The young man's face was panicked, and he hurriedly said, "Luo Luo, don't run on the stairs!" ”

Jing Luo took three steps and made two steps, and at the same time that Jing Mian ran to the front of the stairs, his figure threw himself into his brother's arms, and his little hands hugged the young man.

This time there was a gap of two or three months.

So the longing has become extraordinarily long, although Jing Luo has seen the sister-in-law with a strong aura during this period, and knows that his brother is also thinking about him, but he has never been able to meet.

Because Mom and Dad abandoned my brother.

So Jing Luo didn't hug for long, hugged his brother's neck, and began to burst into tears.

"Have you eaten?"

Father Jing's voice sounded not far away.

Jing Mian rubbed Jing Luo's hair, and when he spoke, his voice was faint, without any ups and downs: "Eat." ”

"If you're not busy, stay for the night."

Jing Guozhen looks a lot older, the white hair on his sideburns has not been dyed, his head has appeared, and his face is also haggard and blue, his expression is cramped, and he is even a little nervous: "I won't bother you...... And Li Qiao is not there. ”

……

Night.

The boy stayed in Jingluo's room and slept with Xiao Tuanzi.

He sent a message to Mr. Ren, saying that he would stay overnight and go home early tomorrow morning.

The night gets darker, but Jing Mian has some insomnia.

Jing Luo, who was covered with a small quilt next to him, too.

"Brother."

"Huh?"

Jing Luo was silent for a long time before he whispered: "Mom doesn't want me anymore." ”

Surprise appeared in the boy's eyes.

The tip of his nose trembled, a drop of his eyes slid across his face, and Jing Luo whispered, "I don't know why she did this." ”

No wonder Li Qiao was not seen in the old house, Jing Mian thought that Jing Guozhen had taken Li Qiao away because of his return, but he didn't expect to hear the surprising truth from Jing Luo's mouth.

"I feel, as if it's because I'm ...... It was my fault. ”

Jing Mian's pupils slowly shrank, and his heart was filled with a fine pain, as if he had a memory, and such thoughts came to his mind countless times.

Why doesn't anyone want him,

Why is he the only one who survived?

Why didn't he die?

He still hasn't found the answers to these questions, but he's met someone who can stop him from caring about them.

Mr. Ren was the dawn he never expected.

And in the future, he will also illuminate others.

Jingluo was held into the arms of the young man, the child's tears were wiped away, and the elder brother said, "It's not your fault. ”

"Don't feel guilty about other people's choices."

"You still have a brother, so you don't have to bear the consequences."

Jing Luo's pupils slowly shrank, and hot tears slid down his eyes.

Mr. Ren's voice sounded in his ears, his heart was a little hot, Jing Mian opened his lips, and his voice coincided with the voice in his head: "Others don't want it, I want it." ”

*

Early the next morning.

Jing Mian put on his backpack, and before leaving the room, he gently rubbed the ends of Jing Luo's hair, and the child was sleeping deeply.

It's just that before the young man walked down the stairs, Jing Guozhen's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Sleep." ”

The young man was stunned.

"Can I talk to Daddy?"

Seeing that his son continued to go downstairs without looking back, Jing Guozhen quickly spoke: "Please, it's okay for a minute." ”

…

Jing Guozhen pulled out the chair, walked around to the desk, and poured the warm tea into the teacup, which was hot.

For as long as he can remember, Jing Mian rarely entered his father's study, and the place where Jing Guozhen worked and met guests has always been solemn and full of rituals, and Jing Mian's subconscious is also a field that he cannot intrude into at will.

There were two teacups on the wide table, and Father Jing poured the one that was close to him first.

Jing Mian has seen Jing Guozhen brew countless teas, but it is the first time to make tea for him.

"Li Qiao and I ......" Jing's father said slowly: "It's divorced." ”

Jing Mian raised his eyes slightly, but there was no accident.

Li Qiao's departure, so that the end of this marriage is also expected.

