The president regretted after the poor little left

I wrote down a lot here and there, and Feng Yixiao didn't dare to read any more after reading only a few pages, feeling cold all over his body.

Qingyan is An Luo's grandfather, where is Jun'er?An Jun, is An Luo's father?

Does An Luo know these things?Will the old man let An Luo know?If the old man wanted An Luo to know, when would he tell An Luo?

while dying.

Memories from a few years ago came to mind in an instant. When he asked An Luo to go to the private club that day, An Luo's face was not right, and he told him about the death of the old man, and what he was doing, he was showing his most embarrassing side. In front of An Luo's eyes, let An Luo watch the person he likes helplessly, and be intimate with others.

What was An Luo's mood at the time?He couldn't imagine, and didn't dare to imagine, just this thought was enough to overwhelm him. If he saw An Luo lingering with someone else, he would go crazy and couldn't help beating that person to death.

The pendant in his pocket seemed to be heating up. He tremblingly took out the gray pendant and put it in his palm, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

"It's just such a small gadget that doesn't take up space, and I didn't take it away with me."

"Did I forget, or don't want to..."

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A good-looking young man came to the impoverished island, but the young man was reticent. There were a few girls of the same age nearby who only dared to stand outside the door secretly to watch, but did not dare to approach.

An Luo didn't care about the gazes of those people, and stood alone on the balcony of the small second-floor building, put away the quilts that had been drying during the day, and entered the house.

The house has been empty for many years, and many places need to be repaired. He has not been idle for more than half a month since he came back. He has been cleaning up the house for a long time, and finally he has the prototype of a home.

He sat on the bed, looked out the window at noon but the sky was overcast, and muttered, "Why is it going to rain again?"

During the rainy season, it is even more humid here.

As soon as the voice fell, it began to rain outside, and the raindrops crackled on the window and floated into the house.

He got up to close the window, glanced out of the corner of the eye inadvertently, the two or three peeping girls who had gathered there had disappeared, but he could see a part of her clothes looming in the corner.

An Luo froze for a moment. The people there seemed to have sensed something, and walked out from the corner, looking up at him with determination in their eyes.

An Luo was not surprised by Feng Yixiao's appearance, but he didn't express anything. He closed the window and went back to the bedroom, without looking downstairs again.

Feng Yixiao looked at the person who disappeared on the balcony, the light of hope in his eyes gradually dimmed.

The rain ran down the tail of his hair, scratched his face, and wet his clothes. He stood in the rain like a drowned chicken, ridiculous and embarrassed.

The bodyguard handed him an umbrella to protect him from the rain, "Mr. Feng, let someone smash the door."

For more than half a month, Feng Yixiao has been working tirelessly to find out An Luo's location, and he finally has a sign. Regardless of the weather, he directly sent someone to come here by boat, and his life was lost.

Feng Yixiao shook his head, "No, I'll wait for him here."

The bodyguard hesitated.

It was raining too much, and the people inside obviously didn't intend to let them in. They didn't have a car here, so if they were waiting outside, they would definitely get into trouble.

He said, "Mr. Feng, I'll find you a homestay. You rest first. We'll wait here. When Mr. An opens the door, I'll tell you right away."

Feng Yixiao didn't speak, and went into the yard on his own, sat down on the door of An Luo's house, and said stubbornly, "I'll just wait here."

He didn't believe that An Luo would not open the door for him.

Seeing this, the bodyguard sighed helplessly.

The employer was carried by the rain, and they had no choice but to accompany him, but he firmly believed that Feng Yixiao would ask to force the door to be broken open in a short time. After all, Feng Yixiao has always had a bad temper, and what he lacks most is patience.

It was just a wooden door, and none of them could kick it open with one kick.

He thought so, but waited and waited, it was dark, the rain stopped, and the door was always closed.

Feng Yixiao only felt chills in his body, and the sleepiness made his eyelids twitch.

"Mr. Feng, your complexion is not quite right, you seem to have a fever."

Feng Yixiao smiled wryly, "He doesn't even come to see me when he has a fever."

Just as he was talking, there was a sudden "click" sound from the door behind him, and all of Feng Yixiao's drowsiness was dispelled by this sound. He stood up abruptly, as if he had been beaten, and looked at him excitedly. An Luo, who was standing at the door, had a lot to say, but when he stood in front of An Luo, seeing those indifferent eyes, he suddenly became speechless and couldn't say a word.

He always felt that something had changed in An Luo, which made him flustered. Those eyes used to be able to see what was on his mind, but now, they were completely cold to the bone.

An Luo asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

Feng Yixiao's lips moved slightly, but the words in his heart couldn't come out. He scratched his head, took out the pendant with some irritability, and asked dryly, "You... what do you mean?"

