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20:00

Mama He celebrated her 60th birthday, and many people were invited at home. Everyone in the hall came and went, with dignified smiles on their faces.

He Tianxi was sitting on the sofa in a corner of the house, with his feet on the sofa, gnawing his fingernails almost helplessly, and he didn't stop gnawing his nails until he tasted blood in his mouth.

He Jialin came over directly with a bottle of champagne, sat next to him and began to pour the wine: "Calm down, drink some."

He Tianxi stared blankly at the front of her line of sight: "Sister."

He Jialin stuffed it into his palm: "Drink a little, relax, it's your mother's birthday today."

He Tianxi shook his hand away, and the champagne in the wine spilled on his clothes and the sofa under his feet. He shook his head dully: "No, I won't drink it. He doesn't like me to drink."

He Jialin paused, took the wine glass, poured herself a glass silently, and finished it with one gulp.

He Tianxi pursed his lips, with a smiley expression on his face: "It's not that he doesn't like me drinking, he doesn't even like me."

20:03

A woman in a dress came over from the side, with a bright smile on her face: "Jialin, Tianxi, what are you two talking about secretly here?"

He Jialin reluctantly raised her head to glance at the visitor, and was about to politely send him away: "We have something to do here..."

He Tianxi turned his head and glared fiercely at the visitor: "Get lost!"

The face of the visitor suddenly changed: "You..."

He Jialin put down her wine glass and immediately got up to appease the man, and took the man away from this corner by the way.

20:11

A few minutes later, Yang Eryu also came over with a glass of wine. He raised his leg and lightly kicked the sofa under He Tianxi, and asked, "Will you drink?"

He Tianxi suddenly turned to look at him with red eyes.

Seen by his fierce eyes, Yang Eryu took a step back, and after a while he muttered with lingering fear: "Quit drinking, stop drinking?"

He Tianxi stared straight at Yang Eryu: "Why do you think Xing Congjing hates me so much?"

Yang Eryu was a little dazed, although He Tianxi seemed to be speaking to himself, but it looked like he didn't know who he was talking to, so he stayed for a while: "What, how could Lao Xing hate you?"

He Tianxi withdrew his gaze and continued to gnaw on his fingernails. He tore off the nails along with the flesh, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

It took He Tianxi a while to say to himself: "Do you know what blood type Xing Congjing is? He is also panda blood." After a long while, his red eyes stared at Yang Eryu like some kind of evil spirit. "He fucking has the same blood type as me."

"..." Yang Eryu was taken aback by He Tianxi's expression again, and said for a while, "So what, it's a coincidence haha." He tried to ease the atmosphere.

He Tianxi tilted his head at him: "Coincidence?"

Yang Eryu took a step back silently, raised his head and drank the red wine in the glass.

20:13

After He Jialin managed to calm her down, she immediately returned to He Tianxi's side. She carefully bumped into Yang Eryu who was standing there in a daze. what's going on.

He Jialin walked over to He Tianxi pretending to be relaxed, she sat down and laughed, trying to ease the atmosphere: "What are you two talking about, don't you secretly speak ill of me behind my back, I won't chat as soon as I come."

After speaking, seeing He Tianxi gnawing on his fingernails in pain, he frowned, and stretched out his hand to pull: "Don't fucking bite it!"

He Tianxi's hands were torn off, and his body crouched on the sofa. He supported the armrest of the sofa with his hands, and picked the sofa with his fingers. The blood between his fingers stained the sofa one by one.

He Tianxi looked at He Jialin with panicked eyes: "In the past few days, I asked Xing Congjing to come to my house to find me."

He Jialin tried to bring him back to consciousness, reached out and hugged him gently: "It's all over, Tianxi, let's put it down, shall we?"

He Tianxi raised his face and asked, "Can you let it go?"

"..."

He continued: "I remember it very clearly. I had a dream for a while, and I dreamed about that time, so I remember it very clearly, really very clearly."

Every expression, every tone, and every movement of Xing Congjing was clearly engraved in his brain.

