Lao Gong lost his memory after picking up cubs

I've seen him before, but he obviously doesn't remember.

My father was a gambler, losing all the family money was something he did over and over again.

When he was eight years old, his mother divorced him because he couldn't stand the endless beatings.

I still remember the last words she said to me.

She said, Dong Ling, if you were an Omega, I would definitely take you away.

Now that I think about it, I just find it funny, but I actually understand what she means.

She thought that my blood was as violent as my father's.

She is afraid that I will hit her, so she would rather choose to put an end to this possibility.

Using a beautified reason to cover up the essence of abandonment is what adults often do.

It was Friday, and instead of going home, I ran to the nearby hills.

I like to sit on the highest part of the mountain and see the entire county, which allows me to find a short period of peace.

That's when he appeared, with dirty clothes and grazed wounds on his body.

Even so, these can't cover up his immature but smart face.

He said that his class came to the summer camp and accidentally fell behind. He hoped that I could send him back.

This area is a well-known development zone, but it is not perfect, and the locals know it, so I think he is not from this city.

I noticed his injured leg and asked him why he was struggling to get to the top.

He said this was taught by his father. Standing tall and calling for help will greatly increase the chances of others seeing him.

"Brother, can you take me back?" His voice was crisp and clear, and his eyes seemed to be very moving.

At that time, I thought that if he splits into an Omega in the future, no one should refuse any of his requests.

But I had a rebellious mentality. I wanted to tease him for no reason. I stared at his expectant eyes and shook my head deliberately.

"No, to tell you the truth, I plan to jump from here after a while." I picked up the stone beside me and made a motion of throwing it down.

He seemed to be frightened, and he stared at me blankly. After he reacted, he immediately limped again, trying to pull me.

"Don't... don't think so, or I will send you back, anyway, my father will definitely find me."

In my opinion at the time, his self-confidence was ridiculous.

So I asked half mockingly: "Are you so sure that he will know you are here?"

He nodded heavily, as if he was afraid that I wouldn't believe it, and then patted his chest specifically: "Of course, my father loves me the most, but he may be punished when he goes back, but it's okay, I'm not afraid!"

When he spoke, he looked like a young child who hadn't experienced much in the world, with a naive and dull look.

In the distance are endless mountains and fields, clusters of green swaying in front of my eyes, and birds jumping over the branches, finally disappearing into the horizon under the setting sun.

And beside me, there is a child who is unfamiliar but talks a lot.

I finally agreed and sent him back.

Along the way, he kept talking, persuading me not to overthink it.

I smiled and agreed, and when we got to the gate of the police station, he seemed to finally understand that I was trying to put it off, so he lay on my back, refusing to get off.

"If you jump down, the family will be very sad." He still refused to give up, trying to impress me with his relatives.

This just reminded me of my own broken family, and I didn't hesitate, but declined his offer again.

"They are long gone, no one will be sad, come down quickly, after the phone call, you can go back."

"I'll be sad...I don't want you to die, so you...don't jump, okay?" He was pulled down by me, but instead stretched out his arms to hug me and burst into tears in my arms.

I didn't know until much later that the reason he was so sad at that time was because his mother had just passed away.

The so-called summer camp was just a lie he lied to, and this was the last place his mother wanted to come to.

But I still made my promise for his recklessness, and I promised him that I would live a good life.

There are thousands of coincidences in the world, but the best one doesn't belong to him or me.

Later, I spent all my time on studying, from being held down and beaten by my father to being taller than him.

I can't remember the many days and nights between college and meeting him again.

But when I dreamed back at midnight, I distinctly remembered his voice and the scalding tears that fell on my neck.

It is said that forgetting a man begins with hearing, with not remembering his voice.

Then I think, if you fall in love with someone, start by remembering his voice.

I was admitted to the university and it was the city where he was, but I still didn't have the guts to find him.

Because when I was young, I met his father at the police station. That day, the other party gave me [-] yuan as a reward for saving his son.

That money is not a medal for me as a hero, but a blow to my inferior and sensitive heart.

So that whenever I want to get closer to him, I can't help but think about whether I have the ability to give him a better life.

It was also at that time that I understood that what he said was the truth, and not every father in the world is the same as mine.

I didn't know that he was sick until Yu Jianshan found out the news about matching pheromones for Aizi, and there was a lot of noise.

As I thought, he split into an Omega, but when I really knew about it, I couldn't be happy.

I found a classmate who was related to the hospital, and faked my [-]% match with him, and the condition was to give up the recommended quota.

That is dispensable to me, and I can pass the exam with my own ability without going abroad.

Probably only this reason can cover up the fact that I have something wrong with him.

Yu Jianshan was very happy when he heard that he had found this person.This time, he gave me and my father, 100 million each.

I saw him again at two o'clock in the morning that day.

He didn't sleep well, his neck was covered with sweat, I don't know why.Maybe it was the disease that dragged down his body and damaged his original smiling face.

He greeted me and told me that his pheromone taste, strawberry jelly, was really sweet.

I said I couldn't smell it, but I did it on purpose. I somehow wanted to see him get up and hit me, and I wanted to see him recover to a vigorous state.

In the past, the child who wanted to climb to the highest point even if he was limping, and kept persuading me to live a good life, was fragile and seemed to be exhausted at any time.

It's like a dream, but it's not a dream.

I often forget that there is surveillance in this room, especially when I see him crying.

Unlike when he was 13 years old, now that he is crying, he is no longer as hoarse as before, but just looks at me wronged, and even tears quietly.

In fact, I teased him because I wanted him to hate me, just as I never wanted to die.

My mother's abandonment, my father's indifference, and the hatred that grew in my heart prompted me to live.

I thought he would be the same as me. After all, I don't know how to love someone.

[The author has something to say]: Diarrhea, in order to keep updating, first make up the episode written two days ago.

This chapter is purely fictitious, and any coincidences are purely similar.

Supplement: The actions of the characters in the article are not worth following.