Mr. Yan, break up

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of his eyes, like a thick fog that could not be dispelled no matter how hard he walked, he couldn't get away no matter how he walked.Song Chuan only knew that he couldn't see clearly. He walked forward in this whiteness relying on his intuition. He didn't know how long he had walked. A door suddenly appeared in front of him. He didn't even think about it. Push the door open and walk in.

This is a baby room. The room is not big. There are small toys scattered on the floor, and child seats and diapers are piled up in the corners.The sunlight was exceptionally good, filling half of the room through the glass, making it feel warm.There was a small crib in front of the window, and a young woman was sitting by the bed, teasing the child inside.

At that time, the woman was only in her early twenties, and she was the most beautiful, with all her black hair gathered behind her ears, revealing a face that was five or six points similar to Song Chuan.The temperament is gentle, and the eyebrows and eyes are curved when he smiles, which is heart-warming.

Song Chuan was stunned for a long time, his throat seemed to be blocked with a layer of cotton, and it took a long time before he uttered tremblingly: "Mom..."

But the woman couldn't hear his voice at all, let alone see him, she just smiled at the child in the crib, "Today is our Xiao Chuan's first birthday, are you happy?"

The child in the crib didn't know what birthday meant, so he just giggled and giggled.

The woman squeezed the child's little face: "Mom has nothing to give you, I just hope you can be happy, meet someone who really loves you in the future, and live happily for the rest of your life."

"Of course, the most important thing is..." The woman's smile narrowed, and her voice was half a degree lower, but still gentle, "Mom doesn't want you to follow my old path."

"Mom...Mom!" Song Chuan wanted so much to step forward, touch his mother's hand, and cry wantonly in his mother's arms, expressing all the grievances and pains he had suffered for so many years.Just like when I was a child, I was bullied outside and ran home, complained and cried in my mother's arms, and then cried until I fell asleep, and the next day was a lively Song Chuan again.

But it will never be possible.

Song Chuan tried his best, but his feet couldn't take a step forward. Instead, he felt like a huge suction behind him, and he was thrown out of the door forcibly.

Song Chuan waved helplessly, his body fell down uncontrollably, and he could only watch the two figures, one big and one small, getting further and further away.

The scene changed, and this time he appeared in a quaint room.

The decoration of this room is in the style of Chinese architecture. The room is very large, half of the bookshelves are standing there, and even the air can faintly smell the fragrance of paper.

Song Chuan turned around and saw an old man who was over fifty years old but still dignified sitting in front of the desk.

Standing in front of him was a young man dressed very delicately, with his back slightly arched and bangs covering half of his face. It was 19-year-old Song Chuan.

Song Teng looked at the boy in front of him for a long time, and finally said with difficulty: "Xiao Chuan, are you really determined to leave the Song family?"

19-year-old Song Chuan hesitated for a long time, then nodded: "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

Song Teng closed his eyes deeply, as if the years had added a few deep notches at the end of his eyes at that moment, making him look ten years older all of a sudden. The 19-year-old Song Chuan didn't dare to look up. He didn't see that Song Teng, who was always tough and steady, now had pain and confusion in his eyes.

"Look up, look at grandpa!" Song Chuan cried desperately to his 19-year-old self, how regretful he is now, regretting that he didn't look up at the beginning, regretting that he chose to go to Yan Jingting's heart Hurt people who really care about themselves.

Grandpa raised his hand. He wanted to touch the boy's face, but he lowered it heavily: "You have nothing to do to me. Since you want to leave, just go."

"I can't control you, just like I couldn't control your mother back then."

19-year-old Song Chuan's shoulders trembled slightly, and he cried.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa." The 19-year-old Song Chuan turned around and walked out slowly.

Song Teng watched his leaving back from behind, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and dripped down the side of his face into the teacup in front of him.

"Don't! Don't! Go back!" Song Chuan desperately wanted to push the 19-year-old back, but he couldn't touch it at all.

The door of the study room was slowly closed. Song Teng picked up the tea in his hand, but before he drank it, he coughed violently.

Song Teng coughed until the sky was dark, and a puddle of blood came out of his palm.

It turned out that at this time, grandpa was already sick...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Grandpa." Song Chuan knelt on the ground and kowtowed again and again, wishing to bleed out his forehead.

He was distraught, but helpless.

He can't change anything.

On the last screen, he saw Yan Jingting.

He also saw himself quietly chasing behind Yan Jingting, from Yan's house to the company.

He saw that Yan Jingting agreed to be with him, and he was overjoyed.

He saw that he was Yan Jingting's lover in a humble way, but he was willing.

He saw the last...

Yan Jingting stood in front of him and said to him: "I never loved you, I just want to leap."

Yan Jingting's face became broken in front of him, and Song Chuan's heart sank little by little until he fell into the bottomless abyss.A few rhythmic beeps came from his ears, Song Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, and it was blindingly white again.

