The rest of life may not be different

Shakespeare once said, "There is nothing good or evil in this world, but thought makes it so."

The rusty sunlight slanted into the cracks of the window and draped over his thin body. His hands and feet were locked behind the chair and he could not move. Shocking scars were carved on his body, like thorns of thorns covering his whole body ferociously. His eyelids were heavy. As if he couldn't lift it anymore, he simply leaned his neck back, looked up at the pale ceiling, and smiled vaguely even though his face was bloodless...

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Su Wuxu woke up suddenly in the passenger seat, and Xia Lin felt a little sad because he was still in shock, "I said, Young Master Su, let's not do it, how can you say that you have been here for three years, and you still have to let go." No more?" Xia Lin looked sideways at Su Wuxu who closed his eyes and thought."

Su Wuxu came back to his senses. At this time, his appearance was a little gloomy. He looked deep and lonely at first glance, and looked very depressed and lifeless. Xia Lin was driving the car and still looked at him worriedly from time to time.

"It's not that easy." Su Wuxu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer at a loss, only the impeccable calmness.

"Bell~" The phone in Su Wuxu's pocket rang non-stop, but Su Wuxu was still indifferent and made Xia Lin very anxious, "I said brother, you should answer it, in case it is a call from someone in China .”

"What's the matter?" Su Wuxu still picked it up.

"Yeah." Then hung up, his eyes were indifferent, neither sad nor happy, and he said after a while, "Go back to China tomorrow."

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After more than ten hours of journey, when he got off the plane, his younger brother Su Ningli and his younger uncle Su Bojian came to pick him up.

Su Ningli pursed the corners of her lips, and called out with some uncertainty, "Brother?"

Su Bojian knocked him on the head, "Of course, who else could it be if it wasn't your brother!"

Xia Lin walked up to Su Ningli and rubbed his head, and looked at Su Bojian with some dissatisfaction, "I said uncle, can you be gentle!"

"Boy, this is my child, what are you doing here to join in the fun!" After speaking and pulling Su Ningli to his side, Xia Lin twitched her lips helplessly.

Su Ningli broke free and ran to Su Wuxu's side, "Brother, let's go back to the old house first, grandpa...they miss you very much."

Su Wuxu looked at Su Ningli, who was already 17 years old. The guy who used to follow behind them timidly calling him brother had grown up so much in a blink of an eye. His whole body exuded a youthful and lively atmosphere like a newborn sun. A pair of bright and clear eyes Big eyes were looking at him.

So he nodded slightly, "Let's go."

Su Wuxu was a little tired. He sat in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Su Ningli just blinked his eyes to see what happened, and asked after a while, "Brother, how have you been these few years?"

"Why is that bad? You entrusted me to take care of your brother. You forgot how skinny he looked back then. Now it's not..." Before he finished speaking, Su Wuxu opened his eyes and looked at him coldly. With a chill, Xia Lin swallowed the second half of the sentence in an instant.

Su Bojian said from the side, "It's good to come back. The old man's physical condition has become more and more sluggish and haggard in the past few years. The situation was very dangerous twice. What I miss is you who are far away abroad, so don't leave when you come back."

Su Wuxu opened his eyes and looked sideways at Su Bo, wondering if it was Su Bo's illusion, but Su Wuxu's mouth curled into a faint smile, but he felt a little mocking.

"it is good."

After speaking, Su Wuxu continued to close his eyes, a little tired, who would let him stay now.

At the corner, the black car drove slowly. The man in the car was playing the video, but pointed the camera at Su Wuxu, who was unaware. The other person in the video had cold eyebrows and thin lips, staring at Su Wuxu The direction Su Wuxu left in the phone, without saying a word.

It's been four years, and when I look at the place where I remember being kicked out with blood dripping like a stray dog, I feel like it's been a lifetime.

The night was deep, and the bitter wind entered into the cold winter, and he felt a little pain on his white/white skin that was almost blue-veined.

The magnificent eyes seemed to be filled with dense fog, and the black pupils with his head lowered were surging like a vortex, and his temperament changed to a coldness that was different from ordinary people. Su Ningli pulled him in time, and I don't know if it was a coincidence.

Su Ningli raised her head and looked at Su Wuxu seriously, "It is the most comforting thing for a dying old man to have children and grandchildren at his knees by his side."

