damaged

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops hit the glass window tightly, and then gathered into a ball, flowing down the glass, but after that, there would be continuous rainwater falling down like this.

The two stood face to face in the empty room, with only an old-fashioned chandelier emitting dim yellow light above their heads. Because of the footsteps of people upstairs, the hanging rope shook slightly, a subtle tremor invisible to the naked eye.

Light and shadow fell on the faces of the two people, dimly.

The depiction of Meng Wenjun's cheeks is terribly thin.

He stretched out his hand, covered his lips, and coughed twice, but he couldn't calm down for a long time. From the expression on his face, it could be seen that he was holding on to the next bout of coughing.

"What's wrong?" Arlene's words welled up on her lips, and she was finally swallowed.

The Meng Wenjun in front of her didn't seem like Meng Wenjun anymore, she had never seen him so embarrassed.

This dejected, thin, and dark man under his eyes does not overlap with Meng Wenjun at any time in her impression.

Like a bird that fell from the sky after being hit by an arrow, it was dying.

After a long time, Meng Wenjun looked up at Arlene, with a weak smile on the corner of his mouth: "Now you know everything, I approach you only to bring down Zhang Yeqiu, Zhou Zhou is alive, Tang Muyang Since I didn't die, I couldn't write the news about framing. I lost this time, I admit it. But Irene, you have no evidence. You asked me to come here, is there anything else? "

The direction I deviated at the crossroads that night was not going home, but going further away from home.

Tang Muyang, who was finally found again, persuaded her to go back to Wanchun after a lot of hard work.

Unexpectedly, the tip of Tang Muyang's knife deviated from Zhou Zhou's neck.

Hearing the news, Meng Wenjun went crazy and angry.

When he calmly thought about it, he suddenly discovered: This is actually better.

If the person who died was Tang Muyang, focusing on her tragic life experience would more likely arouse the sympathy and bias of public opinion, and this dirty water would be more firmly pinned on Zhang Yeqiu's head.

Most of Zhang Yeqiu had collapsed, and only this last step was left. From then on, he could only hide in the ground forever, only in the dark underground.

The night before, he was sitting in front of the computer, and the light from the screen hit his face, drawing a terrifying arc.

He carefully checked one article after another that had been polished for a long time. The lines between the lines were full of sympathy for the innocent and condemnation of the perpetrators. On the pain point and the evil point, right and wrong are reversed, and black and white are subverted.

With the literature he excels at and hates.

"Ah Ding, you are talented, your pen is a fierce sharp blade, don't indulge in those innocuous lies that sing praises of beauty, in reality there is only darkness and blood, only you live and die, you have to use it well, you know ?"

Yuan Liuru said.

Leave an indelible mark on Meng Wenjun's body.

But he didn't expect that Zhang Ailin would go to rescue her.

Zhang Ailin actually went to save her!

She would jump down without hesitation, she would plunge into the turbulent river alone without hesitation, to save such a selfish villain who had bent her life!

Even if she hesitated for a moment, she couldn't come here!

It was almost like burning his own life to dedicate himself to a sinful person!

Such incredible kindness.

In his eyes, it was like a fictional story read in childhood.

"In a few days, I will let Meng Fan move, and we will move out.

Don't worry, I will also drop out of school and go through the relevant procedures, Irene, we will never see each other again. "

Meng Wenjun's eyes were full of exhaustion.Compared with hearing these words from her mouth, it's not that I said them first.

"Do you want to continue?"

He smiled wryly: "Besides this matter, I have no reason to live."

The chandelier above the head was beating, probably due to the contact of the wires.

Arlene frowned and looked at him: "It wasn't Zhang Yeqiu who told me, it was Uncle Meng."

After hearing this, Meng Wenjun was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Arlene took out a letter from her coat pocket, and folded the letter in half: "I saw him this morning." After saying that, she set her sights on Meng Wenjun.

Arlene stepped forward and slapped the letter on Meng Wenjun's chest: "He wrote it to you, and told me to deliver this letter to you after noon today."

