After the rebirth, the white moonlight of the actor turned black

Han Qingman seldom cries.

She always thought that crying was the most useless and the least solution to the problem.

But today she cried.

As soon as the golden beads were dropped, they were washed away by the rain, as if nothing had happened.

Only the reddish eyes left traces.

Xu is thinking of the past, maybe this is her real reunion with the little mute.

The little mute has grown up, and is no longer the little kid who let her be rounded and flattened, but she can't beat her and can only stare at her angrily.

Han Qingman was not born fearless. In fact, during the three years she lived with her grandfather after returning to China, she woke up countless nights and was haunted by nightmares.

In the past, she was alone and supported everything by herself, so she couldn't be afraid.Once she is afraid and shaken, she will expose her weakness.

That's when she forgot what it was like to be afraid.

But after returning to my grandfather, I don’t have to sleep with a dagger in my arms at night, nor am I woken up by gunshots when I fall asleep, and I sit in the corner and hug myself until dawn.

On the contrary, she is not used to the comfortable and stable days.

She starts to get scared.

Grandpa took her to the doctor, and the doctor said she was suffering from PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder.

For a long time, she didn't like to talk or laugh. Later, when her grandfather passed away, she was adopted by Shen's family. Mingyue's mother took care of her patiently and carefully, cared for her, and combed her beautiful braids. The line of defense gradually collapsed.

The later Han Qingman was cheerful, generous, lively and loved to laugh. No one could have guessed what she was like before she was 12 years old.

They all thought she was fine, but in fact she just locked the crazy, perverse Annika deep in her heart.

Until she met the little mute who had grown up again, that indescribable sense of familiarity touched the DNA in her blood.

Han Qingman was distracted, and Wen Jingyan bit her punishingly, ending the long kiss.

He pulled her up, sat down by himself, and leaned against the tree trunk again: "I want to be alone for a while."

"You think I'm annoying?" Han Qingman said, "Oh, man! It's as if I'm important to you before, but you're going to drive me away."

Han Qingman looks like an abandoned widow.

Wen Jingyan raised his eyes and glanced at her.

It's so obvious that it's installed, so there's no need to tear it down.

No one would believe Han Qingman's beastly acting skills if she said it wasn't intentional.

So Wen Jingyan didn't answer the words, the back of his head was a little bit on the tree trunk, and his upturned face was washed away by the falling rain.

"Hello." Han Qingman moved his bent leg.

Wen Jingyan ignored her.

"Hey, little mute." She poked again.

He still ignored her.

"Yanyan, you are not suitable for mourning at a 45° elevation angle, the human design is broken, pick it up quickly."

Wen Jingyan lowered his face slightly, and glanced down at her, with a half smile but not a smile, not knowing what mood he was in.

He grabbed the cheap hand and pulled her into his arms.

Han Qingman was in a kneeling position, and threw herself on his warm chest, hearing his heart beating violently.

Her two hands hung near the heels of his legs without moving.

"Promise me, don't lie to me." His deep voice fell in her ear.

Han Qingman raised a hand and touched his head: "Who lied to you?"

"They all lied to me," Wen Jingyan said, and raised his hand to cover the back of her head, "Don't lie to me... even if you want my life."

Han Qingman was slightly startled, and smiled: "Okay, I won't lie to you. Even if one day I want your life, I will tell you the truth."

"Well, if you want it, I'll give it to you."

"Little mute, have you ever thought that Auntie didn't lie to you on purpose? Auntie thought she was going to die. She was afraid that no one would be able to restrain you after she died, and she was afraid that you would become an enemy of the Gu family."

Wen Jingyan was stunned, and his body froze for a moment: "You know?"

"I saw it," Han Qingman said, "I came from the tunnel."

Wen Jingyan's embrace was getting warmer and warmer. Han Qingman let him hug her like this, and leaned against his face and said, "What do you think? If you want to go back..."

"Go back?" Wen Jingyan laughed, a little coldly, "I can't go back."

Wen Jingyan grabbed her arms to separate from himself, and looked at her: "Do you know how many people's blood is on my hands? They are white, I am black, there is no balance between good and evil. My surname is not Gu, and the Gu family does not have me." For such a person, the Wen family is my destination. My destination... is to lick blood on the tip of a knife, and then die in some plot or conspiracy someday."

As he spoke, the red blood in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"I can't go back. I can only be named Wen for the rest of my life," he said. "She thinks the same way. If I go back, I will only shame that family, let them be nailed to the pillar of shame, and be cast aside by others."

Han Qingman put her hand on his face: "Auntie doesn't think so. She's just afraid that you won't be able to control you, and that you will hurt the members of the Gu family if you get out of control. Rather than letting you fight each other, it's better not to communicate with each other forever."

He smiled: "Is there a difference?"

"There is a difference." Han Qingman just said so.

But she couldn't convince him.

Because even she thinks what he said is right, and if Aunt Shu didn't tell him, she must have taken into account the fear of hurting the Gu family.

She couldn't let Wen Jingyan go back to Gu's house hastily.

Out of guilt for her son, she chose to stay in the Wen family to be his mother, hoping to make up for him.

It's unfair to Wen Jingyan, but to Aunt Shu, does she have other choices and methods?

How could she abandon the glory and reputation of the Gu family.

She can't have it both ways.

"Auntie..." Han Qingman looked at him and said, "I just think you can live well in Wen's house, if you don't know the truth all your life."

Wen Jingyan suddenly laughed, and his eye sockets seemed to be filled with rainwater: "That's right, I'm really doing well. And as long as I shut up, everyone can live well."

Han Qingman paused for a few seconds, "Auntie doesn't mean that, and neither do I."

"I won't do what she doesn't want me to do. In the future, the Wen family and the Gu family will never get in touch with each other. I will do what she wishes."

Han Qingman frowned, feeling a little depressed, "Actually—"

"Besides," Wen Jingyan looked at her and smiled, "I killed my brother with the same father and mother with a borrowed knife. Do you think, can I go back like this? They can accept a scum who mutilated their own siblings ?”

"Your brother of the same father and mother?" Han Qingman looked puzzled, wasn't that just words?My aunt doesn't have a third child anymore.

"Do you believe it, my little brother was reborn, and I used Lu Fang's hand to 'kill' him in my previous life."

"???" No matter how crazy Han Qingman was, she still felt that this statement was outrageous.

Wen Jingyan tore off his clothes, grabbed her hand and pressed it to the scar on his heart: "This knife was stabbed by my dear little brother."

Han Qingman's eyes widened.

Everyone thought that it was done by people from He Family Tang, how could it be...

He pulled Han Qingman into his arms again, and held him tightly: "All his pain came from me. I stood by and watched him step by step into the quagmire, and finally he was doomed. I believed everything he said, because I knew I I can do it, I hate him, I hated him before. Why they took my mother and didn't treat her well; why he lived in the sun clean and I was dirty; Seeing his photo makes her feel sad... Her heart is not in the Wen family."

The rain poured down mixed with tears, and there was still warmth when it dripped on her shoulders.

"But I was wrong..." He hugged her and leaned on her shoulder, "The truth is not like this... Manman, I can't turn back, I can't go back."

Han Qingman raised her hand, hugged him, and patted his back.

"I'll accompany you," she said, "I don't care if you are Wen Jingyan or Gu Tianxiang, I only recognize you as a little dumb, and this will never change."

"Little dumb," she said softly, "we've all been hurt and bloody, even if we can't help ourselves, we're still guilty. We'll go to hell, but I'll walk with you that way."