister Wen if you were kidding.

Unfortunately, no, the expression on that familiar profile was still complicated, but unfortunately, there was no smile or playfulness at all.

"Wait, it's a bit messy... Let me sort it out..."

Ji Jue looked at her suspiciously, scratching his head and thinking for a long time, trying to confirm again, "Are those two who came yesterday your relatives?"

"Ah."

Wen Wen picked up the whiskey she had just opened again, without even adding ice, and drank the whole glass. After finishing it, she threw the glass down and picked up the bottle: "That Xinshu is my sister."

"Well……"

Ji Jue scratched his chin and sighed, "It really doesn't look like it."

"What's different?"

"Body shape?" Ji Jue measured his chest: "After all, it's average..."

Bang!
Wen Wen rolled her eyes and punched without thinking.

Fortunately, he held back a little, otherwise Huangxu Chaoba's casual punch would have been no different from Dayun's, and it almost shook Ji Jue's brains, causing him to go black.

"Don't be kidding!"

Ji Jue sighed and rubbed his numb shoulders: "Aren't you afraid that it will be too serious and you will feel uncomfortable?"

"Stinky boy."

Wen Wen glanced at him, sighed, and looked at the liquor in the bottle that was almost finished, and couldn't help but sigh again.

But I don’t know whether I should feel sorry for others or for myself.

“I find it hard to believe…”

She lowered her eyes and whispered softly: "You were such a well-behaved child when you were young, a crybaby who would only cry when you were bullied. Why did you become like this..."

"What about the one behind?"

Ji Jue asked, "Is the one in Hei Bulongdong also your relative?"

Snapped.

Cracks appeared on the wine bottle.

Wen Wen replied expressionlessly, "A pile of non-combustible garbage. Tsk! I should have burned it to ashes earlier... I broke his bones one by one and crushed him into mud, but I didn't expect he could still survive... Bugs are sometimes too tough."

"..."

Ji Jue couldn't help but shake his head.

I always feel that although they are all relatives, the difference in treatment is quite big.

But it was difficult to say anything, so I could only listen in silence.

He really wanted to give some advice, but he realized that all his words seemed to be full of sarcasm, so he could only keep silent.

Otherwise, what if I accidentally break Sister Wen’s defense? The key is that when her defense is broken, she will drink like crazy. When she drinks too much, her defense will be broken more severely, her fists will be harder, her punches will be more fierce, and it will hurt more when she hits people.

With my body, even if I was reborn, it would be like breaking a crispy shark in her hands. It’s better not to die like this, right?

"Hey, Ji Jue."

Amidst the silent drinking, Wen Wen suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?" Ji Jue looked over.

"A Su..." Wen Wen paused and pleaded stiffly: "Although she did something wrong, she is my sister after all. Can you give me some face?"

"what?"

Ji Jue was stunned: "This is really unlike you."

"No, I mean..." Wen Wen made up her mind and squeezed out a voice from between her teeth: "If she falls into your hands again, for my sake, give her a quick death."

"What?"

Ji Jue was confused and began to doubt his ears more and more.

No, sister, you have been struggling for so long, trying to please others and laying the groundwork, I thought you wanted me to let her go, but what does it mean to give her a quick death?
And, the key is...

"Sister Wen, who do you think I am?"

"..."

Wen Wen was speechless.

Who are you? Do I need to figure it out?
How you dealt with Pacquiao is almost becoming a horror story in Huangji!
Besides, do you think your re-employment assembly line is just for show?
A few days ago, the first batch of prisoners who had completed their sentences came out. They looked alive and kicking, but in fact, they were almost dead. No normal person would cry and scream and pull out his pants pocket when he saw an electric baton!

She rolled her eyes and asked bluntly: "What are you going to do if I don't tell you?"

of course?

Ji Jue thought without hesitation. The Chosen One is a treasure all over, and it is such a rare high-level heart hub. Not to mention the blessing, matrix and research value, the body is the most excellent spiritual conductor material. The heart, brain... the bones are simply infinitely useful. Well, first extract the soul and keep it for regular harvesting and extraction, and then...

That damn picture came to my mind as soon as I was tickled.

When I came to my senses, it was too late to deny it.

Wen Wen's eyes became sharp!

"Uh, cough cough..."