Walking in, I saw Meng Wenjun's face more clearly.

I can see more clearly his glaring white hairs, the tiredness in his eyes, and the small wounds on his chapped lips that have scabbed over.

But what a beautiful and kind person Ah Ding used to be.

……

Taking advantage of Yuan Liu's inattention, Ah Ding sneaked downstairs and quietly handed the gold medal he won to Arlene, with a proud look on his face unconsciously: "This is a gold medal, but it's gold. You can go to Sell ​​it and go buy what you want."

"Ah? It's because you won the medal with great difficulty." Arlene said no.

Ah Ding watched her evasive action, but was so anxious that he jumped up on the spot, afraid that she would not accept it: "I still have a lot! I can win many, many prizes, and I will only give you one piece!"

"This is really delicious." Ah Ding bit off a piece of meat on the bamboo stick, chewing it in his mouth, holding many bamboo skewers in both hands.

Arlene looked at his happy face, and her heart was full of joy: "Isn't it? Mom and Dad keep saying that the things on the roadside are not clean and don't allow them to buy them. They are so strange! They are so delicious!"

"Where did you get the money?" Ah Ding asked vaguely with his mouth full of food.

"Uh... it's a secret."

……

Arlene glanced out the window casually, and saw a corner of the Ferris wheel in the amusement park in the distance, protruding from behind the stacked tall buildings.

"Ah Ding, shall we go to the amusement park?"

"No time. On Saturday we will practice bow and arrow, and on Sunday we will..." Ah Ding earnestly wrenched his fingers and calculated carefully.

It is "we", but Ah Ding is actually the only one.

It's just the two of them, since they can remember, each other has always been by their side.

"Stop, my head is going to explode." Arlene interrupted him hastily.

Seeing her impatient look, Ah Ding held the apple, grinned and laughed out loud.There was still unchewed apple pulp in his mouth.

Arlene made another face at him and giggled too.

So happy that you don't even know what they are laughing at, and you are so happy that you don't even need to know what they are laughing at.Be happy because you are happy, be happy because you are happy.Any emotion expressed is the original meaning.

"Then do you want to go?" Ah Ding sat on the sofa, with his toes raised upwards, overlapping up and down, and the heels of his shoes collided with the floor.

"I want to. I really want to!" The child's excitement is so easily ignited.

"Then let's go." Ah Ding took another bite of the apple.

……

When they saw Xiaoman for the first time, she was dying and hid beside her mother, twisting her body, trying to get under her mother's body, but the mother cat's body was completely stiff.

"Are the kittens asleep?" Arlene asked.

Ah Ding paused for a while, then said slowly, "It must be death."

"What will happen to it?" Arlene suddenly remembered something and asked.

Ah Ding was silent.

His silence is like an ellipsis continuation of the sky above his head.

There was no sun to be seen, nor birds to fly.What can be seen is only piled up in the sky, crowded in the sky, large expanses, such as mountains, like lakes and seas, burning clouds, continuous into a never-ending flame, continuous into a golden red magnificence and stalwart.

After a long time, he reached out and gently picked up the kitten from the cardboard box, clumsily hugging it in his arms.

"I'll raise it."

With trembling fingers, Meng Wenjun tore open the ginger-yellow envelope, and every movement he made to unfold the letter paper experienced inner struggle and torment.

His fingertips pressed against the creases of the letter, as if trying to flatten it.

Meng Fan's neat handwriting came into view.

Ading:

See words like meeting.

By the time you read this letter, I have already left.

Leaving you is the only brave thing I have done in my life.

Ah Ding, my child, you are so smart, you must know better than me, only when I leave you can you live your life and have your own self.

Deeply ashamed, even ashamed.As a husband, as a father, I have never been a brave person, submissive, hiding behind my wife, hiding behind my son, seeking a moment of peace and comfort.

I'm sorry for my mother, and I'm even more sorry for you.

When I walked out of prison and hugged you for the first time, I didn't expect that my son was born so well and looked so cute.

