The shadow of the smoke was reflected on his legs, the lines of his legs were bent, he pressed the car window, the cold air ran in without saying anything, and the passing years couldn't help but shudder, the smoke rose from his fingertips, drifting out of the window, the cold air seemed to freeze all the real and false enthusiasm in this city, he only felt that as far as his eyes could see, a depression.

When he went back, the nanny was squatting in the living room to clean up something, and he noticed the wreckage of food spilled around the car seat and the white porcelain shards, and he knew what was going on without asking, but he decided to ask anyway to show his concern and concern. He never thought of standing by and watching everything related to him.

The babysitter looked up at him, but didn't answer anything, and his old mother was still frozen in her wheelchair, her eyes level, and no one knew what she was looking at, just as no one knew what she was thinking. He wanted to cry, he wanted to ask her what she wanted, what she wanted him to do. But he didn't ask, but bowed down and squatted down, looked up at his mother, and saw the wrinkles on her face, as well as the cloudy gaze, the vicissitudes of her face, her hair was almost all white----- she didn't have so many white hair before, last year, last year there weren't so many, she was old, her heart was old before her body, and a picture suddenly broke into his head, the rotten fruit from the inside out, it looked fine on the surface, but it had been rotting inside for a long time. There are two kinds of people in this world: one person will show her joys, sorrows and sorrows on her face, and everyone can see her sorrows, and the other person is good at hiding, thinking that she has been fine, who knows that she has died from inside.

Is his mother that kind of person? What about Chen Mofei? He couldn't find an answer. Liu Nian lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, he still couldn't find his mother's gaze, maybe only his father could save her, maybe his father couldn't, maybe he could go back in time, but time would never go back. He really wanted to persuade her two sentences, it was over, he also died, if he really had a good relationship, then the good one also died.

He didn't know that his mother was entangled in this ------ they all died, and there was no way to fulfill their so-called love in the world, and they went to another world to realize their dreams. He wanted to leave her like that, to join her as soon as possible, at the cost of death.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, and he started to run from his bed, to another room, and now farther, to another world---- another world where she would not be at all.

How much he hated her, and if he hated her so much, why didn't he tell her frankly earlier, and then leave her. She also has the right to her own happiness. She has this right! She has this right! She's not unliked. When I was young, there were people who liked her, and they liked it like that. No matter how old she is, there are people who like her, but for him she rejected everyone, she rejected the whole world. Why can she refuse everyone and the whole world for the sake of a man and yet he can't!

Man!

Hehe.

Maybe a man can never say no to a different woman. And what women reject is not a different man, but an unknown possibility. Men tend to be aggressive and expansive, so they are not afraid of the unknown, which makes them yearn for it because it is mysterious and unpredictable. And women tend to be conservative, so they are afraid of the dangers hidden behind the unknown. They don't want to take risks, but not changing, not changing, and fearing change can be the biggest danger in their lives.

She woke up too late, oh no, she'd been fully awake all her life. Awakening is a complex process, like a chick breaking out of an eggshell, it needs the power to break from the inside out, she doesn't have this power, her power has been vividly applied to the man called Liunian all her life, she pays attention to him to the point that she completely forgets her own existence, inside and outside, in front of Liunian, these all no longer exist.

Having paid so much for him, I didn't expect this to be the result. She stared straight at her, but her memories were frequently looking back. She kept looking back, kept looking back, and the memories took her back to the past, those years that she would never be able to go back to, if, if, if......

She just didn't think it was worth it, she was too much of a loss in this life.

What a loss.

She couldn't afford to lose anymore, but she didn't have much chance of winning. And even if it was to win, what was it going to win? She was a little at a loss. She was left with only her son. Son, she thought of the passing years, son, she repeated in her heart, her son would not betray her, because she had no choice.

She smiled unconsciously, but Liu Nian didn't see the upturned corners of her mouth.

"Leave me alone. He wanted to say, "I am your own son." ”

He had a son of his own, but he didn't do anything for him.

I don't know if Chen Mofei will become what his mother is like today after many years.

Liunian felt a little unimaginable.

The world will always surprise everyone. Yet everyone once felt like they had complete control over the world, and how funny it was.

He stood up, a little tired. The mess on the ground has been cleaned up.

"Be careful. He reminded the babysitter, "Don't scratch your hands." ”

The nanny looked up at him and decided to remain silent.

