Wang Zhong didn't think too much about it, the slap in the face would come so quickly.
And it was a slap-slap kind of beating. Even Wang Zhong, who felt that his skin was as thick as a city wall, felt that his old face was so swollen that it could no longer be swollen.
Last year, he tried every means to help Feng Huacheng increase his income, just because he didn't want him and Zhou Rong to part ways, so as not to hurt Feng Yue.
Unexpectedly, just over a year had passed, and Feng Huacheng had used practical actions to tell Wang Zhong what a slap in the face meant.
After dialing the magazine's phone number, the call was connected after a busy tone.
Wang Zhong said straight to the point:
"Old Shao! Stop Feng Huacheng and issue a statement in the name of our magazine. From today on, our magazine will never serialize Shao Jingwen's articles, poems and other literary works in any form."
On the other end of the phone, Shao Jingwen was a little overwhelmed by Wang Zhong's sudden move.
"Wait, what did you just say? My ears are not good, so I didn't hear clearly." It's not that Shao Jingwen didn't hear clearly, but he couldn't believe it.
Wang Zhong repeated what he just said with a cold tone, as if he was a volcano about to erupt. What was suppressed underneath was the magma that was constantly surging, even though it was possible to erupt.
"Did I hear you correctly?" On the other end of the phone, Shao Jingwen looked in disbelief.
Wang Zhong emphasized again: "You heard it right."
"Are you sure it's Feng Huacheng? Not someone else?"
"I am certain and certain that it is Feng Huacheng, my second sister's husband, my brother-in-law, whose poems you have a high opinion of."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then Shao Jingwen's somewhat deep voice came: "Whether it's to stop serializing a movie, or to ban a once-famous poet who is now a member of the Writers' Association, I, the president of the magazine, must know the reason. Bar!"
As if he was afraid that Wang Zhong would be reluctant to speak, Shao Jingwen emphasized continuously.
It's a pity that he underestimated Wang Zhong. In the eyes of people with more traditional concepts, family scandals should not be made public, but in Wang Zhong's case, it doesn't matter if it is made public.
Those who are pure will become pure, and those who are turbid will become turbid. What's more, Feng Huacheng is not a Zhou family, so it will not affect the reputation of the Zhou family. On the contrary, if this matter spreads, people will only sneer at the person named Feng and give Zhou Rong a thumbs up. With compassion.
After listening to Wang Zhong's words, Shao Jingwen was silent for a moment and then said: "I will choose one from the alternatives to make up for it. As for the statement, will it be published only in our magazine or will it also be published in Jiangliao Daily? "
Come on, Lao Shao is also a ruthless person.
On the other end of the phone, after hearing Shao Jingwen's words, Wang Zhong couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"Just publish it to our magazine. I will publish it in Jiangliao Daily in my name. I don't think their newspaper will not give me even this face."
"Okay! I'll make arrangements right away."
"Old Shao, thank you!" Wang Zhong said sincerely.
Shao Jingwen's voice came again on the phone: "If you can help me in any way, please let me know."
"Let's do this for now. I still have some things to deal with here. We'll talk about it later."
Wang Zhong hung up the phone and waved outside through the transparent glass.
Feng Yue, who was carrying a schoolbag, appeared and saw Wang Zhong behind the window. He immediately grinned and was very happy. He jumped up and waved to Wang Zhong before running in quickly.
"Uncle!" As soon as Feng Yue sat down, the waitress came over with two cups of ice cream.
"Your favorite strawberry flavor." Wang Zhong said with a smile.
"Uncle, it's the best!" Feng Yue couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and ate happily.
"Uncle, why don't you ask your cousin to come with you?" Feng Yue asked curiously while eating.
"Your cousin has gone back to the photo album." Zhou Cong is now a mature tool man. Feng Huacheng's matter has been revealed, and Li Suhua can't let anything go wrong.
The old lady's high blood pressure is still a bit serious. If the stimulation is excessive, there is a high probability of cerebral hemorrhage.
Although the old lady has been taking related drugs in the past few years, her diet is also very light. She usually eats less meat and mostly fresh vegetables and fruits.