I will never forget that when you were a little one, still wrapped in swaddling clothes, you looked into those clear eyes, looked at me, and called me Dad.

I was thinking at the time, if I died immediately at that moment, it would be worth it.

You gradually learn to walk, learn more and more things, and start going to school.

My Ah Ding has been an excellent child since he was a child. He is good at everything, outstanding in everything, and everyone praises him.

Seeing that Ah Ding is so good, my mother became more and more anxious, imposing things on you that didn't belong to you.

I see it in my eyes, I see with my own eyes that you bear the pain and the pressure that does not belong to you, but dare not speak, I really am a father in vain.

After my mother left, I only knew to be drunk all day long, indulging in the grief of the past and unable to extricate myself.

In order to take care of me, you worked hard all day long and also took care of your studies. I listened to the phone call from your teacher, saying that everything was fine with you, and that you took care of yourself in an orderly manner. I was both happy and sad.It is because I owe you so much that I force you to rely on yourself.What virtue and ability do I have, God has given me such a Ding!

When I heard the news about Shao Daya from your Uncle Ye Qiu, I suddenly realized that more than ten years have passed, and I have been hiding behind the time for more than ten years.

Whenever I think that I surrendered to Shao Daya out of fear and took the blame for him, it hurts like a piercing heart.

No matter how I explain it, my mother only believes that it was you, Uncle Ye Qiu, who deliberately shirked it to me in order to get rid of the crime. I can't argue with it.But all this is because of my cowardice.

Your Uncle Ye Qiu, in order to reverse the case for me, your family has already been ruined.

I am even more ashamed of him, of his friendship over the past 20 years, and of his standing by my side all the time.

I chose to tell Arlene that I chose to leave you because I didn't want anyone to shed tears and blood because of my cowardice.

I know, when you see my depression and self-abandonment, you will think of what your mother said to you, and you will not be able to stop hating you, Uncle Ye Qiu.

I don't want to see you like this again. I just hope that my smart and sensible son can also have a happy smile in the sun like other children.

I will go to another city and rebuild our home.

I put the bank card on the coffee table at home, and I will transfer money to the card every month, don’t worry about me, don’t be reluctant to spend it, I have enough strength, enough to take care of myself.I will not be away for too long, as short as a year, as long as two years.

At that time, I will stand in front of you dignifiedly, and then I will hear you call me Dad.

Do not read.

Meng Wenjun didn't know which line to read, and tears began to fall.

He read the letter three times over and over again. His fingers stroked Meng Fan's handwriting, and the uneven grainy feeling came from his fingertips, as if he reached out and stroked Meng Fan's skin when he was a child. .

"It seems that the rain is about to stop, have you brought an umbrella?" Arlene pushed open the window beside her, looked outside, and said.

Meng Wenjun froze for a moment, the tears on his face were still wet.

"You didn't bring it, did you? I did. Let's go together later, just drop in." Arlene turned her gaze to a place farther outside the window, as if talking to herself.

Another burst of heat surged into his heart, and he asked tremblingly, "Don't you blame me?"

"It has happened before. Everything has passed, and the debts that should be paid have been paid off. Instead of blaming you for the rest of your life, it is better to let you be my follower and order you," she said, turning around, looking at Looking at him, "It's too early to ask the question just now. Then let me ask you again, do you want to continue compared to living an ordinary and upward life together?"

A smile bloomed on his face, not the one he had carved so finely.

"I'll think it over."

"ill."

Suddenly, the mobile phone in Meng Wenjun's pocket rang loudly, which startled him.

"Who?"

Meng Wenjun wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and looked at the name on the screen, Yang Kangyu.

"No one," he said.

Arlene frowned, and took two steps forward to snatch the phone in his hand: "Why are you still hiding it now? Do you have something else to hide? You won't still resent Zhou Zhou and want to deal with it Her? Bring your phone and I'll take a look. "

Meng Wenjun hurriedly dodged in a panic: "No, no."

