After Ye Mei's death, there was no medicine to control Yan Sheng's condition, and he began to get more and more serious, no longer just in a daze, but often began to have headaches, nightmares, and slurred speech, which scared Nuan Yu and Ye Xin even more.

Nuan Yu began to be sensible very early, since he can remember, his father has always been like this, but it is undeniable that he is indeed good to his mother, adding clothes and quilts, taking care of everything, but he is sick and often sick and confused, this is what his mother said.

Yan Sheng's thoughts often became very confused because of the sudden cessation of taking Ye Mei's medicine for a long time, and he himself knew his own condition, so when he was in a good state, he would lock himself in the room, and try his best to write down the pictures that flashed in his mind for a while.

That day, Yan Sheng wrote a note to the woman, which was innocent, with two words: Yan Wrong.

Ye Xin was full of tears, Yan Sheng looked sadly at Nuan Yu, who was sitting silently on the side, turned his head and walked out.

Ye Xin cried, she had never cried since Ye Mei's death, her strength made everyone sad, and now she was crying, in front of her ten-year-old son who wanted to protect, she cried so much that her liver and intestines were broken-

Nuan Yu asked her mother: Mother, why did I change my name? Why is it called Yan Wrong? Is it because I'm doing something wrong?

Ye Xin held back her tears, not knowing how to explain all this to her son, in fact, she just didn't want to admit that whether it was the child or her, it was just a mistake in Yan Sheng's life.

Yan Sheng finally put together all the fragments of his memories into the way home, he knew that he had made a mistake that could not be saved, this mistake was like a mark on his eyelids, and he was imprinted in front of him when he opened and closed his eyes, so he changed his son's name to Yan Cuo, so as to remind himself at all times.

He began to walk outside the village, constantly looking for a way back, and kept coming back hungry and cold in the middle of the night, he shouldn't have come back, since he was gone, even if he couldn't find a way out, he should have the backbone to rot and die in the wilderness, instead of the secondary Ye Xin taking care of him so sadly, looking forward to his return.

Life lived sadly, Ye Xin and Nuan Yu were accustomed to the fact that Yan Sheng always kept disappearing, and lived with each other.

Until one day - that nightmare, that nightmare of Yan Sheng, finally brought a nightmare to the family as well.

Every time he had this nightmare, he would go crazy, and he would keep yelling, so that the whole room would tremble, and Nuan Yu would stay away from him, hiding quietly in the corner, watching his mother take care of everything for him.

This time, this time it was too much, his whole body straightened like a cow tendon that was about to break, suddenly contracted sharply, sat up suddenly, and let out an earth-shattering roar from his throat: Hei Jun!

Black Joon, Black Joon! The name on the bad card has finally appeared!

This name is his nightmare, and it is also the nightmare of Ye Xin and Nuan Yu, a person shouts a name so painfully and angrily, what does that mean?

Ye Xin was pushed away fiercely, she seemed to feel something, and rushed over to cover Nuan Yu's ears tightly.

Two strands of crimson blood continued to flow out of Ye Xin's ears, lingering like two curses.

Since then, Ye Xin's body has begun to deteriorate, and blood will often crawl out of her ears from time to time. She hid it very hard, she wanted to protect the family, she wanted to give Nuan Yu a normal home, and Nuan Yu also pretended to be very hard.

The young and vigorous Nuan Yu couldn't bear it anymore, that day was his mother's birthday, Yan Sheng was still lingering and didn't know how to come back, it was just a birthday once a year, was he so stingy?

He knew where Yan Sheng always went out, he ran to that place, and looked at his father looking at that girl so affectionately and desperately, she smiled so happily, she thought that there would be so many kind passers-by in this world?! She thought everyone in the world would lose their smiles for her? Does she know that all this was bought with other people's blood and tears?

How could she possibly feel the pain of him and his mother? For so many years, her world has been protected so perfectly, without any wind, frost, rain and snow, but all of this has been exchanged from them!

The more he looked at it, the more he hated, and he wanted to stab her smile with a knife and tear her smile apart, so he rushed up and knocked her to the ground!

He hated so much that he almost vomited blood, but he couldn't kill her! He just turned around and ran away in hatred!

When he got home, Yan Sheng was already waiting for him at home, they had an argument, Yan Sheng didn't know whether to wave or push, and pushed Nuan Yu to the ground, Nuan Yu's left ear was wasted.

Ye Xin couldn't cure his ears, she flipped through the medicine books every day, trying to find a little chance to cure him, she ran out of blood, and finally went four years ago.

This woman who was born for love and died for love is finally free.

Yan Tso buried her with her own hands, her mother's face was pale and serene, and the eternal curse died with her death.

On the day Ye Xin died, Yan Sheng was away from home again, Yan Cuo never said a word again because of his deafness, he was deaf and dumb, Ye Xin was very worried that his child would not even speak in such autism.

Ye Xin sighed, hugged his son in his arms, and still comforted: There will be a way, your grandfather's medical skills are very good, there will be a way.

Yan Cuo didn't say a word, and his eyes were empty with a dull expression.

