domestic violence man

In the fine sunlight, Tan Tian was taking out the things in the storage box one by one.

The soft light stranded on the small window in the storage room, and he stared at the books and documents at hand.

Jiang Yan once sat in the storage room, holding the signature pen tightly, looking at him with resentment, as if Tan Tian was asking him to do something extremely difficult.

He just educated him to be serious and rigorous when checking the report.

Tan Tianzheng himself didn't realize it, but when he thought of youth, he unconsciously raised the corners of his lips.

As if in memory, Jiang Yan at the beginning was always dissatisfied, rejected, and dissatisfied with all his arrangements.

Tan Tianzheng will teach him mercilessly, and even punish him very severely. Sometimes this punishment is on work, and sometimes it is on the body.

He likes to see the young man's struggling but succumbing to him, that kind of forbearance, which makes Tan Tianzheng always feel that Jiang Yan has been relying on him.

But I don't know when, when Jiang Yan's eyes full of resentment looked at him, they became cautious, mixed with a little shyness, that kind of hazy innocence seemed to wrap his whole heart tenderness.

He remembered, in a forest full of fluorescent lights.

Jiang Yan grabbed the front of his collar tightly with one hand, as if he was about to bite his tongue off nervously, his eyes were full of fluorescence, and at the same time, he was full of anticipation.

He remembered asking, "Uncle Tan, can I kiss you?"

Tan Tianzheng felt at a loss for the first time with such a humble gesture and that begging tone.

How did he answer?

He didn't seem to respond, he only turned his face to the side, avoiding the young man's injured expression.

At that time, he only thought of Jiang Yan as a playboy on the spur of the moment, and he didn't put much heart into it at all.

Only later did he know what the sadness that the young man showed from time to time, and the cautiousness when facing him represented.

Tan Tian is opening the stack of books he gave to the young man.

At the beginning, he knew that Jiang Yan could not understand all those books, but when he saw the look of expectation on the other party's face, he still agreed to his request.

At this time, he picked up the only Chinese book among them. It was a collection of poems, and it was the only one Jiang Yan could understand. The paper of the book was slightly worn, which showed that its owner had read it countless times.

No handwriting, no notes.

Just when Tan Tian was about to put the book down, he suddenly saw one of the pages, and Jiang Yan marked out a sentence with a signature pen.

"Why do you make me live until midsummer, but still miss early winter."

At that moment, Tan Tian seemed to see the young man sitting in front of the table, lazily resting his chin, and murmured in puzzlement: "Who is midsummer, and who is early winter?"

Tan Tianzheng felt a sudden pain in his heart, Jiang Yan's eyes, which were always full of doubts, were innocent and pure, not stained with a trace of dust.

There is nothing wrong with him, he just fell in love with someone who shouldn't be loved.

And he always ignores everything about the other party when he is not aware of it.

Tan Tian was closing the book, and sat in the chair exhaustedly. Janet outside the door heard the movement, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Tan, is this storage room still clean?"

Tan Tianzheng was stunned for a moment before responding: "Rearrange that assistant of yours, I want to be alone for a while, you go to work first."

Janet suddenly felt a little sad when she heard her boss's tired voice, so she quickly responded: "Alright Mr. Tan, I'll go to work first."

Before leaving, she thoughtfully closed the door of the storage room for Tan Tianzheng.

Dim light and shadow slipped through the door frame, and in the silent floor, there was only the sound of high heels going away. Tan Tian was sitting in the swivel chair, holding tightly the pen that the youth never left.

He is still like an unmoving, high-ranking emperor, but there seems to be something missing around him.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Jiang Yan dragged his tired body into the road leading to Jiang's mansion. The road in the villa area was dotted with lights, and the French windows of every house were filled with warm and bright lights.

Jiang Yan looked at those warm lights, feeling a sense of loneliness in his heart.

He stood in front of the Jiang family mansion, looking at the luxurious villa.

In the past, he didn't like to go home. Every time he stood here, he didn't have the desire to go in at all. As soon as he entered the door, there would be mother's nagging and endless quarrels with his father because of him.

He once felt that the family was impersonal, full of money, projects, companies...

But now, he really hopes to go back to the past, even if he is sitting on the sofa, listening to his parents arguing, even if his father scolds him a few more words, even if in their eyes, he will always be that useless son...

But he couldn't go back. His family, friendship, and even the unborn love were buried forever overnight.

Jiang Yan dropped the cigarette butt in his hand and stepped into the yard.

Slowly pushing the door open, I had already prepared that there would be no one at home, but a gentle female voice came from the living room: "Is the third brother back?"

Jiang Yan took two steps forward and saw his second sister Jiang Li sitting on the sofa peeling apples.

"Sister, why are you back? Have you dealt with the debt outside?"

Jiang Yan's eyes lit up, and he asked her.

"It's settled, the elder sister is staying with our mother in the hospital, and our mother has improved a lot... Come over and eat apples, I have stewed soup in the kitchen, you can drink some later..." Jiang Li waved his hand at his younger brother.

Looking at his sister's gentle smile, Jiang Yan felt a lump in his throat and was almost speechless.

He walked forward slowly, Jiang Li looked up at him, and then pulled him to sit beside her: "Look at you, how thin you have become these days..."

"Eat more in a while." Jiang Li looked at his younger brother's thin face with pity in his eyes.

"I... I thought there was no one at home..." Jiang Yan stared at her blankly, feeling like he was dreaming.

Jiang Li smiled: "Of course there must be someone at home, and there will always be someone..."

As she said that, she put down the apple-peeling knife: "Someone must guard this house."

Hearing what she said, Jiang Yan's vision blurred a bit.

Jiang Li turned his head and saw tears in his younger brother's eyes.

She let out a oops, and patted Jiang Yan's head: "You are so grown up, and you still cry."

As she spoke, she raised her hand to wipe Jiang Yan's tears, and seemed to smell something, raised her face and said, "Why does it still smell like cigarettes? Have you learned to smoke yet?"

"Let our dad know..." When she said this, she suddenly stopped her voice, and a bitter expression appeared on her pretty face.

Only in front of family members will the deepest vulnerability and pain be revealed.

Jiang Yan was silent for a moment, with a hint of crying in his voice: "Sister, I miss our dad..."

"Don't cry." Jiang Li held his hand tightly, her eyes were slightly red: "Now our family depends on our three siblings... No matter what, we can't lose father's face."

"He has worked hard all his life to leave us these things. We must keep this home for him..."