I don't know when Jiao Jingwei appeared behind him, Song Yan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the other party would come back.
Jiao Jingwei went down the mountain after paying homage to Meng Cheng, because she felt uncomfortable, and sitting in the car would relieve her mood, but she didn't expect to see Song Yan getting out of the taxi.
She wanted to drive away, but changed her mind temporarily.
"I really didn't expect..." Jiao Jing sighed slightly.
Song Yan ignored the sarcasm in her tone and asked, "Why are you back?"
Jiao Jingwei smiled for some unknown reason, and she said, "How can I hear such a shocking secret if I don't come back?"
Song Yan was silent.
Jiao Jingwei thought that he was guilty, and got even worse.
"Is love that overcomes instinct great?"
Even in a critical moment, Meng Cheng can turn the steering wheel and put Song Yan's safety first. This must be such a deep feeling, but she has not noticed it at all for so many years.
Kind of ridiculous.
Jiao Jingwei said: "Why didn't you tell me, how many things are you hiding from me? The three of us are friends!" She paused: "Then we broke up at that time—"
Song Yan followed her words and took it: "Don't you know why we broke up?"
His tone was not kind, and Jiao Jing shivered slightly.
The breakup was brought up by her, just three months after the car accident.
During that time, Song Yan's temper was very unstable, and she was very irritable. In addition, Song Yan's eyes don't know when it will be better...
She knew that Song Yan's greatest value was painting, so Song Yan lost her eyes, so she could no longer see their future.
so…
She flinched.
but now…
Now she regrets it again.
Because she found that without Song Yan by her side, she really couldn't see the future.
"Song Yan," Jiao Jing said aggrievedly, "I regretted it after we broke up. I tried to find you several times, but I didn't have the courage. Without you by my side, I will miss you every day."
Song Yan didn't feel any emotion in his heart, he frowned slightly: "You have to say this here?"
Upon hearing these words, Jiao Jingwei's mind collapsed.
"Why can't I say it? Is it because Meng Cheng is here? I didn't know anything for so many years, and I was kept in the dark by you like a fool..." She choked up, and she couldn't digest this matter for the time being.
"There is nothing between me and him." Song Yan got up and said, "When I am with you, it is only you."
One sentence made Jiao Jing burst into tears, she took a step forward and hugged Song Yan, her shoulders shrugged because of sobbing.
For some reason, Song Yanshuang thought of Yan Zhuo, Yan Zhuo... seemed to be able to cry better than her.
There was no comfort, no struggle, he gently pushed Jiao Jingwei away, and said lightly: "The past is in the past."
Jiao Jingwei was not afraid that Song Yan would hate her and blame her, but she was afraid that Song Yan didn't care about her. Even if she was at fault, but they have only been separated for a few months, how could...
Why didn't you keep me when we broke up
Why didn't you contact me after breaking up
We have been together for so many years... the past is the past.
Jiao Jingwei's heart ached, and she cried, "Have you ever liked me?"
"We've been together for so many years, isn't it ridiculous for you to ask these questions?"
Song Yan grew up in an orphanage. When he was young, he was withdrawn and loved to turn his face and deny people. But he and Jiao Jingwei have been together for so many years, and they have never lost their temper. Occasionally, his girlfriend would play a little bit of a temper, and he would just coax him as he should.
All this changed after the car accident.
During that time, his temper was gloomy and unstable, and he would get angry at every turn, which tortured Song Qiao and Jiao Jingwei enough.
He knew it was wrong and he couldn't control it.
So the first time Jiao Jingwei proposed to break up, he agreed. Why bother, he can't catch someone who wants to leave, and he... doesn't want to catch him.
Song Yan has a clear distinction between love and hate, adhering to the emotional attitude of "since you have left me, don't look back" as a standard, and has lived for more than 20 years.
This sentence is not only applicable to love, including abandoning his biological parents, he also thinks so. So much so that for so many years, he never thought of looking for it.
Many things in this world are fair enough, and the moment he is given up by others, he will give up on the other party too.
Not wanting to discuss these things in front of Meng Cheng's tomb anymore, Song Yanchong put down a sentence on the tombstone, "I'll see you again sometime" and walked down the mountain.
Jiao Jing gritted her teeth slightly to keep up, and chattered endlessly one meter behind the other party: "Song Yan, you can't do this, you can't just leave me like this, we have been together for so many years, I gave my youth, my love, my heart , everything to me. Even if I am wrong, you have to give me a chance to correct—" She was about to cry again, but before she finished speaking, she saw Song Yan tripping over something, Jiao Jing panicked and stopped Crying, hurried to help him up.
"It's okay, where did you fall, does it hurt?"
After Song Yan got up, he lowered his head so that no one could see his expression. Jiao Jing was a little strange, he suddenly said: "Can you shut up?"
"..."
Song Yan pushed her away and continued walking forward.
Jiao Jing became angry from embarrassment: "Song Yan, you are a useless person now, do you know? Only me! Only I will love you, accept you, and take care of you!"
Song Yan paused, and said coldly: "So? Is this what you call liking?"
Jiao Jing pursed her lips slightly, and fell silent for a moment.
This section of the downhill road was finally quiet.
After leaving the cemetery, Song Yan stood by the side of the road to take a taxi, but on New Year's Eve, everyone was reunited at home, and there was no one on the road, let alone asking for a taxi.
Jiao Jingwei couldn't see his lonely and desolate appearance, walked up to him and said, "I'll see you off."
"No need." Song Yan refused.
"You're going to freeze to death here, believe it or not? Don't let this kind of meaningless anger."