A few years ago, fresh vegetables and fruits were still a bit difficult to obtain. In recent years, the scale of greenhouse cultivation in Xiaoheishan Village has become quite large. Every winter, all kinds of fresh vegetables are in short supply. Now the scale is getting bigger and bigger. , all year round, Wang Zhong’s family has no shortage of fresh vegetables.
Li Suhua's high blood pressure has also been controlled, but it has not been completely eradicated. Although the probability of sudden cerebral hemorrhage has been greatly reduced, it is still possible.
"Why did my cousin suddenly run back to Guangzi Film?" Feng Yue asked curiously.
"You'll know later!" Wang Zhong said with a smile.
Although Feng Yue was confused, she still nodded. After taking a bite of ice cream, she looked at Wang Zhong and asked, "Uncle, why don't you eat it?"
"Eat! Why don't you eat?" Wang Zhong picked up the spoon, took a big spoonful, and drank it all in one bite.
It's cool, translucent, and extremely comfortable.
Before the ice cream was finished, the waiter brought over a platter of cut fruit, a freshly baked brioche bun, and a few pieces of Western pastries.
Wang Zhong said: "I guess there won't be any dinner tonight. Let's eat some bread and fruit first and make do with it!"
"Ice cream with bread?" Feng Yue looked at the bread and fruits on the table, as well as the ice cream in front of him, and looked at Wang Zhong in confusion: "Is today a special day?"
Wang Zhong said: "You will know later. Hurry up and eat first. You have been in class all afternoon, so you must be hungry."
Feng Yue was not polite. She finished the ice cream first, broke off a small piece of butter bread, ate a small pastry, and finally ate the fruit with a fork.
While I was eating, a familiar figure appeared on the roadside outside the window, looking around as if looking for something.
"Mom?" Feng Yue glanced at the figure outside the window and said in surprise.
Then he immediately turned to look at Wang Zhong and asked doubtfully: "Uncle, my mother?"
Wang Zhong said: "I made an appointment." After saying this, he waved to Zhou Rong who was looking out the window.
Zhou Rong frowned, but still walked in with her shoulder bag.
He sat down next to Feng Yue, put the bag on his shoulders to the side, and said to Wang Zhong straight to the point: "What do you want from me?"
He looks like an iceberg and his attitude is really bad.
Zhou Rong was wearing a long dress, and her slightly curly hair was spread on the back of her head. Even though she was well-maintained, the harsh experiences in her early years and the ruthlessness of the years had left traces on her delicate face.
Even if I put on makeup to hide the crow's feet at the corners of my eyes, I can't hide them as long as my expression is slightly wider.
After all, she is already forty-one this year, one year older than Zheng Juan.
Seeing her self-righteous look, Wang Zhong shook his head. He had been used to it for a long time and was too lazy to comment. He took out the document bag from the briefcase at hand and handed it to her: "See for yourself!"
Zhou Rong took the document bag and opened it in confusion, taking out the contents. She only looked at the top photo, and her expression changed instantly.
Feng Yue moved forward curiously. The photo was none other than Feng Huacheng's embrace with a strange young and beautiful woman.
Zhou Rong scrolled down one by one, holding hands, shopping, hugging, and even kissing...
Except for bed photos, basically everything is there.
Zhou Rong's face became more and more ugly, and finally turned pale, and then turned from white to green, her eyes were round and wide, her pupils suddenly shrank, her silver teeth were clenched, and her cheeks were bitten so that they were a little bulging. His movements became rough, and after the shock, endless anger rose up in his chest.
Feng Yue is no longer a young girl who is inexperienced in the world. After seeing these photos, she still couldn't guess what happened. She also turned pale and looked at her mother Zhou Rong nervously and worriedly. In the meantime, I didn’t know what to say.
Wang Zhong's voice sounded again: "At the bottom is the woman's information, including age, height, resume, work unit, and address."
"Where did you get them?" All the photos were scattered on the table. Zhou Rong grabbed the A4 papers with the women's resumes written on them, and her breathing became much faster.
