[R18] Paradox [siblings] – “Paradox [Sister and Brother]” Extra “The Weaver” [English]

“Anything that makes people happy,”

“It often becomes a source of misfortune for him.”

——Goethe, “The Sorrows of Young Werther”

I can’t remember how many cloudy days it was in my life. The leaden clouds were sinking little by little.

Like water dripping from an old rag that had been tightened, snap, snap.

Finally, after the stinginess of the day, it rains.

That was eight years old.

“The visa is almost ready, and the house in Australia will be delivered early next year.”

The vegetable leaves on the tips of the chopsticks suddenly fell, and the child suddenly raised his young face to look at his mother.

The brown vegetable juice rolled on the white coat, eventually seeping into the inside and turning into a stain that was difficult to remove.

“But mom, if we leave here, my sister won’t be able to find us.”

“Your sister has forgotten you a long time ago, why are you still thinking about her?”

But my father had a cold face——

“You don’t have a sister.”

After that, he didn’t care what wonderful plans his parents had planned in their conversation. Because of his mistake in table manners, the door of the solitary room was closed again.Even though he was young, Ling Qingyuan was very clear about the consequences of his words and deeds, but that still couldn’t stop him from making mistakes again and again, let alone the long nights of loneliness that followed those mistakes.He still remembers how he fell into dreams crying and howling in the first few years and woke up from nightmares repeatedly.The second hand circles, the water pipes whine, and the homeless cats tear the night apart with their cries.

It was not until later that he could lean against the window edge leisurely and feel the life awakened by the thunder and lightning.

he is Ling Qingyuan.

The successor of the Ling family, whom outsiders say is loved and loved, is nothing but a scam to him.

If the love of parents is a confinement room, then there is indeed nowhere to escape in his life.

The young child’s eyes were swollen from crying, and he carefully took out the notes from the cartoon cover.

“On x month x day of xx year, I was dressed in clothes for 2 days”

Eight years old is an age where you can’t even make decisions for yourself. After asking for help time and time again but being slapped on the head and treated as a joke, he discovered that the matter of blood relationship really makes no sense.People’s joys and sorrows are not connected with each other. The adults at that time couldn’t understand it, and the same was true for he.But he was determined to let people know, and he vowed that one day he would let everyone know what they had done and what they had not done.

The day-by-day timeline in the notebook constitutes his childhood.

But he is still on the cover, leaving a corner of hope.

——December 8, XX, 172 days waiting for my sister to come back

He is not alone, he thought stubbornly, he also has a sister.

Only my sister can understand he.

If my sister can leave here, she will definitely be able to take him out of here.

From then on, the face that seemed familiar to me was no longer even a specific image, but a symbol, a symbol of escape and a yearning for rebirth, and a goal leading to the end.

That was eleven years old.

He, who returned to China with his parents during the summer vacation, was like a bound puppet, sitting in the company’s conference room and repeatedly reading the original documents requested by his parents.

An argument broke out in the conference room across the way. He looked up and saw a young man standing among the scattered pages, being scolded by his father.

The man lowered his head, his expressionless cheek twitching slightly.

There was despair in his eyes with no more expectations.

The young Ling Qingyuan seemed to see another version of himself.

He remembered this person, who graduated from a prestigious school and had outstanding abilities, but his family had a debt-ridden gambler father and a frail sister who stuttered. It was like a big mountain, weighing heavily on his back, but he still straightened his spine.

Until this day, the mountain still collapsed, and he finally gave up.

The young Ling Qing watched from a distance as he stood at the door of the company holding his briefcase, watching him cover his face and crying silently, watching the building in his heart collapse, watching the passers-by passing by him, no one cared which desperate situation he had reached in his life.

“Uncle Sheng.”

When Shengyou looked back that year, he saw a quiet, gentle and savior.

In fact, Ling Qingyuan hadn’t thought about it that year.

But what he wants to do is probably weave a network of his own.

Ling Qingyuan never lacked material things. His grandmother, uncles and aunts who loved him did not hesitate to invest in him during the holidays, and he was more than willing to compromise and always accepted generously.Probably because they were too obedient and had enough self-control when it came to money, the Ling parents felt comfortable letting him take care of his own funds. In the end, even the amount of money he owned became unknown.

And this injection of tens of thousands of unknowns became the last firewood to revitalize Shengyou.

At the same time, he relied on the favor he received in front of his grandmother to push Shengyou back to Changling International, the head office of the Ling family.

