After I died, I became the white moonlight of scumbag A's ex-husband

Fei Wan rubbed her eyes, looked out the window twice, and woke up Zong Hongtao who was beside her.

"Husband, there is so much thunder outside, go and see Xiao Zongxi, don't cry in fright."

Zong Hongtao got up from the bed when he heard Zong Xi cry out in drowsiness.

Zong Xi's baby room is next door, and there are two dedicated nursery aunts to take care of her day and night.

Pushing open the door, the childcare aunt was sleeping in the lounge outside. Zong Hongtao and Fei Wan saw that Zong Xi was alone in the room, and hurried inside.

"What's going on, how can the childcare aunt leave the child alone in the room, Zong Xi is less than a hundred days old, can they take responsibility for what happened!"

Fei Wan complained, and pushed open the bedroom door. The room was pitch black, with no sound or light, very quiet.

Zong Xi, who thought she would cry because of the thunderstorm, was lying in the crib and sleeping soundly. When she smelled it carefully, the room smelled of green bamboo after the rain.

"Hey -- what's going on in the house..."

Just when Zong Hongtao and Fei Wan were surprised, a flash of lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the originally dark room for a moment before they could clearly see the scene inside.

Zong Ying hugged his knees and sat on the ground, facing the direction of the crib.

The alpha pheromone from the biological father comforts the young baby from being disturbed in the middle of a thunderstorm night.

"Zong Ying?"

Afraid of waking Zong Xi up, Fei Wan walked in quietly, "It's midnight, you came back and didn't go to sleep in your room, what are you doing here? Is it cold on the ground, get up quickly."

Zong Ying sat curled up in the corner of the room, heard the sound and looked over, his eyes were tired, but not sleepy.

"Dad, Mom, why are you here, go to sleep, I will watch the child."

Zong Hongtao glanced at the crib first, then at Zong Ying, and sighed, "There are so many things going on in the company recently, why don't you sleep at night, go back to your room, we have it here."

Fei Wan agreed, and wanted to go to Fuzong to answer, but she was gently pushed away.

"I can't sleep, so I just want to come and see the child. I'm fine, you go to sleep."

Zong Hongtao faintly felt something was wrong, "Zong Ying, you..."

Facing his parents' worries, Zong Ying's expression was indifferent, his eyes were half downcast, and he said, "I'm really fine, I just... miss Hang Jing a little bit."

"Zong Ying!"

Fei Wan suppressed her voice, but couldn't help but whisper, "It's dark and you can't mention the dead, let alone still in Zong Xi's room, it's a taboo. It's been two or three months, don't think about it."

Zong Hongtao's expression darkened when he heard this, he pushed Fei Wan and gave her a glare.

Fei Wan choked and stopped talking.

"It's over?"

Zong Ying was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "I can't make it through..."

"I miss Hang Jing, but besides Zong Xi, I don't know where else to go..."

"Hang Jing left me nothing, nothing but this child."

Zong Hongtao pushed Fei Wan, who was still about to speak, out of the room, came back and patted Zong Ying's shoulder, and sighed, "Everyone regrets what happened to Xiaojing. If I knew it would be like this, I..."

"Dad, stop talking."

Zong Ying closed his eyes, his voice was low and hoarse, and he was very tired, "I know all the things you and Mom are hiding."

"I have no right to blame you, because I am more hateful than you."

Zong Hongtao looked up at the sleeping Zong Xi, and thought of Hang Jing, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Dad, now I dare not close my eyes at night, I can always see Hang Jing."

Zong Ying covered his eyes and said to himself: "Xiao Jing has been crying, his whole body is injured, and it was all caused by me. He cried and told me that it hurts. I didn't care about it before, but now I know I was wrong. But I can only watch, unable to speak or move, and I can’t even get close to him.”

"I only know what Xiaojing has experienced in the past three years. Everyone is forcing him and harming him. He is mine and I should protect him. But not only did I not give him any warmth, but I was the one who hurt him the most. "

"I was tortured by guilt all night and all night, I knew I deserved it, I deserved it, but, dad... I really miss Xiaojing... I didn't even see him for the last time..."