Ji Jue lowered his head and took a sip of wine, looking around and talking about something else: "You are worthy of it, Sister Wen, you should make a decision when necessary."

"fart!"

Wen Wen sighed tiredly: "Do I have any other way? What if it were you? What would you do if your family did something like this?"

"..."

Ji Jue fell silent for a moment and looked over there dimly.

Sister, is your question a bit like hell? No matter how serious the family dispute is, the premise is that there must be a family... Is the theme of our wine today to poke each other in the heart?
"Ah, sorry."

Wen Wen realized she had said something wrong after she asked the question, and she buried her head in drinking to hide her embarrassment.

"Nothing, it's been so long."

Ji Jue didn't care. "But, family...Ms. Lu and the others should also be counted, right?"

Xiaoling is a straightforward person, and the third sister and the youngest are also good kids with clear minds. There is nothing wrong with what Lu's mother teaches her children. Besides, there are surveillance cameras watching them 24 hours a day, so it is difficult for them to make mistakes... As for Lu Feng, well, he also acts like a human being.

He was just a remnant, not an ascendant, and could not be considered a messenger of justice who punished evil and promoted good. When family and justice were placed on both sides of the scale, one already knew which direction it would tilt towards.

He couldn't be as quick and decisive as Wen Wen.

In the eyes of the craftsman, everything has its own value, but some things are more valuable than others. Even so, he still won't allow this kind of "measurement" to happen.

He had been rolling and climbing all the way, desperately, wasn't it just for the freedom to be able to take out a hammer and smash the so-called balance at the critical moment?

"but……"

Wen Wen held the wine glass, as if hesitating and testing, to discern his expression: "You seem to have never talked about your father?"

"what?"

Ji Jue was suddenly confused. Why did he feel that Sister Wen was being silly today and started eating her own melon?
After a long while, he shook his head with emotion: "Maybe it's because I can't remember it?"

"Sorry." Wen Wen sighed.

"What's going on? It's really unlike you to keep apologizing and sighing." Ji Jue also poured himself another glass of wine and took a sip. "When I was old enough to remember, he had already passed away. It was said that it was an accident in the workshop, with intracranial hemorrhage. He was dead when he was sent to the hospital... But, I can occasionally recall some scenes from my childhood."

Those fleeting glimpses of the past.

Just for a moment.

It seemed like one night, after I had just finished soothing my child, the show on TV ended and turned into flickering snowflakes.

In the intervals between his dreams, he saw the man sitting at the table, writing and drawing intently.

I can't see his face clearly.

But the light from the desk lamp illuminated the back, outlining a reassuring outline. The cool breeze of the summer night blew gently, and the sound of insects chirped in the grass outside the window.

So, sweet dreams.

"Besides that, there are many other outrageous things happening."

Ji Jue smiled with emotion: "It is said that when I was a child, whenever my mother was not around and I cried, he would read the Handbook of Engineering Materials to me."

"And then you stopped crying?"

"And then he started crying even harder! Where in the world can you use something like this to comfort a child?"

“…Yes, indeed.”

Wen Wen nodded, unable to refute.

"My mother told me that my father was a dull person, taciturn, unromantic, and without much sense of ceremony.

To put it simply, it's like a wound-up watch, going on as planned, without fatigue or toil, its stability making people feel at ease yet helpless.

But when you look at the most precious thing in the world, your eyes sparkle like stars."

Ji Jue recalled his mother's expression at that time.

It is also filled with joy and happiness, as if it is describing the best person in the world.

Until now, Ji Jue can hardly remember what his father looks like. After so many years of bumps and twists and turns, the only thing left is a photo that his mother scanned and saved when she moved and disposed of old things.

In the wedding photo with a red background, the young man and his wife are holding hands tightly. Their smiles seem a little stiff, but when they look at the camera, they cannot restrain their happiness and expectation.

"so good."

Wen Wen sighed with envy, supported her chin, swirled the ice in the cup, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

I want to say something, but I don't know where to start.

Compared to the tiny bit of residual light in Ji Jue’s memories, she once thought that her life was illuminated by the sun.

But that sun was just an illusion.

There had never been any light, she just ran wildly in the darkness in delirium with unrealistic imaginations.

Even now, when I think of my father, besides resentment and anger, the most vivid thing is that smiling face that was like a mask.

