"It's all to prevent the people of the Mo family," Chu Shao sneered, "The thoughts of those people have not stopped for a moment, Mo Wenbin's death is definitely not because of illness." ”

"I also think that otherwise, it would be impossible to die after half a year of pain, obviously someone did something," Chen An frowned, "Who has the ability to attack Mo Wenbin?"

As soon as he spoke, Chu Shao squinted his eyes keenly, if he said that he was the best person to attack Mo Wenbin......

The man's heart sank, and some conjectures were infinitely magnified in his heart, he pursed his lips and didn't speak, Chen An said again, "The people of the Mo family have been to my house countless times since then, and they are nothing more than asking me what I am doing, knocking on the side, in short, the identity must not be revealed at present, we must be completely sure." ”

"I know, don't worry. ”

Chu Shao picked up the cigarette case on the side, and Chen An snatched it when he saw this, "Crazy, you can't smoke." ”

"One can't die," Chu Shao snatched it again, put it to his lips and lit it, and the smoke he spit out lightly blurred his eyes, "What's the child's name?"

"Mo Yaochen. ”

Mo Yaochen......

Mo Beiyan took it, right?

Chu Shao took two more puffs of his cigarette, he straightened up, "You go and rest." ”

Chen An didn't move, "How long are you going to stand here?"

"How long have I been standing up?" interrupted Hatsusho, his voice piercing, "I'll never sit down again." ”

Chen An choked in his throat, and the layers of deep meaning in his words could only be understood by them.

yes, that's easier said than done?

In the past four years, more than 1,400 days, how many times have I been on the verge of collapse, how many times have my life been in danger, how many times have I struggled in pain, how many times have I been as dark as a mouse, and how many times have I been tormented day and night......

How many times have you stood up and fallen down, how many times you can't even pick up a spoon, how many times have you been so painful that you can't open your eyes, how many times have your thoughts become sick and you don't want to live...... How many times have you even walked to the door of the ghost gate?

Chen An didn't dare to think about how many times, he really couldn't count, and he didn't want to count.

He raised his hand and landed on the man's shoulder and shook it gently.

"It's fine. ”

The cigarette in the hand of the young man has burned to the end, he looked at the sparks and swallowed the tobacco little by little, the corners of the man's mouth quenched a smile, he pressed the cigarette butt out, and his five fingers were retracted freely, such a simple action, for him a year ago, it was a luxury.

People are like this, when they are really forced to the edge of the cliff, they will find that the only way is to jump down.

"Go to sleep, it's not early. ”

"You also rest early. ”

Chen An turned around and walked out, the door was lightly closed, but the man did not rest, he came to the sofa and took out an envelope from the drawer.

There is a photo inside, this angle should be taken downstairs, in the photo, the woman nested on the recliner on the balcony on the second floor, the moment she froze the frame, she just stretched out her hand, and her fingers were full of sunshine, and her little face was bright and happy.

The man Hei Yao Tongren quenched his inexhaustible affection, he washed all the bottoms, and also lost a qiē original thing, but only this photo, he stayed.

He raised his hand and stroked her cheeks, just like the touch that remained on his fingertips, so obsessive and nostalgic.

The feelings he had had were so strong and hot that even when he was on the verge of death, he couldn't forget them.