But as evening approaches, darkness comes faster than ever, is this approaching winter? Yang Qichen stood in the corridor outside the office, his hands folded, his arms on the fence, his glasses had been taken off by him, and in his half-open and half-closed pupils, it was pitch black, and a few thin stars twinkled in the night sky.

He moved his neck, turned around, and leaned his back against the fence.

Naturally, he didn't forget that Old Man Yang told him to go back to the old mansion tonight, but what was the use of going back? Can you still bring a group of people in black clothes and black pants to smash the wedding scene?

He was thirty years old, not thirteen, and he would not do such a ridiculous thing.

Thinking of this, Yang Qichen couldn't help but lower his eyes and laughed, with a hint of desolation and heartbreak in his laughter.

This season, there are too many people to be helpless.

When he returned to the apartment, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, Yang Qichen walked into the room, tore off his tie, and lay down on the sofa tiredly, his eyes rolling. Hearing the movement, the fat chirp ran out of the pet room, making a meowing sound, and the fat body swayed, looking clumsy and cute.

"Fat Jiu, come to Dad." Yang Qichen smiled, stretched out his hand to the fat chir, and called out in his mouth.

"Are you going to live with a cat for the rest of your life?"

As soon as Fat Jiu jumped into his arms, a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

Yang Qichen picked up the fat chirp, also raised his head, looked at the uninvited person at the door, his eyes stayed cold for a few seconds, and his attention continued to return to the fat cat in his arms.

Old Man Yang's face sank, he took the initiative to approach, sat down on a single sofa, and the butler who followed him immediately took the crutches in his hand and walked out of the apartment, not forgetting to close the door.

"Why don't you go back to the old mansion today?"

"If I don't come back, you will find it too, so what am I going back for?"

"You...... Forget it, you know about the little girl's marriage, right? ”

After saying less than two sentences, Master Yang's fire was about to come up, and he looked at the thin and tired man, and his anger was deeply choked back.

"I've received my wedding post." Yang Qichen replied. The voice was very faint and faint, as if he was stating something that could no longer be normal.

"Do you have any plans?"

"I'll have someone send the gift." Yang Qichen continued to reply, and the whole person did not show a trace of abnormality.

"That's it?"

Yang Qichen's answer surprised Mr. Yang very much, since this is the case, why did he refuse all the blind dates he arranged, why did he still want to return to such a broken university and spend a mediocre life. Isn't it because of that girl? But now that girl is getting married, why did she hold back at this time?

"Hmm."

"Qichen, I know that I did some things wrong before, but that girl is too stubborn, so I want to embarrass her. No matter how you say that you are the descendants of my Yang family, that girl has hurt you like this, how dare I keep her by your side, so I said those words to her, but ...... But I'm not trying to break you up for life, can you understand? I'm in the mood of being a grandfather, I'm getting older, and I'm inevitably confused, but ...... You don't want to learn from me, what do you want in your heart, you know best, you can't disobey it, at least don't be like me, regret it all your life, trapped in a cage. ”

After saying something without interruption, Yang Qichen was surprised, looking at the old man in front of him with a serious speech and a blank look, his face was incredible.

The old naughty boy in my impression seems to always look arrogant, and even very unkind in some places.

I have never said anything from my heart to anyone, including myself. Grandma is an eternal wound in his heart, and all those who know about it choose not to mention it in front of him.

For so many years, Yang Qichen also knew that the old man was very nostalgic for his grandmother, otherwise there would not be a Yang house, and he would not be in the year of the sixtieth year, and he would still be silently guarding the courtyard tower alone, like an isolated island.

However, Yang Qichen never thought that the old man would be so remorseful and painful, it turned out that after thinking about it for a long time, it would eventually become a cage, and if it was lonely for a long time, it would become a disaster.

After all, he was just an ordinary old man, and they thought of him too strongly.

"I don't blame you, I also believe Enron, she didn't care about what you said to her at all. It's just that...... I'm scared, I'm really scared...... Of course, I could snatch her away at the wedding and fly away with her, but will she love me? In this way, tie her to me, and she will be happy? I'm not even sure if she's in love with Jiang Yi...... All this upsets me and I can't ...... I can't break up a sacred marriage for my own selfish desires, because then I will no longer be able to face it with peace of mind...... Seeing that she was going to marry another man...... I'm in more pain than anyone else, and I can't breathe......" Yang Qichen buried his face deep in the palm of his hand, and the fat chirp jumped out of his arms, his broad shoulders trembled slightly, and he fell into pain.

"I'm going to make sure her wedding goes smoothly and nothing goes wrong. This is a wedding post, I'm old and my legs are inconvenient, so you can go instead of me. Fortunately, if you are not happy, you have to confirm it yourself. Clean up decently, don't refute the face of the Yang family. ”

In a daze, the old man Yang stood up, put the wedding sticker in his hand on the coffee table, put one hand behind his back, and called the housekeeper out of the door, the housekeeper immediately opened the door and ran in, and took back the crutches, the old man Yang pestle the crutches, slowly walked to Yang Qichen, patted him on the shoulder, stood up straight, and walked towards the door with his head high.

