dream eater

On the day when all the plaster bandages on Tsurui's body were removed, a rare visitor welcomed at the gate of the resting manor.

The visitor was tall and slender, with a thin and bleak look set off by the long black windbreaker, and said in a low voice, "Do you have the strength to settle accounts with me now?"

Tsurui, who was tending the potted plants, wiped the dirt off his hands with a handkerchief, but didn't even look at anyone, "I really owed you in my previous life."

In the flower pot is a white rose grown in the greenhouse, which is blooming out of season.

Kane had returned home safely a week ago, and his resentment towards Jiang Heran understood the painstaking efforts of the leader after hearing the news from Tsurui's subordinate that Fan Tian was dying with a sword and Fan Tian's eyeliner had withdrawn.

Tsurui, who was not deceived, just saw through everything and said: "He should always let go, and he can't let go."

The preference for Fan Tian is, and so is the comprehensive compromise and control in order to protect them.

Jiang impressively swallowed the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, but did not light it.

The other party's fingers playing with the lighter were so thin that they felt fragile, Tsurui couldn't help scolding him, "Why are you so haggard?"

Jiang Heran said casually, "I'm pregnant."

Tsurui, who was pouring tea, froze on the spot.

Jiang Heran didn't like joking, and it was impossible for him to say such a joke.

The black tea spilled out of the cup, and Jiang impressively reached out to support the teapot.

"It happened two months ago."

He Jing had no doubts about Jiang Heran's male identity, and when Jiang Heran said such words, he unconditionally believed that it was the truth.

Tsurui frowned, "His?"

Jiang impressively lowered his eyes in silence.

"Kill it."

"I want to keep it."

Tsurui was so angry that he wanted to lift the table, "You are really crazy."

Jiang impressively stroked his flat stomach, and said slowly, "This is not his child, it's mine."

A life bred by him with his flesh and blood attached to him to grow little by little, and they have the closest bond with each other—pure and impurity-free emotions, which Jiang is so yearning for.

Jiang Heran also said something similar when Hejing asked him about his relationship with Fan Tian: as long as you have sincerity towards him, you don’t need to ask for eternal vows, just having him in your heart is enough—almost humble.

Calm down, Tsurui looked into Jiang Heran's eyes and asked, "Do you know that I like you?"

Jiang's astonished eyes already said everything.

Tsurui has always been unconditionally nice to Jiang, but there is a reason for being unconditionally nice, "I have liked you for many years."

"You should have told me earlier."

"Is it useful to say it?"

It's not that Tsurui hasn't hinted at it, but even if Jiang responds to him in the slightest, he won't stop there.

How much he envied Fan Tian, ​​even Kane, if he had such green eyes, Jiang Heran would still look at him a few more times.

At the previous funeral, Jiang Heran talked about his marriage with the schemer's godson Ellison, "Heavenly Father witnessed that we didn't even exchange rings, let alone say 'I do'...you might as well go down and ask yourself Godfather, will he."

Tsurui on the side slightly moved the corner of his mouth, and said silently in his heart: I am willing.

However, no matter how clear your heart is, it is useless. Sincerity can be exchanged for treating each other sincerely, but it cannot be exchanged for sincere love.

Tsurui's admiration for Jiang Heran is more of a kind of appreciation, neither fanatical nor excessive, he is a smart man with a steady heart, peacefully admiring the people he sees in his eyes.

But when he saw the people he respected and admired, being hurt so deeply by the wrong payment, Tsurui resented himself again, thinking, if he vowed to give up more, and if he would win more, would there be another one? A better outcome.

That's it, it's useless to assume.

"I don't say it because I'm afraid that you will have a psychological burden. After all, you don't have any feelings for me. I'm afraid that my slight affection for you will cause trouble for both of us." Tsurui smiled unscrupulously again, "Of course, If you want, this favor can still be upgraded upwards, if you have a child, you have to form a family, the leader looks at me, I can be your child's father, and the mother can also be."

