Did Zha Gong get kicked today?

Drinking heavily day and night, holding Wen Tingjun's photo, lying down on the cold floor in the dark room.

Yan Mingfeng's heart was empty as if he had lost the whole world, and his heart was suffering very much, as if his heart was being bitten by countless ants, the pain was numb, he hit his forehead against the wall, regretting his stupidity.

In the seventh month after Wen Tingjun left, he realized how important he was to him, more important than his life.

Yan Mingfeng thought about Wen Tingjun over and over again like crazy, but the more he recalled, the more he realized that he was really bad for him.

From the contempt when they first met, as a substitute, to the deep-rooted affection for the other party.

He didn't take what he said casually, but the other party took what he said was true.

Waiting for him to go home every day until sometimes the street lights outside were out, and he curled up on the sofa in the living room and fell asleep frowning.

He made an appointment to eat together, but he always missed the appointment due to various circumstances, but he felt that it was not an important matter, but Ting Jun questioned him again and again sadly, until finally his voice gradually became softer and softer. Does he think he is too annoying, so he doesn't want to talk to him.

Without even being perfunctory, he directly said that it really annoyed him, so tired of panic....

He hasn't said anything since then.

Thinking about it now, it really broke his heart.

When he was there, he didn't feel that important, but when he disappeared, he found that he was an air to him. He didn't seem that important, and he was always ignored, but he could never leave him.

And he had always firmly believed that he would not leave him, but he did not expect that he would leave first in the end.

The person who was always tired of him and called him every day disappeared, and he found that he really missed him, missed him so much.

"I miss you so much, I miss you so much, Ting Jun...".A low whisper floated in the air in the empty room.

Yan Mingfeng tightened his clothes around his heart, his heart ached, he couldn't help curling up his body, curled up like an insecure baby, holding Wen Tingjun's small photo tightly in his arms.

Lowering his eyelids, in a trance, Yan Mingfeng seemed to see Wen Tingjun standing in the darkness with a faint light on his body, with a gentle smile that touched his heart.

When Ye Zeyun visited Yan Mingfeng and Wen Tingjun's home again, he discovered that Yan Mingfeng had compiled all the shares of his properties into documents and asked the lawyer to hand them over to the old lady.

As if she noticed something, Mrs. Yan immediately sent him to look for him, and knocked on the door for five or six minutes, but the cleaning lady didn't come to answer the door.

It was clearly in the afternoon, so the aunt who was cooking should have come in at this time.

Frowning, Ye Zeyun decisively called the apartment manager to open the door.

When I opened the room, I was shocked!

A large piece of pure white roses covered Yan Mingfeng and Wen Tingjun's room, which was Wen Tingjun's favorite flower before his death.

Yan Mingfeng is very generous to his lover, money, house and jewelry, as long as you ask him, he is willing to give it. Before he was with Wen Tingjun, he was a well-known generous "gold master" in the circle.

As long as he likes them, don't talk about feelings and money, get together and leave easily, no one is dissatisfied.

Wen Tingjun is not a member of the circle, and even just unintentionally broke into the incompatible white paper in the world of Yan Mingfeng.

Gradually, it became infected with traces of the name Yan Ming Feng.

He didn't want anything Yan Mingfeng gave him, and he had to rely on his own ability to get what he wanted.

The only time he took the initiative to ask for a gift was when he said on his 20th birthday that he wanted to send him a bouquet of white roses on his next birthday.

At this moment, the person who wanted the white rose was gone, and the person who gave the white rose was lying in the sea of ​​flowers and closed his eyes, with a smile on his mouth, as if he had some sweet dream.

But not in the ups and downs of the chest, quietly proving that the other party has long been silent.

A forensic medical certificate was sent to the old lady's desk. The cause of death was: excessive drinking and alcohol poisoning.

At the banquet, white curtains were hung, and an old man was crying in a low voice. The old and hoarse crying, the crying person was very sympathetic.

When Yan Mingfeng woke up, he found that he was dead, but he seemed to be alive, but he didn't look like alive. He could still think and have his own thoughts and actions, but no one could hear his voice and see him. The figure exists like a ghost mentioned in a ghost story in an online novel.

……

Soon he found himself following an eleven or twelve-year-old boy like a spirit behind him.

The boy was quiet and obedient like a delicate girl.

I always sit on the sand dunes in the small park by the roadside for a whole day, and then walk home obediently before the sun sets.

