Raised by bigots, I ran away

Yan Qinyang carried Su Nanchuan all the way up to the second floor, and carried him to a bedroom on the second floor.

The door of the bedroom was closed with a "bang", the lights in the room were not turned on, and the blackout curtains were drawn tightly, completely blocking the last bit of light outside the window.

It was dark in the bedroom.

Su Nanchuan struggled to get off Yan Hanyang's body. Before his eyes could adapt to the darkness, he hurriedly took two steps back, and hit his back against the wall.

At this moment, the room was extremely quiet.

Su Nanchuan stared wide-eyed at the dark front, he could only see a blurry black shadow in front of him, and Yan Hanyang's heavy breathing a few steps away.

Su Nanchuan felt panicked and flustered.At this time, he couldn't see the expression on Yan Yangyang's face at all, but even if he couldn't see it, he could still clearly feel the terrifying and low pressure that Yan Yangyang brought.

He seemed to be severely suppressed by a thick black cloud, unable to breathe at all.

"Brother...Brother..."

Su Nanchuan finally couldn't take it anymore and called him.

"Brother, take off your wet clothes first, okay?"

Yan Qingyang did not respond to him.

Su Nanchuan was worried and frightened, but still boldly took two steps forward in the dark, until he reached the black shadow, he stretched out his trembling hand, and whispered: "I, let me take it off for you, you, yours." If your clothes are wet, you will get sick if you don’t take them off..."

His idea is actually very simple, he is not a fool, Yan Tanyang left at noon and only came back now, although he didn't say anything after he came back, it can be seen from Su Nanchuan's understanding of Yan Tanyang that Yan Tanyang must be sad.

It's just that Yan Yangyang usually puts all his emotions in his heart. When they were young, they depended on each other for life. He would only tell him his emotions and hug him to keep warm.

But after he became an adult, Yan Qingyang was colder and harder than when he was young. The armor on his body became stronger and stronger and unbreakable. No one could find the entrance and go in to spy for a while. Spill his emotions to no one.

But Su Nanchuan knew that he must be sad.

How could Su Nanchuan have the heart to see Yan Yang sad, he wanted to be with him, to be with him like he was when he was young, to comfort him.

Although he knew that Yan Kangyang might not accept him anymore, he still wanted to give it a try.

After Su Nanchuan finished speaking, he raised his hand to touch Yan Yangyang's clothes. His tentacles were cold and damp. It had been raining for a long time.

Distressed and nervous, Su Nanchuan felt up Yan Hanyang's wet clothing, and touched the round button of Yan Hanyang's jacket. He shook his hands to undo the button, but unexpectedly, a bone-chilling hand suddenly She held his wrist tightly, stopping his movement.

Su Nanchuan shuddered instantly, and said nervously: "Brother...I, I just want to help you take off your wet clothes, nothing else..."

"Su Nanchuan!"

Yan Qingyang held Su Nanchuan's wrist tightly and took a step forward.

Su Nanchuan was forced to retreat by him, and his back leaned against the cold wall again, and there was no way out.

Yan Yangyang didn't stop at all, the powerful and dark aura on his body pressed down hard, causing Su Nanchuan's heartbeat to speed up and his breath to be short of breath.

He couldn't help but grab the wet cloth at Yan Hanyang's waist, gently pushed it away, and then called him in a low voice: "Brother..."

After yelling "brother", Yan Hanyang's icy big hands had already pinched his chin.

Su Nanchuan was forced to raise his head to look up at him, his bright eyes were full of water waves, sparkling, like a little rabbit, wronged and pitiful.

Yan Qingyang suddenly reached out to cover his eyes.

The darkness in front of Su Nanchuan's eyes became even darker. He was shocked by Yan Hanyang's cold hands. Before he could figure out what Yan Hanyang was doing, he heard his deep and hoarse voice ringing in his ears.

"Su Nanchuan, what do you answer when I ask you now, answer honestly, don't force me to force you."

