Attack one attack two hand in hand run away

In my memory.

The woman has an exquisite appearance, with gentle waves like water waves rippling in her eyes.

She knelt down, touched his head with her hand, and waited for his response with a smile.

He happily agreed and took his mother's hand.

The sky was clear that day, and the day was warm and cloudy.

They walked on the bustling street, passing by the dazzling display windows.

At sunset, his mother left him on a trail.

She stood in front of him and asked him to wait there for a while.

He nodded obediently, and let go of his mother's hand.

The weather turned cloudy, then dark clouds, then thunderstorms.

Mother never came back.

He never waited for that person again.

He stood in place, as if standing in the stagnant zone between time and time.

He cannot act, nor can he be undone.

At that time, he was only four years old, but he didn't know everything.

From what he sees now, it was not easy for him to live in his short life of only four years.

Some people may say that this is just a weak excuse to escape from reality.

But he just, really, thought so.

Since he became conscious, his mother's attitude towards him has been jet-lag.

Often one second she was still whispering to him, but the next second she would look disgusted, wishing he could disappear from this world.

He doesn't understand why his mother's mood changes so much. Sometimes when she is emotional, she even pinches his neck with her hands.

He felt suffocated, but could not escape.

Does mother hate him?

Mother hated him.

When he was a child, he didn't know how to express this feeling, but now he can draw conclusions without hesitation.

Does mother love him?

Mother loves him.

Now he will hesitate to this conclusion, he will be full of hesitation, but when he was a child, he can come to this result firmly.

His mother would patiently comfort him when he was sad, and sometimes when he cried, his mother would anxiously hold him in her arms.

Then kept repeating, "Xiao Jin, mom is here, don't be sad."

When he gets rewards in kindergarten, the mother will be happy like a child.

Then proudly said, "As expected of me."

He was born as if he had experienced two worlds, and there were two mothers in these two worlds.

One is full of malice towards him, and the other is full of love for him.

As a child, he loved his mother.

As a child, he hated his mother.

Because she abandoned him mercilessly.

Now he still loves his mother.

Now he... also loves and hates his mother.

Because it's not my mother's fault.

The night between mother and his father Gu Jingzhi was not her fault.

It was not her fault that the mother happened to be pregnant.

It was not her fault that his mother gave birth to him.

His mother loved him, and he was grateful.

His mother hated him, he understood.

It was never the mother's fault.

This is...his reason.

He should have noticed this.

Instead of imposing one's anger and resentment on the innocent mother for no reason.

This is his fault.

This is his fault.

This is his fault.

Maybe, he shouldn't have been born,

He shouldn't.

He shouldn't.

The hand holding the wine glass gradually lost its warmth and strength.

He felt the wine glass in his hand shaking, and the liquid in the glass was shaken out of the glass and spilled on the ground.

Someone was talking next to his ear, and he wanted to listen carefully, but he couldn't hear clearly.

Then, these voices gradually faded away, and the scene in front of me began to blur.

From the cracks in the bones, an infinite cold seeped out.

This biting coldness flowed continuously through his body along the blood vessels.

From arms to hands, from thighs to feet.

Limbs and bones are all occupied.

In the end, even the heart was invaded.

So cold.

So cold.

So cold.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

He firmly held his left hand behind his back, and the wound he had aggravated opened again, and the pure white gauze was occupied by spreading blood.

Gu Jin's brows were tightly locked together, and cold sweat flowed from the corner of her forehead, dripping onto the sofa, forming a dark water drop mark.

He gritted his teeth and kept warning himself.

Can't get sick here.

Can't get sick.

No.

Consciousness does not obey the instructions of the brain, and distracts the master's attention on its own.

He frowned, closing and blinking hard.

He wanted to wake himself up, to see the things in front of him clearly, and to hear the voices in his ears clearly.

Maybe his luck wasn't so bad, and it worked after all.

The group of people in front of him didn't seem to be as close as before. Instead of sitting around him, they all gathered in front.

Not only did the voice in the ear not become quieter because one of the opponents in the competition was about to faint, but it was shouting loudly, as if trying to overwhelm the loud sound played on the stage.

What's wrong?

He was aware of something wrong with his frozen dull nerves.

He struggled to sit up, trying to see what was going on.

It happened that someone left the crowd and went to the bar.Let Gu Jin take advantage of this person's gap to see clearly what's going on inside.

On the left side of the table is Song Chengming who is still competing with him.

I saw that he was still holding the chance of winning, and the proud and arrogant man blushed, his figure was staggering, and some illogical words kept coming out of his mouth.

"I... I can drink more."

"Give me another glass of food quickly, not...another plate of wine."

"belch--!"

The cup in Song Chengming's hand was obviously full and was about to overflow, but his thoughts were confused and he couldn't discover this fact.

The wine in the cup was spilled all over the table, Song Chengming finally couldn't hold on any longer, leaned on the sofa and passed out completely while talking.

There were quite a few people who fainted with Song Chengming, and they all sat with Song Chengming.

Confusion flashed across Gu Jin's eyes. He remembered that Song Chengming was the only one competing against him. Why are there so many people now?

With this question in mind, he turned his gaze to the opposite of Song Chengming.

That was originally his seat, but now he somehow sat a little further away from the crowd.

He first saw a pair of long legs overlapping each other, and when he looked up, he saw a thin waist wrapped in a shirt.

