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They stared blankly at the cold youth in front of them as an indescribable emotion flashed through their eyes. However, the truth was a hundred times more difficult to differentiate. If it wasn't …

It was because of them. This youth would not come here to kill someone, nor would he reveal such an indifferent expression.

After tidying up, Yang Xin walked them to the bottom of the carriage, where he had already sent them to the carriage.

The carriage slowly drove on the road. Without knowing why, Yang Xin seemed to have a better understanding of their feelings.

The reason they wanted to make a deal with those people was probably because they wanted to see their former sons, right?

"Do you think the extremely weak me from before is better than the current me?"

Yang Xin's face had always been dark, and no one in the carriage dared to speak. Zhang Ya was worried that Yang Xin would start scolding the two elders again, so even if he knew in his heart, he did not.

It was Yang Xin's fault, but he still felt a very bad feeling. However, the moment Yang Xin opened his mouth, he let out a sigh of relief.

On the contrary, the two elders who were seated in the back were very embarrassed, and didn't know what to say after a while, Yang Xin continued, "I won't bother with what happened today.

Actually, no matter what kind of me I am, I will still grow up without my parents' sight, right? Everyone has his way of life, and I hope

Don't keep thinking about the past. "

The reason why Yang Xin told them this was mainly to enlighten them, but no matter what, their love was only for the previous Yang Xin, and now, this Yang …

The new one didn't suit their kind of love, or just a slightly better relationship than strangers.

The two elders were still silent. Their thoughts were not very open-minded, so the things that Yang Xin had said could only be according to their own understanding …

To understand, that is to say, the son has grown up, he has his own life.

"Lil 'Xin, it's all our fault. Can you forgive us?" After a while, Mother Yang endured the pain of her mouth swelling as she cried.

These words were like needles in Zhang Ya's heart and her tears silently flowed down. She knew that these words would come from her parents' mouth …

Come, it is a grievance, and it is a great love.

If one were to say that they were very snobbish, it could only be said that they were scared of nothing. Some of their instincts to survive was also the so-called inferior existence of humanity.

There was no right or wrong, so it could be said that Yang Xin didn't hate them at all, but it couldn't be said that he had any feelings for them.

"I'm not blaming you. Go back. I can protect you here for a while, but I can't protect you for a lifetime. I'll give you enough money to protect you."

Forget about me. "

Although Yang Xin did not have a deep understanding of kinship as Zhang Ya, he only wanted to settle them down well, or to put it bluntly, draw the line between them.

In his entire life, he would probably never even know about kinship. Thinking about that, Yang Xin suddenly felt a sense of emptiness, this emptiness was …

It was like air that could never be grasped.

Old Yang was like a "father" as he quietly sat there. He was silent, as if there was something heavy that could be expressed in the depths of his heart.

He was not a man who was good at expressing himself. In the end, all the hardships he had put up for many years had been for naught when he faced his son, who was so unfamiliar that he was even stranger than a stranger …

His words came out.

When the car drove back to their home, the two of them got out of the car. Yang Xin did not get out of the car, but watched as they walked towards the old rented room.

The two of them supported each other as they walked step by step. Under the dim light of the street lamps, it was very desolate.

Looking at the two staggering backs through the car window, Yang Xin had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

In short, Yang Xin was unable to explain the feeling in his heart. Was that the image of his father? "Without the grandeur described in the article, it is hard to say."

The vicissitudes of life.

Under this silent gaze, a imprisoned soul in the bottom of Yang Xin's heart seemed to have been freed from its bindings. The two figures in front of him were no longer the same.

He was unfamiliar, but he felt a sense of familiarity.

"No, this is not kinship. This is just a form of compassion that a human nature should have. Right, it's sympathy." Yang Xin shook his head, and retorted in his heart.

This feeling of sympathy made him almost call out 'parents'. This was something that was difficult for him to say, especially when he had already revealed that he wasn't him …

In their eyes, calling him a son like that was akin to falling out with someone else. Wasn't it a bit awkward?

Yang Xin laughed bitterly, looking at the empty space in his heart outside the window, it felt like it was growing larger and larger, this empty space felt like it belonged to them. So the Heart

He felt sad. He felt like he had betrayed someone. He had never felt such a feeling in his entire life.

"Let's go, teacher. I want to find a place for you to rest …" Yang Xin regained his senses and looked at Zhang Ya beside him, forcing a smile.

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, what happened to you?"

"Mm …" It's okay, it's just that I didn't realize it just now. Today is the first time I saw you kill someone, even though it was me who was going to face it, I still felt uneasy …

With fear, hehe, am I very weak? " Zhang Ya's face was indeed a little pale, and she forced out a smile.

Seeing Zhang Ya like that, Yang Xin finally realized that she had actually not taken care of her feelings.

It was impossible for them to calm down. Their cheap parents had experienced it last time, so they had gotten used to it this time. Compared to this feeling, they were more sad …

"Teacher, it's all my fault. I asked you to follow me here, do you still feel uncomfortable?" We can take a break and give you some curry and spice

"Channels."

Yang Xin hugged Zhang Ya. He knew that Zhang Ya was feeling terrible in his heart, she was not like him, who had already turned cold during the organization's training when she was just ten years old.

Mo Wuju simply didn't have a shred of nostalgia towards these uncaring lives. If he did, then it would be the end of an assassin's life.

"I'm not going to eat those nasty and spicy things. Take me home. It's actually nothing. I feel much better now. I still have some feet just now …"

"It's weak, but once my spiritual power has increased, the fear I'll feel will also become very small." Zhang Ya shook his head and said with a bitter face.

"Alright then." Yang Xin nodded his head, then drove back. Midway, he returned to Earthly Paradise and took out the corpses of the three people from the basement.

He melted it and took out a few bottles of wine.

When he finally returned to the residential area, the feeling in his heart had already faded quite a bit when Zhang Ya just returned. Yang Xin placed the alcohol on the table and sat down on the sofa.

Above them, Zhang Ya went into the room and took out her pajamas.

"Did you take a bath or go to bed? Are you still drinking?" Seeing that Yang Xin was prepared to drink, he could not help but ask.

"Hehe, that's it. If you want to drink it, you might as well drink it outside. What are you drinking it at home? I'm just bringing it back for a candlelight dinner when I need it. Hehe."

"Yang Xin laughed, causing Zhang Ya to smile easily. Did this brat really remember?

"Alright, I'm going to take a bath now." When Zhang Ya thought about Yang Xin's romance, a warm feeling flowed through his heart. This was the romance that she wanted.

Huanhuan Yang Xin was one of the big reasons.