intangible heritage

On the way back, Qin Rong's face was always in a bad mood, as if he had fallen into a nightmare, his face was pale in a trance, and his palms were pinching the cushion tightly. His mind was extremely chaotic now. There was Song Mengsheng's smile, and Jiang Xun's. Qin Sheng's words, Qin Sheng's——

Guess who I am?

Deep as the devil's moan.

Jiang Xun yelled several times, but Qin Rong didn't respond, he stopped abruptly.

Qin Rong staggered, still in a daze, "What's wrong?"

"I should be the one to ask that." Jiang Xun frowned tightly, his lips pursed into a white line, "What's wrong with you?"

The bustling city is full of hustle and bustle, and the thin car windows can't block out all the sound, but Qin Rong's whole body seems to be covered in a glass cover, and the silence around his ears is like a lonely mountain, so that Jiang Xun said "what's the matter with you" , smashed directly into his cochlea, like a monstrous bang, and completely woke him up.

He shivered all over, and the sunlight penetrated the car window and splashed on his body, dispelling a lot of the chill.

He clenched his arms tightly, his fingertips touched the soft fabric and the scar covered by the fabric, his face contorted for a moment, and he whispered: "It's nothing, just... thinking about the past."

Jiang Xun raised his head slightly, and looked at Qin Rong through the rearview mirror. He grasped the steering wheel tightly, and said in a low voice, "What's the past?" His eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Old thing?"

Qin Rong shook his head: "No."

He knew that if he answered yes, Jiang Xun would definitely be angry, and then the two of them would quarrel over this matter and break up.

Jiang Xun narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Really?"

Qin Rong rubbed his temples uncomfortably, his voice mixed with tiredness, "A Xun, since you don't believe me, why ask me?"

Jiang Xun's face became embarrassing, he snorted, but did not speak.

The two of them went back to the Qin residence in such a silent manner, and they were safe and sound along the way.

In the evening, Qin Rong no longer felt uncomfortable. In the afternoon, he was in a trance, as if he was another person.

After finishing dinner, it was still early, and Qin Nian was still asleep, so he sat obediently at the edge of the dining table with his own small tableware.

Qin Nian asked childishly, "Father, why don't you call Uncle Jiang down for dinner?"

Qin Rong's movements were slightly sluggish, and then he pulled away the chair and sat beside Qin Nian. Unsure, he asked softly, "Isn't Nian Nian afraid of him?"

In my impression, Jiang Xun never had a good look towards Qin Nian, and always had a gloomy face. With such a person, Qin Nian should be afraid of him.

Although Qin Nian was young, he was extremely sensitive to the emotions of adults.

Once, when he forced a smile in front of Qin Nian, Qin Nian put down the bowl in his hand, climbed into his arms, hugged his neck, "Dad, don't smile."

Qin Nian was telling him not to smile when he was unhappy.

How could such a sensitive child not notice that Jiang Xun hated him.

Qin Nian nodded his head, "Scared."

Qin Rong pursed her lips, "Then don't ask him to come down for dinner."

Qin Nian shook his head, staring at the bowl, "Not good."

"why?"

Qin Nian lowered his voice, as if a little sad, "He smells like grandpa."

Qin Rong's whole body suddenly froze, he looked down at Qin Nian's drooping head, his throat seemed to be stuck with thick glue.

Qin Nian said, "Dad, I miss Grandpa."

At this time, the wind passed through the half-day window, rustling.

Qin Rong suddenly woke up, looked up nervously at Jiang Xun's room on the second floor, and was relieved after confirming that the door was closed.

He said to Qin Nian in an almost stern tone: "You must never say this in front of... your Uncle Jiang."

He didn't dare to imagine what would happen if Jiang Xun heard these words.

Qin Rong's eyes were a little sad, he...should he tell Jiang Xun.

Can--

He grabbed his arm tightly, and the scars one after another were like sticky tape, tightly sealing his mouth.

After dinner, Qin Rong went to a private psychological clinic and didn't come back until early in the morning. His complexion was normal, but his steps were slightly heavy.

-

Sun Xiu was born on a sunny day.

When Qin Rong passed by, the child was already in the nursery, and in each incubator was a baby with red body and wrinkled skin, like a monkey.

He followed the famous brand to find Sun Xiusheng's child. Due to Sun Xiu's lack of nutrition in the early stage of pregnancy, the child was also much smaller than other people's, with tiny hands and feet huddled in the soft quilt.

so ugly.

Are all babies born this ugly?

The baby seemed to sense that Qin Rong was calling him ugly, and suddenly burst into tears.

Through the glass window, Qin Rong became flustered. Although there was no expression on his face, he could still see something from his movements.

"Sir, is it your first time to be a father?" Someone next to him said, "Babies are like this, they will suddenly cry."

"is it?"

"Yes," the man continued: "They seem to be crying to tell everyone that I was born and that I came into this world."

He talked to Qin Rong enthusiastically, "Look, that's my child, isn't it ugly?"

Qin Rong looked in the direction of his finger, he was still a wrinkled monkey, he gave a sincere "hmm".

The man seemed not expecting Qin Rong to be so sincere, so he choked suddenly, but he didn't care much, and shook his head with a smile, "It's ugly, but it's also a very precious memory. When my first child was born, I Not by my wife's side, when I came back, the child had already grown up, and I still regret that I didn't see him born."

Qin Rong pursed her lips, and looked sideways at that person, his face was full of regret.

If Jiang Xun finds out...

Will you feel sorry too?

As soon as this idea flashed across, Qin Rong denied it. To Jiang Xun, Qin Nian would always be a bastard, a monster that came out of his stomach.

No matter whose.

They're all bastards.