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Chapter 64 You and I Are Both Bastards

"This is when Mr. Xiao was alive..." Secretary Wang handed the phone to Jiang Yan, and the blood on it had dried up.

Jiang Yan raised his eyes, and a chill flashed across them.

Secretary Wang was startled, and immediately changed his words, "This is the mobile phone I found in the trash can."

"It's fully charged."

Secretary Wang thought that Jiang Yan might need it, so he stayed on purpose.

"Mr. Xiao made a call before..." Secretary Wang put the phone in front of Jiang Yan's desk.

"Whose one?" Jiang Yan clenched the armrest and said in a hoarse voice.

"You, yours, and the suspected hospital emergency..." Secretary Wang was about to be overwhelmed by a huge wave of sorrow, as if he was about to suffocate, "Maybe Mr. Xiao is in a daze, and the emergency number was wrongly dialed..."

But your call is completely correct.

Secretary Wang couldn't bear to continue talking, so he fell silent.

Jiang Yan closed his eyes, and his back bent a lot in an instant, "In other words, I had a chance..."

He remembered the strange number that he hung up on without hesitation.

He trembled: "I had a chance to save him."

It is impossible to know the original intention of Yu Xiaoque to frantically call Jiang Yan before she died, whether it was for the child or something, but it is obvious that she wanted to live at that moment.

After being hung up and not connected again and again, Yu Xiaoque's heart became colder and colder. He knew that he was running out of time, so he endured the pain and called the emergency number instead.

But because my mind is not clear, I always press the wrong button until the phone loses power.

It was hard for Secretary Wang to imagine how such a delicate little gentleman survived that cold winter and gave birth to a child with such despair.

"I'm too greedy, I'm too greedy..." Jiang Yan covered his face and murmured in a low voice, "I should have taken him away long ago. If I didn't fight for anything, he...at least he will be good to me. around."

He was blinded by hatred, he wanted power and wanted to trap his sweetheart.

He is too greedy and conceited.

After Secretary Wang left, there was silence in the study room, except for the faint cries of a man who couldn't hide it.

Jiang Yan was unshaven and had been sleepless for several nights. As long as he fell asleep in a daze, Yu Xiaoque's desperate mourning would keep echoing in his ears. In a daze, he saw his little canary holding a bright red rose Standing not far away, smiling calmly.

He thought that maybe everything was just a nightmare, his little bird was still sitting in front of the sofa shaking its legs, holding its little head and reading comics with relish.

The sunlight fell on his side face, which was so beautiful.

Jiang Yan reached out to touch his cheek, but only touched a hand of blood.

Only then did I suddenly realize what kind of rose it was, it was clearly the bright color reflected by the blood.

Yu Xiaoque grinned, "Sir, I'm taking Zai Zai away, you can't find us."

His voice was soft and waxy, and the words he said were so heartless.

Then Jiang Yan woke up with a start, the night was dark outside the window, a crescent moon hung in the sky, light and faint.

Where did his moon go?

Jiang Yan stumbled into the study and found the photos in the dictionary.

Kneeling on the cold floor, he carefully put together the torn photos.

The boy in the photo smiled as before, his dimples seemed to be filled with fine wine, his eyes were curved, like the handful of crystals on the tip of the bamboo after snowfall.

His white fingers clutched the scarf, and his hair was stained with frost, looking silly.

Jiang Yan curled up on the floor, holding the photo in his arms, and wept bitterly, then lost his voice, and immediately became violent again, like an abandoned wolf on a snowy night, with sorrow mixed with grief.

He also finally suffered the consequences and lost the last bit of warmth in his youth.

Jiang Yuqing seemed to have had a long dream. He dreamed a lot. He dreamed that he ran away from home when he was a teenager and was stolen by thieves with all his money and mobile phones.

That winter was really cold, he rubbed his hungry stomach, stared at the steamed stuffed bun stand expressionlessly, and swallowed hard.

After entering the night, the delicate young master was chased by homeless men who occupied his territory, and finally shrank his neck and hid in a trash can filled with many paper shells.

In the cold air, everything seems to be frozen, and the air is about to be frozen into ice cubes.

A gust of cold air invaded his body along the gap, and he couldn't help shivering.

He carefully covered his body with the waste paper shell, and the teardrops fell down, and were blown cold by the cold wind.

"This thing doesn't block the wind." The boy didn't know when he was squatting next to the trash can, as if he saw some novel and interesting little pet, and smiled, "My house is warm, do you want to go back with me?"

He had an extremely beautiful smile, clean and warm, like the sinking cirrus clouds in the twilight of spring, or like the flowing clear springs in the mountains.

So that was a flash of light in his dark life.

Those few years were his happiest days. He lived in a dilapidated old-fashioned house, and the wooden floor creaked when he stepped on it, but the small yard was full of small roses planted by his grandfather. When the windows were opened, the fragrance permeated through. Come in.

The young man standing in the middle of the garden was smiling and his eyes were clear. He just stood there and did nothing, which was better than a few glimpses.

He was sitting on the back seat of the boy's bicycle, with the cold wind whistling in his ears, he poked into the boy's pocket, and found two warm roasted sweet potatoes.

