He's stalking and begging for reconciliation

Lin Mo will always be in his memory, the boy who smiled at him standing on the sun-drenched corridor.It is the existence branded on the tip of his heart, and it is a ray of light on his life path. Since then, the gloomy life has become bright and beautiful because of the appearance of one person.

When Zheng Qian was 14 years old, the Zheng family had an accident. On the third ring road, a truck lost control and rushed straight towards them. Little Zheng Qian saw with his own eyes that his mother threw himself on his father when the truck hit. Before his eyes, blood splashed on his still young face, and the world in front of his eyes was scarlet.

The three of them were sent to the hospital urgently. After some examination, it was found that his arm was broken. Thinking of my father's injury and my mother lying in the ICU with unknown life and death, I feel so much better.

During the week in the hospital, his mother issued critical illness notices several times, and he folded his arms again and again, standing outside the door of the operating room and crying bitterly.

It was at this time that he met Lin Mo.

When he woke up in the ward that day, he was attracted by the laughter outside the window. Little Zheng Qian tiptoed out of bed, fearing that the nurses would find him sneaking out of the ward.

He stood under the big tree in the yard, watching the group of children playing hide-and-seek, little Zheng Qian couldn't help but look out enviously.

He is the young master of the Zheng family. He lived in a compound since he was a child. He had too little contact with his peers. There was no one to play with him in the cold house. His father often did not come home, and only his mother would take him with him. He's messing around.

From then on, little Zhengqian stood under the tree every now and then, watching his peers fight.

A month later, his mother still ignored him, and the moment he heard the news of his mother's death, his world collapsed.

That morning, he stood under the tree in the yard, staring at the group of children timidly. Little Zheng Qian wanted to step forward to play together, but he still dared not take a step.

Just when he was about to leave, he saw a white and thin child waving at him in the corridor.

Little Zheng Qian ran over.

The child seemed to be very familiar, he stretched out his hand to say hello: "What's your name? My name is Lin Mo."

Zheng Qian stared at him, nervous and speechless, this was the first time someone tried to communicate with him in so many days.

Lin Mo didn't seem to care at all, and said to himself, "I've seen you for many days, and I've been standing in the yard watching them play."

Xiao Zhengqian lowered his eyes and nodded.

Lin Mo said again: "Let's make friends, I also want to be like you, I hope someone will play with me."

Zheng Qian raised his head excitedly and said, "Is it really possible?"

Lin Mo smiled friendly: "Of course, you can talk to me if you have any troubles in the future. I'm in ward 304."

Later, little Zheng Qian seldom went to the yard, he often slipped into 304 to share his thoughts with Lin Mo.

During the days when his mother passed away, it was Lin Mo who gave him hugs and encouragement, and he found a glimmer of light on the dark road.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, he went to Ward 304 as usual. Lin Mo was a little disappointed when he heard the news that he was leaving, but he was still happy for Zheng Qian.

After his mother passed away, his life was turned upside down. A strange woman brought a boy to live in the mansion. On that day, Zheng Zhongtian pointed to the boy and said, "His name is Zheng Changyu. He is your younger brother. You need to take care of him."

Zheng Qian, who was still young, also understood what this meant: his father had cheated a long time ago, and he had a child outside.

Zheng Changyu looked at him timidly, before he could speak, Zheng Qian stepped forward, stretched out his hand and gave a violent push.

With a woman's scream, Zheng Changyu knocked his head against the corner of the table, and there was a cut on his head, bleeding continuously.

The woman screamed: "He is your brother, how can you do this?"

Zheng Zhongtian slapped it away, and Zheng Qian tasted a trace of blood in his mouth.

That night, the entire mansion was locked in the basement by the angry Zheng Zhongtian. Although he was cold and hungry, he did not regret it.

The whole mansion was cold and empty, Zheng Zhongtian seldom came home all the year round, and when he came home occasionally, he smelled of alcohol and all kinds of messy perfumes.

When he was young, his mother took him to grow up. He often saw his mother sitting alone in the bedroom secretly touching tears, but Zheng Qian never dared to ask anything. He knew that his mother was a very strong person, and Zheng Qian was unwilling to expose it. His mother's cover-up, since he was sensible, he never asked something like "Where is father?"

It turned out that Zheng Zhongtian had already found a mistress outside, and even the child was about the same age as himself.

The poor mother sacrificed her life to protect her father at the moment before the danger came.

That woman's name was Wang Yanlan, and she never dared to say anything in front of Zheng Qian, even with his younger brother, who was weak, and hid behind Wang Yanlan when she saw him.

He hated this home so much that he didn't want to stay any longer.Although no one in this family will provoke him, his life is still dark.

Until high school, a new classmate was transferred to their class.

"Hi everyone, my name is Lin Mo, and I am..."

The playboy who has always been idle, put down his crossed legs.He stared blankly at the man on the podium.

It's really that person, it's really him...