but you never loved me

Ning Yi got up and quickly grabbed his hand, with desolation in his eyes, and his tone was almost desperate when he spoke: "Why?" Yan Zimu stopped and sneered: "Why? Ning Yi, what qualifications do you have for your child? Set up a grave?"

Ning Yi's body trembled, and he said in a somewhat dejected voice: "I know I'm not qualified, but at least I'm his father, I just want to leave something to commemorate him..."

Yan Zimu opened his hand fiercely, and said sharply: "You are not worthy to be his father at all. I really hope that you will never appear in front of me again."

Yan Zimu was very decisive when he left, he didn't even look back at Ning Yi.In the pitch-black night sky, a flash of lightning flashed, reflecting on Ning Yi's bloodless face, which was particularly frightening.

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"Hehe!" Ning Yi sat on the hospital bed with his back against the wall, coughing violently.The violent action pulled the infusion tube in his hand, and the liquid in the infusion tube began to flow back.Ning An immediately stood up from the chair and patted his back.

Seeing his frail appearance, I was extremely worried, and couldn't help but blame him: "Brother, can't you pay more attention to your body? Such a big person, how could he catch a cold from the rain?"

Ning Yi coughed for a while before replying in a hoarse voice: "It's just a cold, don't worry." Ning An looked at him again with a look of indifference.Angrily grabbed his wrist: "If you don't want me to worry, then tell me what happened to your hand? You know you have a wound on your body, but you still dare to get in the rain. Aren't you afraid that the wound will become inflamed and cause tetanus?"

Ning Yi pulled down his sleeves expressionlessly, and said expressionlessly: "It's not that serious." Ning An was so angry that she didn't want to speak, turned around and left angrily.

Ning Yi didn't respond, just staring at the freshly bandaged wound on his hand in a daze.After a while, he pulled off the infusion tube in his hand silently.When I got up, I coughed for a long time again, and after a little better, I grabbed the coat by the bedside and went out.

When Ning An returned from buying food, there was only an empty room left.He was anxious and angry, so he called Ning Yi and Ning Yi didn't answer.In the end, he had no other choice, so he called Yan Zimu.

When Yan Zimu heard the voice from the other end of the phone, he subconsciously wanted to hang up.Now he really doesn't want to talk to people who are close to Ning Yi.

Ning An seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and immediately said: "Brother Yan, don't hang up." Yan Zimu paused for a moment, giving him a chance to continue: "Brother Yan, I actually called to ask where my brother is. Not with you? He still has a fever, I'm afraid..."

Yan Zimu interrupted him: "He's not here, I'll hang up if there's nothing else to do." Ning An said anxiously: "Wait... Brother Yan, can you come out and meet me?"

Yan Zimu's calm attitude was quite indifferent: "I don't think we have anything to say between us." Hearing what he said, Ning An's voice dropped a degree, and said very lowly: "Brother Yan, I know that you have nothing to do with me because of me." Brother doesn't want to talk to me, but I really have something very important to tell you. Just give me a chance, it won't delay you for a long time. "

Yan Zimu really wanted to reject him, but from Ning An's tone, he could see his sincerity.He has always been a soft-hearted person, not to mention he has always regarded Ning An as his younger brother for a long time.He was hesitating, when Ning An said again: "Brother Yan, please." Yan Zimu was silent for a while, but still complied.

In a restaurant in city A, Yan Zimu was a little surprised when he looked at the dishes on the table in front of him.He raised his head and looked at Ning An with questioning eyes.

Ning An bared her teeth with a smile, as warm as before.He pushed all the dishes in front of Yan Zimu, and said, "Brother Yan, you haven't eaten yet, eat quickly."

Yan Zimu frowned, but still couldn't bear to refuse his kindness.He picked up the chopsticks and ate some, but unexpectedly the food was unexpectedly to his liking.

But he still had other things in mind, so he only moved a few chopsticks and put down the bowl.He politely said thank you, and then said directly: "You came to me, what do you want to say to me?"

Ning An gave him a lot of food for a long while before he asked in doubt: "Brother Yan, didn't you realize that this table is full of your favorite dishes?" Yan Zimu replied: "I know, so what? You want to tell me What?"

Looking at his calm face, Ning An felt a little downcast, but she still refused to give up and asked: "You are not curious, how do I know you like these?"

Yan Zimu followed the good advice: "Why?" Ning An lowered his head and sighed, and then said: "Because every time I visit my brother, he cooks these dishes for me. Brother Yan, my brother has never eaten in the past three years. Stop thinking about you. I know he hurt you deeply before, but can you please give him another chance?"

Yan Zimu held the teacup in both hands and was silent for a long time, and finally said with a blank expression: "Is that all you want to say? If you have nothing else to say, I'll leave first."

As soon as he stood up, Ning An grabbed him.He lowered his head and faced Ning An's angry eyes, and Ning An said, "Have you seen the scar on his hand? He..." Ning An was like a paper tiger, and his eyes turned red just after saying a word.

Yan Zimu withdrew his hand, sat back on the chair, stared into his eyes and waited for him to speak.Ning An said in a nasal voice: "Brother Yan, my brother..." He couldn't help sobbing again, and after a pause, he finally said: "My brother has severe depression, auditory hallucinations, and schizophrenia. .These are only found in the three years since you left."

Even though he was mentally prepared, Yan Zimu's mind went blank the moment he heard this.He had guessed that Ning Yi might be sick, or it might be very serious, but he didn't expect to hear such an answer in the end.

He still felt unbelievable in his heart, but he still asked Ning An: "How long has he been sick?" Ning An replied: "It's been half a year since you left. He didn't tell me at first, I discovered it myself. I was standing by the stairs talking to him, and he suddenly walked into the empty kitchen, smiled at the sink and called your name. But it's not serious, it's just an auditory hallucination, but it's been getting worse in the past year It's getting worse. Half a year ago..."

Yan Zimu's face was calm, but his heart was filled with pain. He asked, "What happened half a year ago?" Ning An lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. Cheeks slipped.He suddenly felt that maybe he didn't want the answer.

But Ning An had already spoken, he sobbed and said, "He committed suicide half a year ago."