The airport in D City.
Looking at the strange D City, I was filled with emotion.
I had countless times of fantasy I returned to D City which was as same as before.
But it had changed.
Then I thought, even I had changed. How could the world not change?
I stood by the side of the airport for a long time. Many taxi drivers asked me if I wanted to take a taxi, but I refused.
Not long after, a taxi pulled up in front of me. The driver rolled down the car window and smiled at me. "Where are you going, Buddy?"
I looked at him, without saying anything, and got into the car.
As I sat in the back, he talked to me all the way, but I rarely responded. He smiled after he found me had no interest talking to him, so he stopped speaking.
Soon, the car arrived where I used to live. The driver looked at odometer, turned around and said, "Thirty, buddy."
I took out a black bag from my backpack and handed it to him. He was stunned and said cautiously, "What do you mean?"
I open the bag. After seeing there was 100 thousand cash in it, the driver said nervously, with his pupil shrank, "Buddy, you..."
I put the money on the front seat and smiled. "Thank you," I said, "You saved a girl five years ago."
He was stunned and then patted his own head, burst into laughter, "I remember! It is you! Haha! But I can't take you money, so take it back."
I smiled, pushed the door open and left without the money. By the time he poked his head out to find me, I had disappeared.
I stood in front of the rusty iron gate and shouted, "Dad, Mom! Emelia, I am back!"
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, but after a long time, there was no answer.
I frowned. Weren't my parents home?
At this time, the opposite resident pushed open the door. It was a woman. She said me who I was.
I smiled at her and said, "Madam, my parents live here."
"Your parents?" the woman's face darkened, "How dare you treat your parents in that way?"
Frowning, I asked, "What's wrong?"
The woman was angry, "Your parents worked in the construction site to earn money for you."
The construction site? work?
I remembered my foster father worked in a state-owned enterprise. My foster mother ran a small supermarket, so they had a well-off life. Why were they working on a construction site?
What happened in those five years?
I was stunned and said, "Madam, I don't know about it. Can you tell me where the construction site is?"
Seeing my reaction, the woman calmed herself down and told me the position.
I took a taxi to the construction site.
The construction site was under construction, which seemed to be transforming the old residential area. I walked in and saw my foster parents sweating under the hot sun. My foster father was moving bricks up the road, while my foster mother was mixing cement.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I later learned that when I left that night, my parents forgave me.
Just as I was about to walk in, a foreman came up to my foster father and shouted, "You are too slow. Hurry up, do you want to stay or not?"
My foster father bent quickly and said, "Sure, Sir."
His face was pale. He was tired and almost prostrate, as if he walked on air.
After a few steps, foster father fell on his back. I hurried to run to him.
The foreman kicked hard on the back of my foster father. Seeing that he had no response, he scolded, "Fuck, are you pretending to be death. Get up and work!"
My foster mother was the first to arrive at the foster father's side. She crouched down holding his body, shouting his name. My foster father opened his eyes, and things were blurred to his eyes.
The foreman pointed to my foster parents and said, "I heard that you used to work in a state-owned enterprise, But in here, you're not privileged. Get out of here if you can't do it! Now you've got ten seconds to get up and move!"
My foster mother's eyes were full of tears and she bit her lips. It was a grievance, but there was nothing she could do.
At this time, I arrived in front of the foreman, said coldly, "He has collapsed, can't he rest?"
For a moment, my foster parents looked at me with complex eyes. After a long time, my foster father slowly spoke in an incredulous way, "Jayden…Jayden!"
"Dad! Mom!" At that moment, I cannot hold my tears. I felt guilty in face of my parents!
"Jayden! He is Jayden!" my mother called my name, "My child, you finally have come back! We miss you so much!"
"I'm sorry!" I looked down, bit my lip, and blamed myself to the core.
"It is good to have you back!" My foster father giggled. An indomitable man could not help but burst into tears in this moment.
I squatted down. He reached out his dirty hand and wanted to wipe away my tears, but he drew back. I took their hand tightly to hold my face.
However, an untimely voice sounded, "Am I here to see your show? Get up and work!"
My eyes were suddenly cold. I put down the hands of foster parents, got up slowly, staring at the foreman. This fat man, with his tiny right, looked at me arrogantly. And when he met my eyes, he initially took back his sights, swallowed saliva, and said in a displeased manner, "Why are you staring at me?"
He saw a cold and sharp murderous look in my eyes.
The murderous look for ordinary people was a mysterious thing, but for a man in the underworld, it was real. Only those who had really killed people possessed the spirit of killing.
And the people I've killed... was countless.
My hands were stained with the blood of sin.
"Fuck off!" I said coldly and did not mean to be angry!
"Fuck off?" The foreman hissed, "Young man, I am the foreman here. Your parents work for me. You are the one should be fuck off!"
My foster mother took my arm and whispered, "Let's go, Jayden... We are glad to have you back. Let's go home and cook a meal for you!"
I ignored her but kept staring at the foreman, and said coldly, "You just kicked my dad, apologize to him!"
The foreman wrung his neck and said angrily, "I won't apologize. What's wrong? A slacker like him, he deserves it!"
"Then you deserved it too!" I walked toward him with a heavy step.
But, my foster mother pulled me, and said, "Jayden... Let sleeping dogs lie."
I turned my head and was about to speak to my foster mother, but a gust of wind struck me. I looked back, and the foreman grabbed a shovel and was about to hit me.
"Jayden!" My foster father gave a loud cry, got up and rushed to me with his teeth clenched, trying to protect me.
But.
Mom and Dad!
Five years ago, I failed to protect Emelia, which made you upset.
Now.
Five years later, I came back and would protect you all my life.
The foreman's movement, in my eyes, was as slow as a slide.
He was not even qualified to be my opponent...