Dead after eight years [rebirth]

The way Zhang Cian said these words was deeply imprinted in Cheng Shuibei's mind. He even remembered that he wanted to kiss Zhang Cian in emotion, but the future Professor Zhang restrainedly pushed him away.

At this time, Zhang Ci'an was seriously watching Cheng Shuibei who was caught in memories.

His expression was calm, his eyes unmoved, his usual desolate appearance, but his face still carried the youthful vigor that Cheng Shuibei could not ignore.

Facing Zhang Cian like this, Cheng Shuibei couldn't say something like "Your mother is dying, you have to study fires sooner or later".

The answer to that question was stuck in his throat, unable to move up and down, Cheng Shuibei couldn't breathe, and coughed several times.

When Mingming just left, Aunt Dou smiled at her.

When Dou Shuyi passed away, Cheng Shuibei vaguely remembered that he was still young, about ten years old, and had just come to Shao's house with his mother for a few years.

He Mingsui soon gave birth to Shao Jihua's son, and the whole family focused on the child. Cheng Shuibei ran away from home and was picked up by Zhang Ci'an, who was out walking his dog. Aunt Dou cooked for him and took him in. The Zhang family lived for a short time.

Later Zhang Ci'an went to Yunan to go to school, and Cheng Shuibei sometimes went to Zhang's house to play with Niu Niu, and Aunt Dou prepared delicious food for him every time.

Suddenly one day Aunt Dou was gone, and Zhang Ci'an, who was studying abroad, hurried back and didn't even see her mother for the last time.

It was a long time later that Cheng Shuibei, who had grown up, learned from Zhang Cian that Aunt Dou had died in a fire.

"What are you thinking?"

Cheng Shuibei's thoughts were called back by Zhang Ci'an, and he smiled awkwardly to cover up: "No...it's nothing."

Niu Niu ran back to Zhang Cian's side after having had enough fun, staring at the stranger beside the little master with her curious little eyes, still in a state of vigilance.

Zhang Ci'an put the dog leash back around Niuniu's neck, and it seemed that he was about to go back. He stood up and looked at Cheng Shuibei: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Why learn about fire, because my mother died in the fire.

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Shuibei suddenly realized a very important question. If Zhang Ci'an hadn't gone to Yunan to study in university this year, if he was still in Jiangshuo, would Dou Shuyi's fate be different?

Just like if he hadn't left his father and brother, would Cheng Wenqiu and Cheng Nan be safe?

If these things have tortured Cheng Shuibei for many years, when he looked at the young man in front of him, he suddenly felt that his trip was absurd.

He hurriedly got up and explained: "No...it's nothing, I just think it's a pity for you to repeat your score. I saw your interview in the newspaper, and I came here in a moment of impatience..."

Cheng Shuibei was trying to cover up what he said, the more he talked, the less he dared to look up at Zhang Ci'an, his eyes were evasive, and by accident, he met Niu Niu who was in the lower place.

Zhang Erniu still hated the flower thief, raised her paw, and stepped on the big toe of Cheng Shuibei's exposed sandals fiercely, whining triumphantly.

The dog's movement was noticed by the owner, and Zhang Ci'an pulled Niuniu back with a tight rope, interrupting Cheng Shuibei's words: "You chased here, do you think I made this decision because of you?"

Cheng Shuibei thought so in his heart because he slept with someone for no reason, so he dared not go out to go to college because of the psychological shadow, or because he felt that he owed others and wanted to leave compensation.

He was afraid that the change in Zhang Ci'an's life was because of himself.

Cheng Shuibei didn't reply after being interrupted, and was still stuck in the "what if" mood of self-torture until Zhang Ci'an spoke again.

Zhang Ci'an put on the coat that his mother chased out, adjusted his collar, and looked at the silent Cheng Shuibei: "Don't worry, I only make decisions based on my heart."

Not because of you.

Zhang Ci'an led the dog away, and Cheng Shuibei finally let out the breath that was stuck in his throat.

He looked at the man who was walking a long distance under the street lamp, his figure was tall and straight, and his steps were firm.

Cheng Shuibei shouted for no reason: "My name is Cheng Shuibei, remember to say hello next time we meet!"

The man stopped when he heard the sound, and left again after a while.

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When Cheng Shuibei walked out of Linjiang Bieyuan, it was already dark, the streets were deserted, and the last bus was gone.

In fact, he still has some money on him, so he can just find any hotel to sleep in, but thinking of the old man Zhang's promise to let Uncle Cheng stay at the door when he left, Cheng Shuibei would have to go back to the west of the city even if he left.

It was getting colder in August, and Jiangshuo was a city by the water. Cheng Shui was blowing a cool breeze from the north, and trekking all the way, it took two hours to walk home.

The door was ajar, Cheng Shuibei pushed it open and went in and saw that the lights in the corridor were still on, and there was a vaguely sitting and waiting figure in the main room.

Cheng Shuibei hurried into the room, where Cheng Wenqiu was staring out the window in a daze, holding an enamel teacup in his arms.

"Uncle Cheng, are you still asleep?"

Cheng Shuibei was a little embarrassed. He thought he would be back soon, but it turned out that he made his father wait until this late.

Cheng Wenqiu handed the enamel teacup filled with warm water to Cheng Shuibei: "Wait for you, why did you come back so late, let's drink some water first."

The cup still had a man's body temperature on it. Cheng Shuibei took it seriously, drank half of the teapot in one gulp, wiped the corners of his mouth after drinking the water, and returned the teapot embarrassedly.

"Going to meet a friend, I was delayed on the way and kept you waiting for so long... Uncle Cheng, you should go to bed too."

The table was covered with dense medicine bottles and jars, the old TV was buzzing and there was no show, Cheng Wenqiu sat there all night, not knowing what he was thinking, even after Cheng Shuibei entered the door, he was still facing each other. Out of the window in a daze.

Cheng Shuibei drank the water and was about to leave. Cheng Wenqiu didn't seem to want to go to bed. He stared blankly at the TV and continued to be in a daze. He had no choice but to call "Uncle Cheng" again.

Cheng Wenqiu lost his mind at this moment, and hurriedly got up to send Cheng Shuibei off: "Ah, uncle is also sleepy, so go to sleep, you close the courtyard door later, and cover Cheng Nan's stomach when you go back to the house, he is greedy for cold Don't freeze. Go to sleep."

Father has become more and more prone to trance recently.

It was already late at night, and he had to get up early tomorrow to go to work at the newsstand. Cheng Shuibei had no time to think and was going to bed.

He locked the courtyard door and washed his face in the courtyard. He waited for the lights in the main room to go out before returning to Cheng Nan's room.

The fan creaked and shook its head and blew wildly, Cheng Nan lay sprawled on the bed, the blanket had been kicked to some corner.

Cheng Shuibei covered his brother with a blanket, and lay down next to Cheng Nan comfortably and contentedly.

Cheng Shuibei decided to believe if.