Chapter 27 Ants

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 should give Fu Wenyuan an answer after careful consideration. It was not just a perfunctory talk, but he really wanted to be cautiously responsible for the rest of his life.

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

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

The phone couldn't get through, Ye Rong waited patiently until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and Ye Rong decided to grab his jacket and go out to find someone.

Ye Sheng is such an old man, and he has always been assertive. Originally, there was nothing to worry about, but the older this child is, the more unpredictable Ye Rong is about him. There would be no reason not to go home.

Ye Rong ran a few streets and finally found someone in a small alley near Ye Sheng's school.

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

"Ye Sheng!"

Ye Rong ran over out of breath, black face was about to speak, but Ye Sheng looked up at him blankly, his pale face was full of helplessness, and dried blood was stagnant on his temples.

Ye Rong was a little dazed. The last time he saw Ye Sheng's fragile appearance like a child was many years ago. He would cry, cry, and beg him to save him.

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

Ye Sheng seemed to be gradually warming up in Ye Rong's embrace, leaning on him to regain his senses a little bit, before calling out Ye Rong's name hoarsely for a long time.

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

Ye Rong said half-jokingly and half-comfortingly as he coaxed the child: "Isn't our little boss very powerful, he dared to stab someone with a knife, how can it be like this now?"

Ye Sheng buried his face on the side of his neck, hugged Ye Rong tightly, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, his voice was full of pain and despair, "Ye Rong, blame me, blame me... Meng Ru is dead, she Dead, I almost caught her..."

Ye Rong quickly understood what had happened from his intermittent and fragmented words.

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

Ye Sheng had helped her with all his hard work, and with that little throbbing of youth, he didn't expect it to end so unexpectedly.

Fiction creation requires logic, but reality often lacks logic.

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

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

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Ye Sheng choked, like a dying beast screaming, every word uttered was bloody, "I killed so many people, your parents, and now Meng Ru... if you let me die then, Ye Rong, do you regret it?"

In an instant, the memory was like a paint bucket kicked over, and the mottled and thick dripped all over the ground. The night wind was still passing by, but it made him feel like he was in the scorching sun again.

Across a narrow doorway, outside the door are the long-lost parents who are still looking for their own, and inside the door are the most vicious human traffickers aiming their knives at a blood-stained child.

In the silent confrontation, the sweat on Ye Rong's head rolled into his eyes, making him dizzy and unable to see everything clearly. His hands were shaking on the doorknob. As long as the door was opened, his forcedly dislocated 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, with blood and tears mixed in his face as he was strangled by his neck, there was still light in his eyes, and he shouted in a faint voice...

"elder brother……"

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

He is looking at the world like 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.

Like the crack of the closed door, the biting of the bleeding lower lip, and the sharp and sharp tinnitus in the long silence.

Ye Rong admits that he is not a holy father, he just knows how heavy his feelings are and how heavy his life is. He can't help but watch the child who has been with him in the mud for so long die.

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

Ye Sheng has no regrets after asking him now. Ye Rong repeated this question over and over again in his heart without getting 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 own dull pain, he just couldn't figure out why Ye Sheng had to carry this heavy shackle on his back, and kept him in the mud again and again.

Ye Rong's slightly icy hand moved from his back to the back of his head, gently stroking it like a feather in the breeze, and his voice, neither light nor heavy, seemed to be filtered from warm water, "It's not your fault, Xiaosheng, don't do it. Blame yourself, yes, it's life..."