Harley followed Chen Wengang inseparably.

It has lost its immature temperament, is well-trained, and only when Chen Wengang plays with it, it will also expose the lively and active side of its nature. Compared with when it was a child, it seems to be more spiritual and able to sense the emotions of its owner more accurately. In the past, when Chen Wengang was in a low mood, Harley was always in a hurry and threw himself on him. Now it stopped screaming, just lying silently next to him, resting its head on his knees. It seems to have a vigorous vitality on its body, and it is firmly and forcefully transitioning to Chen Wengang.

In a blink of an eye, it was New Year's Day again, Xiaoping called home, and her mother asked her if she would go home during the New Year.

She said back at first, and after a while, she went back to her mother, saying that it was better to forget it, after all, there were several times the salary during the Spring Festival, and the eldest sister was going to high school, and the family had a lot of expenses, so she took the opportunity to save a little more money. As for the other reason why she didn't say it, it was that she enrolled in night school, and the school had to hold classes until the twenty-ninth of the Lunar New Year, and if you added the time to rush back and forth, she would inevitably miss two days of classes.

She was a little anxious, and she didn't want to talk much about her family until the results of the exam were out.

By the thirtieth of the Chinese New Year's Eve, most of the people in the villa were on vacation, and only two or three staff members, including the butler, remained.

The huge house was suddenly empty, and even Harley's two cries seemed to be followed by a series of lonely echoes.

Xiaoping cleaned up, Chen Wengang threw a tennis ball in the courtyard, he threw it out, and Harley picked it up. When she passed by, Chen Wengang suddenly stopped her and said, "Don't be busy, it's clean enough, you can do whatever you want." ”

She thought about it, but she was not polite, and said that she would use the computer to check some information.

Chen Wengang agreed, and asked her how she was doing in class.

They went to the study, and Chen Wengang helped her study how to calculate credits, and even found time to help her tutor her in English and mathematics.

Harley yawned at their feet, and a pen fell to the ground, and it helped pick it up.

Chen Wengang touched it: "Thank you, it's so good." ”

Pinny looked at the dog and at him - with Harley by his side, he finally had the breath of a living person.

At least, he was already trying to get closer to a normal life, which anyone could see.

But speaking of which, this involves a recent matter on her mind. She heard others talk about Mr. Huo's gossip in night school.

Everyone doesn't know each other, I don't know the origin, she doesn't say it, and no one thinks that her employer is the protagonist in the scandal, classmates gather together, discuss with great interest, some people mention that his temperament has changed in recent years, I don't know why, and he rarely even shows up. Someone immediately covered his mouth and mysteriously said that someone had analyzed that he might have been lowered by a lover or something, so as to charm his eyes and bolt his heart, and there are many such evil arts in Southeast Asia. But because this superstition is too nonsense, some people soon retorted disdainfully, saying that if a prodigal son of a gentleman turns back, there is only one possibility, which is nothing more than a few years of convergence to arrange a suitable marriage.

The villa did not subscribe to any entertainment newspapers, and she was not sure if Chen Wengang knew about it. At least Chen Wengang didn't show anything.

But when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't help but be more curious about the relationship between the two people, and even sweated a little.

Huo Nian

Sheng is the owner of this villa, and he comes up to the mountain from time to time to live, which is like a paradise he created for Chen Wengang. He seems so great, but at the end of the day, his life is not all bet here. He has another half of his life at the foot of the mountain.

What kind of life did he live in that half of his life?

Is it possible to perform all kinds of performances in the villa on the mountain?

The villa was deserted for a year.

The next day, when Xiaoping arrived in the living room, Chen Wengang gave her a letter of laisee, which was sealed by Huo Niansheng in advance and put in a drawer, one for each of the staff, and the holiday one will be received when they come back, on behalf of him, as an employer, to express his gratitude to everyone for their hard work for a year.

Harley was not afraid of the cold, and parkoured in the courtyard by himself, and Chen Wengang stood by the door to watch it.

The exhaled heat condensed into a mist on the glass, and Chen Wengang stretched out his hand to wipe it clean, and his figure looked very lonely.

Xiaoping vaguely remembered that when she first came, he lived indoors all the year round, his skin was covered with a sickly white, and she even felt that he had a dying breath. Now she is probably used to it, and she doesn't think so. Moreover, because Chen Wengang went out to walk his dog, he spent more time seeing the sun, and his complexion was indeed better. It's the time of the Chinese New Year, which seems like a good sign.

Xiaoping turned on the TV so that there would be more lively movement in the room.

She asked Chen Wengang: "Didn't Mr. Huo say when he would come?" ()”

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Xiaoping changed a few channels, but there were no good programs. Chen Wengang let the left-behind staff not have to work during the Chinese New Year, and she is more familiar with him, and the two of them occupy a sofa in the living room, each looking at his mobile phone.

Chen Wengang swiped the screen with one hand, absent-minded. Xiaoping recently searched for Huo Niansheng's name, but accidentally ran into historical records, and suddenly the sound of a video played, which was the part that exposed Huo Niansheng's private life.

She hurriedly turned off her voice and looked at Chen Wengang in extreme embarrassment.

Chen Wengang said: "It's okay, I usually watch these on the Internet." ”

Xiaoping became more and more embarrassed, and she coughed clumsily twice before explaining: "I ......"