An eleven-year-old child would naturally not have the idea of ​​​​taking advantage of interpersonal relationships. He only knew that in the reviews of Chang Lingren that he learned as a child, there were many people who recognized Sheng You.If it hadn’t been for the deliberate frame-up by someone who was interested in the workplace, and if it hadn’t been for Ling Miao’s partner asking for help during the capital chain crisis, Sheng You might have become Ling Miao’s right-hand man.

But Ling Miao’s excessive self-suspiciousness caused Sheng You to take another path in life.

That was thirteen years old.

Ling Qingyuan, who returned to China with his parents, finally saw that person again.

Seven years have made the relationship between she and he strange, but when they meet again, the boy can still find the familiar outline of his youth among the mottled shadows of the trees. The emotions maintained by blood flow happily along the long river of time, flowing through thousands of rivers and mountains, and hundreds of flowers are dazzling. In the end, they are still inescapable, touching the still threads on the web.

He vaguely remembered that day when he knocked on the door of an old residential building. The man who answered the door frowned and looked at him for a long time, and he kept a straight face and said nothing until the man chuckled and asked, “Are you here to see your sister?”

In fact, he didn’t want to admit it, but apart from that, there was no other reason to explain his presence here, so staying silent became his answer.

“She went to the dance studio today.” The man invited him into the house and treated him with candy as if he were a child, but he just looked around and rejected the man’s kindness.

At that time, the man stared at the candy in his hand and smiled bitterly at himself: “That’s right, you haven’t eaten any good things, how can you care about something that this little girl likes?”

He stretched out his palm and asked the man for a candy – just because that was what the “little girl” liked.

Later, he went to the old house from time to time and listened to Ling Geng’s anecdotes about her.

Later, he also registered on Weibo, just to occasionally glance at her “ugly” during dance practice.

Later, he learned that when he was sad, he would go outside the old house to watch her from a distance and see her happiness of being free.

It was also that later.

He knew she would never want to come back.

“Be back soon”.

Not fast.

Won’t be back either.

Jealousy, greed.

They are all original sin, and they are all innocent thoughts.

“I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the sun.”

On the day he decided never to come to the old house again, he picked up a homeless stray dog.

Those wet eyes were begging him to take them home, as if they had seen them before somewhere.

This was the first time that he felt needed, and the first time that he was expected to have something other than excellence.

So he made a mistake – left it.

There was no shelter for the dog at home, so he built a nest for it near the house.

If it hadn’t been for that typhoon, he would never have taken the risk of bringing the potato home, let alone letting it be discovered by his parents.

If the resentment accumulated over the years had not been inspired by his father, he would not have resisted face to face, let alone let him be thrown into the pit to protect himself.

It’s a pity that assumptions are an excuse for the weak, and there is no if in reality.

I will study well.

I listen to everything you say.

I don’t want anything, just leave it to me, okay?

listen to me.

Please listen to me.

Why, none of you want to listen to me?

Me too.

Too.

…people.

It turns out that no one can protect him like this.

The only thing that can be done is to draw a cross on a piece of paper.

Life is small and humble, like it, like he.

That was still thirteen years old.

The boy who ran away from home was walking on the vast street, with the Qianjiang River under the setting sun on his left and numerous shops on his right.

The toes pointed to the left, then hesitantly settled.

There was a heated shout in my ears.

Everyone was sweating profusely inside the glass window, and the sandbags were like bells, swinging under the force of the force.

The toes turned to the right.

The young eyebrows have been stained with a dark shadow.

He wants to change and find a way out.

He, Ling Qingyuan.

Don’t admit defeat.

That was fourteen years old.

After all, Zhou Yuchan had been in charge of Chang Ling for more than ten years after her husband passed away. No matter how hidden Ling Miao’s small moves behind his back were, there were still some clues. Under her instruction, Sheng You, Ling Miao’s old subordinate, began to secretly investigate.However, Ling Miao would not be easily caught without being a businessman. Just when Sheng You could not find a breakthrough for a while…

The boy discovered he’s stalemate first.

“Uncle Sheng, why are you asking these questions?”

“Actually… there is something wrong with the accounts of Changling’s Australian branch.”

“If there is anything you can do to help Uncle Sheng, you must tell me.” The young man noticed Sheng You’s hesitation: “Even if it is…”

“Collect evidence and stuff.”

That was fifteen years old.

Not many people believe that Ling Qingyuan’s excellence is not based on talent at all, but his extraordinary talent and hard work that others cannot match have truly made him a terrifying “monster”.

If this monster does not have a strong heart, it will only end up dying young. Therefore, compared with its exposed qualities, its tolerance and resilience are truly terrifying.

At that time, he was already very proficient.