"Young Master Qichen, then you rest, I'll send the master back."

The housekeeper respectfully confessed to Yang Qichen, who was buried in his head, quietly brought the door to the door, and left with Old Man Yang.

I don't know how long it took, the fat Jiu who was nesting on the sofa began to nap, his eyes were a little hot, Yang Qichen got up and picked up the wedding sticker on the coffee table.

At a wedding, he received three wedding stickers, one in his office, one in his home, and one ... He tore it to pieces with his own hands.

Walking back to the room with a cold face, taking out a key, Yang Qichen opened the door of the storage room.

It's been a long time since this door has been opened, and it's probably as long as Xu Anran has been gone.

Yang Qichen looked at the things inside, books, jewelry, dolls, and all kinds of small things, even the love letters he wrote to Xu Anran when he was young.

Some of them were sent out by him and returned by her, some were given by her to herself, and some were sent out before he had time to send them out, etc.

This small house is full of his attachment and love for her for 20 years, and of course, his ignorant 10 years when she came into this world.

Time is so fast, in the blink of an eye, she is about to slip out of her grasp.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a smile, sweet and astringent, Yang Qichen walked to the position of the bookshelf, picked up a notebook casually, and turned the first page:

Before I met you

My love letter hasn't been written yet

After meeting you

My umbrella

A handful is also left

……

The first love letter he wrote to her about this, I still remember that Xu's mother said that Xu Anran had always hidden this poem in the mailbox, and occasionally stared at it.

Probably won't be there now...... Even if you are, you probably won't see it.

He locked all his memories in this room, just didn't want it to flow away, or let it go slower, slower, but he didn't expect that this was a flood, and the destruction was only in an instant.

Yang Qichen closed his eyes and pondered for a few seconds.

yes, it's time for it to end.

He opened his eyes suddenly, picked up the gasoline barrel under his feet, unscrewed the lid vigorously, threw it casually, and then frantically sprinkled it on those so-called "memories", all over the place, and even some gasoline splashed on his body, and did not stop.

Like crazy, this love, in his hands, finally got out of control.

Fat Chirp, who hid behind the door, curled up in the corner, watched all this, full of horror and trembling.

It wasn't until the barrel was completely hollowed out that Yang Qichen threw away the bucket in his hand and collided with the wall, making a piercing sound, so frightened that he immediately ran to Yang Qichen's side.

His feet suddenly softened, Yang Qichen smiled and lowered his head, bent down and hugged the fat chirp.

"I've lived with you in this life, and it's okay."

The words fell, took out the lighter, pressed the thumb, the firelight lit up, the finger was raised, a beautiful parabola, the firelight settled, the memories were ignited, and the moment was full of color.

Yang Qichen walked out of the house with Fat Jiu in his arms, his shirt was messy, and he sat in the car parked at the door of his house, the door was wide open, and he watched the growing fire with cold eyes, and his eyes lost his anxiety.

The fat chirp in his arms stretched out his head and looked around, his writhing neck glistening.

It was a pair of rings, he didn't leave anything, but he left this pair of rings alone, which he made for Xu Anran.

Gunsmoke filled the air.

Han Li, who was lying in bed in the middle of the night, was still in a daze when he received the news of a fire in Yang Qichen's apartment.

I didn't have time to change my clothes, so I wore pajamas, put on a coat, and stepped on slippers, so I hurried to Yang Qichen's residence.

At the same time, Lin Zhenrong, Lin Muyang, Yang's father and Yang's mother, including Old Man Yang, immediately rushed over as soon as they received the news.

As soon as they arrived at the scene, they were greeted by raging flames that almost engulfed people.

And in the car, a person, a cat, a despair that cannot be reached.

"I'm going to call Brother Chen, the fire is about to overflow, his position is too dangerous." Han Li covered his mouth and was about to rush to Yang Qichen's car.

"Let him be, if he wants to die, he won't stay outside the apartment."

didn't take two steps, but was blocked by Old Man Yang's crutches.

"But ......"

"It won't burn for a while, and the firefighters have rushed over to extinguish the fire, so let him be."

"Okay......"

The old man had already said it to this point, and Han Li didn't want to rush forward any further, so he slowly retreated, and he still couldn't stop worrying on his face.

Gradually, the fire went down, and in the thick smoke, a tall and decadent figure slowly walked out, holding a cat in his hand, and gradually became clear in everyone's sight.

"Tomorrow, no one can ruin her wedding, and whoever dares to take a step will be the enemy of me, Yang Qichen."

Coldly put down a sentence, hugged the cat, and got into the car from the Yang family's old house.