"He asked me why my parents came to him, and I asked him why..."

He Tianxi paused, feeling as if Xing Congjing's expression appeared in front of his eyes at that time.

"He looked at me and said nothing, and after a while, he told me that there was an accident at his house as if he changed the subject."

20:15

"Sister Jialin, do you know what he really wanted to say at that time?"

"Xing Congjing must want to tell me that your parents brought me from that place to your house because I have the same blood type as the precious son they hold in their hands."

"Because they have a stupid son who may have a genetic disorder and needs a fucking blood bag."

20:16

But what is he, Xing Congjing?

20:20

He Jialin poured two more glasses of wine, and after she drank it all in one breath, she seemed to be able to say only one sentence: "Forget it, it's over."

He Tianxi blinked: "Is it okay?" He swallowed, swallowing the taste of rust in his mouth, "Is it okay?"

All the motivations that have supported me for 11 years are - I hate Xing Congjing, he is sorry for me, he should apologize to me.

Then who in this world should apologize to Xing Congjing?

20:23

Sun Ji came late wearing a suit. After he gave He Ma a birthday gift, He Ma who was laughed at said that He Tianxi and the others were all chatting here and asked him to come and find him.

When he came here, the atmosphere here was a bit strange.

He sat down on the sofa opposite He Tianxi and ate the fruit from the fruit plate on the table without saying a word.

20:29

After the four of them were silent for a few minutes at the same time, Yang Eryu sat beside Sun Ji and said, "Say something?"

Sun Ji asked him, "What do you want to say?"

Yang Eryu was a little distressed: "Don't you have a lot of truths, and you know a lot of messy psychologists?"

Sun Ji said calmly: "Oh, those were recommended to me by Xing Congjing before his death."

He Tianxi looked at him sharply.

Sun Ji said: "He has always been in a bad state of mind, but he never told us. I still had a casual chat with him when I was insomnia, and he pushed me."

He Tianxi bit his lip, and there was a cry in his voice: "Don't say he was 'before'..."

Sun Ji was silent for a moment, and then asked again: "Should I recommend you some more contact information of psychiatrists, isn't that the one from last time?"

He Tianxi persisted for a long time, but still didn't hold back, he said hoarsely, "I don't want a psychiatrist, I want him back."

20:32

"Please, can I still see him, can he come back, can I see him after I die?"

"I really don't understand why he didn't tell me that he wants me to hate him, right? He just wants me to hate him, he doesn't want to see me, he wants me to hate him."

"He knows I like him, he doesn't, he doesn't want my likes, he wants me to hate him, right?"

20:33

He Tianxi seemed a little incoherent.

Xing Congjing knew that when he was more than ten years old, he thought he had hidden deep thoughts, and he didn't want his little thoughts, and he didn't want the love that came from him, He Tianxi.

Xing Congjing never wanted him, he avoided him like a snake.

He doesn't even want his guilt, does he?

20:53

When He Tianyi followed his mother to He Tianxi and his friends, it was as quiet as no man's land.

He Tianyi gave his brother a wink, originally wanted to express the happy days, and told He Tianxi not to think about unhappy things, the past is always the past.

When a person passes away, you can remember him for a day or two, but you can't remember him for a lifetime.

If people who treat their loved ones die like a light is turned off, there are always other lights on.

He Tianyi didn't tell his mother about who He Tianxi liked, thinking that although He Tianxi didn't make progress like a child, it wouldn't make his mother unhappy on her mother's birthday, so he coughed. He opened his mouth and asked, "What are you guys doing here?"

A few friends greeted him with a smile. He Tianxi squatted on the sofa, suddenly squinted at his mother, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mom."

Mother He responded with a smile: "What's wrong?"

He Tianxi looked at his mother quietly for a while.

Mom came over and patted him gently: "Don't squat on the sofa, what do you look like, do you think you are still a child?"

20:55

He Tianxi stared at his mother for a while, and then asked in a low voice, "Mom, why did you bring Xing Congjing to our house?"

