King's return

Qingming has already passed, and the drizzle is still there.

There are not many people in the cemetery, and looking around, the neat stone monuments are all over the mountain, standing up and down, and there is a sense of vicissitudes under the broad sky.

Holding a black umbrella, Rong Jian walked up the steps in the rain. He walked very slowly, as if every time he went up a step, he would bear an extra burden on his body.

After walking for a long time, he finally stopped in front of a tombstone. It hadn't been cleaned up for a long time, and some weeds grew beside the tomb.

Rong Jian knelt down and gently placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the stele.

The smile of the woman in the black and white photo is still bright, Rong Jian stared at it for a while, in a trance, it seems that this appearance has become so strange.

No matter how profound the memory is, it will slowly fade under the ruthless erosion of time.

The dead are gone, and those who come can be chased.

Rong Jian looked at it quietly, recalling a vague picture when he was 6 or 7 years old. At that time, he still had a complete and happy family. He had long forgotten the appearance of his father, but the temperature of holding his hand was still fresh in his memory. .

Later, the memory of the family of three became less and less, until his father left the house with Lin Moxi for more than a year, Rong Jian almost thought that he would never see his father again, but unexpectedly, when he saw him again, his father was in the hospital bed Dying.

What happened in between?Why did my father get that disease?Why did Lin Moxi ignore it?

Rong Jian knew nothing about all this.It must not be a glorious thing for my father to never mention it.

All he knew was that when a person dies, everything is over, and the most important life can never come back, so what's the point of pursuing other things?

Not long after his father passed away, his mother who had no job took him with him, making life even more difficult.After all, he was sent to the orphanage. For a ridiculously long time, he still waited at the door with a glimmer of humble hope.

Seven years have passed, and the 14-year-old Rong Jian has grown taller and stronger. It can be said that he has changed a lot.

In fact, everyone will change, only he still stubbornly stays where he is.

When his mother came to adopt him, his appearance changed a lot. Rong Jian didn't recognize her at all, and she didn't intend to tell him the truth at all.

Maybe it was because she felt ashamed to admit it, or maybe she was afraid of the eyes of the neighbors. If she hadn't been given an infusion when she was dying, Rong Jian would have been kept in the dark for the rest of her life.

Thinking about it now, maybe if you never know, you will be happier, right?

It didn't take long before Shen Luotian stepped in again, breaking their ordinary life.

What happened later, thinking about it now, was really a trick of good fortune.

Shen Luotian gained unimaginable wealth, but at the same time lost the woman she loved the most and the unborn son; the mother finally met a man she could rely on, and she was about to get rid of poverty, but she had no luck after all; Jian finally learned the truth that her mother was her adoptive mother, but she was separated forever before they were reunited for a moment.

The encounters in life are so wonderful and cruel, you never know what will happen in the next second.

Maybe despair, maybe hope.

After his mother left, Rong Jian has survived all these years of hard work. He has lost everything that can be lost, and there is no difficulty that can defeat him.

Rong Jian has not much left, the most important of which is Lin Yanxiu.

Fate is really weird.

The person who was obviously the least likely to fall in love with, he fell in love with, and the most unlikely thing happened, happened.

Ten years later, Rong Jian is not the same as Rong Chen, and Lin Yanxiu is not Lin Moxi.

If Lin Yanxiu hadn't been so thoughtful and affectionate during the period when he lost his memory, Rong Jian would never have fallen in love with him, and even didn't even bother to look at him more.

But now, Rong Jian is willing to believe him once, and believes that there is still so-called love in this world - even between two men.

Now, looking at the photo of his dead mother, Rong Jian sighed with complex emotions, is this God's compensation for him, or another torture in disguise?

Thinking of this, Rong Jian narrowed his eyes slightly.

Half a year later, when he goes to the United States to compete, he might face Lin Moxi head-on. By then, Lin Yanxiu must be very distressed.

"It's you." A low, middle-thick male voice woke him up from his contemplation.

Rong Jian looked over, his pupils shrank suddenly.

A middle-aged man not far away came slowly with an umbrella, standing straight and calm, but his face was not as solemn as before. In the deserted cemetery, he seemed extremely desolate and vicissitudes.

"Shen Luotian." Rong Jian stood up slowly, frowning, "What are you doing here?"

Shen Luotian's eyes moved from him to the black and white photo on the tombstone, and said coldly: "I came to see my wife and son, and I still need to inform you? You, a rebellious son, still have the face to come here?!"

Looking at the shabby tomb, he frowned and said, "How could Ruoyin be buried in such a place?"

"Oh," Rong Jian snorted lightly, "People have been gone for so many years, is this kind of thing meaningful? Where were you when your mother was in danger? You can only use a few stinky money to get rid of your guilt? "

"" Shen Luotian's temples twitched, and he didn't answer, his face became even uglier.

After a while, he finally said, "What can you do for her? Besides burdening your mother, you also killed her!"

Rong Jian glanced at him indifferently, and said, "Of course I will use my method to comfort my mother's spirit in heaven."

"Hmph, to put it lightly." Shen Luotian didn't want to get angry at him in front of his lover's grave, so he restrained his anger a little and stared at him, "Rong Jian, I didn't want to kill you, you just bow your head to me and admit your mistakes, and be your own." You bastard, maybe for your mother's sake, I won't embarrass you anymore, otherwise, I can still completely ban you in the game world."

