After the rebirth, the white moonlight of the actor turned black

Chapter 220 Ah Huan Wants Him To Be Happy, But He Doesn't Deserve It

The light in the room was very dark, and the curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could penetrate.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a strong smell of alcohol.

Shen Xiangting reached out and pressed the light switch at the door, but Jing Heng was not in the living room.

Rong Yao followed behind Shen Xiangting.

Pushing open the bedroom door, I saw a decadent figure huddled at the foot of the bed, with a charging cable plugged into the phone.

Jing Heng cut out the short part where Rong Huan smiled and said he loved him and turned it into audio, pressed repeat to play, and listened to it.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you……

I don't know how many times I've listened to it, and I don't know how long I've been listening to it.

Time seems to have stood still here, he believed that his Ah Huan might have just entered the space-time tunnel, and one day he would come back suddenly.

When Rong Yao was standing at the door, seeing this scene made her heart ache, she missed her brother, and felt sorry for her sweetheart.

Seeing this scene, she was even more convinced that Brother Jing Heng also liked his brother.

But why, the two of them are not together?

Jing Heng didn't even notice anyone coming, he was immersed in his own world.

He heard the "I love you", tears wet the screen of the phone, his voice was hoarse: "I love you too... But it's late... It's late Ah Huan... You can't hear it..."

He murmured, picked up the wine beside him, gulped it down, listened, smiled, wept again, and took another sip.

Half a month ago, he suffered from alcohol poisoning and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. When he was rescued, he was still in this half-dead state. When he came back, he locked himself up and continued to drink.

Mother Jing shed tears every day, not knowing what to do with her son.

Many people felt that Jing Heng was useless, and that he might never get better again.

He was not only sad, but also regretful, blaming himself and Rong Huan for missing so many years, all the good times were wasted.

Shen Xiangting walked over, kicked off the wine bottle, grabbed his collar and shouted: "Jing Heng! When will you wake up? What's the use of regretting it now?! You made yourself into this ghost to want To be buried with Ah Huan!"

Jing Heng glanced at him lightly, and slapped his hands away, "Don't stand and talk without pain in your back, show me your dead lover! I just don't want to die anymore! No one should come to persuade me!"

"If Rong Huan is still alive, he will look down on you!"

Jing Heng turned his head away in disgust, and muttered: "I would rather he looked down on me, but he came back..."

"Brother Jing Heng..." Rong Yao sniffed.

Jing Heng looked over and was stunned for three seconds: "Ah Huan..."

"Ah Huan!" Jing Heng stood up in surprise and ran over, hugged Rong Yao, weeping with joy, "Ah Huan, you are back! You are really back! You are too cruel! I can't even dream of you, Do you just hate me that much? That's fine...it's fine, don't forgive me, just hate me for the rest of your life, okay?"

"Brother Jing Heng...I'm Rong Yao."

Shen Xiangting also helped pull him back, "You see clearly! This is Rong Yao!"

Rong Yao and Rong Huan looked five or six points alike, and Jing Heng drank too much again, and was sick with longing, and at a glance, he saw her as Rong Huan.

Hearing this, he took another look, oh, it's Yaoyao, not Ah Huan...

"Brother Jing Heng, I think I should give you my brother's belongings, so I brought them here."

She didn't look at it much, but after opening it, she found that it was related to Jing Heng. After thinking about it, she felt that she should convey her brother's heart to him.

"What? Where?"

"On the table outside—"

Before he finished speaking, Jing Heng ran out.

Jing Heng opened the box, and inside was... a letter.

In this era of advanced electronic communication, few people write letters by hand, but Jing Heng can write.

Rong Huan was not happy to see him, and he didn't want to break into the house by force. When he couldn't get in, he would write a letter and leave it in the mailbox outside his house, although he never received a reply.

That's right, he never received a reply, and even thought that maybe Ah Huan would get annoyed when he read his letter, so he picked up the lighter and burned it!

He opened it and found that he kept every letter of his very well. Inside each envelope, there was a reply letter written by Rong Huan himself, which was put together with his letter.

Jing Heng read each letter, tears wet the letter paper and wiped it desperately, holding back, not wanting to destroy the last thing A Huan left him.

Through these replies, he could feel A Huan's affection for him.

He didn't lie to him, he really still liked him, as long as God gave him some more time, he would be able to get Ah Huan back.

Ah Huan persisted in not forgiving him, but it was only because he didn't trust him.

He wasn't sure how long his liking would last, and he didn't know if he might like it on a whim and then dislike it later.

Because I was hurt by him, it is very difficult to mention the word "love" again.

Who can be sure whether Jing Heng's liking for him will be worn away by time?He couldn't afford to bet on a third heartbreak.

So he was waiting, waiting for an opportunity, until he could convince himself.

Rong Yao stood aside and said, "Brother Jing Heng, my brother is not such a bad person. He told Brother Ting that he left a voicemail for you at the end, right? He must hope that you can live a good life. He doesn't want to see you like this."

"Ah Huan is worth it, but I'm not worth it..." Jing Heng held the letters, tears streaming down his face.

People have seen it, things have been given, and persuasion has been persuaded. Shen Xiangting thinks that there is nothing he can do.

Jing Heng could only walk out by himself.

The two came and went, and Jing Heng was left alone in the room.

He was sitting in the living room, leaning against the sofa, covering his face, tears dripping from his fingers.

He doesn't deserve to die.

He wants to live well, he is not even worthy to be buried with Ah Huan.

Yes, he should live well, live to experience this world without Ah Huan, and pay the price for the mistakes he once committed.

Ah Huan wanted him to be happy, but he didn't deserve it.

After a hundred years, he might be able to see Ah Huan again in that world, and when he scolds him: Idiot, didn't I tell you to forget me?I said it to make you happy, can't you understand people's words?

That's when he can give him a hug and tell him, yeah, I've been stupid all along, and if I had been smart, I wouldn't have lost you.

Well, that's fine.