domestic violence man

Jiang Yan stood in front of the door, and through the moonlight, he had a slight glimpse of the whole study.

The decoration and layout are very simple, with carved wooden tables, bookcases, old-fashioned lamps, record players, etc., but they are very clean and spotless, and you can tell that they are often cleaned.

Jiang Yan closed the door lightly, then turned around, and the photos on the desk attracted his attention.

He raised his foot and slowly approached the desk, but there was a voice in his heart telling him not to look at it... Jiang Yan frowned and shook his head, shaking the slight voice out of his mind, then slowly stretched out his hand and reversed the photo on the desk come over.

With handsome eyebrows and dark brown hair, a few strands of dark brown hair are scattered on the forehead. The young man in the photo looks like he is only in his early 20s. He is dressed very plainly, with a white shirt tied in black cotton linen trousers. Optical illusion of old photos from the 70s.

He stood by the vine trellis, his smile was as bright as the sun.

In the lower right corner of the photo, it is marked: "[-], taken in New York, USA."

"My love, August."

Looking at the young man's face in the photo that was [-]% similar to his own, Jiang Yan's fingertips trembled slightly.

He put down the photo, walked around to the retro table, opened the drawer, and the contents inside further proved his guess.

Dozens of diaries, and a bracelet next to the diaries.

It made Jiang Yan feel as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

That bracelet is not as valuable as his wrist, but the exact same shape and engraved words are enough to make Jiang Yan fearful, even the halo emitted by the moonlight is the same. Soft and nostalgic, as if thinking of someone every moment.

He opened the heavy diary, and the strong and powerful pen fonts came into view.

"Today, when I came back from school, I saw him standing by the vine trellis. The weather in New York is very sunny. This is a good weekend..."

"He waved at me and called young master softly. I saw the beads of sweat on his forehead. Under the sunlight, they were as crystal clear as his eyes..."

"It's another weekend today, and I don't know how his research is going. From early in the morning, I saw that he was a little depressed. Little Angus and I made him happy, and he barely smiled."

"The oak tree in the school grows very well, with luxuriant branches. When I touched his lips, I found that there was a little smell of grass. Thanks to these leaves, it hid him."

Dozens of diaries were recorded in [-], but they stopped abruptly, and when they were turned back, there was only a blank space.

He found an old photo in the last diary.

The color is black and white, and the photo shows two people, both wearing black suits and white shirts, holding hands and kissing each other under the oak tree.

And the handsome young man, with a contented smile on his lips, held the very precious bracelet in Jiang Yan's heart.

Jiang Yan understood everything in an instant, no wonder the man looked at him with nostalgia, as if looking at something else through him.

He forced him to read books that he didn't like, just to imprint other people's marks on him. His inseparableness and tenderness that he showed from time to time were not for him, but through him, looking for another kind of love. comfort.

However, he doesn't even have the right to be jealous, Shi Guanmo is really outstanding.

He is a doctoral student in an American university. He can ride horses, brew wine, and know many things that Jiang Yan doesn't even know. He even created his own technology product and gave it to Tan Tianzheng as a birthday present.

He won't be like him, always clumsy, relying on men to teach everything.

He works hard and will not be ignorant like him, causing trouble for men everywhere.

He lives in the man's memory, so that no one else can leave a trace in Tan Tianzheng's heart, and more importantly, he has occupied the man's time for nearly ten years.

Jiang Yan closed the memories of the past, and finally realized clearly that this war had already been completely defeated before it even started.

Walking out of the study in a daze, Jiang Yan wiped off the tears on his face, and sat in front of Tan Tianzheng's bedroom door for a whole night.

In the early morning of the next day, Tan Tianzheng habitually groped around, but he didn't touch the young man's gentle body. He opened his eyes and saw that there was no one beside the bed, so he sat up and walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as he stepped out of the bedroom door, the aroma of bread and milk came to his face. Tan Tianzheng was slightly relieved when he saw Jiang Yan who was pouring milk in the kitchen.

"Why did you get up so early?" He leaned against the door frame and asked.

The young man who was making oatmeal turned around and smiled at him: "Uncle Tan, you're up...I'm making you breakfast..."

Tan Tian was looking at his face, and suddenly stepped forward, slightly raised his chin and looked at him: "Why are the eye sockets so red?"

Jiang Yan was dazed for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "Maybe it's because I didn't have a good rest last night, so I'm fine."

Then he lowered his eyes, and asked cautiously: "Uncle Tan, I don't want to go to the company today...Can I ask for leave?"

"What? Are you feeling unwell?" Tan Tianzheng put down his hands and picked up the milk cup on the cabinet.

"Hmm... my body hurts a bit." Jiang Yan blushed slightly, seeing that the man didn't respond, he quickly said: "Uncle Tan, don't worry, I will study hard at home and study hard."

Tan Tianzheng looked at him trembling and felt a little uncomfortable, so he said in a deep voice: "It's just a day off, it doesn't matter, you have a good rest."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left the kitchen with the milk cup in his hand. Jiang Yan looked at the man's back with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

At the same time, New Zealand in the southern hemisphere has entered autumn.

The leaves of the deciduous trees begin to turn colorful, and the coastal city of Auckland, known as the "City of Sails", is full of autumn atmosphere.

Outside the harbor, there are scattered islands like pearls, and the clear water reflects the outline of the entire city.

In a room of a building, a handsome man looked at the photo on the desktop, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"Mr. Luo, why did you even buy Luo Ran's photos at a high price?"

The black-clothed bodyguard standing next to Luo Bin asked puzzledly.

Luo Bin glanced at him from the side, her eyes showed a bit of sternness, without the slightest look of a playboy in normal times.

"Buy them all, and be prepared." He said eight words lightly, and waved at the bodyguard again.

"Yes." The bodyguard immediately understood and left the room.

Luo Bin looked at the two groups of photos on the table, and lit a cigarette anxiously.

He picked up another group of photos, and looked at the young people in the photos through the smog.

The young man's face was blushing, his clothes were wide open, and he was firmly pressed against the tree trunk by the man. The shooting distance was very far, and the camera was pulled very close, and he could only clearly see the expression of joy mixed with pain on the young man's face. Besides, Nothing else.