Now, she lives in such a spacious house, has had several children, and has been married for so many years, sitting on the same sofa as her husband, she can't even feel what home is.
Home, this word, is not a complicated stroke.
However, she may not deserve it.
"Don't you think the old house is a home?"
Fu Yanye looked at her and asked her questions soon after.
"I'm really homeless."
Zhuo Jian smiled calmly, his voice was very light, and he had no bad emotions.
It's just that my lips are very hot and even a little shaking.
No one loves and protects her as unconditionally as his parents.
Or the kids are, but they are too young.
She even felt that she had been thrown on a cold and gloomy island and into the middle of the dark sea.
How can she return to the warm home she used to be?
Dead?
Or are your parents waiting for her in heaven?
After thinking too much, no matter how arrogant she felt, she was stubborn and she shed tears without caring about her feelings. Soon, she burst into tears.
She felt pitiful.
Zhuo Jian suddenly trembled, not wanting to see his useless look in tears, so he turned his back to him and lay on the back of the sofa.
In the light emitted from the TV screen, he could see her trembling thin body.
Soon, he looked inside.
His hands were clenched quietly, and his face was a little persistent and hatred.
After a long time, he picked her up from behind and into his arms.
"Zhuo Jian."
His voice was very soft, so light that it seemed a little humble.
From childhood to adulthood, he never wanted to make her so sad.
But……
"Why don't you let me go? We are so few when we are happy together and so many when we are unhappy."
Zhuo Jian was obediently in his arms, looking at him with tears in his eyes, and asked her with a hoarse voice.
"I can't let it go."
He made a little noise with difficulty.
Zhuo Jian's whole body was tense, and the warm color in his eyes gradually dissipated, slowly feeling a little desperate.
Zhuo Jian stopped asking him anything and stayed with him honestly.
"I want to take you home, I don't want you to live here by yourself."
His voice became hoarse, and he hugged her tighter.
In the spacious but quiet living room, the voices of the two people were only enough to hear each other.
"I don't want to, you promised me, let me be here."
"I regret it, Zhuo Jian, I regret it. I want to be a villain, a villain whom you can see no matter how painful you are, I want to satisfy my own desires, I don't want to care about what you think in your heart
I."
Even if I miss him so much that I am unforgivable.
Even if I think of him so much that I gritted my teeth.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in fear. If he really did that, it would be like before...
Zhuo Jian's breathing became restrained, and he begged him not to do that in his eyes.
Fu Yanye looked at her, "Don't be afraid, I will try my best to be a good person."
Zhuo Jian's tears fell again.
Because he said he would try his best to be a good person.
He wanted to kiss her, as he did last night.
But he promised her to try to be a good person.
So I tried and tried again and finally restrained myself, and finally resisted the impulse before kissing her and invading her, and asked her: "Have you eaten tonight? Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."
Zhuo Jian shook his head dullly.
"I'll go cook something, you watch TV first, huh?"
His eyes were full of patience and doting.
Zhuo Jian thought about him and said that he wanted to be a villain, and was afraid, so he nodded obediently.
Fu Yanye put down her and sat on the sofa, and sent the remote control to her hand. His hand still couldn't help but hook her with long hair covering half of her face to behind his ears. In fact, he still wanted to kiss her.
But Zhuo Jian's look at him forced him to resist and got up and went to the kitchen.
Soon Fu Yanye heard the sound of the door closing outside. When he finished cooking the noodles, he found that the sofa was empty.
He stood at her door with his face, knocked gently, and opened the door.
Zhuo Jian felt hungry at all, and something was pressing on his stomach. Seeing him approaching, smelling the noodle soup, his stomach suddenly surged, he quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom barefoot.
Fu Yanye: “…”
Zhong Mai's words suddenly echoed in his mind again.
But how could she?
She is Zhuo Jian.
She has experienced so many things and has matured long ago.
Fu Yanye placed the noodles on the bedside table until she walked out weakly.
Her steps were heavy, but she looked light and seemed to be able to fall down at any time.
Zhuo Jian walked to him and discussed with him pitifully, "Thank you for your noodles, I will definitely finish eating later, can you go back first?"
