“Over the years, I have owned everything from the stone caves in roadside overpasses to the most luxurious presidential suite, from roadside stalls to the top Western restaurants, from ruins to the most magnificent office buildings, and lived a life that ordinary people can’t even imagine.
I think it is a luxurious life, but brother, I have actually been wandering around for so many years. My heart has never been able to return to one shore, it has been drifting. You know that I have been in love with my family since I was a child, although my family is not kind to me and my mother does not like me.
, my father loves another woman, but I still want a family, a child, and a woman who is willing to leave a light on for me no matter how late it is."
He stared blankly at the memorial tablet of his eldest brother. A faint smile appeared on his handsome face, and his expression was like a lost child.
"Now, I live in the villa you lived in before, and I have found the woman who looks very suitable to keep the light for me. She is just one child away. Not everyone can give birth to this child."
He said calmly, stood up, and carefully put Xu Tianjue's memorial tablet back to its original place. His tall figure stood up straight, but his suit was wrinkled, but this did not affect the peerless spirit revealed on his resolute profile.
of tenderness.
"So, brother, you can understand me." Almost begging, he turned his eyes to another tablet, "Father, you can also understand me, right?"
Finally, his foggy eyes secretly narrowed, his thin body took two steps back, and bowed three more times. His expression was always too quiet, and his eyes were like the lake in the mountains, filled with cold sadness.
"Don't worry, Ayan will do what he swore! But over the years, Ayan has done too many sins and been dirty. Ayan needs redemption, forgiveness, and selfishness.
A little bit of happiness support, otherwise Ayan will not be able to survive... Do you understand? Who on earth can understand!"
The words fell, the roar was circuitous, and at the end, there was a broken cry that no one could hear.
Ling Yansen is tired. He is really too tired.
However, no one knows, no one sees it.
Outside the house, through a door, Xu Suyun's sharp face had an expression that could almost be called grotesque.
She leaned on crutches and left silently.
Ling Yansen stayed in his ancestral house for a long time. When his face was no longer painful from the tears, he went to the sink under the flower stand in the backyard to wash his face. As soon as he walked around the corridor and exited the middle hall, Ling Sicong was already on the steps.
Waiting for him up there.
"Brother, you are back."
When Ling Sicong saw Ling Yansen approaching, he immediately went to greet him with a worried look on his face. He just heard his servants talking privately, saying that his mother and second brother were having a big quarrel in the ancestral house, and he probably guessed what the reason was.
I went to work today, but Duan Qingwu was nowhere to be seen early in the morning. Not long after, the second brother came down to the 44th floor with a cold face, stayed in her office for a long time, and finally ran out angrily.
Although he didn't have a chance to ask anything, he knew something was wrong.
Sure enough, after waiting for a day, neither of them was seen. When he came back in the evening, he saw his mother's face was gloomy and she had no appetite for dinner. He asked around and finally learned the reason from his sister-in-law.
After finding out, before he had time to secretly feel sad, the second brother was urgently called back by his mother. The old and the young had never met each other. They were either cold-eyed or filled with smoke. In the past, he spent most of the time in school, out of sight and out of sight.
But right now, my son is at home, and he is extremely worried no matter what.
Ling Yansen glanced at his younger brother. There was no smile on his tight outline, only heavy fatigue and a cold chill. His tall figure wrapped in a coat was blurred by the lantern, and his shoulder line became thinner. His entire figure
It looks covered in a layer of blue and black, which makes people feel inexplicably sad.
When he walked to Ling Sicong, he finally stopped and nodded lightly. His bloodshot eyes were narrowed. Ling Sicong only took a quick glance and then looked away knowingly.
The second brother cried.
In the impression, the second brother is like a steel giant. Fragile objects such as tears have nothing to do with him. The second brother has been like this since he was a child. He still relies on how his mother scolds him. The more harsh he is, the more stern his face becomes.
What level of sadness must be required to make this ruthless and emotionless man cry?
"Brother, are you leaving? It's late at night and foggy, so why not rest here and leave when it gets bright tomorrow morning." Ling Sicong was worried that he would be emotional and drive alone at night, fearing that something might happen to him.
However, Ling Yansen seemed to have heard something extremely ridiculous, and even raised his gloomy brows, "Sicong, when did you see that there is a place for me in this house? The place is very big, and there are many wing rooms, but
, no room for me. Never."
Ling Sicong's face was stiff, but he was extremely sad in his heart. In the past two years, his second brother rarely returned to his old house. Even when he came back, he would do something in a hurry and then leave, often doing chores related to property management or payment.
Looking back, there is indeed no room for my second brother in the old house.
Ling Sicong smiled awkwardly, "Second brother, look at what you said, what's the matter with just sharing a night with me! How many years have we two brothers slept in the same bed?"
Ling Yansen shook his head and patted his shoulder resolutely, "No, I'll leave right away."
With that said, he turned around and walked out the door.
Ling Sicong thought for a while, but couldn't hold it back, and said casually, "Second brother, no matter what mother thinks, my brother still congratulates you on becoming a father."
He said this, but there was not much joy in his eyebrows, but a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be there but not there.
Ling Yansen gave a rare smile and nodded, and after a while his figure disappeared outside the Zhumen.
Ling Sicong stood there in a daze until his mother called him from behind, and he suddenly came to his senses and went into the house.
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Ling Yansen drove the car and sped along the highway.
He couldn't calm down, and his whole heart was hanging on the stove. If he went back like this, he was afraid that he would wake her up. After thinking about it, he called Zhou Jirong. At this time, the only thing he could do was chat with him, drink with him, and complain.
Zhou Jirong was also a very discerning man. Hearing the tone of his voice, he put down the beautiful woman with her clothes on the bed and ran away without saying a word.
It wasn't until he drank two bottles of red wine that Ling Yansen's mood stabilized.
******
It was already one o'clock in the evening when we returned to the villa.
Sister-in-law Wu got up from the sofa when she heard the door open, with a complicated look on her face.
The young master usually uses the door as a football to kick, but when the young mistress became pregnant, he could remember it even after drinking and knew to open the door by himself.
After thinking about it, she couldn't help laughing, and stepped forward to say hello, "Master, go and wash up quickly."
Ling Yansen stared at the warm light emitted by the wall lamp in the hall, squinted his eyes, and grinned stupidly. That smile made Mrs. Wu feel sad for a while.