Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

Small house in the countryside.

When the lights came on, Zhou Yongan looked at Li Qingwen in front of him. She seemed to have just crawled out of a pile of coal, with her face and body covered with dirt and ashes.

It's so funny that it makes people feel sad.

He asked her what was wrong.

Li Qingwen reluctantly told him a story about putting out a fire, with a bit of grievance and helplessness in his tone.

Zhou Yongan listened, frowning, feeling mixed emotions: "Take a shower and change clothes first."

The water heater at home had not been used for years, and when he turned on the faucet, a stream of rusty water came out. Zhou Yongan simply fetched clean water from the well and let Li Qingwen wash his face.

Then he started busying himself in the kitchen, turning on the gas and starting to boil water.

Li Qingwen dealt with it casually and searched through the closets at home, but couldn't find any men's clothes.

All of Dad's clothes had been burned during his funeral. The only set left was his usual winter clothes.

In the end, they could only find a sheet and let Zhou Yongan take off his wet shirt and put it on.

Zhou Yongan's eyes swept across her unwashed black hands. He picked them up and touched and patted them, but the dirt on them seemed impossible to wash off.

Li Qingwen silently pulled his hand back, and the trace of warmth disappeared immediately.

He looked at her calmly and said softly, "Find the hair dryer."

Li Qingwen found it and handed it to him, but when he turned to leave, he was grabbed by him.

"Blow-dry your hair," he said.

She wanted to do it herself, but Zhou Yongan pushed her hand away and told her not to move.

The temperature dropped sharply at night, and a chilly atmosphere filled the room.

He blew her hair patiently. Li Qingwen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes looked at the ground, falling on his soaked trouser legs.

After his hair was blown dry, Li Qingwen reminded him to tuck in his trouser legs, and Zhou Yongan simply dealt with it.

It was already late, and there was only one bed in the dimly lit room.

She went in and out, fetching water, sweeping away the dust with a rag, making the bed, taking out the mattress from the cupboard, finding a large red bed sheet embroidered with a peony, and spreading it on.

Finally, I threw in two more pillows and everything seemed in order.

Zhou Yongan walked in and pulled off the sheet, revealing his sturdy upper body. His wheat-colored skin looked even healthier under the dim light, and his faintly visible abdominal muscles looked like a flying dragon with bared fangs and claws.

Li Qingwen met his stunned gaze, thinking that he thought the place was too shabby, and explained dryly: "There is only this bed in the house..."

She changed into a wrinkled purple striped long-sleeved shirt, which made her look like a broken child, causing people to feel pity for her.

Zhou Yongan couldn't help but frown, then said: "Come out, let's talk for a while."

Li Qingwen picked up the sheet he threw down and followed him out.

Only then did she notice that the living room was dirty and covered with dust, and there were even spider webs in the corners.

A nobleman like Zhou Yongan probably doesn't even know what the countryside looks like, but now he is staying in this shabby place with her.

She handed him the sheet: "Put it on, it's cold in the room."

Zhou Yongan shook his head and uttered two words: "Hot."

?

The man's body structure was a mystery, and Li Qingwen only felt that the room was extremely cold.

She wiped the table, found a bottle of white wine from the cupboard, and took two white porcelain cups.

"This is the village's sorghum wine. Have a drink to warm yourself up." She took off the bottle cap made of crumpled toilet paper, picked up the bottle and poured two small cups.

Zhou Yongan sat down and looked at Li Qingwen with gloomy eyes and a hint of blame.

There was a faint anger in his heart, running through his internal organs: "Why are you going up the mountain so late at night?"

Li Qingwen picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said softly: "Today is the anniversary of my father's death."

This sentence made Zhou Yongan silent for a while.

After a while, he said in a weak voice as if trying to persuade her: "Can't we go up the mountain tomorrow? Humans and ghosts have different paths."

He really couldn't imagine that this woman would run to the mountain full of graves at this time.

How come she is so courageous?

Li Qingwen drank silently and questioned Zhou Yongan: "I also want to ask you, how do you know my home is here."

She even knew clearly that her father was buried on that hill behind.

She had never brought Zhou Yongan to her hometown, her old home... no one even knew that she was married.

Zhou Yongan picked up the cup and drank it all.

The wine was too strong, and the burning sensation in his throat was several times stronger than any wine he had ever drunk in the city, which made him speechless for a moment.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, but Zhou Yongan's eyes turned red. He said, "I'm sorry."

Li Qingwen was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him, his eyes full of confusion.

Zhou Yongan supported his forehead with one hand and took a deep breath: "I was not by your side when Dad left."

Some past events must be faced eventually. Time can dilute everything but it cannot cover up everything.

Li Qingwen's hands began to tremble. He suppressed the flame in his heart and smiled with forced calmness.

However, the knuckles that were holding the wine glass had lost blood and were as pale as wax. Her hands kept shaking, and those painful memories shuttled into her mind like a train, and she couldn't stop them.

Yes, Zhou Yongan was not there when my father passed away.

When Li Qingwen thought of those difficult days, tears began to well up in her eyes again. She raised her hand and rubbed the corners of her eyes, fearing that the frivolous tears would burst out again.

"I called you and you said you were busy and asked me not to disturb you."

Zhou Yongan lowered his eyes, not daring to look at her, and just kept saying, "I'm sorry."

Language seems so pale at this moment.

He missed the opportunity to face the pain of death of a loved one with her. Missing is missing.

At that time, Li Qingwen also realized that no one else could be relied on and that only if he was strong could he survive.

Afterwards, the edges that had been retracted because of Zhou Yongan's presence grew out again because of his disappearance.

Zhou Yongan reached out his hand, touched Li Qingwen's cheek, and wiped away her tears with his fingertips: "When you came back here with the ashes that day, I followed you."

She was alone in this small village taking care of all the trivial matters concerning her father's seventh day memorial.

Because he didn't figure out some things, he never showed up and didn't show up for seven whole days.

"Are you here?" Li Qingwen smiled, tears streaming down his face.

Zhou Yongan leaned his forehead close to hers and said palely again: "I'm sorry..."

"My father passed away, but I wasn't that sad. I couldn't even cry when I was buying water."

"Then I cried for myself. It was easier to cry for myself because I found that I had nothing in this world, not even you..."

"Even you have abandoned me. I don't know what I am doing in this world. What's the point of staying here?"

Zhou Yongan hugged her trembling body tightly and said over and over again: "I'm sorry, I'm not mature enough, I'm petty. I didn't consider your feelings, I'm sorry."

Li Qingwen took out a tissue and wiped away his tears.

She took two deep breaths, poured another glass of wine, rubbed her heavy eyelids, and smiled: "It's not your fault, it has nothing to do with you."

"Who made me fall in love with you?"

"It's my greed, my insatiable desire, my own way of getting too deep into the role."

Zhou Yongan's Adam's apple moved as he stared at Li Qingwen.

what did she say?

fall in love with...

"Zhou Yongan, I really wish I hadn't gone to your house that summer." If I had, nothing would have happened afterwards.

I would rather have never known him than have to go through the ice and fire of the past two years.

How nice it is to be a classmate's younger brother, living peacefully in your own destiny and not interfering with each other.