Chapter 31 Response

The winter of the year when he was about to graduate from university was the time when Ren Zhaoyuan reacted the most to the snow.

Everything related to snow in the past, the good and the good, were blurred, only the fear and pain returned once, and the memory fragments that had been reluctantly enlarged and condensed, irresistible.

After his parents left again, the snow fell a few times in S City, and he fell ill a few times.

He knows that everything has nothing to do with whether it snows or not. Even if he hides in a place where the sun is shining all year round, what should happen will still happen.

What is lost will still be lost, and what is gone will still be gone.

But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't control it.

I don't know how to explain my resistance to the innocent weather, nor can I describe the discomfort gushing from the bottom of my heart from the moment I felt the first snow.

Hypocritical and ridiculous.

Besides, Ren Zhaoyuan has never been good at talking.

Later, the teacher persuaded and enlightened him many times, Ren Zhaoyuan thought, it was just a hurdle, and he had to overcome it.

Before going abroad, he had a tattoo of an eagle rushing out of snow and clouds on his back. After hours of pain, he convinced himself to use the tattoo as a dividing point.

The future is the future, the past is the past.

Later, he stayed in Florence for a few years. Although there was very little snow in winter, Ren Zhaoyuan devoted himself to studying design, and other things gradually faded away.

After returning to China, there was no obvious reaction to the heavy snow. After a few years, the snow had already changed back to an ordinary weather that he didn't like very much.

But it was another severe pain in the snow.

Recurrence of an old disease is worse than a new injury.

Snow was something that bored him again, even more than before.

It happened in the spring of the previous year, and it has been two years now. Do you have to toss yourself like you did when you didn't graduate from college to get past the snowy hurdle?

Have you lived in vain for so many years?

Ren Zhaoyuan twisted the cigarette in his hand, poured himself another glass of wine, suddenly thought of something when he brought it to his lips, stopped for a few seconds and put it down.

Promised, not bad.

Although it seems that have not paid attention to it once, and it will not be necessary in the future.

I can't tell where I am uncomfortable, it seems that I am uncomfortable everywhere.

The curtains on the side were closed tightly, time passed by, Ren Zhaoyuan sat for a while, and finally got up and pressed the control switch of the curtains.

It's just snowing.

Nothing to suffer.

There is nothing to escape.

You can't always let your emotions be affected, you have to overcome it, step by step, first—

Ren Zhaoyuan's pupils shuddered suddenly, and he suddenly pushed the window and leaned out.

"Tan.."

Tan Zheng!

Ren Zhaoyuan's brain was completely blank for two seconds, and the sight that entered his eyes seemed to be separated by a large piece of special-shaped glass, pulled very close and pushed into the abyss.

Similar scenes from childhood overlap with the present moment.

Same night, same snow.

The sky was snowing heavily and the ground was pale, and the people he cared about most lay in it.

not moving at all.

Ren Zhaoyuan tried his best and couldn't shout, he hurriedly turned around and ran down.

I don't know how I went downstairs or how I pushed the door out, I don't know how long or short I spent, and I wasn't even sure if I was having nightmares again.

There were still a few meters away when Ren Zhaoyuan slowly stepped down, and every step he took was in a trance and weightlessness.

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, and he even struggled to breathe. It was only when he fell to the ground that he called out a mosquito-like sound: "Tan Zheng..."

Tan Zheng thought he was delusional when he heard it.

"Brother Zhaoyuan?" As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Ren Zhaoyuan and Tan Zheng really broke away from his thoughts, and sat up on his back, "Why..."

It was inappropriate enough to stay downstairs in the middle of the night, let alone lying down on the ground.

Tan Zheng didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and immediately realized that Ren Zhaoyuan was wrong.

"What's the matter?" The coat on his body was soaked through, but it was able to keep out some wind. Tan Zheng quickly took it off and wrapped Ren Zhaoyuan first, "Why don't you put on a little more and then come down, go back to the house."

"What’s wrong with you?"

Tan Zheng was stunned: "I didn't do anything."

Ren Zhaoyuan's eyes fell back from his face on the traces where he had been lying. Tan Zheng reacted and explained a little embarrassedly, "That's right, I suddenly want to lie down for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was shoved violently, and Tan Zheng might as well almost fall back for a while.

Tan Zheng was stunned by his sudden push, blinked and straightened up and asked uncertainly, "Why..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ren Zhaoyuan pushed him again: "You are sick!"

This time Tan Zheng couldn't hold on and fell directly into the snow. Hearing his hoarse voice, he hurriedly slammed a handful of snow into the face: "Tan Zheng, are you sick!"

"You..." Tan Zheng wiped off the snow and panicked when he saw the tears on Ren Zhaoyuan's face, "What's wrong? Why are you crying..."

Like a child with an outburst of temper, Ren Zhaoyuan didn't let him approach, and kept grabbing the snow beside him and threw him: "It's fun to lie in the snow, isn't it! Is it fun!"

The coat that was draped over his body fell due to the violent movement, and only then did Tan Zheng realize that Ren Zhaoyuan was actually barefoot.

"Why don't you wear shoes?"

Tan Zheng got up in a hurry and wanted to bring Ren Zhaoyuan in, but Ren Zhaoyuan didn't listen at all.

It was freezing cold outside, and bare feet would definitely get frostbite.

Tan Zheng immediately took Ren Zhaoyuan into his arms regardless of Ren Zhaoyuan's struggles, and took advantage of the moment when he couldn't resist.