Ye Xin sighed sadly, let go of his son and walked out gently, Yan Cuo didn't even remember if he looked up to see his mother at that time, he didn't know, it would be his mother's last hug, the last sigh.

Ye Xin never came back.

He didn't think to go to her until Yan Cuo was hungry and still hadn't waited for his mother's delivery, but his mother had already collapsed cold and died in the pile of books.

Yan Cuo was so painful that he couldn't scream, his mother, the mother he promised to let her live a good life, didn't wait for him to grow up, didn't wait for him to become a man, carry the burden, and die.

Who should he hate? Who should I pour out my resentment on?!

Three years later, Yan Sheng also died, no matter what kind of hero he was during his lifetime, what kind of extraordinary and legendary life he had, he was always just flesh and blood. After more than ten years of torment by the dream demon, he also left.

Before he died, he left a letter to give to the mother and daughter who were away—

In the past ten years, who has been by his side without regrets? Why was he so stingy with his last words before he died?

- Cremation, ashes sprinkled in the west of the ruins, between the flowers, the first and last words of the man for more than ten years.

It turned out that he would have spoken a long time ago, and Yan Cuo was furious. He packed up his only belongings and left his cage-like home, burning everything to the ground, he would not return here, or never return, he wanted to avenge his mother's suffering for more than ten years, and he would not hesitate to destroy himself.

A paranoid act of revenge begins. 】

…… Originally...... That's it......

It turned out that this was the case, and the speculations that broke my liver and intestines were finally explained, and I blamed my father and Yan's mother......

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Then Yan Cuo came here, he wanted to take revenge on me for the grievances his mother had suffered for so many years, her mother's forbearance and compromise-

At this time, I looked at Yan Cuo's face again, only to realize that there was so much distressing weakness hidden behind this stubborn face, he could no longer repay all future promises to his mother who died early, in the sixteen years that my father left me, although I had to support myself, I was protected by everyone in the town, and what did Yan Cuo have?

Yan Cuo closed his eyes, and his face was full of tears.

After all these years, is he owing me? Or do I owe it to him?

Hai Piao patted him on the shoulder, and some of the pain could only be endured.

The courtyard was silent, and Han Sanxiao, who had been tense before, also had a sad face, and he quietly looked at Uncle Hei's gloomy courtyard, not knowing what he was recalling.

Yan Cuo was born in the spring, the sky is full of pear blossoms, did my father think of me at that time? Remembering the snowy winter when I was born?

I've seen Ye Xin's meticulous way of doing everything for her father, she looks so gentle, always smiling, if it weren't for that accident, if it wasn't for her bent desire to cure my father, maybe she would have a very happy life, there is no Yan fault in the world, and there is no fault in this life that my father thinks he is......

"Do you know what medicine there is in this world, and there is no cure at present?" Han San cleared his throat with a smile and asked Song Lingjian.

Compared with my sadness and sadness, Han Sanxiao cares more about the poison in my father's body, which is "incurable", may be the poison that has made my father sick for so many years and live so painfully.

"All things are mutually reinforcing, how can there be a poison in this world that cannot be solved, let alone a skill that cannot be broken." Song Ling's arrow road.

"It may be, but no one knows yet." Han San said with a smile.

Song Lingjian said impatiently: "You also said that there are some poisons that no one knows how to solve, why do you still ask me to do it?" ”

Han Sanxiao was not to be outdone: "I'll ask at random, in case I knew and I didn't ask, then you would blame me for why I didn't ask earlier." ”

Song Lingjian gave him a blank look.

Hai Piaoyuan said: "Hei Jun must know something to make him crazy, and it's not like they said, it's because he can't stand the blow of Uncle Yan's elopement with Widow Yun - Father Yan's blood hasn't appeared for many years, and Uncle Yan hasn't mentioned it again later, could it be that he is already dead?" ”

Uncle Yan is dead? ——

No—no—I can't afford any more tragedy, I remember Uncle Yan, the big boy who always held me in the air.

Han San paced a few steps with a smile, looked at the room and asked Song Lingjian: "Do you have any magical silver needles that can prick this madman with a needle and a cup of tea, as long as a cup of tea is timed, give him soberness, let him tell what he knew back then, and we don't have to guess that our heads are broken." ”

Song Lingjian said angrily: "If I have that needle, I will prick you first, and I will prick you to death, which will save you annoyance." ”

Han Sanxiao was almost.

They were arguing, and I saw that Hai Piao didn't look right, and he was in a cold sweat -

His eyes—

I heard a scream in my head, and if I could have screamed at this point, I might have screamed—

I saw that Hai Piao's eyes were coldly white, and the turquoise eyes had turned into a strange white jade-like color—

My eyes widened, but at this time, Hai Piao suddenly closed his eyes and fell backwards-

"Brother Hai Piao!" Yan Cuo quickly held the sea drift, but the sea drift was already silent.

Han Sanxiao seemed to be used to drifting like this, and said calmly: "I said that you eat more food for others, and you faint with anemia every day." ”

Yan Cuo glared fiercely at Han Sanxiao, who was saying cool words, gritted his teeth and helped him into the house.

Song Lingjian also walked in, and when she walked to my seat, she suddenly turned her head and looked around, as if she knew that someone was nearby.