Looking up at Wang Zhong, Wang Zhong could even see the shock and burning anger in her eyes.
"Of course I asked someone to take the photo! As for the information, you don't need me to explain it, right?" Wang Zhong still said calmly.
But the more calm Wang Zhong acted, the more awkward and uncomfortable Zhou Rong felt, "What do you mean by showing me these?"
Wang Zhong looked at Zhou Rong who asked such stupid questions, shook his head in great disappointment, looked at her and said, "What do you mean by me?"
Zhou Rong said nothing, only looked at Wang Zhong angrily.
"Uncle." Feng Yue looked at Wang Zhong with tearful eyes and choked with sobs: "This is not true. Are you telling me that these photos are not true?"
Wang Zhong looked at Feng Yue and sighed: "Although I hope it's not true, the facts are before us."
Two lines of tears fell silently. Feng Yue subconsciously wanted to escape. As soon as he stood up, Wang Zhong grabbed his arm and said, "Yue Yue, running away can't solve any problems. You are no longer a child." .”
Feng Yue looked at Wang Zhong with tears in her eyes and shouted, "Little uncle!"
Then he rushed forward and rushed into Wang Zhong's arms, with tears streaming down his face. He sobbed softly, patted her back gently, and whispered comfort in her ear: "I know you feel very uncomfortable now and can't accept this fact, but Your mother is also suffering. Now you are your mother’s only support and support. You must learn to be strong.”
Wang Zhong grabbed Feng Yue's shoulders, looked into her eyes and said, "Yue Yue, be brave and strong. We cannot choose what kind of life is waiting for us, but we can choose to face it bravely."
"And even if you can escape for a while, can you still escape for a lifetime?"
Because of Wang Zhong's encouraging eyes, Feng Yue turned her head and looked at Zhou Rong, whose face was as gloomy as water, and her fingers were tightly holding the paper with the woman's resume information. Something called courage surged in her heart, and she sat back. , grabbed Zhou Rong's hand and shouted: "Mom!"
Zhou Rong seemed not to have heard anything. She raised her eyes and glanced at Wang Zhong. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife and full of anger. She then packed up the photos on the table, stuffed the photos and information back into the document bag, and put them in her shoulder bag. middle.
Wang Zhong picked up the briefcase next to him and said to Zhou Rong: "If you doubt the authenticity of these photos, you can use them to question your dear husband."
Then he raised his legs and left: "This is your family matter after all. How you want to handle it, I have no right to interfere, and I don't want to interfere, but I have asked my magazine to issue a banning order on Feng Huacheng, and I will do it again soon." Publish a newspaper in Jiangliao Daily to denounce him, call on everyone to boycott him, and report him to the Writers' Association for his promiscuous relations between men and women."
"Uncle..." Feng Yue was startled after hearing Wang Zhong's words. When he was about to say something, Wang Zhong interrupted him first: "If you want to persuade me, then don't say it. , I have made up my mind, and as for the reason, I think your mother knows."
After saying that, he glanced at Zhou Rong meaningfully, shook his head, and left directly.
Feng Yue grabbed Zhou Rong's hand and asked with concern: "Mom, what did my uncle mean by what he just said?"
How could Zhou Rong not know? She knew it all too well. When she insisted on going to Guizhou Province at all costs, Wang Zhong was the first to object and threatened her with reporting Feng Huacheng.
He also made a three-year agreement with her, hoping to use three years to let her calm down and think things through.
But three years later, Zhou Rong was still like a moth flying towards the light of the fire. She couldn't wait and went to Guizhou Province without hesitation to find the 'pure and beautiful' love that she regarded as her faith.
Thinking of this, and recalling the meaningful and disappointed look he gave her when Wang Zhong left, Zhou Rong, who has always been strong, finally couldn't help but shed tears from her eyes.
"Mom! Don't cry!" Feng Yue didn't know how to comfort Zhou Rong, so she could only hold her hand.
Zhou Rong still held the folder in her right hand.
The expression looked a little scary.
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When Wang Zhong saw Zhou Rong again, it was already a week later, and it was Wang Zhong who ran to find her.
