Song Jia really didn't know anything.

Because, Cheng never let her know anything.

Including Cheng Ye's experience when he was a child.

His mother died young.

My father later married another.

gave birth to a young son.

For this half-brother.

He can't tell whether he hates more or loves more.

Cheng Ci especially likes to stick to Cheng Ye.

Where does Cheng go.

He went wherever he went.

When Cheng Ci first could speak, he was not called father or mother.

It's my brother.

He likes Cheng Ye even more than he likes his father.

But.

Cheng doesn't like him either.

Start small.

He didn't like it.

Every time, Cheng Ci can eat behind closed doors here at Cheng Ye.

Or maybe it's a bigger deal.

But he always cried after he was done.

Xiang Cheng also said aggrievedly: "Brother, I'm sorry, I won't make you angry next time, don't be angry." ”

In fact, every time it is the little guy who is wronged.

In the midst of this day-to-day contradiction and guilt, love and hate.

Cheng Ye's spirit and psychology are not normal.

It can even be said that it is extreme.

He never managed to come out of his mother's death.

Because his mother likes him to do well in school.

So he studied hard.

Even if the mother is gone.

He also studied hard.

He never told outsiders about the things he pressed in his heart.

Until the first year of junior high school.

encountered something that made his world desperate and dark.

His psychology was directly distorted.

What about good academic performance?

What about the National School Grass?

He's just a fragile boy who can't be loved.

The day Song Jia left.

He tried to make more than fifty phone calls to Song Jia.

Keep calling until your phone runs out of battery.

But.

The reply on the other side is always cold-

"Your call is temporarily unreachable."

Cheng locked himself in a dimly lit room like that.

No light, no breeze.

Yes, it's just that his heart gradually despairs until it decays......

His room was covered with paintings and photographs.

Almost all of them are from him.

Back and forth, stroke by stroke, silhouette by shadow.

It's all Song Jia.

Song Jia's smile, Song Jia's retrospectiveness, Song Jia's coquettishness, Song Jia's cuteness.

So much so and so much.

Almost filled his entire room.

It was one of those nights.

His cell phone kept calling until it ran out of battery.

He saw the scissors on the table opposite.

Tell yourself countless times -

Song Jia is really gone.

She really doesn't want you anymore......

The tall but decadent body of a young man.

Under the shadow of the reflection of the curtains.

Straight down.

It's like a broken doll.

Until he slit his wrists.

His eyes kept falling on the opposite wall—

In that one, Song Jia stood in front of Rose.

Smile very brightly in the photo.

He thought.

He'll remember her for the rest of his life.

He did it.

His love for Song Jia was from birth to death.

It won't end.

It will not be extinguished.

His love is eternal......

***

Cheng also cut his wrists.

Except for Yu Chenglan.

No one knows.

Even Jiang Chengyan and Chen Zheng didn't know.

The big guy only knows.

Cheng Ye always wears a black bracelet on his wrist.

The underside of the bracelet.

It's a whole bunch of black roses.

Lifelike.

What they don't know is.

That is Cheng Ye's heart - to live to die.

He will always like Song Jia.

However, he will also hate her forever.

Certain.