Tang Yichen turned his head coldly, grabbed Jiulong's clothes and punched him up.
Jiulong did not fight back, holding Tang Yichen's leg, "Miss Wen died to save you. She must not want to see you like this."
"She won't die." Tang Yichen pushed Jiulong away forcefully, making a gesture to get tools.
"She died, the warmth died, and she will never come back."
Jiulong shouted heartbreakingly, Tang Yichen's movements stiffened, and he turned his head in a daze.
died? The warmth is dead
Tang Yichen knelt to the ground all of a sudden, watching the calm sea, tears falling down.
Jiulong's eye sockets moistened, so did you cry? For the first time he saw a young man cry in front of so many people.
"Warm..." Tang Yichen stubbornly grasped the floor with both hands, all his nails were broken off, and the rain wiped off the blood stains on the ground.
Everyone bowed their heads and looked at each other...
I searched for work for three days, but still couldn't find warmth.
After searching for many days, Tang Yichen kept himself in the room for as long as possible.
In the end, everyone withdrew back, and the result was a foregone conclusion.
Morphy stood at the door, worried, and took the key to open the door.
Tang Yichen refused to open the door, so Murphy had to take the key to open the door by himself.
But as soon as the door opened, Murphy smelled a strong smell of alcohol.
Slowly opened the door, looking at the empty wine bottles everywhere in surprise.
Although it was daytime, the light in the room was so dim that Murphy could hardly see the layout inside.
In the room, Murphy subconsciously looked for Tang Yichen's figure, and kept circumventing the things on the ground. Upon closer inspection, Murphy found that there were not only empty wine bottles but also countless cigarette butts on the ground.
"Yichen."
Tang Yichen was finally found in the corner. Before Morphy approached, Tang Yichen said coldly, "Get out!"
Morphy stiffened, and reached out to turn on the switch, Tang Yichen suddenly said, "Don't turn on the lights."
Murphy looked at her son distressedly, embarrassed, her whole body curled up on the corner of the bed.
He was still wearing the clothes of that day, and his beard grew out, looking extremely embarrassed.
If no one said, no one would recognize Tang Yichen.
"Yichen." Murphy walked over and saw Tang Yichen holding two things in his hands.
Wine bottles, warm photos!
Seeing the smiling girl in the photo, Morphy's heart throbbed for a while, and she squatted down and hugged Tang Yichen.
"Yi Chen, don't torture yourself like this anymore, warm she doesn't want to see you like this."
Tang Yichen pushed away Morphy's hand expressionlessly, staring at the photo, his pupils tightened.
"Mom, the warmth is dead." Tang Yichen raised his head, staring at Murphy with scarlet eyes.
As soon as the voice fell, tears followed...
The one he loved died because he saved him...
Murphy resisted crying, "Yichen, warm her..."
Tang Yichen reopened a bottle of wine, and as soon as he raised his hand to drink, the bottle was suddenly slapped away.
Murphy looked at the sudden appearance of Nan Feng Xiao in surprise, and stood up to hold Nan Feng Xiao.
Nan Fengxiao glanced at her Pear Flower's rainy face, gently pushed Morphy aside, and pulled Tang Yichen up.
"Look at the woman in the palm of your hand. She is willing to die for you. If you still have a little conscience, please cheer me up."
Nan Fengxiao threw Tang Yichen on the wall, the father and son entangled/entangled, and Morphy blurred his eyes behind.