"I've already seen it, I can ignore him. If you hate him because he left me, I hope you can also see it." Shen Qingyi said to her son with distress.

"I hope you can avoid him, ignore him, and even if he doesn't exist, but I don't want you to live in resentment forever."

Shen Qingyi looked at her son who had a clenched fists and had a blue face and continued to advise: "You have Mo Han now, I, Mo Han's family to live together, and you will have your own children in the future. Mo Han really doesn't want you to have any further involvement with him, I just hope you can be happy."

Qin Mohan reached out to hold the Shenwei left hand, his hand was already exerting too much force and turned purple. His psychological uneasiness caused his hand to tremble slightly.

Chen Fang stood up and said to Shen Qingyi: "Mom, you can forgive him. If he doesn't exist, but I can't, I can never forgive him." After that, he took his coat and walked out the door.

"Ah, where are you going?" Shen Qingyi asked at Chen Fang.

"I want to go out and be quiet." Chen Fang said a word, and Qin Mohan also stood up immediately.

"Mo Han, go and persuade him."

Shen Qingyi's words made Qin Mohan pause for a moment. Qin Mohan looked at Shen Qingyi and said, "Mom, I won't persuade him. I am his wife. I will support him if he makes any choice. Even if he is an enemy of the whole world, I will stand by his side."

After Qin Mohan finished speaking, he bowed to Shen Qingyi, then followed them out with their coats: "Mom, I'll go with him."

In the courtyard, I met Xiao Nanrong and Qin Ruoxi who had just come out of the corner of the garage: "Sister, where are you going? My brother-in-law's face looked so ugly just now. Why did he drive out by himself? Are you quarreling?"

"No, we have something to do when we go out." Qin Mohan and his sister said perfunctorily, and then said to Xiao Nanrong: "Mom, you go into the house to accompany Chen Fang's mother. Something happened today."

After saying that, he chased out with his mother's surprised gaze. At this time, Chen Fang was ready to drive out of the warehousing. Just now, he and Xiao Nanrong just nodded.

Xiao Nanrong, who was suspicious, entered the room and saw Shen Qingyi who was a little dazed, and asked, "Sister Qing, is it that the eldest sister making you angry? I'll deal with him later."

"No, Mo Han is a good boy, but Xiao Ye..."

"Chenfang, you wait for me." Qin Mohan stood directly in front of the car and blocked the way of the car: "No matter where you go, I will be with you, but you can't leave me behind." In the last sentence, Qin Mohan was already a little choked: "I once said that no matter what you do, I will stand by your side, and you don't want to carry it alone."

"Oh!" Chen Fang sighed, got out of the car, reached out and hugged Qin Mohan tightly. Chen Fang heard the words she and Shen Qingyi clearly: "Actually, you don't need it. I just want to find a place where no one is quiet. I feel so upset that I can't get angry at my mother."

"No, I'll be with you." Qin Mohan wiped his eyes with his hands and said firmly as he looked at Chen Fang.

"Okay!" Chen Fang nodded.

Qin Mohan pushed him to the co-pilot and drove by himself: "Tell me, where are we going? I'll be with you."

Chen Fang looked at the front blankly, not knowing how to answer, yes, where should I go? Logically speaking, this is my home, and it took me a while to say to Qin Mohan: "Go to Changyuan."

Qin Mohan glanced at him. Although his expression was gloomy, he was very confident. Qin Mohan didn't say anything, but just reached out to find a cloth bag containing a sachet in the armrest box, which contained a key. Shen Fang really put it here.

Changyuan and three other communities named after the park are combined to be the first integrated residential area of ​​Yanjing City. It is located in the Southeast Second Ring Road and not far from Longtan Park.

This community, which was considered a wealthy area in Yanjing in the 1990s, was 1,200 yuan per square meter at that time. Jin Luo and Shen Qingyi spent more than 80,000 yuan to buy this house of only 75 square meter in 1990s. At that time, they borrowed the money from Chen Haiyang. Jin Luo always emphasized that it was borrowed, maybe this was the case that made him hurt his self-esteem.

Now this community is in ruins, and the first batch of old residents of that year may have moved away. In addition to some elderly people who really care about this place, most of the remaining people here are migrant workers who come to Beijing from other places. Although it is an old community, the supporting facilities are still complete and urban heating is also opened. Qian Bin's arrangements are also in place. Every two weeks, a housekeeping company will come to help ventilate, disperse and clean the house, and the house remains as it is.

Qin Mohan parked the vehicle and looked at the silent move forward in front of him, feeling extremely distressed.

If he really vented like an ordinary person, yelled, smashed things, threw things, and then vented, Qin Mohan would not be worried. Now he is like a dead volcano, with no trace of eruption at all, but as the person who is most familiar with him around him, Qin Mohan knew that he was using his strong self-control to suppress himself.

He is always restraining, suppressing, and being able to consider other people's emotions extremely rationally. Qin Mohan really doesn't want to see him feel so uncomfortable, and doesn't want to see him always suppressing the sadness in his heart.

