novelraw Chapter 488 Didn't You Always Want To Overtake Me?
Chapter 488 Didn't You Always Want To Overtake Me?
He was beaten badly, his handsome face was completely covered in blood and mud.
But he kept his head down from beginning to end, silent.
And the man who was the father watched coldly from the side.
In the end, let the servants who followed him give a lot of money to the parents.
Cheng Moxun looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.
She didn't understand what happened to make a father treat his child like this.
The person who killed the child was Shan Ze, wasn't he?
Why did you let your brother Danbo bear the guilt?
The screen turns again.
Shan Bo sat on the rocking chair by the window, looking at the sunlight shining on the ground with a blank expression.
A thin little boy appeared beside him, lying on the edge of the rocking chair, also looking at the ground curiously.
Cheng Moxun was shocked.
This little boy was the one who was pushed downstairs by Shan Ze to death.
Under the strong sunlight, the young body appeared transparent.
Do you think that the person who killed you was Shan Po, so you clung to him tightly?
At this time, Shan Bo slowly shifted his gaze from the floor to the little boy beside him, smiled and said something in a low voice.
The little boy nodded, and ran happily to the bookshelf in the room, like Dan Po many years ago, struggling on tiptoe, and took down one of the folders.
Then, he quickly ran back to Shan Bo and handed him the folder.
Cheng Moxun stared at all this in astonishment.
Only then did she realize that she seemed to have seen this little boy before.
There is only a short side, but there are some impressions.
It seems that when I first met Shan Bo, I only knew him as a thin boy in white clothes.
That time watching him take the elevator to the first floor and then disappear into the sunlight.
Then there was a child's laughter outside the elevator.
Cheng Moxun remembered that it was the pear blossom essence that quickly pulled herself out of danger.
But she still saw, the moment the elevator door closed, a child's smiling face appeared in the crack of the door.
For a short moment, I thought I was delusional.
Now that I think about it, it is clearly the child in front of me!
Shan Bo took the folder calmly, flipping through it lightly.
On the cover of the folder, a string of foreign letters was handwritten.
Cheng Moxun took a closer look and found that the content was still a script.
Strange, doesn't Shan Bo need to go to the theater to perform?
At that time, Shan Bo looked only eleven or twelve years old, handsome and thin.
When he quietly read the script, he looked extremely serious and focused, like an old expert who has been in the art for many years.
It's just that there is always a hint of sadness between his brows and eyes.
The next second, Cheng Moxun saw Shan Ze.
That bright smile never changed.
Standing in the center of the stage, he seemed to be performing seriously, but he didn't have the aura of his brother Danbo.
The audience in the audience was talking.
"I heard that Shan Ze had an accident on his way home, and his mind is still not clear."
"I said, how come this acting skill has shrunk a lot."
"It's a pity, I don't know when it will be better, I bought the ticket because of him!"
……
Cheng Moxun heard a general idea.
Shan Ze replaced Shan Bo and came to the troupe to perform.
It cannot be said to be a replacement, because from the beginning to the end, Shan Bo did not use his own name.
The actor "Shan Ze" has now returned to the real person.
Cheng Moxun found that he was backstage.
A plump, fat woman was complaining in a low voice to a young man with a vicissitudes of life.
"What's the matter, my brother went home and had an accident, so I asked my younger brother to replace me?" The fat woman frowned, very dissatisfied: "Don't you want to see if you have that ability?"
"Shan Ze is the representative of the box office, you don't want to see the troupe's income being poor, do you?" the young man said nonchalantly, smoking a cigarette.
The fat woman frowned, and waved her hand impatiently: "If it wasn't for the troupe's income, I wouldn't agree to let the twins replace each other!"
The young man didn't speak, only laughed twice.
"I said, when will this replacement be possible? What happened to the child, why did he become a vegetable?" The fat woman also took out a cigarette from her pocket and lit one.
"Hey, Manager Liu, do you really think that child will come back?" The young man chuckled, "You know what's going on with these two children, right?"
The fat woman frowned when she heard the words: "Liu Yanxia, you are the manager appointed to Shan Ze, how can you speak so casually?"
"Whatever?" The young man smoked the cigarette in one gulp, then shook all the ashes on the ground: "I'm just doing something for the Shan family."
The fat woman seemed to be choking, her face was stiff for a while, and then she sighed faintly: "It's a pity that child is so talented, and he is also obedient and sensible."
"He was born in such a family, he is unlucky." The young man stepped on the cigarette ash with the sole of his shoe, and then got up and walked to the edge of the stage: "Is the performance almost over? I'll take Shan Ze home."
