The results announced by the police were that Chixiao suffered retaliation and unfortunately caught up with a landslide near the construction site, and everyone was buried deep underground.

The people around him said to Si Yan that maybe Chixiao was an unfortunate student, but Si Yan must be the luckiest teacher.

There have been several Tsinghua University and Peking University in the first middle school, but this is the first time that the provincial champion has been born.

Earned fame without spending a penny.

How good?

Si Yan didn't hear a word, and it took a long time to be confused.

He only remembered that day, he rushed back to school happily, the school leaders held an emergency meeting, and took a number of publicity plans, and his parents never expected Chixiao to reach this point.

They even began to accept it slowly, thinking that the kid might not really be a drag on Si Yan.

They thought about it for a long time, thinking that maybe this was God's fair 'reward', and it was Si Yan who had made them live too comfortably over the years, so they saved such a big surprise for him in the end.

The mother said that she thought about it carefully and did some addition and subtraction, compared to the children of her friends, the 'big surprise' that Si Yan gave them was almost the same, as parents, they would never abandon their children.

As parents, they think a lot.

Maybe the domestic environment can't tolerate their relationship, and when they have saved enough money, they will immigrate abroad and live an ordinary life outside.

She said: "My children have rarely worried me over the years, and they have been very sensible since they were a few years old, and they have been guarding me very early. And now, at last, it's time for me to protect you. At this time, the whole world is standing opposite you, so I should stand behind you and support you. ”

"As a mother, that's all."

Si Yan only felt that it was really good.

The dream came true, and God put everything he wanted into his hands.

However, before he could hold the beautiful crystal ball in front of him, the scene shattered.

This man disappeared from his world, completely gone, as if the world had evaporated.

Only the vacant place in his heart can prove that he has really come.

He rebuilt the ring to the size that best suited him to his ring finger, keeping a person's promise to face the sun again after grief, pain, and hatred.

This life was long and bitter, but he still tried his best to put on a posture and walked forward with a graceful smile.

One year, two years.

Ten years, twenty years.

Forty years, sixty years.

Time is like water, and time is like a shuttle.

"I'm tired."

He sat down on a park bench on crutches.

In the palm of his hand, the appearance of the young man is forever fixed at the best age, and he has long been wrinkled, his temples are white, and he has long been unable to see the elegance of his youth.

"Will you hate me?"

No.

"I'm here to accompany you."

Well.

"It's good."

Where is good.

The old man squinted his cloudy eyes and looked at the sky.

"I always felt like you've always been there."

Where he couldn't see, the boy was still sitting cross-legged, his expression as lazy as ever, squinting at the sunset like him.

Thin bits of light passed through his transparent body and landed on the shoulders of those around him.

Me.

It was always there.

It's just that you can't see it.