He was such a proud person at the beginning, but now he is a prisoner. At an age when he should be enjoying his family, it seemed a little cruel.

But everything is just a cause and effect planted by oneself.

The two fathers and sons sat opposite each other, Xue Borong looked at his son, and Xue Duyun lowered his eyes and looked at the desktop. The two seemed to be speechless for a moment, and neither of them spoke.

Xue Duyun's Adam's apple rolled several times, as if he wanted to say something, but it was difficult to speak.

I can feel his guilt very clearly.

In the end, it was Xue Borong's laughter that broke the peace.

"You are my son, but you are not like me, but what are you thinking, I think I can guess seven or eight points, so you don't have to say anything, I want to say a few words to my daughter-in-law."

Standing not far away, I couldn't help but be stunned, I didn't expect him to take the initiative to talk to me.

Moreover, this is the first time he has called me his daughter-in-law.

Xue Duyun got up and got out of the way, and I sat down and looked at him through the glass.

When I first saw Mr. Yu's diary, I really hated it, I hated it very much, and I hated that I couldn't break him into thousands of pieces. But now he is behind bars and has been duly punished. I don't hate it that much, and hate can't change what happened back then, and hate can't make my parents come back to life.

There is less hatred, but it adds a little pain, because it was his son, my love, who sent him in.

It avenged me, it hurt his heart, and it hurt me at the same time.

Xue Borong looked calm and slowly opened his mouth with a smile.

"When Duyun first brought you back, I thought you were familiar, so I went to investigate you later. In fact, over the years, I have not been stable, after all, I have done something wrong, and I am always afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. ”

At this, he laughed, as if laughing at the absurdity.

I didn't speak, I just listened quietly, and I remembered the past in my mind.

"Your presence makes my uneasiness expand, sometimes I feel like a monster, my psychology becomes very strange, and I am also like a person who is fascinated by some drug, I can't wake up, I don't want to be sober, I will be very panicked when I wake up, I am afraid, I am afraid that one day it will be revealed."

Thinking about it carefully, after I married Xue Duyun, everything Xue Borong did was to oppose us and use all kinds of scheming to provoke us, it turned out that he was just weak-hearted.

Xue Borong lowered his head and bent his back, like a person who had worked hard for half a life and now completely unloaded his fatigue and relaxed.

"Actually, I thought about turning myself in, because I have been tormented mentally for all these years, and I am always riddled with nightmares, which is not easy, but I don't have the courage after all. Looking back, I was greedy at that time, wanted a lot of things, and lived a more wanton and indulgent life. So now, when I see Ah Li's frivolity and unruliness, I have less control, and I always feel that I can understand that every man probably grew up like this. ”

He sighed, "Girl, you are actually very good, gentle and generous, I hope you can also treat Du Yun generously, everything has nothing to do with him." ”

I couldn't help but look at him in surprise, he had already gotten up, with a calm smile on his face, looked at me, and then looked up at Xue Duyun who was standing not far away, turned around and walked away slowly, walking very easily.

He will look back at the glory and absurdity of half his life behind bars, and remembers and repents for the rest of his life.

Such a back is the most chic moment he left in my memory.

After returning from prison, we barely communicated, perhaps because we didn't know how to speak.

After dinner, I went back to my room with Nianyin in my arms.

These days, Nianyin has been sleeping with us, Nianfeng probably thinks it's unfair, and he runs to the door to knock on the door, and he has to sleep with us.

I had no choice but to pick up Nianfeng and let the two little ones sleep together.

I finally put them all to sleep, and when I heard the sound of the door opening, I subconsciously closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

I heard him close the door softly, his steps lighter, and his on-the-bed movements lighter.

I don't know when I fell asleep, I didn't sleep very well because of things in my heart, and I slept until midnight, when I suddenly woke up and found that Xue Duyun was not in bed.

I got up, and the room was pitch black, the curtains gently fluttering in the wind.

There was a soft snap on the balcony, like the sound of a lighter.

I got out of bed, put on my shoes, and walked out onto the balcony.

The night was still deep, and Xue Duyun sat on a chair outside the balcony and smoked.

Quietly, only the fire light on the fingertips is extinguished.

His back as he smoked a cigarette looked very melancholy in the darkness of the night.

I always felt that he was carrying a lot of things, and these things were like an invisible net that trapped him at the moment, and it was also like a mountain pressing on him, giving him a lot of pressure.

"What does smoke smell like?" I walked up to him and asked.

He glanced up at me, and curled the corners of his lips abruptly.

"Do you want to try it?"

He looked at me with a cigarette in his hand, and his magnetic voice gave me an invisible temptation.

Usually, I always find him very charming.