"Shen Luotian, this is not the United States, and you are not God." Rong Jian didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, "I said that the person I'm sorry for is not you, and I won't bow down to you to admit my mistake. If you think you control my future, then Big mistake”

He lightly pushed his silver-rimmed glasses, and said slowly, "One day, I will make my parents in heaven proud of me."

"" Shen Luotian's condensed face finally revealed a slightly surprised expression. He stared at Rong Jian for a long while, as if guessing where his confidence came from. There was disdain, shock, and doubt in his eyes, and he remembered that he was Ruoyin's after all. Parents and children, their eyes reveal infinitely complex emotions.

"Then let me wait and see." He said coldly, turned and left without saying anything more.

Seeing his figure disappear into the distance, Rong Jian lowered his eyes to the tombstone and said, "I'm leaving, I'll see you next time."

He breathed a sigh of relief, there are still a lot of things waiting for him to complete.

"Get up, bastard Rongjian! Get up, bastard Rongjian—" The sudden and loud ringtone of the mobile phone spread far away, Rong Jian was startled, and reluctantly pulled out and pressed the answer button.

"Hey."

Lin Yanxiu's pretendingly indifferent voice came from the phone: "I've booked a flight ticket for the evening, from Shanghai to Los Angeles, where are you?"

The corner of Rong Jian's mouth couldn't help but twitched into a smile: "Fly with me?"

"Don't be so wordy!" Lin Yanxiu was very upset to be teased, "Tell me where you are, I'll go pick you up."

"A suburban cemetery."

Lin Yanxiu let out a "huh" in surprise, and immediately said, "I'll be there."

It just so happened that the rain had stopped at this moment, Rong Jian put away his umbrella and used it as a walking stick, and stuck it on the ground, walked to the foot of the mountain and stood by the side of the road.

Not a moment later, Lin Yanxiu's black Porsche was quickly approaching.

Milk stood on the window of the back seat and meowed at him. When he saw him get in the car, he immediately pounced on him with one paw. After not seeing him for a long time, he rubbed his owner's arms back and forth longingly.

"All the luggage is packed and put in the trunk. Let's go directly to the airport. Junjie said to meet there."

Lin Yanxiu glanced at Rong Jian in the rear-view mirror, seeing that it was normal for him to return from a visit to the cemetery, he felt a little relieved.

"When will you leave Shanghai?" Rong Jian asked while teasing the milk.

Lin Yanxiu said reluctantly, "I can only stay for about half an hour."

"so tight"

Seeing Rong Jian frowning, he chuckled: "If you don't want me to, just tell me."

Before the end sound fell, the guy frowned and continued: "Don't you have to pay for dinner yourself?"

"Braking—" Porsche made a dangerous zigzag in an instant, and Rong Jian staggered back and forth with the milk in his arms, and told him solemnly, "Drive seriously!"

"Forget it if you hit you to death!"

……

Finally arrived at the destination without any risk, Milk squeezed a cold sweat for them, if it could.

Lin Yanxiu managed to get a seat next to Rongjian, and in such a short period of time, it took a lot of effort just to spend more time with him.

Junjie tactfully moved to the back row, saving himself a light bulb.

From his eyes, it is obvious that the relationship between the two is extraordinary. After so many years in the industry, he knows how difficult it is to break a straight man.

It's really not easy to cultivate such perseverance at Lin Yan!

He was bored sitting in the back playing with the PSP, and before boarding the plane, he sent a text message to Lu Tinggan. If Lu Tinggan traveled thousands of miles back to China, but found that he had flown to Shanghai again, he didn't know how angry he would be.

When the milk was delivered to the pet transfer channel, Rong Jian had nothing to do with it, so he could only grab Lin Yanxiu's hand and play with it.

"Rong Jian" Lin Yanxiu glanced at him helplessly. Speaking of which, since this guy regained his memory, he felt that some things had changed, and sometimes he felt that he hadn't changed at all, and he was still the same.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, there will always be only one Rong Jian, and he is him.

"I have something for you." After hesitating for a long time, Lin Yanxiu took a deep breath and took out a small black velvet box from his pocket.

Rong Jian's heart skipped a beat, what would be in the box—is there any need to guess?

"you"

He took it and opened it, and there were indeed two platinum rings inside, engraved with simple patterns, and the silver light was very textured.

Lin Yanxiu looked away unnaturally, hummed and said, "Don't you like to pretend to be a dog, I'll trap you."

The two of them have about the same finger size, so they can mix and match them at will. Rong Jian picked up one to try it out, and said with a soft smile, "You, are you making a marriage proposal?"

"Please sister!" Even after saying that, his hand was still firmly poking into Rong Jian's palm.

Rong Jian looked at his flushed side face, picked up the remaining one, and slowly put it on his ring finger, suddenly frowned: "Why is it so small?"

"Why? I've been picking this one for a long time—"

Lin Yanxiu didn't say a word, but when he saw Rong Jian's expression on the verge of smiling, he immediately understood that he was being tricked.

"I'll put it on for you when I go to America." Rong Jian solemnly put it into Lin Yanxiu's palm.

Lin Yanxiu's anger calmed down, and he snorted, "Don't sell it."

"How? If there is a diamond, maybe you can consider—"

"Rongjian! You still think it's a fart!"