Lin Yuhe kept crying. He was finally willing to speak. Lu Nan wanted to wait for him to pour out all the pain and scars, but soon Lin Yuhe could not speak complete words and could only whisper over and over again.

,sorry.

Sorry, Mom.

His tears kept falling, and people even began to worry about whether he would be short of water. Lin Yuhe couldn't stop crying, and he was a little breathless. His breathing became more and more rapid, and his face turned pale. Lu Nan had to

He reached over again and covered Lin Yuhe's mouth.

Prevent him from hyperventilating again.

Lu Nan's palm was covered with wet softness, and the movement under the palm was rapid and weak. But the wettest part was not the inside of the palm, but the back of his hand.

Big drops of tears fell down, hitting the back of the tense hands, splashing a little bit of water.

The temperature is slightly cool, but it is painful.

Those falling tears slid down the man's muscular arms, mixed with the scratches made by the struggle, and formed twisted and flowing blood, slowly dripping down the forearm.

It took Lu Nan a long time to finally calm down the shivering person so that he would no longer curl up and hurt himself.

It was so dangerous that Lin Yuhe managed to get through it without difficulty, without inducing breathing again.

The living room was too big and there was no room to go anywhere. Lu Nan picked up Lin and Heda and carried them to the bedroom. He turned off all the lights and closed the thick three-layer curtains.

The room suddenly became dark, with no light entering, creating a closed space that barely made people feel safe.

Lu Nan wrapped Lin Yuhe in a soft quilt, wrapping him tightly and keeping him warm. He fed him a little water in the dark, and added a few spoonfuls of Qiuli ointment to cushion his stomach.

Lin Yuhe never responded soberly, but he didn't resist either. He barely drank some of the water he was fed, which was better than nothing.

After Lu Nan fed the person, he put the bowl aside and took the person into his arms. The room was not completely dark, and some scenery could be vaguely seen. Lu Nan held the person and watched him open his eyes and shed tears silently.

, did not make any sound, and every time I blinked, water drops fell from my eyes.

Lu Nan initially used paper towels to gently wipe away the water marks on his face. However, Lin Yuhe's skin was too thin, and dry paper towels would cause redness after being rubbed for a long time. Later, Lu Nan switched to using paper towels.

He took a wet wipe, wiped away his tears and kissed her soft, wet cheek.

After Lin Yuhe's breathing finally calmed down a bit, Lu Nan asked.

"When was the family photo taken?"

He knew that Lin Yuhe could not rest peacefully now, and the sores and pus had to be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise they would still be painful in the future.

The dark room was silent for a long time, and only Lin Yuhe's weak breathing could be heard.

It took a while before a low, hoarse voice spoke.

"When I was eleven."

That was the second year after Lin's father and Wu Xin got married, and it was also the time when Lin and He were forced to move to the Wu family.

"It wasn't like this in the beginning." Lin Yuhe whispered, "When my father got married, he said that even if he goes to live in his stepmother's city in the future, he will keep the house in Cangshan because we have the same family here.

The place where memories are made should be kept as a souvenir.”

"As a result...it turned out that he wanted to move out a year later, and he immediately found someone to sell the house."

As he spoke, Lin Yuhe's nasal voice became thicker again.

"I asked him, didn't he say that he wanted to keep the house? He said that the family needs money, and children don't understand this. We will move to a better house to make me sensible."

He knows about his uncle.

Lu Nan took a slow breath and wiped his face with a wet wipe while cursing in his mind.

Lu Nan almost never cursed because no one was worthy of his anger before. Even if it was a matter of work, those people would have been intimidated long before he started to curse.

But this time was different. The words "You have to be sensible" uttered by a perfunctory and irresponsible parent made Lin Yuhe's life depressing.

How could a teenage boy withstand these blows?

And if Lin Feng didn't give Lin Yuhe hope at the beginning, he wouldn't be so sad later.

Lu Nan waited for Lin Yuhe to calm down before continuing to ask.

"Where's the tape?"

"What happened to the tape?"

The tape incident obviously hurt Lin Yuhe more deeply, so much so that he didn't even dare to mention it when he just collapsed.

It was not until someone questioned that Lin Yuhe revealed the memories with difficulty and trembling.

"That was... a birthday gift from my mother. She asked me to open a volume and listen to it every year on my birthday."

Lin Yuhe's voice was muffled.

"When I was twelve years old, I lived in my stepmother's house and the tapes were moved there."

As a result, Wu Xiaohan, the stepmother's daughter, took advantage of Lin Yuhe's absence to dig out the tape and pull it out to play with. After pulling too much, it got wrapped around her and strangled her neck.

Wu Xin was very angry when she saw it and threw away all the tapes. She usually never talked to Lin Yuhe, but she trained him for more than an hour that day and told him not to cause trouble for her daughter. She would never allow him to be so dangerous in the future.

Leave things at home.

"Those tapes..." Lin Yuhe blinked, tears falling again, "I only listened to two volumes."

He rubbed his eyes and whispered: "If I put the tape better, nothing would happen..."

Lu Nan wiped the dry lips of the person in his arms with a wet wipe and asked in a low voice: "Did you not put it away?"

Lin Yuhe wanted to nod, but heard Lu Nan say.

"Ning Ning, when you were six years old, you would tidy your room very cleanly and never put things around."

"Besides, it's such an important thing to you."

Lin Yuhe was stunned, his nodding motion stuck in mid-step.

But this was of little use. After being silent for a while, he spoke.

"No matter what, it can't come back."

Lin Yuhe stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.

"The gift my mother gave me...I lost it."

Lu Nan hugged him tighter and said, "Mom will leave these gifts for you because she wants to bless you, Ning Ning."

He said slowly: "During the two years I got along with you, Aunt Zhu also had bad health, but she never blamed you. When she was lying on the bed, you ran over and kissed her, and she would

Happy for a long time."

The man in his arms trembled.

After a long while, he said vaguely: "Mom is fine, it was me who hurt her..."

The better her mother's temper is and the less she blames him, the more uncomfortable it will be for Lin Yuhe and they will fall into a vicious cycle of self-blame.

Lu Nan also knew it.

The scars have existed for too long and can no longer be touched by a few simple words.

He patted Lin Yuhe's back gently and said, "But mom will want you to be happy."

Lin Yuhe's nasal voice became thicker again, and he asked in a low voice: "Will it?"

"Will do."

Lu Nan pressed the person into his arms and gently rested his chin on the soft hair.

"You'll hear it, I promise."

Lin Yuhe cried for too long and talked so much intermittently that his energy was really unsustainable. After a while, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

Lu Nan waited for a while, and after the person fell asleep, he gently put the person back on the bed, settled him, got up and walked out of the bedroom.

He closed the door silently and walked to the living room where no one would be disturbed. Then he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The phone was quickly picked up: "Hello, Director Lu?"

It's Fang Musen.

Lu Jianyang: "Take out the contents of No. 18, No. 16, the safe of Huiping Branch."

This order was simple and clear. Fang Musen should have executed it immediately, but he rarely violated his professional standards. He hesitated and said: "Boss, that one hasn't been completely repaired yet..."

Lu Nan said: "Take the first ten numbers first."

After Fang Musen listened, he asked one more question.

"Allow me to talk. Have you... thought about it?"

Fang Musen knew what was in the safe, and it concerned Lin Yuhe, so he had to go beyond the rules.

"If Xiao He knew..."

Lu Nan's voice was calm and not impulsive at all.

He said calmly: "It is better for him to know that I am a pervert stalking him than for him to think that he is the murderer who killed his mother."

"...Okay." Fang Musen didn't say anything more, "I'll go now."
To be continued...