Su Wuxu's eyes were slightly hazy, and he looked down at his younger brother who didn't seem to be indifferent to world affairs at all, the corners of his mouth were a little bitter.

Pushing the door open, Uncle Su Beiyue, Aunt Lin Qian, his father Su Xiangshan, his titular stepmother Zheng Jiao, and Elder Su, who sat on the first seat with a hunched body and a pale complexion, all these people were sitting upright. Some look.

Su Xiangshan looked at him and snorted coldly, but didn't say anything. Elder Su waved at Su Wuxu, who obediently went over and squatted down, "Grandpa, I'm back."

Mr. Su's eyes were gray and blurred, and he touched the top of his head, seemingly very happy, "I'm back from school."

Mr. Su suffers from Alzheimer’s disease. The loss of memory usually begins around the age of 65, and then it continues to worsen, gradually losing memory and impairing judgment. It is difficult to concentrate, language ability is weakened, and memory disorders often return to Su Wuxu When I was young, maybe I felt very sorry for Su Wuxu when I was a child...

Zheng Jiao smiled, "Yeah, just come back, Wuxu didn't eat on the way, why don't you have dinner first, I made black chicken soup for you, you should eat more."

Su Xiangshan looked at Zheng Jiao who was smiling like a flower, and slightly eased his disgusted expression, "Talk to your grandfather more, the old man misses you very much."

Su Wuxu looked up at the pretending family, nodded indifferently and politely, "Okay."

Maybe the old man is separated from man and nature forever, so the family doesn't have to work hard to please the old man in the end. It's ugly and disgusting.

After dinner, Su Wuxu helped Mr. Su back to the study. Su Wuxu looked at this long-lost study. It was still very simple, and the surrounding walls were filled with slightly old rubbings and precious books. I have looked through them curiously, and some of them were even torn apart by him when he was young, but the old man just smiled lovingly, so the only one who gave him good childhood memories in this family is his grandfather.

When he glanced at the landscape painting on the wall, he was stunned for a moment. Under the blue sky, the mountain peaks stood tall and straight, the spring water was crystal clear, and the surrounding flowers and birds gathered here, adding more aura, exaggerating the world. Bright, giving people a visual enjoyment.

This was the first painting he thought he could get it back then, and he couldn't wait to show it to his grandpa. After that, he thought that he was forced to leave, and his things would be abandoned by them like wolves and tigers. He didn't expect this Zhang's painting was preserved.

He instantly felt a huge sadness surrounding him, and he couldn't breathe. He turned his head and squatted in front of the gray-haired old man Su, "Grandpa..."

He is not as indifferent as he looks on the surface, he is very lonely and emotional, he can't do nothing without desires and desires, and he has thought about whether it is good for everyone if he dies, but he still has something he can't let go of. People and things.

Elder Su smiled and patted him on the head, "Is the new school fun? Don't come back to eat after having so much fun."

Su Wuxu stared blankly at the old man holding his hand tightly, then raised his eyes seriously to look at old man Su, and said with some difficulty, "Okay, I will come back to eat with you every day from now on."

"Okay, okay." The old man watched Su Wuxu leave and close the door, smiling like a child...

Then the phone rang, "Say?"

"Come to the Sifang glazed tiles, and I will cleanse you from the wind and dust."

"Okay." Su Wuxu hung up the phone and was about to leave, when he heard the big sword sitting on the sofa and yelling - stop.

Su Wuxu turned to look at the sullen Su Xiangshan and Zheng Jiao who had an impeccable smile next to him, "What's the matter?"

Su Xiangshan, who was caught off guard, was slapped across the face, "What's your attitude! Let me tell you, don't think that you can continue to be presumptuous after you come back. You are not allowed to go anywhere today!"

Su Wuxu licked his numb left cheek with his tongue, then looked at him with dark eyes, and approached him step by step with a smile, Su Xiangshan took two steps back, looking at Su who was half a head taller than him and had an aura that overwhelmed him. Wuxu scolded, "You rebellious son, do you want to do something to me? How dare you!"

He was actually afraid of Su Wuxu's smile, this was the last thing he could tolerate!

Su Wuxu tilted his head and smiled very gently, "You know that I have mental problems." But this is self-evident.