"Zhuo Jian."
He called her.
His eyes dimmed.
He was sad, he wanted to lose his temper, but he could no longer call himself like that.
"I promise, I will finish eating and not have a bite left."
She looked at him deliberately and obediently, with the pain of crystal clearness when she just vomited.
He didn't say anything else, nor did he want to see her so pitiful. He lowered his head and saw the wedding ring on his hand. After a long time of stagnation, he nodded: "Okay."
He agreed and turned and left.
After the door was closed, she was at home by herself, and then she felt relieved, and then sat down at the edge of the bed in depressed and weak manner.
She was still very uncomfortable, especially after seeing the bowl of noodles on the bedside table.
Fu Yanye did not leave after leaving the door. His tall body stood under the aisle light until the light dimmed and he did not move.
——
On the third day after Zhuo Jian asked for leave, Jian Qian and Li Yuqing came to the door together.
Jian Qian bought fruits and vegetables and took Li Yuqing to enter the password and opened the door.
There was no sound in the house and the curtains were closed.
Fortunately, the curtains in the living room were thin and light, and they both saw the people on the sofa.
And, the cigarette butts she smoked.
Li Yuqing had some unknown emotions in his eyes. He remembered that when he first met her, she was so small, and she smiled sweetly, and she looked like a sweetheart.
But now...
She lay on the sofa, as if she was already in a state of giving up on herself.
Jian Qian was also very surprised. In her impression, Zhuo Jian didn't like the smell of smoke.
Zhuo Jian opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw the visitor, he climbed up decadently, sat in a corner and looked at them with his knees in his arms: "You are here."
"Sister, are you okay?"
Jian Qian asked, walked over and put down the fruit, and sat gently beside her, afraid of being frightened.
"I have a little fever, it's much better."
She takes medicine on time every day.
"Pingping heard that you went to find Fu Yanye that night, and Liang Yu was there too."
Li Yuqing told the reason why he came here. They were worried that Zhuo Jian was sad because of the incident that night, and Ouyang Ping couldn't do it on a business trip outside now.
"Oh, that day, it wasn't his birthday that day. Liang Yu was there, but later he and I went back to the old house with me."
Zhuo Jian said as he closed his hair. When he thought of something, his eyes moved and he loosened his hair again.
"Wang Rui seems to be downstairs. Seeing that you are fine, I will leave first. Jian Qian, stay and take care of you."
Li Yuqing didn't sit down. After seeing her, she briefly explained and left.
"Don't worry if I call Sister Pingping later."
Zhuo Jian said to him.
"Um."
Li Yuqing is gone.
Jian Qian looked at her and couldn't help asking, "What's going on with you? I haven't seen you so haggardly for so long."
"Just don't have much strength."
Zhuo Jian wanted to lie down again, but because Jian Qian was there, she just leaned in a little.
"Sister, are you so unhappy in this marriage with Mr. Fu?"
"Um?"
"You don't eat much all day, of course you don't have the energy anymore. You will definitely not be able to continue like this."
Jian Qian said.
Zhuo Jian smiled, "I don't want to eat either."
"You're still smoking."
Jian Qian glanced at the coffee table.
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything, looked there, and then smiled weakly: "Yan is indeed a good thing."
"Can you be full when smoking? You must not have eaten like this. I'll make some porridge and side dishes for you and wait."
Jian Qian asked her unhappily, then got up and headed straight to the kitchen.
Jian Qian was quite familiar with her here, so Zhuo Jian lay back. Hearing the sound in the house, his heart no longer seemed as dark as before.
She pinched the remote control of the electric curtains and opened it.
The room lights up.
Soon she walked to the window and saw clearly the man walking back and downstairs. It was Wang Rui.
Fu Yanye sent him to guard here?
The temperature was particularly high at noon these days, so he was there...
Zhuo Jian thought about it and decided not to meddle in other people's business.
He took Fu Yanye's money, not hers.
But the two of them were having a meal when the door suddenly opened from outside.
Zhuo Jian was also confused when he saw Fu Yanye.
Jian Qian unconsciously put down her chopsticks and whispered: "Mr. Fu."