It seems like nothing has ever changed.

Since she was a child, she felt that her father was the best man in the world, strong and powerful, and his smile was like the sun.

until……

He had that same smile on his face as he pushed another child into the incinerator.

He clearly didn't make any mistakes and clearly worked harder than anyone else. His only shortcoming was that he only worked hard until he was eleven years old, but was not able to wake up on his own.

The mistakes he made were worthless.

What was even more disgusting was that there was a moment when she actually felt that this was right and reasonable, and that it didn't matter if she died as a worthless piece of trash.

But no matter what, I can't forget the last look that child gave me.

With tears and smiles.

As if relieved, he said goodbye silently.

He escaped from the hell in flames, never to be seen again.

As the firelight illuminated her face, a thought she had never had before arose in her heart - would she be abandoned by her father like this one day?
From that day on, unspeakable fear and confusion rose from her heart, forcing her to work hard and suffer endlessly to win approval and praise.

Unconsciously, the brothers and sisters around me are decreasing one by one, and the relationship between them is gradually changing from warm and friendly to hostile.

Dad can only have one good child.

And that person is yourself!

It can only be yourself!
As a result, they were jealous of each other and killed each other.

Until she finally couldn't bear it anymore and escaped from that hell at all costs.

But did she really escape? Wasn't her previous rebellion just Wen Zheng's indulgence? And that scene, wasn't it something Wen Zheng intentionally showed her?
She couldn't take care of it.

Wandering and fighting all the way, biting and plundering in vain like a wild beast, lost in the world, and then, learning the rules of humans little by little, until it became the completely different appearance it is today.

When I look back, I realize what kind of monster I was in the past.

But every time she looked back, she would find that her past self was also looking at her.

From the beginning to the end, he was close at hand, and getting closer and closer, admiring her futile escape and avoidance, and never leaving her like a nightmare.

After all...it's hard to change one's nature.

"How ridiculous, myself."

Wen Wen closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and drank the remaining wine and ice in one gulp.

In the silence, she turned around and looked at the person next to her.

"Ji Jue?"

"Huh?" Ji Jue was puzzled.

For a moment, Wen Wen seemed to be hesitant to speak, but soon she started laughing, as if she had thrown away a heavy burden and felt relieved.

"No, it's nothing."

Wen Wen smiled and raised her glass, "Drink."

She said: "Thank you."

Such a gentle and happy smile...

Ji Jue had never seen that on her face.

In a moment of trance, he subconsciously picked up the wine glass.

With a crisp clinking sound, he drank it all in one gulp.

This was the last memory he could recall before he blacked out.

Everything behind it is so messy.

In the confusion of alcohol, he behaved unrestrainedly, played finger-guessing games and was caught cheating by rolling the dice. He even seemed to have performed a little show, but his backflip turned into a split.

I seem to have put my arm around Sister Wen's shoulders, patting my chest and promising that we are brothers, no need to waste words, I will definitely give your sister a clean death, and then I can make a wine glass with my head as a souvenir for you to drink with. If you don't want to use it, you can also use it to hold your father's ashes...

Then, I was hammered again!
I clearly had good intentions.

Anyway, when he woke up, his face was covered in bruises and his whole body looked like it had been run over by a truck.

My head hurts so much, I regret it so much.

It was already noon and my phone was filled with missed calls and unread messages.

Apart from advertisements and spam text messages, there are actually only two other things.

The first thing was that after drinking last night, Sister Wen kicked the door and beat up the owner and the clerk of the repair shop. After taking back her 1,600 yuan, she left.

The second thing is that she resigned.

Without waiting for any approval or permission, I just left a resignation letter on my desk, which finally came in handy.

Without any warning, he left without saying goodbye.

Late at night, Yu Shu couldn't sleep.

I tossed and turned, as if I had a dream, and when I woke up I was covered in cold sweat.

He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep again.

But in a trance, I heard the singing again, so distant and plaintive.

Above the vast ocean, the bright moon hangs high in the night, quietly reflecting the mist above the waves. Corrupted and bloated corpses float up and down in the waves, gathering like a tide, drifting towards a distant isolated island.

Lips opened and closed on corrupt faces filled with joy.

Happy souls sing loudly.

(End of this chapter)