This action fell into Arlene's eyes, and it looked even more suspicious. She insisted on grabbing it, and Meng Wenjun became even more flustered, retreating back again and again, muttering: "No, really not."

The phone finally fell into Arlene's hands, and she entered the lock screen password neatly.

The password is Xiaoman's birthday, and the day when the two met Xiaoman is counted as her birthday.

It was Yang Kangyu who sent the text message: "Meng'er, I have passed the final test of the provincial team, and I can be regarded as a full member of the provincial team.

It's just that I'm a newcomer, and I have to practice more to get a chance to play, but it doesn't matter, the coach said that with my strength, there is no problem.

Oh, by the way, I'll go home tomorrow, um, if it's possible, I mean if you happen to be free, don't force us to go to the movies, shall we? "

Arlene frowned and stared at Meng Wenjun: "Why do you have such a good relationship with him?"

After finishing speaking, another text message from Yang Kangyu was received on the phone: "Why didn't you reply to me?"

Meng Wenjun snatched the phone and put it back in his pocket, pretending to be calm on the surface: "At the same table, the relationship will be better."

"Why don't you answer me?" Arlene looked at Meng Wenjun suspiciously, repeating Yang Kangyu's words.

Thinking about this in his heart, it seemed that Zhou Zhou had said something similar.

"His personality is rather anxious, and he is like this with our classmates."

"real or fake?"

"real…"

"Then do you want to go to the movies with him?"

"I'll think it over."

"You won't use him just because you want to get close to me?"

"I do not have…"

When she got home, Arlene couldn't believe her eyes when she opened the door.

Zhang Yeqiu was wrapped in an apron, with both hands behind his back, and one hand was pulling a belt.

Hearing the sound of the key getting into the keyhole, he knew that it was Arlene who had returned, and he immediately wanted to take off the apron on his body, but unexpectedly, the straps behind him were pulled together and intertwined in a chaotic manner.

Zhang Yeqiu calmed down, pretended to be calm, with his hands hanging by his sides, without saying anything, he strode towards his room.

After Chi Lan left, Zhang Yeqiu started cooking by himself.

Everything on the table is what you like to eat.

Coincidentally, father and daughter have the same heart, which is what Arlene likes to eat.

Arlene stood by the dining table, looked at the plates of vegetables that hadn't touched her chopsticks, and shouted, "Zhang Yeqiu!"

After hearing this, Zhang Yeqiu turned around quickly and frowned: "What did you call me?"

Arlene ignored his dissatisfaction and said, "I've cooked all the meals, can we eat together?"

Zhang Yeqiu looked at Arlene in surprise, and said, "Then, okay?"

In less than a few words, the two of them sat at the table, facing each other, a little embarrassed.

"The apron won't take off, right?" Arlene picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat.

I thought it was to ease the atmosphere, but it sounded so strange when it came out of her mouth.

"I don't want to take it off, I'm well dressed." Zhang Yeqiu replied not to be outdone.

After this sentence was over, there was nothing to say between the two of them, Mo Mo stood on the dinner table of the two of them, seeing that the dishes on the table were almost bottomed out.

Arlene pretended to be casual and said, "Oh, let me tell you something."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yeqiu didn't look at Arlene, but pretended to lower his head to hold the vegetable leaves in his rice bowl, and pushed them into his mouth.

"I'm in a relationship." It's the kind of tone that a superior assigns to a subordinate, and informs you.

Zhang Yeqiu didn't say a word, didn't speak.

"With the girl." Arlene said again. The chopsticks wanted to pick up the last piece of beef on the plate, but after a pause, they finally picked up the vegetable leaf next to it.

Zhang Yeqiu caught a glimpse of her movements and said, "I know."

Arlene was very surprised in her heart, but she didn't show it.

"And Zhou Zhou."

"I know." Zhang Yeqiu said calmly.

"how do you know?"

"I can see it. When Zhou Zhou came, I also asked."

Hearing this, anger burned in her heart instantly. How could this person do such a thing? She put her chopsticks on the bowl and shouted: "Zhang Yeqiu!"

