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Jiang Shiye has been in a daze, unable to speak.

After a long time, he let out a light breath: "Do you know why he abused me?"

Yi Min shook his head.

Jiang Shiye lowered his head and tapped his fingers on the table lightly.

He didn't know why Yi Bin abused himself, why he wanted to inflict his suffering on others.

just guessing,

Alcoholism doesn't recognize people is one reason, and maybe also because...

They look alike.

He remembered the day when he was ten years old, the first time he saw Yi Bin having sex with a man, he ran away immediately and didn't see the man clearly, but it was a pity that he was born with keen ears and heard a deep male voice.

—Is that your son?

His footsteps stopped suddenly, so he couldn't hear Yi Bin's answer, but he was probably writing.

It was the male voice again.

—He is about the same age as my son.what is it call.

—It looks a lot like you.

That night when he came home, Yi Bin, who drank so much that he couldn't distinguish between humans and animals, smoked silently. He wanted to run back to his room, but suddenly dragged Yi Bin past him.

Hold the cigarette butt burning the red heart directly, and paint on the end of the eye.

Where will there be naturally beautiful scars, unless someone with a heart burns them stroke by stroke and paints one by one.

Only then will there be a unique scar like a wing.

Jiang Shiye's heart was stuck in his throat, he was too confused.

He guessed the general idea, but he could never guess the details. He couldn't help closing his eyes, and asked Yi Min with a trembling voice: "...Have you seen the person who fell in love with Yi Bin back then, and do you know his last name?"

Yi Min shook his head.

"...Then do you know that I like men too, and have a relationship?"

"I know, actor. I found it on Douyin." Yi Min smiled, "Shizai, he is very handsome, and you are a perfect match."

One hour was clearly stated, but this time was longer than expected.

Jiang Shiye felt that he had probably reconciled with his mother.

But there are other things hanging in his mind heavily.

more depressing.

They added WeChat, Yi Min left first, and Jiang Shiye was still sitting in the private room in a daze.

After a while, he got up and walked to the door.

But he found Cen Si standing against the wall, his fists clenched, and his eyes were red.

He's already here.

The four eyes met, and Jiang Shiye's eyes were instantly reddened.

"Zombie, I heard everything." Cen Si said.

It was the first time Jiang Shiye heard his trembling voice.

"Well." Jiang Shiye's tone was calm, "Then tell me your story now."

"What's the story on my side." Cen Si rubbed the back of his head irritably, avoiding his gaze.

"But you already knew, right? You also said that we won't break up because of the elders."

Cen Si choked.

Damn, I'm pretty stupid now, always talking about something with sincerity and fear.

Jiang Shiye calmly pulled him into the box again:

"Sizi, you don't have to hide anything."

His voice was immersed in the piano sound of the cafe, with a pensive texture, "I am not my uncle, and you are not your father. I just want to know what is going on, really with my mother... um, YiDid Min say the same thing?"

Cen Si stared deeply at Jiang Shiye.

a long time.

He said, "It's true."

Jiang Shiye's heart sank.

It's a bit bitter.

I don't know why.

"But it's a little different." Cen Si raised his head and said.

Chapter 77 Verse. Our Story

Cen Si knew that his father was having an affair with Uncle Jiang Shiye when they were training in Hungary.

The opening of the Paris Olympic Games is less than forty days away.

Both his father and brother came over, and there happened to be a project in Europe, so they also cheered him up.

Neither of them knew that at this moment, Cen Si would secretly send text messages to Jiang Shiye every night.

In order to prevent them from being caught, the "Burn After Reading" app they use has no chat history.

I can't talk much, Cen Si was not in a good state during that time, and his head always hurt.

In fact, he was a little dizzy during the preparations for the World Championships, but now it's getting worse.

During his preparations for the Paris Olympics, he trained even more inhumanly.

Because he has to win.

Pride, bets, dreams, love, he put too many things on it.If you win, you will be number one in the world. If you win, you will be the champion. If you win, you will come out publicly. Be with Jiang Shiye in a fair and honest way.

That's the Olympics.

He was crazy, and he was very cruel to himself. Even the coaches distressed him and asked him to slow down for a while, but he didn't care.

So only regard headaches as exhaustion and stress from training, and only focus on one thing wholeheartedly, and sometimes fall asleep unconsciously and don't care.

That night, his father and his brother's application for visiting approval was approved, and they came to the training hall to look for him.

It was nine o'clock in the evening, and Cen Si arranged extra training time for himself.

There is only him in the training hall.

He had just finished his physical training and was very tired. He was afraid that he would be surrounded by Cen Yang and Cen Fang later, and he would fall asleep immediately after returning to the dormitory, so he wanted to say something to Jiang Shiye in advance.

Sit on a chair and take a selfie.

But he seemed to be really too tired, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't hold it steady.

Slap.

The phone fell to the ground.

Cen Si was a little irritable, and knelt down to fish.

Suddenly it went dark.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that his father and his brother were both there.

He was still lying on the floor, covered with Cen Yang's coat.

Cen Si sat up and muttered in a daze, "You guys are here, I seemed to have fallen asleep just now."

"You're so tired, you slept so deeply, we couldn't bear to call you when we came in." Cen Yang handed him a glass of water, "Sizi, don't train like this, it will be counterproductive.

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