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Five days later, in the evening, Yan Minghe came to the bookstore to look for me. Instead of driving the German car, he rode a motorcycle worth eight figures, and he was actually wearing flip-flops on his feet.

He staggered into the store, and there was something wrong with his walking posture, not to mention his slovenly appearance at the moment.

I walked over to help him, and he hugged him tightly into his arms, with such strength that I almost cried out.There was a smell of alcohol, and he was obviously drunk.Drunk driving, is he dying?

"Shaw," his voice was shaking, "I was wrong, I was wrong. I was really wrong."

He said those three words repeatedly, but I didn't understand, so I patted his back to comfort him: "Okay, okay, I understand, let's go inside and talk about it?"

Putting my hand through his armpit to support him, I gave Zhou Zhou a look, and she ran over quickly and helped me drag him into the cubicle in the warehouse.

Asked Zhou Zhou to bring in a cup of hot coffee, but Yan Minghe didn't drink it, and lay on his back in a "big" character, his eyes were slightly red, but fortunately he didn't shed tears, otherwise I really don't know what to do with him.

Let Zhou Zhou go out first, I sat by the bed and looked at him with my head.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, and suddenly said after a long time, "He's dead."

I was startled: "Who? Who died?"

"Zhuang Yu."

Zhuang Yu?I was stunned, who is Zhuang Yu?

I looked at him, and suddenly realized after a while, could it be that he was talking about his first love?he died?

Although it was someone I had never met, once I got involved with the people around me, when I first heard the news of his death, I still got goosebumps all over my body.

Yan Minghe lay there with empty eyes, he was undoubtedly strange like this.A person who has everything in his own hands all his life, if not for the heaviest blow, probably he would never have such an expression in his life.

From his intermittent narration, I slowly sorted out the story between him and Zhuang Yu.

The beginning of the story is corny.

A boy from a rich family fell in love with a boy who was more ordinary than ordinary people.

At that time, Yan Minghe was still the number one heir of the Yan family. He was so used to seeing the ugliness behind Qian Quan since he was a child that he accidentally saw Zhuang Yu who was born as an orphan. After falling in love with him at first sight, he deliberately concealed himself. Associating with him.

As he said, he wants the purest relationship.They have been in love for two years, Zhuang Yu has always been very kind to him, working for several months, his hands are almost worn out, just to buy him a pair of expensive brand-name sneakers on Valentine's Day.Just when Yan Minghe thought that Zhuang Yu was really in love with him, Yan Minghe's parents found out about the two of them.

Given the status of the Yan family's parents, it was naturally impossible to trouble Zhuang Yu in person, so they found a woman and asked her to claim that she was Yan Minghe's fiancée, and asked Zhuang Yu to leave Yan Minghe with 50 yuan.

Zhuang Yu accepted the money and broke up with Yan Minghe.

After all, Yan Minghe is the son of Yan's family. Who in the Yan family is not proud and arrogant, and because they were young and energetic, they were unilaterally broken up, so how could they bear this anger?He drove the sports car that was going to be given to Zhuang Yu to T University, and threw a famous watch into the sewer in front of Zhuang Yu in front of countless people. Seeing Zhuang Yu's pale face, besides the pleasure of revenge, he unexpectedly also Feel the heartache.

He hated Zhuang Yu, hated his parents, not only broke with Zhuang Yu, but went back to Yan's house and had a big fight with his parents.Others thought that Yan Minghe was kicked out of the Yan family, but in reality, it was he who ran away from home by himself.

He went to New York, where he had studied abroad for many years, and started from the bottom. For more than ten years, he worked hard to create his own career.Without love, he was busy with work, and half a world away, he forgot about Zhuang Yu and that first love that was unbearable to him.

However, he didn't know that Zhuang Yu died of cancer two years after he left.

He thought he loved him very much, but he never knew that during the time he was dating, Zhuang Yu knew that he had lung cancer.He didn't even know that that person was coughing up blood and vomiting blood every day, he couldn't see him getting thinner, he didn't know anything.

No one wants to die.Zhuang Yu had a chance to live, how could he not seize it?