Su Nanchuan thought to himself, aren't you forcing me now?But he didn't dare to say this even if he was killed.

Su Nanchuan: "Okay, let me say."

Yan Yang: "When did you find out that Lin Yuemei was sick?"

Su Nanchuan clenched his hands and explained anxiously: "That time, that time when we were by the river, you told me that Aunt Mei was not your biological mother. After I went back, I found her checklist."

Yan Yang: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Su Nanchuan: "I wanted to tell you, but Aunt Mei didn't let me tell you. She said she has nothing to do with you, so I can't tell you."

Yan Yangyang sneered: "Su Nanchuan, I don't know when you listened to her like that?"

Su Nanchuan's heart tightened: "I'm not, I'm not listening to him, I..."

Yan Qinyang squeezed his chin slightly: "I went to Beijing with Yan Yue for three months, did you take care of her every day?"

Su Nanchuan said in a muffled voice, "Yes."

Yan Qingyang: "I called you for several weekends, but I couldn't reach you. Where were you at that time?"

Su Nanchuan closed his eyes: "I, I'm with Aunt Mei in the hospital. I'm afraid you will hear it and dare not answer."

Yan Yang: "Very good!"

Yan Yang nodded: "Very good! Su Nanchuan!"

He squeezed Su Nanchuan's chin and lifted it up slightly: "Su Nanchuan, why?"

His scorching breath fell between Su Nanchuan's cheek and nose.

Su Nanchuan was suffocated by the heat, and said in a choked voice: "Brother, I, I can't let Aunt Mei be alone, she is your family member, and also my family member, no matter how bad she is to you, she has also raised her up." We, we can't leave her alone..."

"Su Nanchuan!!!"

Yan Chanyang gritted his teeth: "I broke off ties with her at the beginning, do you think that I would let her go when I knew she was sick, and then take care of her like a dutiful son?"

Su Nanchuan pursed his lips tightly and did not speak. He thought to himself, yes, if Yan Kangyang at that time knew that Lin Yuemei would not live long, he would have done this, even though he would never admit it, just like Lin Yuemei She refused to admit until she died that she always wanted to see Yan Yang again.

Yan Chanyang: "And Lin Yuemei asked you not to tell me that she was sick. She has always had a tough temper, and she just severed ties with me. She has said all the cruel words and left no way for herself to turn back. She will never would bow to me at that point. So you're caught in the middle."

Yan Qingyang clenched Su Nanchuan's chin, and stared at him coldly with dark eyes: "Let me think about you back then, what would you think? You will definitely think, my brother was just angry for a while, if you know Lin Yuemei She died alone, no one sent her to her last journey, she will definitely regret it. I can't let my brother regret it, so you decided to take care of her for me in the end, right?"

Su Nanchuan was suffocated in his heart. He knew that Yan Kangyang was very powerful, but he didn't expect that he only briefly described a few words, and Yan Kangyang guessed all about his mental journey at that time.

That's right, they have been living together since they were teenagers. They sleep in the same bed, eat the same kind of food, and grow up dependent on each other. They can understand each other's meaning with just one look and one movement.

How could Yan Yangyang not guess what he was thinking back then?

Su Nanchuan's eyes were red, and tears slowly pooled in his eyes.

Yan Qingyang: "Su Nanchuan, sometimes it's better not to be sentimental! Why do you think that I will soften my heart when I know that Lin Yuemei is sick? Why do you think that I will go back and forgive someone who abandoned me people?"

Su Nanchuan's heart sank suddenly, what did Yan Yangyang mean by this?

Is it a pun?

Does that mean he will never forgive him again?

The tears in Su Nanchuan's eyes fell instantly.

The hot tears dripped drop by drop on Yan Hanyang's icy hands, Yan Hanyang's black eyes became darker, and he said coldly: "Don't cry!"

However, Su Nanchuan's tears fell like a gate that couldn't be turned off, and they couldn't stop no matter what.

Yan Yangyang: "Su Nanchuan, I'll say it again, don't cry, if you cry again, I'll make you cry even harder!"

