After Beta was not humble and chased back, Scum A became humble

Lin Hen thought that He Jing would talk to the doctor for a long time, but the doctor just chatted a few words about Luoyan's current situation, and suggested not to stimulate anymore.

What Lin Hen didn't understand the most was that the doctor advised He Jing not to visit her if there was anything urgent.

In less than 10 minutes, He Jing asked the doctor to leave, pressed his temples, his eyes looked tired.

After a while, He Jing whispered, "I wanted to find a better time to tell you."

Lin Hen looked at the desktop, and asked after a while, "Auntie... how long has it been like this?"

He Jing shook hands tightly: "I was already sick before I was born."

Lin Hen looked at him in shock. He remembered that He Jing and Luo Yan had been to many art exhibitions and appeared in various large-scale venues. How could this state escape the eyes of the media.

"She wasn't that serious at the time, she was fine once in a while and took medicine...or she might be pretending to be fine," He Jing sniffed, his eyes darkened, "It's postpartum depression."

"No one cares about her. She insisted on marrying my dad back then. My grandparents were so angry that they severed ties with her and put all their energy on my uncle. As a result, within a year after marriage, my dad cheated on us. Mom still wanted to find her, but she found out that she couldn't find her at all. That's when she realized that my dad only married her because she was a top-level Omega, and the matching rate between the two reached a rare 90% or more. There was no reason for her. A love that gave everything."

Lin Hen took a deep breath: "Do you not care if you are pregnant or sick?"

"There are nurses, but they are only responsible for her physical health. No one asked her if she was happy or if she was in a good mood. It was the first time she cut her wrists after I was born. My dad knew about it and asked people to watch her."

Lin Hen sat up straight and looked at him straight: "And then?"

He Jing pursed his lips: "There is no more."

"Fuck!" Lin Hen clenched his fists, saying this to a pregnant woman, a woman who just gave birth...

He Jing lowered his head: "When I was just born, my father was afraid that something might happen to me, and even forbade my mother to see me. She only hugged me for the first time after I was born. For this moment, she crazily took medicine regardless of the consequences. In exchange for a period of 'normal', but the side effects came too quickly, persisted for less than a year, then relapsed, and sometimes hit me when I couldn't control my emotions, and the nurse would beat me if I stopped her... She has so much self-esteem Every time she wakes up, she finds it hard to accept it, and doesn’t want people to see her, so she hides and cries. This kind of thing lasted until I can remember, and I didn’t understand it at all, and even pestered her to play with me.”

Lin Hen digested the words that rang in his ears like thunder: "Why...don't you get a divorce?"

The corners of He Jing's mouth curled up ironically: "Because my dad threatened my mom with the company of my grandfather and uncle, and also, after the divorce, I will definitely be handed over to my dad. She can't let me go and follow my dad..."

Lin Hen breathed heavily in his chest, feeling depressed and painful. A gentle and independent person like Luo Yan should have a better life, but he was ruined by a cold-blooded beast like this.

"My mother kept telling me not to be like him, but then she was sober less and less, and in the end she didn't even know me, and I started to socialize with my dad, and the more time I could spend with her. I came less and less, I was ignorant at that time, and after listening to what my father said, I even didn't understand her, and I didn't want to see her... There is no more heartless son than me."

Lin Hen quickly retorted: "You were only young at that time, and you only heard what your father said, so it's not your problem."

He Jing didn't know whether he listened or not, he looked at a certain place, and recalled: "Later, she almost pushed me down the stairs and pointed a knife at me. The home was not safe, so my dad invested in this nursing home. Let her live here, arrange many people to take care of her, but he only came once."

He Jing twitched the corner of his mouth: "Are you wondering why I don't come to see her often?"

"……why?"

"Because she sometimes mistook me for my father, and every time she admitted her mistake, she would make a serious fuss, but when she made a fuss, I was the only one who could comfort her... I can only pray that she won't mistake me. I am most afraid that she will tell me What I wanted to say to my dad. When I was sober, I wanted to take her away, but she didn’t want to leave anymore, she didn’t want to see the real world again, so that she could lie to herself that nothing happened.”

"These are not up to you," Lin Hen pressed the back of his hand, "Next time Auntie wants to see you, let me go in first, if she recognizes me, she will recognize you, and I shouldn't be that old Reaction."

"Thank you," He Jing's eyes turned red, "I don't know how many words of thanks I have to say to you, and I'm sorry for doing so many stupid things... My mother doesn't want me to become my father, but he and I also It doesn't matter, I'm like a beast to you and my mother, I-"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Lin Hen interrupted him, hugging his shoulders and scratching hard, "You are different from your father, he is hopeless in this life, you have already been straightened by me, from now on... looking at you."

He Jing hugged him, closed his eyes, there were too many things to say, too many things to do, and in the end he could only choke up and say, "Thank you for not giving up on me."

It had been a while since seeing Luo Yan, during which Lin Hen and Luo Haoshan had dinner, went out to play for a few days, and found a summer part-time job in a supermarket.

The day before the part-time job, He Jing came over and pestered him and said he wanted to go too. Lin Hen was so annoying that he promised to let him go and have a look, but he couldn't make trouble or cause trouble.

He Jing agreed one sentence at a time, and assured Lin Hen again and again.

But the next day He Jing suddenly called and said that he couldn't come due to something, Lin Hen didn't care.

Immediately before leaving get off work at night, he received a call from He Jing, saying that he would not come over tonight either.

Lin Hen only thought he was busy, bought vegetables and went home.

Lin Yueqiu asked after get off work: "Can't Xiaojing come today?"