Then there was a shirt with two buttons unbuttoned. Under the light of the bar, the collarbone of the owner of the shirt seemed to be flowing with fine streamers.

At the end of the line of sight is a familiar face, with handsome and gentle brows, and a gentle smile on the corner of the mouth.

He has a leisurely attitude, holding the wine glass with well-defined, slender and strong fingers, and there is no trembling or trance in his movements, only the ease and ease that cannot be hidden.

Ye Chen?

How could he be here?

Is he here for me?

Who told him I was here?

And why is he drinking with people here?

……

Numerous questions rushed into Gu Jin's mind. Before he could figure it out, the crowd on the opposite side had already started cheering, celebrating the birth of the winner.

There is no doubt that the game is over, and the loser has no power to resist.

The crowd huddled together, and that person was still the same as before, just like the time they raced, accepting everyone's joy and joy with a calm smile.

He saw Ye Chen's mouth opening and closing, he didn't know what he said, and managed to make the group of second-generation ancestors who couldn't handle it leave the bar.

The person who lost the game and was drunk on the sofa was also supported, and left the place in a blink of an eye.

The man standing there did not leave, but walked towards him step by step.

The man stood still in front of him, bent down, and reached out to hug him.

"Here I am. Go to sleep."

Ye Chen watched as the pupils of the person in his arms gradually dilated, then his eyelids drooped, and he closed his eyes, not to mention sleeping, or fainting.

The body felt by his hands was trembling, and he touched the opponent's hand, and it was really cold to the touch.

Really, little bastard.

If you want to scold him now, you can't scold him too harshly.

Is this the trouble of parents with a rebellious child? (bushi)

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Ye Chen got people into the back seat, went to the front door, turned on the car's air conditioner, left the driver's seat, went to the back seat, and sat side by side with Gu Jin.

As the saying goes, don't drink while driving, and don't drive after drinking. One drop of wine by the driver will bring tears to your loved ones.

Therefore, as a good young man who abides by the law, Ye Chen called his substitute driver - Uncle Li.

Before Uncle Li comes over, just wait in the car for a while.

Gu Jin leaned against the car window, closed her eyes, but slept uneasy, as if dreaming of something bad, her brows were furrowed.

The facial features were wrinkled together, and the originally handsome face was turned into a mask of pain.

Ye Chen just stared at it like this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, making it hard to see what it was.

Next, he stretched out his hand, and his fingers ran along Gu Jin's sharp-edged side face, then stroked between his brows, and then reached the bridge of his straight nose.

Then, Ye Chen's mouth turned into a cold smile, and his movements changed, pinching Gu Jin's nose.

Well now, Pain Mask is more painful.

After pinching for a while, he realized that he was almost out of breath, and Ye Chen barely let go of his hand.

The tip of Gu Jin's pinched nose was slightly red, matching the panting look in the dream, she looked a little pitiful.

Ye Chen rubbed the tip of Gu Jin's nose with his finger to comfort him, then moved his palm up and stroked Gu Jin's hair.

The black hair passed through the fingers, and it was soft to the touch. In the warmed up atmosphere in the car, there was a hint of warmth.

Ye Chen laughed lowly, opened and closed his lips, his voice was deliberately lowered, and he could only hear the last few words clearly.

"...What an angry and helpless...bad boy."

Although Gu Jin's body trembled less, it still did not return to normal.

Ye Chen simply moved a short distance to the side, and embraced him in his arms.

He patted Gu Jin on the back and hummed a wonderful melody.

Listening to it calms the mind.

He remembered that after the last racing, he hugged the sick Gu Jin in the car and sang this melody to him.

His mother taught him the song, and he sang it to his mother, who was in a state of confusion.

Now, after changing the world, he sang it to the person in his arms again.

It was sung to Gu Jin who was irritable when he got sick, and Gu Jin who was depressed when he got sick.

Many things that he could not remember clearly resurfaced from the depths of his memory, showing him his sense of existence.

Ye Chen let the complicated thoughts drift through his mind.

The outside of the car window was facing the bar. Through the window of the bar, although you couldn't hear the sound inside, you could see the revelry of the people inside.

The later it gets, the quieter the world should be. On the contrary, it becomes more lively here.

There was only the breathing of the two of them in the car, which was very quiet, in stark contrast to the scene in the bar.

Ye Chen turned his head, no longer looked outside, and no longer patted the back of the person in his arms with his hands, but just stopped quietly on it.

The person held by him also calmed down, no longer trembling, but stayed in his arms safely.

He looked down at his watch, and it was 5 minutes before twelve o'clock, and 10 minutes had passed since he called Uncle Li.

Estimating the time, people should be here soon.

The street lamp next to the parking space was tested by someone who did it, and it flickered on and off as if it was broken.

Ye Chen leaned his body on the back seat relaxedly, he couldn't tell what caused it, he let out a long breath.

The alcohol poured into his body is only now starting to play its role, making Ye Chen's eyelids gradually droop.

A wave of drowsiness welled up from the depths of his mind, occupying his thinking space gently but forcefully.

He tried his best not to fall asleep, until a familiar figure appeared outside the car window and got into the car.

He said hello before letting himself go to sleep.

Ye Chen closed his eyes, but did not let go of the hand holding Gu Jin. Instead, he left his seat and leaned loosely on the shoulder of the person in his arms.

The two leaned against each other, falling into a dark dream in the light of the moonlight.