domestic violence man

Jiang Yan listened to his sister's words, and held Jiang Li's hand in silence for a moment: "I see, sister."

"But don't be too tired... When you can't hold on, there will be me and Jiang Yan..."

Jiang Li has seen the changes in his younger brother these days, and he is both gratified and very worried.

If a child of a wealthy family can grow to this level overnight, then no one else can see what he has experienced.

Only their two sisters would feel distressed.

"I understand." Jiang Yan nodded, his clear eyes were full of firmness instead of the usual laughter.

Jiang Li smiled: "Okay, the soup in the pot should be almost done, sister will serve it for you now."

"Ah."

The siblings had dinner under the warm orange light, and Jiang Yan was about to go upstairs to rest, and was about to go back to his bedroom, when Jiang Li, who was washing the dishes, stopped him again: "By the way, our father's farewell ceremony It has been postponed for a few days, and the time is set for next Friday, our mother... also wants to send my father off..."

Jiang Li said, with tears in his eyes again: "The doctor said she will be discharged from the hospital next Thursday."

Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I see, then I'll go back to my room and sleep."

"Go quickly." Jiang Yan wiped his hands and went to tidy up the dishes.

Jiang Yan stood on the stairs and stared at the second sister for a moment, then walked slowly to his bedroom.

It was still the familiar layout, the furniture was the same as before, even the gold velvet blanket on his bed was neatly placed as before.

But standing in the bedroom again, the mood of the people standing here is different from before.

Jiang Yan looked at the rows of photos placed on the headboard of the bed, including those of him and his parents, some of him and his two older sisters, and more, of himself, from the time he was in elementary school until now.

Looking at those photos, Jiang Yan immediately recalled many things from the past.

Those fathers are still there, and the Jiang family's heyday, he thought about it, and then showed a smile.

Then, he took out a crumpled photo from his pocket.

It was a photo he secretly took and developed behind his back.

The photo was taken in a certain afternoon, he and Tan Tian were in the office, and he was looking at the documents absently.

Tan Tianzheng had sat across from him and lectured him, saying that he was not careful, not serious, and uneducated, anyway, he used the worst words to scold him.

Jiang Yan didn't dare to speak, so he could only listen obediently.

But after cursing and cursing, Tan Tianzheng stopped, and after a while, Jiang Yan dared to raise his head. When he looked up, he found that Tan Tianzheng was leaning on the swivel chair and fell asleep on his side.

Normally, a man's eyebrows and eyes are always cold and indifferent, but after sleeping soundly, they are a little softer.

In the twilight of the sun, he looked at it, then unconsciously stepped forward, leaned on Tan Tianzheng's legs, and carefully stroked the man's face.

Recalling that moment, Jiang Yan actually felt that there was a kind of piety in his heart.

He secretly took out his phone, turned it to silent, and took such a photo.

For him, the most precious photo.

Farewell to death is painful, but what is more tormenting is separation from birth.

He clearly knows that that person is still there, but he will never see or touch him again. He still loves him, but he can only take out the only photo in the dead of night, look at it and think about it over and over again.

"You said... how could I fall in love with you..."

Jiang Yan looked at the photo, and poked the man's face twice with his fingers, with a crying and laughing expression on his face.

In fact, he wanted to throw this photo away countless times, or tear it up.

That's why the photo paper looks so worn out.

But when he thought that this was the only thing he thought about a man, he couldn't bear it.

Jiang Yan looked at it for a long time before he clipped the photo paper into one of the photo frames on the bedside counter.

Then he walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, stared at himself in the mirror, and suddenly recalled the night when Tan Tianzheng gave him the bracelet, he acted like a baby to the man outside the door in the bathroom.

I was half scared and half ashamed.

The man brought him a towel, and he stood under the shower, looking at Tan Tianzheng with misty eyes.

Full of love and attachment.

Later, he thought about it for a long time. In the middle of the night, in the office, in the forest of fireflies, he thought, that's fine, as long as he can be with a man, it doesn't matter how he feels about himself.

But he never thought that his mind would be exposed in such an embarrassing posture.

Looking back now, he wanted to slap himself twice.

But now, Jiang Yan knew that he was awake.

In addition to knowing how to love others, people need to know how to treat themselves well.

If he didn't even want his dignity, he might be looked down upon by men even more... Jiang Yan looked at the mirror, smiled self-deprecatingly, then walked under the shower, and slowly unbuttoned his clothes.

There was a faint sound of water in the bathroom, and Jiang Yan cherished this night very much, because tonight he could be at home, lying on his bed, and sleep peacefully.

Although tomorrow, he will face more work and challenges.

But at least this night was a little easier.

After he walked out of the bathroom, he hugged the man's photo, buried himself in the blanket, and fell asleep peacefully.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, in the corridor of the second grade of Zhimeng Primary School, a little girl with ponytails was crying, tightly holding onto Yantong's dress and not letting go.

"Teacher Yan, why are you leaving...! Why are you leaving..." Luo Chaai blinked her big teary eyes, and her voice became hoarse from crying.

Yan Tong squatted down in sadness and embarrassment, and touched the little girl's face: "Be good... don't cry... teacher, teacher is going back to his hometown... take care of your mother..."

"Why...why..."

The world of children is pure and simple. For them, leaving is leaving, and all excuses are not excuses.

Luo Chang'ai cried loudly, turning a deaf ear to Yan Tong's words, and only asked over and over again.

Seeing the child's face turning red from crying, Yan Tong felt extremely uncomfortable. He lowered his head and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then looked at another female teacher behind Luo Jiangai: "Teacher Yu, Xiao Ai, this child is delicate...and sensitive. ...From now on, she will be entrusted to you to take care of her..."

The female teacher smiled and nodded: "Of course, as a teacher, I hope that children will grow up well."

Hearing what she said, Yan Tong finally let go of the stone in her heart, and then she pinched Luo Jiangai's chubby little hand, and told her softly: "The teacher is leaving, remember...study hard...eat well, listen to Dad If so, do you know?"

"Hmm... um..." Luo Chaai's face was full of tears, and she looked at her pitifully.

Yan Tong hesitated for a long time, and finally stood up: "Remember to give the letter from the teacher to your father."

After hastily leaving this sentence, Yan Tong turned and left, not daring to look into Luo Chang'ai's eyes, let alone hear her cry.

Sure enough, as soon as she left quickly, Luo Jiangai began to cry loudly again. The heart-piercing cry echoed throughout the corridor, making Teacher Yu's heart also tugged.

"Xiao Ai...it's cold outside, let's go back to the classroom with the teacher..."

"We went to the classroom to play games with the children..."

Teacher Yu hugged the crying little girl distressedly, coaxed her softly for a long time, and finally brought her back to the classroom.