Zhou Rong went back that day, found Feng Huacheng, and threw the photo and the woman's information that Wang Zhong had given directly in Feng Huacheng's face.
After Feng Huacheng saw the photo, he didn't show any pretense at all, and immediately started a big argument with Zhou Rong. Zhou Rong questioned him about his cheating and scolded him for being shameless.
Feng Huacheng pushed back confidently, saying that Zhou Rong was domineering and aloof, and that living with Zhou Rong made him breathless and so on.
The fight definitely didn't start. Zhou Rong was always aloof and aloof, so how could she take action? She just kicked Feng Huacheng out of the house on the spot and threw all Feng Huacheng's things out the door like garbage.
The neighbors around originally wanted to persuade him, but after hearing the content of the argument between the two, they all chose to sit back and watch.
Feng Huacheng, who was kicked out of the house, scolded Zhou Rong while packing his things. He was also cursing when he finally left.
Early the next morning, the two went directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau and obtained the divorce certificate.
That night, Zhou Rong drank a lot. Feng Yue did not dare to leave and slept with Zhou Rong all night.
For the next few days, Zhou Rong locked herself in her room, turned out the letters she had written with Feng Hua one by one, opened them, read them, then tore them up and burned them.
After all the letters were burned, Zhou Rong dug out all the photos of the two of them, cut them out with scissors and Feng Huacheng, and burned them one by one.
Zhou Rong asked her colleagues who lived in the dormitory to take leave for herself and the school. She stayed in the dormitory and never left the house except to go to the toilet.
Feng Yue looked really worried, but he didn't dare to go to Li Suhua for fear that Li Suhua would be irritated. Feng Yue didn't like Zhou Bingyi's words very much, and he wasn't familiar with them either. The only one he could find was Wang Zhong.
When Feng Yue arrived at Wang Zhong's house, she was aggrieved and anxious. She was worried to death and couldn't think of anything to say. She cried loudly for a while. After being comforted by Zheng Juan and Zhou Cong for a while, her mood calmed down slightly and she explained the reason for her visit.
Seeing Feng Yue crying and looking pitiful, Wang Zhong finally relented, and Zheng Juan couldn't help but follow Feng Yue back to Zhou Rong's dormitory with Wang Zhong.
Zhou Cong originally wanted to go with him, but he had three younger brothers and sisters at home, especially Little Wei, who was only over eight years old. There was no adult at home, so Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan were worried, so Zhou Cong had no choice but to stay at home, looking helpless. Send the three people away.
"What are you doing here?" Zhou Rong sat in front of the desk, her hair disheveled, her figure slightly stooped, her face haggard, and she lacked any of her previous ability and elegance.
"If you came to see my joke, congratulations, you have achieved your goal." Zhou Rong seemed to only have Wang Zhong in her eyes.
Feng Yue wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Zheng Juan next to her.
Wang Zhong moved a stool and sat directly opposite Zhou Rong. He looked Zhou Rong up and down, and then nodded: "It's indeed a bit beyond my expectation."
If this was normal, Zhou Rong would have exploded, but this time, contrary to Wang Zhong's expectation, there was no reaction.
"I thought that when you saw me, you would get angry and kick me out without any reason, but you are so calm. To be honest, it makes me a little impressed."
Wang Zhong's tone was still calm. Zhou Rong finally raised her eyes again and looked at Wang Zhong. She saw that his face was calm and his eyes were open. There was no trace of ridicule, but he seemed a little out of habit.
But that was all, Zhou Rong's eyes that had just been raised quickly lowered again.
"I heard that Yueyue said that you and Feng Huacheng are divorced?" Wang Zhong asked.
Zhou Rong was finally moved: "I agree with you, right? If you want to laugh, just laugh as much as you want, don't hold it in."
"Why should I laugh?" Wang Zhong asked.
Zhou Rong didn't answer, just stared at Wang Zhong. If it were anyone else, that look would definitely make her heart tremble.
But Wang Zhong was already immune to Zhou Rong.
