We.

Yes, us. But what about after "us"? Shen Yigong didn't know what he should say. Confess? How to make the other person understand this distorted and unusual emotion. Conceal? At this point, all the lies pale in comparison. He hesitated, thinking about whether he should tell Liang Qingwen about this.

"We ...... We had a fight because of the smoke. Shen Yigong finally chose a compromise topic. It was difficult for him to explain these past to Liang Qingwen. How embarrassing, a dusty past that has plagued him for eight years is now difficult for him to speak. He could tell Mu Qiuping without reservation, because he knew that the woman would definitely keep it a secret for herself, and more importantly, it was a woman, and women were born with extraordinary empathy and sensitivity to emotions.

But Liang Qingwen is not.

He avoided the possibility of guessing how the other party would react. Besides, this sentence is not light, and Liang Qingwen was slightly stunned when he heard it.

“…… Pot? ”

Shen Yigong nodded sullenly.

"You quarreled with Huo Zuo because of the big smoke?" Liang Qingwen gasped, as if admiring Shen Yigong's courage, "This is an open secret, but you ...... I really didn't expect you to have the courage to mention it to him. ”

"I can't accept it, anyway, I don't know what you think, I've been holding back my heart for a long time about Huo Zuo's big cigarettes."

"Well, I know that."

"You know, why didn't you say that? He certainly didn't start smoking in the last two years, right? You didn't get divorced at that time, you should have known this, didn't you think about stopping it? ”

"Where can I talk to him? Besides, that's Huo Zuo - who would dare to stop Huo Zuo? Do you think everyone has your guts? ”

Shen Yi bowed his head and leaned back, covering his hands in front of his eyes: "But he can't keep doing this, right?" The Great Smoke was now destroying him step by step. Are you asking me to just sit on the sidelines, do nothing, and say nothing? ”

Liang Qingwen was too honest and asked him: "Then what qualifications do you have to say and do?" ”

The other party was instantly speechless.

It's him, and now what qualifications does he have and what position does he have?

"This matter happened a few years ago, and Yiman didn't say it. But she said it was useless, how can you say it? ”

"Then watch?"

"Or else?"

Shen Yigong didn't start, as if he didn't want to say anything more. Liang Qingwen glanced at him, no longer asked, just muttered to himself: "So that's the case." ”

The cancan dance on stage was finally finished, and the dancers streamed out from the left. Shen Yigong looked at it for a while, then stood up and threw the cigarette butt to the ground: "I have other things to do beforehand, you are staring at the hard work here." ”

"I'll leave it to me here, you can go first." Liang Qingwen waved his hand from the guy who was hosting, and stood up with Shen Yigong, he smelled the smell of the man, and added, "Go back and take a good shower and sleep, blow your hair, don't be sloppy and sloppy." ”

"Well, I know."

"I'll let Mother Zhao iron the new suit and put it on your bed, you will wear that set tomorrow, don't mess around with your own tie and handkerchief, you know?"

Shen Yigong stopped the steps he had just wanted to move away, and stood there listening to Mr. Liang's arrangement: "What else do you have to say, let's say it together, I will give you a share tomorrow." ”

Liang Qingwen hurriedly replied to him: "There is nothing else, I beg you to dress like a dog tomorrow." ”

"Are you complimenting me?"

"Boast."

Shen Yigong smiled at him, turned around and waved his hand away. Liang Qingwen stood there and hesitated for a long time, but after thinking about it, he stopped him again: "Shen Yigong." ”

"Huh?" He stopped and turned around.

Liang Qingwen put down the list and stood up straight: "Many things will pass in the past, no matter how difficult it was at the time." Really, my experience as someone who has come before. ”

Shen Yigong reluctantly squeezed out a smile as an answer: "Thank you, Brother Qingwen." ”

Tomorrow is the opening ceremony.,He's the hero anyway.。 When he got home, Zhao's mother took Xiaoqiang out and didn't come back, so he stayed in the bathroom alone and took a bath for most of the day. Standing in front of the mirror wrapped in a bath towel, Shen Yigong wiped off the layer of mist on it and reached out to prop it on the tile. He looked at his eyes covered with red blood, his beard was tied up, his lower eyelids were blue, and he had obviously not slept well for a long time.

Shen Yigong took the razor, and then took the soap to lather, and he slowly shaved his beard with his chin raised. The mirror reflected his muscles and the bullet marks and scars that had been left on him by the years of fighting, and these scars had become deeply embedded in his skin as the years passed, becoming an inseparable part of his life.

Most of the scars were left by Huo Zuo's side back then, and he could throw his life for that man, but all the affection was just a hot-headed impulse when he was young. Driven by lust and a sense of responsibility, I want to prove myself in front of him again and again: to prove that I am growing, to prove that I am strong, to prove that I am mature, to prove that I am able to stand by his side, to prove that I am qualified to stand by his side.

