Sister Li sighed quietly, knowing that this matter was not as simple as an ordinary quarrel between two people. In the end, she just turned off the lights and quietly left the room.
The whole room was plunged into endless darkness. Song Zhixing slowly opened his eyes and stared out the window with empty eyes.
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Tang Wei was watering the flowers when the doorbell rang. He liked silence and freedom, so he lived alone in a high-rise building in Daxia, a house of several hundred square meters, with no servants, only hourly workers who would appear on time every day and signal to leave.
Hearing the sound, he put down the watering can and opened the door. Tang Yu was standing outside the door, which surprised him a little. He looked back at the clock on the wall. It was 8 o'clock in the evening.
"Asleep?" Tang Yu glanced at Tang Wei's pajamas.
"Watering the flowers." Tang Wei replied.
Tang Yu glanced at the terrace, and he was right, it was the same flower from a few years ago. This flower obviously had a special meaning to Tang Wei. He thought it was probably related to the girl who had been waiting for Tang Wei for a long time downstairs of the company building.
"Have you been drinking?" Tang Wei asked him, while moving aside to let Tang Yu in.
Tang Yu groaned and loosened the tie around his neck, as if he had finally caught his breath. He walked in, sat down on the sofa tiredly, leaned his head back against the sofa, and closed his eyes.
As soon as Tang Wei saw his dejected look, he guessed that something had happened. He was there when Xingxing met her second aunt that day. It was obvious that Xingxing could no longer hide what happened in the past.
"Have you had dinner?" Tang Wei asked, pouring a glass of warm water from the kitchen and handing it to him. "To sober up."
Tang Yu opened his eyes slightly, took the water, and replied: "... Not yet."
"Then wait a moment, I'll order takeout."
"Don't bother." Tang Yu put down the water and looked at Tang Wei with gloomy eyes, "Is there any wine at home?"
Tang Wei frowned and said, "Brother, alcohol is harmful to your health, don't drink too much."
"That's right. You can't have any alcohol here. You can't drink now." Tang Yu stood up and put his hands in his pockets. "I'll go find Lao Wu. You're not feeling well. Go to bed early."
Tang Wei glanced at him and stopped him, "If you really want to drink, I still have the last two bottles."
Tang Yu frowned, "You can't drink, why keep the wine?"
Tang Wei didn't answer him, he just took out some wine from the wine cabinet and poured it into two cups. Tang Yu directly put the wine in the two cups into one cup and took it away first. Tang Wei held his hand and said, "Second brother, my health is not as bad as you think. Drinking a little wine won't kill me."
"You know what your body is like now. Even if it doesn't take your life, it can at least take half of your life." Tang Yu pushed his hand away.
Tang Wei smiled bitterly, "I'm not that fragile."
"If Grandpa knew that you were torturing your body, he would make you move back to the old house."
"Please spare me." Tang Wei felt a terrible headache when he thought about going back to the old house. When he was first diagnosed with the disease, he lived in the old house. The old man kept an eye on him all the time, not allowing him to do this or that. He even had to bring a doctor with him when crossing the road. Later, when his condition finally eased a little, he moved out of the old house as soon as possible. However, now the old man is urging him to go back all the time.
"Have you gone to see Lao Liu for a physical check-up on time?" Tang Yu asked him with a gloomy expression after taking a sip of wine.
"Don't worry, Lao Liu is watching all the time. He remembers it better than I do."
Tang Yu said "hmm" and nodded.
The two brothers stood side by side at the bar. Tang Yu drank one sip after another, and soon, half of the bottle of wine was gone. Tang Wei had only symbolically tried to stop him from the beginning, but now he no longer cared. He knew his second brother's temper very well, and he couldn't stop him.
"How is Xingxing feeling now?" Tang Wei asked.
When he mentioned her, Tang Yu's hand holding the wine glass tightened a little. He took a deep breath and spoke hoarsely: "You just told me that in the future... you will stop loving me little by little. Take back your feelings for me little by little..."
Tang Wei looked at Tang Yu like this, and felt very uncomfortable for a moment. This man who was as hard as iron in front of outsiders, when he met love and the stars, he was also vulnerable.
"Tang Wei." Tang Yu put down the wine glass in his hand and called him suddenly.
"Um?"
"Is it really as easy as she said to give up loving someone?" Can you really stop loving someone if you say you don't love them
Tang Wei felt as if something had stabbed him in the heart. All that came to his mind was Shang Shang crying bitterly. He hated to see her cry the most, but he was the one who brought her endless tears.
"How can it be that easy?" He said bitterly, and poured himself another sip of wine. He tilted his head back and drank it in one gulp. The cold and bitter taste did not suppress the pain in his heart at all. He looked at Tang Yu, his eyes were a little red, "Second brother, someone who has experienced it will tell you that if you can't give up, never give up. Use any method to keep her! The feeling of drowning in the water and being unable to breathe is not pleasant."
That feeling was so hopeless that it was like being thrown into a dark hell, enduring the cruelest purgatory. He tried to struggle, tried to forget, tried to make everything in the past disappear into thin air, but he had already become a prisoner of love.
It was easy to get in, but hard to get out. He thought that until the moment he stopped breathing, he would still be a prisoner.
———
Tonight, Tang Wei was obviously not in a good mood and accidentally drank too much.
It was two o'clock in the morning when Tang Yu left Tang Wei and returned to the villa.
The whole villa was particularly quiet, with only a dim light in the living room. In Tang Yu's eyes, there was only darkness. On the day he and she got married, he imagined countless times that when he came home late in the future, the little thing would be waiting for him.
But, everything is just an illusion after all.
He sobered up and walked upstairs. When he reached her room, he stopped.
His hand was on the door lock, and he wanted to push the door open and go in. However, thinking of how cold and distant she had been towards him before, his hand finally slid down from the handle.
Shake your head and smile bitterly.
It's so late now, why should I bother to offend her
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After that day, Song Zhixing never saw Tang Yu during the day for several days. In the morning, even when she was having breakfast, Tang Yu would ask Sister Li to bring breakfast to her room so that she didn't have to go downstairs to see him. He would never show up at noon or in the evening. Every time he came back, it was already late at night.
He would go back to his room to take a shower, and then come to her room. In the dark, he kissed her and wanted her. During the whole process, there was no extra communication between the two.
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