Wrong Changhuan

The last blush in the west was swallowed by darkness, and the night fell silently as expected.

An Cuo waited for the breathing of the person in his arms to gradually stabilize, helped Chang Huan back to the table and sat down, then stood up and held the lamp.

Chang Huan looked at the small flame, which ignited tremblingly, as if it would be blown out by a gust of wind at any time, and let it be manipulated, just like the current self.

A bean-sized teardrop slid down his cheek to the skirt of his clothes, Chang Huan's eyes were blurred, and he said in a daze, "I didn't understand until today why my mother looked at me like that... She hates Murong Ji, so she also... .hate my existence..."

So all these years, she has always hated me...

A sense of sadness welled up spontaneously, and the tears uncontrollably vented its helplessness and pain.

Yang Yan was very distressed when he saw this, and said, "In life, there are many things that you cannot choose, such as brothers...such as parents. This is not your fault."

Chang Huan smiled wryly, and said quietly, "Yang Yan, don't you understand...my existence...is a mistake..."

If the quiet words are like stabs, the wry smile is like a knife piercing into people's heart.None of the people present in the house escaped.

An Cuo took out a white handkerchief, wiped Chang Huan's tears, shook his head, and gently vetoed, "It's not like this—it's not your fault—"

At this moment, the tip of his nose was sore, but An Cuo hated his own incompetence.Apart from a few words of comfort, she didn't know what else to say.

Chang Huan looked at An Cuo and murmured, "A Cuo, what should I do...I don't know what to do..."

An Cuo stretched out his hand to caress Chang Huan's cheek, trembling slightly, his soft and cool fingertips lightly touched the tear stain that aroused her distress, but it seemed like he couldn't wipe it away.

An Cuo said in a trembling voice, "No matter what you do, I will be by your side...not going anywhere-you and me..."

Depression and sadness pervaded wantonly in the house.

Yang Yan bowed his head in silence, and then said in a low voice after a long time, "If it wasn't for something wrong with you, I wouldn't want you to know about it until I die. You shouldn't have to bear it..."

Yang Yan paused at this point, looked up at Chang Huan, and said, "But when you grow up, there are some things you have to face..."

Is this the price of growth?Why does the adult world have so many complicated entanglements and hatreds that make people breathless?Why isn't there a world with only love and warmth?

Chang Huan said, "I have you and my second uncle, that's enough...even Uncle Wen is more like a father than him...I won't recognize him...I hate him..."

Yang Yan sighed, and said, "Even if he is the enemy of the Lin family, everyone in the Lin family can hate him, but you...shouldn't hate him..."

Chang Huan suddenly remembered asking Yang Yan when he was a child, what is hate?

Yang Yan said that everything in the world pays attention to a cause and retribution, and there is no gratuitous hatred.Hate comes from love, but it cannot be obtained because of love.

Chang Huan didn't understand at that time, in fact, just as she thinks she understands now.

Seeing that Chang Huan was silent and his mind was heavy, Yang Yan didn't want to force her, so he explained, "Hating someone...It's tiring...It's hard...This time, no matter what choice you make, we will understand...Ah Borrow, I will understand..."

An Cuo comforted, "Yang Yan is right, hatred will only erase your innocence... When you are alone in the dead of night, you will find that it is you who tortured your heart and made it restless... Huan, I don't want you to go through this..."

After hearing this, Yang Yan got up and left his seat.Chang Huan needs time to digest, and An Cuo is by his side to unravel, this is his only comfort right now.

When Yang Yan was about to open the door, Chang Huan's voice sounded behind him, with a hint of pity, helplessness and unwillingness, he said calmly, "I will go back to Jiangling with you...I will also go to see him...I will not let San Uncle has another accident..."

Yang Yan turned around and looked at Chang Huan. His sensible look broke his heart.He knew what she said, and it took a lot of courage for her to say it.

Everyone knows that between a dilemma, choose the lesser one.

How could Yang Yan not know that he was forcing her to choose.

It's easy to escape, but the other end of the balance that can choose to save Ah Zhe is to face his biological father who has a blood feud with the Lin family, and even he doesn't know what will happen next.But he wanted Chang Huan to choose and face it alone.

Yang Yan was silent for a while, then Fang said in a deep voice, "Let's go back to Jiangling tomorrow morning." After speaking, he opened the door and left.

The winter night is as cool as water, and the wind is blowing.

Yang Yan stood in the courtyard for a long time, letting the cold wind blow his face, making his clothes rustle.The original matter was finally settled, but my heart couldn't relax.

After Yang Yan left, Chang Huan lay his hands on the edge of the table and sat quietly, as if he had lost his mind, and hadn't moved for a long time.

An Cuo sat across from her and kept looking at her, but was at a loss for words for a while, not knowing what to say.