He had stood the man in his heart as a god, knelt down before him reverently, and took all the words he had spoken as a kind of decree. At that time, Shen Yigong not only loved him, he longed for him, admired him, and was willing to obey him.

Even if they later had a dispute over the code of conduct and deviated, Shen Yigong at least knew that Huo Zuo was very evil even if he was evil. His hatred can be stronger than love, even as an opponent, he deserves respect, he is strong, ruthless, and impossible to ignore.

Now, however, all this ......

The idol of his heart collapsed.

The razor's sharp corners slashed across his jaw, blood oozing down the slender wound. He raised his hand to wipe it away, but the soap bubble also rubbed into the wound, and the pain suddenly hit, he threw off the razor and propped it up on the sink.

The bathroom was so quiet that when it was quiet he couldn't help but think of the man, lying on the floor in embarrassment, slumping on the blue velvet sheets, his eyes glazed and unfocused on the ceiling.

Weak.

He really wanted to hold his shoulder and ask him why he was the way he was. Where did the man who made Huo Zuo kneel in the mud go, where was he hidden, and why did he become like this?

Shen Yigong stepped back, slipped down with his back against the cold tiles, and sat down with his back against the cold tiles, for so many years, he had heard a lot of great truths, and had seen a lot of people with stories, but now he still doesn't know how to deal with this situation. Too many doubts gathered in his heart, too many unwillingness and resentment gathered there, but there was nowhere to vent, no one to say. He just watched Huo Zuo push himself farther and farther away, and listened to him say-

"Don't care about me."

What kind of relationship do they have? Shen Yigong hugged his legs tightly and sat in the bathroom with his face in his face, and the temperature had gradually dropped, and the man in his twenties was so lonely and crying coldly. He didn't know why he suddenly burst into tears, but he couldn't control it at all, so he could only cover his eyes and cry in despair and impotence.

When Zhao's mother came back from shopping for vegetables with Xiaoqiang, she saw Mr. Shen changing into a dark gray jacket and sitting in the living room reading the newspaper. His hair was still wet, and water dripped, oozing a stain on his shoulder. Xiaoqiang saw him and ran towards the sofa: "Uncle, when did you come back, I haven't seen you for a few days." ”

Shen Yigong closed the newspaper and hugged Xu Zhiqiang to his lap, he said hello to Zhao's mother, and the old aunt went into the kitchen by herself, leaving the child to stay with him.

Xiao Qiang raised his head, noticed the wound on Shen Yi's chin and asked strangely, "Hey, uncle, what's wrong with you here?" ”

Shen Yigong touched the small wound, and the blood had already congealed and formed a scab: "It's not a small cut." ”

"You're so careless! Come, I'll blow it for you, every time my mother-in-law sees me fall, she says that it hurts and she flies away. ”

"Okay, thank you."

He tried his best to take care of Xiaoqiang like his father, at least to live up to Mr. Xu's trust in him at the beginning. The kid looked at Shen Yigong's eyes and said, "Your eyes are so red, are you sick?" ”

Shen Yigong only shook his head, the child still didn't know these things. He only said, "I haven't slept in a long time." ”

"Then you're going to sleep, uncle. The mother-in-law said that if you sleep less, you should not grow taller. Saying this, Xiao Qiang stretched out his hand and compared it on his head, "Alas, strange, why can you still open so high, uncle?" ”

"Because although my uncle has slept less recently, he used to sleep more."

"Can I sleep as much as I can grow as tall as you?"

Shen Yigong hugged him and stood up and lifted him high: "You, you may be able to grow taller than me!" ”

Xu Zhiqiang was amused by him and giggled, and when Shen Yigong put him down, his face was still red when he grabbed his hand. As if she remembered something, Mother Zhao came out of the kitchen, wiped the water droplets on her hands, took out an envelope from the cabinet in the living room, handed it to Shen Yigong and said, "That's right, Mr. Shen, I didn't meet you two days ago, but a postman sent you a letter, take a look." ”

Shen Yigong put Xiaoqiang aside and glanced at the letterhead, where the sender's position was written on the People's Political Office of Huangpu District, Shanghai. He frowned, opened the letter, and unfolded it, these were Xu Zhiqiang's birth certificate and household registration information. Now that all of them have been changed to his name, the child has become his legal heir.

Shen Yigong actually submitted an application to the local civil affairs department in April this year, and there have been too many things in the past six months, and he is so busy that he has to forget about it. Now that the legal documents are in hand, Xiaoqiang's child is his son. Zhao's mother was illiterate, but she only saw Shen Yigong's solemn face, but she couldn't hide her excitement, and asked cautiously: "What's the matter, Mr. Shen, what does this letter say?" ”

Shen Yigong accepted the letter, and finally touched Xu Zhiqiang's head with a smile: "It was sent by the Civil Affairs Bureau, and Xiaoqiang's father and son of me and I proved it." ”