It was two years later when Yin Han was released from prison again.

He slowly walked out of the inside with his steps, and when he looked back, the iron door slowly closed behind him. Yin Han took two steps forward, and finally felt a sense of living in this world.

He is still alive.

In the past two years, Yin Han didn't even know how he had survived. He could only stay in such a small prison, and the sky he saw was divided into pieces by iron bars, cutting and fragmented. He only stayed for more than 700 days, but it seemed that he had lived in it for two centuries.

He had only a little extra money, so he walked two kilometers and took the bus in front of the bus station. He didn't even know where he went, maybe he just wanted to see this world again.

Two years have been enough for him to be discouraged. Wang Xiaoyu has no longer wanted him, and Yin Han has never felt so clearly that life could see his head at a glance - he suffered a lot of hardship inside, and the handsomeness that people could see at a glance has been wiped out. Now he has rough skin and a flat face, as if he is seven or eight years old, and even the face that can still be regarded as capital at the beginning is gone.

What else can I do?

Yin Han looked at the abortion passing through the bus window and thought, "If you can live for one day, just live for one day."

After seeing his resume in prison in a slightly larger store, he was unwilling to recruit him. Yin Han was desperate and had to find a construction site to work, and he carried bricks for people every day in the scorching sun, barely earning some hard work.

But half a month later, he couldn't even do the hard work.

Meng Jiaojiao's people found him.

"Come out!" The thin wooden door was pounded and pounded. Several middle-aged men were thrust outside and smashed the door without hesitation. "You, mom, don't come out again. We'll go in later, and you'll be beaten up in your head!"

"I didn't dare to admit it after doing it? I forgot about leaving your wife behind and running away with the money?"

"Open the door!!!"

......

There was still no movement inside.

Finally, the leader had lost his patience. With a wave of his hand, several people pried open the door and broke into the house that was only a few square meters in size. A small skylight above the toilet was wide open, thick enough for only one person to pass through, and the people in the room were gone.

“…md.”

The man who came to block the people spat and slowly looked around, "Let him run away."

His face was gloomy and he waved his hand.

"Go and take a look from the corridor."

Several people retreated from the room one after another and chased Yin Han in the direction of running away. But until they all left, a embarrassed figure slowly stood up and squeezed out from under the bed in the room with difficulty.

He didn't even have time to slap the dust on his body, so he quickly packed up a snakeskin bag, stuffed the guy he was eating inside, and ran out of the door. He didn't even dare to go back, and he couldn't go to the construction site anymore. Walking in this city, it was clearly a familiar scenery, but Yin Han felt like a stranger.

Those days that were speeding through the road in millions of luxury cars seemed to be too far away from him.

The scorching sun made his head swell. His stomach, which had not eaten yet, was thrusting and thrusting, and his eyes were covered with whiteness. Yin Han sat next to the flower bed on the road, staring blankly at all kinds of pedestrians opposite him. Someone met his eyes and immediately turned his head in disgust and spat.

“It smells so bad…”

"Where did you come from beggars?"

Yin Han squirmed his lower lips, raised his sleeves, and smelled the smell on his body.

The almost old smell of rotten smell really smelled bad. Just like his life, it was already rotten into the mud.

He closed his eyes hard, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw a car across the street. The lines of the car were extremely smooth arcs, and the signs of the car were also shining, which was unconcealedly luxurious. Yin Han's eyes subconsciously followed the car. After a long time, he saw the car door being pulled open and someone came out of it.

The moment he saw that figure, Yin Han's body suddenly tensed.

He stared at the man almost incredible, without blinking his eyes, unable to tell what kind of mood he was.

The young man who got off the bus was carrying a briefcase, as if he was going to work. He was obviously well taken care of. Even from such a distance, he could see the bright light on his face, and his smile was almost unconcealed. The man who drove got off the bus, first tidyed up the young man's tie, and then whispered something to him.

These two people were both seen by Yin Han.

——It is Hang Anhe.

Yin Han's heart was about to stop beating at that moment. He was on this side of the road, staring blankly at the two people on the opposite side after saying something for a long time, and then he reluctantly separated; only Hang Anhe walked forward, while Ji Bai was still staying in place, looking at his figure from afar. Until the figure could no longer be seen, he reorganized his cuffs and sat in the car.

It is clearly separated by a street, but it seems to be separated by a whole world.

They obviously lived a happy life.

Yin Han looked at this scene and suddenly pierced in. He could only breathe heavily and barely maintain his calmness.

I'm all for you!

If it weren't for you, how could I go to jail?!

When this idea came up, Yin Han almost wanted to do anything. He wanted to buy a knife, so he hid it in his arms and hid on their way to work, stabbed both of them to death, and stabbed them into a pile of rotten meat like his now - however, he just stood there blankly, unable to move at all.

