The minimalist black, white, and gray colors form a cool tone, and the original flowing and indulgent red wine has long since dried up at the bottom of the glass, and the dark red sticky edge shines through the crystal glass, like the color of blood flowing from a wound.

There is a poisonous sin in the glamorous.

Bei Langsheng watched everything cold and messy at home, and his mood was extremely heavy.

He looked obscuribly at Beizhan, his father, who was slumped on the sofa after being drunk.

"School?" The handsome mature man asked sleepily with his eyes closed.

"Hmm." After changing his shoes at the entrance, Beilangsheng crossed the Northern War to the restaurant. The dining table was empty, and the food in the refrigerator and cupboards was swept away by the Northern War, as if locusts had crossed the border, leaving no armor behind.

The boy took a deep breath, the pungent smell of alcohol lingering in the air and he couldn't hold back the door anymore.

Walking quickly to the sofa in the living room, Bei Langsheng grabbed Bei Zhan's collar with a sigh of anger, and shouted with an almost heart-rending rebuke: "Bei Zhan, can you live like a man again?" Look at your half-dead appearance now, are you worthy of my mother? ”

Bei Zhan's body shook vigorously under his vigorous shaking, and finally reluctantly got up from the sofa that had collapsed for a day, he slowly opened his peach blossom eyes that were exactly the same as those of Bei Langsheng, and his sharp gaze was buried by endless turbidity after a short period of leakage.

"Have you had enough of the noise?" He spoke coldly.

Bei Langsheng listened to his words without any emotion, and smiled sadly.

He slowly let go of the hand holding the other party's collar, and gradually took a few steps back in a daze: "If my mother has a spirit in the sky, she must be very disappointed when she sees you like this now." ”

Bei Langsheng stared deeply at the jade pendant hanging on Bei Zhan's chest, under the warm greasy care was a shallow cloud containing supernatural spirits, his disappointed gaze stopped at the wine stain on the dry collar, and after a long silence, it suddenly burst out.

"Northern War, I really despise you! What kind of man and what kind of father are you! ”

He was like a trapped beast on the verge of despair, and Bei Langsheng threw the wine glass and other miscellaneous items to the ground neatly with red eyes, and he watched his father from a distance of only two steps between the splashes of wine and shards.

It's only two steps, though.

But there has long been an abyss between father and son.

Beizhan stood still and let his son collapse and vent, he knew that his son hated him.

hates why he didn't spoil her when Irimu was alive, really, and affectionately.

It's very important why he didn't take good care of her after Iris's marriage.

Hate why he didn't live well after the death of Iris, who was square and proud.

It's this day-by-day, year after year: a day-by-day listlessness, a wasted time that gives up on oneself. In addition to the deceit in the officialdom, the drunken gold fans at the banquet are drunk and dreamed back in the middle of the night, like a walking corpse.

Beizhan sighed heavily, raised his hand and wiped his face dejectedly: "Hungry, I'll cook for you." ”

He crossed the Bei Langsheng standing in front of him, and the moment he passed by, Bei Zhan saw his son's tears in his eyes from the corner of his eye.

Footsteps came to a halt.

"I'm sorry, son."