Huai Yu holding Jing

"Are you coming back?"

"……Um."

"Is something wrong? It's not like you, Huaiyu."

"You have worked hard during this time, thank you when you go back."

"...how much have you smoked?"

"Not much." I glanced at the messy cigarette butts around me, closed my sour eyes forcefully, and lit another cigarette, "I can't be more soft-handed. When they recuperate, they turn around and take another puff. After so many years of dealing with it, There should be an explanation."

"Huaiyu, my uncle told me that no matter what, he is your elder brother." On the other side of the phone, Fang Liang's voice was as gentle as ever, but there was also an unquestionable solemnity. In the past, I would calm down—but I think I'm calm now.

"Heh," Yoyo exhaled a puff of smoke, and I sneered, "My grandfather must have said that too, but my uncle is still dead, otherwise how could you and I grow up so big."

"...Is something wrong with Wei Jing?"

My hand trembled, and I managed to hold the cigarette firmly: "Ah, why do you know everything?"

"Guess." Fang Liang smiled helplessly, "Why, he still won't forgive you?"

Something is stuck in the throat.Before today, I didn't know anything, and I was even looking forward to my future life, with Wei Jing.Zheng Xiaotian was right in scolding, my love is just a fluffy word, I fell into a crushing love, but I never did anything for him - even hurt his left hand.That is the hand that surpasses the painter's life. He loves painting so much, what if he can't paint in the future?

He will never forgive me again.

"Huaiyu? What's wrong with you?" Fang Liang raised his voice, "Calm down first..."

"Fang Liang...he won't forgive me..."

The moonlit night was quiet, and I heard my hoarse voice trembling intermittently:

"For so long, I haven't seen him draw. Fang Liang, I'm such a bastard... He can't draw anymore... I didn't know he was left-handed... He must hate it I'm dead, I... what will he do in the future..."

"Wei Jing... what should I do... Wei Jing..."

I gradually forgot who was on the phone, and also forgot what I wanted to say. I just chanted that name over and over again almost instinctively, holding onto it tightly, unable to let go.

But why is it a dead end.