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Chapter 1057 Confession

Yu Yang was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and laughed, smiling happily and heartily.

Ye Xuan looked at Yu Yang and laughed, feeling a trace of anger, and muttered: "Don't you believe it?

Yu Yang's laughter gradually subsided, his face was serious, and he said, "No, I believe.

"Do you still laugh?" Ye Xuan was half questioning and half doubting.

Ye Xuan didn't want to tell Yu Yang that he was the Emperor of Heaven, which would make the gap between the two sides too big, and he would lose this hard-won friend.

Although Yu Yang was no longer laughing, he still had a smile in his eyes and said slowly: "I believe you are the Emperor of Heaven, but now, you are Ye Xuan, right?"

As he spoke, he scooped out a bowl of wine from the wine jar and raised his head to drink it.

Yu Yang believed that Ye Xuan was the Emperor of Heaven. His pinyin, his understanding of novels, and writing could only be explained by a character of the level of Emperor of Heaven.

Ye Xuan smiled knowingly and muttered: "Yes, I'm Ye Xuan..."

Yu Yang first scooped up a bowl of wine, and leaned his head on the chair beside him. Unlike the previous swig, he took a sip and said, "I want to talk about my business. 99

Ye Xuan wanted to speak, but before Ye Xuan could speak, Yu Yang started talking on his own.

"I was born into an unfortunate family with a violent father and a really gentle mother."

"My mother was born into a wealthy family with a wealthy family. However, the only son in the family likes to gamble and lost the family fortune."

"My mother was performing on the street, and she could have subsidized her family, so she could barely maintain food, clothing, housing, and transportation. But it didn't take long for my family to suffer from drought, and people were hungry, so how could they be interested in listening to my mother sing on the street?"

Yu Yang said, and poured another sip of wine into his mouth.

Ye Xuan listened quietly.

"My father is a cook in a very big shop, maybe people outside are hungry, but my father can eat good food every day.

"My father saw my mother singing on the street. My mother was very beautiful, which made my father think. He took a few catties of pork and two bags of white noodles to my house to propose marriage.

"My mother has told me countless times that the people in her family, even the gambling brother, are very kind people. But in that year, how could a hungry person distinguish right from wrong. 39

"My mother married my father, and when my father got angry, he beat my mother. When I was born, my father also started to beat me.

"When I grew up, I started to read, and my mother kept asking me to read, and I longed to leave this family.

"One time, my father was very angry. He beat me so hard that I lost consciousness and it was difficult for me to open my eyes.39

"I still clearly remember that scene. My mother picked up a bench and smashed it on my father's head. My father fell. After one night, my mother took it away from the government and never came back."

Yu Yang drank the wine in the bowl, scooped another bowl, and drank again.

Ye Xuan looked at Yu Yang, and his expression revealed a sadness. Although he could not truly empathize with Yang, he could also feel the sadness in Yu Yang's words and experiences. He never thought that such an optimistic person would have such a heavy suffering in his heart.

Ye Xuan couldn't comfort Yu Yang, or at least he couldn't comfort Yu Yang. Still vulnerable in the face of heavy suffering in the face of heart-warming comfort.

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Yu Yang was half-drunk at this time, his eyes were all red, his hand holding the wine bowl trembled slightly, and the sweat, tears, and wine on his face were intertwined on his cheeks that were stained with sadness. With a sad voice in his voice, he said:

"You know what? I had a dream the other day that I went back to my old home. I saw the tyrannical father, and I tightly twisted the corner of his shirt with one hand and put the other on his head.

"I'm going to hit, I'm really going to hit. But as soon as I saw his eyes, my hand was relieved, and I still didn't hit, you know what. I still didn't hit. 99

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Yu Yang looked at Ye Xuan with a begging look in his eyes.

Begging for something to estimate that even Yu Yang himself does not know, it is not comfort, nor is it strength. It is a kind of detachment from the world, a kind of transcendence of fear, something that cannot be explained.

Ye Xuan looked directly at Yu Yang, he knew he was begging, he didn't understand what it was, but he knew that they were sharing this kind of thing.

Yu Yang's mood gradually calmed down. Although his heart was still not at peace, he became much calmer. He blew his nose and laughed at himself: "Don't you think I'm very cowardly? 35

Ye Xuan wanted to deny his original intention, but after thinking for a while, he stared at Yu Yang, nodded, and said seriously:

"Very cowardly."

Ye Xuan didn't want or need to deceive Yu Yang like this.

Yu Yang smiled lightly, as if bathed in sunlight, and said, "Yes, I am indeed very cowardly."

Yu Yang raised his head again with a bowl of wine, and poured it down groggy.

Ye Xuan looked at Yu Yang with a heavy heart. He helped Yu Yang, and Yu Yang sent him to his own room. By the time Ye Xuan finished cleaning the classroom, it was already early in the morning.