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The puppy was the same puppy, dirty and shriveled, with eyes like two black grapes.

They went around three alleys before finding the puppy. It was nestled in a corner and was so stupid that it didn't fear when it saw people. It ran up wagging its tail and rubbed its head against Cen Baiyan's trouser legs.

"Little guy, do you still remember your brother and me?" Cen Baiyan knelt down and gently scratched the puppy's chin with his fingers.

Xuan Zhao was wearing a padded jacket and a scarf, holding dog food in one hand and leaning on a crutch with the other, nodded: "It's really similar."

Cen Baiyan raised his head: "What's the similarity?"

"Brother," Xuan Zhao looked at him, then turned to look at the puppy, "brother."

Cen Baiyan snorted and patted the puppy on the head: "Brother, come on, bite him!"

The little stray dog ​​groaned, leaned up and circled Xuan Zhao's legs twice, and then retracted to Cen Baiyan's feet, as if a little scared.

"Why are you so timid?" Cen Baiyan said with a smile, "Even a cripple is afraid, and his skills are not as strong as yours."

The puppy gave Xuan Zhao a timid look, wishing he could bury his head in Cen Baiyan's palm.

Animals are extremely sensitive to human emotions, and this little stray dog ​​probably felt Xuan Zhao's resistance and rejection of it.

Xuanzhao hates animals, especially dogs—he secretly overheard that phone call at night, his father bought a pet puppy for a kid named "Bo Yan", and his father knew that his mother was allergic to fur, but he still got it. He came home covered in dog hair, causing his mother to go to the hospital.

Xuanzhao at that age didn't know the words "cheating" and "little three", he just felt wronged, his father had never been so kind to his mother and him, he liked toy cars, his father never bought them for him, but gave them to others little friend buys a puppy.

After being woken up by nightmares countless times, Xuanzhao even thought that if he had been smarter that night and told Xuanyu what he had overheard on the phone call, maybe the tragedy would not have happened later.

"You like dogs very much?" Xuan Zhao asked.

"Well," Cen Baiyan said while teasing the puppy, "I was a little autistic when I was a child, but after raising a puppy, I gradually became more cheerful."

Xuan Zhao tightened his five fingers holding the walking stick slightly: "Who bought you a puppy, he must be very concerned about you."

Cen Baiyan pondered for a moment: "It's my father, he is really good to me. If it weren't for him, I guess I would be screwing screws in some electronics factory now."

There was a gleam of coolness in Xuan Zhao's eyes, and he asked with concern: "Why do you say he 'counts' your father?"

The word "count" is accentuated.

"My mother is remarried." Cen Baiyan didn't know how to express his complicated family relationship, so he replied concisely.

remarry?

Xuanzhao could hardly control his expression. They are a remarried couple, so what is Xuanzhao in the suburban nursing home?

Just now, the doctor in the nursing home sent him a message, saying that Xuanyu had been muttering that Qianshan’s birthday was coming, what should I buy for Qianshan, would you like to change Qianshan for a car?

He closed his eyes heavily, quickly adjusted his emotions, and when he opened his eyes again, there was that gentle and quiet omen again.

"Little guy, come and eat." Xuan Zhao grabbed a handful of dog food and put it by the wall, and retreated on his own crutches.

The puppy was still a little scared, and he hesitated to observe for a while before leaning over to eat the food.

Xuan Zhao always stood a few steps away from the puppy, not getting close to it.

Cen Baiyan stood up and asked curiously, "You don't like dogs?"

"It can't be considered that I don't like it," Xuan Zhao said quietly, "My mother is allergic to animal hair, so I haven't had much contact with animals since I was a child."

"Then why do you care so much about this little thing?" Cen Baiyan asked.

"Maybe it's because," Xuan Zhao paused, "it's a bit like me."

Cen Boyan was slightly taken aback, then turned his head to look at Xuan Zhao.His eyebrows and eyes were drooping, and his jet-black hair made his already fair skin even paler. The profile of his profile was smooth and gentle, and his crow-feather eyelashes cast a light shadow on his eyelids.

Under the projection of the dim skylight on a rainy day, Xuan Zhao has a breathtaking sense of fragility, but at the same time his shoulders are straight, and his left hand holding the walking stick is firm and strong.

How can a person be able to show both vulnerability and tenacity so vividly at the same time?

Cen Baiyan was clearly aware of his sudden heartbeat, he pursed his lips, and looked away with difficulty: "It's so stupid, how do you look like it?"

"It doesn't have a father, and its mother was hit by a car and died shortly after giving birth." Xuan Zhao shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed, "Isn't it similar to me?"

The puppy was feasting, unaware that Xuan Zhao had fabricated such a bleak life experience for himself.

Cen Baiyan's heart tightened, and he asked in a low voice: "Your father—"

"Don't want us anymore," Xuan Zhao breathed out, his side face was a little blurred by the breath, "Maybe he has another woman as his wife and another son."

Cen Baiyan only felt a pang of pain in his heart, and the fists hanging by his sides loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, trying his best to restrain the urge to go up and press Xuan Zhao into his arms.