The smell of disinfectant was lingering on the tip of the nose, and there were occasional footsteps outside the door, and a person's slight breathing—it was Lin Yue lying on the bedside, falling asleep.

He struggled to get up from the bed, and accidentally alarmed Lin Yue who was beside the bed.Seeing that he woke up, Lin Yue's sleepy face suddenly became clear, and hurriedly came up to him: "What's the matter, are you still uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Song Chuan waved his hand. Although he felt uncomfortable all over, he insisted on sitting up from the bed, "Why did I come here?"

Lin Yue helped him up, put a pillow behind his waist, adjusted a comfortable sitting position, and then said: "Drinking too much, hemorrhagic gastritis."

Almost died.

This sentence was held back by him.

"Oh," Song Chuan just replied lightly, as if he had just heard a question about what to eat tonight, "Where is Mr. Li?"

"President Li gave you a good role, a supporting role in a big production, and the role is not too small."

"Fortunately, it's not a big loss." Song Chuan curled his lips and comforted himself.

Lin Yue wanted to say something, but he held back: He originally thought that Song Chuan would question himself why he didn't come to the rescue last night, and even prepared the words, who knew that Song Chuan didn't even mention it, which made him Some remorse.

At this time, the door was just pushed open, and a young nurse came in, and asked about his physical condition. Seeing that Song Chuan was out of danger, he couldn't help but said, "I really don't understand you men, drinking and drinking, don't you care about your health?" ?”

Song Chuan was not angry, but smiled kindly.

Even if his face is sick, his pale complexion has a kind of soft willow and wind, which makes people feel affectionate. This smile made the little nurse blush. be careful."

Walked out with half of his face burned through.

As soon as the little nurse left, the two of them suddenly fell into an indescribable silence. Lin Yue was already a little uneasy, and was magnified by this embarrassing situation. He scratched his head for a long time, and finally found a chance: "You Are you hungry, I'll go out and buy you something to eat."

Song Chuan originally wanted to say that he was not hungry, but then he thought again, Lin Yue stayed here all night and guessed that he didn't eat anything, maybe he was hungry too.

Song Chuan nodded, and Lin Yue left the door very quickly, as fast as a firecracker was installed on his buttocks.

Song Chuan stayed on the hospital bed alone, and after waiting for a long time, he did not see Lin Yuelai, so he got out of bed and wanted to go to the toilet.

He came out of the toilet, and Song Chuan walked slowly back to the ward with the help of the wall, just passing by the guidance desk on this floor, and the back of a man in a suit caught his attention.

Most of the people in the hospital are dressed in simple clothes. It is rare for someone to appear in such a formal dress. Moreover, this person is tall, slender and well-proportioned, with broad shoulders and long legs. He can be called a male model. You can guess the front face just by looking at the back Not much to go.

And the more Song Chuan looked at this back, the more familiar he felt, until a woman came out of the ward behind the man and took his arm very naturally.

As soon as this girl appeared, she immediately attracted the attention of a large number of people. Many people gasped and took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

The man also turned his head back, and when he saw his face clearly, Song Chuan froze in place.

His face was handsome and perfect, but with a lingering indifference.

Who is this man if not Yan Jingting?

When Yan Jingting turned his head, he happened to see Song Chuan.

Song Chuan was wearing a hospital gown, with a weak and pale face. In surprise, he forgot to turn his head and walked away, but looked straight at Yan Jingting.

Two people face each other from a distance.

Song Chuan's eyes hovered over Yan Jingting's face for a moment, and landed on the crossed arms of Yan Jingting and the woman.

The woman is only in her early twenties. She is tall and has an outstanding temperament. Even with light makeup, she is amazingly glamorous. She has stiletto heels and is dressed in a simple and fragrant style. The bag with the brand logo is worth more than half a year's living expenses of an ordinary family.

And this woman looks very familiar, she seems to be a well-known entertainer.

But Song Chuan didn't have time to think about the identity of this woman at all, his gaze was firmly fixed between the elbows of the two who were in close contact, which made Song Chuan understand the relationship between the two.

There was a sudden pain in his heart, and he couldn't breathe due to the pain.

Song Chuan's hand supporting his body pressed hard against the wall, wishing he could buckle a piece of wall covering from it.

He wanted to turn around stiffly, he didn't want to see, he didn't want to see anything.

But Yan Jingting didn't give him this chance at all. Seeing Song Chuan's loss of soul for a moment made him extremely excited. Instead, he stepped forward and said, "What a coincidence."

Song Chuan raised his head and raised the corners of his lips stiffly: "What a coincidence."

The woman looked at the two of them, smiled at Song Chuan, and held Yan Jingting's arm even tighter: "Hello, I'm Qi Qianchen, Ah Ting's...girlfriend."