"well…"

Wang Jin sighed and slowly opened his eyes.

There was a cold and numb feeling on my hand, which was obviously due to the infusion.

There is an unfamiliar ceiling above my head, and I am covered with an unfamiliar quilt.

It looks like a ward.

The next second, the seriously injured young man threw away the needle in his hand and planned to jump out of the window.

Xiaohei and Mirror Ghost are ready to emerge from the shadows at any time, and the amber light is also flickering gently.

Wang Jin didn't know which floor this was, but he knew this was the doctor's territory.

That person can drag hospital-related buildings directly into the ghost story scene, making it impossible to prevent it.

"cough."

Zhao Guangming raised his hand and grabbed Wang Jin's collar and threw him back on the bed.

"This is the junction of Tianhua and Dajiang, and it is also Xiaoxian's home."

The middle-aged man sighed and sat back on the recliner.

"This was originally my room, but now it's the guest room."

"That's it."

Wang Jin nodded and obediently shrank back into bed.

After confirming that there was no problem, he began to observe the surrounding layout.

The wallpaper on the wall is slightly curled and yellowed, and you can see the traces of time.

There are many burn marks caused by cigarette ash on the worn floor, which must be someone's unintentional act.

In the shabby mahogany wardrobe are changes of sheets and clothes, all neatly placed together.

Except for these few necessary pieces of furniture, the whole room is extremely simple.

"I really didn't expect that..."

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and whispered in his heart.

Profiling allows him to judge the general personality of others through these details.

Indifferent, gloomy, confused.

Zhao Guangming was such a person when he was young.

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and continued to observe the room.

It's shabby but not dusty at all, as if the owner will come back at any time.

Apparently Zhao Xiaoxian has been cleaning.

There is a photo of a family of four on the bedside table, and the place belonging to the father is covered with scratches.

The young man kept his sister close to him, as if he was afraid that the little girl would be taken away from her.

"Speaking of which... we are actually quite similar."

The middle-aged man noticed Wang Jin's gaze. He took a puff of cigarette and spoke slowly.

"My mother has never been in good health. She spent a lot of money on treatment, and her family, which was originally in good shape, has gradually been dragged down."

"Then the bastard disappeared quietly."

Zhao Guangming squinted his eyes, unable to see his expression clearly under the smoke.

"I was just like you, I really needed money."

"So I joined the company."

The cigarette butt flickered on and off, like the setting sun outside the window.

"I train hard and make money."

"But it's too late, it's really too late."

Zhao Guangming shook his head, seemingly swallowed by pain and regret.

"So when I saw you, I felt like I was seeing myself back then, and I thought I would help if I could."

Wang Jin nodded and listened quietly to the middle-aged man's confession.

"My mother is a very gentle person. Her last wish is that Xiaoxian and I can grow up safely."

"It is precisely because of this that I stayed in the company."

Zhao Guangming flicked the ashes from his cigarette and looked at Wang Jin.

"Then I found that bastard and found out he had started a new family."

"When I saw the little girl behind him, I suddenly couldn't hate him anymore."

Rubbing his temples, Zhao Guangming put out the cigarette in his hand.

"Your mother is indeed a gentle person. She should have initiated the divorce."

Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, then he spoke.

"Don't you have any secrets from others?"

Zhao Guangming smiled bitterly and did not refute.

"Yes, but she is gone."

"That's why I envy you, boy."

"Um."

Wang Jin nodded and said nothing.

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite.

Ancient gods, doctors, and a feast of newly formed relationships.

In order to prevent them from grasping his weakness, Wang Jin now has a home and cannot return.

Wang Lin's illness was only barely controlled, and recovery was not the same concept at all.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

"Ah, this."

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Jin picked up another photo from the bedside.

Above are a man and a woman.

The indifference on the man's face melted slightly, and his eyes were helpless.

The woman looked at him with a smile, her amber eyes sparkling.

Although the photo is a bit blurry, Wang Jin can still see that they are both very happy.

"Well, this is Liuli."

Zhao Guangming nodded, his expression a little complicated.

No matter what feelings he had for this woman, it was all over.

She died in Zhao Guangming's arms with a smile.

"She wasn't that bad at that time."

Zhao Guangming took the photo frame from Wang Jin's hand and put it on the bedside table.

Old memories should not be mentioned again, they are only suitable for being remembered silently.

Zhao Guangming knows this truth very well. He knows that people should look forward.

"But I can say with a clear conscience that Su Min is not Liuli's substitute."

"Even though they have exactly the same face, they are two completely different people."

The middle-aged man took out his mobile phone and showed Wang Jin his wallpaper.

Above is a photo of Zhao Guangming and Su Min. The old man is smiling brightly.

"Tsk."

Wang Jin curled his lips, his face full of helplessness.

He suddenly felt like a dog that was kicked while walking on the road.

"Right."

Wang Jin looked at the small alarm clock on the bedside and spoke doubtfully.

"It should be off work now, why haven't they come back yet?"

"Ahem, I'm embarrassed to say it."
To be continued...