Chapter 107

Jing Yan opened his eyes and looked at Qiao Xi.

Qiao Xi said slowly: "As for other things, the 'adult's world' and the 'reality' are just excuses, steps for yourself, and a fig leaf!"

Qiao Xi can't comment on things that have no choice.

But when there is a choice in front of him, Qiao Xi's inner answer has always been clear, this will never change because he is a child or an adult today, because he is always him, he has grown up, but his original heart never twisted.

And Jing Yan is just like him.

Why should Jing Yan be relieved? Having suffered such a thing that he would never do and would never understand in his true heart, nausea is normal all his life, but—

"But I hope your heart can be completely calmed down," Qiao Xi said softly, "I hope you can stop having nightmares and sleep well this night every year. I hope you are happy every day and don't be sad. "

Jing Yan hugged Qiao Xi again and bit his lips.

Disturbed breathing, Qiao Xi whispered: "Jing Yan, does your mother want you to be the king of láng?"

"Hopefully, I have always regarded this as my goal." Jing Yan's silver eyes gleamed coldly.

Back then, he took Jing Yi back to his grandfather's house.

On the tenth day of shutting himself in the room, Grandpa knocked on his door, told him to go out, and sat with him in the hallway.

It was a quiet night, and a full moon could be seen in the sky from the yard.

"What do you want to do in the future?" Grandpa asked him, "Do you want to go to a school outside? It's still too late, study hard, and then go to a good university and study a favorite major—"

Saying that, Grandpa turned his head to look at him, and then smiled: "No, you child, are you still ambitious?"

He stretched out his hand and tapped Young Jingyan's forehead: "If you want to be a king, this small yard can't hold you."

And Jing Yan raised his head, opened his gān astringent eyes, and looked straight at the moon in the sky.

He is not the protagonist in those novels, but he is in the royal family but has dreams of ordinary people.

He was born looking at the throne, he wanted to be the king, and his mother, his grandfather, and his family were all behind his back to support him.

He originally had many plans and wishes for his own future and the future of the entire Láng clan.

"Jingyan, you must understand that the láng family is not his own, the palace is not his alone, and the throne is not his alone," Grandpa said slowly, "that's not his personal property, it needs you. Things to separate from the relationship. The throne represents ability and responsibility. What you should consider is not who is sitting on the throne now, but whether you have the ability to take this responsibility in the future. At the same time, you must also understand, As the prince of the Láng clan royal family, as the eldest son, every choice you make affects the future of the láng clan."

Jing Yan trembled.

"Little idiot, you can't really do without the whirlpool of the royal family," Grandpa smiled, rubbing his head, "your father, the person who is about to become the queen, and many more people who are paying attention to you... ...they'll drag you in. Do you want to get sucked in by the vortex?"

Jing Yan looked at Grandpa, was silent for a moment, and shook his head.

"—Then don't be passive. Go control this vortex."

"Think about things, think about the future, and then think about what you should do next," Grandpa got up and said, "Although you are only six years old, Grandpa believes that you can sort out these things yourself."

On that day, Jing Yan thought about it all night.

And five days later, he took Jing Yi out of his grandfather's house.

After waiting outside for fifteen days, the attendant sent by the man respectfully saluted him.

Jing Yan chose to return to the palace, but when he faced King Láng again, he would no longer cry, and would no longer ask why he was unwilling. face that man.

It can only be said that the purpose of the man and him is the same, so they have been able to get along for so many years in such a cold, non-provocative relationship. Many times, the man just asks the guards to help convey what he has to do.

But the emotions that were suppressed in his heart did not disappear. Whenever it came to this time, Jing Yan thought of his mother, the woman who would live freely, wantonly and radiantly if she hadn't fallen in love with that man. A smiling, cheerful, gentle, free and easy woman, the woman who was lying weakly on the sick bed when she was sick, and who still smiled when she saw her friends and her husband, he could not sleep at night.

Jing Yan wanted to be the king, but if he was born in an ordinary family, he would definitely have other goals of his own. But it was just fantasy, the past could not be changed, his mother fell in love with someone who was not worthy of love.

He even clearly remembered the six months he stayed with his mother when he was sick. He was always thinking about why his father didn't come back. He complained to his mother, his mother chuckled to reassure him, and when his mother was in critical condition At that time, in a panic, he was pulled away by the waiters. He could only huddle in a ball outside the door, trembling, thinking repeatedly why his father didn't come.

That feeling is too torturous.