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After eating and drinking tea, Yan Minghe wiped his mouth and stood up: "Thank you for the hospitality, then we will go back."

Yan Minglang raised his eyebrows and looked at me with warning eyes: "Us?"

Why are you staring at me? If you want to stare at Yan Minghe, I didn't say that.

But I don't deny that this "we" sounds very popular to me now.

Although Yan Minghe is not easy to deal with, but now it is my only life-saving straw, if I don't grab it quickly, am I going to be imprisoned by Yan Minglang here until the next life?

I tugged at Vito, and stood up, "Then Mr. Yan, please drop by and take us home."

Vito was a little reluctant to leave, he looked up at me, then at Yan Minglang, but he was obedient after all, he didn't say anything, he picked up Alex and followed me obediently.

Yan Minglang looked at us expressionlessly.

As soon as I put on my shoes, he had already walked over, holding a kennel and a package of things in his hand, and raised his chin at me: "I'll take you down."

Hearing what he said, I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Four people stood in the elevator, none of them spoke.

Yan Minglang fetched me the things I put in his car last night, and returned the phone to me, then ignored me and told Vito that he brought some books and Alex's dog food and milk powder to him, and Invite him to come play again next time.

Vito leaned against the car window, nodding obediently.

He stared blankly at Vito's face, wondering what he was thinking, and raised his hand to touch the bridge of his small nose.

With a jump in my heart, I stretched out my arms to hug Vito, hugged him on my knees, avoided Yan Minglang's gaze, raised my head and said to him, "Thank you for your hospitality, goodbye." The words are really polite.

Yan Minglang glanced at me, nodded, put his hands in his pockets, and watched us leave.

The car has already left the community, but my heart is still beating wildly.

When did he start looking at Vito with that look?Always ignoring him and avoiding his gaze, I didn't pay attention at all.I turned my head to look at the side profile of Vito who I put aside and was teasing Alex. It was still a round outline of a child, with big eyes, a small nose and a small mouth, not the slightest resemblance to Yan Minglang.

Clearly, it is different.

However, he looks nothing like me, even when I was a child.

But I don't know what Yan Minglang looked like when he was a child.

My body was a little cold, I raised my head, and met Yan Minghe's thoughtful gaze in the rearview mirror.

I coughed lightly and stretched my tight throat: "Mr. Yan, I have a question to ask you."

He glanced at me quickly, and turned his eyes to the front: "What?"

"Do you have any photos of Yan Minglang when he was a child?"

In front of Vito, I couldn't ask too clearly, but Yan Minghe knew what I was thinking.He thought for a while and said, "To be honest, I don't remember what we looked like when we were young. The photos are all in the old house. I'll go back and get them to you when I have time."

I said "thank you", and then remembered the conflicts he had with his family for many years: "Is that... convenient?"

He curled his lips slightly and shrugged his shoulders: "It's just going back to get things, there's no need to meet them." After speaking, he smiled evilly, "I'll pick you the moon in the sky if you want it."

I couldn't laugh or cry.

Turning to look out of the car window, I realized something was wrong.

"Mr. Yan," I frowned, "You seem to be going the wrong way."

"Don't worry, I don't intend to imitate Yan Minglang."

So this is?

"The weather is so good today, wouldn't it be a waste to go home like this? I prepared a program for you, but I didn't expect Yan Minglang to intervene, wasting a good morning for nothing."

After he said this, I realized that today is really different from the past.It's already summer, and the weather is gradually getting hotter. However, it may be due to the wind today, but it doesn't feel hot.

Looking at the direction Yanming River is driving, it seems to be going to the countryside. Young men and women riding bicycles are often seen on the side of the road. It coincides with the weekend, so the weather is naturally suitable for outings.

In my impression, the game of the rich is nothing more than a game of wine, ball and cards, and occasionally pretending to listen to an opera and watch a piano performance. Anyway, my father and his friends played like this back then.

However, ever since I got to know Yan Minglang, I found that probably because of their age, these young and promising young talents are much more low-key. Compared with ordinary people, the quality of life is just higher than that of ordinary people.

Well, seriously, it's not higher, but much higher.

