Break-up

ing but were always helpless when it came to finding people.

When Tang Yi first heard this, he thought it was absurd.
But now he raised his eyes to look at the sound of the voice and saw that Shen Fan’s eyes seemed to fill with tears under the long, feathery eyelashes.
He couldn’t help but feel a little softer in his heart.

However, the corners of Shen Fan’s eyes only reddened for a moment.
He let out a self-deprecating laugh, turning his head away for a moment before turning back, as if nothing had happened.
He smiled and said, “I saw you at the university’s faculty office when I graduated in my senior year and then, after I reacted, I couldn’t find you.
I didn’t know your name then and I had to wait until you were almost done with school to see you at a party.”

It was a party for the school basketball team and Gu Yanting took Tang Yi to it.
During the graduation season, people who used to know each other always got together.
Since after this farewell, they might never have the chance to get together again, the young men would cheer up each other with wine and food.
When Shen Fan accidentally bumped into Tang Yi that day, his heart almost flew out.

Time was running out, and with a two year difference between them and not many common acquaintances there was no way to get started.
Shen Fan was too late to find out the name of the beautiful, cold man wearing black-rimmed glasses next to Gu Yanting, but he recognised Gu Yanting.

So Shen Fan approached the head of Gu Yanting’s department and followed him to the graduation dinner.

The large-scale graduation dinner was crowded.
The head of the university came to have a drink and give a speech, the head of the department came to have a drink and sigh.
Shen Fan didn’t attend his own graduation dinner, and now he was showing his face to participate.
When the head of the department wanted him to make a speech as a senior, Shen Fan had already gone into the crowd to search for Tang Yi’s shadow.

He made a mistake.
No matter how bold Gu Yanting was, he didn’t bring Tang Yi to his graduation dinner.
He mentioned, though, how that Tang Yi guy would make a fuss afterwards.

Shen Fan’s gaze sank when he understood that Tang Yi was not Gu Yanting’s classmate.
He looked around and his face darkened as if he had been served a chopped-off head to eat.
He stared at Gu Yanting and gritted his teeth for a long time before slowly putting it on his account.

Later times demanded his undivided attention.
This matter had been dragging for more than twenty years and was indeed not a top priority.
Shen Fan began to establish contacts in the company at that time, knowing that he would have to take over the burden from his father sooner or later, so he also accepted it.

This time, Lin Rui was on the same flight from Beijing as him.
Shen Fan was entrusted by Lin Rui’s stepfather, Mr.
Wang, to drop Lin Rui off from the airport.
When the guy was delivered to KTV, Shen Fan saw Gu Yanting and sat down quietly in the corner, as if spellbound.

Then halfway through the party, he finally saw the man he waited for.

He didn’t have time to talk to Tang Yi then.
He called him to his office because he had too many things on his hands and didn’t have much time to slowly reach out to explain.
Besides, he didn’t like Gu Yanting at all, and he wanted Tang Yi to recognise him immediately and then kick Gu Yanting out.

Tang Yi looked at Shen Fan for a while, but finally smiled and shook his head.

If Tang Yi’s past life could be summed up in a famous book, it would be called “Les Misérables”.
And if the reason for being “miserable” could be traced back to its roots, it would be nothing more than the fact that he had no parents.
A child without a father and mother had no one to look after him, no one to teach him, and all of Tang Yi’s skills in dealing with people were initially learned under the eyes and fists of outsiders.

When he was a child, he felt he lived like a dog.
If someone rewarded him with a bone, he had to wag his tail, or else he would lose the bone if he didn’t please that someone.
If someone didn’t like him, he had to run away with his tail between his legs, otherwise, if he was killed by someone, he would not even have the chance to pick up the bone.
Life was fucked up, but living was instinctive.

His first concept of parents was not from being pampered by his parents, as it was for other children, but from writing an essay in primary school titled “I Love My Dad (Mom)”.
The teacher who offered the topic had obviously forgotten that there were such creatures as orphans in the world.
Tang Yi looked at the test paper blankly and tried his best to describe a “dad” according to the appearance of the village head Wang Muzi.

It was not that no one had asked him in the past twenty years, “Do you miss your parents?” Those who asked didn’t mean to poke at his scars, they just couldn’t resist their curiosity.
There were times when Tang Yi thought about it seriously and could only shake his head, “No.”

He said, “I don’t know what my parents are like.”

The part of Tang Yi’s world that lacked a father and a mother was like a blank space on a piece of drawing paper; he didn’t know what colours to put on it, so he left it empty.
He didn’t expect that one day there would finally be some outline of it, but it was inevitably chilling.

If what Shen Fan said was true, his family had been forced to leave home.
Then in the next few years that pair of parents who, he was subconsciously sure, had abandoned him in all probability had something happen to them and were gone.

Never to be found again.
Notwithstanding his future glory or hardship, the word “parents” would be a dark scene in the movie.
For a few seconds, before he was sensible, it flashed past him and there was no possibility of playback. 

If they were gone, they were gone, and there was probably not even a shovelful of earth that belonged to them.

Suddenly Tang Yi thought, don’t listen, don’t believe! What kind of crap is this, there’s not even a single piece of evidence! But his jaw that gradually tightened and his lips that began to tremble, as well as his hands that couldn’t restrain a light tremor, made him vaguely scared.

Tears fell suddenly.

Shen Fan watched from the side, and his eyes went fiercely red.
Tang Yi stood straight, like an upright poplar, but the heavy sorrow that overflowed from the depths of his soul made Shen Fan open his mouth and tremble before the words came out.

He stepped over the short distance between them and hugged Tang Yi violently, saying in a low voice, “It’s okay, you still have your brother.”

This means Grandpa Shen joined the Cultural Revolution in time and didn’t suffer from it