Such days lasted for a week, and he also knew that the boy had a beautiful mother with a sad smile, and this mother loved the boy very much.

And there is no third person around them, this is obviously a single-parent family.

"Little idiot, it's getting dark again, and I'm not going home yet." Yan Mingfeng sat beside the boy.

Take a close look at the child's appearance.

"It looks a bit like Ting Jun." I really thought he was going crazy, maybe because the child's mother called him Junjun, and smiled at himself, Yan Mingfeng found that today seemed a little different from the past.

"Junjun, mommy has found daddy. Mommy will take you to find daddy, okay?" The woman's always sad face showed a joyful expression for the first time except the smiling face of the child.

The long white dress she always wore was also changed into a beige shirt and slacks, and a pair of flat shoes under her feet, and her tone was full of expectation.

"Dad? Is Dad back?".There was a smile on the boy's always quiet face, and his voice was crisp and lovely.

Then, Yan Mingfeng saw the familiar man, the man who sold Wen Tingjun, it turned out that Junjun was Junjun...

In the elongated timeline, only his eyes went dark, and Wen Tingjun's mother stayed with his stepfather. The man had a gentle smile and looked like a loving father.

However, as Wen Tingjun's mother insisted that Wen Tingjun not change his surname, and his physical condition deteriorated every day, Wen Tingjun's stepfather Liu Feng soon changed, and his temper became more and more irritable day by day.

In other words, it's not that he has changed, but that his hidden nature was so good at the beginning that Mother Wen didn't notice it at all.

Liu Feng's temper is getting worse and worse, when he is drunk, he will swear and even beat the young Wen Tingjun.

Mother Wen, whose health gradually deteriorated to the point that it was difficult to get out of bed, could not protect her child, lying on the bed with tears in her eyes, screaming: "Hide outside, Junjun."

The boy glanced at his mother, then at his tall father in fear, turned around and ran out, followed by Yan Mingfeng and looked back at the woman on the bed, his eyes flickering.

She regretted it. She fell in love with a boy when she was young, and fell in love with Wen Tingjun.

But the boy ran away, and he said he would go home and ask his parents to propose marriage.

However, he was gone for several months.

She couldn't find the boy, only then did she realize that she didn't know anything except the boy's name and age.

One day, she suddenly found herself with morning sickness, and she couldn't bear to part with the child whose heart was beating gently in her belly.

She was raised in an orphanage since she was born and wanted to have a family.

So she decided to give birth to him, and then waited for her boy in this small town. She felt that the sweet words the boy whispered in her ear, that he would marry her, were true.

Wait, wait, wait until Junjun is 13 years old, the boy has grown into a man, but he still hasn't come back.

Junjun is a good boy who has been waiting for his father to take him home.

But how did he know that his father was a bastard, an irresponsible bastard.

She is not the innocent girl who foolishly believed what a boy said when she was young.

She can't wait to form a family with the person she loves, but she still wants to give Junjun a family.

But she didn't expect that she went blind again, which made her Junjun suffer...

The weak body and the painful cough gradually became weak in the hut, and the woman closed her eyes.

Liu Feng pushed open the door cursingly: "It's really unlucky, the child refuses to change his surname, married a sick child, obviously looks quite rich, it seems like he wants to die within a few years, coughing every day...".

"It's the same with this child. He doesn't even smile a lot every day. What are you doing with a mournful face? It's so ugly."

……

As he spoke, he walked towards a certain venue, he was going to play a couple of games to have fun.

In the evening, the door of the hut was carefully pushed open, and Wen Tingjun, who was wide-eyed, confused and helpless, trotted to the bedside, looked at his mother lying on the bed, with his hands drooping powerlessly beside the bed.

The little hand hugged the mother's hand and put it on the bed, kicked the mother carefully to tuck in the quilt, climbed onto the bed, sat beside the mother, and called softly: "Mom."

No one answered.

"Mom, it's so cold at home, are you cold?"

He didn't understand how his gentle father suddenly changed into a different person. He always drank bitter water, and would scold him and beat him again.

The moonlight shone on the woman through the window, Yan Mingfeng's eyes shrank, the woman was dead.

Looking at the small, unaware Wen Tingjun's aggrieved face when he called his mother, but no one answered.

He bent down to hug him, but hugged nothing.

Wen Tingjun blinked, and got into the quilt after a while, "Mom, your body is so cold, Junjun will keep you warm."

The small body hugged her mother tightly, and closed her eyes, so well-behaved that it made people feel sad.