"He said he has something to do." Lin Hen took a bite of his meal, "I'm busy with work, I won't be free in the morning."

Lin Yueqiu poured him a glass of water: "I don't know what it is for, and I don't understand what you are talking about."

Lin Hen laughed: "I don't understand either, it's enough that you remember that his paintings are very beautiful."

"It's really beautiful," Lin Yueqiu said "ah" and patted his head, "Hey, I met your Grandma Wang when I went downstairs today. Her house had a few flowerpots and asked to give them to me. Xiaojing also drew two flowers when she was free. Well, your grandma Wang praised you two pots last time until now."

Lin Hen glanced at the window sill: "Okay, I'll send a message later to ask when he is free."

It's a very simple matter, He Jing can finish painting a pot in less than ten minutes, Lin Hen didn't expect that He Jing pushed it for five days in a row, and only called him on the fifth night to say that he would come over.

The doorbell rang, and Lin Hen glanced at Maoyan. He Jing was wearing a peaked cap of the same style as him, and a mask on his mouth. Going down, Lin Hen's pupils shrank, and the next second he opened the door.

He Jing was wearing a loose black T-shirt, T-shirt, T-shirt!

There is no scar on the exposed left arm, replaced by a whole piece of dazzling tattoo——

A half-opened red rose and a hand holding the rose covered the entire forearm, covering the hideous scar.

Lin Hen's blood pressure was a little high: "You...did this in the past few days?"

The moment He Jing saw him, he hugged him, walked inside like a conjoined twin, closed the door, and buried him on his neck: "I miss you so much, I thought it would be healed in a day, but that piece of skin It’s not very easy to do, and it took so long.”

Lin Hen didn't even dare to touch his arm, and was still in the state of "suddenly got a tattoo on his body, does this count as causing trouble": "Doesn't it hurt?"

He Jing's lips fell on the side of his neck, the timeline stretched too long, and the heart of asking for credit was replaced by another desire: "It doesn't hurt, let me hug..."

Lin Hen leaned back and looked towards the door involuntarily: "My mother—"

"I called my aunt, she's coming back late today."

"..."

Concerned about He Jing's arm, and worried about Lin Yueqiu's sudden return home, the two of them only did it once.

Lying on the bed after taking a shower, Lin He squinted his eyes and lazily watched He Jing take off the plastic wrap on his arm: "How many days can you not get wet?"

He Jing threw away the plastic wrap, put his arm around his shoulder and kissed him: "One week."

Lin Hen finally had time to take a closer look. He took his arm and looked at it over and over again. After a while, he asked, "Is this my hand?"

He has an inconspicuous red mole on the slightly inner side of his thumb, his tattoo is larger than it actually is, and he still has a ring on his finger.

He Jing looked at him proudly: "Yes, I always carry the flowers you gave me."

Lin Hen also looked at him: "Didn't you throw the trash can?"

He Jing froze, then moved his arm closer to him, rubbed his cheek and said, "I used to be so stupid, now I don't want anything."

Lin Hen grabbed his palm: "Can you stop beating around the bush and ask me for flowers, or be ashamed."

"No." He Jing smiled and lowered his head to rub against his neck, the dripping hair was covered with small water droplets, "You can give me a flower, I want to draw it for you."

Lin Hen's heart twitched slightly: "Aren't you... going to draw anymore?"

"Huh?" He Jing didn't look up, and said as if nothing happened: "Why don't you paint, there are still four flower pots waiting for me."

"I mean keep learning."

He Jing changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "It's enough for me to draw for you, it doesn't matter. Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I learned sweet and sour pork ribs from the chef at home yesterday, and I will cook them for you later."

Lin Hen frowned: "I'm telling you seriously."

He Jing paused when he got up, hugged him again, and looked at him seriously: "I promised my dad that what I say is true, at least I will finish my studies for four years now. I don't like taking over the company as much as you think. Moreover, it’s not that I’ve stopped learning in this life, it’s never too late to pick up my talent again.”

The self-confidence and calmness on He Jing's face when he said this made Lin Hen unconsciously believe him, but he couldn't help feeling that life was never truly complete.

What you have to give up is what you get, this saying is true.

He Jing thought of something, and frowned impatiently: "If you continue to draw, you will have to draw things against your will for entertainment, and the paintings are disgusting."

Speaking of this, he rolled his eyes and smiled proudly at Lin Hen: "Inspiration is so precious, I just want to draw for the person I like."

Lin Hen's eyes were dazzled by his laughter, he was stunned for a while, and then coughed lightly, and said, "As long as you have a plan, I don't want to delay you because of me."

"Nonsense." He Jing bit his fingertips disapprovingly, "I wish you could control me in everything. The more you control me, the more you like me, just like the more I like you, the more I want to kiss you."

Lin Hen couldn't say no to him, let him hug him for a long time, and then pushed him away when he was sweating all over again. Thinking of something, he asked, "Does your dad know your tattoo?"

He Jing was lying on his side, looking at him with his chin resting, the tenderness in his eyes was so tiresome: "I don't know yet, what's wrong?"

Lin Hen could imagine Lunar New Year's rage: "Will you be scolded?"

He Jing shrugged nonchalantly, kissed him, and narrowed his eyes contentedly: "Are you worried about me?"

Lin Hen pursed the corners of his lips: "Yes."

He Jing laughed, and raised his eyebrows lazily: "Curse me if you curse, I won't listen, and he can't chop off my arm."

Lin Hen couldn't hold back and laughed: "Okay, I'll piss him off."

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