His mother seemed to be stunned when she heard the name suddenly, and said after a while, "Hey, you were not in good health when you were young. Isn't his blood type the same as yours?"

He Tianxi's eyes instantly turned red.

His mother was taken aback: "What's the matter?"

He Tianxi said word by word: "When he was 12 years old, the newly bought house had a safety accident, and all his family members died. The construction company is our home."

His mother paused, and frowned slightly: "What are you talking about now?"

He Tianxi continued to say word by word: "He lived with his relatives for a whole year when he was 12 years old, and no one cared about him."

His mother frowned and said, "So I took him to our house."

He Tianxi laughed: "Yes, you took him over as your son's mobile blood bank."

His mother said: "You are not calm now, I don't have time to tell you this."

He Tianxi's eyes were red, and with Xing Congjing's grievances, he choked up and said: "What do you think of him, he is a person with feelings. He lives in our house, not a subordinate of our house. Does he owe us, don't we owe him, mother?"

He Ma looked at He Tianxi in silence for a moment, trying to keep calm: "If it weren't for us, would he have a good living condition? He can enjoy his current life. Why do you think he can be admitted to the civil service and promoted?" So fast, do you think he can do without our help?"

He Tianxi was almost desperate: "But he will have his parents, grandparents, and someone who loves him and loves him, mother."

"..."

"After Xing Congjing was 12 years old, did he feel the warmth of his family even one day? Is he not worthy? Why can't he? You still let him take the civil service exam and ask him to be promoted? What do you want him to do for our family? , are we going to suck his blood, isn't that enough, he's dead now! He's dead!"

"..."

He Tianxi's voice became slightly louder. Someone stepped forward to pull his arm, and he opened it with a wave. Xing Congjing's grievances of more than ten years seemed to be dumped on him, and he could not stop trembling because of this grievance: "You guys never fucking treat him like a normal kid. How pitiful he is. No one really cares about him and no one loves him since he was a child. You fucking don't want to let him do everything I do. , Do you treat him as a human being, how pitiful he is, now that he is dead, you still appear at his funeral to promote your education for the success of his adopted son."

"..."

"I feel sick."

"Snapped--"

Mother He, who had never hit her son before, stepped forward and slapped her son. She was trembling with anger.

21:00

He Tianxi raised his hand and wiped away his tears: "Don't you know why he has no father and no mother? Does it really have nothing to do with you?"

"You can hit me. I think you should, too, but I'll say it anyway."

Of course I will.

Otherwise, Xing Congjing would be much wronged.

How wronged is Xing Congjing.

"None of you feel sorry for him. I feel sorry for him. You think his fate is like this. I'm not wronged. I'm wronged for him. No one should live like this. He was once a child of his parents. It is also a treasure that others hold in their hearts, not a blood bag that can provide the same blood type, not a tool that can help work, and it is not a passerby who has no one who really feels sorry for him when he dies."

"I feel sorry for him, mother."

"I'm fucking heartbroken."

"Do you know his birthday, it was the day before yesterday, yes, it's just two days before your birthday, what a coincidence."

"He hasn't turned 30 this year, he hasn't turned 30! He has suffered so much all his life, no one loves him, no one cares about him, no one loves him, he is busy around for others all day long, he still Before he was 30 years old, he had never lived for himself, why did God treat him like this, why did he treat him like this, why did God treat him like this.”

"I didn't feel sorry for him, nor did I love him. I always scolded him and killed him. Why should I do this? What right do I have to treat him like this?"

How could anyone do this to him.

21:02

Xing Congjing had a hard life.

If you have not been treated kindly, there will be no kindness.

Why does the whole world fail him, why does the whole world fail Xing Congjing.

Isn't the human world supposed to be conserved? Then where is Xing Congjing's mass conservation?

Who can he tell his grievances, and can he put his love and hatred away?

In his life, has there ever been a certain happiness that can keep him warm for a moment in the darkest days?