He is the perfect son in the eyes of his parents, with excellent grades, obedient and sensible; he is also the perfect student in the eyes of his teachers, humble, polite and versatile; he is also the perfect leader in the eyes of his classmates, well-rounded and cheerful.

This kind of person is so perfect that it is unreal. In fact, this is not the real person.

[Uncle, is my cousin here?Ah, it’s okay if I’m not here, I’m just looking for something.]

[I seem to have left my homework at your house this afternoon.]

[Well, the one with no name written on it, ah, yes, there are a few pieces of scratch paper tucked inside.]

he heard an unexpected brief silence from the other side.

On the other end of the phone, he looked calm and pursed his lips slightly.

Of course he knew that Ling Chongliang had piano lessons that night.

On one side of the scratch paper is the account list of his father Ling Miao and the shell company – it is not difficult to know his father’s computer password.In order to make it look more like waste paper, he used a printer that ran out of ink, and the necessary information was already listed. With his uncle’s sensitivity to his father’s business, it was impossible for him to miss this key information.

There is nothing like a secret revealed unintentionally, and Ling Chongliang undoubtedly has it.

After all, no one would doubt that a biological son would betray his father.

The bait has been set out and the hunting net has been spread.

Just like the most astute hunter, he must learn to hide himself and wait for the opportunity.

Once the opportunity comes, you have to pounce.

Later, Sheng You recalled that he asked Ling Qingyuan——

Why didn’t you choose to give that evidence to your grandmother?

Ling Qingyuan was quiet for a long time, raised his eyes and smiled softly.

There was a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

“What relationship is more tolerable than blood?”

A few rebuke, a few warnings, a little punishment.

Then, how many days and nights will he be imprisoned?

That’s not enough.

That’s not enough. That’s not enough. That’s not enough. That’s not enough.

He is not a good person, let alone a saint. His motto is to hide his anger and grudges and make a living.

he knows that people who have everything feel no pain.

Ling Qingyuan was ready to move forward alone, but he never thought that changes would come.

Ling Geng suffered from nasopharyngeal cancer, which was in the advanced stage and had less than six months to live.

She forwards and prays for blessings every day on her Weibo without interruption.

After severing ties with the Ling family, Ling Geng became a truck driver. He saved a little money by running goods all year round. He originally planned to leave it to Ling Sinan for tuition and dowry, so he refused treatment.In the last few months of his life, he just wanted to spend time with the child and then leave this world quietly.

But how could Ling Sinan agree?

[I am willing to trade my life for his.]

That was the father she never called out, the only light in her miserable world.

Who can watch their loved ones die?

When two stubborn Ling Geng collided with each other, Ling Geng still couldn’t resist his adopted daughter’s death.

She invested all her money, and while she was busy with her intense studies in her senior year of high school, she was taking care of the increasingly withered he. But she knew, she actually knew –

As early as the day it was announced that Ling Geng had terminal cancer, the ending had already been written.

People are just unwilling to give in.

The hospital that Ling Qingyuan went to with Sheng You that day.

Originally, he planned to use his savings, but he never thought that the Ling family would advance the medical expenses.

Because my grandma found out about this matter at some point, before leaving, Zhou Yuchan suddenly started blowjob Dai Shengyou——

“He is my son after all.”

[What relationship is more tolerable than blood ties?]

When Sheng You went to pay the bill, Ling Qingyuan stood outside the ward, looking at the unsuspecting Ling Sinan through the window.

He has always asked Ling Geng to keep he a secret. This is probably the most suitable distance between he and his siblings.

Ling Geng was unconscious on the hospital bed, but Ling Sinan still pretended to be strong and caressed the back of his hand, telling him that everything would be fine.

Ling Qingyuan was even a little jealous of the man on the hospital bed who was suffering from the pain of death.

No one ever told him that everything would be okay.

She probably swallowed up all the grievances she had suffered these days, and just said with a smile that she was fine.

It was so good that I ran out of the door and hid on the rooftop of the hospital crying alone.

She was really crying at that time… very ugly.

But it made him feel how happy it is to be truly cared for and relied upon by others in this world.

Not good…

Sure enough.

still.

Jealousy.

So that was sixteen.

he was a little clever.

You all know the subsequent story.

In the end, she also became a prey in his web.

If she knew all this, she would forgive him.

After all, what relationship is more tolerable than blood?

That’s probably based on blood relationship…

love.

“What are you thinking about?” Ling Sinan asked curiously as he fanned the flame of the incense in his hand in front of Ling Geng’s tomb.

He shook his head, “No, it’s nothing.” His arms were like an open net, holding her in front of him.

“Did you know…”

“Huh?”

I am also willing to trade my life for yours.

elder sister.