The summer nights were unusually hot, and the air felt like it was being scorched.

Mr. Shan was wearing a thin T-shirt and was already sweating when he walked to the café.

There are not many people in the café.

A few years ago, Silence and Lu Zuoyu also talked in this café in the middle of the night.

Luo Zhen was waiting for Mr. Shan by the window, with a grim expression.

"Hello uncle, uncle." The general rules of the mountain sat down opposite Luo Town, and his heart was worried.

Luo Zhen was sitting precariously, his face was still covered with traces left by the weather, his handsome face was resolute, and his eyebrow bones were cold and hard, which was somewhat similar to silence.

Luo Zhen put a box on the table: "Give it back to you." ”

Mr. Shan was stunned and hesitated to open the small box.

Inside is a small silver ring.

When Mr. Shan saw Lu Zuoyu giving Chu Xiaoxi a ring, he was itching, and tried his best to get the size of a silent finger, and also made a pair of silver rings.

After that, Silence wore it all the time and rarely took it off.

Luo Zhen said: "I know you are a good boy... But I'm such a son, I can't see him ruined. In the past, for the sake of Luo Shen's face, I reluctantly accepted you. Now it's different, and I've seen clearly that you're not suitable. ”

"I don't agree with him playing games every day and wasting time. When Luo Shen wakes up, I will take him back. ”

"You're still young, don't always occupy my Luo Shen."

"Just for his good. You don't know how much Luo Shen has been wronged in our family because of you. ”

In the café, only Luo Zhen's deep and helpless voice remained.

Mr. Shan pinched the small box and didn't speak for a long time.

Luo Zhen said: "They are all young people, and occasionally they go the wrong way, I can understand that. You have to think about Luo Shen, this child, when you are old, you have no children and no daughters, who will support you for the elderly? Our Luo family is a lone seedling, you can't let our Luo family be the last. ”

Mr. Shan suddenly raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man opposite: "Am I not the only seedling of my family?" ”

In fact, Mr. Shan's parents are not so willing to treat Mr. Shan and be silent.

Mr. Shan's parents just love their children too much and can't bear to hurt their children's feelings, so they maintain a neutral attitude towards this special relationship.

Luo Zhen choked.

The summer night outside the window is sweltering, stuffy to people's hearts.

Mr. Shan shook his head with a smile and squeezed the small box tightly: "Uncle, why do you always feel that it is me who has brought the silence." He likes me and I like him, it's just that we both happen to be men..."

At the beginning, Mr. Shan was still a straight man, and he traveled thousands of miles to chase silence, during which he struggled fiercely in his mind countless times, and finally put everything aside and chose to be with silence.

But in Luo Zhen's eyes, it is the mountain that "brings bad" silence.

The mountain is always very uncomfortable, just like drinking the bitter gall mixed with Coptis chinensis, which is bitter from the mouth to the heart.

"I watched the silence unconscious, and I felt very uncomfortable." Mr. Shan looked directly at Luo Zhen, his eyes were slightly red, "You just locked the door, closed the curtains, and didn't let me see him, as if I was a big pest." ”

Luo Zhen gritted his teeth and whispered: "Child, listen to the old man's words, don't get close to Luo Shen anymore... How much did he suffer for you? Don't hurt him.."

Mr. Shan didn't say anything more, picked up the small box on the table, stood up, and prepared to leave.

Luo Zhen: "Wait! ”

Shan didn't look back, and continued to walk outside the café, his finger touched the doorknob, and suddenly he heard a plop behind him.

Mr. Shan turned his head in surprise.

The iron-clad middle-aged man, a father, knelt down.