lover relationship

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Sang Qin looked at him in shock.

Seeing him, Sang Ye smiled, waved his hand and said, "You pretend I didn't say anything."

Sang Qin looked at his young and well-proportioned son, and suddenly seemed to be able to see the wrinkles on his face, and felt sad unconsciously. Up to now, he was still sighing for his sorrow, and defended himself in a low voice: "I have so many things that I have to do. ..."

Sang Ye smiled: "Why don't you ask how Bai Tinghe is doing?"

Sang Qin didn't want to mention her, so he just asked casually: "How is she?"

"There is a scar on the brow bone and five stitches," Sang Ye bit his cigarette, took the scarlet light off his lips, and exhaled a handful of smoke into the night, "Sang Qin, don't you ever think about it?" Do you want others to treat you well?"

Sang Qin looked at his son vigilantly: "What do you want? Want to get revenge on me for your mother's affairs? I heard some rumors from Bai Tinghe, do you have evidence?"

Sang Ye looked at him indifferently and didn't speak. Sang Qin tremblingly held a cigarette in his mouth, sparks popped out of the lighter "chacha" but his hands were shaking so that he couldn't light the cigarette. Sang Qin threw it on the ground, squatted down and hugged his head: "What do I have?" Method!"

Sang Qin screamed in dismay: "Have you seen your mother's eyes? Have you seen the kind of high expectations for you in her eyes? I'm just an ordinary person who can't do anything! I'm ashamed of her! I'm ashamed of her! When she left France and came to Suhe, everything was ruined! I can't do what she expects, I really... just can't do it..."

Sang Qin burst into tears, bumped his head against the car door next to him, and looked at his son with an extremely complicated expression: "I haven't been evaluated for a professional title, I have no connections, and I am not a teacher who is loved by students in the school. With such a little money, I use What to compare with your mother, and what to compare with the family background behind her? Get a dead salary or sell a few broken books for twenty yuan? Am I worthy!"

Sang Qin looked at Sangye's throat and laughed strangely: "Even you think I'm not worthy, everyone thinks I'm not worthy, everyone is watching my jokes! Everyone thinks that marrying her It is my great fortune!"

Sang Qin showed frightened eyes from between his fingers: "How dare I... Marrying me is her greatest...sorrow."

Sang Ye's fingers were burned by the exhausted smoke, and he curled up his hands slightly.

Sang Qin looked up calmly: "The thing I regret the most in my life is meeting your mother in France."

Sang Ye's upper and lower teeth were shaking, he clenched his teeth suddenly and punched him out, Sang Qin was beaten by him lying on the car and laughed strangely: "And you! Regret——"

Sang Ye punched him in the face again, smashing the last half of his sentence into a broken tooth that vomited blood.

"—I regret giving birth to you!"

In midsummer, the plums are soaked in salt water, and when picked up, they are still dripping, sweet and sour.

The woman's slender hands matched the crystal clear dew perfectly, she bit the fruit into her lips and tongue, then picked up another one and stuffed it into his mouth, squinting and smiling at her son's sore frown.

Her smile is always so beautiful, so pure and brave, supporting the backbone of a family with her thin neck.

Holding her son's hand, she led him through the streets and alleys, the market and the morning light, the shouts of the vegetable sellers, a few pieces of muddy water on the ground, her gently rippling pure white and clean cotton skirt, which was spotlessly worn. After passing the vegetable market, the smell of raw meat and fish, and the strange fragrance of fruits and vegetables.

She smiled and bargained with people, and her voice was gentle and calm. She never got angry with anyone, and never complained about life.

Sang Ye punched down, and the blood spattered was like mud thrown on a white dress.

Sang Qin struggled, but he was already old, and he was no match for Sang Ye's hand strength.

Sang Ye didn't even know how many times he had punched him, and he couldn't hear his own cursing voice clearly. Blood red and pitch black were mixed in the chaos, and a 12-year-old child stood there blankly.

Sang Qin's eye sockets were cracked and bleeding, and his eyes were red. He was frightened and called for help, shouting out of shape: "Help!"

Sang Ye couldn't hear it at all, he just wanted to punch down mechanically, smashing everything in the past to pieces, the image of being shackled and imprisoned in his mind had already sounded the alarm, but his body seemed to just want to vent as if he was not ordered.

He had nothing anyway.

Anyway...he shouldn't have been born.

Sang Qin's cheeks were swollen and red and purple, his hands rested on the hood of the car and trembled, unable to say anything, he slid down, screaming in despair when Sang Ye raised his arms high!

Sang Ye's rationality only made him pause for just a moment, and then he fell, and the broken string screamed-"A Ye!"

Immediately afterwards, Sang Ye was hit hard and hit the ground straight, a black shadow hugged him tightly, strangled his armpits and dragged him away from Sang Qin.

"Let me go!" Sang Ye tried to kick him away, "Let me go! Let me kill him! Let me kill him!"

The people behind tightly hugged his waist and shoulders, groaned under his elbows, and whispered his name in his ears: "Sangye, Sangye!"

"Let go of me—!" Sang Ye couldn't let go of his clenched fist at all, his finger bones were torn and stained with his and Sang Qin's blood.

"No!" The person behind didn't let go at all, lowered his voice, and comforted calmly, "Ah Ye! Shhh—quiet, quiet, Ah Ye..."