While the boy disliked his messy eating, he patiently filled his bowl with grilled crayfish.

They walked slowly through the streets and alleys holding hands in the first snow, and suddenly heard the young couple next to them say that people who grow old in the first snow will grow old forever.

His little face was flushed, his eyes were bright, and he stared at the snowflakes on the boy's hair with a smirk.

Secret little thoughts drifted away with the fine snow.

"Brother Yan, will we keep walking?" He looked at the path under the dim light, his voice low and inaudible.

Even the delicate tear mole turned red with shame.

The boy's mouth opened and closed, he couldn't hear clearly, the noise in his ear was getting louder, and the icicles by the side of the house hung down long and upside down, like fangs, trying to tear him apart and chew him up , the wind whimpered.

He covered his ears, and the face in front of him became clearer and clearer.

It's like quenching the ice that never melts on the snow field all year round.

"Who do you think you are?"

In an instant, everything was silent.

Jiang Yuqing's eyeballs moved under his thin eyelids, he opened them slowly, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes into his hair.

His dream awoke.

"Qingqing?" A very soft call came from beside him, cautious and cherished, with uncontrollable excitement.

Jiang Yuqing curled up her fingers, looked hollow, and slowly turned her head to the side.

The man's face was sharp-edged, his sword-like eyebrows were straight, and his peach-blossom eyes, which were exactly the same as his, were sharp.Overbearing.

"Brother..." Jiang Yuqing's lips moved, as thin as a mosquito buzzing.

"Yes, it's me..." Jiang Nanbai's eyes were slightly red, and he grabbed his brother's thin fingers, "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up..."

He straightened the hair on Jiang Yuqing's forehead, and his usually serious man's voice was choked with sobs, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

He didn't expect Mr. Jiang to do such a frenzied thing.

Before he went abroad, the two had a big quarrel. Since he went abroad, the little brat was holding his breath and didn't return calls or text messages.

After a long time, he also gave up contacting him, and occasionally inquiring with the housekeeper would be a relief.

Even after three years, Jiang Nanbai still couldn't help shaking when he thought of the scene when Jiang Yuqing was picked up from the electric chair, the person in his arms was so light and only a handful of bones were left.

His most precious brother was leaning against his chest, so fragile that it would break if he touched it.

"I..." Jiang Yuqing said in a very low voice, slowly covering his stomach, and said dryly, "I seem to have had a very bitter dream."

"It's good to be back, I'm home, don't be afraid..." Jiang Nanbai hugged his younger brother in his arms, stroked his back, and said in a low voice, "Qingqing is back home."

Tears flowed out from under Jiang Yuqing's thick eyelashes. He grabbed Jiang Nanbai's clothes, and his small body convulsed violently. Those tears seemed to be hidden in a dark well before, and now they finally came out.

Yu Xiaoque had only himself, a helpless little beggar, standing on the desert, his tears were buried by the sand, dried by the sun, only hoarse wailing remained.

What right does a canary have to cry?

But Jiang Yuqing was different, he grew up pampered and pampered, the young master had bumped into the south wall once in his life, and suffered a lot, his head was broken and bleeding.

But what is he afraid of?

He is Jiang Yuqing, Jiang Yuqing from the Jiang family in the south of the Yangtze River. Behind him is the entire Jiang family standing at the top of the pyramid.

"Don't be afraid, brother is here, don't be afraid..." Jiang Nanbai had never seen Jiang Yuqing cry so carefully, and his heart was even more sour. He rubbed Jiang Yuqing's hair, "Qingqing doesn't cry."

The little body in his arms was holding back the tears, biting his lips as if afraid of being heard, it was pitiful.

Hearing Jiang Nanbai's words, he finally opened his mouth and let out a sound, like a child who finally found a home, crying hoarsely, his body trembling, carrying so much grievance and sadness.

Jiang Yuqing looked out of the window, and there was heavy snowfall, and in the dim light of tears, he could vaguely see the two cuddling figures walking away from each other.

The short one has long hair and a small tear mole.

The figure became smaller and smaller until it disappeared into the wind and snow.

Xu Shizhen turned his head white in the snow.

...Morning light is always good, Jiang Yan walked into the cemetery slowly with a bouquet of roses in his hand, feeling cool all over his body.

The boy on the tombstone stood shyly in front of the camera, his eyes quietly glanced to his side.

Jiang Yan knew that was his position.

He leaned over to put the rose in front of the grave, and gently stroked the boy's frozen smile with his fingertips.

"Is there enough sugar?" Jiang Yan said softly, as if reminiscing with an old friend, "If it's not enough, I'll buy you some more."

"Maomao has grown up, and it is fierce. It will circle your picture and not let you touch it."

"It misses you very much. Ask me to ask you, when will you come back to see him?"

There was a sneer from behind.

"Why does Mr. Jiang do this now?" Qin Mubai was holding a bottle of wine, his tie crooked, "Why are you pretending to be affectionate?"

"I don't." Jiang Yan didn't even look at him, but looked at the photo of the boy tenderly.

"You and I are both bastards."