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Lie smiled, running around these days, his face was a little swollen due to lack of sleep, and the dark circles under his eyes were a lot heavier: "Let's chat when it's over?"

Zhang Yixing nodded.

Do Kyungsoo at the door began to urge them to move faster, Zhang Yixing got into the back seat, looked at the still blank information interface, and suppressed his disappointment.

He opened the address book and looked at the phone marked "Mother", but he still didn't dial it.

Under Wu Shixun's arrangement, Do Kyungsoo appeared at SPD as an alibi for Zhang Yixing on the night of the 28th.

They found someone to make a fake electronic surveillance video, but the police officers failed to find any flaws, and Zhang Yixing was finally found not guilty.

Zhang's lawyer also heaved a sigh of relief. He was ordered by Zhang's eldest son not to exonerate Zhang Yixing too smoothly, and under the pressure of Park Chanyeol, he had to lie again and again for Do Kyungsoo's perjury.

After the matter is over, I am afraid that the happiest person besides Park Chanyeol is this lawyer.

Accompanied by Zhang Yixing, he walked out of SPD, and he subconsciously glanced at Bian Boxian who went out first.

Bian's mother put down all her work and flew to S City. Under her protection, Bian Baekhyun's escape process was smoother than his.

Zhang Yixing didn't want to know the reason, but just watched Bian Boxian standing in front of Bian's mother with a complicated expression, as if he had let go of his complaints about Bian's mother for so many years, and hugged his mother tightly.

Not far from them, Wu Shixun stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, this happy ending seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"Yixing?" Park Chanyeol walked up to him and patted Zhang Yixing on the shoulder.

Only then did Zhang Yixing come back to his senses, stretched out his hand to press down on Park Chanyeol's neck and kissed him.

Even if he didn't ask why Do Kyungsoo rescued him, he knew that Park Chanyeol must have made some kind of deal with someone in exchange for his safety.

He has nothing in return.

Do Kyungsoo leaned forward and pushed them away from the middle, and said softly, "Let's go, let's celebrate."

The place to celebrate turned out to be City N. After leaving SPD, they didn't stop in City S. They drove on the interstate highway and arrived in City N in less than half a day.

They bought fast food and beer, and ran into the boarding school over the wall.

Whether it was the relaxation after the dust settled, or the emotion after leaving N City for three years, Zhang Yixing felt mixed feelings.

Do Kyungsoo bit his bread and talked about things that Zhang Yixing didn't know these days. The story of Zhang Yixing becoming Zhang's abandoned son was rumored in S City, and of course the eldest son's contribution was indispensable.

What surprised them all was that Zhang's mother, who has always loved Zhang Yixing, did nothing in it, did not say anything in favor of Zhang Yixing, and even made a clear expression that she was more optimistic about his eldest son in this sibling dispute.

Knowing all this, Zhang Yixing was not surprised. Zhang's mother had not contacted him since the accident. He knew that to Zhang's mother, he was just a disgrace to Zhang's family.

It turned out that it wasn't him who couldn't hold his breath, but his brother.

Up to now, Zhang Yixing is just a little dazed. His mother's support before, and his brother's petty game, seem to have become a long time ago.

He lost everything in the Zhang family, and lost the opportunity to defend himself. Apart from being immersed in the guilt of Song Ping's death, it is useless for him to do anything now.

Park Chanyeol held his hand, and the dry and warm joints hit the back of Zhang Yixing's hand, becoming his only support at the moment.

Do Kyungsoo left in good time, leaving Zhang Yixing and Park Chanyeol sitting under the tree.

Zhang Yixing desperately wants to be recognized, wants to get a recognition of his current existence value, and the only thing that can be given to him now, the only thing that can belong to him, is nothing but Park Chanyeol.

"Chanlie, thank you for your hard work." His voice was squeezed out dryly from his throat, and he buried his face in the other party's coat that smelled of sunshine.

"Yixing..." Park Chanyeol hugged him back, "Come with me, okay?"

He has nowhere to go now, no way back, nothing left.

Park Chanyeol promised him a rebirth, a light that breaks through despair.

"it is good."

CH36

Jin Zhongda drove to the airport and watched Song Ping's sister leave with Song Ping's ashes.

He had never heard Song Ping talk about his sister, and the behavior of almost spying these few days made him redefine this woman.

The woman undoubtedly loved her brother very much. This blind love blinded her eyes and made her easily believe that Song Ping's death was an accidental act.

She doesn't understand English, and the communication with the police officer is also stumbling with the help of a translator.

There are many doubts about Mingming's brother's death, but she only believes what she wants to believe, such as Song Ping is a good boy, and Song Ping's life in S City is good.

Maybe it was better for her that way.

