let go of that man [rebirth]

The graceful woman pushed the young man away and fell into a pool of blood. Dust and blood stained her forever delicate face. She tried weakly to smile, "Mom... loves you."

For a long time, Zhuang Jin kept replaying this picture in his mind.

The turbulent earth, the panicked crowd, the smoke and dust, the screams and cries synthesized the concerto of hell, the field of vision is like an old TV that is stuck, it is full of snowflakes, and even the nearest things cannot be seen clearly. Between the walls, only the woman who is gradually losing her vitality is so clear.

Now, Zhuang Jin is far away from that disaster. The young man sits in the hospital ward, silent and motionless, like a statue that has lost its vitality, handsome and cold.

"Such a good-looking person..."

"what a shame."

"I heard that during the earthquake, my mother died right in front of my eyes..."

"No wonder."

"Wow, it's so cruel..."

"Hope you get better soon."

"Ugh."

The nurses' discussion naturally did not happen in front of Zhuang Jin's eyes. Even from the perspective of God, he should not have heard it from a distance...But Zhuang Jin heard it, but it was like the wind passing by his ears, and it didn't arouse him in the slightest. The change.Those amber eyes reflected the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds, which came and went complicatedly, like a mirror, beautiful is beautiful, but it is a dead thing without life.

The so-called tragedy is to destroy the beautiful things for others to see.

Probably so.

Gu Qin, who came over from his mother's funeral, saw this Zhuang Jin.

Gu Qin: "..."

No matter how much dissatisfaction and resentment you have, you can't express it in front of such eyes, or in other words, even if you say it, the other party can't hear it, right?Gu Qin inexplicably remembered the birthday present he received when he was a child. He didn’t remember who gave it to him. He only remembered that it was a beautiful glass swan with a long and slender neck bent into an elegant arc, elegant and fragile. Among them, the corner of the table was shattered.

Fragile goods.

Handle with care.

Since then, Gu Qin has memorized these two words.

At this time, Zhuang Jin also gave him the same feeling.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the sky at dusk was orange-red, reflecting a layer of red on the young man's face, and the pale color seemed to have become healthy.

Just an illusion.

"... Zhuang Jin?"

Gu Qin tried to call out, using various means to attract Zhuang Jin's attention, but it was useless, as if an important gear was missing, and he was no longer able to respond to the outside world.Gu Qin fell silent. He adjusted his position, sat directly opposite Zhuang Jin, and watched his own shadow appear in the pupils of that man, but there was still no fluctuation.

The ancient well without waves faithfully reflects everything.

Shu Yuan's body was found after rescuing Zhuang Jin. Even after she died, she still maintained the posture of pushing something out, her eyes were always looking in a certain direction, and there seemed to be joy, regret and worry in her eyes... Maybe the dead eyes Unable to express these emotions, Gu Qin knew that this might be his own imagination, but he was sure that his mother left with these emotions.

For the sake of her eldest son, there is no regret in dying...?

What about me?Where is my sister?Where's dad?

For countless days, countless people have praised the greatness of maternal love, but Gu Qin would rather that maternal love is not so great.

This is selfishness.

Gu Qin knew this very well, but he couldn't stop his feelings. Intellectually, he knew that this had nothing to do with Zhuang Jin, but emotionally, he couldn't get over his own.During the funeral, he was thinking whether he should not come to see Zhuang Jin, so as not to lose control of his emotions and have a bad effect on Zhuang Jin's treatment, but when he came in front of Zhuang Jin, his mood subconsciously calmed down.

The breath of silence.

Deathly silence.

Gu Qin remembered what his father said before, "You have grown up", and felt that he had indeed grown up a lot.

Twilight splashes.

Gu Qin didn't turn on the light, he just felt that the silence stretched infinitely in the air and seemed substantial, and the last daylight cast flickering lights and shadows on his face, like the prelude to some kind of prelude.The sky finally darkened, and then, thousands of lights came on.Except this room.

There are no doctors or nurses to bother, and the privacy of patients and families — yes, families — is well protected in the special wards.

In the not-so-pure darkness, a chuckle suddenly sounded.

light is on.

There was an indescribable sarcasm between Gu Qin's brows and eyes, he didn't know whether it was for himself or someone else, he raised his hand and held the young man's cold hand——

Then, very slowly, hugged him.

"don’t worry."

"I'll take care of you."

"Zhuang Jin...brother."

No one saw that the young man's eyes blinked very lightly.

Three years of recuperation and six years of wandering.

Nine years later.

France.the Rhine.

The warm sunlight sprinkled on the water is like gold powder. This is a beautiful picture scroll, and with the painters by the river, this picture scroll has a more tender taste.

It was a man.

The half-length hair hangs over his shoulders, and the unruly clothes outline an uninhibited temperament. The profile of his face has both the depth of the West and the mystery of the East. The man is standing in front of a drawing board, sketching for a passing girl.