Yin Han couldn't deceive himself, he was afraid. He had never had the so-called courage to take revenge.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder, could this kind of happiness belong to him before?

Kou Qiu lived in this world until he was in his fifties. He did not leave completely until Yin Han died in poverty. When he left, Ji Bai stood by his bed and held his hand firmly.

The hand has loose skin now and is no longer as tender and plump as when she was young. Kou Qiu blinked slowly and said softly: "It's hard... is it difficult to see?"

“Not ugly.”

Ji Bai lowered his head and printed his lips piously on it. It was clear that so many years had passed, but when he talked to Kou Qiu, he was still doting as much as a child.

"My An An," he said, "is the best at any time."

The nurses were all sent away, Ji Bai sat on the bed, hugged his lover who was now on the edge of his life in his arms, and slowly touched his head.

Kou Qiu chuckled softly, his voice ambiguously: "That seventy-seven or eighty?"

"It's also good-looking, even if it's seventy-year-old."

Brother Ji, who was brainless, immediately replied, and his voice slowly choked up, "Not to mention that he is in his seventies and eighties, even if you lose all your hair and your teeth... For brother, that is always the best you look at."

My peace.

Kou Qiu's eyes seemed to be open and slowly closed. Ji Bai slowly shook his shoulders and coaxed, "An An, don't sleep, don't sleep. Open your eyes again and look at me, huh?"

Kou Qiu then opened his eyes wide again and looked at him with great difficulty, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance into his mind.

They all knew in their hearts that this was the last moment in this world.

"......elder brother?"

"Um?"

The person in his arms used his last little strength to hold his hand back and snatch it hard. He didn't even have the strength to speak anymore, his head was soft and slowly hung on Ji Bai's shoulders.

Ji Bai shivered and tightened his hand and said, "An An?"

......

There is no answer anymore.

The old man held the person in his arms with a precious place, and did not relax for a moment. After a while, he took out something from his pocket and leaned his forehead against the person in his arms, saying, "An An, it's okay, it's okay..."

His fingers were trembling, and he poured out a pile of white pills with one hand, and poured them all into his mouth.

"It's okay, don't be afraid."

“——Brother is here.”

His throat moved, and his esophagus stinged. He barely swallowed all of them, and then he hugged the person in his arms and lay on the bed together. The sunlight outside sprinkled in through the white window screen, and he bathed in the warmth, his arms tightened even more.

"Brother, are you singing a song?"

The voice was hoarse and no longer in tune, and the lyrics were intermittent and slowly rang in my ears.

"Sleep, go to bed."

"——Go to sleep, my dear baby."

"Go to sleep..."

......

When the nurse realized something was wrong, the two people in the room hugged each other tightly. Their hands were always held together and never separated again.

According to the last will that Ji Bai made during his lifetime, their ashes were buried together and buried in the same underground. The photo on the monument was a group photo, with the two of them leaning against their heads, smiling like the warm sun in spring.

Life is the same bed, death is the same cave. Even if someone cannot understand it, no one can deny it. This is a great love.

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The weather was very hot, and even the cicadas were clamoring and shouting loudly.

"It's hot!"

"Hot ah ah ah ah, why is it so hot? It's so hot! It's so hot, so hot!"

It kept screaming at the top of its lungs until the boy under the tree picked up a sharp stone in his hand and smashed it hard, hitting it accurately on the cicada's wings. It was so scared that it shook, and even forgot to pick up the girl, and almost fell from the tree.

"Shh!"

The boy compared to his lips and lowered his voice.

"Don't you know Nannan is sleeping? Don't quarrel with him!"

He was holding a paper fan in his hand, and seriously slapped the little boy lying on the mat under the tree, pulling the little boy's clothes down from time to time to confirm that he was not frozen.

An adult was laughing quietly.

"Look at my Yan Zhuo's appearance."

"I really look like a qualified brother..."

Yan Zhuo's mother smiled with her lips, moved a stool under the porch and ate melon seeds, looked at the tree from afar, and then turned around. She said to Yu's mother: "The boy in your house looks really like a girl."

The face is so delicate that it is really unreasonable. He has two small braids on his head and a princess dress with a doll collar. Anyone who thinks he is a well-behaved and pink little girl when he is tied out.

"Not?"

Yu's mother also laughed, "When I was watching in the orphanage, I thought he was a little girl at first sight, so I gave him a nickname Nannan... Later I found out that he was actually a boy, which scared his father. "

Yan's mother smiled even happier: "Old Yu has always wanted a daughter, and she has said it many times..."

Yu's mother said: "It's good, boy."

She looked at the boy who was sleeping honestly on the mat, paused, and her voice contained another smell, saying, "Anyway, we will not have children anymore. Since we liked him, we should have this fate with him."
To be continued...