The siren sounded loudly from across the street, and the police were called out by Sang Qin's scream, the chaotic footsteps and orders, and the siren of the ambulance sounded again tonight.

Sang Ye's eyes were blurred, and when Lin Chen wiped it behind him, he realized that it was full of tears.

"Relax... relax a little, Ah Ye, take a deep breath..." Lin Wei abruptly opened his clenched fist, and there were four pinched bloodstains embedded in his palm.

Lin Wei turned him to himself and pressed his forehead, guiding him: "Aye, take a deep breath...like me..."

His chest was humming and heaving, and Sang Ye loosened the strength in his hands, and he took him in and out, and suddenly he knelt down powerlessly on the ground, his arms were shaking.

Lin Wei caught him in time, staggered slightly, and squatted in front of him.

Holding his face with tears in his hands, Lin Wei regretted it and felt distressed. The heart that had been missing in his chest for a year and a half was so painful that it made people panic.

Sang Ye looked at him with his eyes open, but there was no focus in his eyes, he just unconsciously called out his name: "... Lin... Chen?"

"...It's me." Lin Wei held the back of his neck between his fingers, and pressed his forehead against his forehead, as if trying to drive away his sadness.

Sang Ye couldn't support it with all his strength, and fell on his shoulders.

Like a nightingale standing on a branch of a rose tree, resting.

The nightingale in Oscar Wilde's fairy tale dyed the white rose red with her heart's blood. It sang praises all night, and then died, dropping its wings and becoming a small corpse.

In reality, Lin Wei hugged his back to comfort him, and the blood on Sang Ye's hands stained his clothes.

The coat was draped over Sang Ye's shoulders, and there was only a white shirt inside, which stained the cinnabar mole on his waist.

Sang Ye seemed to have regained his memory, and said in a hoarse voice, "You came very late."

"..." Lin Wei didn't speak, and rubbed the ends of his hair soothingly.

The sides of the hood of the car under the street lamp were slightly deformed, and the blood splattered was like a cold, mundane malice. When he raised his eyes and fell into the dazzling light, spots of light flashed in front of his eyes, like a sporadic snowfall .

Sang Ye has heard all the things that Sang Qin himself admitted about the past.

Hearing his wailing for help, hearing his agony of struggling in the abyss for decades, hearing his mediocre sorrow and ridiculous and sad thoughts.

Such a person is his father.

Sang Ye suddenly took a deep breath, and the air stuck in his chest seemed to have a shape, blocked, choked, and turned into a weak cry.

His heart is full of thorns, and the child inside has been trapped for too long, and the ghost follows him like a shadow, devouring his life like a ghost.

The child curled up on the ground in layers of petals, red and white, petals, tender buds sprouting from his tiny, dying body, nourishing the flowers with his blood.

He fell to the ground, and Lin Wei knelt in front of him. The shadows blocked him, blocked those unrestrained probing eyes, and blocked other eyes who wanted to dissect and analyze him. A safe harbor is built in the deep darkness.

As Kuwano once said, they never belonged to the light.

The change tonight almost caught everyone by surprise. Sang Ye was invited back into the interrogation room, and the light hit his face, reflecting his rebelliousness after wiping away his tears.

"Why did you fight as soon as you got out of the police station?" The policeman frowned, "What's your relationship with Sang Qin?"

Sang Ye laughed: "Didn't you all know when I took him out of the police station?"

"Answer again."

"..." Sang Ye turned cold, "Father and son."

"Why did you attack your father? Do you know what happened in the hospital? You sent your father to the emergency room with your own hands. You almost beat him to death! Do you still have a conscience?"

Sang Ye replied quite calmly: "No."

"You!" The policeman glared at him.

Sang Ye shrugged: "If you know what he said to me at that time, maybe you should pay attention to other places. In fact, my conscience has lost its inheritance from my parents."

Another interrogation policeman grabbed the irritable one and asked in a deep voice, "What did Sang Qin say?"

Sang Ye crossed his legs and sat with his hands clasped on his knees. He was sitting in a rather lazy posture, and he showed a very clear alienation and rejection: "This is the reason why I am sitting here. He admitted to me that he laundered money and accepted bribes." , Misappropriation of company funds."

The policemen who handled the case frowned: "Tell me in detail."

Sang Ye said to himself: "I hit him because he admitted that he is Zhang Deming's concubine."

"Zhang Deming?"

"It's the one who made a big splash on the Internet some time ago, the mayor of Suhe City seven years ago, Zhang Deming." Sang Ye is very organized, like a cunning fox who has come to life." Sang Qin personally admitted the relationship between him and Zhang Deming That kind of relationship, and told me that the fire accident in Qingfengyuan seven years ago was not an accident. The duplex floor was cut corners at the beginning of the construction. They set a fire and the whole building collapsed. They burned Zhang Deming for compensation of 300 [-]."

Sang Ye sat on the chair as if sitting at a business negotiation table, and he looked like two people just now kneeling on the ground and crying.

Sang Ye: "Why Sang Qin sent Bai Tinghe to the hospital is because Bai Tinghe knew about his private relationship with Zhang Deming."

Sang Ye retracted his jaw slightly, the shadow cast by the light on his face appeared three-dimensional and dim.

The past of seven years of silence was pulled out, and the tomb of the flower field in his heart was shoveled open, revealing the dense bones inside.

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