For example, Yan Minghe would also come for outings, but ordinary people's outings are nothing more than outings, picnics, swimming and playing in the sand.But Yan Minghe's outing was beyond ordinary people's imagination.

This is Vito's first visit to the beach.

Although my previous residence in Melbourne was only about an hour’s drive from the seaside, during the six years in Melbourne, I was still working hard for a stable job in the first three years, but I was busy coding and making money every day in the last three years. It’s not like now so easy.So I don't have time to take Vito around at all. The furthest place he has been is the park organized by Childcare.

Seeing the beach and sea that he had only seen on TV before, Vito's eyes lit up with excitement, his cheeks flushed and his breath was short of breath, but he still obediently hugged Alex and followed me.

I signaled him to play, but was stopped by Yan Minghe.

"Wait," he pointed to a three-story cruise ship moored on the pier not far away, "Vito, how about we go and play there?"

Vito looked at the huge cruise ship in disbelief, and nodded heavily after a moment.

I know Vito, sometimes too excited, but calm and reserved.

Before the family went bankrupt, my father bought a cruise ship. I remember when I was a child, I went out to sea with my father, mother, and grandfather. My father accompanied my grandfather to fish, and my mother and I basked in the sun on the deck, looking for dolphins.Sometimes the weather is good, and I don’t feel tired of playing at sea for a few days.

It's a pity that I have never seen a dolphin, which may be a sign of my bad luck.

This kind of private cruise ship is originally for people's recreation and entertainment, and there are all kinds of daily necessities and entertainment facilities in it. It was the first time for Vito to see such a luxury cruise ship, and he was so surprised from ear to ear.After turning around in the cabin, we came to the deck.

The ship has set sail, and the sea wind is getting stronger the farther it is from the shore.Yan Minghe didn't know when he had two coats, one big and one small, and handed them to me casually.

I was amazed by his thoughtfulness. Based on my perception of his image, he is definitely not someone who would consider so much for others.

I may be really wrong.It is not advisable to be reckless and arbitrary to define a person based on first impressions.

Although Vito is excited, he wakes up too early in the morning. In summer, he always takes a nap for more than an hour after meals. At this time, his upper and lower eyelids are fighting, obviously struggling.

I took him into the cabin and put him on the bed in the bedroom. He grabbed my sleeve and asked me, "Daddy, will I still be at sea when I wake up?"

"Of course," I kissed his forehead, "this is just the beginning, when we wake up, we can go fishing."

Only then did he feel relieved, and fell asleep the moment he let go of his hand.

Helping him cover the quilt, I bent down to hug Alex, but he jumped out of my arms, nestled at the end of the bed, wagging his fluffy tail and looked at me.

I knew it wanted to be with Vito, so I raised my hand and stroked its head, closing the door for them.

As soon as he went out, he saw Yan Minghe sitting at the bar next to him, shaking the wine shaker in his hand.

He took an upside-down triangular goblet from the shelf at hand, poured the light blue liquid from the shaker into the glass, threw a stemmed cherry into the glass, and pushed the glass out: " Try it."

I still don't drink much now, and the capacity for alcohol is poor.After hesitating for a moment, he said, "It's specially made for you. It doesn't have a prescription. You won't get drunk after drinking a hundred cups."

He sure knows a lot about me.

I went to the bar and sat down, took a sip from my glass.There is indeed no taste of alcohol, slightly sweet and refreshing.

"I went to the bookstore in the morning to look for you, but found that you didn't come, and no one answered the phone. I asked Zhou Zhou and said that you left with Yan Minglang last night. I knew what was going on right away."

We chat casually like friends who have known each other for a long time. At this moment, we feel calm and comfortable.

My butt still hurt a little, so I moved to the side and only sat on half of the stool.

Yan Minghe mixed a glass of wine for himself and toasted me.

I picked up the wine glass and clinked glasses with him, and we took a sip of wine together.

He put down his glass and leaned against the bar, arms folded.

The bar is not big, and he leaned on it, so he was very close to me.I leaned back slightly, turning my face away.

With a chuckle, he backed away, leaned against the wine cabinet behind him, and asked me, "Do I still have a chance?"

I hesitated for a moment and turned around.

"Mr. Yan..."

