Extra 2
2.
The onlookers accidentally laughed out loud, and Quan Lin's face instantly turned very gloomy.
Why won’t you just bow your head?
Even if my bones were crushed, and I was humiliated and destroyed to the utmost, why is there nothing else except physical tears and pain?
She has been imprisoned since birth and has never tried a normal life. Almost everyone is pushing her to die and inducing her to commit suicide, but none of them succeeded. Where does this tenacity come from?
Those bullshit psychologists always say that a person's temperament is controlled by the environment and genes, and that the environment is even dominant in most cases. So what's wrong with this person? Is there really an indestructible temperament hidden in the genes, which is stably passed down from mother to daughter from generation to generation?
"Your family never hired a teacher. How did you learn to read and write?" Quan Lin looked at the book in Quan Heng's hand, and casually pulled out a few pieces of paper from the window, which were all covered with Quan Heng's practiced handwriting.
"Self-taught, what a beautiful word."
"My sister is a genius. My brothers love to run around and jump around. They don't have the time to sit and practice calligraphy."
"Well, it's like this for all disabled people. People with disabled legs have good hands, and people with disabled hands have nimble legs."
"Quan Lin, your handwriting is not pretty. It seems that the genes are different."
"What's the use of genes? A good life is what matters most." Quan Lin seemed to have touched a sore spot. Thinking of what he had heard from his elders before, he tore up the paper in annoyance and angrily. "No matter how talented a person is, if he dies early, it means he has a bad life. If you have a bad life, you deserve to be stepped on!"
He threw the waste paper and the jade in his hand away. If Quan Heng hadn't lifted the book, the stone would have really hit her eye.
The atmosphere suddenly became weird. The second generation that followed cheered and laughed, and also wanted to try to vote.
The noise was so loud that it finally woke up the maid who was cleaning the room. When she hurried over, her face was pale with fear, but she was more shocked and angry.
Quan Heng just came out of the hospital!
What kind of hatred or grudge could it be that could torture a half-grown child to death!
"Master! Master, what are you doing?!"
She rushed forward to block the expensive and extremely insulting jade, and did not say a word when being hit. Instead, Quan Heng, who had been enduring all this time, grabbed her and pulled her back, his expression not changing much but revealing deep hatred.
I really hate it.
I hate it to the point of numbness and pain, I hate it to the point of gritting my teeth while holding my broken legs in the dead of night, I hate all those who are high above me, and I hate my own powerlessness even more, like a dry thorn that has been plucked out and thrown into the mud.
"Quan Lin," Quan Heng grabbed a piece of jade thrown to him and looked at him coldly, "You are indeed a coward."
"I'm a coward—"
"What are you afraid of from me?" Quan Heng threw away the jade. "What is the Quan family afraid of from me?"
Quan Lin's words came to an abrupt halt, with a strange expression on his face, as if he was amused but also guilty, and the next second he was swallowed up by anger.
"Who the hell is afraid of you! Don't think too highly of yourself!"
Quan Lin threw the jade that was thrown back and forth, and it flipped through the window with a crackling sound. He was really mad, and like everyone else in the Quan family, he felt hatred and disgust towards Quan Heng, as if he was looking at a failure, a scandal that he didn't want to recall, embarrassing and resentful, and he could be provoked to the point of wanting to strangle someone to death with just a few words!
"Why? Who do you think you are? Our family is still rich without you. We just felt sorry for you and no one wanted to support you. If we weren't afraid that you would get some disease and ruin our family reputation, we would have sold you at the auction for something more valuable - ah!"
The damp quicklime hidden under the wheelchair was pulled out, and the moment it splashed on his tearful eyes, it burned his eyeballs. Quan Heng gritted his teeth and stuffed the punctured bag of lime powder into Quan Lin's eyes.
"Then let's see who of us becomes blind first."
She was so ruthless that everyone else was terrified. When they came to their senses, Quan Lin was already rolling on the ground!
"Cowards talk trash because they are vulnerable."
Quan Heng took a deep breath, calmed down, shook off his hands covered in lime, and then looked at the dumbfounded crowd.
"If you don't take him to the hospital, his eyes will be burned blind - can you afford it?"
Can't afford it!
The onlookers all climbed into the house, dragged Quan Lin away, and shouted for help and a doctor. Shi Xiang was the last to fall in the chaos. He glanced at Quan Heng: his eyes were still cold, reminding people of the thin mist on the surface of the ice in the coldest days of winter, which looked light but was actually deadly.
People like this... are lucky enough to survive the greatest hardships, and at the very least they will be among the best in the future.
He can't afford it.
As if possessed, Shi Xiang touched his pocket and threw the thing in his hand over while turning around, and it just rolled under the wheelchair.
Quan Heng paused and moved his eyes downwards a little.
——It is a very delicate knife, as slender as an index finger.
Quan Heng bent down to pick it up. The maid who came over thought she was adjusting the thin blanket on her legs and coaxed her, "Let's change rooms. I made you some soup. Drink it to slow down."
"Yeah." Quan Heng put the knife into his sleeve, his expression normal.
……
"I'm going to kill that bastard, kill that little bastard!"
After the effect of the anesthetic wore off, Quan Lin's fingers loosely covered his eyes which were wrapped in gauze.
"Don't tell me she still has those tricks up her sleeve. She almost blinded me! Now I hit her a few times and she dares to fight back. Who knows what kind of trouble she will be when she grows up! Kill her!"
The person sitting next to him was nervous and distressed, and said softly: "Don't worry, Dabaoer, if it works, your grandfather will avenge you tonight."
"tonight?"
"Yes," the speaker patted the back of his hand and smiled without saying anything, "Tonight."
