but you never loved me

On the day Yan Zimu came back, the weather in city A was extremely gloomy, and the sky covered with dark clouds made people feel a little dull.Yan Zimu pushed the black suitcase with one hand, and walked out of the airport gate with a cute little boy in his arms.

Jiang Cheng had already brought Yanyan back to the country, and now he was leaning on the car door, waving to him.Yan Zimu got into the car with a smile, and the car was speeding along the road. Yan Zimu glanced out the window inadvertently. It was still the same high-rise buildings and crowded crowds. It seemed that three years hadn't brought any change to the city. to make any changes.

It's just that maybe too many things have changed.Yan Zimu watched his reflection reflected on the window glass with a thin smile on his lips.

Jiang Cheng turned his head and wanted to ask him what he wanted to eat.But when I saw his smile, my mood suddenly became complicated, and I even forgot what I wanted to ask.

He could see all the changes in Yan Zimu, and he knew that it was because he had experienced too much in these years.What a laughing man he was before.But the pain and torture that life gave him had worn him down.

Jiang Cheng felt sorry for him, but he was powerless, so he turned his head silently and stopped disturbing him.

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A pair of slender and strong hands brushed and signed the three characters of strong and powerful pig on the snow-white paper.However, the next second after signing, the owner of the hand immediately crossed out these three words.

The sapphire blue fountain pen became radiant under the sunlight, but the hard nib stayed on the paper for a long time without turning.After a long while, there was a low laugh and a sigh in the air: "How can you think of him when you sign?"

Ning Yi put down the pen, pressed his hand between his eyebrows, and rubbed vigorously a few times, the raised brows were suppressed, but the inconspicuous fine lines between the eyebrows did not disappear because of this.

He loosened his tie and leaned back in his chair.He stared at the photo on his desk with a relaxed expression.Through the emptiness of the air, the eyes are gentle and full of nostalgia.

After looking at it for a long time, but as if I couldn't help it, I took the photo and gently traced the outline of the person in the frame.He spoke in a particularly deep voice, as if whispering: "I really miss you!"

He sat alone on the chair, looking out the window, watching the scorching sun gradually fall, and the world was shrouded in darkness.

When the light came on, the glaring light made him subconsciously reach out to cover his eyes.When Du Chenfeng, who pushed the door and entered, saw his face paler than the light, his heart was calm.

Since the wound infection caused Ning Yi to suffer a serious illness three years ago, he didn't seem to get better, and he felt weak and tired.

However, in the past three years, he has been working desperately, and his whole body looks like a string that is about to break. The greater the pressure, the stronger he is.Du Chenfeng spoke casually, and asked him with a smile: "Boss Ning, do you need home delivery service today?"

Ning Yi lifted the coat on the back of the chair, and replied in a flat tone: "Let's go!"

On the way back, the two of them were very calm and did not communicate with each other. Du Chenfeng was used to Ning Yi becoming more and more silent in the past three years, but Ning Yi gradually isolated himself from the world.

Du Chenfeng sent Ning Yi to the parking lot. Looking at his back, he remembered a conversation they had here three years ago. At that time, he told Ning Yi: "If you love someone, you must cherish him." If Ning Yi really understood the meaning of this sentence back then, how could he see such a lonely back today.

When the elevator door opened, Ning Yi walked into a dark corridor, his footsteps were very light, and even the voice-activated lights above his head were not disturbed by his footsteps.He walked down the long corridor to the end.

The cold key collided with the cold keyhole, making a cold metallic sound, but it was a long time since he heard the sound of the door lock turning, this was Ning Yi's habit, knowing that no one was waiting for him in the room, he still Insist on taking a 30-second pause every day, and open the door. Sure enough, it is still an empty darkness, as empty as the corridor outside.

Ning Yi turned on the light switch, and the orange light gave the room a warm atmosphere. He took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, turned on the TV, and played a program at random. He looked up and realized that it was a variety show.His eyes were fixed on the TV, but his eyes were a little loose, but he subconsciously drank the red wine one mouthful at a time.

Ning Yi's drinking capacity is not small, and one bottle will not really make him drunk, but he drank too fast, and in a daze, a figure appeared in front of him.

Ning Yi subconsciously leaned over to the coffee table and took a fruit knife. He opened the sleeve of his shirt and stabbed it lightly, and bright red blood overflowed instantly.And the figure in front of him disappeared immediately.On the arm, the ugly and winding scars proved that this was not the first time, but Ning Yi's expression couldn't be more dull.

He went into the room and took out the medical kit, bandaged it casually and left it alone.He walked in front of the wine cabinet again, took a bottle of red wine, and watched the sensational drama on TV while drinking.

After the variety show ended, he looked at the watch on his hand, then went straight into the room and lay on his back on the bed.There is only one chandelier alone on the ceiling, but Ning Yi's eyes are even more empty, as if his soul has been drawn away.

After a while, the sound of "crackling" rain sounded outside the window, and Ning Yi came back to his senses and went to the window to close it.Raindrops fell on his sleeves along the window sill.Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, Ning Yi murmured: "It's raining again, he hates rainy days the most." After speaking, he turned and went to the closet.

When he took out the bathrobe from the closet, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the white medicine bottles on the bedside table.I remembered the doctor's advice: "Mr. Ning, your condition is already very serious, I hope you will actively cooperate with the treatment."

He frowned unconsciously, took a look at the medicine bottle, kept one bottle, poured out a few to eat, and threw the rest into the trash can.

Just like waiting 30 seconds before opening the door, taking sleeping pills every night has become a habit of Ning Yi.He is not insomnia, but often wakes up with a start, and after waking up, he can only keep his eyes open until dawn.

But sometimes sleeping pills don't work, like tonight, at three o'clock in the morning, in a quiet room with only the ticking of the clock.

"Zi Mu!" An abrupt voice sounded in the room, and when Ning Yi opened his eyes, a tear slid down his cheekbone.