"Are you thinking that I tried every means to prevent you from going to Qian Province to find Feng Huacheng and forced you to go to the countryside and stay in Xiaoheishan Village for three years, but in the end I still failed to change your mind and let you go your own way? Qian Sheng, pursuing your so-called faith is fine now. Feng Huacheng has cheated on you, and the love you regard as faith has become a joke, so I came here specially and saw your embarrassed appearance. I will definitely laugh at you."
"Isn't it?" Zhou Rong asked.
"People with ugly hearts see everything as bad, and people with beautiful hearts see everything as good." Wang Zhong shook his head and looked at Zhou Rong calmly: "You are not me, how do you know what I am thinking."
"You think so because in your heart, I have always been this kind of person, or you yourself are this kind of person, so you think I am also this kind of person."
Zhou Rong was slightly moved, obviously she didn't expect Wang Zhong to say that.
She opened her mouth and was about to say something when she suddenly saw Wang Zhong burst into laughter and then looked at her like a fool: "You don't really believe it, do you?"
Zhou Rong was stunned on the spot. Wang Zhong's laughter was so harsh in her ears. Seeing Wang Zhong's unabashed laughter, Zhou Rong felt that she was about to explode. An inexplicable anger filled her heart. And hair, instantly swept through the body and rushed to the mind.
"Zhou Bingkun, you..." Zhou Rong pointed at Wang Zhong and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"What are you doing?" Wang Zhong suddenly straightened his face and glared at Zhou Rong: "Do I owe you something or something? You can't even carry it."
"I couldn't figure it out more than ten years ago, and I still can't figure it out now. To put it nicely, you are pure, noble and religious. That's because people are flattering you. You are just a love brain, stupid and stupid, a teenage girl, and An old man in his twenties falls in love and is willing to elope with someone, even severing ties with his parents.
Your parents gave birth to you and raised you for twenty years, provided you with education, food and clothing, and worked hard to raise you to the age of twenty. Is this how you repay them? For your so-called love, you would not hesitate to cut off the relationship with your parents, even if you fly into a flame. "
Zhou Rong's facial muscles were constantly moving, her eyes were round, and her face was a bit ferocious. But in the face of Wang Zhong's curses and questions, even though she was furious, she could not utter a single word of rebuttal.
"Look at your so-called love, the love that you once regarded as your faith. The reason why you are where you are today is entirely your own fault."
"What did Feng Huacheng cheat on? Is it really just his responsibility? Ask yourself, how did you two get along over the years? A small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every five days, I think, are both rare."
"Yes, you are talented, you are noble, you are great, you don't need food, clothes, or a place to live. You are comfortable and happy, but you can't even give Yueyue a place to live. You are ten years old, but you still have to leave your daughter to your brother and our mother. Our mother is already in her sixties and almost seventy, and she still has to worry about you."
"In this life, apart from your self-righteous aloofness, what else do you have?"
"If you want talent, you don't have talent. If you want career, you don't have career. Fortunately, you are still a graduate student at Yan University, in your forties, and you are still just an ordinary teacher. You want works but no works, and you want achievements but no achievements. Really I don’t know where your arrogant confidence comes from.”
"You are a failure as a daughter, you are not a good wife as a wife, and your career is useless. As for a mother, in order to maintain the quality of her own life, she left her daughter to me and Juan'er for more than ten years. What do you think? Are you worthy of being a mother?"
Wang Zhong looked at Zhou Rong and asked questions one by one. His voice was not loud, but every word fell into Zhou Rong's ears, like thunder exploding in her ears, like knives constantly piercing her. Heart.
He ran out of the mud with her face that had already fallen into the mud, turned over and stepped on her with the soles of her shoes that were full of mud and feces. After stepping on her face, she kicked her back into the mud, and finally kicked her back. She had to throw stones into it without giving her the slightest chance to pick her face up.
"do not talk!"
The questions he asked were like knives, cutting into Zhou Rong's body one by one, piercing into her heart.
"Stop it, stop it!"
Zhou Rong was already sobbing, with snot and tears pouring out. Her disheveled hair made Zheng Juan frown.