Zong Hongtao has never seen Zong Ying so decadent, and this stamina is much worse than when Hang Jing left.

"Zong Ying, Xiao Jing won't blame you, otherwise he wouldn't leave Zong Xi to you."

Today, Zong Xi is the only existence who can pin everyone's affection for Hang Jing.

"Blindly blaming yourself can't change anything. Zong Xi will soon be [-] days old. Hang Chen tidied up the house where Xiao Jing lived before, only some daily clothes."

Zong Hongtao diverted Zong Ying's attention at the right time, "I remember Xiaojing's home has a studio, you can go and look for it, and see if you can find a small jewelry that can be worn by Zong Xi for a hundred days, preferably in Hangzhou. Jing designed it himself."

Zong Ying naturally agreed, "I see, I'll go back and have a look tomorrow."

The next day, Zong Ying went back to the house where he and Hang Jing got married.

Since that charity dinner, Zong Ying didn't come back here again. He seldom came here, and Hang Jing lived there all the time. After Hang Jing left, he didn't even have the courage to go back.

The house is very clean. Even though Uncle Li has returned to the old house, he still asks people to clean it regularly.

After Zong Ying pushed the door open, he looked around. When he saw the closed door of the master bedroom, he froze for a while before silently moving away.

Hang Jing's studio is at the end of the first floor, and Zong Ying has never been in it before.

He twisted the doorknob, pushed open the room that belonged to Hang Jing for the first time, and walked into his world.

Uncle Li probably didn't let the cleaning staff come in and out of this room casually. Unlike the clean and tidy outside, there was obviously some dust here.

An entire canvas was hung on the wall, covered with lines of various colors, in a mess, and the colors were dull.

There is fine dust floating in the air, leaving very shallow footprints when passing through the floor. Fortunately, there is a ventilation system, and the air is always circulating.

Different from the usual cleanliness of Hang Jing, this studio is very messy.

Gemstone gauges of various sizes are placed everywhere, full boxes of unopened sulfuric acid paper are piled up in the corners, cloud rulers can be seen everywhere, and rubbing pictures are hung on easels in a haphazard manner.

The desk is full of small items such as erasers and pencil sharpeners, dozens of pencils and paintbrushes are rolled around, and large cans of paint boxes are hoarded aside.

Zong Ying was very surprised by this scene. He thought that Hang Jing was strict and orderly at all times.

Taking a step forward, he stepped on a needle pen.

He picked it up and looked at the needle pen in his hand, trying to imagine Hang Jing's appearance when holding the pen, but only a weak wrist and a twisted and hideous scar appeared in his mind.

Zong Ying put the old needle pen into the breast pocket of his coat, carefully stepped over the paint box that rolled down on the floor, and walked to the display cabinet by the wall.

There are all kinds of trophies in the cabinet, all four years ago, and there are more than a dozen velvet boxes, which store jewelry such as brooches, earrings, and pendants with unique shapes.

There is a sticky note on the box, recording the design concept and the time of the finished product. Some of them are works after marriage. The number is not large, but it is only in the third year after marriage.

The cabinet hadn't been opened for a long time, and Zong Ying just opened the door when a stale smell rushed out.

He opened the window conveniently, and then picked a yellow diamond pendant from among the many works.

The cutting technique of this yellow diamond is superb, and the light refracted by each ray is more dazzling than the sun. Zong Ying wants to match it with a necklace, which is very suitable for Zong Xi to wear with him.

The winter wind was strong, and the cold wind poured into the room after the windows were opened, blowing away the huge hanging canvas, revealing the colorful paintings on the wall.

Hearing the sound of the fabric being blown, Zong Ying glanced at it casually. As soon as his eyes touched the canvas that seemed to be graffitied by Hang Jing in search of inspiration, he was attracted by the wall hidden behind the canvas.

At that moment, he seemed to be frozen in place by the wind, staring straight at the small piece of wall exposed behind the canvas blown away by the wind.