When Zhang Yeqiu heard this, he also became angry. He also frowned and shouted: "Zhang Ailin! Who are you as old as you are! I am your father, I am your old man, what do you call me?!"

"Aren't you just a little ordinary person? What's so great! You think of yourself as too great, and you don't tell others about everything. You really think you are so great!"

These words poked at his weakness, and he was completely moved when he heard it.

Zhang Yeqiu suddenly lost his temper, and lowered his eyebrows: "Forget it, I have nothing to say to a brat like you."

Arlene frowned and pushed the plate containing the last piece of beef to Zhang Yeqiu, and said angrily: "You are not a great person, don't always impose your own ideas on others."

Zhang Yeqiu pushed the plate back forcefully: "I don't like beef."

Arlene pushed back again: "I don't like to eat and throw it away."

"so rude!"

"Disrespect the old man!"

Zhou Zhou brought a lot of lychees home, Wei Chan was happy at first, but then complained: "Honey, the pocket money I gave you, you should spend it on something useful, not on such a place, it's not easy for parents to earn money , it's not like you don't know.

Mom is bent over tired every day, and there are so many pains on her body, and you still want to spend money like this, do you think that mom and dad's money is so easy to get. "

Zhou Zhou ignored Wei Chan and went into the kitchen with the bag. When he was about to open the door, he turned his head and asked, "Is it enough for me to wash thirty?"

Dissatisfaction was written all over Wei Chan's face: "Now you can't even listen to my words!"

"Forty?"

"Zhou Zhou!"

"Fifty?"

Wei Chan hurriedly followed Zhou Zhou into the kitchen, snatched the lychee from her hand, and Xu Xu kept complaining: "How can I wash so many at one time! Put the unfinished ones in the refrigerator, isn't it good? You child, I just don't know how expensive the rice, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea are.

That's enough, you go to study quickly, you don't need to worry about the rest, just learn well with your heart, it is more important than anything else! "

Zhou Zhou refused to leave, and stood beside Wei Chan, watching her wash.

She took out a big one, peeled off the shell of the lychee, revealing the plump flesh inside, and handed it to Wei Chan's mouth: "Mom, let's eat one, I haven't eaten for a long time."

Wei Chan dodged and shook her head: "I'll just wash a few and save them for you to eat, and put the rest in the refrigerator. Mom hates this the most. It doesn't have much moisture, and it's very sweet."

Suddenly, she felt the cold touch of the flesh on her lips.

"If you don't eat, you just don't love me. I have traveled a long way and visited a lot of shops to buy such a little. I never thought that my efforts would always be in vain." Zhou Zhou pretended to be sad.

"Okay, okay, don't be sad, I'll eat, I'll just eat."

Zhou Zhou looked at Wei Chan, and found that the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were getting deeper and deeper. She hadn't noticed it before, and Wei Chan still looked young in his impression.

It turned out that it had been a long time since I had seen her so closely.

Zhou Zhou knew in his heart that Wei Chan would definitely say something and do something that would directly hurt her heart, make her sad, sad, and even painful.

But no matter what, I couldn't help but love the person in front of me, who dedicated all her youthful years to her, this thin woman.

Love is entanglement.

Entwined with countless trivial matters, entangled with the taste of ups and downs.

"Mom, I'm taller than you." Zhou Zhou stretched out his hand and gestured above his head.

"Of course, if you are fed fat for nothing, you will definitely be taller than a dwarf like me.

Oh, I think back to when you were young, you didn't grow tall for a long time, I'm really afraid that you won't grow tall. "

"If you don't grow taller, throw me away."

Wei Chan said slightly reproachfully: "Nonsense! No matter what, I will not lose my baby. You are my only baby. I would rather lose it myself than lose you."

"I love you."

Zhou Zhou said silently in his heart.

It was to Wei Chan.

To Arlene.

Also say to yourself.

I love you, no matter what kind of difficulties I encounter in the future, no matter what kind of pain I endure, I will hold your hand tightly and never give up on you until the moment when life is gone.

I love you.

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