Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Chapter 243 The young painter has no desire to live 08

Yun Chen sat stiffly in his wheelchair, with Xie Kecheng's cold voice in his ears, and his legs covered under the blanket began to tremble uncontrollably.

"My father died unexpectedly on a construction site when I was in junior high school."

"According to the contract, I should have received a pension, which could at least support me to complete my studies."

"But the foreman filed a lawsuit. After a word game, I didn't get a penny."

"In order not to starve to death, I was tricked into an underground boxing gym. I was thrown to the ground countless times every day... But guess what the foreman's son was doing?"

At this moment, Xie Kecheng's hand suddenly put on Yun Chen's shoulder.

Yun Chen was like a frightened little animal, his body shrank, and his tone of voice had drifted: "Do, what do you do?"

Xie Kecheng: "His family spent money to hire a famous painter as his master, paving the way for his future career as a painter."

"As for me, one eye was broken, all my organs were damaged, and I almost died in a basement."

Xie Kecheng tightened the strength in his hand, and the silver chain behind his ear swayed, making a crisp sound.

Yun Chen's hands tightly grasped the material of his pajamas, and his eyes turned red.

do not talk.

sorry Sorry……

Xie Kecheng suddenly knelt down and whispered in Yun Chen's ear: "Tell me, should I hate that child?"

Yun Chen: "That's right."

Xie Kecheng: "Should I also send him to the ring, wait until he is beaten to death, chop off all his limbs, tie a stone to him and sink him into the sea?"

Yun Chen felt dizzy for a moment, his body went limp, and his face looked pale as if he might faint at any time.

Xie Kecheng put his hand on his shoulder and suddenly sighed: "Unfortunately, he is already dead."

"I can't take revenge on him, so I have to destroy these works to vent my anger. Are you willing to help me?"

[Yun Chen: It’s going crazy, it’s going crazy!I haven't met such a strong opponent for a long time! ]

[System 112:...] What’s wrong with your acting skills?

Let me out and I can act!

I can still do backflips, can he?

[Yun Chen: ...] Although, if he suddenly does a backflip with this handsome face of a polite scum, I will change the world.

Yun Chen was trembling uncontrollably, and a sharp utility knife was stuffed into his hand.

Then, he was picked up from the wheelchair by Xie Kecheng.

But as soon as his feet hit the ground, his body suddenly went limp and he fell hard on an oil painting. His stomach churned and he almost vomited.

"Will you help me?"

"willing."

"Okay, I'll watch you right here."

Yun Chen pushed out the blade, and light shot into his eyes from the blade, causing a severe pain in his head.

His lip had been bitten by himself, and blood dripped on the painting, but he didn't even notice it.

He wanted to admit that he remembered.

He wanted to tell Xie Kecheng that he had been living with guilt all these years.If dying yourself would make him feel better, then do it to yourself...

But Xie Kecheng's cold words really frightened him.

He still remembered the scene where young Xie Kecheng was carried down covered in blood.

He couldn't imagine how many punches he could hold if he was sent to the ring.

Maybe one punch could kill him half to death.

Moreover, he would cut off his limbs and throw himself into the sea...

Xie Kecheng's voice sounded faintly from behind: "Why don't you take action? Are you reluctant to do so?"

"Miao Yunchen, did you remember something?"

No.

I do not have!

I can't remember anything!

Yun Chen clenched the knife and suddenly cut the painting under him from the middle.

With a stabbing sound, the deer in the painting was split into two. Yun Chen's hands trembled violently, and he seemed to hear the deer's shrill scream while he was breathing.

He once used the pen to give them life, and now he uses the knife to destroy them with his own hands...

Sarcastic voices kept sounding behind him.

"very good."

"continue."

Yun Chen destroyed one painting after another, and finally came to the last painting.

In that painting, there was a young man in white clothes pulling a kite string.

His parents stood hand in hand not far away, looking at the innocent and lively child with a slight smile on their faces.

The tip of Yun Chen's knife hung in the air, and he suddenly looked at his beating wrist.