Chang Huan suddenly raised her head and forced out a smile, but it disappeared in an instant. The smile she used to believe in can solve a thousand worries, but now it no longer works.

"Ah Cuo, I want to drink." I don't know when Chang Huan wanted to drink when she was sad. She didn't have this habit before.But at this moment, she just wanted to anesthetize herself, and then she didn't think about anything.

If she doesn't think about anything, she will no longer have this heart that has nowhere to rest, and there will be no such heaviness that weighs her down.

In a trance, An went out the door by mistake, and at some point, two jugs of wine were already placed on the table in front of her.

Chang Huan raised the wine jar and drank a few gulps.She drank too fast, the wine choked her throat, coughed twice, but smiled with red eyes, "It's the same as the wine I drank when I first met you, it's made from sweet-scented osmanthus."

After the short-lived good memories, I still have to face this unreasonable heartache.

An Cuo took a big sip, his eyes were red, and he said, "If you want to cry, just cry... I feel uncomfortable seeing you like this."

Chang Huan stopped laughing, looked directly at the opposite side, and said, "It turns out that today you untied the thread, and it was the happiest day for me. I have been waiting for this day for a long time...a long time..." After finishing speaking, he drank I took two big mouthfuls.

Putting down the jug, lowered his eyes.

Tears fell on the table and shattered into a puddle.

An Cuo looked at Chang Huan, recalled the past, and said quietly, "I have been begging in Kansai City for a whole year since I can remember at the age of five... I never remember who my parents were or what they looked like ...At that time, when I saw the children with their parents on the street, I was very envious...At that time, I thought, if my parents were alive, I must have clean clothes like those children , there are steamed buns to eat, and a home to shelter from the wind and rain..."

Tears welled up in An's eyes, An took a sip of wine by mistake, and continued, "I envy them... In winter, they don't have to wear ragged clothes that they picked up, and they won't leak the wind. I thought at that time, their clothes are so clean, they must be very Warm up...you don't need dogs or other beggars when you're hungry...to snatch the leftover steamed buns thrown away by others, you don't need to look at other people's faces, and you don't need to be bullied by others. Lying in a dilapidated temple covered with thatch, sleeping and suffering. There are no big beggars to snatch the hard-won food..."

Chang Huan listened quietly, she never knew or heard of these past events.

An mistakenly wiped away tears, smiled, seemed to fall into boundless longing, and continued, "At that time, I thought hot steamed buns were the best food in the world...those rich people The white clothes on my body are the cleanest and most beautiful clothes I have ever seen... I told myself that if I grow up alive one day, I will definitely have these... And what I want most is a home ..."

An Cuo looked at the person opposite who was already in tears, and continued quietly, "I think there is also a person who loves me, who will greet me with care, treat me sincerely, and prepare meals every day for me to go back. ...when I'm sad, they cry with me...when I'm happy, they laugh with me..."

Chang Huan put down the jug, couldn't help getting up, walked over and hugged An Cuo in his arms, heartbroken, and said, "A Cuo, I'm sorry...I didn't know you had experienced this before..."

It turns out that the best comfort in this world is not to tell you blindly that everything will be fine.Rather, I am telling you that I am worse than you and have been through worse situations.

An Cuo got up from Chang Huan's arms, raised his eyes and said, "Today I told you about my childhood past, just to tell you, Chang Huan, family is not determined by blood, it is your choice... just Just like, I choose you to be my lover and my family... Murong Ji is your biological father, you can't change this fact, but you can still choose to treat him as a blood-related stranger, or It is to choose to accept him one day...this is not contradictory to you choosing Yang Yan to be your family..."

Chang Huan was silent for a while, she listened to An Wrong's words, and thought about it for a long time.

"I know...I know what to do..."

Knowing something and being able to do it are two different things.

An Cuo knew that Murong Ji's matter was not a simple substitution, but more complicated emotions were involved.

She understands Chang Huan's sensitivity better than anyone else.

And sensitive and sentimental people may not care about suffering, but they are more sober about emotions than anyone else, and they value the most.

No one grows up overnight.

There is no heart that has nowhere to rest, and lost confusion and hesitation in an instant.

A sensitive, soft and hot heart, after all, has to experience setbacks, sufferings and tortures before it can breed the mottled reflection called maturity.

Then we know that there are boats to cross the sea and feet to cross the mountains.

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The author has something to say:

@罗神阿已 used to be too bitter. . . emm, I told myself, these glass slags,,, are all over. . .

@师师 Welcome to leave a message and exchange more~ I like the names of both of you, hahaha~ Shishi and Luoshen, it’s beautiful to think about~ You can make up a new story. . .

BTW, I don't know what I wrote. . .The more I wrote, the more I found that I couldn't write anymore. . .I seem to be led by the nose by the people in the story. . .It's purely emotional~~