Chen Wengang said: "It really doesn't matter. ”

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes, and the scene was a little funny. After a while, Xiaoping couldn't hold back the showdown. She admitted that she remembered to search because she listened to the gossip of her classmates, and she was curious.

But more because most of her didn't believe it.

Chen Wengang chuckled: "Even you believe in him so much, so haven't you found any clues?" ”

Xiaoping sighed: "It's not a matter of whether I believe it or not, Mr. Huo comes so often, don't you mind if I speak directly, even if he has other good ones, it will be enough for two more clones." I think he ...... You're so important to him, there's really no need to think about it. Alas, okay, okay, I was wrong, I was stupid on the first day of the new year, you just pretend that you didn't hear anything, okay? ”

Chen Wengang said gently: "I know, I know all this. ”

After a while, he spoke again, confiding in her for the first time something akin to the truth.

Chen Wengang said that from his standpoint, he can actually accept Huo Niansheng's choice to live with others.

Of course, don't cheat on marriage for the sake of marriage - he believes that Huo Niansheng is not

() will fall like this-but Huo Niansheng is really too good to him,

It's too much better,

He has already put in an inordinate amount of patience and energy. He was like a lifesaver to Chen Wengang, and Chen Wengang could only drag him down the water. So if Huo Niansheng realizes that his efforts and returns are not equal one day, and decides to find a suitable life partner, Chen Wengang can quit and bless. All he needed was a decent goodbye.

Xiaoping didn't know why, and suddenly became angry, saying that Chen Wengang's idea was too frustrating, too arrogant, and shouldn't be.

Chen Wengang did not debate with her, and he admitted that he could not control his negative thoughts, and he might not think like this in the future.

Harley had had enough of running outside, and a gust of wind rushed back and screamed. Chen Wengang got up and opened the glass door and let it in. He led Harley to the bathroom, wiped his paws with a pet wipe, and then returned to the living room, where Harley watched TV with them.

Xiaoping had an idea, pointed at it and asked Chen Wengang, did she think about who the dog should go with if they were separated?

Chen Wengang looked at her helplessly and smiled: "Your tone seems to be asking who the divorced child is with." ”

She said, "It's almost the same thing, so are you willing to do it?" Is this your dog or Mr. Huo's dog, can you tell the difference? ”

Chen Wengang was asked about his weakness, so he could only forgive: "Reluctantly, then when I was stupid just now, we evened out, OK?" ”

Xiaoping laughed and began to reflect on what was going on with them, saying these strange things during the New Year.

She changed to a cartoon, and the two adults in the room were not very interested, but Harley liked it, pricking up his ears and staring at the screen without looking back. Chen Wengang motioned to look at this, and it screamed happily, and its tail flicked down on his calf.

Many years later, Chen Wengang looks back on the past, and it was Harley who pulled him out of the darkest and darkest days of his life.

And Huo Niansheng has become the background color of his life, he has integrated into his bloodline, and has become a bone in his body - the bone of the bone, the flesh of the flesh, he has become a part of him.

This process happens little by little, invisibly, and the drops of water wear through the stones.

Chen Wengang took medicine for two or three years, and the intermediate dose was increased, and then slowly decreased. During this period, doctors were changed, and different doctors gave different explanations. One thought his condition was more serious and required long-term medication. One thinks he's still young, and eating like this is too much for the body. Later, I did a new examination, and in order to reduce the burden on the liver and kidneys, I completely stopped the medicine little by little.

But so many drugs still worked, and there were no more overwhelmed self-condemning voices in his brain, and he rarely had those sudden tears anymore. To tell you the truth, in retrospect, it still looks a little embarrassing.

In the past, these things have become something that Huo Niansheng can use to make fun of him.

Chen Wengang was never annoyed, nor did he deny it, but just looked at him gently.

To a large extent, they may all have a sense of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

But life is still a sea of suffering that is difficult to cross.

For many, many who are cocooned and bound to themselves, they do not know where the shore is.

In Xiaoping's eyes, Mr. Chen still rarely smiles. He was calm and gentle, and there was no doubt that his condition had improved, but in his life, the ability to laugh did not necessarily seem to return. Depression is a disease that is difficult to completely cure, and some people have described it as a black dog that cannot be shaken off. Everywhere, pervasive, insidious, and ready to move.

Even if it leaves, it will still lurk in the shadows, waiting to come back one day in the future.

So much so that Huo Niansheng still treated him carefully, like a dangerous glassware.

Chen Wengang knew what kind of trouble he was, but he couldn't make himself recover like a normal person.

He picked up the brush again, he added color to the picture, with colored pencils, with gouache, he used plain tones, almost no inner haze, but also not intense, not eager. He uses it as a hobby to pass the time, which is not particularly abundant. He sometimes sat for hours in an empty room that was used as a studio, and sometimes he didn't come for days without coming to do a single stroke.

He is still learning French on his own, but his memory and concentration are not at the same level as before, and he puts it down after watching for two hours a day. Huo Niansheng also asked him how he thought of learning this language, and Chen Wengang said that he had just taken elective courses in college, so just take a look.

He sighed with emotion, saying that the years are unforgiving, forget it, and sure enough, he has almost forgotten it.

Sometimes when he thinks back to the faces he knows in the past, it is difficult to immediately call out familiar names.

Chen Wengang is not particularly frustrated by this. Even so, he has become stronger and more rational. The feeling of powerlessness did not disappear, but the black fog that enveloped him gradually faded, and he could see others and himself!