He had never felt so uncomfortable before, nor had he felt so sorry for anyone, not even his own brother, not even Fang Chengyin, whom he loved the most in the past. He had always been a cold person. The experience of losing both his parents at a young age made him grow up prematurely, and he had to take on the burden of taking care of his brother and carrying a family prematurely, and he became indifferent to everything prematurely. He was also selfish, and his survival rules did not allow him to be easily moved or tied down by anyone. So he had never felt so heartbroken for a person so clearly. At this moment, as long as he could stop Chen Qingxuan from crying, as long as he could comfort Chen Qingxuan's sadness, he would even be willing to give him his heart.
This was undoubtedly dangerous. For a person who was used to being cold and rational and always in control of everything, this kind of mood was extremely dangerous. However, he deliberately allowed himself to go on in such danger. In fact, he had long since lost track of when he had started to put himself in danger.
Perhaps it was from that day on, in the stormy courtyard, when the young man angrily shouted that he wanted to break up with him, and he was overwhelmed by fear, fearing that he and the young man would become strangers from then on; perhaps it was from that rainy day, in the simple inn, when the two of them chatted calmly and shared cheap mooncakes, and that simple warmth really made him nostalgic; or perhaps it was the truth uttered by the drunken young man under the golden sunset, which made him feel pity while mocking him...
He had already put himself in danger, and had watched himself getting more and more dangerous step by step. In the past, he could still find excuses for his risk-taking, such as brotherhood, or taking care of each other in a foreign land. But today, facing such a fragile and helpless Chen Qingxuan, he no longer had an excuse, and no way out.
"Kong Wenmin, I...I want to go back to Ningguta..." After crying for an unknown amount of time, Chen Qingxuan suddenly raised his head, and looked at Kong Wenmin anxiously with his red and swollen eyes, "Can you...can you take me back to Ningguta?"
"Okay, I'll take you back to Ningguta," Kong Wenmin said in a deep voice. Looking at the young man's face so close to him, his heart beat like a drum, and an unprecedented throbbing surged in his heart. He was like a young boy who was timid in front of a beautiful girl. He looked away uncomfortably, "When it's daybreak and the city gates are open, I'll take you away."
Chen Qingxuan leaned in his arms, staring blankly at the dark night. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Kong Wenmin, how did grandma... die?"
"I was just about to tell you..." Kong Wenmin said slowly, and then told Chen Qingxuan the whole story.
"Jiang Jinwan? Who is Jiang Jinwan?" Chen Qingxuan gritted his teeth and punched the ground with his fists clenched tightly. "I want to kill him! Kill him with my own hands!"
Kong Wenmin was busy holding Chen Qingxuan's hand. Seeing that the back of his hand was red from being beaten by him, he felt very distressed. While gently rubbing Chen Qingxuan's hand, he said, "You don't need to do it. Wen Jie has already killed him."
"But what's the point of killing him?" Chen Qingxuan said with his head down, his voice choking again, "Grandma will never come back."
Kong Wenmin didn't say anything. He reached out and rubbed the back of Chen Qingxuan's head. While pulling him to lean on his shoulder, he whispered, "When my parents died, I felt like the sky had fallen, but I couldn't fall down. I still had Wen Jie below me, so no matter how tormented and sad I was in the future, I survived. Although I occasionally think of my parents now, I can't help but feel sad, but now, every day I feel that I have a purpose and live a fulfilling life. Isn't that what life is like? Go forward with ups and downs. When you have overcome the hurdles in front of you, there will naturally be good things waiting for you in the future."
"Don't tell me this," Chen Qingxuan shook his head, sitting up straight, looking at Kong Wenmin awkwardly, and lowering his head, "I have read more sage books than you, and I understand all these principles. I don't need you to be my teacher."
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