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When Ye Tinghe woke up in a daze, it was already eleven o'clock in the night. He opened his eyes and saw a person standing by the bed, with a long shadow falling on the bed, as if the god of death had come to collect his soul.

"Are you awake?" Lu Shiting said after deliberating, "I'll tell you a few things, don't get too excited."

Ye Tinghe sat up, opened his mouth, his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound, and he quickly closed it again.

He felt that Lu Shiting's expression looked gloomy, as if he was announcing his funeral, so he turned his head and glanced at the time.

It's only been a few hours, Lu Yan didn't die so quickly, right?

Lu Shiting handed him a glass of water, and said slowly: "Your mobile phone is still with Jiajia, he is helping you with some things, and he will bring it back to you in a while. And there is-" He paused, "This afternoon, after we finished calling my aunt, she had a little car accident."

These words seemed like a thunderbolt, which suddenly woke up his chaotic brain.Ye Tinghe clenched the water glass and said hoarsely, "How small?"

Lu Shiting looked down at him and said regretfully, "Auntie is fine, it's just that your dog died."

"……What did you say?"

"I didn't expect this to happen either," Lu Shiting explained to him, "After calling, I told her that someone would pick her up, and she wanted to go out alone—"

I didn't expect that it was he who wanted this, I didn't stop it, I just hoped that he could fulfill his wish...

Why can he still be so calm every time he is obviously wrong?

Because it's just a dog that has nothing to do with him, right?

Ye Tinghe stood up abruptly, the shards of the glass splashed all over the place, and he pulled the collar he had stopped when he landed and pinned him to the wall.

He heard the sound of his head hitting the wall, like an overripe watermelon hitting the ground, shattering into blood-red flesh.

Lu Shi stopped eating and frowned in pain. Before he could open his mouth to curse, he was startled by the hot temperature of his fingers.

He looked into those angry eyes that were close at hand: "Should I tell you later, you look like you're going to burn to death."

"Before I burn you to death, I will definitely stab you to death." Ye Tinghe said hoarsely.

His evil thoughts about Lu Shiting have been exposed for a long time, and they are exposed in every piece of home-related debris.

His home comes from fiction and delusion, like a dilapidated tower of paper, which collapsed without the slightest attack from the outside world.

Rebuild, then collapse.Repeatedly.

He was finally completely disappointed at this moment.

He would never expect anything from them again.

Ye Tinghe let go of Lu Shiting, and walked out on his own, suddenly recalling why he named it Xiaozang in his mind.

Because he wishfully thought that they were the same kind for a while, he didn't want Xiao Zang to become someone's hero like its parents, as long as it grew up safely and healthily.

It is a pity that even such a simple wish cannot be realized.

"I, I don't know what to do. It's your fault. How dare you make such a request..."

Lu Pingjia was downstairs, grabbing his mobile phone and not knowing who he was negotiating with, his face was red with anxiety.

Ye Tinghe walked up to him step by step and stretched out his hand.Lu Pingjia was stunned, his expression frightened for a moment, and he returned the phone to him in fear.

Ye Tinghe glanced at it, it was Auntie's number.

He asked, "What's the matter?"

The aunt told him that the car owner who caused the accident was still making trouble and refused to let them go.

The first man with an accent suddenly yelled in dissatisfaction: "I've already lost money, what are you talking about! It's obvious that you crossed the road by yourself, and the police station may not be able to determine who is responsible!"

Ye Tinghe asked calmly: "What does he want to do?"

The aunt said: "He wants us to give him the little shelter."

Ye Tinghe was taken aback: "Xiao Zang is not—"

The aunt sighed and didn't answer his words.

The man said to himself: "I have already lost money. 1000 yuan is a lot. You can buy several dogs that live in the market. Don't get cheap and behave well. If I give you money, it is equivalent to buying your house." My dog, life or death, should be mine, right? Do you think this is the case? Is there a man in your family? Talking to a woman is hard, grinding..."

Ye Tinghe ignored his cursing voice, and asked first: "Where's my mother?"

The aunt said: "She's fine, but she was a little scared. I asked Xiao Wang to take her home first."

Ye Tinghe said hello, and then said, "Auntie, give him the phone."

"You are the man of this family, right? Let me tell you—"

"Well, I don't want compensation," Ye Tinghe suddenly laughed, "Send over your family's card number, and I'll pay 1000 million to buy your life. You just wait to die, okay?"

"Are you fucking sick—"

He hung up the phone, cut off the scolding on the other side, and finally sent a message to his aunt, "Call the police, don't keep it private" and stopped watching it.

Ye Tinghe turned his head to look at Lu Pingjia. Lu Pingjia might have been frightened by him. After trembling for a long time, he could only say "your leg is bleeding".

Maybe it was scratched by the glass, but he ignored it and asked Lu Pingjia, "What are you looking for with my mother?"

Lu Pingjia said honestly: "Grandpa is sick, he wants to leave this house to my aunt, hoping she can go home. But my brother disagrees, he thinks this is our home, and he can't just give it to others, instead he becomes Outsiders, we just want to communicate with my aunt—”

He understood, interrupted him and asked again: "How long can Lu Yan live?"

"The doctor said... by the end of this year at the latest."

Ye Tinghe left here, took a taxi to check in at a nearby hotel, and asked the front desk to deliver a fever-reducing medicine.

The whole process was very peaceful and did not disturb anyone.

It was so scary, Ye Tinghe couldn't help thinking when he was drinking the medicine, if Ji Xu knew that he passed his anger so quickly, wouldn't he be kicked away immediately.

Even though he's been waiting for that day for years.

He is always waiting, waiting for those people to regret, to be able to see Ye Tinghe's goodness, and to be able to tell him that you have grown up so much now, and I am really sorry for giving up on you so early.Said that Mom and Dad were wrong, and they didn't want you.

But time always runs ahead of his wish.

He had just met his ugly father when he died, and he was about to die before he heard his grandfather's voice of regret.

It was only at this moment that he finally realized dully that it was love that made him look forward to all of this.

Keep expecting, keep failing, never have time to really get something.

This night, while he was soaking in the bathtub of the hotel, all kinds of messy sounds kept echoing in his head.

The will, the house, the outsiders, the home...all of them go back to the sentence without exception in the end:

Your dog died.

Xiao Zang died, and the only puppy in the world who loved him forever also died.

He sank into the water, and the voice of trying to forget was amplified infinitely in the water. Those people, those things, and those broken memories were never willing to let him go.

He sat alone in the wreckage of memory, and he couldn't understand more and more why a person could be so lonely.