What a wrong idea.
But fortunately, you met Chuyang.
That kid is so cute, just looking at his face makes me want to laugh.
Anyway, you met the right guy anyway, dad's mistakes didn't cost you much.
Alas, stop talking, your Uncle Zhuo's hands are numb, so he won't be allowed to write.
Son, I hope you will not be angry when you read this letter, and I hope you will always remember the good side of Dad.
That's it, bye. "
Papa, tears fell on the letter paper, smudged a wet arc.
Shen Shimin was startled, and hurried over: "Wei Qing, what's wrong with you?"
The man clutched his heart, slumped down, and squatted on the ground weakly, his eyes were frighteningly red.
This is too much like a suicide note.
Wei Dongsheng... passed away
Did that person who always scolded him for being disobedient angrily really left
Why not tell him, anyway, he... he is his son too.
Why even if you die, just leave him a letter, why keep it from him, can't he let him see him for the last time
Seeing the bloodshot eyes of the man, Yan Chuyang's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly leaned over.
Shen Shimin hugged the man's shoulders in a panic, patted him on the back and comforted him softly: "It's okay, it's okay."
Yan Chuyang stood aside, staring blankly at the scene of the two embracing each other on the ground.
He could feel Wei Qing's despair, he wanted to hug him, but he didn't dare to get close to him, because at this moment, he was not sure whether it was Shen Shimin or him who could comfort him.
"Yan Chuyang" the man's hoarse voice suddenly came.
Yan Chuyang suddenly came back to his senses, quickly squatted down, pushed Shen Shimin aside, and leaned in front of Wei Qing, grabbed the man's hand tightly and said: "I'm here, Wei Qing, I'm here."
Wei Qing's tense shoulders suddenly loosened, and his head rested heavily on the boy's shoulder.
When he felt the warmth and wetness around his neck, Yan Chuyang's heart shuddered, and only then did he realize that the man who was as tough as a stone was crying.
Yan Chuyang's heart twisted together in pain, he tightened his arms, hugged him tightly, and kept muttering: "It's okay, Wei Qing, it's okay, I'm here, I'm here..."
After five minutes of silence, a whimper resembling that of a beast came from his shoulders, "Woo... woo..."
It's depressing and painful.
Like... just like when he lost his grandma and felt like everyone had thrown him away, that's how he cried too.
Afraid of being heard, yet eager to be heard.
"It's okay." Yan Chuyang raised his hand and kept stroking the man's shoulder, repeating in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, Wei Qing, I'm here, and I will always be with you."
"Yan Chuyang..." The man's hoarse voice came from his shoulder.
Yan Chuyang straightened his shoulders: "I'm here, tell me."
The man whimpered and shouted like a child: "Yan Chuyang, I have no father, I have no family, I, only myself..."
Yan Chuyang's heart slammed down.
He only knew that Wei Qing was suffering, but he didn't know that at this moment, he had encountered such a blow.
That handsome uncle, has he left
Did the uncle who hugged him warmly and said he was very cute when we first met him suddenly leave
But, obviously, he is still so young, no matter what he says or does, he looks like a young man with vitality, making people want to get close to him.
How could it be so sudden
That was Wei Qing's father, and he hadn't followed Wei Qing to call him father once.
When we first met, the red envelope he gave, he still stuffed it under the bed, not willing to spend any of it.
A few days ago, he was still thinking about when Wei Qing would invite him to his home again and have a good meal, because it seemed that every meeting was in a hurry and a little unpleasant.
He knew that the father and son had conflicts, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that the father and son loved each other.
He also wondered if we could sit down and have a good chat, so as to untangle our hearts.
But now, is everything going to become a pity
Yan Chuyang clenched his fists uncomfortably, but he knew that he couldn't cry now, Wei Qing was more miserable than him, and he wanted to give him strength and comfort.
"I'm alone." Wei Qing kept choking and whispering while lying on the boy's shoulder, like an abandoned child.
Yan Chuyang dripped blood in distress, hugged him tightly in his arms, and kept muttering: "It's not just you, you have me, I will never leave you, I will always be by your side."
Shen Shimin stood beside her, looking at the two with a gray face, a huge sense of disillusionment rose from above her head.
The atmosphere was heavy, and suddenly there was a mournful cry from outside the door:
"Oh, it's all your fault. I told you to find a gardener to take good care of the flowers at home before you leave. If you don't listen, look, it's only been three months, and my rose is out of the wall..."
The overly familiar voice froze the atmosphere, and Yan Chuyang hugged Wei Qing stiffly.
"Bang." The door swung open.
"Haha, I'm back again, I'm still at home..." Wei Dongsheng froze, staring blankly at the two people embracing each other on the ground, and asked in a daze, "You... what are you doing?"
Why play such an over-the-top love hug at his house? Will this be exciting? Uh... I will try it with Zhuo Zhanheng another day.
After being frozen for more than ten seconds, Yan Chuyang turned his head and stared at the person in front of him: "Uh, uncle..." The boy swallowed, and asked with difficulty, "Is that you?"
Wei Dongsheng laughed, tugged at the coquettish floral shirt on his body, and said, "Isn't it who I am? Why did I go around Sanya and become handsome? You don't even recognize me?"
The boy's eyes widened: "Three... Sanya?"
"Wei Dongsheng!" Wei Qing roared suddenly, stood up and rushed to the man's side, grabbing his shirt collar.