The sketch is complete.

The blonde girl seemed a little absent-minded, she tilted her head to look at the man's pretty face, and suddenly said, "Handsome guy, do you have a girlfriend?"

The man shook his head, but said: "There won't be any."

The painter said this lightly and slowly, as if afraid of disturbing something, with a gentle and sad expression, the curvature of the corners of his lips was naturally melancholy, and the luster of those intoxicating amber eyes dimmed for a moment.It's extraordinarily guilty.

"sorry Sorry……"

"It's ok."

This man is Zhuang Jin.

Charm and fickleness are in positive proportions on him, moths always like to jump into the fire, but how do you know if the fire has something to do with it?If he could choose, Zhuang Jin would prefer to stay by Gu Qin's side, but unfortunately, Shu Yuan's death was an invisible thorn between the two, and an invisible moat lay between them. Gu Qin could never forget the cause of his mother's death, and could not. He frankly admitted that his relationship with Zhuang Jin had deteriorated.

What can I do?

Only stray.

Who said that when you go to see this world, all scars will be healed slowly by time and space.

But old wounds, even if healed, will leave scars.

Zhuang Jin sometimes thinks that he is indeed the blood of the father he has never met, otherwise how could he end up on the road of a wandering painter?

It's like a reincarnation.

The blond girl held her sketch as if it was a treasure, and walked away step by step. Turning a corner, she was immediately pulled back by a boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes. The boy asked anxiously, "How is it? Does he have a problem?"

The girl resisted the urge to roll her eyes, only to feel that the artistic state of mind cultivated by the male god was completely destroyed in an instant, and said angrily: "No."

The boy exclaimed: "How could it not?!"

"How is it impossible?!" The blond girl rolled her eyes neatly this time, "It's only normal for Cecilia to like him. Compared with a frizzy brother like you, my male god is absolutely brilliant Comparable to the archangel under the lord!"

"Male, male god?!" The boy opened his eyes wide in horror, with "something bad" written on his left eye, and "even you have been recruited" on his right eye, "That guy must be a high-level blood, right? Earl or Duke?!"

"roll!"

The girl's slender hands pressed the boy against the wall with a strange force that didn't match her appearance, and she snorted coldly and threatened, "Besides, I'll let you insert it, and you won't even be able to pull it off!"

"...!"

Across the street, the man wearing sunglasses shook his head, merged into the crowd naturally, and stopped at a position facing the sun.

You can see Zhuang Jin's position.

He made a phone call.

"Good day, boss."

His Majesty the Prince, the current Patriarch of the Vatican family, the leader of the blood clan secret party who was in Italy to discuss business, answered the phone with a voice as mellow as old red wine, "What's the matter, Garcia."

"The little guy just passed by two kittens from the Holy See and was not found."

"The point."

"Well, if the little guy dies, will you blame me?" Garcia explained, "The little guy doesn't have any anger in his eyes. It's not surprising when he commits suicide."

What answered him was a voice that was always calm and rational.

"As long as he doesn't exhibit 'supernatural' qualities, it's fine."

"Ok."

The phone hangs up.

Garcia smiled and shook his head, "It's so ruthless, at least it's your nephew..."

Few people know that His Majesty the Prince of Vatican has a half-brother who was created by the former Prince and a female werewolf.The vampires and werewolves have focused on each other for 1 years, which is naturally a scandal, and apart from the scandal, what is even more bizarre is the way this offspring is born.

Blood races all rely on first embrace, they do not have the ability to reproduce, and since records have been recorded, this has never happened.

His Majesty exiled his brother, Effi.

Of course, such an unstable factor, even if it does not have the ability to surpass ordinary people, is always in the sight of Van Zhuo.

As His Majesty's confidant, Garcia is naturally an insider.

During these years, he watched Effie's life trajectory, watched Effie and the human woman, and had two children.Nie Lang and Zhuang Jin.The former is the long-term crystallization of Effie and the woman he likes, while the latter is an accident of spring breeze.Garcia is very interested in this, hoping that these two children will show something different, but unfortunately there is nothing unusual in these years.

Gee.

Garcia takes off his sunglasses.

The icy blue eyes stared at the quietly flowing Rhine River until the quiet place was broken by the noise. The Blood Race watched Zhuang Jin fall into the river and no longer float up, with a calm expression, and secretly felt that he might have the characteristics of a crow's mouth.

Huh?

Garcia noticed a fiery gaze.

What caught my eye was a pale face and green eyes, um, it seemed to be a very famous star, called... Rhine?

Rhine on the Rhine?

I remember that this little guy still has the nickname of Earl.

With a thought in his heart, Garcia took out his phone and flipped through the address book: "Let me think about it... Who said they want to develop a descendant?"