"Okay okay, don't fight, don't move," Tan Zheng said in a low voice as he strode, "It's me who's sick, it's all my fault, I'll fight later, ah, go back and fight, let out your anger..."

Ren Zhaoyuan gradually regained his strength after struggling for a short distance, but the whole person trembled more and more, and he tried his best to endure it, but he couldn't help it, and a sob came out of his throat.

Tan Zheng had never seen Ren Zhaoyuan cry.

Usually Ren Zhaoyuan frowned and he couldn't help but panic.

Tan Zheng was so upset by his crying that he wished he could slap himself with two more hands: "I was wrong, it's all my fault, I was scared in the middle of the night, right?"

Ren Zhaoyuan ignored him, and Tan Zheng apologized and coaxed, but didn't stop at his feet. He came to Ren Zhaoyuan's house once and twice, and went straight to the cloakroom and put him on the sofa.

"It's alright, ah, it's alright."

Ren Zhaoyuan was buried in his chest without raising his head, so Tan Zheng leaned down in front of the sofa, retracted his knee-bending hand and placed it on Ren Zhaoyuan's back to pat: "Change clothes first, okay? Otherwise, it's time to get sick. I don't like going to the hospital."

Tan Zheng still hugged him, didn't move, just continued to whisper, "I have to change too, can you lend me another set of clothes to wear?"

"I know I'm wrong, and it won't be like this again, will you take care of me?"

"Teacher?"

"Brother Zhaoyuan?"

"Brother?"

Ren Zhaoyuan let go of the hand that was holding Tan Zheng's clothes tightly, and stepped back into the sofa, without making a sound, he sat up with support.

"I'm looking for a dress, I'll be ready soon."

Tan Zheng took the set from the wardrobe on the loungewear side, walked back and put it by Ren Zhaoyuan's hand, and crouched down in front of him: "You change your clothes first, I'll change it inside, call me when you're done?"

Ren Zhaoyuan didn't want to pay attention to him, and Tan Zheng couldn't force him to answer. He only took out the hanger inside the home clothes and took the clothes to Ren Zhaoyuan's hand.

When changing clothes, Tan Zheng paid attention to the noise, but he didn't hear any sound. He guessed that Ren Zhaoyuan didn't change. He tried to make two calls and walked out without answering. Ren Zhaoyuan was still sitting on the sofa just like before.

The house clothes on Ren Zhaoyuan's body are just a layer of cotton fabric, the top is fine, and the house pants have been damp from top to bottom after spending time in the snow.

Tan Zheng squatted in front of him again and tried to persuade him for a while, but Ren Zhaoyuan remained silent, and Tan Zheng had no choice.

If you don't change it, it's better to find a thick blanket to cover it. Tan Zheng looked around and suddenly remembered that he didn't close the door after he came in. No wonder the room wasn't so warm.

Tan Zheng went to the inner closet and took a cotton coat and put it on Ren Zhaoyuan's leg. He planned to go out and closed the door.

"Don't go."

"I'm going..." The unease in Ren Zhaoyuan's eyes was too obvious, but Tan Zheng took his hand and walked back to him, squatted down, and said to him, "I'm not leaving, I just wanted to close the door, if I don't leave, just in here."

The gauze on his hand disappeared for some reason, and the scalded red was exposed from the cuff to the back of his hand. Tan Zheng moved his hand away and only held Ren Zhaoyuan's four fingers.

"Does it still hurt?"

He didn't hear the answer, Tan Zheng looked up at him, but saw the mist in Ren Zhaoyuan's eyes getting heavier and heavier, and finally couldn't bear to fall, and it was hitting the tiger's mouth that Tan Zheng was holding Ren Zhaoyuan's hand.

Tan Zheng was so distressed that he didn't know what to do. He took his hand and hit him in the face. Ren Zhaoyuan couldn't react quickly. With a sound, his hand shook as if it was being burned, and he flinched, frowning and scolding. Him: "You are sick..."

With a hoarse cry, it sounded wronged.

Tan Zheng raised his hand to wipe his tears, Ren Zhaoyuan avoided to wipe, Tan Zheng got up on one knee on the ground, raised his arm around him.

"I'm sick, I'm not good, it's all my fault, don't cry, okay? Hit me again when you're angry, okay?"

Ren Zhaoyuan rested his forehead on Tan Zheng's neck, grabbed the hem of his waist with his hand, and then said, "You scared me to death..."

Tan Zheng hugged the person tightly, raised his hand from top to bottom to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, I'm fine, I'm just here, right?"

"What about later?"

"It will be there in the future, as long as you don't push it away, it will always be there."

Ren Zhaoyuan closed his eyes and said, "I don't believe it."

"real."

Ren Zhaoyuan still said, "I don't believe it."

"Ah..." Tan Zheng turned his head sideways and rubbed his chin between Ren Zhaoyuan's hair, "What should I do..."

Ren Zhaoyuan did not speak.

"I especially want to show you the results and let you know that as long as you agree, it will never be a false proposition."

"But to get the answer, you can only solve it step by step. I can only prove it by going through it year by year."

Tan Zheng stroked his hand from the root of his hair to the end of his neck, and then put it on the back of his neck and gently rubbed him to discuss: "Mr. Ren, give me a chance to answer the question and let me prove it to you, okay?"

After a long time, Ren Zhaoyuan loosened the hem of Tan Zheng's waist, stretched forward and grabbed a piece of fabric on his back, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

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