If he hadn't rushed to humiliate him so impulsively, if he had just broken up with him so peacefully, maybe Zhuang Yu wouldn't have to die.Or, if he hadn't concealed his identity at the beginning and let Zhuang Yu know that he was not without money, Zhuang Yu wouldn't have kept concealing his illness in order not to drag him down.

But it's all just "if".

After taking the life-saving money, I saw him driving a sports car and holding a famous watch, telling him that he did not deserve to be loved by him, and that he would always be the trash at the bottom of society.

In a sense, he personally ruined Zhuang Yu's life.

Zhuang Yu knew that he would resent him, but he didn't know that he would humiliate him like this.He finally donated the money to the orphanage, and the school found out about his relationship with Yan Minghe, and he was ordered to drop out of school because of "corruption".

Zhuang Yu was an abandoned orphan with no one to rely on. Two years later, he died alone in an unknown corner.

From his birth to his death, he was lonely and sad.

No one rejoices for him when he comes, and no one mourns for him when he goes away.

His person is like his name, a feather, insignificant, coming and going quietly.

……

Yan Minghe murmured, maybe he couldn't cry because he was in so much pain, his eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, but he didn't shed a single tear.

I sighed lightly.

Maybe I'm wrong too.

If I hadn't minded my own business, if Yan Minghe hadn't explored the past, even though he couldn't let it go, he wouldn't have to be so sad.Now that Zhuang Yu is dead, his heart is probably dying too.

I don't know if he is wrong, but I know that Zhuang Yu may not hate him until he dies.Zhuang Yu should even feel guilty, otherwise, why would he rather die than spend the money that shamed him?

As for Zhuang Yu, was he wrong?Living is the most basic desire of a person. Who would want to die if there is a chance to live.

Now it is pointless to judge what is right and what is wrong.Both of them are poor people, and the one who stays is the one who suffers the most.

"Mr. Minghe," I held Yan Minghe's hand, "cry if you want."

He looked at me with red eyes, dull eyes.After a while, he slowly closed his eyes and held my hand tightly, but he still couldn't cry.

I don't know how long it took, his breathing gradually calmed down, but in the dream, a tear slid down the corner of his eye.

I saw him falling asleep and wanted to get up, but just as I moved my hand, he unconsciously held it backhandedly, and it took me a lot of effort to force my hand back.

His hand scratched a few times in the air, I don't know if he was in a nightmare, his breathing became short of breath, I couldn't bear it, I passed my hand over again, he held it, his eyebrows were furrowed tightly. Slowly stretch out.

When Yan Minglang came in, I was staring at Yan Minghe with my chin propped up in a daze.

His eyes fell on our clasped hands, his bushy eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes clearly questioned if I had forgotten my last warning.

I also frown.

He made such an expression that he had no position at all.

Yan Minglang's expression was displeased, but he didn't get angry. He came over and asked me in a low voice, "What's wrong with him?"

That was Yan Minghe's privacy, the reason why I didn't tell him: "You don't need to know about his private affairs."

Yan Minglang pulled his face and looked at me for a long time.

It's getting late, even if I still worry about Yan Minghe, Vito is still waiting for me.I slowly withdrew my hand, and Yan Minghe frowned again, but this time he didn't try to grab my hand again.

I took something and stuffed it into his hand, his expression calmed down for a moment, I just breathed a sigh of relief, but he suddenly opened his eyes.

The unfocused eyeballs turned for a long time before seeing me. He glanced at Yan Minglang, although his eyes were still red, and although he had only slept for more than an hour and was not enough to sober up, he calmed down a lot.

He sat up, frowned and looked at the stuff stuffed in his hand, then threw it aside, took my hand again, pulled me into his arms, held me and took a deep breath.

This series of actions was done in one go. Before I could react, I was disgusted by the perverted behavior of him burying his shoulders and inhaling. I was about to push him away when a hand behind me stretched out and grabbed my collar. Lifted me up.

When he was pulled into another embrace, he heard the voice above his head bring chills.

"Yan Minghe, do you want to die?"

Not to mention Yan Minghe, even if Yan Minglang hugs me like this, I don't want to.

I struggled, and suddenly my world spun, and I was carried upside down by Yan Minglang on his shoulders.

I gasped: "Yan Minglang, why are you so crazy!"