"Mom, it's okay, I'll accompany her. Tell Aunt Qing, I'll be with him in Changyuan." Qin Mohan called his mother, then took out a bottle of whiskey from the trunk, thought for a while, and then took another bottle of red wine.

"Sister Qing, they are now Changyuan. It should be your old house." Xiao Nanrong hung up the phone and said to Shen Qingyi: "You don't have to blame Xiaoye. He can't overcome this hurdle in his heart. You said that this child is precocious. The precocious child is, the more likely he is to get into a stubborn position. Let Mo Han persuade him."

Qin Mohan explained to Cheng Yue and Li Hui who were following him, and arranged for them to go to the braised dish shop at the entrance of the community to buy some braised dishes. Then Qin Mohan came upstairs with two bottles of wine and braised dishes, and the door was closed and opened the door to enter. Chen Fang stood at the bedroom door in a daze, and the size marked on the door was still there.

"My dad also marked the door frame for me back then, but after the second year of junior high school, I never asked my dad to measure it again." Qin Mohan placed the braised dish on the table and said to Chen Fang: "Because I haven't had a year of long since the second year of junior high school, and I feel a little disappointed."

"This is not my height before. This should be copied from the photo after Qian Bin bought the house. Although it looks very similar, it is not the case." Chen Fang shook his head: "Not only this door frame, but also this sofa, this coffee table, and the piano inside. Some things are lost, and even if I try to find them back, they are not the same home as before, nor are they the same as before, and we will never be able to return to the past."

Qin Mohan opened the whiskey, went to the kitchen to wash two glasses, and placed them on the table: "Can you tell me about your childhood? We have known each other for so many years, and you have been avoiding it, but I really want to know, I want to..."

Chen Fang sat on the sofa, poured a glass of wine with the bottle, and then drank it dry in one sip. The stimulating taste made him choke and cough. Qin Mohan hurriedly took a bottle of pure water to bring it to him.

"People say that the child's memory before he was seven years old was messy, but I seemed to remember it very clearly." Chen Fang took a sip of water and poured himself a cup: "When I just moved into this house, it was 90 years old, and I was just four years old. I clearly remember how happy my mother was. Finally, the whole family didn't have to squeeze into a thirty or forty square meters of tube building. There was no heating in winter, and I had to run to the stairs when I went to the toilet."

Qin Mohan looked around the house: "90s, wow, this house is bigger than me." Then he stuck out his tongue embarrassedly, poured himself a glass of wine, raised his head and took a sip. He was a little rinsed. I really don't know why they liked drinking such wine.

Chen Fang took the cup in her hand, then found a kickstick from under the coffee table to open the red wine for her: "If you are not used to drinking it, don't force it."

"Sometimes, I can't force it." Chen Fang shook his head: "My mother bought this house mainly at that time. At that time, their savings were only 5,000 yuan, or even less. He disagreed at that time, thinking that the house exceeded the income of the two. Later, the two quarreled. This was the first time they quarreled in my memory."

"My uncle brought 80,000 yuan and said it was a dowry for my mother." Qin Mohan did not interrupt, but just looked at him quietly in thought with red wine. Chen Fang took another sip and continued, "It probably touched his self-esteem at that time. He also wrote an IOU to my uncle, saying that it was a loan."

Qin Mohan did not stop him from drinking, and she also wanted Chen Fang to get drunk. She listened to Chen Fang telling about her childhood and gradually understood in her heart.

Because of buying a house, Shen Qingyi just wanted to improve her living environment, and Chen Haiyang just felt sorry for her young sister and nephew and provided some funding. However, this made Jin Luo's heart soaked a thorn, which made him want to go into business later.

Chen Fang was drunk, and in a trance he returned to the day when his father moved out of the house.

"I, Jin Luo, is a descendant of the dignified Aisin Gioro family. I am not a soft-hearted person, nor a slut that rises up only by relying on my wife's family." He left with such determination and unrestrainedness. Not only did Shen Qingyi cry with the rain, but Chen Fang's whole body was cold. At that moment, it seemed as if he had become an orphan, a helpless orphan.

Chen Fang stood up, Qin Mohan wanted to help him, but Chen Fang didn't let him go. Qin Mohan saw him staggeringly taking out a casino guitar from the bedroom, and then sat here again:

"Whose father died

Please tell me how to be sad

Whose lover has left

Please tell me how to forget

We're Born to Be Alone

We're born alone

…”

The lyrics are straightforward and clear, and the voice is no longer as warm as he used to be when he used to be folk songs. It is more cruel and decisive, mixed with hopeless waiting. Qin Mohan, who was listening, couldn't help but burst into tears. He didn't wipe it with his hands, just let it flow quietly. It turned out that he was so lonely inside, and it turned out that he was so helpless.

