King's return

The sky had already completely darkened, and the entire sky seemed to be covered with a big curtain, and the moonlight was also blocked.

In the quiet study room, Lin Moxi and Rong Jian looked at each other across a desk.

"That's all you want to say?" Rong Jian finally woke up from his trance. He looked down at his right hand, which convulsed slightly due to the violent impact, and the pain spread instantly, distorting his cold face.

Lin Moxi sighed a long time, took a sip of the cold tea, and said lightly, "Do you have anything else to ask?"

"No." Rong Jian squeezed his fist and said, "I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the door. The moment he opened the door, he turned his head slightly and said the last sentence, his tone was flat but loud: "You said just now that we will regret today's recklessness. Let me ask you, Have you ever regretted letting go of my father's hand?"

The man behind the desk trembled all over, his lips trembling imperceptibly.

"Whether it's me or Lin Yanxiu, I don't know if we will regret it in the future. I only know that if we let go of each other now, we will definitely regret it!"

Rong Jian left behind these words, closed the door casually, and left without looking back.

Lin Moxi hesitated to speak for several times, but finally said nothing.

The study suddenly returned to silence, only the sound of his footsteps echoed in the long and narrow corridor, gradually drifting away.

With a "click", the cane fell to the wooden floor with a thunderous sound. The old man sitting quietly on the leather chair seemed not to hear it, and still maintained his original posture, motionless.

He stared at a certain corner of the study for a long time, but his pupils had no focus, as if staring at something in the void.

The rest is a heavy sigh.

"regret…"

The food on the table was cold without touching a few chopsticks.

Lin Yanxiu sat there with his cheeks propped up, fiddling with the dishes with the chopsticks in his hand. Ever since Rong Jian followed the old man into the study, he has been wandering away.

Lin Zhe asked side-by-side for a long time, only got a few noncommittal hums, so he had no choice but to shut his mouth.

The waiting time was extremely long, more than an hour passed before Rong Jian came out.

"Rong Jian..." Lin Yanxiu was stunned when he saw the other party's pale face, then stood up abruptly and walked towards him, "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine." Rong Jian frowned slightly, then let go, glanced at the other party, as if he didn't want to stay here any longer, and hurriedly said, "I'll go back first, let's talk about it another day."

"What nonsense did the stinky old man tell you?" Lin Yanxiu's heart tightened, and he firmly grabbed his arm, stopping him in place.

"What's wrong with your hand?" He frowned, did he fight the old man?

"It's nothing, I hope he's talking nonsense..." Rong Jian smiled wryly, the man's tense expression softened his heart a little, Rong Jian patted his hand comfortingly, and said, "Leave me alone for a while." .”

With that said, he broke free and walked out the door silently.

Lin Yanxiu watched the other party's still upright back leaving without a word, frowned, and rushed into the door of the study angrily.

"Ah Yan!" Lin Zhe couldn't persuade himself, sighed secretly, and had to do his own work.

The old man behind the desk was on the phone, when he suddenly heard a "bang" kick on the door, followed by his precious son's angry roar in a bad tone: "Stinky old man!"

Lin Moxi regained consciousness a little, put the receiver aside, glanced at him, slowly picked up the handcuff, frowned and said, "What are you talking about?"

"Have you bullied Rong Jian?" Lin Yanxiu just said that.

The old man of the Lin family didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I bullied him?" He was silent for a while, shook his head, and said hesitantly, "It's just because he was implicated in the grievances with his father..."

"I don't want to know about your crap." Lin Yanxiu interrupted him expressionlessly, "No matter what happened in the past, my decision will not change, and I refuse to let others make decisions for me, whether it's you or Rong Jian."

Lin Moxi looked at him in surprise, and then his face darkened: "Young people can be impulsive for a while, but not for a lifetime!"

It was rare for the father and son to look at each other with the same seriousness. Lin Yanxiu leaned on the door frame with his arms folded, his face was calm, he neither roared nor joked, but said calmly: "I'm 27, I'm not a young man anymore ,Father."

How many years have you not heard this title?

Lin Moxi looked at him in a daze.

"I went back to China alone to create OP, just to tell you and my family that I am an independent man, I can support myself independently without relying on my family, and my life is very good."

"I have the right to pursue everything I want, and I have the right to control my own life."

Lin Yanxiu lowered his hands, looked directly into his father's vicissitudes of life, and said slowly, "Although I don't know what will happen in the future, I know exactly what I want."

"I... like such a person. He has a bad personality, a bad mouth, loves to be lazy, loves to be lazy on the bed, sullen and indifferent, poor and tasteless... he is not good at all, what a bastard!"

He cursed and cursed and suddenly laughed: "He hates everything, but I just like him."

"I'm probably sick..." Lin Yanxiu glanced at his mouth, and his tone was self-deprecating and disdainful: "There is no cure."

"Whether you think I'm impulsive or hot-headed, I don't care what others think, even if the whole world opposes it, so what? It's none of their business!"

"You are my father, and I respect you, so I explain to you."

"I will be responsible for my words and deeds. The decision I make now, no matter whether I betray or be happy in the future, I am ready to bear that kind of ending. This is my own path, and no one can walk for me. "

Lin Yanxiu's face turned slightly red, but since Rong Jian wasn't there, he could confess without any scruples.

He took a deep breath and said the last sentence decisively: "I don't know what will happen in the future, but if I give up on him easily now, I will definitely regret it!"

The lingering sound of these words was still echoing in the quiet study room, Lin Moxi stared blankly at her son, the shock and throbbing in her heart was turbulent, it was beyond words.

