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Volume 1 Chapter 95 Jin Yiren

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    Li Junfeng was very bored. Everything that happened on that Christmas Eve was still being replayed.  Whenever he thinks of these, Li Junfeng feels like he is losing control of his emotions.  But even so, Li Junfeng came to the filming site of Wo Jie as planned, and then finished the filming while suppressing the confusion in his heart.  Although Li Junfeng concealed it very well, people could still feel his thoughts from his eyes that were distracted from time to time.

    Jessica looked at Li Junfeng who was sitting on the chair at the moment. Although it was winter, Jessica felt that Li Junfeng was even colder than this winter.  Jessica squatted in front of Li Junfeng with some distress, and took Li Junfeng's hands. "Junfeng Xi, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

    Li Junfeng slowly raised his head, and then smiled with the sunshine behind his back. He couldn't remember how many times this question was asked.  He gently patted the back of Zheng Xiuyan's hand, "I'm fine, you don't have to worry." As he said that, Li Junfeng walked towards his nanny car, but the steps that pulled the shadow seemed so heavy.

    Not knowing how he got home, Li Junfeng threw himself on the sofa and started drinking one cup after another.  The cold alcohol chilled my heart and burned my soul.  Li Junfeng could only feel the presence of his body at this moment, and only when his headache became more severe, could he feel that his mind was still there.

    Jin Yiren stood at the door of his home and suddenly felt that the air around him was gradually becoming heavier.  Jin Yiren took a deep breath and opened the door. He didn't know how long it had been since he had been so nervous or panicked.  When Long Yifeng came to him with a serious face, Jin Yiren realized that things were completely out of his control, and this moment finally arrived.  If you ask who knows Li Junfeng best, it is undoubtedly himself.  From the day he became sensible, his fate was completely tied to Li Junfeng, who could not walk at that time.  I remember that Li Junfeng, who was two years old at the time, was climbing on the grass with a childish look on his face. The old man took Jin Yiren's hands and told her to take care of him as his own brother.  Li Junfeng didn't know that when he first expressed his dream of becoming a star, Jin Yiren put down his favorite painting brush and resolutely embarked on the path of further study at the Harvard Art Department in the United States.

    In the days before meeting Li Junfeng, Jin Yiren lived blindly.  But when this shy boy appeared in his life one day, everything about him began to make sense.  Seeing the boy suffer and sweat will make you feel distressed, and seeing the boy succeed and rejoice will make you happy.  But Jin Yiren knew that one day, the boy would understand that it was all just a show, that there would be a day, that the boy would know that everything was a lie, and that day is today.

    Li Junfeng lay on the sofa with dull eyes, and there was still a slight moisture in the corners of his tightly closed eyes.  There were empty wine bottles everywhere on the ground, and the pungent smell of alcohol filled the air, bringing with it bursts of decay.  Li Junfeng, who used to be so dazzling, was now like a wounded beast, haggard and desolate.

    Looking at Li Junfeng at this moment, Jin Yiren's tears flowed out unsatisfactorily, and his originally charming face was full of sadness.  Jin Yiren can feel Li Junfeng's pain every time he picks up a wine bottle, the kind of pain that spans twenty years, the kind of pain that will last forever.

    "Who are you?" A hoarse voice rang out, and the voice continued without stopping, "Who are you?"

    Jin Yiren was startled, then smiled helplessly, "I don't know who I am, you are better than me, at least you know who your parents are!"

    The room suddenly fell into silence. After a long time, Li Junfeng said leisurely, "Sister Yiren, is that what I call you? Why did you all hide it from me for so long, for twenty years? What kind of hardship can be such a big obstacle?"  Even my tears over the past twenty years have not been washed away.¡±

    Jin Yiren had already begun to cry. He gently rubbed Li Junfeng's haggard face with his hand, "Junfeng, don't think so much. There are many things that everyone is unwilling to do, but must do. You have to know that when you cry  , the old man is not less sad, I have seen him secretly shed tears. You will naturally know many things when you go back. "

    The room was very cold, and the darkness had climbed up from the window sill unknowingly.  The woman's long voice was humming, and the woman's cry became the only life in the world at this moment.  Li Junfeng listened quietly, listening to everything Jin Yiren knew. From time to time, tears streaked down his dry cheeks and fell to the ground.

    There was no light in the room, maybe because he was tired, Li Junfeng finally fell asleep deeply in Jin Yiren's arms.  Jin Yiren looked at the boy in her arms through the moonlight, and saw that his perfect outline still vaguely looked like that of a child.  Gently wiping the tears from his eyes, Jin Yiren sighed carefully. He didn't know how much pain and loneliness he had experienced in his heart over the years.  Pick up the clothes that fell aside and cover them gentlyTouching Li Junfeng's body, I felt his warm palms, but the frowning brows still told others that there was no happiness in his dream at this moment.

    And just after Li Junfeng fell asleep peacefully, an old man stood up from his chair tremblingly in the cold winter in China.  The old man's steps were slow but steady, and his tall and thin figure looked a little desolate due to aging.  Slowly walking to the window, looking at the endless darkness under the moonlight, the old man tremblingly took out an old photo from his pocket.  The photo shows a pair of happy young people. The man is masculine and strong, and his brows reveal a heroic spirit that cannot be concealed.  The other woman hugged his arm lovingly, and the happiness between her brows can be clearly felt even through the photo.

    The old man was holding the photo softly with his hand, and his cloudy eyes gradually became moist.  The old man cried, even though there were two bullets in his body, he never cried.  The old man cried, even if his hair died young and his beauty was given to him on a white couch, he did not cry.

    "Ling'er, I am an old father. You hope that Junfeng can live an ordinary life. I know that you are tired." The old man whispered while holding on to the window sill.

    A middle-aged man gently put a robe on the old man. The old man seemed to be taller than the middle-aged man. He used his hand to block the middle-aged man's hand that wanted to help him.  The old man stood stubbornly, as if there was something he was still clinging to: "Wentian, do you think Junfeng will forgive me as a grandfather?"

    The middle-aged man gently patted the old man's bent back, "Father, I think Junfeng will understand, because he is a descendant of the Long family."

    The old man nodded and said nothing, looking at the bright moon in the distance and letting out a long sigh.

    (Sorry, I still have to ask for votes and collections. I hope that after watching the dance, all the children will be able to vote for the dance, and it will be easy to collect it. Thank you)
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