Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

When Cheng Yue went out, he felt that the weather was not good today, so he took the umbrella hanging behind the door with him, and he was wearing black clothes. He just took a look at his face in the mirror, and it turned slightly pale. Not in good spirits, he wiped his face worriedly, then rubbed it hard, seeing the bloody face, Cheng Yue smiled with satisfaction and opened the door.

By the way, he looked at the wall clock on the wall. At this time, Ah Han and his father should have gone back after worshiping, so Cheng Yue drove out with confidence.

By the way, I went to the flower shop to buy my mother's favorite lilies. At this moment, Cheng Yue, who was always indifferent, showed a little tenderness in his eyes.

Standing in front of his mother's tombstone, Cheng Yue silently brushed off the few dead leaves on it with his hands, and he, who was always obsessed with cleanliness, picked up his sleeve to wipe the dust on the tombstone, tremblingly wanting to touch his mother photos, but retracted his hands in shock.

The mother's smile on the tombstone was still so charming, and Cheng Yue couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

As if his mother was still around, he was still the coquettish child that his mother loved in her arms before.

"Mom, Ah Yue wants to eat your braised pork. I really want it, I really want it. After all these years, don't you miss me at all? You must still blame me? Otherwise, why are you reluctant to appear in my dreams even once? But, Mom, Ah Yue really misses you very much."

Suddenly, a drop of rain fell on Cheng Yue's face unexpectedly, and the tears that fell out of his face at an unknown time slowly formed a string and flowed down his cheeks.

Regardless of sitting kneeling in front of his mother's tombstone, the ground in the late autumn and early winter was already bone-chilling, and with the icy raindrops hitting his body, Cheng Yue felt the cold air winding up his body from bottom to top within a short while The various parts of the stomach all burrowed into the most fragile stomach. As soon as the cold air entered, the stomach began to churn uncontrollably. He lowered his head and bit his lips firmly to prevent the uncontrollable cock from slipping out of the corner of his mouth, and bit the blood out of his chapped lips due to the fever.

He wanted to stand up on the ground, but suddenly someone strangled him by the neckline and lifted him up roughly.

"You still have the face to see your mother?"

Cheng Yue tried his best to gather his slack eyes. In front of him was Cheng Han's angry face, which was flushed with anger. Maybe he saw him running towards him from a distance, and he was even panting continuously.

"Ahan..."

"I've said it before, don't call me by my name, don't call me Ah Han, I hate you, and you are not allowed to come and see my mother."

"Ahan...today is my mother's memorial day... don't make noise... okay?"

Cheng Han looked down at the lilies placed in front of the tomb, bent down, picked them up, threw them up and threw them over his head, a bunch of lilies mixed with raindrops scattered all over the ground, falling on Cheng Yue's hair tip, shoulder, down and down onto the wet ground.

Cheng Yue tried his best to keep his figure from slipping down. Cheng Han held the neckline tightly in his hands, which made him feel a little suffocated for a while, and his head became more and more dizzy. He knew intuitively that he had a fever again.Slowly opening Cheng Han's hand with his cool fingertips, Cheng Yueyin held back his panting, and held on to the tombstone behind him to stabilize his figure.

When I turned my head, I saw my father. Since my mother passed away, my father never allowed him to step into the house. It has been more than 7 years. His temples are gradually graying, his hair is growing, and his body seems to be worse than before. The crooked figure was imprinted in Cheng Yue's eyes. At that time, the man who was still looking at the world in a heroic manner, now stood under the falling leaves, but he was indescribably lonely and old.

Cheng Yue's eyes were clouded with mist again in an instant. His father who was once powerful, because of his unfilial piety, because of his rebellion, finally broke up his parents who had raised cases all his life, and let his father who was over fifty years old guard him. Living with the memories of the past.

"dad..."

Cheng Yue called out to Cheng Yifan who was standing far away.

The anger from the past is still there, the reproach from the past is still there, Cheng Yifan glanced at Cheng Yue expressionlessly, the deep coolness and blame in his eyes were the same as when his mother pushed him out of the operating room seven years ago, Seeing Cheng Yue's heart and back felt chills.

Dad still couldn't forgive him.

"Ah Han, let's go. It's the same when we come tomorrow."

"Dad, why do you want us to go? He is redundant. He killed my mother. Let him go."

Cheng Han was just at the young age, he turned his head and grabbed Cheng Yue's collar again and pressed him against the tombstone behind him, punched him heavily in the face, and then punched him hard in the abdomen again, sending out His red eyes were about to breathe fire, and every word he uttered was like a sharp knife piercing his heart.

"Go, go, you are not welcome here, my father and I don't want to see you, and my mother doesn't want to recognize you as a son, you are superfluous, you have always been superfluous. Do you hear that?"

The already fragile stomach, because of Cheng Yue's heavy punch, the overwhelming pain was uncontrollable. The severe pain rushed to the throat accompanied by the uncontrollable fishy sweetness. Cheng Yue bit his lip tightly and endured it again and again. , abruptly swallowed the surging blood.

He glanced at Cheng Han as if in despair, and slowly turned his head to sweep the leaves on the tombstone that had just been shaken by Cheng Han's hands. Holding his stomach, the convulsions inside became more and more intense. He was afraid that once he pressed down, the blood in his mouth would burst out uncontrollably. He tried his best to straighten his body, trembling step by step, like walking on a sharp knife. Moved out of sight of father and younger brother.

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