Mad Son-in-law

Wang Xin was a little at a loss. Although she was a domineering girl, she was not familiar with conspiracy in her bones.

The single-line contact with Wang Jie for so many years was arranged by Wang Jie, and he had never even told his mother. From this perspective, when my elder brother left Yancheng, could it be said that he did not completely believe in his mother?

"Brother, what are you talking about..."

"Don't panic, don't be afraid, there is a brother, even if there are some things that you can't get on the stage, I won't let you do it." Wang Jie patted Wang Xin on the shoulder, and said to Lin Yajun: "Ms. Lin, you are well-versed. You should know those silly verses in this half of my dad's text message!"

Lin Yajun said: "I know, this is a poem by Zen Master Wenyan, Yunmen. These four sentences mean that although gold shavings are precious things, they will fascinate the eyes, and the gorgeous clothes lining the precious jewels are just like Taoism. Dharma dust. If one's spirituality and original mind are not taken seriously, then what is the Buddha he is looking for? It shows the poet's pursuit of abandoning selfish desires and purifying the original mind."

"Hehe, very good. It is exactly the same as the mother in my memory. You can come here with such a verse!" Wang Jie said with a wry smile: "Since you know the meaning of this bluff, then you know that my father left you this What is the meaning of the verse?"

Lin Yajun looked at Wang Jie without speaking.

"Brother, why did you say something again?" Wang Xin frowned.

Lan Shan, who hadn’t spoken all the time, stood up and said calmly: “When Zen Master Wenyan in Yunmen wrote this, it was the last years of the Tang Dynasty, political corruption, separatist regimes, constant uprisings, and people’s lack of survival. Zen Master Wenyan walked thousands of miles, trying to influence his life. But in the end no one was able to change. In the end, he retired and went away, hoping to get rid of the ideological blindness in the troubled times and restore his pure mind. Aunt Lin, I believe that Uncle Wang stayed. This poem that can’t get out was originally intended to be given to you. However, at the end of the day, he felt that it might have been meaningless, and finally gave up..."

Lin Yajun looked at Lan Shan with appreciative eyes, and smiled slightly: "Ms. Lan is really a lady of the Qin family. I didn't expect to know such a simple poem. But how did you guess that this slang was written for? What about mine?"

As soon as Lan Shan was about to speak, Wang Jie blurted out: "Ms. Lin, do you still need to ask? I now even doubt what was your motivation for marrying my father. Do you like him? Or just because of him. As a springboard, enter the Wang family, and avenge the Lin family?"

Lin Yajun's mouth trembled and frowned, "My child, do you have to scream from Ms. Lin? It's so hard to say a word for'mother'?"

"I want to call, but isn't my mother dead?" Wang Jie said cruelly: "When you exchanged such a despicable trick for my anger, you should think of today. Don't you know your son? What kind of person is it?"

"It is precisely because I know what kind of child you are that I can only do this!" Lin Yajun's emotions finally got a little out of control, and she couldn't bear the ‘disgusting’ of her own child.

"When I asked Lai Yuejin to take you away, I thought about it. Sooner or later, my son will come back on a thorny road. The more they want to get rid of you, I will let you come back. Time is majestic and majestic!" Lin Yajun said: "But I didn't expect that Lai Yuejin would spoil you like this. He betrayed the mission he promised me to train you to be a decisive person. I saw you. , Wei Wei Nuo, despite being full of skills and arrogance, but in accordance with Lai Yuejin’s mind, he still has to please a third-rate family in an attempt to make you live in such a mediocre small city. But I don’t think this is allowed, you are me Lin Yajun and Wang Hongyuan’s son, you must not be an ordinary person."

"Aunt Lin, don't you think that Mr. Lai is more like a father, and you are more like a eager but weak master?" Lan Shan suddenly smiled and said: "Eight years of life has made Lai Yuejin feel soft. Now, looking at this kid who brought up himself, he didn’t want Wang Jie to embark on the road of revenge, because that road was destined to be covered with blood. And you? No change in eight years, you and the irritated Wang Jie is very similar. Your eyes are full of hatred, and nothing else... Anyway, you used Wang Jie. You have to admit this!"

Lin Yajun seemed to be scratched in his heart by a grain of corn, and couldn't help but be shocked. There is no doubt that Lan Shan's words are in the depths of Lin Yajun's heart.

Yes, compared with the "indecisive" Lai Yuejin, he is indeed more like a master who abets his apprentice to find enemies and fight against him...

"I know, as a mother, I am a failure!" Lin Yajun struggled inwardly: "But I can't help it. Besides, the hatred of the father's death is not shared. He should have suffered this disaster."

"Do you think so now? But you should still know that besides revenge, what else did you give me? That one billion cards? Let me start the runaway mode from the poor boy, right Apart from my father's hatred, you also hope in your heart that I will help you avenge the Lin Family's hatred." Wang Jie said loudly: "I am now even more sure that the union between you and my father was originally a conspiracy. "

"It's not like that, I have feelings with your father!" Lin Yajun yelled hysterically: "I don't allow you to slander our feelings like this."

"But you didn't respect your feelings, dare you say that you haven't touched your mind when you marry my dad? Including me, dare you say that when you induced me to take the road of revenge step by step, you didn't Selfishness?" Wang Jie roared.

Lin Yajun lowered her head in grief and murmured: "This is where I have trouble sleeping and eating for 20 years. The Wang family is guilty and Hongyuan is innocent. He is the luck of my life. I didn't catch it..."

"Hehe, so, the fire for my twelve-year-old bar mitzvah was actually not set by someone else, but by you. This fire originally had nothing to do with my father’s death, right? You don’t want me to be a normal one. Children of the Wang family, you hope that I will always receive a strange look at the Wang family. You hope that I will stand on your side and make a decision for you and the Wang family one day!" Wang Jie was a little bit dejected, sobbing and smiling: "Don't worry, I will do as you wish, and this battle between Wang Bojun and I will definitely start."

Wang Jie stood up, grabbed Lan Shan's wrist, and turned around and said, "Goodbye, I wish you a good dream, and you will never be awakened by guilt!"

After speaking, turn around and leave!

"Nine-nine, Mom I'm sorry." Lin Yajun hurriedly said, "I felt like I was caught in an evil spirit. I just don't want you to join the big family that disgusts me after the coming-of-age ceremony. I want you to always look like a child. That way, independence is by my side. But I did not expect that the first terrible news that brought me after the ancestral hall was burned was the news of Hong Yuan’s death. If time goes back in time, I would rather I have never done such a ridiculous thing by a ghost or a god. Is this a superstition? I am ashamed of your father for the rest of my life. But you can't let it go because you are his only son and you must avenge him..."

"I will, I said, I will get back all my things!" Wang Jie pulled Lan Shan up and said loudly, "Dabiao, Lin Huang, Lao Zan, Hao Meng, let's go!"