At this moment, the air in the room seemed to be frozen.

Song Qingnian turned his head a little stiffly.

At this moment, he didn't know how to express himself, and there was only a buzzing sound in his mind.

Two words were repeated in my ears: ...Dad...Dad...

At this moment, he seemed to have a lot of questions to ask.

Your father is not the president of Fei Clan Group, your father is not injured and recuperating at home, why is your father's hair green, how does this person look like your father...

But under Fei Tian's eyes, all his words seemed to be stuck in his throat, with pain like a knife, as if he would bleed as soon as he opened his mouth.

Song Qingnian couldn't say anything at this time.

He actually wanted to say something, wanted to explain something, but he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth.

I just felt that every pore in heart seemed to be blocked, and it was so painful that couldn't breathe.

The past with Fei Tian began to flash before his eyes like a movie. The two fought together, raced together, drank together, ate ice cream together, and got in the rain together...

Just now he gave him a card...

Song Qingnian actually thought about it a long time ago, what would happen if Fei Tian finally found out that he did the things, he felt that they would definitely break up and become enemies with each other, but he never thought that he would be so sad .

The heart is blocked.

Do you regret it, regret it...

Will you do it? You should still... Yes.

The two of them were naturally on opposing sides.

Fei Tian looked at Song Qingnian for a long time, as if he was waiting for his explanation, or something else.

But looking at the person who didn't say anything in the end, it was like a person who acquiesced in something.

Fei Tian's eyes were red with anger.

But in the end, he only clenched his fist tightly, turned around and left without saying a word.

It seemed like he didn't want to stay here for a second.

Fei Ran hurriedly followed behind.

The second floor quickly fell silent.

At this moment, the cruise ship seemed to be silent.

Fei Tian got out of the cruise ship and galloped all the way, he didn't know why he wanted to go there, his legs were like chopsticks with motors, walking like he was going to fly.

Fei Ran couldn't do it anymore, he ran up quickly, reached out and grabbed his clothes: "Son, rest."

Fei Tian dumped people.

... didn't get rid of it.

Fei Ran grasped it firmly, and said firmly again: "Take a rest."

Fei Tian refused, "I don't."

In just two words, his voice was choked with unstoppable sobs.

Fei Ran leaned over, "Are you crying?"

"I didn't." Fei Tian shouted suddenly, "He's not worth it."

Fei Ran looked at the man who was crying while tears were streaming down his face, and fell silent for a while.

Then, he slowly stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms, his voice was a little soft: "Why isn't it worth it, you were once friends, weren't you?"

Fei Tian clenched the hem of Fei Ran's clothes.

"It's worth it, after all, we won't be friends in the future."

At this moment, Fei Tian suddenly felt a little defeated, he stretched out his arms and hugged Fei Ran tightly, sobbing loudly.

The street lamp on the side of the asphalt road is like a conscientious sentry standing guard. It holds a blazing light to illuminate the people under the lamp, and the black shadow casts a hugging arc on the ground.

The breeze blew, and after an unknown amount of time, the air gradually became quiet.

The body in Fei Ran's arms also seemed to have reacted to something, and suddenly became a little stiff.

Fei Ran didn't seem to notice, he was thinking about something seriously.

He patted his head in his arms and said, "Son, I seem to be hungry."

Fei Tian quickly lifted his head from Fei Ran's embrace, and he turned his head, his voice still choked with sobs: "Go eat when you're hungry."

"Daddy wants to eat egg noodles."

The two took a taxi home.

When Mr. Fei called, Fei Ran answered it.

"Dad,...we're on our way back...I miss you so much..."

"...That's just one aspect... It's true that I miss you..."

With the buzzing sound of the car, accompanied by Fei Ran's chattering voice with the old man, Fei Tian leaned on the back seat and looked out the window, and gradually calmed down, his gaze was a little dazed as he looked into the distance.

When the two arrived home, the lights of Fei's mansion were still on, and from a distance they saw a man on crutches standing at the gate, looking around.

