Recast youth

Chapter 495 The cold Kong Zhong

"not yet."

Kong Jingke listened to Ye Feng's voice on the phone, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Then have you gone to find him?"

"found."

Kong Jingke then asked: "What did he say?"

"It's nothing."

Ye Feng changed the subject: "By the way, it's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

"My mother has an upset stomach. She may be a little angry. I just put her to bed just now."

Kong Jingke first replied, then changed the topic back to the previous topic, and said with some disappointment: "He didn't help you, right? He is such an indifferent person."

Ye Feng comforted Kong Jingke and said in a relaxed tone: "It's okay. I found another friend, and they agreed to sit down and have a good talk with me."

"That's good."

Kong Jingke nodded, and then she didn't know what to say. She was quiet for a while, and then said, "If it really can't be solved, call me."

"Well, I understand, you can go to bed early."

"You too."

Kong Jingke originally wanted to say good night at the end, but in the end he didn't say it. He just leaned on the bedside and looked at his mobile phone in silence. In his mind was that tall figure without a trace of humanity.

At this moment, a weak and painful sound suddenly came from next door.

Kong Jingke's expression changed, and he hurriedly got out of bed and ran to the next door, without even wearing shoes. As soon as he opened the door, he saw her mother struggling to upper body, with a look of pain on her face.

His face flushed red.

"Mom, mom, mom." Kong Jingke was so frightened that he burst into tears. He hugged Kong's mother and said at a loss, "Mom, I'm here. Are you okay? Don't scare me."

Kong Jingke's tears suddenly burst into tears.

When Kong Ma heard Kong Jingke's voice, she raised her head with difficulty, and held Kong Jingke's hand tremblingly. Her wrist was thin, and the back of her hand was like the bark of an old tree that had reached the end of its life.

Kong Ma said something to Kong Jingke in a difficult and unclear manner.

Although it was not clear, Kong Jingke still heard the meaning. Her mother wanted to go to the toilet, but could not pull it out. Kong Jingke quickly bent down, took the bedside toilet, and cried: "Mom, I understand, don't do it." Use force, you must not use force..."

When leaving the hospital.

Kong Jingke carefully asked the doctor what she should pay attention to in a situation like her mother's. The doctor told her that the first thing is to pay attention to your emotions and never get excited. The second thing is to control your blood sugar, blood lipids, and blood pressure. The third is to have a light diet, avoid high-greasy and high-salt foods, and avoid getting angry.

Because these three situations may cause the patient's cerebral blood vessels to rupture and bleed for a second time, and once this situation occurs, it means that it cannot be rescued.

So Kong Jingke was particularly afraid.

However, life is like this. Unsatisfactory things happen nine times out of ten. Sometimes you are afraid of what will happen. Just when Kong Jingke bent down, Confucius’ mother’s painful voice suddenly disappeared, and the hand that grabbed her wrist slowed down. loosened up.

Finally it slipped onto Kong Jingke's lap.

Kong Jingke's heart also seemed to be falling with her mother's hand, but there was no end, and it kept sinking like falling into a bottomless abyss. An indescribable sadness suddenly filled Kong Jingke's whole heart.

asphyxia!

pain!

Lost my voice!

Kong Jingke couldn't make a sound at all. He looked down at the woman who suddenly became quiet. Tears kept falling down. The woman's sequelae of being unable to speak clearly due to cerebral hemorrhage seemed to have disappeared at this moment.

She looked at Kong Jingke with nostalgia, a tone that was difficult to describe, one that sounded tired, relieved, and reluctant to give up.

"Mom is dragging you down...Mom is tired and can't hold on anymore..."

"In the future you..."

The woman spoke apologetically and distressedly, but her few words seemed to have overdrawn her last vitality, and then she looked at Kong Jingke like this, as if she wanted to remember Kong Jingke's appearance in her heart.

Then she sighed and slowly closed her eyes, just like an old tree reaching the end of its life and dropping its last yellow leaf, which was blown away by the wind, floating, floating, not knowing where it was going. .

in the dark.

The lonely and stubborn figure of Kong Jingke hugs the woman. The scene is frozen, and the tears fall silently, one drop after another, like broken pearls.

…………

early morning.

In Yanjing, in an antique study room lit with agarwood, Kong Zhong stood in front of a desk. The desk was an old-fashioned pear wood table with a piece of rice paper spread out on it. Kong Zhong was wearing white loose linen clothes and stood in front of a desk. Holding a brush in one hand and holding a sleeve in the other, just as he was about to start writing, the phone next to him rang.

Kong Jingke.

Kong Zhong frowned for a moment, then put the pen on the inkstone, picked up the phone, and said with a calm expression on his face, "Just tell me."

"Mom, Mom is gone." Kong Jingke's voice sounded like he had lost his life on the phone.

"Oh?"

Kong Zhong's cold tone remained unchanged.

"I haven't asked you for anything. If you can, please help Ye Feng." Kong Jingke whispered on the phone.

Kong Zhong stood in front of the table, with an ever-changing indifference at the corner of his mouth: "Your mother passed away, and you called me and asked me to help another man? Do you know who he is trying to get?"

"know."

Kong Zhong was silent for a while, and finally said slowly: "Okay, I will help you with this."

"Thank you."

Dongzhou City.

Kong Jingke hung up the phone and then dropped the phone on the ground. He hugged the silent woman and finally cried bitterly after suppressing it all night...

……

……

After Kong Jingke hung up the phone, Kong Zhong's eyes were as deep as the abyss. He picked up the pen again and vigorously scrawled vertically on the white rice paper:
Sins are common in hundreds of fields,

Woe to Wang Mang!

The last word, due to excessive force, black ink penetrated the paper!

Kong Zhong put down his pen and walked out of the study. Outside was a large courtyard. A middle-aged man was holding a big tree with his hands on the bluestone tiles, and his spine was dancing with the man's steps like a dragon and snake.

"Let Chen Yiming stand in front of me within an hour!"

Kong Zhong said to the middle-aged man without any expression.

"Ah."

The middle-aged man nodded, indicating that he understood.

Kong Zhong looked at the middle-aged man with indifferent eyes, his aura was calm, and he added: "Just one hour, if it exceeds one hour, let him not come over."

……

……

A large bed in a hotel suite.

Chen Yiming was lying on the bed comfortably.

At this moment, Chen Yiming's cell phone rang, and it was Yang Yanhui's call.

Chen Yiming received the call and was about to speak lazily when he heard Yang Yanhui ask on the phone: "Where are you now?"

"Where's the hotel? What's wrong?" Chen Yiming heard something was wrong in Yang Yanhui's voice and asked quickly.

Yang Yanhui said: "Kong Zhong wants you to see him immediately."

"No, why does Kong Cao Cao want to see me?" When Chen Yiming heard the words Kong Zhong, his expression changed and he immediately sat up.

Yang Yanhui said seriously: "I don't know. He asked you to stand in front of him within an hour. If you exceed this time, he will tell you not to go. You'd better go now."

When Chen Yiming heard this, he immediately hung up the phone and cursed:
"piss off!"

along the way.

Chen Yiming left in a hurry. His mind was full of questions. He had never offended this demon king. Why on earth was Kong Zhong looking for him?
An ominous premonition enveloped Chen Yiming's heart.

(End of this chapter)