The mosquito blood that pried away the white moonlight

From then on, he knew that good people don't live long, but evil people last for thousands of years.If you want to be a good person... forget it.

He hated the man who had deserted his father, and he hated himself even more.If it weren't for me, my mother wouldn't have such a difficult life, and my father wouldn't be working outside so late, just to buy him a decent birthday present.

In the end, I still blame him. Without him... would everything be different from now?

Jiang Yu didn't know.

He hasn't experienced warmth for a long time. It's so cold outside that he has to curl up and cover himself tightly to ensure that the biting cold wind won't make it difficult for him to walk in this world. .

The tombstone of Jiang Yu's mother is halfway up the mountain. It is not the best location, but it is the best place he can choose to do his best.

He stayed in the cemetery for a long time, but he never said a word. After a few hours, he just sat there, leaning on the tombstone, looking at the dark clouded sky and the inexplicable empty mountain. The sadness hits, and it is overwhelming.

After descending the mountain, Mr. Shen's Koenigsegg stopped in place, and the man with a straight back, holding a cigarette in his hand, was talking to the man in a black windbreaker.

Having been close to each other for 11 years, Jiang Yu knows who he is even if it's just a back view.

He actually admires Zhong Zigui's obsession. Like him, he can't persist for so many years for a person who doesn't love him.

Jiang Yu stopped not far away, and didn't go forward anymore. He watched Zhong Zigui pull Shen Yuzhu's sleeve with a very low posture, like a cat that yearns for the love of its master. Even if the other party is indifferent, as long as there is no clear He can find the reason and value of his existence.

However, Shen Yuzhu saw him.

He walked around Zhong Zigui and waved at Jiang Yu.

Zhong Zigui turned his head, and the moment he saw it was him, his face was contorted badly. He stared at Jiang Yu like a wolf that devours people.

Jiang Yu looked at his appearance that was about to tear him into pieces, and suddenly felt an inexplicable annoyance in his heart. He rubbed his forehead, smiled at the two of them, and turned back to the cemetery.

"Stop!" Zhong Zigui stepped forward a few steps, his red lips pursed tightly, looking at Jiang Yu, he wanted to tear him in half.

"Master Zhong," Jiang Yu smiled.

"It's up to you?" Zhong Zigui approached step by step, his eyes contemptuous, "It's just such a thing, is it worth you to bring him here?" He looked back at Shen Yuzhu, full of disbelief.

"What the hell am I, so don't worry about it." Jiang Yu smiled at Yan Yan. At this moment, he seemed to be divided into two halves. One half of himself stayed in the air, looking at the other half of himself indifferently. So, I knew what I was doing in my heart, but I didn't feel anything at all.

"It's you, with what capacity and qualifications do you come to question me?" He approached Zhong Zigui step by step, and his usually thin and slender hands suddenly stretched out, gripping Zhong Zigui's like iron clamps. Chin, he slowly approached Zhong Zigui until they could hear their breath, "Look at your appearance, what's the difference between you and a bitter woman?"

The warm breath hit his ears, Zhong Zigui's expression changed drastically, and he tried to wave Jiang Yu's hand away. This strong sense of aggression always made him think of what happened that night involuntarily, even though he didn't have the slightest memory, he still remembered from that day. Afterwards, he especially repelled the approach of strangers, especially men with strong aggressiveness.

Thanks to this winding mountain road, Jiang Yu, who has been suffering all his life, was able to give a hand in front of the former benefactor who was so much taller than himself, it was so handsome!