Van Yesh's body was trembling.

My limbs still couldn't move, but he didn't seem to have much strength to toss me.

His face was a pale shade of gray, as was his bare skin.

His teeth chattered and fell on top of me, his hands pressed against my shoulders, his nails digging into my flesh.

It hurts.

Van Yesh lay on me like a weak scorpion for a long time; My head went blank for a long time.

When he finally shed a layer of skin, I finally regained my strength.

After cleaning the room and taking a shower, Van Yesh was still half-dead on the floor.

I felt a little pitiful for this neurotic fellow, but I couldn't feel the slightest sympathy—I hated him.

On the weekend when Angel was away for the first time in months, I was bored and didn't want to be in the same room with Van Yesh, so I simply went home.

I don't know when the locks were changed at home. I was stunned at the door for a moment before I remembered that I still had a mobile phone.

After turning it on, the phone vibrated wildly - it was full of Angel's text messages and missed calls.

The night before, I was too egoistic and locked him out of the room, which caused him to get sick again. He confessed our relationship a second ago, and Angel's mother had not yet reacted from the shock, and she was distressed for Angel's illness......

In short, she hated me so much that she told Uncle Zhao overnight.

Angel's text messages were full of worry. I called him back directly, but it was a busy signal.

After a few busy tones, I gave up.

I thought, this weekend, I'd better spend it at home.

I stood at the door of the house, unable to get in, not sure if my mother knew about me and Angel. If she had known, she had changed the lock early in the morning......

Probably not, right?

- She said that we bleed the same blood, and we wouldn't even let me in because I liked Angel, right?

I dialed the landline at home. Through the door I heard my mother's bedroom door open, and the sound of her shuffling towards the living room.

"Who?" The mother's voice is long-awaited, girlish sweetness.

"Mom, I'm at the door, why did I change the lock?"

The phone was hung up in the next second. I listened to the busy sound, and my heart trembled.

"Ah Wei - he's ...... outside," the mother's voice was particularly muffled behind the door.

The door in front of me slowly opened. Zhao Wei was dressed in a straight suit and seemed to be about to go out. I saw my mother's long dress through the narrow crack in the door.

Zhao Wei turned around, and I heard the sound of them kissing goodbye.

Zhao Wei brought the door and motioned for me to go with him.

He changed into a normal car, and he could still smell his mother's favorite perfume in the car.

"Kang Rong, the matter between you and Anqi ......" Zhao Wei carefully considered, "When did it start?" ”

I look at the side of his face, it seems to be younger than before.

"I'm not the kind of rigid parent, and I don't object to boys falling in love during adolescence, even if the orientation is a little more special, I can accept it...... But you ......," Zhao Wei reached out and rubbed his chin, "both of you are my children." ”

He was able to say these things so calmly, and I began to understand a little why my mother liked him, and Angel respected him so much.

"You can say goodbye to him in the afternoon. In the meantime, don't see each other again. Zhao Wei calmly gave a cruel verdict.

I didn't want to answer him, I just asked, "Why did the locks change at home?" ”

Zhao Wei hesitated for a moment and said, "You are going to college soon, and you will have your own family soon, so leave it to me and your mother here." ”

"Don't you give me a backup key?"

"Kang Rong......" Zhao Wei hesitated, "I can rent it for you wherever you want to live." But at home...... Your mom just got pregnant, and you're still ......"

"Oh, mom knows about me and Angel too?"

"I have no reservations about Ayin," Zhao Wei's tone was even a little apologetic, "I don't mean to expose you, but I won't hide anything from her - especially this kind ......of thing that may affect the baby, I want her to be mentally prepared." ”

From Zhao Wei's thoughtfulness to his mother, I seem to see a little shadow of Anqi. Although they are not biological father and son, they are equally gentle.

"I understand. It's okay. "I don't know what to say anything else.

"Your mother cares about you very much, you are her only sustenance for so many years, and suddenly knows you and Angel...... She is also an elderly mother, and she has been stimulated too much, and I am worried about ......" Zhao Wei's voice was full of tenderness and worry, "You understand, right?" ”

"Hmm." My voice is as thin as a mosquito.

"More than half a month ago, she changed the lock as soon as she found out that she was pregnant," Zhao Wei explained, "There are a lot of outsiders in this area, and the lock change is for safety reasons, and there is no other meaning." ”

Actually, what I care about is that my mother didn't tell me if she had a baby...... She's always treated me like a liability.

I looked sideways out the window, and the street trees in late autumn were brilliantly withered.

[Broken no return nonsense column]

[Irrelevant plot, skippable]

(There is so much nonsense that the "author's words" column can't be stuffed with 2333, so I put the text)

Yesterday was a long time, and today the third watch will be offered. Wait for more readers little angels, send refills and sorry.

In addition, no return has recently opened a new pit, and the title of the book is difficult to say. Well, slow heat suspense, if you are interested, you can search for "broken no return" (not "broken no return") to see.

Of course, it is estimated that there is nothing to see at present, and the first case will be uncovered after a visual examination of about 100,000 words. The first four murders are cases within cases, and they are spy in the middle of the game, and they are brain-burning.

It's still a non-disciplined Tan Meiwen (how to have no discipline is also quite suspenseful, but the routine of non-return is actually very simple, it is a 10,000-year brotherhood \/ evil laugh.) But I think it's spoilers to this extent, and few people can guess the real relationship of the protagonist...... ）。

Also, I guess many readers may not understand...... Therefore, you need to be cautious when entering the pit. Or with the [Su Festival Chat Series] comments in the comment area to deepen your understanding. This reader little angel is gifted and adored very much.

Xinkeng has always wanted to use "Forget Worries" for the title, and I have also thought of some funny names, such as "It's all to blame Hou Ye for attacking himself", "Hou Ye begs to touch porcelain" and so on, and each title has been criticized by the editor.

I knew that my name was useless, but the title of Xinkeng's book made me depressed for a long time. I logged in to the backstage in the early hours of this morning and found that Xinkeng was suddenly signed, and I also found that the title of the book could not be changed at all......

It's so sad T_T

The title of the book or something, please don't care about these details.

No, he is not a professional author, and he does not like the so-called copyright protection; So the new pit still won't be on the shelves.

The signing is just to experiment with which is more acceptable to the reader than the non-signed one.

The little angels are all young. Just leave the book coins for the more favorite texts, and you don't need to give a reward to the non-returning.

And, "Breaking the Essence of Excellence", that is, the pen name of this article, will not open a new pit. This number is bound to my work number, there are more and more readers, and I am more and more weak if I don't return, and I am afraid of being recognized by people in the third dimension......

So last month, I specially registered a new account called "Broken No Return", and future new articles will use that account codeword.

If you like the article of no return, please pay attention to "Broken No Return".

If you don't like it, don't tell me, if you don't return to the dirt, you can't return to the funny, you don't return to the lazy, you don't return to the mourning, you don't return to the essence...... In the final analysis, it's all about the glass heart and not returning.