"People say that people regret when they lose." Jing Guozhen put down the teapot, rubbed his fingers with the heat, and smiled a little bitterly: "The things I regret are your mother and you." ”

"So much so that for the rest of my life, I will regret all the decisions I made every moment."

Jing Mian listened quietly, but the emotions in his eyes were very calm.

"I'm not a good dad." Jing Guozhen said in a low voice: "I'm sorry. ”

"I can't make up for you, and I can't make up for the damage you've suffered." Jing Guozhen's palms trembled a little, and his voice was low and deep: "I can't make up for your mother." ”

"I know that this business marriage is a marriage that I have imposed on you."

Jing Guozhen's voice was a little hoarse, he pursed his lower lip, propped his palm on the table, and said softly: "If you don't want to get married, you have the right to regret it now." ”

"You can go back and even give it back."

Under the slightly stunned gaze of the young man, Jing Guozhen pushed the teacup to the edge of Jing Mian's table and said in a low voice: "Dad will help you with the bottom." ”

"Even if you want to pay compensation or take on debts, it doesn't matter."

"Actually, nothing matters."

Jing Guozhen said slowly and in a low voice: "It's enough for you to live happily." ”

Father Jing leaned down and seemed to take out a round thing from behind the wide table, which seemed to have been carefully preserved for a long time, and he was even afraid that dust would fall on it. Under the young man's gaze, Father Jing gently removed the soft cloth covering the sphere.

Jing Mian also recognized it at that moment,

- That's a globe.

It's just that it's not the same as a normal globe.

All the handwriting on this globe is handwritten.

Under the beautiful handwriting of the place name, there are mountains and seas outlined one by one, meticulous to each province and city are written down personally, and the color of the green and blue junction is also hand-painted, filled by watercolor little by little.

The surface of such a rudimentary but unique earth is made like a sticker, firmly covered with a spherical base, and every corner is flattened to form a complete earth.

Father Jing took out the glasses case from the side, he put on his reading glasses, pointed unskillfully, and showed Jing Mian as if he was confirming: "This is China, this is the Pacific Ocean, and Australia is here......"

Jing Mian's palms clenched a little.

Halfway through speaking, as if realizing something, Jing Guozhen slowly stopped.

In the silence, he rubbed his trouser legs with his sweaty palms, and said in a dumb voice, "You've always wanted Dad to bring home a gift." ”

"I know... Is it too late? ”

Jing Mian looked at the globe silently, as if through it, he vaguely saw the young self full of surprise.

It was indeed too late.

It was a gift he had been looking forward to day and night when he was four years old.

I didn't receive it until I was twenty years old.

.

Jing Guozhen sat alone in the study.

And his children have left.

Father Jing looked at the globe, and the early morning light fell into the window, projecting a faint oblique shadow on the sphere and falling on the table.

Jing Mian didn't accept it in the end.

"I already have a globe."

The young man looked at him, his eyes were gentle and calm that he had never felt before: "I just need that one." ”

Jing Mian didn't seem to hate him anymore.

Jing Guozhen lowered his head, and slowly, he covered his face.

Tears quickly wet the edge of the table, and Father Jing's whimpering voice was suppressed in the study, and no one knew.

The tea on the opposite side was already cold.

.

When Jing Mian walked out of the hallway, his mobile phone vibrate, and he lowered his eyes to see that it was Mr. Ren's message:

—[I'm downstairs.] ］

Jing Mian lowered his head and quickly replied to the message.

He put on his backpack and just opened the door, only to find that the morning light had just shown his head, and the sky was mixed with a faint light, covering the earth.

Jing Mian raised his hand to block out the light, and the young man narrowed his eyes slightly.

Parents often seem to downplay and forget their past behavior, and it is only when they are old that they try to become gentle and take their children's hands.

It's just that the child who was looking forward to it is no longer there.

Even if I am sorry, the sadness and numbness in my heart are still covered with the entire torn childhood. Even, most children can't wait for that apology.