I don't know if it was due to the window being opened, but the biting cold poured into Zongying's body, his hands and feet began to tremble, his heartbeat became chaotic, and the blood in his body was flowing backwards.

He leaned forward, but didn't take half a step.

Zong Ying just stood there stiffly, looking at the wall from a distance of several meters. Although it was so close, just two steps away, he felt as if the entrance to the purgatory on earth was lying in front of him, and he didn't have the courage to cross it.

Until Zong Ying's eyes were red, he suddenly rushed forward, stretched out a trembling hand, and pulled away the canvas hanging on the wall, and all the painted pictures on the wall were displayed in front of his eyes in an instant.

Gorgeous red-purple and cool blue-green are intertwined, and the gorgeous and moving colors cover the entire wall. Thousands of stars are just embellishments, and the beautiful and bright aurora descends from the skyline to the world.

The boldness of color and the smoothness of lines used by the painters present the mysterious and unpredictable aurora scene in a graceful and colorful way, which is amazing.

Zongying could barely breathe.

Every breath he took was accompanied by unspeakable pain.

He thought that finding out all about Hang Jing's past these days was enough to make him feel heartbroken, but at this moment, he only felt that his body was riddled with holes, and even his soul no longer existed.

The painting is all too familiar.

He had seen exactly the same graffiti on the graffiti wall in Bis Park. It was a little simpler than the one in front of him, and the technique was more immature, but the shock was the same.

Anyone can accurately identify that the two paintings were written by the same person.

Zong Ying recalled what Lin Yushu had said. He said that when he saw Hang Jing for the first time, he felt that he was holy and beautiful, a gift from God to the world.

This feeling is almost the same as Zongying's heart was touched when he saw Lin Yushu standing next to the graffiti wall and standing in front of the painting in Bis Park.

If, if not a coincidence, if he got the author of the aurora map wrong

"Zongying, I'm waiting to see you, there will never be redemption"

No wonder Lin Yushu would say this at the time!

Zong Ying was choked by the emotion that was on the verge of collapse, his red eyes stared ferociously at the aurora map in front of him, his fingers brushed the colorful lines, tears flowed down violently, and he was thrown directly into the abyss.

"It's you...it's you..."

"The person I'm tempted by, and yearn for, has always been you...Xiaojing..."

The tone of the crying voice was distorted, and the remorse that had been tormenting Zong Ying turned into deep despair at this moment.

The love he was looking forward to is close at hand, but he has completely wiped it out in the years of wastage.

He just found out that he fell in love with Hang Jing eight years ago, even long before Hang Jing was tempted by him.

But Hang Jing is gone.

Everything was destroyed by him.

All hope was cut off, and there was no chance of salvation.

Zong Ying leaned against the wall almost crazy, tears kept falling.

He can't wait to die.

The awakening of love was too late, but it was so powerful that it destroyed everything in Zongying.

In a world without Hang Jing, how can he survive? All works that can truly touch people's hearts have souls. You can think that Zong Ying loves the author of Aurora, no matter who it is.But in fact, except for Hang Jing, no one can replicate the aurora that moved Zongying.What Zong Ying fell in love with was the soul under the aurora, and that could only be Hang Jing, unique.

Before that, Zong Ying only owed Hang Jing, but had no love.Hang Jing's death, his pain was because he failed to fulfill his duty of taking care of Omega as an alpha and learned that he had misunderstood Hang Jing and hurt him because of the regret, guilt and self-blame, this is not love.

Zong Ying was moved by Hang Jing's years of devotion, and then fell in love with him, or he was with him for many years, but he loved without knowing it, and only knew how to cherish it after losing it. These are all wrong.This is equivalent to Hang Jing seeking Zongying's love with all kinds of sacrifices and a life. I can't accept it.

Zong Ying's relationship was the earliest, and he loved Hang Jing from the beginning to the end, even if Hang Jing didn't do anything.The germination of his feelings for Hang Jing is pure love without any other emotions such as making up for regrets.

The reason for not changing the attack: the belated affection is too contemptible, but I am willing to give the tragedy of the wrong combination a chance.