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The dazzling sunlight shines on the face, bringing warmth and brightness.

Eyelashes trembling slightly, Jian Heng slowly opened his eyes, bathing in the sunlight, as if he had been gone for a long time.

This idea was very strange, but before he had time to think about it, there was a knock on the door.

Three times very regularly.

"Master, the husband and wife are downstairs waiting for you to have breakfast."

Jian Heng responded, pressed his tired and painful forehead, and glanced at the time. He was very surprised that he was late for the first time as he always had a strong sense of time.

When he went to the bathroom to wash up, he looked at the young and handsome face in the mirror. Although it was gentle and alienated, it was obviously his own face, but it made him feel a little strange.

Jian Heng suspected that he had a brain problem after sleeping for too long. After washing up, he went downstairs and found Jian's father and mother already sitting at the dining table, waiting for him.

Father Jian held the newspaper and looked at his outstanding son with a serious face, "Did you stay up late doing research again last night? You have no sense of time at all."

Mother Jian showed a gentle and helpless smile, "Okay, okay, stop talking, come to Ah Heng, let's have breakfast first."

The warm and harmonious scene was as beautiful as a bubble that could burst with a single poke. Jian Heng's expression paused for a moment, and then he walked over with a natural expression.

There is no rule in Jian's family about not eating what you say. Jian's mother is like a normal mother. She likes to nag when she gets older. Whether she is dealing with her precious son or Jian's father, she has to nag her over and over again every day. Father Jian's ears were almost on edge hearing those things, but he never refuted them.

"Ah Heng? Ah Heng?"

Jian Heng, who was in a trance, reacted and looked up in confusion.

Jian's father said dissatisfied: "What's going on? You can't even eat without paying attention."

Mother Jian looked at her son, who was unusually silent today, with a worried expression, "I see that your face has not looked good this morning. Are you feeling unwell?"

Jian Heng, who was stared at by the two men, shook his head and put down his spoon, "I'm full."

"Ah? But..."

Before she could finish her words, Jian Heng stood up. Seeing this, Jian's mother had to swallow what she had not finished.

Father Jian frowned tightly, his expression becoming more serious.

Although he was born into an aristocratic family, Jian Heng had never been interested in corporate management matters. His parents also respected his choice. After graduation, he took the Ph.D. examination and engaged in research in the scientific field.

The research days are very boring, like a pool of stagnant water, and the spirit is highly tense and tense. Every period of time, an important research report must be written.

Before, Jian Heng didn't feel much about this boring job, because whenever he got busy, he wouldn't think about anything, and time flew by in the blink of an eye for him.

Although Jian's father does not interfere in his life, he still complains about Jian Heng's work that confuses night and day. He believes that life is the capital of revolution, and everything must be formed on a healthy basis.

Jian Heng promised well on the surface, but when he got really busy, he completely forgot about it.

It was troublesome to drive back and forth, so Jian Heng bought a house directly next to the research institute. If he was really busy late, he would just go there to rest.Late at night, everyone was gone, leaving only his office lit up.

He didn't feel anything while researching. After he finished his work, he felt a throbbing pain in his stomach. He took off his white lab coat and hung it on the floor-standing coat rack. He wore a black shirt buttoned to the top. One, the cuffs of his shirt were piled up to his elbows, revealing his strong and smooth arm lines, and a pair of black and gray suit trousers made him look very tall and straight.

Looking at the red and white light for a long time makes you feel dizzy. His facial features are deep and the lines on his face are sharp. His handsome face has no expression and looks a bit cold. His dark pupils have an indescribable indifference.

Pressing his forehead, Jian Heng finished writing the research report. It was already an hour later. He looked at the time and saw it was two o'clock in the morning.

He didn't know why he fell asleep on the table.

It felt like he had slept for a long time and had a long, long dream. The scene in the dream was beautiful and cruel to him, like a mirage imagined by a person walking in the desert.

When he woke up, he didn't know what was wrong with him. He just felt a little painful. It felt like countless thin needles had been inserted into his heart. There was no blood but it was painful.

His eyes were very hot. He touched them unconsciously and found them cold.

His heart was empty, and he always felt that he had forgotten something very important, but he tried his best to recall but could not find the end.

The time that followed made him feel long and pale. He didn't know that he had a headache. As long as he tried desperately to think about something, he would feel a heartbreaking pain in his head.

His nerves were tense every day, and he felt as if he was locked in a black wooden box, never to see the light. The fire that was ignited cost his life, and he lived like a zombie every day.

Some people seem to be alive and well, but in fact their spirits have begun to die of decay.

And Jian Heng is such a person.

Maybe he didn't notice it himself, but as time passed, his parents noticed it.

In just one month, Jian Heng has undergone obvious changes.

A tall and strong man, handsome and well-educated, he always takes care of himself meticulously. However, now he is so thin that his cheeks are sunken, his eyebrows are dark and cold, like a shadow in the darkness of life, and his whole person looks lifeless. .

When Jian's mother saw it, she was startled, her eyes turned red instantly, and she covered her mouth, "Aheng, what's wrong with you? Why, how did you become like this..."

Jian Heng still didn't know why, so he said calmly: "I'm fine."

There was a sharp contrast between what he said and what he looked like on the surface.

Looking at her son's face, which was so thin that he was almost pale, Jian's mother's heart ached twice, and she reached out to touch Jian Heng's face, "Is there too much pressure from work? Do you want to give yourself a holiday first?"

Jian Heng let her mother's hand caress her face, her eyes unmoved, she frowned, looked at her doubtfully, her voice was hoarse and ugly: "Mom, I'm really fine, my work has been going pretty well recently. Don’t always think about it.”

After saying that, she stopped looking at Mother Jian's reaction and went upstairs.

Looking at her son's leaving figure, Mother Jian suddenly trembled and turned pale.

After a while, there was a bang-bang-bang sound like something being smashed upstairs, which made Jane's mother, who was originally nervous, tremble instantly.