lure her into deep

Cen Jia thought for a long time but couldn't figure out where the story came from. Maybe there were too many stories of the same type.

It was such a bloody and vulgar plot, why did it happen to her?

Life is a bit fantasy.

The brain that had just resumed functioning began to feel like it was full of paste again, heavy and confused, and my mood became inexplicably irritable.

"I...you..." She wanted to say something to Zhou Heng, but she was speechless. Finally, he simply gave up and walked to the sofa to sit down.

Cen Jia raised her hand and made a pause gesture towards the man: "Don't speak yet, let me be quiet." After saying that, she began to think about life with a deep and solemn expression.

Zhou Heng looked at her actions and felt speechless and depressed that he didn't know how to describe. It was as if he had been accumulating strength for a long time and struck out hard, but he hit the cotton directly.

But he didn't press forward step by step. He only chose the single sofa farthest from her and sat down, cooperatively giving her time to be quiet.

Cen Jia remained silent for half an hour.

In fact, she was still in a very confused mood and didn't want to communicate with others. But that’s all it is. If we don’t draw a general picture, the dog man will definitely not be finished.

She didn't want to waste energy talking about the past.

"Zhou Heng..." Cen Jia called him, and then sighed, "Oh...actually, let the past go."

"Huh?" The man didn't react much to her words for a moment. Then a bad premonition arose, "What do you mean by letting the past go? What do you mean?"

Cen Jia turned her eyes and saw his thick eyebrows furrowed, and sighed again: "That's what it means literally."

Zhou Heng's expression was slightly cold, and there seemed to be a whirlpool in his dark eyes: "Cen Jia, if I wanted to go there, I wouldn't come to you today to talk about this."

"But so what?" The little fairy shrugged and leaned back on the sofa. Her whole body felt like she had seen through the world, "I don't want to."

"you……"

"Shut up and listen to me! Don't steal the words." Cen Jia intercepted his words and was silent for a few seconds before continuing: "Actually, when we first broke up, I was very sad and hated you."

The man felt a sting in his heart. Saying those words would only make him sadder than her.

"But after calming down and thinking about it, what right do I have to hate you? After all, it is a fact that my grandfather ruined your family. What is between us is not ordinary hatred."

"But I don't blame you." Zhou Heng still couldn't help but speak up, "My physical condition was very poor at that time, and there was a high probability that I would not be able to get off the operating table. I was afraid that you continued to stay with me out of pity for me. At the same time, I am afraid that you will be even more sad if you watch me die..."

"So shouldn't lovers have mercy on each other?"

"Zhou Heng, love itself is a composite structure. Isn't compassion love?"

"And what if you die on the operating table?"

"Since we have established our identity as lovers and promised each other to accompany each other for the rest of our lives, what qualifications do you have to unilaterally deprive me of the right to send my lover off for the last journey? Why do you make the decision for me?"

"Zhou Heng, from the time we got together, it has always been that you want to live and you don't. But have you ever thought about me? What do I think?"

Cen Jia's tone was always calm, but the questions he uttered became more and more sharp.

Zhou Heng dug hard at the armrest of the sofa, his face was ashen, and his whole body showed an unprecedented level of depression.

He looked very much like Cen Shunli when he wanted to play with toys but couldn't be satisfied. Seeing this, Cen Jia felt a little softer unconsciously: "Is your illness cured now?"

Hearing her concern, Zhou Heng's eyes lit up: "The operation was successful, and the doctor said I'm recovering well too. I just need regular check-ups in the first five years, and there won't be any impact." Cen Jia said "Oh", no Ask something else.

But what she just said clearly gave him hope. There was a hint of hope in the man's burning eyes: "I'm sorry. I apologize to you for what happened in the past. Please forgive me, okay?"

Cen Jia shook his head: "It's not a matter of forgiveness or unforgiveness between the two of us. To be fair, I have no right to blame you."

What Cen did to the Zhou family back then were all facts. In the face of family hatred, the love between children is actually not worth mentioning. The reason why he let Dong Yao go and now he is sitting here talking to her is simply because of his preference for her.

So she had no reason or right to step on this love and resent him.

only……

"Zhou Heng, have you ever thought about it. Maybe I am satisfied with my current life."

He was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what she meant. Then panic appeared on his eyebrows: "Cen Jia, don't..."

"Stop talking." There was a hint of exhaustion in her calm expression, "Zhou Heng, I feel good as I am now. I don't want any changes."

"I only hated you for a few days, really. You don't have to beg my forgiveness."

"If I really have a grudge against you and can't let go of the past. No matter how hard I try, I won't let you see it go smoothly. I won't sit here calmly and tell you this."

"A person will experience many things in his life, and most of them are a repeated process of gaining and losing."

"What do you want to say..." The man's voice was hoarse and seemed to be choked. Every time I say a word, I feel my heart throbbing, "I am the one who has experienced loss, right?"

Cen Jia wanted to say "yes", but in the end she couldn't bear to say it. He just said tactfully: "People should look forward when they are alive. No one can always be someone's support. This is what you taught me."

"Ha..." Zhou Heng laughed, "I also said that as long as you are willing, I will always be your support. Why don't you remember this sentence? I said this to you at that time because I was not sure about myself. The body will worry about gains and losses."

Cen Jia pursed her red lips slightly: "I can understand your worries, but the fact is that you pushed me away."

During that time, she was burdened with a new life and was forced to move forward alone. Then as I walked, I really got used to being alone, and no longer needed those distracting companions.

When people are young, they always pay attention to romantic and romantic things. But life is much more than that.

Love is only a part of life. It can be the icing on the cake, but it cannot take up everything.

"Zhou Heng, it's the same thing. I don't blame you and I don't hate you."

"I'm really doing well now. Both Shunli and the clothing company have brought me a lot of happiness and taken up an important part of my life. I don't want to divert my energy to other things."

"You will always be a smooth father. When the child is older, you can take him to live with you if you want. I only have one request. If you remarry, just handle his relationship with his current wife and subsequent children. .”

"That's it." After saying that, Cen Jia took her handbag, stood up and left.

The man didn't stop her this time, he just looked at her back, the light in his eyes extinguished inch by inch.

The door to the lounge opened and closed.

In the silence, Zhou Heng raised his hands to cover his wet eyes, his heart was half burning with fire and half desolate.