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Wei Junxing's tears almost fell, but he couldn't hold his head in pain with He Jingshuo in He Jingshuo's father's ward like this,

"Don't you still have me? If you haven't tried it, don't mention giving up again."

He gently wiped the tears from the corners of He Jingshuo's eyes,

"Although everything is still unclear, but now we have at least a glimmer of hope, everything is possible, don't think too much about it."

It was past ten o'clock in the evening when the two left the hospital. He Jingshuo drove all the way back to Fengshou Town, and it was already past eleven o'clock in the town.

He Jingshuo drove directly into Wei Junxing's residential area, and the lights were still on in the house on the third floor of Wei Junxing's house.

When they opened the door and went in, Mother Wei was still sitting on the sofa watching TV, waiting for them to come back.

He Jingshuo greeted him politely, his eyes were still red when he entered the door, Wei Junxing was afraid that his mother would be curious, so he hurriedly dragged him into his room.

Seeing that the two of them had finished their meal and came back well, Mother Wei felt relieved and went back to her room to rest.

Wei Junxing dragged He Jingshuo into the room. Anyway, he didn't want to review tonight, so he just wanted to make it clear to He Jingshuo.

Ever since He Jingshuo took Wei Junxing to meet his father, he has been in a bad mood and a little depressed. He was pulled and pushed on the bed by Wei Junxing, and his eyes widened immediately.

"Ah OK?"

Wei Junxing immediately stuck up, hugged him, and kissed the tip of his nose lightly,

"I'm not you, every day I look like I want to be dissatisfied."

He Jingshuo rolled his eyelids,

"I'm not in the mood for a joke."

Wei Junxing hugged him, put his mouth next to his ear, and said in a low voice,

"Not this, there is one more thing that you said last night when you were drunk."

"what?"

He Jingshuo raised his eyebrows, and his eyes widened even wider.

"What did I say?"

"You said the vixen killed the weasel, but you don't understand why he killed the weasel, so you think there is some kind of deal between the vixen and Wei Linggong."

He Jingshuo blinked his eyes. He didn't intend to tell Wei Junxing about this, but the world is unpredictable.

"and then?"

He Jingshuo looked at the indifferent expression on Wei Junxing's face, he didn't care as much as he thought.

Perhaps in Wei Junxing's world, it was just a simple episode, but he cared too much about it.

"It's because of loneliness, these are the original words of Wei Linggong. Loneliness made him choose to live with the weasel, but after the weasel really died, loneliness made him choose to kill the weasel."

Because of loneliness, the kind of loneliness that is not understood and cannot be warmed.

"Is that what Wei Linggong told you after he captured you? Was he explaining why the vixen betrayed the weasel when he trapped you in the hall all night?"

He Jingshuo wanted to know what happened that night in the vine-wrapped hall early in the morning, but before that, Wei Junxing always hesitated to say anything.

At that time, when he saw Wei Linggong coming out of the hall with disheveled clothes, he felt like he was going crazy. If Wei Junxing hadn't been in a coma, he couldn't have imagined what would happen.

Wei Junxing originally wanted to be honest with He Jingshuo, but the matter between Wei Linggong and him was too complicated, and he didn't want to talk about it, fearing that He Jingshuo would misunderstand again.

"Forget it, don't say it if you don't want to. It's rare to have a holiday tomorrow, and it's the Chinese New Year. Let's have a good rest."

He Jingshuo wanted to know, but was afraid of hearing answers he didn't want to hear. Seeing Wei Junxing's strange expression, he simply found a way for himself, and stifled his curiosity again.

Wei Junxing stretched out his hand to pull over the quilt, covered He Jingshuo, and sighed as if relieved from a heavy burden.

"Wei Linggong didn't have bad intentions, but the entanglement back then was too deep for him to let go of it for a while. There were too many things that happened during the period, and I couldn't explain it clearly for a while. I will tell you in detail later."

The next day was New Year's Eve, it was rare for Wei Junxing to go to bed early and get up late, and it was almost noon when he woke up in the morning.

Wei's mother's work unit was also on holiday, and she was busy cleaning up the house. Seeing that Wei Junxing and He Jingshuo had woken up, she ordered them to post couplets and help clean up.

He Jingshuo's company also had a holiday, and he didn't want to go back to Ningbian City these days, so he stayed at Wei Junxing's house.

Wei Junxing also indirectly mentioned the situation of He Jingshuo's family to his mother. Wei's mother has always been soft-hearted, and she agreed with He Jingshuo to stay at home for the New Year without even objecting, and she simply regarded He Jingshuo as her own. Son treats.

But Wei Junxing was still worried that Mother Wei would not be able to bear it when she found out about their relationship, and he also mentioned something insincerely, but Mother Wei didn't seem to think about that at all, so Wei Junxing had no choice but to give up.

At this time, Wei Junxing was holding on to the Spring Festival couplets, stepping on the stool and comparing to paste the Spring Festival couplets on the door frame.

He Jingshuo stood aside and helped him cut the scotch tape, cut it section by section, and handed it to Wei Junxing, who then pasted the Spring Festival couplets.

This year, Wei Junxing went to the hospital twice. When eating dumplings at night, Wei's father specially told Wei Junxing to get up early tomorrow morning, go to the temple on the mountain to burn incense, and pray to the Bodhisattva to bless the coming year.

Wei Junxing smiled wryly, and exchanged a helpless look with He Jingshuo.

Father Wei's eyes fell on He Jingshuo, then moved to Wei Junxing's face, staring at the two of them thoughtfully.

Wei Junxing picked up the dumplings in the bowl and talked to He Jingshuo about worshiping gods and burning incense in the temple. After eating, they sat on the sofa and chatted for a while, watching the Spring Festival Gala and eating fruits until after one o'clock in the morning.

Before they could lie down and sleep for a few hours, they were called up by Dad Wei again, and they went up the mountain to burn incense in the temple together.

To be honest, Wei Junxing didn't believe in these gods and monsters since he was a child, but after going through so many things with He Jingshuo, he has some beliefs.

Some things are really predestined. Although he was sent into that illusion because of He Jingshuo, it was because of Wei Linggong's obsession.

If He Yuda hadn't found Sinan back then, He Jingshuo hadn't been able to find Zhang Tianshi, and couldn't open that space, all of this would not have happened, and he and He Jingshuo would have never met each other, so what would his life trajectory be like?

Wei Junxing knelt on the futon in front of the temple, holding three sticks of incense, and squinted at He Jingshuo. He Jingshuo held the incense like him, and met his eyes silently through the rising white smoke.

Wei Junxing silently made a wish in his heart, hoping that He Jingshuo's father would wake up this year, so that He Jingshuo could regain family happiness.

He Jingshuo got up and inserted the incense into the incense burner, took out his mobile phone, and led Wei Jun out of the temple gate.

"Come on, let's take a photo, we have never been in the same frame."