Su Nanchuan had never been able to withstand Yan Yang's scare, so he hurriedly wiped away his tears. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that Yan Yang also wiped away his tears.

But Yan Yangyang is so fierce at the moment, how could he do such a thing, if it was Yan Qingyang in the past, he would hug him and wipe his tears with distress while being fierce, but the current Yan Qingyang will definitely not do this .

Su Nanchuan felt that it must be his own illusion.

Su Nanchuan relieved for a while, and finally controlled his tears. He stopped crying, his eyes were swollen and sore, and he was in a very bad mood. He was like a little white rabbit that had finally fallen into the mouth of a beast, and the beast was facing him a little bit A little bit of dissection, and finally eat it bite by bite.

He seems to be waiting for the judgment of fate, life or death is only in the mind of the person in front of him.

Yan Yangyang: "Finish crying? Continue! When did Lin Yuemei leave? Where did she leave in the end? What hospital? What time?"

After asking this question, Su Nanchuan suddenly became a little panicked: "She, her situation later was up and down. It was said that she could only live for half a year at most, but she persisted until November."

Yan Yang: "What else? Answer."

Su Nanchuan clenched his fists, deliberately blurred the name of the hospital, and said, "She ended up in the hospital. She refused to go to the hospital at first, but she was unconscious all the time. I was very scared, so I called 120 to take her to the hospital. .”

Yan Yangyang's big hand gently stroked Su Nanchuan's chin, eyes hidden in the darkness, scrutinizing him coldly.

Yan Yang: "The WeChat message you sent me was on June 6th."

Su Nanchuan was stunned for a moment, and was at a loss for a moment, but then, he understood what Yan Hanyang was talking about, his whole body was shocked, and he froze there.

He clenched his fists even tighter, and said with lowered eyes, "Yes."

Yan Yang: "Su Nanchuan, why?"

Yan Hanyang's hand on Su Nanchuan's chin suddenly tightened again. He pinched Su Nanchuan's chin and forced him to raise his head again. He stared at Su Nanchuan, word by word, and finally put today's focus, his so many years of incomprehension and Unwilling, I asked.

"why?"

"Why did you send me that message?"

"Lin Yuemei is sick, but it doesn't mean you are going to leave me. Why did you do that?"

"Lin Yuemei left in November, why didn't you look for me after she left?"

Su Nanchuan stood there stiffly and motionless. At this moment, if the room was lit, one would find that his face had lost all blood and turned pale.

His lips were trembling slightly, and his eyes showed great panic and terror.

He clenched his hands tightly, his finger bones turned white, and he said in a panic, "I, I was young at the time, I was ignorant, and I was afraid that you would be angry, and, you...we are different after all, you find it Dad, you have a better way in the future, I know I promised you never to leave you, but I'm just an ordinary person, I can't think so far, I was really scared at the time, I actually didn't want to follow you to Mr. Yan home, so I..."

Su Nanchuan burst into tears again: "That's why I was like that...Brother, I know I was wrong...I was really wrong...You just think I was in the rebellious period at that time, and you just thought I was capricious... I only sent those words to make you give up on me, please forgive me, I know I hurt you, and you should hate me. But if there is a chance, I am willing to make it up to you, brother, as long as it can make you Forgive me, you can ask me to do anything...Brother..."

"Su Nanchuan!"

Yan Chanyang interrupted him: "Did I say, don't call me brother?"

Su Nanchuan's tears fell even harder, and every time Yan Yang said this, his heart ached once: "I don't call you brother, then, what do I call you..."

Yan Yangyang stared at him closely: "What do you call me, you think about it yourself, think about it carefully, when you think about it clearly, I will forgive you again!"

作者有话要说：继续求月石！！！！感谢在2021-07-0521:34:01~2021-07-0620:53:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: I wish you a wonderful one;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Zhu Yimiao; 3 bottles of Mo Xinyu; 1 bottle of British style;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!