He hastily said a few words, half of which were true and false, and even every sigh from his throat and every twitch of his facial muscles was carefully planned.

Abandoned by his father, permanently disabled due to a car accident, mother is crazy, poor and has no decent clothes. When these elements appear in a person at the same time, it is difficult not to feel sympathy for this person.But what Xuanzhao wanted was not Cen Baiyan's sympathy, he wanted Cen Baiyan to be soft-hearted and moved to him, to pity him and love him.

"The little guy is very powerful," Xuan Zhao looked at the dirty puppy, "He worked hard to grow up."

Cen Boyan looked at Xuanzhao firmly, his voice was a little low: "That's because it was lucky to meet you."

Xuan Zhao lowered his head and smiled lightly, then turned to look at Cen Baiyan, his eyes became two crescent moons, and the light-colored scar at the corner of his mouth was like a small pear dimple, and there was an inconspicuous joy in his tone: "So I said that I and It is very similar, I am also very lucky to meet you."

The pinnae of his ears were reddish, it was unknown whether it was from the cold or for some other reason.

Cen Baiyan had no time to think about other issues. He was hit by Xuan Zhao's vivid and lively smile, and his mind was blank for a moment, and his vision was completely occupied by Xuan Zhao.

For a few seconds, Cen Baiyan felt that his heart was beating so violently that it was about to burst out of his chest.

Suddenly a drop of water fell down, Xuanzhao looked up: "Huh? It's going to rain, go back quickly."

He walked out a few steps with his walking stick, but Cen Baiyan was still in place, Xuan Zhao turned around and waved to Cen Baiyan: "Puppy brother Baiyan, let's go!"

Fine raindrops fell in response, and the raindrops hit the small puddle at Cen Baiyan's feet, causing ripples one after another.

Xuanzhao stood on the other side of the rain and fog, with a tall and straight figure, and called him with a gentle smile: "Bo Yan, hurry up, there will be thunder later."

Cen Baiyan's chest heaved slightly, does this cripple know that he is so beautiful?

He shouldn't know, otherwise how dare he tease me like this?

Cen Baiyan's Adam's apple rolled heavily, and he raised his heel to step up to Xuanzhao. Every time he took a step, he said "no way" in his heart.

How can a man like another man?

It's wrong, it's abnormal, it's not allowed.

Xuanzhao didn't know how difficult it was for Cen Baiyan to persuade himself. When he entered the house, he took out a dry towel and tiptoed to wipe Cen Baiyan's hair.

Cen Baiyan took a step back, took the towel and said, "I'll do it myself."

Xuanzhao's expression froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal, and said yes with a smile.

During this period, Uncle Gong made a phone call. Xuan Zhao and Uncle Gong had instructed them to contact him by message as much as possible. If it was not important, Uncle Gong would not call him directly.

Xuanzhao pondered for a moment, then told Cen Baiyan to go to the bathroom, and answered the phone in the bathroom.

"Master," Uncle Gong said in a serious tone, "I received news from over there that Mr. Wan transferred a house to Cen Baiyan."

Xuan Zhao didn't take it seriously, and said coldly: "Isn't this normal, he has always been very generous to that woman."

"The house for Cen Baiyan." There was a sigh in Uncle Gong's voice, "It's Linhai Villa."

Xuan Zhao's breath stagnated, and a haze filled his eyes instantly.

Linhai Villa is the place where he was born and grew up, where he spent the happiest and carefree seven years of his life. At that time, he still had a healthy body, a loving mother, could eat sweets as much as he wanted, and could sit in the garden Run wildly.

For that woman, Wan Qianshan even dared to move this house.

How dare he, how dare he?

Anger and hatred were like a volcano on the verge of eruption, stirring up his entire chest aching.

Xuan Zhao tightened his five fingers holding the mobile phone, and his fingertips were faintly white.

"Master?" Uncle Gong called out worriedly.

"Uncle, I'm fine." Xuan Zhao said.

The scattered rationality gradually retracted, Xuan Zhao's eyelashes drooped, and his lips were tightly pursed.

He has nothing, he has nothing, he has no parents, he has no healthy legs, he can't even be a normal person, he has nothing.

Why can the perpetrators live so well?

The distorted hatred grew wildly, Xuan Zhao finally couldn't hold back, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He had to destroy everything about them with his own hands.

"Bai Yan," Xuan Zhao pushed open the door, "The utility company called and asked to check the water bill. Can you help me find the water bill?"

"Where is it?" Cen Baiyan asked.

"Hmm." Xuan Zhao rummaged through the cupboard under the stove, "Look over there at the desk, it might be caught in the book."

Cen Baiyan muttered: "What year is this and there are still water bills?"

He flipped through a few books on Xuanzhao's desk, then opened the drawer, and saw a hardcover notebook with slightly curled margins, as if it was often used.

"What the hell?" Cen Baiyan raised his eyebrows, "Little cripple, you don't keep writing diaries, do you?"

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