Extra 2

2.

The onlookers laughed inadvertently, and Quan Lin's face suddenly darkened.

Why didn't he bow his head?

Even if his bones were crushed, and he was humiliated and destroyed as much as possible, why was there nothing but physical tears and pain?

She was imprisoned since birth and had never tried a normal life. Almost everyone pushed her to death and induced her to commit suicide, but none of them succeeded. Where did she get this tenacity from?

Those nonsense psychologists always say that people's temperament is controlled by the environment and genes, and even the environment will dominate in most cases. What's wrong with this person? Is there really an indestructible temperament hidden in the genes, which is steadily passed down from mother to daughter from generation to generation?

"Your family didn't hire a teacher. How did you learn to read and write?" Quan Lin looked at the book in Quan Heng's hand, and took out a few pieces of paper from the window seat, which were all Quan Heng's practiced words.

"I taught myself. The handwriting is so beautiful."

"Sister is a genius. Brothers love to run around and don't have the time to sit and practice calligraphy."

"Oh, disabled people are like this. Those with bad legs have good hands, and those with bad hands have flexible legs."

"Quan Lin, your handwriting is not beautiful. It seems that the genes are different."

"What's the use of genes? A good life is the most important thing." Quan Lin seemed to be poked at something painful. Thinking of what he had heard from his elders before, he tore the paper irritably and badly. "No matter how talented a person is, as long as he died early, 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 out. If Quan Heng hadn't lifted the book, the stone would really hit her eye.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird. The second generation who followed cheered and laughed, and also tried to throw.

The noise was so loud that it finally disturbed the maid who was cleaning the house. 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 torture a half-grown child to death!

"Young Master! Young Master, what are you doing?!"

She rushed over to block the expensive and extremely insulting jade. She didn't say a word when she was hit. Instead, Quan Heng, who had been forbearing, grabbed her and pulled her back. His expression, which had not changed much, showed deep hatred.

It was real hatred.

Hated to the point of numbness and pain, hated to the point of gritting his teeth while pressing his broken legs in the dead of night, hated all these high-ranking people, and hated his own powerlessness, like a dry thorn that had been plucked out and thrown into the mud.

"Quan Lin," Quan Heng grabbed a jade stone thrown to him and looked at him coldly, "You are indeed a coward."

"I am a coward--"

"What are you afraid of me for?" Quan Heng threw away the jade stone, "What is the Quan family afraid of me for?"

Quan Lin's words stopped abruptly, his expression was strange, as if he was funny and 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 stones that were thrown back and forth, and climbed into the window with a crackling sound.

He was really angry, just 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, embarrassed and resentful, and he could be provoked to strangle someone to death with just a few words!

"Why? Who do you think you are! Our family can still get rich without you, it's just that we feel sorry for you and no one wants to support you. If we weren't afraid that you would get some dirty disease and ruin the family tradition, we would have sold you at the auction for something valuable - ah!"

The wet quicklime hidden under the wheelchair was pulled out, and the moment it splashed with tears 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 will go blind first."

She was ruthless, and the others were all scared. When they came to their senses, Quan Lin was already rolling on the ground!

"Cowards like to talk trash because they are vulnerable."

Quan Heng took a breath, shook off his lime-covered hands after calming down, and then looked at the dumbfounded people.

"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 to save people and find a doctor. Shi Xiang fell behind in the chaos and glanced at Quan Heng: his eyes were still cold, which reminded people of the mist on the ice surface in the coldest days of winter. It looked light but was actually deadly.

Such a person... He can survive the great suffering and disaster, and at least he will be a dragon among men in the future.

He can't afford to offend.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9, one book, one forum, one look!

As if possessed by a ghost, he touched his pocket. Shi Xiang took the opportunity to turn around and threw the thing in his hand over, which just rolled under the wheelchair.

Quan Heng paused, and his eyes moved downwards a little.

——It was a very delicate knife, as thin 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: "Let's change rooms. I made you some soup. Drink it slowly."

"Yeah." Quan Heng put the knife into his sleeve, his face normal.

...

"I want to kill that bastard, kill that little bastard!"

The anesthetic effect wore off, and Quan Lin's fingers were tightly covered on his eyes wrapped with gauze.

"Don't tell me she still has those tricks. She almost blinded my eyes! Now she dares to fight back after a few hits. I don't know what kind of disaster she will be when she grows up! Kill her!"

The person sitting next to him was nervous and distressed, and whispered softly: "Don't worry, Dabaoer, if it works, your grandfather will avenge you tonight."

"Tonight?"

“Yes,” the speaker patted the back of his hand, smiling without saying anything, “Tonight.”