Nanshan Villa.

Nan Zexiu was called back by Uncle Lian’s phone call.

When he returned to Nanshan Villa, Nan Jing was sitting dumbly on the ground, with blood beads falling drop by drop on his left wrist.

When Nan Zexiu saw the blood on his hands, his heart tightened, and immediately stepped forward and squatted in front of him.

"Xiao Jing. Why are you doing this? Haven't you figured it out? What are you doing now?"

Nan Jing heard Nan Zexiu's voice and turned his head dullly at him: "Brother, she is married. I can't disturb her anymore, but I have long been used to having her by my side. You are right. I am indeed greedy for the warmth in her, but even habits and dependence are not so easy to let go."

"Brother, what should I do?"

He opened his eyes and looked at Nan Zexiu in front of him, with a layer of mist covering his eyes, looking very pitiful.

Nan Zexiu looked at the wound on his wrist and did not answer him immediately. Instead, he waved to the doctor at the door: "Come in."

After hearing this, the doctor immediately walked in and skillfully bandaged the wound on Nan Jing's hand.

Throughout the whole process, Nanjing was very quiet, like a well-behaved child.

It was not until the doctor finished bandaging and went out that Nan Zexiu spoke slowly: "Xiao Jing, for the past ten years, you have been close to Xiao Nian, treating him as your salvation, which has led you to leave the outside world. Listen to me, go out for more walks in the future, don't lock yourself in the house alone, think about others as much as possible, you should learn to find what you want."

"What I want..."

Nan Jing murmured, what do he want?

He just wanted Xiao Niannian to accompany him, he was greedy for that warmth, and he wanted nothing else.

Nan Zexiu knew that Nan Jing could sit here honestly now and not go to find An Xiaonian, which means that he had made a great change.

If it were Xiao Jing from the past, he would have already started to make trouble with An Xiaonian at this time.

Nan Jing lowered his head and pondered Nan Zexiu's words.

Nan Zexiu stood up and was about to go out, but he saw the paintings painted by Nan Jing.

His brows moved, a little surprised.

He had seen things painted by Xiao Jing, but they were always just An Xiaonian, or something related to An Xiaonian.

"Xiao Jing, what are you painting?"

Judging from the shape, it seems like an umbrella.

Nan Jing looked at the drawing board, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. He was painting... the umbrella.

"umbrella."

It was sent by a little girl on that rainy night.

The little girl smiled very well, and he seemed to remember it very clearly.

"Whose umbrella?" Nan Zexiu asked subconsciously.

Nan Jing shook his head, he didn't know who she was.

“Don’t know.”

His eyes glanced at the umbrella under the corner of the wall. If he knew who she was, he might have asked someone to return the umbrella.

Nan Zexiu suddenly looked at him. Did someone really give this umbrella to him?

And Xiao Jing subconsciously remembers this person?

That means...

Nan Zexiu said nothing and whispered: "Stay good rest and don't do stupid things anymore."

After saying that, he walked out.

Perhaps, the owner of the umbrella can help Xiaojing come out.

Thinking of this, Nan Zexiu took out his cell phone and asked someone to check Nan Jing's whereabouts over the past two days.

Nan Jing sat on the bed in a daze, his eyes full of fatigue.

On that rainy night, the girl who smiled sweetly, why did it keep in his mind?
Chapter completed!