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Tong City Mental Hospital.

Song Tiancheng pushed the wheelchair, and an old woman with half-white hair was sitting on the wheelchair.

In fact, she is not very old, and her actual age is only 45 years old, but she has too many setbacks, and she looks abruptly older than a teenager.

She held a plastic rose in her hand, as if isolated from the world, immersed in her own world.

Song Tiancheng walked very slowly.

Lu Ran stood side by side with him, stealthily watching him all the time.

"If you want to ask, just ask."

Song Tiancheng looked ahead.

He didn't want to bring Lu Ran here, but after knowing his mother's existence, Lu Ran secretly went to investigate behind his back.

Then, the hospital's arrears were settled, and a large sum of money was even deposited into it.

Without his consent, Lu Ran did not dare to come to the hospital.

Just quietly helping him bear the financial pressure.

For the first time in so many years, no money is owed to the hospital.

Song Tiancheng couldn't tell what was going on in his heart. After thinking about it all night, he finally decided to confess to Lu Ran.

So he brought Lu Ran to the hospital himself.

Faced with his frankness, Lu Ran didn't know how to ask for a while.

The two were silent for a long time, Song Tiancheng turned his head and smiled at him.

"My mother used to be normal. She was beautiful at that time, and when she smiled, her eyes were curved and sweet. My father always secretly called her sweet girl.

At that time, they were so affectionate, everyone thought they could last forever, and I thought so too.But……"

Song Tiancheng tried his best to smile while holding back his pain.

The smile is very reluctant, and the smile makes people feel distressed.

Lu Ran felt uncomfortable in his heart, and stretched out his hand to cover Song Tiancheng's hand pushing the wheelchair.

The weather was very cold, and the back of Song Tiancheng's hands was icy cold.

The warmth in Lu Ran's palm penetrated into his skin.

The blood frozen by the wind and frost seemed to be circulating again.

Song Tiancheng's nose turned sour for no reason, and his smile became very bitter.

Resisting tears, he lowered his eyelids and looked at the mottled light and shadow of the sun penetrating through the branches, and continued: "Later, my mother became pregnant. I was so happy that I had a younger brother or sister, but my father was not happy. My mother She no longer bent her eyes and smiled, her beautiful eyes began to shed tears non-stop. The house became very quiet, no one spoke, just remained frozen."

"Later, my dad started drinking and smashed things when he was drunk. When everything in the house was smashed, he started beating my mother and me. After the beating, he cried by himself, crying enough, drinking When you wake up, keep drinking."

"Later, he committed suicide, took a whole bottle of sleeping pills, and died before he was sent to the hospital. He left a letter to my mother. I was too young at that time, and I didn't know how to read or write. What was written on it. I just remember that my mother read the letter and held my father’s hand, which was already cold, and said, I hope they will never meet again in the next life.”

The dusty memory was opened.

Many past events kept popping up in my mind.

After all, Song Tiancheng still couldn't hold back his red eyes, and the dense moisture swirled in his eyes.

"I didn't know until many years later that the child my mother conceived at that time was not my father's."

He turned his head to look at Lu Ran, and tried to smile, the moment his eyes turned, a wet mark spread from the corner of his eyes.

"She was violated. In the feudal era, they chose to hide it, so that when they had a child, they didn't know what reason to kill her. My father became very extreme, hurting my mother and himself. In the end Still haven’t been able to break through the hurdle in my heart.”

He spoke these words very slowly.

He spoke quietly, with a flat tone as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

But there was pain in his eyes that he couldn't hide.

He casually wiped away the tears on his face with his fingers, smiled bitterly, and said in a mocking tone: "My father and my mother, they may have always loved each other deeply. But love is too fragile, fragile It can't bear half of the wind and rain, and once the love collapses, it will become a bottomless quagmire, swallowing and drowning people bit by bit."

"This is love."

Lu Ran's eyes were red.

The hand covering the back of Song Tiancheng's hand couldn't help tightening: "Chengzi..."

Song Tiancheng smiled, and opened his hand, "It's okay, you don't need to comfort me, after so many years, I have already learned how to protect myself."

The way to protect yourself is not to love anyone.

He is afraid of repeating the tragedy of his parents.

and so--

Only by not being moved can we not be heartbroken.

Lu Ran wanted to say something, but Song Tiancheng didn't stop, and pushed the wheelchair to continue walking.

When leaving the mental hospital, Song Tiancheng knelt down and said, "Mom, I'll come to see you next time."

Song's mother looked at him with empty eyes, then hugged the plastic rose in her hand tightly, and stuck it to her face indulgently.

She might not even recognize her son.

She only lives in her own world.

Live with memories.

Song Tiancheng is used to getting no response.

Leaving from the mental hospital, Song Tiancheng was absent-minded all the way.

Leaning against the glass of the co-pilot's car, his eyes were fixed on the outside.

Lu Ran wanted to speak several times, but in the end he didn't know what to say, so he could only turn the steering wheel with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to hold Song Tiancheng's hand.

Not interlocking fingers.

But complete coverage.

Hold him reassuringly and protectively.

Song Tiancheng's thoughts were pulled back, he looked down at Lu Ran's hand, and he took the initiative to say: "I'm fine..."

While talking, he went to take Lu Ran's hand.

Lu Ran gripped his hand even tighter, firmly.

"In front of me, don't be brave. You can let go of all your defenses in front of me, Cheng Zi, and let me bear it for you."

The simple eight words are more touching than a lot of words.

Song Tiancheng raised his head upwards, held his breath and breathed slowly, trying to hide those soft emotions.

He is not a crybaby.

Over the years, he has done everything on his own.

Lu Ran's words gave him the desire to be protected for the first time.

He also wants to be like a good friend, someone pampers, someone protects, someone supports him.

But he can't predict the future, he doesn't know what will happen in the future.

I don't know whether to trust Lu Ran or not.

The car drove downstairs to the community.

Lu Ran turned to look at Song Tiancheng: "You go home first, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back soon."

Song Tiancheng hummed, got out of the car, and went upstairs.

Go home and take a shower.

I don't know when the broken water heater was replaced with a new one, and it has been adjusted to the most comfortable temperature.

After taking a shower, he dried his hair, took out his guitar in the bedroom, sat on a high stool, and played it casually.

Tranquil music flows out.

Music is his mood.

Soon, Lu Ran came back.

With a bag in his hand, he dragged Song Tiancheng to the living room without any explanation, sat down on the sofa, and poured the contents of the bag in front of him.

Bank card……

deed……

Equity...

"This is all my assets, given by my family and saved by myself. From now on, I will give them to you for safekeeping."

Lu Ran stuffed things into Song Tiancheng's hands, and hurriedly took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "And this, the property change agreement, I have already signed it. Orange, this is all I can give you now Assure."