The summer wind blows on the person, carrying the heat that has not dissipated during the day, Fei Tian feels as if his surroundings are surrounded by warm air.

Seeing the old man, Fei Ran immediately let go of Fei Tian's hand, ran up and gave the old man a big hug, "Dad, I miss you so much."

Where did the old man accept such blunt words? The three members of the Fei family are all dull gourds, they can only do things but not talk. Since Fei Ran lost his memory, he is the one who talks sweetly the most in the Fei family.

The old man put his hand on his shoulder and slapped him hard, "You haven't come back for a week, miss me? Hmph, I think you are short of money."

"Oh, Brother Tian is still here, save me some face."

"What heaven!" The old man stomped the crutch in his hand, "Don't talk nonsense."

Fei Ran stretched out his hand to grab the old man's shoulders, and walked in: "Dad, have you watched the video of my begging..."

The door of Fei's house was half open, two people walked in facing the light, Fei Tian followed behind, he looked at their backs, his eyes slowly stained with a smile.

Soon, however, he stopped laughing.

"Fei Ran!"

Fei Tianzhi's brow was buzzing.

Didn't he say that he is not allowed to shoot!

Fei Tian stretched out his hand and wanted to grab the phone in Fei Ran's hand again, but Fei Ran directly pulled the old man to block the gun, still yelling: "Dad, did you see that Fei Tian can make noodles, do you want to eat?"

Before the old man could speak, Fei Ran said to Fei Tian: "Brother Tian, ​​you can do it, your grandpa wants to eat it too."

Mr. Fei: ... No, he didn't speak.

The final result of the dispute was that the three descendants of the Fei family ate noodles around the coffee table in front of the sofa, and originally cooked a bowl for the younger brother, but he fell asleep.

In the end, the younger brother's noodles were eaten by Fei Ran.

Compared with Fei Tian's side, Song Qingnian's side is not so good.

Maybe when people are unlucky, they will be unlucky wherever they go.

After Song Qingnian got out of the cruise ship, he was like a walking dead. After walking for an unknown time, there was a bang, and the sky suddenly started to rain heavily.

The rain crackled on his head, body, and face, and soon slid down his hair from his cheeks and into his neckline.

Song Qingnian continued to walk forward, as if he didn't feel anything.

bang——

Another thunderclap.

Suddenly, for some reason, Song Qing smiled lightly.

He continued to move forward indifferently, his footsteps seemed to tremble after excessive walking.

As he walked, the surrounding scenery became more and more empty, and the surrounding trees were blown by the wind, like a monster with teeth and claws in the rain of the night.

Soon, after turning the corner, a villa appeared not far from him, shimmering in the night's wind and rain.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingnian's eyes softened a little.

The villa, which was completely dark in the past, is now lit with lights.

In fact, no one needs to wait for him, a lamp is enough.

He only felt that some strength had come to him again, and the hasty steps under his feet became faster.

The heavy rain was falling, bending the surrounding green plants. In the silent night, the sound of the heavy rain overshadowed everything.

Song Qingnian's hand slowly stopped in front of the half-closed door, and all the light in his eyes gradually fell silent.

In the house, fierce quarrels were erupting.

"...You said that once that woman died, you would take me over. Now! Now! I've been waiting for so long! Obviously I'm your wife!"

The woman's sobs were accompanied by sharp complaints: "...I gave up my studies, gave birth to your son, and took care of the elderly. How could you treat me like this..."

"... Can it be my fault! It's all the fault of that damned woman, who would have thought that she had a son who almost gave all her property to that bastard when she died..."

"...Besides, I just want you to wait! You ruined my plan and I still take good care of you! Look at what you have become now! You are so ugly! How can you still have the old... "

Song Qingnian slowly reached out and pushed the door in. The faint creaking sound of the wooden door did not attract the slightest attention from inside.

Looking at the mess all over the floor, and the two people standing opposite each other accusing each other, his heart went blank.

No idea.

I don't know what to think.

He just stood there watching quietly.

In the end, it was Ran Qiuting who was standing opposite him who first noticed him.