He silently approached the couch, then let his body sink into it.

Most of the time in the house now feels like a mime, and sometimes the silence makes him feel suffocated.

Fate grabbed him by the throat.

He thought about it from time to time.

However, he doesn't seem to have the strength to fight back. He recalls a long time ago, he feels like an old man lately, especially after his father is gone, he often recalls what his father was like when he was alive: he loved to read and write, he didn't play with him much, there was no too intense expression on his face, he was always calm. For a while, I thought that the years must have given my father a lot to make him so restrained and unfazed in the end.

He also thought of when he was a child, when did he come? He couldn't remember how old he was, he must have been sensible, he must have remembered, his parents slept separately, he didn't think so, and then he went to a classmate and found that his parents lived together, and then he was older, and then he was with Chen Mofei, he was eighteen years old that year, and he was about to graduate from high school, and he was about to take the university entrance examination. He thought that in this life, he must marry the woman named Chen Mofei, and after marriage, he would definitely not become a man like his father.

He must not want to be the one who became him in the end.

The term "family of origin" is now frequently mentioned, and the pain and damage brought to us by the family of origin sometimes need people to spend a lifetime to dissolve, and sometimes it may not be dissolved in a lifetime, and those who cannot be dissolved leave with resentment or regret.

The nanny cleaned up, and Liu Nian felt that although the nanny didn't look at him, what didn't look at him was the nanny's eyes, but he always felt that the nanny was staring at him with another pair of eyes. He didn't dare to turn his head to look at the nanny, Liu Nian knew that he was afraid, and if the nanny offered to leave him at this time, he would be at a loss.

However, Kang Ruoran came to give a new opinion. Kang Ruoran said, what are you afraid of? You can let my aunt come to my house, you know that my house is big, there are two people waiting in my house, and we can monitor it in real time abroad.

It was a good idea, so Liunian took the initiative to quit the nanny. The nanny didn't say anything when she left, and it was one of the jobs she had struggled with the most to this day: it wasn't a lot of work, it wasn't complicated, but every day when she opened her eyes in her room, she felt that she wasn't working, she wasn't even living, and she felt that the home exuded an air of decay like a tomb. So after settling her wages, she left. There's nothing to be nostalgic about, the part-time workers are either playing the east or the west,

Kang Ruoran took the old lady to his home, and when everything was settled, the two families also had a meal together, the old man Kang's recovery momentum was good, his life was already semi-self-sufficient, and his speech was clear, and he even wanted to drink two glasses. Liu Nian felt that life was really incredible, and he felt that the few people sitting at this table at this time were a very wonderful combination, such as him and Kang Ruoran, they almost became husband and wife, but they turned against each other, Kang Ruoran couldn't say much for him, herself, her mother. On the other hand, Kang's father is suspected to be the real murderer of his father, and not long before that, they had a-for-tat confrontation, saying that it was not too much to say that they were pregnant with ghosts. At that time, it was estimated that both sides wanted to kill the other as soon as possible.

However, it didn't take long for them to sit at the same table and eat, talk and laugh, and the atmosphere was even harmonious.

Father Kang proposed to have a drink in the new year. Liu Nian really wanted to have a drink, he wanted to drink a cup a long time ago, but he couldn't drink it at home at that time, Chen Qiao could accompany him in the past, but now Chen Qiao ------

Kang Ruoran had already brought all the wine and glasses.

Thin-tired white porcelain wine glasses, not goblets. The Kang family is a big family, although it seems to be withering now, the rules and habits that have been followed for many years have not changed.

Moutai, the aroma of the wine is mellow, the color of the wine is transparent and natural, Kang Ruoran's thin white fingers disturb the bottle, and the liquor shoots an arc from the mouth of the bottle, and it flows into the wine glass. Kang Ruoran poured the wine well, and the liquor overflowed to the mouth of the glass, full but not overflowing. The smell of wine entered his nose.

It's been a long time.

He thought.

The overhead light of the dining table reflected in the wine, and Liu Nian glanced inside, and the bottom of the glass seemed to shine into his facial features.

"You're welcome. Kang Ruoran's father said, and the old man looked at him. Liu Nian smiled, and vaguely saw countless times in the past, he sat in the same position, father, Kang's father, him, the three of them drank and talked happily.

It's like yesterday.

Mention the wine glass in the passing years.

Wine!

He praised from the bottom of his heart.