Song Yan didn't get angry with her, because he didn't want to get involved with her too much.
"Let's go, take you back to Xinqiao, and I'll go home."
In the end, Song Yan got into her car, but instead of going back to Xinqiao, she went back to Ningkang.
…
In the middle of the night, Yan Zhuo and the guard, Uncle Xu, set up a small table in the guard's room and watched the Spring Festival Gala cooking hot pot together.
"Hey, you're here again this year," Uncle Xu looked at Yan Zhuo through the sweltering heat and said with emotion, "Come on, let's go together—" He raised his glass.
Yan Zhuo touched him, and took a sip of the white wine. It was so spicy that he immediately wrinkled his face into a ball, sticking out his tongue and complaining: "This is too bad to drink!"
The uncle took a piece of mutton and laughed at him: "Oh, you kid can't drink white wine!"
Yan Zhuo waved his hand, it was too bad to drink.
The doorman is a good chatterer, and when he drank too much, he would tell Yan Zhuo about his autobiography.
Uncle Xu is a hard-working man, he joined the army at a young age. After serving as a soldier for several years and being discharged from the army, someone in the family introduced a daughter-in-law. The two met each other as soon as they met, and they got married not long after.
But the good times didn't last long, and within half a year, Uncle Xu's daughter-in-law passed away unexpectedly. Uncle Xu was infatuated, so he remained unmarried all his life, guarding his family's one-acre three-point land and has been single until now.
Although the story is quite sad, Yan Zhuo almost cried when he heard it for the first time. But this is the first time Uncle Xu has said it out, so that Yan Zhuo has become numb.
He asked: "Then do you remember what she looked like? Will you forget?"
Uncle Xu took a sip of his wine sullenly: "That won't happen. I've always been thinking about her."
Now Yan Zhuo didn't know what to say.
At that time, there were few photo studios, and Uncle Xu didn't even have a photo of his wife.
The atmosphere was a bit dull, except for the sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl, there were almost no other sounds.
Yan Zhuo opened his mouth, wanting to say something comforting, when suddenly a dazzling light hit.
Uncle Xu raised his head, looked outside in a daze, and muttered, "At this point in time, who else is coming..."
After a while, they knew who it was.
Song Yan pushed open the car door and got off the co-pilot. His face was not good, and he was a bit scary when he was illuminated by the dazzling headlights. He had just walked a few steps when Jiao Jingwei reached out to stop him.
She took Song Yan's hand and said: "Yes, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't say that about you, what kind of you are, I don't know, I just said something because I can't accept my best of my friends like my boyfriend."
After listening to her patiently, Song Yan gently brushed her away, and said, "You don't need to apologize, you're right, when we were together, I really didn't love you as much as you imagined."
Jiao Jing was slightly startled, and said in a trembling voice: "Song Yan—"
…
Yan Zhuo couldn't hear what they said in the room, he could only see their tugging figures and their mouths opening and closing. He felt uncomfortable and took a sip of strong wine. He could no longer feel the stimulation of liquor. Because his heart and taste buds have been filled with bitterness.
Uncle Xu watched the play for a while, then suddenly "tsk", shook his head and said, "I have no intention of having a lover..."
"Really?" Yan Zhuo shook the cup, "But why do I think they are a match made in heaven?"
After he finished speaking, he laughed mockingly, but he didn't know who he was mocking.
Uncle Xu was dissatisfied with his anti-tune, and began to give him a well-founded analysis: "Look at that man's face, there are three big characters of impatient, and if he really likes that woman, he can even wave her hand away." ? Obviously being entangled."
Yan Zhuo pursed his lips, as if that was the case. He put down his glass heavily and said, "Look at mine."
Eh? what
Uncle Xu watched him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, his face was full of death. Then he watched him walk bravely towards the center of the storm, and stopped in front of those two people.
Uncle Xu couldn't help clapping his hands, full of anticipation for the next plot development: "Yes! We should snatch him, he's so beautiful, why don't you give us Xiaoyan!"
But the fact was surprising, after Yan Zhuo stopped, he glanced at Song Yan's displeased face. The boyfriend who didn't know where to get it exploded, and shouted loudly at Jiao Jingwei: "Hey! Why is it you again!"
"..."
His voice was so loud that infinite echoes echoed through the empty night, shaking people's eardrums.
Jiao Jing straightened her face slightly, and said impatiently, "Why is it you again?"
Yan Zhuo said: "I am a staff member of this nursing home, is there a problem?"
Jiao Jing opened her mouth slightly, and was about to speak, but was blocked by Yan Zhuo's raised eyebrows: "I have a question, keep it."
He stopped arguing and said to Song Yan: "Go in?"
Song Yan ignored him and walked into the courtyard first.
Jiao Jing gave him a slight look, and was about to follow in, but was stopped by Yan Zhuo.
"Idlers are not allowed to enter."
Yan Zhuo's words were not meant to embarrass her deliberately, it was just telling the truth. Ningkang must register visitor records to enter.
Probably because she felt that there was no need to be angry, she was not annoyed, and shouted behind Song Yan: "We will contact you another day."
Uncle Xu witnessed the whole process of robbing people, and he drank a little wine. When the two approached, he couldn't help catching Yan Zhuo and scolding: "You don't live up to your expectations, go and rob people, rob someone!" What is the man doing when he comes back? Did he snatch the wrong thing?"
"..."
The atmosphere was suddenly weird, Yan Zhuo smiled awkwardly, robbing the wrong fart, what he wanted to rob was a man.
But he is not an ordinary man, he is my sweetheart.
Although he is not my lover.