The Male Main's Uncle Is Openly Obsessed With Me

Zheng Qianyang saw Huo Chenhuan's change of look in his eyes. He was gratified but also disappointed.

After the death of Huo Chenhuan's parents, his only relative in the world is Huo Chenhuan.

Originally, they were dependent on each other and loved each other. Now Huo Chenhuan has his own happy family, but he is still alone. Zheng Qianyang inevitably has such a little loneliness.

It seems to see Zheng Qianyang's vulnerability. Huo Chenhuan is stunned. He suddenly realizes that the man he once worshiped and resented is no longer young.

Years have not been favorable to the people in front of him, his temples have been stained with frost, and his eyes also have many vicissitudes of wrinkles.

Maybe in a few years, the straight back of the person in front of him will gradually stoop, and his mind will gradually blur.

He will remember some people, but more will forget some people.

Aware of this, Huo Chenhuan suddenly felt that many things were not so important.

"Sorry."

The day before, it was still in my mouth. I couldn't say anything. I found it was not as difficult as I thought.

Zheng Qianyang was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what Huo Chenhuan had said. He suddenly widened his eyes: "you..."

Some words just say the first sentence, the rest is much simpler.

"When my parents had an accident, I lost control of my mood and made trouble out of no reason. It was wrong of me to blame you for their death."

Zheng Qianyang's heart jumped, and he called out subconsciously: "the world..."

"The death of my parents is accidental or artificial. It's not you who hurt them, and it's not you who need to pay for it. "

Zheng Qianyang is confused. He hopes to restore his previous relationship with Huo Chenhuan and become a family again, but he is afraid that all this is just a wishful dream.

After a while, he finally recovered his voice and said, "do you really think so? You know, your parents may have been implicated by me. "

Huo Chenhuan looked at Zheng Qianyang for a long time and sighed, "I've thought about it for a long time. If my parents knew that they died because of you before they died, would they blame you?"

Zheng Qianyang was stiff all over and his face turned pale.

"No

"What?"

"The answer is no." Huo Chenhuan was very sure, "even if they know that their death may be related to you, even if they know that those who hurt them may be your enemies, they will not blame you. In that case, why should I blame you? "

"No, you are qualified." Zheng Qianyang's eyes were slightly red and he shook his head. "It's me who made you lose your parents. You have the right to blame me more than anyone else."

Huo Chenhuan closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was more relief in his eyes: "don't punish yourself with other people's sins, because it will only make those who love you sad and those who hurt you happy. I am, and so are you

Of course, Zheng Qianyang knows this, but sometimes it's easy for people to go into a dead end.

Huo Chenhuan's disgusting eyes had already become his magic barrier for many years. When he came back to sleep in the middle of the night, he would wake up suddenly, and then he could not sleep any more. He sat down night after night until dawn.

He wanted to come back, but did not dare to come back, for fear that he would look at his nephew again.

Now, he asked himself that he owed a lot to his nephew, but told him that it was not his fault, and he did not blame him for a long time.

Zheng Qianyang wanted to laugh, but his eyes were red before he could smile.