"Here's one." I say.

After a slight pause, he smiled and took out a cigarette from his cigarette case, lit it and handed it to me.

I took it, a little uncomfortable, and followed his example by holding the cigarette to my fingertip and putting the mouthpiece in my mouth.

I took a puff of smoke, and the smoke suddenly went straight into my throat and nasal cavity, spicy, very smoky, I was choked and coughed, and tears were about to cough out.

Xue Duyun stood up and patted me on the back, laughing as he patted it.

I was embarrassed, sticking out my tongue and feeling so uncomfortable in my throat.

I finally recovered, and I returned the cigarette to him and said, "I don't think there's anything good, why do I have an addiction?" ”

Xue Duyun took the cigarette I had just smoked and sat back in his chair.

"Smoking, sometimes it's not smoking."

"It's lonely!" I interface.

He smiled, put the cigarette to his mouth, he was silent for a while, took off the cigarette, looked at the end of the night and said, "It's like liking someone, you can't really say what's good, but you just can't help yourself." ”

I looked at his near-perfect profile in the moonlight and said faintly, "Are you talking about me?" ”

He turned around, looked at me for a moment, and said, "What do you say?" ”

I say?

But I never really saw through his heart.

He got up from the cigarette in his hand and said to me, "Go back to your room." ”

Then we lay back on the bed, and I could still smell the faint smell of tobacco in his breath with the two children in the middle.

It's weird, I just tried it, and I don't like the taste of the smoke. But the smell of smoke in his mouth was addictive to me.

The next morning, just after dawn, I was awakened by the sound of music, and Xue Duyun was no longer in bed.

I got up and got out of bed, opened the door, and walked downstairs in search of sounds.

Walking to the living room, the floor-to-ceiling door of the living room was wide open, and I saw a figure in a white shirt standing in the courtyard, holding a guitar in his hand.

I remembered that I had a dream in which he was sitting in the yard and singing with his guitar in his arms. And now this scene almost overlaps with that dream.

I tugged at my thighs hard.

Pain! Not a dream!

He stood in the morning light, his back straight, his fingertips moving.

I walked out of the living room step by step, looking at his back, my eyes heating fiercely.

I still remember very well that one day a long time ago, I moved this guitar and he changed his face. I didn't know anything at the time, and I really felt so wronged. And Zhuo Fan and Xu Yafei both said that because of Nanxi, he was unwilling to pick up the guitar again.

At the moment, however, he was playing the guitar.

Perhaps sensing the person behind him, he slowly turned around and faced me.

After a slight pause in his fingertips, he played again, and at the same time, sang in his charismatic voice.

"Today, I watched the snow drift by in the cold night, and floated far away with a cooled heart......"

As soon as he opened his mouth, tears flowed down my eyes.

I covered my mouth, tears running down the back of my hand.

I really thought I wouldn't get a chance to hear him play guitar and sing.

He tilted his head slightly, singing this slightly vicissitudes of the song, his eyes faintly shining with tears.

I think he must have been very bitter in his heart, very bitter.

If I can't understand him, what should he do?

As the last note fell, he looked at me, and I thought I must be crying like a fool at the moment.

He held the guitar and a bitter smile curled into the corners of his lips.

The sun was slowly rising behind him, and his figure was reflected in the morning light.

A man in his early thirties, wearing a white shirt and holding a guitar, looks like a teenager in his youth, with a handsome appearance and a sentimental soul.

I ran over with tears streaming down my face, hugged him, and buried my face in his arms.

"I'm sorry!"

He asked me with his guitar behind his back, lifted my face with the corners of his eyes moistened, and smiled.

"Does it sound good?"

I nodded.

He looked into my eyes, his Adam's apple rolling, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you like to listen, I'm willing to sing it for you." ”

At this moment, my ears became unusually emotional, and every word he said sounded so touching to me that I couldn't help but have a hot nose and eyes.

"I've always loved a band for many years, and it's called Thorn Bird."

He kissed me with some emotion, and I felt something hot running down my face.

His lips trembled, and there was an astringent bitterness in his mouth.

After a kiss, we stood side by side in the courtyard and watched the sun rise.

"Why did your band call the Thorn Birds in the first place? What kind of bird is it? ”

Xue Duyun put the guitar aside and put his arms around me, his fingers gently rubbing my shoulder.

"The thorn bird flies all its life; When it is dying, it will look for a thorn to stop, nail itself to the longest thorn, and leave a swan song for the ages, so it is called the thorn bird. ”

I didn't expect that there was such a bird in this world, and I was shocked and felt that this name was too sad.

"Sir, ma'am! Look! ”

Sister Luo's surprised voice suddenly came from the living room.

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