Ignoring the gaze of the woman on the other side of the table from time to time, Gu Shengge chewed and swallowed the food in his mouth slowly, he liked the food cooked by Wu's mother very much. It's just that after being kicked out of the Han family later, he never enjoyed it again. In fact, he still misses it a little. He had never tasted the dishes made by his mother since he was a child, and he could not remember the taste of zào created by his father in his memory. For him, the dishes cooked by the Han family's mother Wu may be the taste of his mother he imagined when he was a child. Warm, earthy, soft and authentic. It's like the cup of hot milk that his mother brought him every night in his childhood memory, just drinking it can be exchanged for a good night's sleep.

Gu Shengge has never denied that he is a person who is greedy for warmth. Because of lack, so covetous. Han Zhengyu in his previous life showed a little warmth to him, and he was so satisfied that he couldn't extricate himself. I can't wait to give back to him. But after experiencing a lifetime of twists and turns and regaining his life, when he stood from a completely different perspective and looked at this man who had made him love for nearly his life, he silently saw another completely different Han Zhengyu.

For the first time, Gu Shengge saw Han Zhengyu's indifference to himself so clearly, and finally recognized the selfishness, imperiousness and willfulness of Han Zhengyu's character. Gu Shengge even realized for the first time that in every day in his memory when Shen Wanyu verbally attacked him, his lover at the time, Han Zhengyu, stood silently and timidly behind his mother again and again.

He acquiesced to his mother's pickiness and rudeness towards Gu Shengge, the adopted son, countless times. Even after the relationship was forced to be exposed, when Shen Wanyu rushed over uncontrollably to abuse and beat Gu Shengge, he never stepped forward to help block it......

Gu Shengge finally understood.

He finally understood why Zheng Hengzhao, who had always been casual back then, would rarely look into his eyes seriously and tell him word by word.

"Gu Shengge, he is not worthy of you. ”

I still remember that on the empty rooftop of that year, under the dark night, the young man in the white shirt had a pair of obsidian bright eyes, and his eyebrows were like ink.

Shirts, rooftops, nights.

Summer breeze, beer, starry sky.

It was a silhouette that youth deliberately missed.

It is a memory that belongs only to him and the man.

Gu Shengge closed his eyes, and the sly and evil smile of the man's youth appeared in front of him so naturally.

He lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

It's weird, Zheng Hengzhao.

Why.

Looking forward to seeing you again.