2.
The onlookers accidentally laughed out loud, and Quan Lin's face instantly turned very gloomy.
Why won’t you just bow your head?
Even if my bones were crushed, and I was humiliated and destroyed to the utmost, why is there nothing else except physical tears and pain?
She has been imprisoned since birth and has never tried a normal life. Almost everyone is pushing her to die and inducing her to commit suicide, but none of them succeeded. Where does this tenacity come from?
Those bullshit psychologists always say that a person's temperament is controlled by the environment and genes, and that the environment is even dominant in most cases. So what's wrong with this person? Is there really an indestructible temperament hidden in the genes, which is stably passed down from mother to daughter from generation to generation?
"Your family never hired a teacher. How did you learn to read and write?" Quan Lin looked at the book in Quan Heng's hand, and casually pulled out a few pieces of paper from the window, which were all covered with Quan Heng's practiced handwriting.
"Self-taught, what a beautiful word."
"My sister is a genius. My brothers love to run around and jump around. They don't have the time to sit and practice calligraphy."
"Well, it's like this for all disabled people. People with disabled legs have good hands, and people with disabled hands have nimble legs."
"Quan Lin, your handwriting is not pretty. It seems that the genes are different."
"What's the use of genes? A good life is what matters most." Quan Lin seemed to have touched a sore spot. Thinking of what he had heard from his elders before, he tore up the paper in annoyance and angrily. "No matter how talented a person is, if he dies early, it means he has a bad life. If you have a bad life, you deserve to be stepped on!"
He threw the waste paper and the jade in his hand away. If Quan Heng hadn't lifted the book, the stone would have really hit her eye.
The atmosphere suddenly became weird. The second generation that followed cheered and laughed, and also wanted to try to vote.
The noise was so loud that it finally woke up the maid who was cleaning the room. When she hurried over, her face was pale with fear, but she was more shocked and angry.
Quan Heng just came out of the hospital!
What kind of hatred or grudge could it be that could torture a half-grown child to death!
"Master! Master, what are you doing?!"
She rushed forward to block the expensive and extremely insulting jade, and did not say a word when being hit. Instead, Quan Heng, who had been enduring all this time, grabbed her and pulled her back, his expression not changing much but revealing deep hatred.
I really hate it.
I hate it to the point of numbness and pain, I hate it to the point of gritting my teeth while holding my broken legs in the dead of night, I hate all those who are high above me, and I hate my own powerlessness even more, like a dry thorn that has been plucked out and thrown into the mud.
"Quan Lin," Quan Heng grabbed a piece of jade thrown to him and looked at him coldly, "You are indeed a coward."
"I'm a coward—"
"What are you afraid of from me?" Quan Heng threw away the jade. "What is the Quan family afraid of from me?"
Quan Lin's words came to an abrupt halt, with a strange expression on his face, as if he was amused but also guilty, and the next second he was swallowed up by anger.
"Who the hell is afraid of you! Don't think too highly of yourself!"
Quan Lin threw the jade that was thrown back and forth, and it flipped through the window with a crackling sound. He was really mad, and like everyone else in the Quan family, he felt hatred and disgust towards Quan Heng, as if he was looking at a failure, a scandal that he didn't want to recall, embarrassing and resentful, and he could be provoked to the point of wanting to strangle someone to death with just a few words!
"Why? Who do you think you are? Our family is still rich without you. We just felt sorry for you and no one wanted to support you. If we weren't afraid that you would get some disease and ruin our family reputation, we would have sold you at the auction for something more valuable - ah!"
The damp quicklime hidden under the wheelchair was pulled out, and the moment it splashed on his tearful eyes, it burned his eyeballs. Quan Heng gritted his teeth and stuffed the punctured bag of lime powder into Quan Lin's eyes.
"Then let's see who of us becomes blind first."
She was so ruthless that everyone else was terrified. When they came to their senses, Quan Lin was already rolling on the ground!
"Cowards talk trash because they are vulnerable."
Quan Heng took a deep breath, calmed down, shook off his hands covered in lime, and then looked at the dumbfounded crowd.
"If you don't take him to the hospital, his eyes will be burned blind - can you afford it?"
Can't afford it!
The onlookers all climbed into the house, dragged Quan Lin away, and shouted for help and a doctor. Shi Xiang was the last to fall in the chaos. He glanced at Quan Heng: his eyes were still cold, reminding people of the thin mist on the surface of the ice in the coldest days of winter, which looked light but was actually deadly.
People like this... are lucky enough to survive the greatest hardships, and at the very least they will be among the best in the future.
He can't afford it.
As if possessed, Shi Xiang touched his pocket and threw the thing in his hand over while turning around, and it just rolled under the wheelchair.
Quan Heng paused and moved his eyes downwards a little.
——It is a very delicate knife, as slender as an index finger.
Quan Heng bent down to pick it up. The maid who came over thought she was adjusting the thin blanket on her legs and coaxed her, "Let's change rooms. I made you some soup. Drink it to slow down."
"Yeah." Quan Heng put the knife into his sleeve, his expression normal.
……
"I'm going to kill that bastard, kill that little bastard!"
After the effect of the anesthetic wore off, Quan Lin's fingers loosely covered his eyes which were wrapped in gauze.
"Don't tell me she still has those tricks up her sleeve. She almost blinded me! Now I hit her a few times and she dares to fight back. Who knows what kind of trouble she will be when she grows up! Kill her!"
The person sitting next to him was nervous and distressed, and said softly: "Don't worry, Dabaoer, if it works, your grandfather will avenge you tonight."
"tonight?"
"Yes," the speaker patted the back of his hand and smiled without saying anything, "Tonight."