Ah Yan actually said the same thing as Rong Jian...

Lin Moxi pressed her eyes that were getting hotter, and remained silent.

Is it really that hard to be together?

It's nothing more than being unable to withstand setbacks, suffering, exhausting courage, and forgetting the oath.

If I had half the courage and determination of Ah Yan when I was his age, would the result be different?

"Hehe..." Lin Moxi stood up slowly, and put half of her weight on the cane to support her, "Ah Yan, you have to remember today's words, if you want to be together, show me the old man!"

"Don't give me a chance to laugh at you!"

Lin Yanxiu was stunned for a while before he realized it, and snorted softly: "No way, old man!"

The night has grown dark.

The neon lights on the streets of Los Angeles stretch into the distance with long-term light bands.

Rong Jian was walking on the sidewalk leading to the athletes' village, surrounded by Americans passing by in twos and threes, and occasionally cast a curious look at him, an oriental man.

The streets are bustling and lively, strange country, strange language, strange people.

And he is a real outsider, only the shadow keeps him company, completely out of place with the surroundings.

Rong Jian stopped under the streetlight at the intersection and lit a cigarette.

He has rarely smoked in the past few years, and the taste of nicotine can relax his tense nerves a little.

The night wind blew on his face, and he rubbed his face to remove the fine lines.

He had imagined countless possibilities, but he never imagined that it would be like this.

The dying father lying on the hospital bed must be regretting... Rong Jian thought, but what is he regretting?Do you want to be depraved, or abandon your wife and children, or... regret falling in love with Lin Moxi?

It's a pity that this question has been taken into the grave by my father forever, and I will never know it again.

Father regretted it when he was dying, so what about him and Lin Yanxiu?

Rong Jian took a deep drag on his cigarette, it would be ridiculous to speculate on the future based on the present.

"Bastard Rongjian, get up, bastard Rongjian, get up, bastard——" The eerie ringtone shook violently in his trouser pocket, and Rong Jian took it out and saw an unfamiliar number.

He hesitated for a moment, then pressed the answer button.

"Hey."

After waiting for a while, there was only a slight sound of electricity at the other end.

"Who is it?" Rong Jian frowned, thinking that it might be some harassing call.

He was about to hang up, when Lin Moxi's condensed voice suddenly came from the phone: "Young people can be impulsive for a while, but not for a lifetime!"

Rong Jian raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled and a little annoyed, just about to speak, and then Lin Yanxiu's voice came from the other side: "I'm 27, I'm not a young man anymore, father."

what happened?

After listening carefully for a while, Rong Jian suddenly realized that it was a voice recording sent by the other party.

The recording was still going on, and he heard Lin Yanxiu's increasingly calm and firm words coming in clearly.

"...he has a bad personality, has a bad mouth, loves to be lazy, loves..."

"...he hates everything, but I just like him..."

"I'm probably sick... hopelessly..."

Rong Jian slowly widened his eyes in surprise, this was the first time he heard Lin Yanxiu's serious confession, even though it was indirect...

"So what if the whole world opposes it?"

"If I give up on him easily now, I will definitely regret it!"

Hearing this, it seemed that there was something else to say later, Rong Jian couldn't listen anymore, and his hand holding the phone gradually trembled slightly.

Then it spread to his shoulders, he lowered his eyes, suddenly burst out laughing, and then laughed out loud, his whole body trembled with joy, he couldn't help it.

Having grown up so big, Rong Jian, who has always been indifferent and indifferent, seems to have never smiled so heartily.

The foreigners around looked at him in surprise and pointed, not knowing what happened to him suddenly.

"This idiot..."

After the recording ended, another text message was received on the mobile phone. The white text on the black screen was particularly eye-catching at night: "Oh, the old man is getting old, let you young people do the tricks!" Signed by Lin Moxi.

Rong Jian slowly suppressed his smile, and silently put the phone into his purse.

Because he saw a tall young man running towards this direction in a hurry across the intersection.

The man was sweating profusely from running, and he took off his suit jacket and put it on his arm.

The night was deep and windy.

As vehicles passed by on the road, the man was forced to stop and stared anxiously at the opposite side.

After finally waiting for the green light, Rong Jian watched as the man trotted over with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Lin Yanxiu felt that he was so impatient for a short distance.

Fortunately, Rong Jian didn't leave, he had been parked under the dim streetlight, quietly waiting for him to come to his side.

Maybe it was because he was running too eagerly, but Lin Yanxiu didn't pay attention to the steps on the sidewalk, and when he was two steps away from that person, he tripped over him. He lost his balance, almost in a posture of "fluttering", and was grabbed by Rong Jian. into my arms.

"Damn!" Lin Yanxiu suddenly felt very embarrassed, and tried to push him away.

How can Rongjian's strength be resisted by him?

"Hey, don't let go! Do you want to be surrounded by people?" Lin Yanxiu muttered in embarrassment when a passerby occasionally cast ambiguous glances at him.

Rong Jian lowered his head and pressed it against his chest, hearing his speeding up, steady and powerful beating.

"Lin Yanxiu, you also hate everything, you are irritable and arrogant, and you often say what you mean."

"What?!" Lin Yanxiu was stiff, with veins appearing on his forehead.

But I heard the man continue: "Your only advantage is - it only belongs to me!"

Rong Jian paused for a moment, his dark eyes gradually glowing reddish, he hugged Lin Yanxiu who was completely dumbfounded, his shoulders trembled imperceptibly.

The two hugged each other tightly like no one else, under the starry sky in a foreign country, under the pointing eyes of strangers.