After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

In order to give each other time to calm down, Ye Rong decided to temporarily go back to his kennel for a few days.

He said that he would give Fu Wenyuan an answer after serious consideration, and it was not just a perfunctory talk, but he really wanted to be responsible for the rest of his life carefully.

After being reckless for half a lifetime, it's time to calm down.

Ye Rong rushed home overnight, thinking that he could surprise that clingy little bastard Ye Sheng, but who knew that the house was deserted when the door opened, and Ye Sheng was not at home.

The phone call didn't work, Ye Rong waited patiently until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Ye Rong decided to grab his coat and go out to find someone.

Ye Sheng is such an old man, and he has always had his own opinions. There was nothing to worry about at first, but the older the child, the more unpredictable Ye Rong will be to him. His family love is so stubborn that he has a rigid temper. Ye Rong really can't think of him There will be no reason not to go home.

Ye Rong ran for several streets, and finally found someone in an alley near Ye Sheng's school.

The temperature dropped at night, and the draft in the alley added to the chill, but Ye Sheng curled up in a corner wearing only a thin school uniform.

"Ye Sheng!"

Ye Rong ran over panting, his black face was about to speak to someone, but Ye Sheng raised his head and looked at him numbly, his slightly pale face was full of helplessness, and there were dried blood stains on his temples.

Ye Rong was a little dazed, the last time he saw Ye Sheng looked like a child was many years ago, crying and screaming, begging himself to save him.

Ye Rong took off his coat and put it on him, squatted down to avoid the wound, hugged him by the shoulders, and patted his back to comfort him silently.

Ye Sheng seemed to be warming up gradually in Ye Rong's embrace, leaning on his body to regain his sanity little by little, it took a long time before he hoarsely called out Ye Rong's name.

"Ye Rong." He called his name, as if he was reciting a spell to return to the world from the nightmare of the abyss.

Ye Rong coaxed the children, half teasing and half comforting: "Isn't our little boss very powerful, he dared to stab someone with a knife, how did he become like this now?"

Ye Sheng buried his face in his neck, hugged Ye Rong tightly, trembling uncontrollably, his voice was full of pain and despair, "Ye Rong, it's all my fault, it's all my fault...Meng Ru is dead, she Dead, I almost caught her..."

Ye Rong quickly understood what happened from his intermittent words.

That Ye Rong had seen before, the girl who confessed to Ye Sheng downstairs was pushed downstairs in the chaos because she stood up for the bullied Ye Sheng.

Ye Sheng had helped her before with a little effort, and coupled with the throbbing of youth, he did not expect it to end so unexpectedly.

Fiction requires logic, but reality often lacks logic.

In an instant, Ye Rong's heart seemed to be tied to a cold iron, and it fell straight down.

This accident is too sad and heavy, no one can bear it.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Ye Sheng choked up, screaming like a beast on the verge of death, every word he said smelt of blood, "I killed so many people, your parents, and now Meng Ru... If only you let me die then, Ye Rong, do you regret it?"

In an instant, the memory was like a paint bucket that was kicked over, mottled and thickened all over the ground. Even though the night wind was still passing by, it made him feel like he was once again under the scorching sun.

Across a narrow door, outside the door are long-lost parents who are still looking for themselves, and inside the door is a vicious human trafficker who is pointing a knife at a child covered in blood.

During the silent confrontation, the sweat on Ye Rong's head rolled into his eyes, making him dizzy and unable to see everything clearly. His hand trembled on the doorknob. As long as he opened the door, his forced misplaced life would end. Can get back on track.

Bathed in the sun, loved by parents, accompanied by friends, grow up healthy and happy.

but……

He turned his head to look at the poor child, his face was stained with blood and tears from the neck being pinched, the light still remained in his eyes when he looked at him, and he shouted in a weak voice...

"elder brother……"

Ye Rong wanted to cry hysterically at that moment, but he didn't make a sound, the veins on his forehead were about to burst, he let go of his hand little by little, and made his own choice at the most difficult moment of his life.

He seems to be looking at the world with a magnifying glass that can freeze time, and no matter how many years later, he can clearly remember all the details when he made a choice.

It's like a closed door, a bleeding lower lip, and sharp tinnitus in the long silence.

Ye Rong thinks he is not the holy father, he just knows the weight of feelings and the weight of life, let him watch this child who has been with him in the mud for so long die, he can't do it if he can't stop.

He just didn't expect that this was also the last time he saw his parents, and his memory of them would stay forever in the starry sky under the grape arbor.

Ye Sheng didn't regret asking him now, Ye Rong described the question over and over again in his heart but couldn't come up with an answer.

Whether he regrets it or not, he is just an ordinary ant who is ruthlessly carried by fate.

He didn't really care about his insensitivity to the pain, he just couldn't figure out why Ye Sheng also had to carry the heavy shackles, and kept him stuck in the mud again and again.

Ye Rong's slightly cold hand moved from his back to the back of his head, stroking gently like a feather in the breeze, and his neutral voice seemed to be filtered through warm water, "It's not your fault, Xiao Sheng, don't Blame yourself, yes, fate..."