"Don't always be Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan." He scratched his hair anxiously, "Call me Minghe."

"Mr. Minghe."

"..." He gave a "tsk", "Chen Lun is right, you are just being polite."

That's not true, after all, I'm not familiar enough to call them by their names.

He lifted his chin, motioning for me to continue.

I smiled, with a guilty conscience: "Mr. Minghe, it's better not to joke about this kind of thing. Since you know so much about me, you should also understand that I don't intend to like anyone anymore. It's not that I don't give You have a chance, but I don't even give myself a chance, so how can I take care of other people's thoughts?"

"What about Yan Minglang?"

At that moment, I think I hesitated.

The "sure enough" expression on his face was so obvious that I could barely lift my head.

How can the resentment born of love be as calm as I said and thought.Even though I can no longer accept him or anyone else, Yan Minglang is different to me after all.

Just like what he said, what he can't let go of is not Lu Chen, but the purest feelings he gave when he was young.The same is probably true of Yan Minglang to me.

Perhaps slightly different.

Maybe, after all, I can't be as free and easy as him.

But I really can't find a reason for me to go back and accept him.

If I forgive him just because he found out that he loves me, how can I answer to the person I was six years ago?

I am 19 years old, and I have just left my youth. Although it is not a blank slate, love is so pure and sacred to people of this age. He dragged me into the water who knew nothing about sex and love, but told me I can't love him, but let me know that I am nothing in his eyes.

When I dream back at midnight, I often have cold tears on my face.

In the dream, I was alone, looking at him who was having a lively family reunion.

In the dream, it was he who said to me: It is impossible for Lu Chen to copy anyone.

In the dream, it was he who tore our marriage certificate to pieces.

No amount of love can make up for the pain in my heart.And the more you love, the more it hurts.

If I had known earlier, I would not have come back.

It doesn't matter if I give up the huge sum of money that Xue Qing promised to pay me, and it doesn't matter if I work hard all my life. I cunningly bear the name of a debtor with peace of mind. No one will know anyway, and Yan Minglang didn't put the 6000 million Take it to heart.

Maybe one day in the future, he can suddenly let go of everything, find an ordinary but lovely girl to marry, and give Vito a complete family.

Now Vito likes Yan Minglang more and more day by day, I really don't know what the future will be like.

If he really found out the truth, would he take Vito away from me? What will happen to Vito?How should I explain to him that he was born from the belly of the father he always thought he was?

Don't tell him that I'm not his father at all.

Is it mom?

The kind and considerate Vito will never treat me as a monster who is neither male nor female because of this, but I am afraid of his questioning eyes.

Obviously his other father was right in front of him, but I never told him the truth.

I always thought that as long as the year is over, I will be back in Melbourne.But now, things have developed in a direction beyond my control. Yan Minglang can't control my thoughts, but he controls the future of Vito and me.

A hand held my cold fingers.

I looked up slowly.

"Come here, I can make Yan Minglang unable to do anything."

This man sees through me. He knows everything I've been through for the past 26 years. He understands my every thought. He knows me better than Eric, who I grew up with.

But I can't.

I can't, I really can, can't I choose Chen Jin?The person I owe the most in my life, besides Vito, is him.

The look of anticipation every time we meet each other, when we leave, we feel more sad. That man has been tortured by that unrequited love for long enough.

To nod to him before he finds true love saves me as well as him.

But again, I can't.

No one can be a substitute for anyone, and no one can provoke someone he doesn't love.

I have already experienced the pain of falling in love with someone who doesn't love me, even if I am not as cruel as Yan Minglang, but how can I last a lifetime if I look into a pair of eyes without enthusiasm and warmth every day and night?

"I don't deserve you, Mr. Minghe."

Gently withdrawing my hand, I jumped out of the high chair.

"My love is gone, I can't get it back, and I can't give it to you exactly."

His eyes flashed, and he turned away in embarrassment.I knew that he must have understood what I meant.

When he was big that day, he had a disappointed expression. Looking back at this moment, he must be remembering his first love.He lost it and wanted it back in me, he fell in love with my love.

Maybe he really likes me that much.

No, he is really special to me, I understand.But I am also a person in the abyss, how can I save the other person in the abyss?