Chapter 113: Late tolerance

Suddenly, I suddenly thought of my 16th year of age. Chi Yuanshan shut him out of the door and said to him in the door, "You will no longer be my son. You and your mother will leave here and never come back."
He went to Yejia Bieyuan and wanted to tell the brother of Yingzhi that he wanted to tell him that he would leave his home with his mother and would like to ask him what to do. After arriving at Bieyuan, I saw only a lot of white medical staff in and out of the small building. Fouber told him that the three sons were comatose and were being rescued. He could only stand outside the house and look at him through the busy medical staff. The man was still wearing a simple white shirt, lying on the bed, his face pale and silent.
That was his most helpless time. He even waited for Ye Yingzhi to wake up to say goodbye to the time, and left the home with his mother.
He remembered that he had met in the morning at Xu’s home, and he had said it. "I advise you to leave early." Now I want to come, and it coincides with the last words of Chi Yuanshan.
Later, when I remembered another person in the room, he stood up and looked at the lateness. Chi Rong still stood indifferently on the other side of the room. In the face of the death of Chi Yuanshan, he did not show too much emotion. As if he had expected it, he only looked at the late eyes and confirmed: "Dead?"
It’s not like that of Chi Yuanshan, it’s not like it can be tonight.
Nodded later. Chi Rong opened the door and sent a message to the housekeeper who was outside, then closed the door and came in. He looked forward to it: "They will only come in a few minutes."
Then he gently rubbed his eyebrows: "Why don't you leave?"
After a late look at the distant mountain on the bed, his eyes turned to be late: "Why? Why did you let me go?" He realized now that things may not be as simple as he thought. The reason why Chi Rong let him go may not be what he thought.
He was not able to answer his words, but he smiled at him.
"It’s late." He called the late name. "Do you know why I used to want to go with you? I frame you, grab your stuff, do you hate me? Are you... hate me? ?"
I didn’t talk late, I just looked at the person in front of me silently. It’s strange to be late.
"I still remember that as long as I bully you, you feel that you will cry when you are wronged. Unfortunately, it is not so easy to cry later. If I bully you again, you will not cry to me again. You will only find that person. He smiled again and looked at the lateness. "Is it like this? Late, tell me, Ye Yingzhi is not easy to make you cry."
"From the time you came back, sitting in Yejia's car and leaving that night, I couldn't help but think... What would you cry in Ye Ying's bed? Late, can the sick scorpion satisfy you? Or he Although not, but there are other ways to toss you, let you cry and ask him? How do you ask him, crying to call him to meet his brother? Or husband?" He took a step forward, looking late, in his eyes A dull, smile on the corner of his mouth seems to be like a resentful anger, even a moment of distortion.
After a short frown, he took a step back. He couldn't help but interrupt him when he heard half of it: "Shut up." But he was still self-satisfied and insisted on saying what he wanted to say.
Later, he took two steps in his direction and looked at his face: "From small to big, only everyone in your side will show real emotions to me, even if you hate me... it doesn't matter if I hate me."
He smiled and turned his face away to see him. He has already passed the age of this illogical gibberish, and what is "only you will show real emotions to me"? The eccentricity of Chi Yuanshan is his own personal experience. Of course, the mother of Chi Rong also loves her only son. He also came back this time and heard that the mother of Chi Rong died five years ago, but those who have grown up from childhood to age. Nor is it fake.
He glanced at him with a cool look: "What about Chi Yuanshan and your mother? Are they not?"
"A madman, what do you say they are?" Chi Rong is getting closer and closer, until he will be forced to the wall, and there is no way to retreat. The two are only separated by one person, and the corner of the mouth is still tilted. "It is said that madness is inherited. Do you say that I am already crazy?"
His first half of the sentence made Chi Yu's face change, and raised his eyes to look at the lateness: "What do you mean?"
"It's pitiful," he stared at his late face. "Are you still ignorant of it? My mother was pregnant with me, and he gave him a late knee."
"Hey?" He couldn't help but whisper. This kind of thing is only heard in novels and TVs. It has never been seen in reality. Even in the late days, parents are not sure that such things are real. Later, he told him that this kind of thing was used in Chi Yuanshan, his father.