But Jin Zhongda, who knew the whole truth, witnessed the woman's final indulgence to his younger brother while struggling with the truth of Song Ping's death.

After Song Ping's death, many people were sad, and there were also many people who were in pain.

The women who are relatives are undoubtedly the saddest. The siblings died in other places, and the energetic younger brother finally turned into ashes.

But the most painful person must be Jin Zhongda.

It was he who pushed Song Ping to the edge of the cliff step by step and watched him degenerate little by little.

It was he who shot Song Ping, who was still clean and sterile, and pushed him into a noisy and dirty sin carnival.

He is the one who deserves atonement the most.

His eyes focused on the urn in the woman's hand again.

The life that was still fresh a few days ago is now packed in a small boxy box, lifeless.

Not knowing whether it was more guilt or more regret, Jin Zhongda spent a few days in a daze, leaving all the work to Jin Junmian, and had no time to care about other things.

City S got rid of the monotonous gray and white tone in winter, and there are more days with blue sky and white clouds.

It was a sunny day and the spring breeze was warm, but the brighter it was, the more sad Jin Zhongda felt with the complicated emotions that weighed on his heart.

Before he knew it, he drove to the tavern where he met Song Ping for the first time.

Song Ping was injured after being robbed in City S, Zhang Yixing and the others brought him to this tavern to meet Jin Zhongda.

He remembered Song Ping, who had bruises on his face, wore Baekhyun's ill-fitting hoodie, and had clear and stubborn eyes.

He said hello to himself cautiously, he was silent at the dinner table, but looked radiant.

He was quietly put on his shoulders, breathing lightly, but the heat from him was scorching.

The living Song Ping.

As soon as Jin Zhongda parked the car, the tavern owner came out to greet him.

They chatted casually, and the fat British man asked, "Why wasn't that boy with you last time?"

Jin Zhongda frowned at him.

"It's the new one joining you."

He was talking about Song Ping...Jin Zhongda's throat tightened, but he couldn't tell the fact that Song Ping was dead anyway.

Seeing that he was silent, the boss thought they had quarreled, and comforted him: "A few days ago he came to drink with me by himself..."

"What? What day is it?" Jin Zhongda grabbed the boss's arm and asked.

"In the early morning of the 29th...he left after sitting for a long time."

The weeping voice in Jin Zhongda's heart became louder again, and he asked tremblingly: "He... did he say anything?"

Startled by his appearance, the boss replied, "He didn't look sober, he just said hello to me and drank a lot."

In fact, there is no need to think about it, Jin Zhongda also knew Song Ping's mood at that time.

He must have been sitting in the corner of the hall, drinking glass after glass of spirits, mumbled "sorry" and "why" incoherently.

He must be very weak, under the influence of alcohol and drugs, it is a miracle that he can drive here without accident.But mental exhaustion will definitely outweigh physical embarrassment.

He must be very desperate, Baekhyun's perfunctory over the phone, Zhang Yixing's hesitation face to face, other people's inaction, and most fatal, Jin Zhongda's aggressiveness a few days ago, step by step, driving Song Ping to the brink of death cliff.

These messy thoughts followed suit and caused Jin Zhongda to fall into pain.

But this kind of pain couldn't compare to Song Ping's despair that day.

How desperate and helpless is he to be determined to die?

He was trapped between the bottomless ocean and the high and steep cliffs, no matter which direction he took, it was a dead end.

Jin Zhongda couldn't understand Song Ping's pain at all.

That kind of helplessness that reaches the heart, that kind of calm determination that weeps and longs for death, like a burning flame, burns from the surface of the skin to the limbs, and then turns everything in Song Ping into a pinch that can be blown to ashes. ash.

How painful is he?

Jin Zhongda mechanically repeated the action of drinking, and his thoughts went back to the day Song Ping died.

His memory can be down to every movement of Song Ping. If he pulls the corner of his mouth, he will get bloody mouth sores, and if he moves his fingers, he will reveal his fatigue.

He opened the door to Jin Zhong, and he and Jin Zhong had a big fight.

He held Jin Zhong's big fingers and branded a soft kiss on it—it seemed to have exhausted all his strength, but it was as light as a feather.

He wiped the blood from Admiralty's big finger with his fingertip.

He fell into Jin Zhong's arms and trembled uncontrollably.

Every movement of his slowed down, a little swelled, filling Jin Zhongda's memory like cotton candy.

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out that he was so desperate, it turned out that he was so painful.

The feeling of Song Ping's life dying in his arms that day, and the temperature gradually cooling down when the fresh flame was extinguished, all surged and eroded him.

The hot and turbulent memories strangled his throat, and the bitter sea water poured from his nose into his lungs.

Song Ping, smiling Song Ping, crying