Glory to the ancestors

"Yang Jin, you're drunk," Rong Zhen was a little flustered at this moment, since he saw Yang Jin sitting at the door of his house that night, he had already had a vague emotion.

But he thought that since Yang Jin didn't say anything at that time, he wouldn't say anything in the future.

He would rather it was his own illusion.

Yang Jin grabbed the clothes on her chest and hammered herself a few times, still talking to herself, "I told it not to hurt, it is not obedient at all."

Rong Zhen turned his back, "You're drunk, you'll be fine after a night of sleep."

"It won't be fine!" Yang Jin suddenly yelled, causing Rong Zhen to tremble all over.

"Rong Zhen, I'm not going to get better," Yang Jin broke down and threw the pillow in Rong Zhen's back.

The pillow was stuffed with buckwheat husks, which was not light. Yang Jin was drunk and couldn't control his strength, which made Rong Zhen stagger. He sighed and turned around with regret on his face, "Yang Jin, go to sleep. OK?"

Yang Jin felt even more aggrieved when she heard this, "Did you already know?"

Rong Zhen didn't say a word, and didn't even have the courage to look up at Yang Jin.

"That's right, you already knew that, you just want to look at me like a fool, you want me to be like Chuxi, just staring blankly at you and sweet-scented osmanthus." Yang Jin bit her lip , "Osmanthus osmanthus is good, but..."

"Stop talking!" Rong Zhen closed his eyes, and his heart ached. This was the last thing he wanted to face, "I have always regarded you as a brother."

"Yes, yes," Yang Jin staggered and stood up from the bed, "I have always been the outlier."

There was a loud noise on Pingtian, followed by heavy rain, and the raindrops fell on the eaves, making a crackling sound, trying to cover up the turbulent emotions in the hearts of the two of them.

Rong Zhen stood in front of Yang Jin, "Don't go out, you'll get sick tomorrow if you drink alcohol and get caught in the rain."

"Rong Zhen," Yang Jin's tears were like the rain outside the window, and he didn't know when it would stop, "Do you know why I can't let it go, it's because of your attitude."

"Yang Jin..."

"You treat me like a brother, and you don't treat me well. Li Huan is dead. You think you should treat me even better, don't you?" heavy.

"I know, I don't blame you." Yang Jin stroked Rong Zhen's face, trying to find herself in Rong Zhen's eyes, "But I can't take you as a brother."

Rong Zhen stared blankly at the front, he bit his lip tightly, he could feel Yang Jin's tears wiped his face and flowed into his collar.

A hopeless kiss.

A kiss that announced the end of their nearly 20-year friendship.

Rong Zhen's tears also fell, he could not push Yang Jin away at this time no matter what, but he could not accept him either.

But Yang Jin took a step back, his smile was bitter, "I'm sorry."

Rong Zhen suppressed his sadness forcibly, and tried to try again, "Go to sleep and pretend that this incident never happened."

Yang Jin shook her head, took a breath, and raised her head, not to let tears fall, he couldn't cry anymore, it was too embarrassing.

He is Yang Jin, the Yang Jin who has been spoiled since he was a child, has never suffered any setbacks, and has never been wronged.

"You still don't understand." Yang Jin pushed open the door and ran out of the yard in the rain.

Rong Zhen chased after two steps, but saw that the sweet-scented osmanthus opposite also opened the door.

Osmanthus osmanthus looked at Rong Zhen puzzled, as if frightened by the tears on Rong Zhen's face, he covered his head with one hand, trying to rush through the heavy rain.

Rong Zhen raised his hand, stopped him, pulled the corner of his mouth, and shook his head.

Osmanthus osmanthus took a step back, then pointed outside, wanting to ask Rong Zhen if he wanted someone to find Yang Jin.

Rong Zhen shook his head again, he just felt tired now and didn't even want to say a word.

He also used sign language, "Go to sleep."

Although the sweet-scented osmanthus hesitated, she also knew that now was not a good time to get to the bottom of it, so she retreated to her room and closed the door of her own room.

Rong Zhen stared at the light and shadow in the osmanthus room, finally couldn't hold on, and knelt down on the ground.

There was a throbbing pain in his temple, as if something was about to jump out of it.

Rong Zhen closed his eyes, listening to the sound of rain, wondering when it started.

Children in the capital pay attention to being enlightened early, and the Rong family is a wealthy family, so it is absolutely impossible to find an ordinary teacher.

When Rong Zhen was three years old, he kowtowed in front of Yang Xian. He kowtowed several times, but he forgot to count.

There was a giggling sound in front of him, and it was Yang Jin lying at Yang Xian's feet, her small white lotus hands resting on Rong Zhen's forehead, "Too much knocking."

Rong Zhen froze for a moment, and opened his mouth slightly.

Yang Jin was not afraid of life at all, sitting cross-legged opposite Rong Zhen, and gestured three with her hand, "Three is enough."

Li Huan was standing next to them and yawned, "Yes, there are only three."

Rong Zhen scratched his hair and stood up, ran back to his mother, hid behind her, and listened to the three of them laughing together.

Li Huan always looks like he lacks interest in front of people, and always maintains his noble airs of a prince.

Rong Zhen was a little afraid of him at first, so he only played with the cheerful Yang Jin.

Although Yang Jin was one year younger than Rong Zhen and the others, she was extremely smart and knew more about memorizing books than they did, but I didn't see when he used to work hard.

Yang Jin likes to make trouble, Rong Zhen likes to be quiet, so they couldn't play together.

But Yang Jin preferred to play with him, and ran to Rongguo Mansion all day long, almost forgetting how to leave her home.

At that time, the three of them, Rong Zhen and Li Huan were lying on the bed, Yang Jin spread a small cushion by herself, lay on the ground, and told them some so-called "jokes" with slurred teeth.

Often before the joke is finished, Yang Jin hugs her stomach and laughs non-stop.

But Rong Zhen and Li Huan could only shake their heads helplessly.

Later Rong Zhen picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus, and his attention was completely attracted by this child who couldn't speak.

Yang Jin watched Rong Zhen busy around the sweet-scented osmanthus several times, but she could only stand aside with the new toy she wanted to share with Rong Zhen, waiting for when the sweet-scented osmanthus fell asleep before she could get close to Rong Zhen.

But he never complained, and was even the first to play with osmanthus after it became sensible.

Maybe it was then that he understood his place in Rong Zhen's heart.

He is important, but not the most important one.

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I write with trembling hands.