"Yan Leng, do you remember the song you sang when you were in Lhasa?"

Cen Ge was laughing, but this kind of Cen Ge made Yan Leng feel a little scared, too much like when Cen Ge said goodbye to him, but he didn't dare to do anything except nod silently.

"Nothing can stop you

Your yearning for freedom.

A whimsical career,

Your heart is free of concern. ”

……

Cen Ge hummed softly, only the blue lotus in fantasy seemed to bloom in front of her eyes, beautiful, ethereal, but so unreal.

It's obviously a song with their common memory, but listening to Yan Leng's ears, it makes him so uneasy.

Cen Ge, as you said, we live and die together.

Cen Ge, don't lie to me, I'm serious.

The uneasiness, pleading, and pain in Yan Leng's heart couldn't be expressed, he could only comfort himself, maybe Cen Ge just wanted to scare him, or maybe Cen Ge just remembered them at that time, but he was so clearly aware of the despair buried in his heart.

He regretted it.

Why did he say something like that to Cen Ge, his forbearance? What about his trade-offs? What respect did he have for Cen Ge?

Yan Leng, you really have to make inches, and you deserve to be hated by others.

Without so many things as Nantian, Yan Leng was finally happy to have nothing to do, and accompanied Cen Ge at home with peace of mind, and lived his last little days before parting.

But Cen Ge still went to tutor the child named Cheng Cai every afternoon, as if he didn't cherish this time at all because they were about to separate, which made Yan Leng blushing and secretly gritting his teeth, wishing that stirring up Huang took up too much of Cen Ge's time and energy, but he also knew that if he really did this, Cen Ge would be angry, so he could only endure the anger alone.

Until the evening of the third day, when he stared at a bunch of old-fashioned TV programs in front of him, his ears had long been bent up to listen to the movement outside, and when he was full of resentment, Cen Ge entered the house.

Yan Leng was so burned by jealousy that he almost lost his mind, said faint words, and made stupid moves, which made him regret it so much that he couldn't wait to slap himself twice.

"Cen Ge, can you stop doing it, isn't it good to stay at home and live with me, our family is not short of those two money......" Yan Leng didn't think he was out of line with what he said, he had endured it long enough, and he couldn't endure it until now, and he was just complaining, and it was not easy for him.

But in Cen Ge's ears, it was so harsh, Cen Ge looked at Yan Leng, as if he knew the person in front of him on the first day.

"Yan Leng, what do you think of me. Obviously not in a high tone, Yan Leng heard a little questioning and a little decisive.

"I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing......" Yan Leng wanted to remedy, but it was too late.

"Yan Leng, don't apply the same thing to me as it applies to women, you admit your mistake, but do you really think you are wrong? Your admission of mistake is just a means of coaxing people. But I'm a man. Cen Ge's tone was very ruthless and hard, he hadn't spoken to Yan Leng in such a tone for a long time, because he didn't want them to waste their rare time arguing and backing down, but this time, he had no way back.

Yan Leng's face is not good-looking, no matter who has a hot face and a cold buttocks, I am afraid that his face will not look good, and as soon as the words come out, his tone is a little rushed.

"What do I think of you? What do you think I take you for?! I treat you as someone who wants to live with me for the rest of my life! Cen Ge, yes, I did something wrong, but you can't bully me to death!" Yan Leng suddenly became a little hysterical, and he was like the one just now, and he yelled at Cen Ge with red eyes, like a desperate madman.

Cen Ge's heart was startled by Yan Leng's voice that suddenly became excited, but his heart became even more desperate, Yan Leng, it turns out that you don't understand me, and I have also become a fool who is carried away by love.

Yan Leng didn't know what kind of despair and sadness Cen Ge felt in his heart, he just roared to himself, he thought that he had given in too much, and he had done so many things, wasn't it just to let him and Cen Ge go on? Just because of a wrong word, Cen Ge had this attitude towards him, and he was really heartbroken.

"Original...... I bullied you. Cen Ge read this sentence softly, lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he didn't say a word again, just listened to Yan Leng's roar, but his internal organs seemed to be turned over, and it hurt so much.

"Cen Ge, you should know that I have never bent over to anyone in my life, nor have I bowed my head to anyone, but to you...... You're angry, you're unhappy, I'm more uncomfortable than you, I'm racking my brains to make you happy......" Yan Leng really felt wronged, but it was just a trivial matter, he admitted his mistake, how could he be unforgivable?

Cen Ge just listened quietly and didn't say a word, but he kept his head down, and his heavy breathing showed that he couldn't suppress his feelings a little.

"Outside, I've always been the boss, I say one, no one dares to say two, but when I get home, back to the home of the two of us, I can't wait to offer you up, kneel on the ground and look up to you. I'm kind to you, it's been so long, Cen Ge, even a stone heart should be warmed up......"

Yan Leng's words were too harsh, as sharp as a needle, and he suddenly stabbed into Cen Ge's heart.

It turns out that you think so of me.

Yan Leng, it turns out that in your heart, I am such a person.

You never understood me.

Yes, even if the heart of a stone has been covered by you for so long, it should be hot, but Yan Leng, the blood in my heart was so hot, but you gave me a blow to the head when I was most proud.

It turned out to be just a big dream, but now that I woke up, it was time to see clearly.

After all, after the pain, I was very awake.

From beginning to end, Cen Ge didn't say a word, just lowered his head, waiting for the end of this qiē.

Until Yan Leng couldn't say a word anymore, Cen Ge got up, didn't look at Yan Leng, turned upstairs, returned to the room, and locked the door.

He just wanted to cry.

Yan Leng wouldn't know what kind of posture Cen Ge was in at this time, curled up, grabbed the quilt, stuffed it into his mouth, and cried silently.

A king-sized bed, with bare walls on all sides, seemed to be laughing at his self-indulgence and delusion, stop loving, Cen Ge.

Mommy, Mommy......

I miss you so much......