This question made people puzzled, Feng Yixiao hated himself for being stupid for a while, but he didn't know how to say it a second time.

An Luo glanced over the pendant, and said calmly, "No more."

The faint three words poured down from the top of his head like a bucket of ice water, which completely chilled Feng Yixiao's heart. When he came, he was so excited in front of these three words, it was like a joke.

He was furious and said loudly, "What do you mean no more?! Tell me the fuck!"

What don't you want?Do you want the pendant, or do you want him? !

An Luo looked at him quietly, and repeated, "If you don't want it, you don't want it, just throw it away."

Feng Yixiao looked at him with red eyes, the blood in his chest seemed to be sealed by a glacier at this moment, something seemed to be blocked in his throat, and his eyes were sore and hot.

His hands were shaking, and he stubbornly stuffed the pendant into An Luo's palm, his voice was no longer as steady as before.

"Your own things, if you want to throw them away, you throw them away."

His eyes were tightly locked on An Luo's body, waiting for the moment when An Luo's heart softened, but the result almost broke him.

An Luo raised his hand without hesitation, so fast that he had no time to stop him, he could only watch helplessly as the pendant he regarded as a treasure turned into a parabola and threw it far away.

With a sound of "ding", the pendant rolled to the iron door, broke into several pieces, and lay on the ground like garbage.

"It's over, you can go."

An Luo's indifferent voice was the fuse that ignited Feng Yixiao's last reason.

Feng Yixiao roared, "An Luo!"

He slammed down An Luo's shoulder and pressed him against the door, his eyes tearing open.

"You fucking dare to throw, you fucking dare to throw!"

"Don't you like me? How dare you throw the thing I gave you?! You have treasured that thing for so many years, how can you just throw it away! I was downstairs in the rain for hours, how the hell did you You don’t want to even look at me! An Luo, is your heart made of iron?!”

"Do you think that I will let you go when the three-year contract you said is up? Don't even think about it! I was killed by you. How can this mere three years be enough to compensate me! You owe Mine, you'll never know it in your life!"

He has no sense at all, like a madman driven to a corner.

He has suffered for so long and regretted it for so long, so it turned out that he was all self-indulgent!

An Luo looked at him who was furious, and laughed mockingly, "Then what should I do? Then let my life end early."

Feng Yixiao only felt that there was something wrong with these words. He looked at An Luo and asked, "You... what do you mean?"

An Luo said, "If you hate me, then kill me, or I will kill myself, no matter what, I will never return to the life of those three years."

"I used to like you, so what? The past is over, and I won't like you in the future. From the moment I left, I said goodbye to my former self."

"That An Luo who likes you committed suicide long ago under your humiliation again and again."

He wanted to make up for what he owed Feng Yixiao, so what about others who owed him?Who will compensate?

He has been too tired all his life, and he seems to live only to pay off his debts. If that is the case, then why should he stay in the world.

When he returned here, he never thought about leaving, and he had long since lost his so-called hope.

He didn't feel much about Feng Yixiao's arrival.

Most of Feng Yixiao's sanity has returned, he looked at An Luo in a daze, and said in a trembling voice, "You..." Do you really not like me...

He didn't have the courage to ask this sentence, he was afraid of getting the answer he was most afraid of.

He sipped his lips and said in a deep voice, "Your father's matter, you..."

An Luo said, "I know."

Feng Yixiao asked, "When?"

"When the old man died."

An Luo's answer was exactly what Feng Yixiao had in mind.

Recalling the stupid things he did that day, Feng Yixiao only felt that his lips seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, "Why didn't you tell me?"

An Luo's words shattered all the hope in his heart, "Tell you, let you say something obscene about my father's death and my grandfather's matter?"

Feng Yixiao only felt his heart tremble, "Is this what I am in your heart? Would you laugh at something you cherish?"

An Luo said, "Yes."

Feng Yixiao's voice was choked up and out of tune, "So you pretended to be these things by yourself and endured it for three years?"

"Yes."

Feng Yixiao pursed his lips and looked at him hurt.

He didn't know what kind of image he was in An Luo's heart now, and what kind of changes An Luo's heart had made towards him in the past three years.

Everything in the past three years is so unbearable in retrospect.

In order to attract An Luo's attention and stir up An Luo's emotions, he seemed to have really become a heinous person, promiscuous, cold-blooded and mean, making himself feel strange.

The hand holding An Luo's shoulder slowly slipped and wrapped around An Luo's waist, his voice trembling, "I'm sorry, I'm not that kind of person."

An Luo closed his eyes, and said wearily, "I'm too lazy to see clearly."