Xie Tangyu has no intention of being a wild mandarin duck outside.

Song Shenyan's reaction made him a little satisfied, after all, who wouldn't want a woman who could be caught with a hook hand.

It's just that he forgot a knife on his head.

This is the first time that Xie Tangyu has taken someone back to Xie's house, and it is also the first time to take someone to his yard.

From the age of eighteen onwards, no one could enter his room without permission, not even his grandmother.

And now, Song Shenyan is lying on his bed waiting for him to come out of the shower.

The layout of the room is very old, and the smell of antiquity is too strong, which is what people will use now.

Crossing the screen, she found Xie Tangyu's bookcase.

It's not even the desk it is now, and you need to sit cross-legged on the bookcase.

There are various bookshelves on the side.

There are also books and ancient books, all of which are complete.

She rolled it for a moment, worried that the people in the bathroom would hear, and wished she had two pairs of eyes.

The rosewood box is placed in the corner.

She tried to open it, but it was locked.

It won't open either.

Look at another box.

As soon as I opened it, it was full of paintings.

Looking down, almost all of them are tattoo pictures.

Finally, she saw a familiar picture.

Rose.

No color, just draft, with an ink pen.

But it's a little different from the look of her back.

And it's symmetrical.

Just as she was about to touch her pocket, she remembered that she didn't have her phone with her.

This picture is not small, she can't take it.

Then I moved to another bookshelf, which was full of books and professional books.

Suddenly, the sound of the water stopped.

She immediately stood up, but with a vase at her feet.

Fortunately, it was full of paintings, but one fell out, and the bottle shook twice.

A corner is exposed.

She couldn't help but open the painting halfway.

The woman's eyes on it are familiar.

It's a bit similar to her.

But it's different.

Open the whole picture again.

Qin Ke.

It turned out that the Qin Ke that Huo Ling said was her.

If she hadn't seen the face, she wouldn't have remembered it at all, but if she did, she could remember the person instantly.

Because, she once saw the shadow of her dead mother from Qin Ke's face.

Song Shenyan doesn't look like his mother, but Qin Ke is more like.

At that time, I also tried to see if I knew each other, but Qin Ke's parents were there, and the family was complete.

I studied well in school, and I was beautiful and flamboyant.

It is the male god in the eyes of all boys.

It's just that I transferred to another school in the third year of high school.

Song Shenyan quickly returned to the bed, and at this time, Xie Tangyu just opened the door and came out.

I also brought a body of heat into the house.

His half-dried hair was dripping with water, and he only had a bath towel pinned to his waist.

Dressed to look thin, undressed with flesh.

Song Shenyan saw his body for the first time.

Strong abs with a perfect figure.

She unconsciously stepped back two inches.

It's like feeling the oppression.

"Go take a shower." He commanded the same.

Song Shenyan entered the bathroom as if he had escaped.

As soon as she took off her top, she found that she had nothing to use when she went out.

Just as he was thinking about putting it on, turning his back to the door to put on his clothes, Xie Tangyu opened the door directly.

The roses on his back appeared in front of his eyes like a sea of blooming flowers.

If it was just a reverie just now, now is the first time in 12 years.

He couldn't help but walk over and reach out to touch it.

But I couldn't bear it.

Song Shenyan turned around and saw that his eyes were red.

It seems that I have never seen such a side of him, and I am a little at a loss.

"What's wrong with you?"

Xie Tang held the person in his arms, and she was strangled and breathless.

A vigorous struggle.

"Don't move, let me hug."

Song Shenyan put down his hand at this time, but he didn't hug him.

It had been quiet for too long, and the sound of water droplets falling in the room rang in her ears every time.

It's more like the rhythm is pressing on her heart.

She was feeling unwell.

"Let go of me."

Hearing her weak voice, Xie Tangyu let go.

And then went out again.

Be all abroad.

After Song Shenyan took a bath, he found that there was a new bath towel in the room, and after wrapping it, Xie Tangyu changed into pajamas and sat in front of the bookcase to draw.

It's ridiculous.

"Put your clothes on the bed and change them."

Through the screen, his voice seemed a little shaky.

Song Shenyan changed his clothes, as if he was just taking a shower.

When I walked out, it was more like being slapped hard.

Standing in the doorway, she looked inside.

Xie Tangyu continued to hold the paintbrush without any influence.

But wait for the footsteps to drift away.

His drawing sharpened and then became a little agitated, and finally a thick, long black line stretched across the painting.

His hands were shaking.

Finally, the paper is clumped into a ball.

Turning over the past pictures, he couldn't help but trace them over and over again.

But I just can't remember what it looks like anymore.

He thought that he would be thrilled to see the tattoo again, and he would remember how he felt before.

But there was nothing.

It's just that the heart of the moment was forcibly curbed again.

For him, Song Shenyan is not only the ignorance of his youth, but also a rebellion.

He wants to jump out of the control of the entire Xie family, he has to be himself.

He didn't want to be like his mother.

In the end, he was hanged under the eaves but lived for the rest of his life.

When he saw someone else taking a photo of Song Shenyan's child at first glance, he couldn't help but find her.

didn't dare to come forward, so he could only quietly send someone to investigate.

But it was still discovered.

He desperately made a mark, drew his own rose, and tattooed it himself, but he was still found.

It can only be discarded.

He only dared to discard.

Otherwise, it will be like the little flower cat he raised when he was young, with a different head.

He loved the object so much that he could only keep it forever, so much so that in the end he almost forgot that he had liked it.

One by one, the things that belonged to him were taken away.

And then disappear.

Song Shenyan walked on the road, and sure enough, he got lost again.

It's just too big.

Many small courtyards don't even have lights, probably because no one lives.

The footsteps behind him were hurried and fast.

She was actually a little timid and didn't dare to look back.

Until he stopped and stood behind her.