He doesn't know what he's sad about.

It was a long time ago.

……

Why is it so regrettable?

Mom turned out to be destined to leave him before the car accident.

Even if time is reversed, even if he stands at that crossroads of fate and makes completely different choices, he can't change everything after all.

In the past twelve years of surviving, Jing Mian has been thinking uncontrollably:

If he's not so eager to make friends,

If he hadn't insisted on attending his brother's birthday party that night,

If in the first few seconds of the collision of the van, he did not urge the driver to hurry up ...

The guilt that supported him to survive was shattered and disillusioned at this moment, along with the little reversal and hope he had envisioned.

In what he thought was the happiest childhood, his mother was already quietly and silently preparing to leave this world for a long time, planning to leave him forever.

Why is he already trying so hard to live,

But everyone is going farther and farther away?

…

- Nobody wants you.

Maybe Li Qiao is not wrong.

Jing Mian raised his hand, tears flowed continuously, and while his sleeves wiped away his tears, he found that his vision became more and more blurry, as if covered with a layer of indelible fog.

It turned out that he was not wanted.

Nobody wants him.

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S city sent to Lincheng.

Depending on the connections and departures between the two places, it is rumored that the fastest flight route will also take two hours.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

A tall man stepped off the plane, his clothes as black as ink, his steps windy, and his pale golden eyes with a thick, almost incombustible darkness.

The bodyguards who followed behind noticed the unusual atmosphere and booed one after another.

They watched Mr. Ren get into the main driver of a black car that picked up the airport, the driver stood on the side at a loss, and the door was slammed shut.

The car drove away.

The light from the taillights faded in an instant.

.

The car stopped in front of a silent building.

Even at night, there aren't many well-lit portals in this neighborhood, and passers-by can catch a glimpse of the mottled gray skin of the buildings, with only seven floors high, no elevators, no properties and communities, and no keys or key cards required for the gates.

Outsiders can come and go freely, both old and young.

It's not far from the university in Jingmian.

It was the rental house where the teenager lived alone before he got married.

Men don't come here very often, but every time they are heartfelt.

As he walked upstairs, the voice-activated lights lit up one by one as he walked.

Until the man stopped on the fourth floor.

The door was ajar, but there was no light in the room.

The darkness seemed to engulf everything, slowly melting into the cool air, and the silence seemed to be tangible, but silent.

Ren Xingwan opened the door.

Darkness slowly came, melting him into the small, silent night.

A light rain had fallen in Lincheng not long ago, drenching every inch of the bare ground in the city, and even the air smelled of dampness.

The man lowered his eyes to see the footprints on the floor with water marks.

From the carpeted doorway,

All the way to the wardrobe not far away.

Ren Xingwan's heart tightened.

Almost three steps and two steps, he reached over to the closed wooden cabinet, and he reached out and opened the door.

The picture in front of him makes the man breathe on the microscreen.

The boy sat there, already thin and slender, and when he shrunk into a ball, he also occupied only a small corner, except that the tips of his hair dripped and flowed down his neck into the neckline.

The left hand holding the knee is still wearing their wedding ring.

Washed by the rain and shining.

Even the white collarbone was glowing with moonlight, and Jing Mian seemed to see the man's leather shoes first, and was stunned before moving his gaze upward.

Jing Mian raised his head.

I looked at him for a while.

He pursed his lips and whispered, "Brother." ”

Both men know the meaning behind the title.

When Jing Mian is awake, he rarely shows his vulnerable side in front of him, and he will not easily seek refuge from himself.

His baby, being bullied.

Mr. Ren, who wanted to lean over, but when he heard Jing Mian's next words, the tall figure froze for a moment, and his palms trembled.

Jing Mian in the cabinet was hidden in a corner of the dark, and the young man asked him in a low voice with red eyes, "Why did you leave at that time?" ”

"Why don't you want me?"

Chapter 78

Lincheng University is a residential building half a kilometer north of it.

The wardrobe with the half-open door has been rounded out by the long years, and the deep oblique shadow is reflected by the heavy moonlight.

There are only two people in the rental house at the moment.

But it's a little too quiet.

Jing Mian noticed that Mr. squatted down.

Stunned, he immediately lowered his head to block the tears that had accumulated on his jaw.

Somehow, the ghost sent the god to ask, although the past is impossible to trace, even Mr. Ren himself has forgotten the past, but perhaps, this is also a regret that has tormented him for more than ten years.

He seemed to have stepped out of the shadows, but it was as if he had never come out.

When I was a child, I liked to hide in the cupboard, and my brother always opened the cabinet door and carried him back into the sun. And this scene in front of him seemed to bring him back to that time.

The gentleman who suddenly appeared in the night seemed to slowly coincide with the cold and beautiful figure.

So much so that he had the illusion that the person in front of him was his "elder brother".

When he came back to his senses, it was the man who held his wrist to cover his face.

Even with wet cuffs, cool skin.

Jing Mian was startled and retreated, but Mr. Ren chased after him. The palm holding the wrist did not lose its strength, but tightened.

Then, Jingmian's eyelashes trembled slightly.

He was shrouded in a wide shadow, and the other party, with a warmer breath than he was, invaded his body and landed on his wet face.

Mr. Ren was kissing his tears.

"I'm sorry."

Jing Mian's eyes lit up.

The man's voice was deep and hoarse, and he repeated: "... I'm sorry. ”

Jing Mian was stunned at first.

Then, slowly, he pressed his lips tighter, sensing a sour sensation on the tip of his nose tugging at his throat.

This is the first time I have heard the words "sorry" from a man's mouth.

Whether it is a reunion after a long absence, or after a new marriage, Mr. Ren in his impression has always been cold and silent. Although it is not to the extent of being bad at words, it is rare to express one's apologies to others so directly.

Perhaps, no one would be qualified to make a man say these three words.

Jing Mian felt his heart tremble silently.

It turned out that Mr. Ren still remembered that time.

I am not the only one who remembers their past vividly.

Jing Mian's heart surged, and an inexplicable emotion surged in.

In the past, he subconsciously separated his husband and brother, but at this moment, the young man suddenly realized that the beautiful brother buried in the depths of his memory that he couldn't let go of seemed to be right in front of him.

Jing Mian's throat moved.

So much so that when Mr. Ren picked him up, he was still a little dazed.

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