As if seeing a life-saving straw, she tightly grasped Song Qingnian's hand like a lunatic, and asked anxiously, "Am I ugly? Isn't it good-looking? Didn't you say I'm beautiful last time!"

Song Qingnian just looked at her quietly.

Ran Qiuting became anxious and began to roar: "Speak! Speak! Speak!"

However, before Ran Qiuting went crazy again, Song Lin came over, and he tore Ran Qiuting away who was holding Song Qingnian.

Frowning and looking at Song Qingnian, he asked, "How is things going?"

Song Qingnian slowly raised his head and looked over, with dark undercurrents in his eyes.

"Speak!" Song Linzhuang looked at the wooden man, opened his mouth and shouted, "I'll ask you again!"

Song Qingnian finally moved. He bent down slowly to pick up a broken piece of porcelain from the ground, and held it with Chibai's hands.

Song Lin was puzzled, "Are you dumb! I'm asking you something, what are you doing—"

Suddenly, there was a moment of silence.

Only the sound of rain hitting the glass can be heard around.

The long porcelain piece in Song Qingnian's hand pierced Song Linzhuang's stomach.

Song Qingnian raised his eyelids expressionlessly and glanced at Song Linzhuang, then stretched out his hand and pulled it out, ready to poke him again.

Indifferent as if without emotion.

Ran Qiuting screamed in fright. She hugged her son frantically, not letting him move, and cried, "Are you crazy! That's your father!"

Song Linzhuang came to his senses, and he glanced at the bleeding wound he was covering.

Some couldn't believe it, and some were angry. Gradually, his eyes began to look sinister. He licked his lips and stood up slowly.

He staggered, and after standing still, he quickly walked up to Song Qingnian, then raised his hand and slapped him, "You fucking want me to die, don't you!"

One side of Song Qingnian's face swelled instantly, and he turned his head to look at Song Linzhuang quietly.

Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, and he didn't seem to feel it.

Song Linxiang seemed to be irritated by his eyes. He reached out and snatched the blade from Song Qingnian's hand, and stabbed it into his stomach without thinking, "Damn it, I raised you so much, and you still want to kill me. I don’t have that ability!”

As he said that, he pulled out the knife in his hand again. After coming out, he stabbed in again.

The sound of puffing was like cutting watermelon.

Slowly, blood flowed down the wound, Song Qingnian glanced down at the bright red color, and for some reason, suddenly smiled again.

Ran Qiuting froze in place as if frightened.

When she came back to her senses, she abruptly let go of Song Qingnian's hand, and took two steps back in a panic.

Then she realized that she threw herself at Song Linzhuang's feet in an instant, hugged his leg, and cried, "Lin Zhuang, stop now! Niannian is our son!"

son.

Song Qingnian chewed these two words, and suddenly laughed violently, tears fell from the laughter.

Blood flowed down the trouser legs to the ground.

Song Qingnian thought.

Why, why is he their son.

Song Linzhuang glanced at the messy scene and the person who was still laughing after being stabbed, and said coldly, "Useless things."

Ping——

The blood-stained broken porcelain long knife was thrown on the ground, and the bright red blood slid down the porcelain, and soon smeared on the white floor, like a blooming flower.

After Song Linzhuang left, the room quickly fell silent.

Only the sound of Ran Qiuting crying remained.

However, soon, as if thinking of Song Qingnian, she crawled back and hugged him in a panic, "Niannian...Niannian...Are you okay...It's okay...It's okay...Mom called an ambulance, You call an ambulance, if you insist on it, your mother is here..."

Song Qingnian looked up at the person who was hugging him anxiously and panicked, her eyes were full of undisguised true feelings, and she heard the words resounding in her ears.

Song Qingnian smiled lightly.

He knew that she was sincere, and that she really cared about him at this moment.

But what to do.

He couldn't hold on any longer.

Smiling and laughing, his tears began to flow down from the corners of his eyes.

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Some people heal their childhood with their whole life, and some people heal their whole life with their childhood. May you and I be lucky in everything we meet.