abuse the world

Zhongqing walked up to Mo Junxie and sat down, silent and didn't know what to say.Staring at the jumping flames in front of him made his fluctuating heart gradually calm down. It is undeniable that Mo Junxie has always had the power to calm people's hearts - of course this is under the condition of ignoring the opponent's fierce aura.

Knowledgeable and knowledgeable, it seems that there is nothing hard to get him, and it seems that there is nothing that can make him take it to heart. After knowing Mo Junxie for so long, no matter how defensive he is, he has to admit that he is indeed a very rich person Charming people, unconsciously feel attracted to him, has nothing to do with Fengyue.

"This forest is weird." Hearing the crackling sound from the fire, Mo Junxie faintly opened his eyes, and the flames covered Mo Langhuan's beautiful face, looking a little solemn, "Maybe we haven't escaped yet." , or we fell into the trap of the high priest from the very beginning."

Mo Junxie's voice was still cold, without any emotional fluctuations.But Zhongqing felt a little...joy from his words?

As if responding to Mo Junxie's words, faint white mist appeared around them. Maybe they had been dormant from the beginning, but only now showed their clues.With the accumulation of fog, everything around gradually became very blurred.In a daze, Zhong Qing seemed to hear Mo Junxie's voice, not with Langhuan's soft and waxy voice, but his original voice like the first time he heard Mo Junxie speak, that whisper from the soul.

"So it's an old friend."

The white fog in front of my eyes dissipated, and there were countless noises around me, as if they were gradually going away.

The glare of the sun made Zhong Qing a little dizzy, seeing a familiar bungalow in front of him, Zhong Qing was startled, as if he had walked through it thousands of times, he raised his small steps and walked over.

Looking at the little boy in a small suit reflected on the glass, he looked about five or six years old, the bow at the neckline set off the soft face with baby fat, serious and unusually serious and persistent.

Zhong Qing stared at himself in the mirror, and suddenly felt a little disobedient, but he didn't find anything wrong.He gently pushed open the door and entered the still messy living room.

The piercing scream of the woman seemed to penetrate his eardrums, but Zhongqing still had no expression on his face, as if he was used to it, when passing by the woman who was almost brutally dragged by several tall female nurses, he stopped. down the steps.

"Mother."

Hearing the boy's voice without ups and downs, the woman immediately stopped struggling as if under a spell, and even the voice in her throat became almost inaudible. She stared motionlessly at the boy's back with dull eyes. Opening and closing, but unable to make effective sounds, the boy remained motionless until he turned to the second floor and was completely out of sight.

Zhongqing leaned on the armrest, his eyes gradually blurred, and then he saw the dazzling scarlet.

He knelt in front of the woman in a pool of blood, and the woman looked at him with a painful expression but nostalgic eyes.The huge sense of guilt made him almost breathless, he held the woman's hands tightly, his mind was full of the image of the woman rushing over to protect him just now, watching the woman's face turn gray until she was breathless, it made him the first time For the first time, I felt that I was too cruel.

Zhong Qing lowered his head and kissed the woman's forehead almost reverently.The woman closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep peacefully.This extremely cowardly woman finally protected her beloved child, but the price was too heavy, so heavy that the devil named indifference in Zhong Qing's heart opened his eyes and looked down at this world for the first time.

The tooth-piercing sound of brakes sounded not far away, and Zhong Qing knew who was coming when he heard the steady footsteps.He struggled to close his eyes, a rare mixture of fragility and helplessness on his always plain face.But this is normal, no matter how precocious he is, he is only an eleven or twelve-year-old child at this time.

Zhongqing lowered his head, he could only see the spotless black leather shoes of the visitor.He hooked the corners of his mouth ironically, showing a smile uglier than crying.The corners of the eyes were obviously swollen and painful, but no tears flowed.

"You already have a son." Zhong Qing's voice was a little hoarse. Even though he and the man in front of him had an inseparable blood relationship, neither of them really admitted, "Let me go."

No answer is the default.

"Little uncle...for the sake of him being your younger brother, please let him go." Zhong Qing subconsciously grasped the gradually cold man in his arms.

"Dad." This was the first and last time.