Yan Ziyu was silent, still did not speak, Chun Yu Ziyu did not urge, nor did he continue, just silently accompanied him. Although he didn't know what had happened, one thing he was sure of was that something bizarre must have happened during the three years he was in a coma.

"If a person remembers his past life, he knows that there is another person waiting for him in his past life, and he has been alive all along. However, now he has someone who needs it, who he guards. What do you think he should choose? ”

He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was still so cold, but there was a taste of vicissitudes in this coldness.

At this moment, he seemed to understand that person's heart.

I understand why he made that choice at the last minute.

Would it really be worth it to lose him rather than to watch him die?

Is he really worth it?

Looking back at the past years, from another angle, standing in Ya's position, he himself didn't know how to choose.

Chun Yu Ziyu was slightly stunned, turned his head and looked at him deeply: "Some love doesn't need to be long-sighted, you have to see who needs you more and who is your responsibility." It may be cruel, but that's life. ”

Yan Zijiao's expression was flat, and he couldn't see any emotion, but said slowly: "I know!" ”

He knows how to choose, and he knows how to go about the future.

That man, they are only suitable for looking from afar.

On every lonely night, he would also think of the man to the moon, and the man would think of him.

Love, but that's it.

The next day, the sun slowly rose, and Yan Zijiao, who was dressed in black, came down from upstairs, saw the finch sitting at the dining table, pulled the corners of his mouth, and nodded slowly. Flattered, the finch was busy trying to stand up, but he held it down with his hand.

"Brother?"

In response to the uneasiness in her eyes, Yan Zijiao silently looked away and said softly, "Eat breakfast." ”

Chun Yu Ziyu glanced at the two of them and fed his son breakfast with his own hands, the little guy looked calm, completely different from his father. Jane Eyre hugged her daughter, while feeding, quietly observing the eerie atmosphere in the restaurant, trying to reduce her sense of presence.

When she was a child, she was familiar with the words, and when she grew up, she was not familiar with the words.

Now that you wake up and don't say a word, you don't even look at anyone, and if he nods at you, you're going to be flattered.

"Good!" The finch woke up and smiled sweetly, with a happy face.

Chun Yu Ziyu couldn't bear to look at it, and continued to feed his son breakfast. The nanny on the side of the harm stood there cramped, thinking that she was not doing well enough and was about to be sent back.

Yan Zijiao lowered his head and used breakfast elegantly, looked down at the wrench in his hand, and was stunned, sat for a while, and was ready to get food. When I raised my head, I was stunned when I saw the soup that remembered my nose.

It seems that whether it is in his past life or in this life, there is a shadow of that person in his life, and the most hateful thing is that he doesn't seem to want to expel him at all.

He waved off the servant, served the soup with his own hands, and tasted it carefully, with an expression on his face that was endlessly aftertasted.

The finch saw it in her eyes and ran to learn how to make that soup with the kitchen master, and there was that soup on the table every day in the future. He didn't drink it all like the first time, it was just a bowl every time, and he tasted it lightly.