"Yes, it is awkward. A mad woman who can't ask for it, for a person who doesn't love herself, offers her own mastery of witchcraft into the late family, and uses her life to manipulate a cockroach that can never be really obtained. I lied to myself for a lifetime, and even died because of excessive use of the imaginary worm that I couldn’t control. What do you say is not a madman?"
Looking at him lately, he knew that Chi Rong was talking about his mother, and his mind outlined the woman’s vague figure. He grew up and sensible in his teens. After knowing the chaotic relationship between his family and the late mother and child, he certainly hated the lateness and his mother. However, the late mother did not deliberately frame them like he was deliberately framed and bullied. Mother and child.
In the memory, the woman does not often go out of her own house, her face is pale, and her face is always cold and faint when she meets by chance. She is always indifferent to indifference. After so many years, the woman has become a pale and lifeless shadow in his mind. At this moment, I want to find out that I can't even think of each other's appearance. I can only faint from the face that is late. Find a little outline of his mother.
He Rong continued to talk about it. It is even difficult to tell whether it is to give a late hearing or to talk to himself: "I used to swear that I would never be as pitiful and pathetic as she was, but then I found that I was more than her. Sadly, I can't even get fake. I don't even have a chance to lie to myself." He muttered, his voice getting lower and lower.
I don’t want to explore the feelings of delay, he only cares about one thing now. The words of the lateness revealed a message that Chi Yuanshan may have been manipulated by the shackles for many years, and the man who manipulated it was the mother of the lateness.
Intuition made him feel that he was not lying.
His voice became a bit dry: "He didn't find it? Didn't all the other people in the late family find it? Is it going to... No one is stopping?"
"Stop?" He looked at him lately. "Why, why have you been so naive? In the late parents, how can you grow up in such an environment? Find out? Of course he can find out, so If you want to take the mother and son away with a rare waking gap, you can't even let you have a little connection with him. But why do you say that he can't get rid of it? Do you think he is afraid of my mother?"
He approached the lateness and gently said in his ear: "Of course not. He has something to fight, even if there is no witchcraft, he will be a late family. So you think who cares, who will stop What? My mother dares to be so late to the parents, is there anyone who supports or even instructs?"
He was so embarrassed that he couldn’t help but look at the body of the bed again. It was his father who was sleeping there. He never thought that he would hear such a story here. He could not verify the true and false in the late words, but he still believed in his heart.
Everything fits. The attitude of being late is very strange, but he can always judge whether Yurong is telling the truth or falsehood.
Tears couldn’t help but drop from his eyes. His eyes turned red and his eyes turned to be late: "That father...he is...how is it..." He looked up and closed his eyes. In a word, it is fragmented.
He is able to understand what he wants to ask. He was determined to look late, and said without a margin: "You are crying again."
When he opened his eyes and looked at him, he calmly said: "The scorpion is dead, and the locusts will not be able to support it for a long time and will die. After the heart is dead, the nature of the locust is fostered. Will die soon."
"If you want him to go better, let your help give it a pass." Chi Rong lowered his eyes and smiled. "Maybe it will be useful."
"And, go quickly. Don't believe Ye Yingzhi, don't leave it for him."
After saying this sentence, he did not give the time to respond, he opened the door and went out. Just as the butler came in with a group of people, began to clean up the future for Chi Yuanshan.
Staying in the same place, watching them busy, digesting the information in the words of the late. His last meaning should be to let him go to the Yingzhi brother to help surpass the late mountain, Yejia practice ghost road, in this regard, it should be relatively good, not to mention Ye Yingzhi is the Ye family. But why does he have to say the last sentence? When he and Chi Yuanshan died, they repeatedly urged him to leave. Why is there a problem with the late family? If the late family really has problems, and both Chi Yuanshan and Chi Rong have found out, why are you not allowed to leave now?
After a long time, he shook his head. Anyway, go out first to find the brother of Ying, and tell him about these things.
He Rong let him not believe in Ye Yingzhi, but obviously, the person he believes most in the world is Ye Yingzhi. He will never, and will not be guilty of Ye Yingzhi’s heart because of his lateness.