"What are you doing? There will be a performance the day after tomorrow." The fat woman became anxious after hearing this, "Don't let me keep one of the two children for use!"
"Don't worry." The young man waved his hand: "It's Shan Ze who is soft-hearted, and went back to plead for his brother."
plead?Cheng Moxun followed in confusion.
Shan Ze walked off the stage with a tired face.
"You said you wanted to surpass your brother, right?" The young man put a hand on Shan Ze's shoulder: "This is just the beginning."
"I will." Shan Ze raised his head, his face full of seriousness and stubbornness: "I will prove that I am better than him!"
Back to the not-so-familiar villa.
Shan Ze stood in front of his father with a look of death on his face.
"You don't need to beg, I will save his life." The man frowned and looked at him: "Don't be such a mother-in-law, I will be very disappointed."
"Really?" Shan Ze seemed relieved: "Then will you take good care of him?"
The man hesitated to take the cup: "Yes."
"That's great!" Shan Ze was so happy from the bottom of his heart that he couldn't help cheering.
"He's worthless until he's 24." The man suddenly said coldly, "If you still want to keep him alive at that time, it means you choose to give up on yourself."
Shan Ze, who was cheering, froze in place because of these words.
Standing aside, Cheng Moxun looked at the man's terrifyingly serious expression, and wanted to ask why loudly.
But she was undoubtedly wasting her time in doing so.
"From now on, there will be no such person as Shan Po in the world." The man said coldly: "Forget about him, don't mention him again."
"How could this be!" Shan Ze looked shocked, he rushed to his father and shouted in disbelief: "He is my brother!"
"Just treat him as dead!" The man pushed Shan Ze away and strode away.
Shan Ze stood where he was, with an expression on the verge of tears.
Before Cheng Moxun could react, he saw him rushing upstairs.
The door opens.
Shan Bo was still quietly sitting in front of the window, slowly flipping through the script.
The little boy huddled beside him, and after seeing the person standing at the door clearly, he was about to pounce on him with a hideous face.
Shan Bo raised his hand, blocked the little boy's face, and shook his head gently.
"Brother?" Shan Ze didn't seem to see the little boy, and rushed straight to the rocking chair: "Shall we switch? You go back to acting, and I'll be a vegetable!"
The relationship between the two brothers doesn't look bad at all.
Cheng Moxun secretly sighed beside him.
Shan Bo raised his head indifferently, and smiled a little: "Xiao Ze, don't make trouble, go back."
Two handsome young men with the same appearance were facing a stalemate like this.
"Brother," Shan Ze knelt down in front of the rocking chair, "Do you know that Dad wants to..."
"Don't you want me?" Shan Bo interrupted him: "If it wasn't useful to you, he would kill me right now, right?"
"You all know..." Shan Ze looked quite shocked.
"Only you know the latest, Ozawa." Shan Bo smiled softly, seemingly indifferent: "I knew my destiny when I was six years old."
He obviously still has a childish look on his face, but he speaks like an adult.
Shan Ze opened his mouth, obviously unwilling to believe it.
"Didn't you always want to surpass me?" Shan Bo continued, "I heard that I was changing your name for you. Aren't you always dissatisfied?"
"I can do well by myself!" Shan Ze puffed up his mouth angrily, "I don't need you to help me!"
"Well, I believe it." Shan Bo smiled and nodded: "Then it's time to prove it."
Shan Ze wanted to cry again anxiously: "But you..."
"If I die now, you will be affected too." Shan Bo smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, Dad won't be willing to do this."
He paused, and continued: "So, you should live well."
This scene of birth and death is unbelievable, and it was performed by a pair of children about 12 years old.
Cheng Moxun always felt goosebumps all over her body, and this atmosphere made her very uncomfortable.
In a trance, the weather outside the window became foggy.
Taking a closer look, Shan Ze, who was squatting next to the rocking chair, disappeared.
Shan Bo stood by the window, put his hands on the window sill, and leaned out to look around.
The little boy was right behind him, tilting his head and looking up, wondering what he was going to do.
The sky looks gloomy, and it looks like it could rain at any moment.
Cheng Moxun didn't know what would happen next, but seeing the weather, he felt extremely heavy.
"Do you know what you did!" The man kicked open the door, angrily walked in front of Dan Bo: "You screwed up!"
The father back then, now showing vicissitudes of life, looks even more majestic.
"I can't do it." Shan Bo turned around with a calm expression and lowered his eyes: "I can't do it at all."
He looked a little older, and finally had the appearance Cheng Moxun saw him for the first time.
That thin white-clothed boy was standing there at this moment, bearing great anger.