"Shut up," he slapped my butt hard with his palm, and he carried me out of the warehouse, "I was also forced to go crazy by you."

I forced you to do something to me!

Vito and Zhou Zhou were dumbfounded watching me being carried out.

It is impossible for me to ask my son for help, and I feel that it is too shameful to be carried on the shoulders of another man at this moment. Thinking of what Vito will think of me from now on, my eyes darken for a while.

Vito ran over at some point, pulled Yan Minglang's clothes and asked, "Uncle Yan, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing, your father doesn't want to walk, he just wants to hug."

Give your mother a big hug!

……

Sorry, I don't want to swear, but I can't help it!

Yan Minglang grabbed Vito with the other hand, let him climb up his arm, hugged Vito with one hand, carried me with the other, and threw me into the car when he left the store. He got into the car and started the engine.

Fortunately, there were no customers in the store at this time, otherwise I would probably never want to come to the bookstore again.

I took a deep breath for a long time before I regained my strength. When I was about to speak, Yan Minglang preemptively said, "Vito, how about visiting Uncle Yan's house tonight?"

Ignoring Vito's expectant gaze, I quickly refused: "It's getting late today, next time."

He glanced at me lightly: "Don't you have something to talk to me about?"

"What do I have..."

"Vito, have you always been curious about the relationship between Uncle Yan and your father?"

Vito blinked, blinking and blinking.

"Actually, Uncle Yan and your father are legal husbands—"

"Yan Minglang!" I opened my eyes wide, meeting the gaze of the man in the rearview mirror.

He was slightly taken aback, turned his gaze away, and took a deep breath after a while.

"It's really late today, Uncle Yan bought some new books, can I bring them to you tomorrow?"

Vito nodded. When he heard that he was going to give him a book, he didn't seem so happy. He looked at us back and forth, wondering what he was thinking.

I breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Yan Minglang in surprise.He had a sullen face, his expression was not happy, but his attitude seemed to soften a little.

Back at the residence, closing the door, shutting Yan Minglang out, Vito put his arms around my waist, raised his head and asked me: "Dad, did Uncle Yan bully you?"

I was taken aback: "Why would you ask such a question?"

"Dad's eyes were red just now."

"..." Is it because of this that Yan Minglang let me go?

"Dad, do you hate Uncle Yan?"

I sigh. Vito is a considerate and sensitive child, I finally made him worry about the relationship between me and Yan Minglang.

I squatted down and stroked his soft hair, I smiled and said: "No, Dad doesn't hate him, we just have a little conflict, it has nothing to do with you, so you don't have to think too much, you know?"

He nodded, hesitated for a moment: "Dad..."

"how?"

He hugged me and leaned his head on my shoulder: "Dad, I'm afraid you hate Uncle Yan, I... I don't know why, I am very happy to see Uncle Yan, but I know, you don't seem to like it Uncle Yan. I'm really afraid that you won't let me date Uncle Yan. I...I like him. Dad, I'm sorry..."

I am very distressed.

All this time, I only cared about my own mood, and I ignored Vito's inner conflict.

Although the things I've been worrying about finally happened, what I think of at the moment is not those, but Vito's entanglements.

I patted him on the back and told him: "Vito, remember that people are individuals, what they like and what they dislike, you have to feel it with your heart, and you don't need to change because of others. There are no two people in the world who think the same. Exactly the same, you and your dad are two different individuals, you have different feelings towards the same thing, the same item, and the same person, just like your dad likes to drink hot tea, but you like to eat ice cream. You like Uncle Yan , because he treats you very well, he is worthy of your liking and respect, there is nothing wrong with that, and you don't need to say sorry to Dad, you know?"

I know he understands me.

Vito breathed a sigh of relief and hugged my neck tightly.

"Father, although I like Uncle Yan, the person I like and care about the most will always be Dad."

With a sore nose, I hugged him tightly. Vito's words are undoubtedly the greatest affirmation for me as a father.Actually I never doubted this, I always knew how much Vito loved me.

I can't change the nature of father and son, so everything will be fine, and I don't need to worry about hesitation anymore.Even if one day Yan Minglang has a higher status in his heart than me, but I know that Vito will always care about me most, and that's enough.