At the end of the singing, Chen Fang began to choke, and the guitar fell weakly under the sofa, and he curled up on the sofa like a shrimp. Qin Mohan got up and sat down beside him, letting him lean in his arms, and found that he was already in tears.

Some people think that as they get older, people will become mature. Some people think that the sign of maturity is that they are steady in doing things, know how to deal with people, don’t care about gains and losses, and can take them and let them go, and will not be sad about anything. The most important thing is that a mature man should not cry.

But is this true? Liu Tianwang in Xiangjiang has a song called "Men Crying Is Not a Sin". Men don't cry easily, but they are not sad. If they are not hurt too deeply, how could they cry like a child?

"Cry, you will feel more comfortable when you cry." Qin Mohan patted his shoulders like coaxing a child, letting him lie in his arms, so that he could have a warm harbor. In the end, Chen Fang and Qin Mohan were both drunk and curled up on the sofa and fell asleep with their arms around.

"Whose father died

Please tell me how to be sad

Whose lover has left

Please tell me how to forget

We're Born to Be Alone

We're born alone

…”

Yes, maybe we are born lonely, and we are slowly accustomed to loneliness. The sunny feeling that we are immersed in loneliness is pitch black all around us, empty in a strange space, singing this song alone. No matter how he calls, there is no response around us, and there is no echo.

Maybe I can never get out, maybe I will die in loneliness.

Silent, confused, and constantly falling into the abyss.

Just when he was desperate, he found a little light appeared in front of him.

From a point of light, gradually expanding, then one, two, three... like a starry sky.

The night finally dissipated.

Just in front of her, a figure like an angel appeared in front of her, so warm and full of hope. She reached out to herself, and her hands were so soft and warm, bringing her new life and hope.

Chen Fang, who woke up from his sleep, patted his head and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. At less than three o'clock, there was silence outside the window, but Qin Mohan was hugged tightly. Looking at her curled up on the sofa, Chen Fang gently picked her up, came to the bedroom, pulled the quilt away, and covered the two of them.

When Qin Mohan woke up, he found that he came to the bed. It was already dark, but Chen Fang was by his side. After moving his head, he seemed to have finished drinking all the bottles of red wine last night. Who said that the red wine is too low to drink? Who said that the red wine has little potential?

Suddenly I smelled a deep smell of memory, a sour smell of sobering soup. Qin Mohan walked out of the bedroom with his slippers and saw Shentan in the kitchen that was less than ten square meters in size.

Qin Mohan couldn't help but hold him from behind and let his head rest on his back, as if the headache caused by the hangover could be relieved.

"I like the smell on you," she whispered, "and makes people feel very reassuring."

"That's because of the familiarity, so I feel relieved."

"Well. Is this my mother's recipe? Have you learned it?" Qin Mohan sniffed and asked Chen Fang.

"No, this is what my mother asked Zhou Qi to send. She didn't have a good rest last night." Chen Fang put down the stirring spoon in his hand, then turned around and said to Qin Mohan: "Not only our mother, but even Master Cheng Yue slept in the car downstairs all night yesterday. Do you think I'm too willful?"

"No, you are not willful, you are normal venting. Human emotions are like springs. You cannot be in a state of stress for a long time. You must release them appropriately." Qin Mohan directly denied his statement and hugged him tightly: "I said that no matter what choice you make, I will stand by your side. If you are happy, I will be happy with you. If you are sad, I will be sad with you. If you are willful, I will be willful with you. Even if you are fighting against the sky and the earth, I will be with you."

Listening to Qin Mohan’s whisper, Chen Fang tightened his arms that hugged her a little longer: “Thank you, thank you for staying with me.”

After drinking the sobering soup, the two of them were much more refreshing. Chen Fang looked around the old house with nostalgia, and then left with Qin Mohan. When they came downstairs, Chen Fang said apologetically to Cheng Yue who was sitting in the car: "Master Cheng, I'm sorry, I made you suffer yesterday."

"Mr. Chen, this is what I deserve." Cheng Yue smiled at Chen Fang. He also felt sensitive that Chen Fang's condition was much better today than yesterday.

"Master Cheng, please ask you something." Chen Fang said: "Please sell your house in Changyuan. It doesn't matter how much money it costs, it should be as soon as possible."

"Yeah, OK." Cheng Yue nodded.

When Chen Fang returned to the courtyard, he saw Shen Qingyi waiting in front of the hanging flower gate. He looked haggard and couldn't help but take two steps forward and hugged her tightly.

"Mom, I'm sorry."

"It's mom who's sorry for you, you shouldn't have..."

Before Shen Qingyi finished speaking, she was interrupted by Chen Fang: "Mom, I have dealt with Changyuan's house. From now on, we will have only this home."

"Well, we only have this family in the future." Hearing his son's words, Shen Qingyi finally smiled happily, and even Qin Mohan, who followed him in, smiled.

"Brother, are you blaming me?" Jin Yaran, who had been hiding at the door of the west wing, couldn't help but ask.

"Why are you blaming me? You are still my sister."
Chapter completed!