Xiyang Mourning

Zheng Yang drove all the way back to the villa, and when he saw the familiar scene, he lost his strength and fell on the steering wheel.Zheng Yang felt the wetness on the back of his hand, only to realize that his hair was already wet with cold sweat, and his back was also wet.

Zheng Yang turned his head and looked at the villa in front of him panting heavily, he could feel the fast and fast sound coming from his chest, it was his heart, and his heart was beating for the master.

He didn't understand why he ran away, didn't he just stay there to see his master?

Zheng Yang raised his head, slammed his hands on the steering wheel, and slammed his head on the seat.He is afraid, what is he afraid of? !

He despises himself like this, he doesn't look like a man at all, but he knows why in his heart.Not long after he passed, he stood in the window on the second floor and watched the owner leave, holding the luggage he packed himself; he explained his pain in the company's office on the 22nd floor, forcing the owner to leave He never said again that he didn't blame the master, he had been quietly complaining about his master in his heart.

He complained that the master withdrew his tenderness for Qin Haoyu, he complained that he was crushed by Qinglin in order to save the master, he complained that the master still let him let the Qin family go after this... Even if he did everything voluntarily, Even if he is willing to do that for the master.

But he still couldn't help complaining, even though he didn't realize it clearly.

After being frightened and even excited after being discovered, he calmed down now, and suddenly he cleared up the mess in his heart.Why did he leave the master, because he was dirty and he didn't deserve it, because he... complained that the master made himself dirty...

"Hehe..." Zheng Yang looked at the roof of the car in front of him, tears streaming down his eyes, he always thought that he was willing to give everything for his master, only now did he find out that he would complain, be unwilling, and quietly take revenge Owner……

"Huh..." Zheng Yang raised his head like this, and it took him an unknown amount of time to wipe off the tears on his face. Zheng Yang straightened his hair and got out of the car.

Feeling the down-to-earth feeling, Zheng Yang took a deep breath and closed the car door, then walked around the car slowly.Zheng Yang just strolled around places he had never visited before, feeling a burst of relief in his heart.

As he walked, he thought about some problems that he had neglected.

Does he love his master?

Of course love, no one loves the master more than him.

Does he blame his master?

Naturally they will complain.

Is he willing to leave his master?

Of course not!

Who is more important, yourself or the master?

Master of course!

"Do I love master?"

"Of course I love you, more than you love yourself!"

Zheng Yang started jogging as he walked, and laughed as he ran.

If there were people at that time, they would have seen a man running like an adolescent boy, running with his arms open, as if behind him was a pair of powerful wings that would fly up in a second.

He was too precocious to go through puberty and run like a fool, and now he does.

He used to think that he would die alone, but now he has someone who wants to die with him.

He used to think that he was not a person, and now he finally found the person who made him a person.

He made him understand jealousy, understand heartache, learn to complain, and let him understand love and feel love.

That person is his light, his master, his belief, and his only one in this world.

He doesn't believe in God, destiny, or even himself, but he is willing to believe in him.

"It's a wonderful feeling..."

This feeling seemed to have taken off the last layer of shackles on his body. It would not be an exaggeration to say that a dead tree is in spring!

I don't know how far I ran, I don't know how long I ran, anyway, until I was exhausted, Zheng Yang slowly slowed down and stopped. He put his hands on his knees and panted heavily. oxygen.

"Touch! Touch! Touch!" The rapid heartbeat in his chest could be heard in his ears, body, and brain, but no matter how intense it was, how could it be more joyful and full of life than when he saw his master? !

Everywhere he sees his master, his heart always beats in his left chest, like a stream in the mountains, not as intense as a waterfall, but full of joy, so happy that the four seasons are like spring, so happy that the whole world seems like Just the two of them.

Zheng Yang rested for a while before controlling his body under his own thinking. When he wanted to walk back slowly, his brain was slow to respond to the sharp pain in his thigh.

Zheng Yang almost fell to the ground, and when he finally stabilized his body and watched, he belatedly remembered the cup of hot coffee poured on his lap...

Maybe it was because the nerves were tense before, so I didn't feel any pain, but now that I realized it, my whole thigh felt pain like needle pricks.

Zheng Yang frowned and looked around. There was only one villa around him, that is to say, he was the only one.

He fumbled in his pocket only to find that the phone was in the car...

Zheng Yang endured the pain and walked back all the way. If it was before, he certainly wouldn't care about such injuries, but he hasn't been injured for a long time now...since the master left.

When Zheng Yang returned home, he ignored Ye Yu's surprised expression and asked her to park the car in the garage. After seeing Ye Yu leave, he slowly went upstairs while holding onto the handrail.

Zheng Yang simply rinsed off, then sat on the bed in a bathrobe and applied medicine to his thighs. He looked at the deep red, and somehow thought of the song played on the car. Sing out.

"I haven't held your hand yet

Walk through the deserted dunes

From now on, we can learn to cherish

sometimes sometimes

I will believe that everything has an end

meet and leave sometimes

Nothing is immortal

But I sometimes

I would rather choose nostalgia than let go

Wait until the scenery is clear

Maybe you will accompany me to watch the water flow

I haven't put the red beans for you yet

boiled into lingering wounds

then share

I will understand the sadness of lovesickness better

not feeling well

tenderness of waking kisses

............"

What emerged in his mind were scenes of him and his master.

Now every cell and pore in his body is clamoring for his master, longing to see him, that kind of lovesickness almost drowns him.

Linglong dice puts red beans on the bones and knows nothing.