Jiang Heran didn't make any comparison between Tsurui and that person this time, and said in a low voice, "Let's talk about it after he can be born safely."

What would his child look like if he was born safely?

Will there be a pair of green eyes that he has been looking for?

This fleeting thought at first gave Jiang the idea of ​​keeping this child.

In the beginning, Jiang Heran hugged the opponent's leg because of Eles' jewel-like eyes.

At that time, he was still young, so he stood on his toes and leaned close to the tall figure against the light, trying to see if this man had stolen his mother's treasure.

At that time, he had not been abandoned, and lived with his mother in a run-down slum.

A gentle woman in front of people would soak her mind in cheap alcohol after the lights were turned off late at night, crying and laughing from time to time.

"I love him so much, why doesn't he want me?"

"He said that as long as I give birth to a son, he will give me a title."

The woman shook Jiang's neck frantically, "Why are you not a normal child, if it wasn't for you, he wouldn't have left me alone. It's all your fault!"

"Why are you a monster!"

When Jiang Heran was pinched to the point where he almost lost his voice and couldn't even shed tears, the woman would put back her ferocious and misplaced expression, and apologized whimperingly, "It's my mother's fault that made you look like this, It's mother's fault, mother shouldn't have given birth to you."

"It's such a pain to live." The drunken woman always said so.

Jiang Heran, who didn't know what it means to be alive when he was young, already felt the pain of being alive as his mother said.

His mother has a green opal collar button, which is luxurious and valuable enough to improve the lives of the mother and son, but it is flashy and locked at the bottom of the cabinet, which is what she calls a "token of love".

Women who don’t drink alcohol always hold a box containing jewelry and waltz in a crowded and narrow room. The floral dress is dancing happily, and they are full of longing like a girl, “He will definitely divorce that woman, and then I'm going back."

Later, the box containing the collar button was empty.

It was the first time a woman pinched him by the neck and pushed him to the window when she was drunk without drinking, and asked sharply, where did the toy in his hand come from? It's her life, give it back to her, give it back to her.

"no."

Jiang Heran panicked and grabbed the window sill, holding the model car that his friend lent him to play with, but dropped it from a height and fell to the road below. It was so broken that it couldn't be put back together, and the wheels rolled into the muddy water of the sewer.The same precious birthday gift of a friend from a poor family, I only promised to lend it to him to play for a while, how can I return it?

The body was still being pushed outward by the woman, it was raining, and there was only rain on the wet and immature face.

"I didn't take it..."

"Mom, I'm going to fall...help me, I'm so scared."

"help me……"

His mother's voice seemed to recall some of the woman's motherhood. The woman stopped pushing and watched coldly as the young Jiang crawled into the house with trembling hands and feet.

"Monster." The woman's expression was contorted, she tore off strands of her hair, and stepped back step by step, screaming, "Monster!"

"Damn you, go to hell."

"go to hell."

"..."

There were two warm water marks on the young face that was wet by the rain. Jiang, who was used to being treated badly, hadn't cried for a long time. It was raining, so it was hard to tell that he was crying.

Is there a curse in this world?Will the curse be fulfilled?He was cursed by his biological mother.

Jiang, who had just crawled back into the world, looked down at the torn apart toys outside the window, wishing to fulfill his mother's wish.

The capricious woman's mouth twitched a few times, and her eyes struggled a few times. Finally, before Jiang impressively made a move, she grabbed the child by the arm and threw him out of the room like trash.

"Don't come back if you can't find my collar button."

The woman was drunk the night before, she opened the cabinet by herself, and her treasures were left in this small rented house.She may be clear that it's not that she doesn't believe Jiang Heran's words, she just needs a legitimate reason to get rid of the burden.

"Don't come back if you can't find my collar button."

The last sentence, the woman said with her eyes bent and smiling, so gentle, so kind, Jiang Heran laughed like this when he killed someone, committed suicide, and invited Fan Tian to go to hell with him a long time later.