intangible heritage

It only takes three to ten minutes from the hospital to the Qin residence. When going through the discharge procedures, Jiang Xun asked Uncle Chen to prepare lunch. When the two of them arrived at the dining room, the strong smell of the food went straight into their nostrils.

As soon as Qin Nian saw someone coming, he immediately jumped off his chair and ran towards Qin Rong, "Dad!" But when he glanced at Jiang Xun behind him, his pace slowed down by half a beat, and he timidly moved to Qin Rong's lap, He called out softly, "Dad."

He was still afraid of Jiang Xun.

This reaction was fully seen by Qin Rong, and Jiang Xun in his peripheral vision had lowered his brows and eyes, showing no emotion.

Qin Rong took Qin Nian's hand, turned to look at Jiang Xun, "A Xun..." I have something to tell you.

But before he could speak, Jiang Xun interrupted him, and he slowly raised the corners of his lips, "It's okay, take your time."

If there was no matter about Mingci Hospital, Qin Rong might still want to take his time and tell them the truth after Qin Nian got used to living with Jiang Xun.

But now Qin Rong just wants Jiang Xun to know his intentions clearly and know that Qin Nian is his child.

Qin Rong carried Qin Nian back to the chair, and ordered the servant to take care of him for dinner.

He turned around and grabbed Jiang Xun, leading him to the bedroom.

"You sit first."

After he finished speaking, he went straight to the bed, bent down and opened the bedside table.

Jiang Xun pursed his lips and asked in puzzlement, "What is brother looking for?"

The things were placed in a conspicuous place, he took them out, and placed a candy jar with a yellowed label in front of Jiang Xun.

"This is……?"

Qin Rong didn't answer him, but took out one from inside, the action can be described as gently unscrewing the candy wrapper, while he was doing this, Jiang Xun picked up the can and glanced at the date, which has been expired for several years.

Seeing that Qin Rong was about to put it in his mouth, Jiang Xun quickly grabbed him with one hand and glared at him, "It's expired!"

"I know." Qin Rong slightly bent his lower lip, faintly smiling, "There are 103 candies in this jar, and now there are only 47 left."

He leaned over to eat the candy, but Jiang Xun didn't stop him.

The peach fragrance bursts between the lips and teeth, and the sweet taste contains a ray of bitterness.

"I..." Qin Rong frowned, he actually didn't know what to say, during the years Jiang Xun left, he had nothing to miss him except this can of candy.

Whenever he came out of that door, he could only rely on this can of expired sugar to support his body that was about to be crushed.

But all this was too difficult to tell, even if Jiang Xun knew the scars all over his body, he couldn't say it.

Countless words rolled and rolled on the tongue.

"I……"

Jiang Xun saw that Qin Rong was hesitating to speak, so he pinched Qin Rong's palm, "Brother doesn't want to say it, so you don't have to."

Qin Rong shook his head and said seriously: "I want to say."

Jiang Xun was taken aback, Qin Rong seldom spoke in such a tone, like a stubborn child insisting on speaking clearly, he smiled, "Okay, I'm not in a hurry, brother speak slowly."

Qin Rong pursed her lips and frowned even deeper, "But I don't know what to say."

Jiang Xun glanced at the jar, pointed at it and said, "Start with the sugar? I gave it?"

He didn't have any impression of the candy, but his intuition told him that the candy was given by him.

"Ah."

Jiang Xun looked at Qin Rong, he didn't know why Qin Rong kept this can of candy, he had a feeling that something was about to come out.

"Why don't you throw it away when it's expired?"

Qin Rong's eyes showed stubbornness, "I only have it."

Jiang Xun couldn't help asking: "Brother, do you like me?"

Jiang Xun felt the hand he was holding tense, and he heard Qin Rong say, "Yes, I like it."

A few short words made Jiang Xun almost out of breath. He avoided Qin Rong's gaze, and his chest throbbed violently in an instant.

He opened his mouth repeatedly, but couldn't say a word.

"What time?"

Qin Rong shook his head: "I forgot."

Really forgot, the memory of the past is a locked box, he doesn't have a key, he can't open it.

Jiang Xun's throat tightened, he hadn't prepared a word yet, only to hear Qin Rong drop another bombshell.

Qin Rong didn't intend to make any further detours.

It doesn't matter whether Jiang Xun can accept it or not.

Qin Rong looked openly into Jiang Xun's eyes, "Nian Nian is your child."

Without waiting for Jiang Xun to speak, he stood up, "Didn't you ask about the password room on the third floor?"

"Last time, I lied to you."

When it came to the code room, Qin Rong's whole body began to tremble, and he lowered his eyes to look at Jiang Xun who hadn't recovered, "Will you go in with me?"

Jiang Xun was like a crashed computer, still desperately restarting. When he regained his composure, he and Qin Rong had already stood in front of the password room on the third floor.

Qin Rong's lips lost all color, he raised his left hand, restrained the trembling, and was about to press his fingers up, but Jiang Xun seemed to see through his pain, and instinctively grabbed Qin Rong's wrist.

Qin Rong paused, but did not stop.

"If I don't tell you, you may not be able to believe that Nian Nian is your child."

Since he didn't intend to hide it anymore, he simply revealed everything.

The door was opened a crack, and Qin Rong could already feel the bloody smell that was about to drown him.

His legs were almost pinned in place and he couldn't move an inch.

He closed his eyes and twisted his face, "If you can't accept it, you can." His throat seemed to be stuck with dehydration, and it took him a long time to finish his words: "You can leave me alone."

When the words fell to the ground, Qin Rong opened the door as if he was dead.

Jiang Xun hadn't figured it out yet, but what he saw next left him speechless.

This is a small room.

The walls are covered with photos, and the protagonists in them are all the same person—Qin Rong.

The photos were taken from extremely tricky angles, but in every photo, Qin Rong's expression was captured extremely clearly.

Like a rag doll, torn apart.

The lingering smell of blood made Qin Rong seem to have returned to the past, and Qin Sheng's maniacal laughter was right next to his ears.

"Because I'm an omega, he can't be hard on me."

"But my face is very similar to that alpha."

"So, he vented all his hatred on me."

Qin Rong shuffled his feet and walked to the edge, where there were countless utensils, which seemed to still have his blood on them.

"These things," he smiled and looked back at Jiang Xun, "I've used them all before."